IC Solitarus

[Orchamut]

Some sort of pit in Horn's mind is telling him to try and look for any sign of Innominatus.

 

[AVARUS ODIUM]

"Theoretically, with an infinite amount of dust, I could continually funnel magic to create something very large."
"But..."
"Such a construct would be unstable. I doubt it could be sustained for very long, if at all."

"Can you like.. animate them?"

"Say.. make like a puppet, or something.."

 

[AVARUS ODIUM]

Some sort of pit in Horn's mind is telling him to try and look for any sign of Innominatus.

Well uh.. there really aren't any..

That is, besides a thin scraping mark along the ground from where he was sitting leading to.. somewhere.. seems it goes on for a while..

 

[Orchamut]

Something deep within him causes him to miss his first acquaintance, and he instinctively follows the trail.

 

[Champion Greninjoid]

"Can you like.. animate them?"

"Say.. make like a puppet, or something.."

"I can create small monsters, yes. However, I cannot control them as one would a puppet. They do listen to my orders, but... finesse is not exactly something in which they specialize."

 

[AVARUS ODIUM]

Something deep within him causes him to miss his first acquaintance, and he instinctively follows the trail.

It seems to be taking him near directly away from the forest.. still nothing yet. Seems he got dragged quite a ways..

 

[AVARUS ODIUM]

"I can create small monsters, yes. However, I cannot control them as one would a puppet. They do listen to my orders, but... finesse is not exactly something in which they specialize."

“That’s pretty amazing regardless..”

“Forgive me for being so inquisitive, it’s just.. not every day I can see someone building something out of dust..”

 

[Orchamut]

He continues to follow the trail, not seeming to care too much about splitting so far from the group.

 

[AVARUS ODIUM]

He continues to follow the trail, not seeming to care too much about splitting so far from the group.

About half a mile out now.. the trail is scuffed a bit.. a small rock formation has gashes from.. a sword perhaps?

 

[Orchamut]

Horn keeps going, on alert as he takes the gashes to be from something that marked its territory here.

 

[AVARUS ODIUM]

Horn keeps going, on alert as he takes the gashes to be from something that marked its territory here.

Beyond the rocks, the trail seems to stop abruptly.

… faint sounds of metal clashing against metal and a female voice seem to be coming from.. the rocks?

 

[Orchamut]

He sniffs the rocks and would touch them with his snout.

 

[AVARUS ODIUM]

He sniffs the rocks and would touch them with his snout.

nothing odd about them except for very very faint noises of conflict beneath

 

[Orchamut]

He would try gently pushing the rocks over.

 

[AVARUS ODIUM]

He would try gently pushing the rocks over.

And they move over with surprising ease, revealing a few foot wide hole with a rusty ladder going down into a dimly lit hallway of some sort, rusted walls barely visible.

“I’m just trying to help you dammit, can you trust me please?”

This is followed by the screech of metal meeting in conflict, the sound of an armored person’s equipment clanking follows.

 

[Orchamut]

He pokes his head in as far as he can.

 

[AVARUS ODIUM]

He would see the familiar headless knight and ARSENAL fighting. The female voice is seemingly coming from the machine.. but ARSENAL seems to be.. defending? It seems innominatus is attacking while the machine is trying to block.

“Just hear me out, please! I can get you bastards off this damn planet!!”

 

[Orchamut]

Horn grunts to try to get their attention.

 

[appleNsauce]

Trixy staches the log away and runs over to Vell, blinking onto his shoulder. “Hey Vell! Who’s the skeleton you’re talking to?”

 

[Champion Greninjoid]

“That’s pretty amazing regardless..”

“Forgive me for being so inquisitive, it’s just.. not every day I can see someone building something out of dust..”

"I understand."
"Back where I came from, my master's dust magic was the cause of a war. I am... pleased, to know that at least some people here are rational."

Trixy staches the log away and runs over to Vell, blinking onto his shoulder. “Hey Vell! Who’s the skeleton you’re talking to?”

*The Sentinel watches Trixy with a hint of curiosity*
"You may call me the Sentinel... Who are you?"