001st Forged Devil: Like a Fallen Angel [Action, Voice]

[curseresistant]

[The journal picks up a glimpse of the sky as it falls to the cold dirt, followed by a skewed view of the forest. Things are quiet -- almost eerily so.]

[That's when, with a horribly heavy-sounding thud, a pale-skinned, white-winged, and white-haired man unceremoniously drops into view, faint wisps of breath barely visible from his mouth. Were it not for that, he would certainly appear to be dead.]

[The feed cuts off not too long after that, the journal closed by a strong gust of wind.]

[Much later in the afternoon, before the shops close for the evening, Hector busies himself with finding his belongings. He lingers in the smithy for a while, browsing armor and weaponry before moving along to the plaza.]

I am told that these 'journals' can send my voice to others. If there are others listening, I am Hector. I have only recently arrived here in... Luceti.

Would any of you know where I could acquire [...] raw materials? I would like to... work on something.

Comments

[Action]

[mountain_sage]

[Saleh continues his routine patrol through the forest, deep in though. The journal dropping on the ground ahead startles him, and then the man dropping to the ground startles him even more. He drops his sack and hurries over to the man, kneeling near him to check on him.]

Hello? Can you hear me?

[voice]

[savarin]

[Well, let's start being helpful, Red thinks.]

Journal's workin'. Welcome t'Luceti, I guess! Found all your stuff yet? Need a guide?

1/2

[relictusdeus]

[Deep in his subterranean home, Isaac stirs suddenly from a brooding trance from the first time in an hour. Inclining his head ceilingward, he gazes blankly and wide-eyed into empty space, every fibre of his being awake and tinglingly alert. He can feel it. Demonic energy pulsing outwards and pushing against the edges of awareness, making him shiver to his core. And not just any dark aura.

Here.

Hector was here.

There is no mistaking it; his certainty runs down to the marrow of his bones. And for once, as he slowly digests the fact and hears an all too familiar voice addressing anyone who could hear it, the Forgemaster finds himself at loss for what to say.]

[funnygirl]

[Belle is busy helping around the library that afternoon. She's been taught how to alphabetize and shelve the books, and that's what she's doing when she hears a voice over the journal.

Another new arrival. There's nothing particular there, since they have been flooded with new people for the past couple of weeks. What surprises her is the man isn't asking to know more information about the place he's arrived in. Instead he wants materials to work?]

Good day monsieur. What kind of materials are you in search of? Anything specific?

[arcinvent]

Raw material? You mean like metal?

[Voice]

[thefinaljedi]

A pleasure to meet you Hector, my name is Luke.

[A familiar sounding name, though he's not sure where he heard it. oh wait, Nomi ripped it out of Isaac's brain]

What sort of materials do you need?

[voice]

[rocketpunch]

Um, could you be a bit more vague? I'd love to help, but that's not quite enough.

[action]

[pendantry]

[In the smithy, huh? Raven watches him browse for a while before she decides he's been there too long without making a 'purchase'.]

Looking for something?