Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : Measures were to be taken when around the former Heretic Prince’s tower. As tempting as the books, the vials, the herbs, the tomes, the scrolls – oh my god. It was ALL endless and within his possession now. Only one problem remained; the spells blocking the two mages from fully investing their time into this place. Where dusty layers were around every corner and uncertainty loomed upon the arisen. Each item so far had been delicately placed upon the nearest open table but whilst those books were [c]
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Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : ‘cleaned’ of their macabre energies, the text within them had yet to be read. The scholar within the crotchety mage wished to open each and every book which was taken off from the shelf but temptation lead you to fatuitous decisions [such an example was when he sought out such power within his youth and ended up being cursed horribly by some deity from above.] Light, irritated puffs came from the protruding huffy cheeks of the liminal being, his gloved fingertips running over the spirals before his [c]
Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : vision. Some were in languages he needed time to decipher but such time was not permittable. He would NOT be allowed to bury himself within the mountains of books. No, no, there was an agenda involving the ephemeral flower which needed to be solved now – that swaggering tyrant was not taking no for an answer. Either he did his job correctly in providing an elixir of life or well… …one never liked to think about the consequences when failing in the presence of an emperor and or king. Robes shifted [c]
Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : and pooled about Carrick’s shoulders as he leaned over his current writing desk. Records were being made. This was how he kept things so prompt at the Vaskaris estate [sometimes Ophelia liked to come in and mess with the alphabetical order of his files…that bitch.] Quill wrote line after line, the assistant Jules which had been given to the evoker by Seren, now accompanied the mage within these large stacks of books that lined the table. Fucking REPEATEDLY, he told the young man, in that asperous [c]
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Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : grouchy voice of his, “Do. Not. Touch. Anything.” It seemed that the order did not FULLY pierce the youth's skull for whilst he had done good up until now – the sounds of a book being opened alerted the magic user within the other room. Dropping his current attentions upon record keeping, his pale jaw set, scrupulous gaze coming upon Jules. Ready to unleash his anger, he stopped – wait what? There was no Jules. There was only a small, white ferret whose body which wriggled about the floor. An odd smell [c]
Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : came to the warlock's nose and before could he figure out where it was coming from, it entered his lungs and had him bent over hacking heavily. The white ferrt rolled forward as if in concern, rubbing up against the cloaked male. DAMNIT! Ah, the door, the door needed to be opened. Click, it opened by the wave of his hand. Feeling as if the breath were taken from him, the Wraith of House Vaskaris fell to the floor but the world around him began to get bigger and bigger and...so big...he was now [c]
Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : swimming around within an ocean of his own shroud. What the fuck just happened?! Hopping about, what was once the menacing, towering noumenon... ...was now a small, baby crow, whose feet pitterpattered along the cold stone floor. CHEEP! CHEEP! Hop, hop, hop. This was not looking good. NOT good at all. Efforts were made to attempt to leave the room but the small, poor, DEFENSELESS mage struggled getting down the tower's steps. All hell was about to break loose as the teeny, tiny little baby bird [c]
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Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : cheep'd his way around the hallways. And any who dare to pick him up, would suffer the same fate. [e]
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Sнαuɢнnєssy : .: The day had proceeded as expected, and pleasantly at that, for Shaughnessy. She’d covered the latest reports regarding diplomatic updates, and on the draconarius artefacts. She understood that Carrick and Alberdine had been let into the tower, and were already set to work purging old magic lingering in there so that it would be <c>
Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : Within the panic of the tower, Jules who had been turned into a white ferret, FREAKED. His little ferret feet slipping and sliding across the floors as he attempted to make contact with his known comrade. Poor woman. She had NO idea what was to befall her when he came to her at the edge of the steps. One who was about to come up as she heard the mage coughing and hacking, even a thud being heard which concerned her. Within her ascent of the steps, not only a baby bird passed underneath her skirts but a [c]
Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : Ah shit, go ahead.]
Sнαuɢнnєssy : their own workspace, and not that of past occupants. Soon, she was to go have tea with Iskandar, so the Princess arose from her suite, and swept through the doors Felicia opened for her. “Farewell, Felicia,” she chimed pleasantly, and proceeded on down the corridor without any awareness of the strange, debilitating curse <c>
Sнαuɢнnєssy : that had been unleashed in the mage tower. As it would seem, it had been laid upon a certain tome to hinder an uninvited user’s snooping, … and was a contagious spell, so that the affected user, when seeking help, would find none – only another baby animal for company instead! Even the best of mages, warriors, scholars, and <c>
Sнαuɢнnєssy : sages made mistakes from time to time, and thus had Jules the mage assistant that day. The ferret had panicked and fled down the stairs of the tower, scampering past servants and brushing by their legs in his alarm. In the white ferret’s wake, human figures suddenly shrunk down to the floor, leaving pools of clothing cast over <c>
Sнαuɢнnєssy : baby animals. Puppies, kittens, pigs, chicks, snakes – and so forth, suddenly an array of little animals were scuttling around the castle floor, spreading the contagious transformation spell even further. Some servants didn’t transform when a baby animal ran by, as their resilience happened to be unexpectedly hearty enough to overcome <c>
Sнαuɢнnєssy : the magical epidemic. Or just plain dumb luck saved them, who knew. Or a charm in a pocket or around their necks from their mothers or wives happened to actually work to protect them! Hither and thither scampered young animals, some seeming to frolic, while others panicked, and others still simply lounged in laziness or dazes. <c>
°Iѕĸandaʀ° : wb btw Rusul]
Sнαuɢнnєssy : Violet eyes caught the form of a duckling waddling her direction, flapping its minute, fluffs for wings. She slanted her head to the right in her bemusement, until the little fluff crashed into her foot. …. She felt vaguely dizzy, then struck with momentary vertigo—WOOSH—the Princess shrank down, and it would seem, only a pile of fine <c>
Sнαuɢнnєssy : Clothes remained. Until the clothes ‘grew’ giant, perking white ears. Until the small face of a fennec fox kit peeped up, ears standing taller than, it almost seemed, the size of her entire body. What was happening! Fox-Shaughnessy wriggled free, and began frolicking forward, or so the wee fox’s silly gallop might seem. <c>
Sнαuɢнnєssy : Where was Iskandar? What was happening? Oh, but this was strangely exciting, too! The fox’s wily, playful nature led an already buoyant-souled Shaughnessy away from dread or fear. Play play play! Wait, no, find Iskandar, he’d know what to do! Play! The Fennec kit skipped into the throne room, bouncing along as a small, <c>
Sнαuɢнnєssy : fluffy speck in the vast, imposing hall. <d> :.
