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Eliass Odd Encounter Sr Juniper 250108
In the shadowed depths of Arkwright Cemetery, Elias, a stormcaller tasked by the Hand to apprehend the rogue dark magic arcanist Valeria, finds his target amidst the whispering tombstones and swirling dark energy. Valeria, known for her manipulation of necromancy, had crossed a forbidden line, disturbing the balance of life and death and attracting the ire of both earthly and unearthly forces. As Elias receives the information on his phone, the gravity of Valeria's actions becomes clear—her magic has corrupted the very fabric of nature around her, making the task of capturing her all the more urgent.
Their encounter is a battle of elemental powers; Elias, wielding the might of the storm, and Valeria, the depth of the shadows. As they clash amidst the cemetery's somber silent witnesses, the confrontation escalates. Valeria attempts to use her magic to overwhelm Elias first with shadows, then with a dark tidal wave, but Elias demonstrates a surprising control over shadow and counterattacks with a frozen bolt of lightning, ingeniously using his affinity for storm magic to immobilize Valeria. Her attempts at seduction and plea for mercy fall on deaf ears as Elias, undeterred by her manipulations, calls in the Peacekeepers to take her into custody. With Valeria detained and her dark machinations halted, Elias awaits the arrival of the Peacekeepers, his mission fulfilled yet the cold in his eyes hinting at the personal stakes he placed in this confrontation.
(Elias's odd encounter(SRJuniper):SRJuniper)
[Tue Jan 7 2025]
At Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 15F(-9C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Your target and their allies are charged with tracking down a supernatural criminal on the run from the factions, what they do with them then is up to the players to decide.
)
A hand tucked into his pocket, Elias casts his gray-blue eyes out over the cemetery. Whatever he is looking for, it seems only he knows. He doesn't seem to have any actual interest in the graves, but more perhaps that is left unseen.
The pale light of the waxing gibbous moon is barely visible in the sky, covered by dark grey stormclouds - likely the way this particular man likes it best. Tombstones jut from the ground like jagged teeth, some worn smooth by time and weather while others are adorned with new offerings from loved ones and shiny surfaces. Elias stands like a dark figured sentinel among the dead when an alert goes off on his phone. The phone's screen flashes bright as he would check it, illuminating his sharp features briefly in the dark and cloudy night. A statement, issued by Hand headquarters states that a rogue dark magic arcanist, Valeria, has been accused of manipulating ancient necromancy and fallen out of area of surveillance.
Whispers of Valeria's capricious nature have reached many an arcanist's ear through the supernatural rumor mill - an unpredictable sorceress with a talent for subterfuge. But this seems to have been a different line to cross, the turning to the forbidden, breaching the fabric of life and death and drawing the ire of both the living and the dead. Reports state that her magic that she practiced from her dwelling had begun to warp the natural world around her. Forests near her teem with undead wildlife, their flesh rotted yet animated by her dark touch. Rivers run black, poisoned by the aura of death emanating from her rituals. The balance of life is disturbed and it has begun to draw the attention of both those bound to nature and the arcanists dedicated to protecting it. Elias would barely have time to really consider all of this and why now she may be on the run before another alert would pop up, and the man could read with perhaps little to no surprise that the last known area of this Valeria was in fact the small town of Haven.
In this forsaken place, Valeria hurries through the maze of tombstones, feeling the weight of her choices like shackles dragging at her ankles. She had delved too deep into the ancient texts, called forth too many restless spirits, and now, the very forces she had sought to control were turning against her. As she, and her secret motivations slip through the narrow paths between headstones, she feels a presence, a chill, but not like that of a spirit presence. Something more present. It isn't just the dead who linger in this place, she realizes a little too late and much unlike herself.
In turn, like the crackle of energy that lifts hairs on the back of the neck, Elias too would sense a presence nearby, something barely perceptible, like the far off rustle of leaves or the distant echo of traffic hum. Magic seems to thicken the air, curling around him, urging him to act. And then, as if summoned by his will, shadows move and reshape, coalescing into a figure that emerges as if she had been there all along. And indeed, perhaps she has been. A woman, with flowing hair, a mournful expression.
