Well I finally did it, I wrote an origin story to one of my ALTs - Spiritess (Magic Controller Union). I'm not the best author in the world so please be gentle with me
Spiritess - Origin
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Marianne Fairfax a quiet soul. Never late for work, always remembers colleagues birthdays, living alone in one of the many apartment blocks located in Steel Canyon.
The day started just like any other Monday. Marianne navigated through the bustling crowds of commuters as usual, inwardly laughing at the tourists goggling at the costumed heroes flying and bouncing across the landscape.
Work turned into the usual dance of smiling politely at the students of the University whilst simultaneously biting her tongue not to say what was really on her mind. After all she had been told time and again from her supervisor these bright young students will be our future! Our future! God help us all. Maybe the rumours she heard about the Rogue Isles have the right idea.
The day finished with Marianne tired and drained as usual, not looking forward to the trek home. The lunchtime news report stated her usual route had been closed due to a swarm of the strange Clockwork tearing up the road gathering parts for whatever their hidden agenda is. The resultant battle between the clockwork and the latest hero team fad, according to the newscaster, had caused some considerable damage to the surrounding area. Sometimes I wonder if these heroes are really worth all the trouble thats caused.
Marianne had to take a route she was not familiar with. Head down to avoid making contact with the eyes of the crowded streets as much to avoid the early evening raid. Unfortunately for Marianne this act of isolation would be the cause of a bigger problem than just facing the fight home for yet another wet Monday.
Without really knowing the layout of the streets she now followed it was inevitable for her to take a wrong turn - straight into the path of a group of brightly coloured robed men. At first Marianne thought she had stumbled into yet another team of costume clad vigilantes. Making her mumbled apologies she turned to leave. She did not get very far.
This one has the power inside her! hissed one of the men, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her back round.
I feel it too! croaked another.
Now that Marianne had become fully aware of her surroundings she realised what she had stumbled across. These robed figures had appeared on television and in the press many, many times over the years. Known as the Circle of Thorns, a cult of demon worshipers, they act on pure evil and show now mercy to those that they seek. Marianne felt completely helpless as one of the figures, obviously a cult leader from the intricate gold details of his robes, rose up before her the palms of his hands held out and a green flame burning in his eyes. It was all she could do just to stay conscious as she was carted away by the leaders guards to some secret location.
Everything around her was a blur of colours, unable to make out any familiar shapes she allowed herself to be taken away. She could hear sounds voices, the guards and their leader discussing what was to become of her? Maybe, but there were other sounds too, voices of a different kind fighting amongst themselves in some distant far away place, looking to be the chosen for this body.
When Marianne gathered some clarity of her surround again she realised her feet were no longer touching the ground, but nothing was physically holding her either. Everything seemed to be tinged green and it wasnt until a few moments had passed that she realised she was being held aloft in a green fire. The word fire crossed though her mind and caused her to panic. IM ON FIRE! she screamed. After a few moments of struggling to break free of the flames she realised she didnt actually feel at all hot. In fact the fire was cold, as of a winter night. Then the voices started again. First a chant was raised from the blurred figures she could see through the flames. In return this was taken up with the distant voices. Hundreds - deep, distant, cold.
Within the cold of the flame she could feel something else, something touching the back of her consciousness feeling for a way through. Something ancient from before the dawn of mankind.
Then, like a bolt of pure brilliant light, the groping evil found its entrance. Searing through Mariannes mind like a comet it looked for something. With each pass it made within her sub-conscious Marianne could feel her conscious grip slipping away. The very essence that was her drifted further and further back through the void.
It felt like Marianne had been in this void for an eternity. The real world no longer held any meaning. New insights and truths were being made available to her. It all made so much sense now. The wars and disasters. The rise of super powered individuals. Life. Everything was made so plain and simple to her now. With this knowledge at her disposal she could become so much more.
Then she could sense something else, a shining beacon of selfless honour. It pierced through the shroud that now enveloped her. Concentrating on this point of purity she began to block out all other influences trying to clear her mind and focus in on what was happening. She sped through the endless depths of this new found knowledge towards this point. Faster than light. Faster than time. Faster than thought. I must know what this is! Why do I not know anything about it, when I know all that there is to know here?
As she moved closer her conscious self became more prominent, strengthening her grasp on returning to reality and losing the addictive hold of the black. An unearthly scream shot past her returning back into the depths of the void. The eon long frustration and anger it released tearing at her very mind.
Then a feeling hit her, something tangible. It seemed like an eternity had passed since she last had solid contact. What is that? Marianne racked her memory, So familiar; strong, grasping A HAND! ITS SOMEONES HAND! With that sudden realisation came a brilliant flash of green light then darkness. A comforting dark without the watch of invisible eyes.
Sounds I can her things again! Birds, people, a voice close to me
Youre safe now miss. Youve just been rescued from a Circle of Thorns ritual, just in time by the look of things. Ill get you to a trauma team right away. Hold tight!
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Cool stuff buddy, what happens next?
