Search results

fas fa-teeth-open fa-4x fa-fw fa-swap-opacity High. Low. Rise. Fall. Moon. Tide. Ebb. Flow. Neap. Fade. Surge. Pull. The gravid swell envelops the shrinking cliff, waves a surging blanket over wet stone under new moon. Rising waters fill tidepools and life washes in from the sunless sea...

fas fa-teeth-open fa-4x fa-fw fa-swap-opacity No? Why not? Is scary? Don't worry, Ludmilla can keep you safe... Ludmilla's hand stops short of its mark. Her head tilts quizzically to one side, then in a single angular motion swings to the other, examining the nervous Caenis with that...

fas fa-teeth-open fa-4x fa-fw fa-swap-opacity1UqulZhMy5c Do we know you? There was something in Brie's cup. It was not iced coffee. Something is... not right. Did the cafe always have that option under the juice menu? They didn't, right? That, and- what just happened to their tongue? Their...

fas fa-teeth-open fa-4x fa-fw fa-swap-opacity Return to Earth? But why would she? Brie wasn't UI-Locked, though the thought had occurred to them and scared them shitless sometimes - not that it mattered to Ludmilla what Brie thought. Ludmilla would never die. Ludmilla would live, live; she...

fas fa-teeth-open fa-4x fa-fw fa-swap-opacity ...and the hellish scene unlike any other was punctuated throughout by tumorous spires, each themselves studded over with clusters of tendril-like growths. These primitive cilia were tipped by ugly spines of a keratin-like extrusion, thrashing...

fas fa-teeth-open fa-4x fa-fw fa-swap-opacity Aww. Well, maybe mister can come look with Ludmilla? Find angry snake lady. Find everyone missing. Find out why? Seeing no further forthcoming visitors, both Ludmilla and @Ash Vargold were made well aware of their isolation once more, in such...

fas fa-teeth-open fa-4x fa-fw fa-swap-opacity The overlaid UI made easy work of ascertaining the Faerin's complete lack of harmful intent, even as @Ash Vargold omitted his own title to match; he hadn't volunteered a name at all, really, just his mission at this moment. But lack of harmful...

fas fa-teeth-open fa-4x fa-fw fa-swap-opacity Enter @Ash Vargold! Bedraggled and skeptical but determined, here to find the root cause of all this funny business! Why, he's the very image of a supra-natural investigator, sword and ghost-whisperer and shiny heroic title and all; give it up for...

https://i.imgur.com/N3fEDNA.png Blurred rays of sun over desolate heath, freshly irrigated into mudflats by merciless cloudburst. Not the most idyllic scenery. All there was to see out here on the March were dreary skies and dark days, it seemed. For most of the world, the wheel had kept...

As @MAI explained the exact mechanisms by which these 'metal friends' were kept and released, the dock shimmered away into dormancy. However, Ludmilla's fascinated gaze remained fixed upon it as she craned in for a closer look at where its cloaked form met the air seamlessly. Ah! Metal friend...

If only @MAI knew of what relationship there existed between Ludmilla and the presence trapped behind those eyes that now sparkled with manic light, she may have had a little sympathy for the one who held the yoke. Would beings of code that could think, feel and fear be necessarily any better...

'Side chosen'? A curious question. But all questions are by nature curiosities. Well, that was not so much a question as a statement. In the chaos, as the march of the machines stamped out the starlight of many a Traveler, who could blame @MAI for not knowing what form Ludmilla had taken, what...

Hearing friendly - or at least humanoid - voices as the dust settled and revealed the forms of @Chako and @MAI huddled in a protective stance, Ludmilla's briefly unfolded flesh knew to subtly retract and behave as living limbs should. For the newcomers, there was enough destruction beside the...

https://i.imgur.com/xDKGS4w.png Pormont, often spoken of as the 'breadbasket of Falderen', was not a place one would think of as a place where much action and adventure would take place. Sure, there were ruins here and there of long-gone traces of civilisation, but those were only long-faded...

ALL THINGS...BECOME ONE...ALL, ALL- As the last of @Imoogi's hateful bravado is poured into the dart that finds its home squarely in Ludmilla's neck, the job did indeed seem finished. HGRAGHGHK- NGRHF- GHAAHKK- Seemingly shocked by the sudden tracheotomy, Ludmilla gripped her throat with the...

The strongest. But of course. With her faculties beginning to return in earnest, Ludmilla now sized up the other Faerin as he conversed with his shield. Taking this form, for whatever reason, it made for a strange partner; one that – as the borrowed experience of Brie understood – must have...

Ludmilla only continued to yaw unsteadily as the dagger sunk deeper into her body, as though the momentum of @Imoogi's attack had never ended. The wound where its sharpened edge had rent flesh in twain, flesh that now reformed with claylike sluggishness, had become a gaping morass into which the...

I AM BEYOND, CHILD. DREAMS CANNOT ELUCIDATE ME. MINDS CANNOT CONTAIN MY FORM. No longer did Ludmilla speak in the saccharine, girlish tone that her facade was so wont to affect. Beneath the mask lies a cacophony of reverberating tones and registers that resounded like a psychic earworm, each...

Calmly tilting her head to the side, registering nothing of the distress in @Imoogi's voice, Ludmilla saw nothing wrong with the reintegration of what was merely her own body to begin with. In her eyes, this was no more evil than someone reaching out and taking back something they had lost...

...such harsh words. Goodness, I would do no such thing. Isn't that right? *unintelligible squelching noises* Straightening out, Ludmilla dipped and seesawed the plane of her shoulders as she made a slow pirouette on the spot, letting Pudding crawl up and down along the length of her arms...