The dark haired man's face illuminated on this dark night by the flickering messages of his phone, Elias wastes no time tucking it away as the target the Hand has put out their capture order on. The stormcaller moved like a shadow himself, swift and silent, drawing a blade from his belt. Its edge gleamed faintly in the dim moonlight that managed to break through the stormclouds. But even as the blade caught the light, it wasn't likely what he was going to use. The storm is what he is attuned too, it is what he can feel running deep within himself, his very soul. The wind howled through the graveyard, shrieking around tombstones like a chorus of anguished spirits. They sky above, started to left gentle flakes of snow to drift from above and from the man, a chilling mist that obscured everything beyond a few feet. The air turned frigid, the temperature plummeting as the storm bent to his very will. He approached, every closer, not saying a word.
The snow falls softly and gently now, a strange contrast to what really lingers beneath the surface of this serene veneer. Tension crackles like static in the air. Elias moves with the grace of a shadow himself - his breath mingling with now frost-laden air. Wind dances around his fingertips, crackling with latent energy of the storm he commands. Ahead, Valeria, where any ambient light dims around her. Shadows twist and curl as if trying to protect her presence, the air thrumming with her own dark energy, a palpable reminder of the magic that imbues the cemetery now.
Despite being quiet, swift and wordless, Elias would find Valeria turning to him, her dark eyes glinting between malice and worry. "You think you can sneak up on me, Stormcaller?" she asks, a voice smooth like dark, black velvet. "The shadows whisper to me and tell me of your approach." She advances, a singular step. "You may think that the storm can extinguish shadow, but I draw strength from darkness. I am not afraid of your tempests." With a flick of her wrist, she summons a surge of energy that arrives as dark tendrils snaking towards Elias like living shadows. They turn the snow that they pass over as they hurtle towards the dark-haired man.
The snowflakes seemed to slow as the tendrils of darkness cut through the frosty air, their inky forms devouring the gentle white and leaving a streak of nothingness in their wake. Elias stood his ground, his storm-grey eyes narrowing as the living shadows raced toward him, each movement deliberate and infused with malice. Once they reach the dark haired stormcaller, he lifts a hand which illustrates to Valeria that he himself has some command of shadow, but perhaps not to the same degree, but enough to attempt to deflect away the first blow at any rate. The dead, the undead, it was something that the shaman knew a great deal how to combat. If Valeria were the darkness, Elias would be the light as their magic opposed each other directly on the spectrum of things. She was death, he would be life. Elias took a step forward, closing the distance between them. His breath was visible now, plumes of frost mingling with the storm that circled him like a living thing. The energy in his hands sparked, arcs of lightning crackling down from the clouds, attempting to blast the woman out of existance. Perhaps not attempting very hard to capture her.
It was unexpected, and Elias can tell by the way Valeria's eyes widen with a moment's hesitation as his command of shadows allows him the chance to deflect her first, testing blow. It would be a mistake, it seems, to have underestimated this stranger that she has been so unfortunate as to run into in this cemetery where death and darkness should call to her, but seems to also answer, or run from him. As Elias steps forward, preparing his own rebuttal with no wasting time on testing the waters, the energy sparks in his hands and an arc of lightning is called forth, striking Valeria's chest with remarkable precision and illuminating the cemetery briefly in harsh, white light.