Sнαuɢнnєssy : EVERYONE welcome lol ))
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°Iѕĸandaʀ° : welcome.]
°Iѕĸandaʀ° : and oh my god ahahha]
Sнαuɢнnєssy : You do NOT have to be affected by the spell, and if you are, it could be a pc or an npc who ran by you to brush the contagion on you lol, and pick whatever baby animal you want XD ))
Maahes : "light furries" ]]
Sнαuɢнnєssy : YEP LOL ))
Maahes : -facepalm- ]]
Sqwuee : okay what did i miss?//
Sнαuɢнnєssy : btw this is Duncan: http://media.galaxant.com/000/122/519/desktop-1425399420.jpg ))
°Iѕĸandaʀ° : hey it's fun, LOL]
°Iѕĸandaʀ° : loooool]
Sнαuɢнnєssy : And this is now Ness XD http://cdn.pcwallart.com/images/fennec-fox-pup-for-sale-wallpaper-2.jpg ))
°Iѕĸandaʀ° : sometimes silliness is needed lolol]
Maahes : I'm emotionally constipated. ]]
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Maahes : But you are correct. ]]
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°Iѕĸandaʀ° : But yeah, like she said, you don't have to be haha]
BliviaTruhart : ((Shaughnessy is my new pet, I've decided.))
Sнαuɢнnєssy : O_O ))
Maahes : 😀 <---- You should include this with statements like that. ]]
Sнαuɢнnєssy : Ahahaha ))
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°Iѕĸandaʀ° : Tea time was always something that the seasoned merchant looked forward to with his paramour. The rattling of tea saucers, the light conversation which held no weighted topics, Shaughnessy’s soft voice as she stirred her tea looking adoringly at her elf – thoughts were interrupted. What was once a pleasant tea setting transitioned to an annoyed client who continually said ‘no, no, no’ to almost all the offers that the two Demirel brothers offered them. This had been going on for two hours straight and <c>
°Iѕĸandaʀ° : both the elder elf and his younger sibling were starting to feel their tiresome efforts providing no breakthrough. Eventually, that meeting ended with both kin standing, hands being shaken and a round, happy nobleman who surely would be giggling his way to the bank. Both tall northerners made their way out into the long, winding hallways of the palace. Nods of respect and brief bows being given to them as they turned corners, their known, silvery chiming language easily rolling off their tongues. <c>
°Iѕĸandaʀ° : Unbeknownst to the two elves, all hell was breaking out in the great hall but on the way there the twosome did notice some clothes haphazardly discarded (or what appeared to be within the hallway) which led them to thinking that someone either forgot their personal laundry or…you have an imagination. Heading out into one of the main thresholds that led out into the great hall, the appearance of all creatures shapes and sizes came to the male's tempest gaze. "Inca iire ume lye get y' zoo? [...since when <c>
°Iѕĸandaʀ° : in different shapes and sizes*
°Iѕĸandaʀ° : did we get a zoo?]" A random question which left his lips, not knowing that Rusul nor himself could get a proper answer as some people were either in hiding or currently 'indisposed' via their animal transfigurations. Through the mess of it all, the mithril magnate felt that something was off. Normally, these types of feelings did not overcome him unless something supernatural or planar was happening. What was going on here? More and more animals became the populace within the great, white <c>
°Iѕĸandaʀ° : marble halls. There was definitely something afoot and his senses, which sometimes dealt with feeling ethereal energies scoped out about the area. Thick refined brows raised in confusion towards his brother but as another question was about to leave his lips, he saw some small fox skittering across the halls. Where was that little thing going anyway? Such large ears it had. A glimmer, some sort of shine was upon one of their ears, as if it were some kind of -- wait -- that was the mithril clip he helped <c>
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°Iѕĸandaʀ° : put into Shaughnessy's pale moon hair earlier this morning? Gestures were made towards the cream colored fennec fox and at first, he did not want to believe it but in opening his mouth, he looked to Rusul, "Tul a yassen amin. [Come with me.]" The elven prince started, stalking down the hallway after this creature, "Amin…Amin nowa tanya's Shaugnessy ri' erpahi i' emperor naa playien omei nwalka lakwena! [I...I think that's Shaugnessy or perhaps the emperor is playing some cruel joke!]" Then again, with <c>
°Iѕĸandaʀ° : the way that the creature waddled it signified that they were...pregnant...he felt dizzy. Really, really dizzy. It was then that he called out to the small looking fox to get their attention. "Shaughnessy?" His deep baritone voice reached out to his paramour or what he thought was his beloved. This was chaos. ::e::