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What happens next is I have another boring day in work and come up with the rest of the story
Well I finally did it, I wrote an origin story to one of my ALTs - Spiritess (Magic Controller Union). I'm not the best author in the world so please be gentle with me
Spiritess - Origin
==================
Marianne Fairfax a quiet soul. Never late for work, always remembers colleagues birthdays, living alone in one of the many apartment blocks located in Steel Canyon.
The day started just like any other Monday. Marianne navigated through the bustling crowds of commuters as usual, inwardly laughing at the tourists goggling at the costumed heroes flying and bouncing across the landscape.
Work turned into the usual dance of smiling politely at the students of the University whilst simultaneously biting her tongue not to say what was really on her mind. After all she had been told time and again from her supervisor these bright young students will be our future! Our future! God help us all. Maybe the rumours she heard about the Rogue Isles have the right idea.
The day finished with Marianne tired and drained as usual, not looking forward to the trek home. The lunchtime news report stated her usual route had been closed due to a swarm of the strange Clockwork tearing up the road gathering parts for whatever their hidden agenda is. The resultant battle between the clockwork and the latest hero team fad, according to the newscaster, had caused some considerable damage to the surrounding area. Sometimes I wonder if these heroes are really worth all the trouble thats caused.
Marianne had to take a route she was not familiar with. Head down to avoid making contact with the eyes of the crowded streets as much to avoid the early evening raid. Unfortunately for Marianne this act of isolation would be the cause of a bigger problem than just facing the fight home for yet another wet Monday.
Without really knowing the layout of the streets she now followed it was inevitable for her to take a wrong turn - straight into the path of a group of brightly coloured robed men. At first Marianne thought she had stumbled into yet another team of costume clad vigilantes. Making her mumbled apologies she turned to leave. She did not get very far.
This one has the power inside her! hissed one of the men, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her back round.
I feel it too! croaked another.
Now that Marianne had become fully aware of her surroundings she realised what she had stumbled across. These robed figures had appeared on television and in the press many, many times over the years. Known as the Circle of Thorns, a cult of demon worshipers, they act on pure evil and show now mercy to those that they seek. Marianne felt completely helpless as one of the figures, obviously a cult leader from the intricate gold details of his robes, rose up before her the palms of his hands held out and a green flame burning in his eyes. It was all she could do just to stay conscious as she was carted away by the leaders guards to some secret location.
Everything around her was a blur of colours, unable to make out any familiar shapes she allowed herself to be taken away. She could hear sounds voices, the guards and their leader discussing what was to become of her? Maybe, but there were other sounds too, voices of a different kind fighting amongst themselves in some distant far away place, looking to be the chosen for this body.
When Marianne gathered some clarity of her surround again she realised her feet were no longer touching the ground, but nothing was physically holding her either. Everything seemed to be tinged green and it wasnt until a few moments had passed that she realised she was being held aloft in a green fire. The word fire crossed though her mind and caused her to panic. IM ON FIRE! she screamed. After a few moments of struggling to break free of the flames she realised she didnt actually feel at all hot. In fact the fire was cold, as of a winter night. Then the voices started again. First a chant was raised from the blurred figures she could see through the flames. In return this was taken up with the distant voices. Hundreds - deep, distant, cold.
Within the cold of the flame she could feel something else, something touching the back of her consciousness feeling for a way through. Something ancient from before the dawn of mankind.
Then, like a bolt of pure brilliant light, the groping evil found its entrance. Searing through Mariannes mind like a comet it looked for something. With each pass it made within her sub-conscious Marianne could feel her conscious grip slipping away. The very essence that was her drifted further and further back through the void.
It felt like Marianne had been in this void for an eternity. The real world no longer held any meaning. New insights and truths were being made available to her. It all made so much sense now. The wars and disasters. The rise of super powered individuals. Life. Everything was made so plain and simple to her now. With this knowledge at her disposal she could become so much more.
Then she could sense something else, a shining beacon of selfless honour. It pierced through the shroud that now enveloped her. Concentrating on this point of purity she began to block out all other influences trying to clear her mind and focus in on what was happening. She sped through the endless depths of this new found knowledge towards this point. Faster than light. Faster than time. Faster than thought. I must know what this is! Why do I not know anything about it, when I know all that there is to know here?
As she moved closer her conscious self became more prominent, strengthening her grasp on returning to reality and losing the addictive hold of the black. An unearthly scream shot past her returning back into the depths of the void. The eon long frustration and anger it released tearing at her very mind.
Then a feeling hit her, something tangible. It seemed like an eternity had passed since she last had solid contact. What is that? Marianne racked her memory, So familiar; strong, grasping A HAND! ITS SOMEONES HAND! With that sudden realisation came a brilliant flash of green light then darkness. A comforting dark without the watch of invisible eyes.
Sounds I can her things again! Birds, people, a voice close to me
Youre safe now miss. Youve just been rescued from a Circle of Thorns ritual, just in time by the look of things. Ill get you to a trauma team right away. Hold tight!