For a heartbeat, it might seem like victory will be his. The lightning arc, pulsing with raw power had transformed the tranquil scene with flashing light and shadow, but as the brightness fades, revealing the aftermath, Elias's enthusiasm may dwindle. Valeria, though certainly staggered, still stands firm amidst the residue of the blast. Dark energy colalesces around her, forming a shield that absorbed the brunt of the attack but not all of it. "Is that everything?" she taunts, her expression still a dark glimmer of of goading and yet melancholy. Another hand movement and the shield of darkness forms up into something almost like a tidal wave that undulates towards Elias almost like a sonic boom. While it moves towards him, a force, a power that almost feels like it has hands to drag him down and drown him, Valeria moves backwards, trying to put distance between them - her eyes darting to scan the area in the dark while looking for convenient exits. Every moment spent entertaining their bravado together means a potential moment towards capture. Towards notice.
Undeterred, Elias braces himself as the tidal wave of darkness rushes toward him, its force palpable, like a tempest of hands clawing at his body and mind. The ground beneath his boots trembles as the energy surges closer, threatening to pull him under like a black, endless sea. But theres no fear in his eyes, only focus. With a sharp gesture, his hand cuts through the air, summoning a barrier of whirling wind and frost. The tempest meets the wave with a thunderous collision, snow and shadow intermingling in a chaotic dance. The wind howls, scattering shards of frost and splintered darkness across the cemetery, and the stormcaller steps forward once more. His arms raise from his sides as he calls out to the fleeing woman, "You are running already?" He advances, his own power building with every step. The storm answers his will, the air alive with electricity and the icy breath of his magic. Arcing lightning leaps from hand to hand, but something seems off about it, instead of producing heat, it seems to absorb heat instead. He thrusts his arm out, launching his bolt of frozen lightning at Valeria not holding back at all.
"Not that this isn't fun," Valeria grunts out, still somehow managing to make it sound sultry enough with her black velvet voice. "And you are intriguing," she adds, as if compliments and wooing are a weapon of her arsenal as well. "But I've simply... somewhere else I need to be-" Her words are cut off by her own shadows engulfing her, creating a shadow version of herself left in place while the real Valeria attempts to put space between them once more and rush off into the night, into anonymity. But Elias's lightning - able to absorb heat, able to detect the lack of heat coming from the shadow form of Valeria and the real one - arc and follows, finding its way to the dark sorceress afterall. This manifestation of Elias's mastery over the storm's dual nature, a combination of cold and electricity would not only immobilize Valeria but also sap her dark magic's strength.
Struck, and enveloped in a blinding flash of frozen energy, the explosion of frost erupts sending shards of ice in the air. Shadows around Valeria flare and twist but quickly freeze solid - locking her in place with a chilling grip. The ice creeps into the shadows, dissipating their powers and taming them against the storm. "No, you don't understand," Valeria begs futilely with words rasping against her struggle with the frigid binding, her bravado fading moment by moment. Her freedom getting exponentially further away for every painstaking, frozen second.
With continued persistence, Elias approaches with measured steps, his storm swirling around him, a sentinel of frost and thunder. Each step crunches against the frost laden ground, a deliberate sound in the otherwise frozen silence. The faint light from the moon pierces the dissipating stormclouds just enough to illuminate the aftermath, Valeria, encased in a prison of her own creation turned against her, shadows locked in icy submission. With a flick of his hand, he tightens the frost's grip on her, the ice glowing faintly as it pulses with energy, attempting to suppressing what remains of her dark magic, "You do not understand. I do not care for your pleas." He states, his features illuminated by the faint arcs of electricity still dancing between his fingers, "I would say this isn't personal but just a job, but with you, I make a special exception."
Fading still, Valeria tries in a more submissive voice, "Please." She trembles slightly, the shadows around her darkening in a desperate attempt to break free. "You don't have to do this. We could work together... imagine the chaos. Look at the beautiful synergy..." The shadows tremble and shrink with her, no longer able to cater to their mistress's whim.
Reaching back into his pocket, Elias presses a saved number in his phone. It is the number to a peacekeeper response team, "The target has been detained. Come pick her up before she gets free." The stormcaller his expression unreadable, but the cold in his eyes betrays no hint of sympathy. Likely already in the area searching for Valeria, Elias waits.
Reaching back into his pocket, Elias presses a saved number in his phone. It is the number to a peacekeeper response team, "The target has been detained. Come pick her up before she gets free." The stormcaller his expression unreadable, but the cold in his eyes betrays no hint of sympathy. The Peacekeepers, likely already in the area searching for Valeria, Elias waits. (fixed)
Their encounter is a battle of elemental powers; Elias, wielding the might of the storm, and Valeria, the depth of the shadows. As they clash amidst the cemetery's somber silent witnesses, the confrontation escalates. Valeria attempts to use her magic to overwhelm Elias first with shadows, then with a dark tidal wave, but Elias demonstrates a surprising control over shadow and counterattacks with a frozen bolt of lightning, ingeniously using his affinity for storm magic to immobilize Valeria. Her attempts at seduction and plea for mercy fall on deaf ears as Elias, undeterred by her manipulations, calls in the Peacekeepers to take her into custody. With Valeria detained and her dark machinations halted, Elias awaits the arrival of the Peacekeepers, his mission fulfilled yet the cold in his eyes hinting at the personal stakes he placed in this confrontation.
(Elias's odd encounter(SRJuniper):SRJuniper)
[Tue Jan 7 2025]
At Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 15F(-9C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Your target and their allies are charged with tracking down a supernatural criminal on the run from the factions, what they do with them then is up to the players to decide.
)
A hand tucked into his pocket, Elias casts his gray-blue eyes out over the cemetery. Whatever he is looking for, it seems only he knows. He doesn't seem to have any actual interest in the graves, but more perhaps that is left unseen.
The pale light of the waxing gibbous moon is barely visible in the sky, covered by dark grey stormclouds - likely the way this particular man likes it best. Tombstones jut from the ground like jagged teeth, some worn smooth by time and weather while others are adorned with new offerings from loved ones and shiny surfaces. Elias stands like a dark figured sentinel among the dead when an alert goes off on his phone. The phone's screen flashes bright as he would check it, illuminating his sharp features briefly in the dark and cloudy night. A statement, issued by Hand headquarters states that a rogue dark magic arcanist, Valeria, has been accused of manipulating ancient necromancy and fallen out of area of surveillance.
Whispers of Valeria's capricious nature have reached many an arcanist's ear through the supernatural rumor mill - an unpredictable sorceress with a talent for subterfuge. But this seems to have been a different line to cross, the turning to the forbidden, breaching the fabric of life and death and drawing the ire of both the living and the dead. Reports state that her magic that she practiced from her dwelling had begun to warp the natural world around her. Forests near her teem with undead wildlife, their flesh rotted yet animated by her dark touch. Rivers run black, poisoned by the aura of death emanating from her rituals. The balance of life is disturbed and it has begun to draw the attention of both those bound to nature and the arcanists dedicated to protecting it. Elias would barely have time to really consider all of this and why now she may be on the run before another alert would pop up, and the man could read with perhaps little to no surprise that the last known area of this Valeria was in fact the small town of Haven.
In this forsaken place, Valeria hurries through the maze of tombstones, feeling the weight of her choices like shackles dragging at her ankles. She had delved too deep into the ancient texts, called forth too many restless spirits, and now, the very forces she had sought to control were turning against her. As she, and her secret motivations slip through the narrow paths between headstones, she feels a presence, a chill, but not like that of a spirit presence. Something more present. It isn't just the dead who linger in this place, she realizes a little too late and much unlike herself.
In turn, like the crackle of energy that lifts hairs on the back of the neck, Elias too would sense a presence nearby, something barely perceptible, like the far off rustle of leaves or the distant echo of traffic hum. Magic seems to thicken the air, curling around him, urging him to act. And then, as if summoned by his will, shadows move and reshape, coalescing into a figure that emerges as if she had been there all along. And indeed, perhaps she has been. A woman, with flowing hair, a mournful expression.
The dark haired man's face illuminated on this dark night by the flickering messages of his phone, Elias wastes no time tucking it away as the target the Hand has put out their capture order on. The stormcaller moved like a shadow himself, swift and silent, drawing a blade from his belt. Its edge gleamed faintly in the dim moonlight that managed to break through the stormclouds. But even as the blade caught the light, it wasn't likely what he was going to use. The storm is what he is attuned too, it is what he can feel running deep within himself, his very soul. The wind howled through the graveyard, shrieking around tombstones like a chorus of anguished spirits. They sky above, started to left gentle flakes of snow to drift from above and from the man, a chilling mist that obscured everything beyond a few feet. The air turned frigid, the temperature plummeting as the storm bent to his very will. He approached, every closer, not saying a word.
The snow falls softly and gently now, a strange contrast to what really lingers beneath the surface of this serene veneer. Tension crackles like static in the air. Elias moves with the grace of a shadow himself - his breath mingling with now frost-laden air. Wind dances around his fingertips, crackling with latent energy of the storm he commands. Ahead, Valeria, where any ambient light dims around her. Shadows twist and curl as if trying to protect her presence, the air thrumming with her own dark energy, a palpable reminder of the magic that imbues the cemetery now.
Despite being quiet, swift and wordless, Elias would find Valeria turning to him, her dark eyes glinting between malice and worry. "You think you can sneak up on me, Stormcaller?" she asks, a voice smooth like dark, black velvet. "The shadows whisper to me and tell me of your approach." She advances, a singular step. "You may think that the storm can extinguish shadow, but I draw strength from darkness. I am not afraid of your tempests." With a flick of her wrist, she summons a surge of energy that arrives as dark tendrils snaking towards Elias like living shadows. They turn the snow that they pass over as they hurtle towards the dark-haired man.
The snowflakes seemed to slow as the tendrils of darkness cut through the frosty air, their inky forms devouring the gentle white and leaving a streak of nothingness in their wake. Elias stood his ground, his storm-grey eyes narrowing as the living shadows raced toward him, each movement deliberate and infused with malice. Once they reach the dark haired stormcaller, he lifts a hand which illustrates to Valeria that he himself has some command of shadow, but perhaps not to the same degree, but enough to attempt to deflect away the first blow at any rate. The dead, the undead, it was something that the shaman knew a great deal how to combat. If Valeria were the darkness, Elias would be the light as their magic opposed each other directly on the spectrum of things. She was death, he would be life. Elias took a step forward, closing the distance between them. His breath was visible now, plumes of frost mingling with the storm that circled him like a living thing. The energy in his hands sparked, arcs of lightning crackling down from the clouds, attempting to blast the woman out of existance. Perhaps not attempting very hard to capture her.
It was unexpected, and Elias can tell by the way Valeria's eyes widen with a moment's hesitation as his command of shadows allows him the chance to deflect her first, testing blow. It would be a mistake, it seems, to have underestimated this stranger that she has been so unfortunate as to run into in this cemetery where death and darkness should call to her, but seems to also answer, or run from him. As Elias steps forward, preparing his own rebuttal with no wasting time on testing the waters, the energy sparks in his hands and an arc of lightning is called forth, striking Valeria's chest with remarkable precision and illuminating the cemetery briefly in harsh, white light.
For a heartbeat, it might seem like victory will be his. The lightning arc, pulsing with raw power had transformed the tranquil scene with flashing light and shadow, but as the brightness fades, revealing the aftermath, Elias's enthusiasm may dwindle. Valeria, though certainly staggered, still stands firm amidst the residue of the blast. Dark energy colalesces around her, forming a shield that absorbed the brunt of the attack but not all of it. "Is that everything?" she taunts, her expression still a dark glimmer of of goading and yet melancholy. Another hand movement and the shield of darkness forms up into something almost like a tidal wave that undulates towards Elias almost like a sonic boom. While it moves towards him, a force, a power that almost feels like it has hands to drag him down and drown him, Valeria moves backwards, trying to put distance between them - her eyes darting to scan the area in the dark while looking for convenient exits. Every moment spent entertaining their bravado together means a potential moment towards capture. Towards notice.
Undeterred, Elias braces himself as the tidal wave of darkness rushes toward him, its force palpable, like a tempest of hands clawing at his body and mind. The ground beneath his boots trembles as the energy surges closer, threatening to pull him under like a black, endless sea. But theres no fear in his eyes, only focus. With a sharp gesture, his hand cuts through the air, summoning a barrier of whirling wind and frost. The tempest meets the wave with a thunderous collision, snow and shadow intermingling in a chaotic dance. The wind howls, scattering shards of frost and splintered darkness across the cemetery, and the stormcaller steps forward once more. His arms raise from his sides as he calls out to the fleeing woman, "You are running already?" He advances, his own power building with every step. The storm answers his will, the air alive with electricity and the icy breath of his magic. Arcing lightning leaps from hand to hand, but something seems off about it, instead of producing heat, it seems to absorb heat instead. He thrusts his arm out, launching his bolt of frozen lightning at Valeria not holding back at all.
"Not that this isn't fun," Valeria grunts out, still somehow managing to make it sound sultry enough with her black velvet voice. "And you are intriguing," she adds, as if compliments and wooing are a weapon of her arsenal as well. "But I've simply... somewhere else I need to be-" Her words are cut off by her own shadows engulfing her, creating a shadow version of herself left in place while the real Valeria attempts to put space between them once more and rush off into the night, into anonymity. But Elias's lightning - able to absorb heat, able to detect the lack of heat coming from the shadow form of Valeria and the real one - arc and follows, finding its way to the dark sorceress afterall. This manifestation of Elias's mastery over the storm's dual nature, a combination of cold and electricity would not only immobilize Valeria but also sap her dark magic's strength.
Struck, and enveloped in a blinding flash of frozen energy, the explosion of frost erupts sending shards of ice in the air. Shadows around Valeria flare and twist but quickly freeze solid - locking her in place with a chilling grip. The ice creeps into the shadows, dissipating their powers and taming them against the storm. "No, you don't understand," Valeria begs futilely with words rasping against her struggle with the frigid binding, her bravado fading moment by moment. Her freedom getting exponentially further away for every painstaking, frozen second.
With continued persistence, Elias approaches with measured steps, his storm swirling around him, a sentinel of frost and thunder. Each step crunches against the frost laden ground, a deliberate sound in the otherwise frozen silence. The faint light from the moon pierces the dissipating stormclouds just enough to illuminate the aftermath, Valeria, encased in a prison of her own creation turned against her, shadows locked in icy submission. With a flick of his hand, he tightens the frost's grip on her, the ice glowing faintly as it pulses with energy, attempting to suppressing what remains of her dark magic, "You do not understand. I do not care for your pleas." He states, his features illuminated by the faint arcs of electricity still dancing between his fingers, "I would say this isn't personal but just a job, but with you, I make a special exception."
Fading still, Valeria tries in a more submissive voice, "Please." She trembles slightly, the shadows around her darkening in a desperate attempt to break free. "You don't have to do this. We could work together... imagine the chaos. Look at the beautiful synergy..." The shadows tremble and shrink with her, no longer able to cater to their mistress's whim.
Reaching back into his pocket, Elias presses a saved number in his phone. It is the number to a peacekeeper response team, "The target has been detained. Come pick her up before she gets free." The stormcaller his expression unreadable, but the cold in his eyes betrays no hint of sympathy. Likely already in the area searching for Valeria, Elias waits.
Reaching back into his pocket, Elias presses a saved number in his phone. It is the number to a peacekeeper response team, "The target has been detained. Come pick her up before she gets free." The stormcaller his expression unreadable, but the cold in his eyes betrays no hint of sympathy. The Peacekeepers, likely already in the area searching for Valeria, Elias waits. (fixed)