Completed The Journal beside The Lake.

[Noaru]

82 Summer 513 A.V.

A long twenty-nine days has passed since his departure from Ravok. The journey itself was hard but now its come to a halt, what does he encounter that stops him? This small lake in the middle of a mountain range.... in territory he was unfamiliar with. The tree's were much taller and the brush wasn't as thick--compared to the Wildlands shrubbery. Noaru had been lost here since this morning; wandering about aimlessly as morning turned into a bright summers day.

The clouds moved quietly above, he could see them moving in the waters reflection--along with his pure white form which was similar to the clouds, forever to remain in a constant state of movement. He came to rest at an old camping ground created by humans whether it was created by them or other living beings that once occupied the area in the past, he did not know. However, just as he sat down onto the wooden log-chair, he noticed that there were a few embers still burning in the makeshift fire place: a fire place that was made of stone and pebbles.

He outstretched his right hand, letting his white soulmist to sway and extend from his ghostly form; he focused heavily on the three small logs that remained just out of arms reach. These logs seemed more like oversize twigs and they'd probably be burned easily by the embers. The tendrils of soulmist wrapped around each little log and lifted them carefully off of the soil. He position them carefully along the stone, straight across yet placed above the embers in an even horizontal line. Noaru released his hold and allowed the tendrils of soulmist to freely swayed around him as he watched the embers heat the log-like twigs, held up by small stone pillars.

Noaru looked around a bit and he noticed a small book resting beside him on the log; curiosity takes hold at this point and he carelessly picks the item up, it looked like a journal of some sort and it was in prime condition; someone had been taking good care of it. When he touched the book, he felt a surge of energy travel through his body--being a spirit, he was surprised by this almost losing control over the soulmist which kept the journal suspended above the ground. The energies power was miniscule but was enough to surprise him, he shook-off the sensation and opened the book, continuing to read its contents.


“ Now, little book--show to me what it is you have to offer. ”

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[Noaru]

Noaru flipped through the book--using the careful movements of his soulmist. The first ten pages had absolutely nothing written on them besides a few dark stains on the pages--these stains, they looked as if someone had smeared them onto the pages to conceal what few words were written on them. Noaru continued to flip the pages until he came across a set of text saying Damei's journal log. Noaru flipped the page and noticed all the writing inside was written in ancient tongue, scoured the pages and began to read what was able to be read.

Winter 23: 509 A.V.
'' I'm Damei twenty-four years old--two years has passed since my depart from home, me and my small caravan have been constantly moving since. We've traveled to the Cyphrus region and befriended a few Drykas--who travel with me now as I' am writing, its been wonderful;there are some many people traveling with me now. I would have never expected so many fine people--there are a few Inarta's with us to! That red-hair sticks out a great deal as expected from the denizens of Wind Reach ''Home of The Giant Wind Eagles''.

And when I mean giant, it is not an exaggeration, they....are...huge! I like the Vantha though; those eyes are so beautiful and sticks out much more so than red-hair of the Inarta, my caravan is starting to look more like a group of royalties with so many beautiful and handsome folk in it, including my handsome self. The winter cold is starting to get to me, my joints are all stiff and achy--we''re stopping near Nyka in the Wildlands to set camp and rest while we still can.
The Winter Log Ends:

Noaru was thinking as he allowed his soulmist to rest; he was thinking about all that was mentioned in the text. The Inarta, Wind Reach, Giant Eagles and eye coloring-changing Vantha's...Drykas, what are those? There were so many things he was so unaware of in this era--most notably the absence of war and excessive destruction, things he did not miss. The small logs were now smoldering in the fire place and tiny flames could be seen spewing from beneath them. A summers breeze causes the small flames to flames to sway slightly and create small embers in its passing--Noaru looked around a bit to ensure that he was truly alone but he knew he wasn't with some much wildlife around... that would be impossible.

“ Damei...”

[Noaru]

Noaru got up and placed the journal next to him, his soulmist had just about covered the object entirely and would have done so if he hadn't decided to stop reading the book. The journal seemed harmless along with its contents, which seemed to only carry details about a young mans journey to distant lands--where he was able to meet many individuals and make countless friends. However, no matter how harmless the journal seemed, he couldn't shake off the sensation that there was a bitter and dark ending to Damei's story. Noaru suddenly felt a cold darkness surrounding him and the journal he had closed, opened violently and the pages turned by themselves at inhuman speeds: a sudden wind rebelled against Noaru's ghostly form as this went on, trying to force him away from the journal. He could still see the pages as he struggled against the mysterious wind, single words appeared on each page written in grotesque dark smudges! The spirits eyes widened as these smudges turned to blood and words like; Panic, Pain, Death and Sin were being written on the pages.

The book was airborne at this moment, hovering right in front of him. Noaru was still struggled against the wind as he tries to read the remaining pages. There were pages filled with the other logs, logs dating from 509 to this year--the information started to become more profound. The lives of other people were portrayed in the pages nearest to the end of the journal but were being displayed in the form of peaceful drawings which then would turn into horrific illustrations of death, torture and rape.

Noaru shouted at the book demanding that it stopped but it didn't listen and continued to show him the bitter ends of countless lives but only one life wasn't written--one name that did not suffer an horrific end. Noaru searched amongst the madness and chaos and did not find his name; only when he got to the final page of the journal titled ''By The means Of Torture'' did he see the name he sought after.

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[Noaru]

The final chapter was revealed--the soul named Damei was forced to watch as all his friends were tortured and murdered while he was left alone, unrestrained by physical means. But his mind was held down by the disbelief and sadness that enclosed his mind within darkness; he was a practitioner of summoning while he was competent in his art, he still lacked the confidence and leadership skills that would give him better control over the things he summoned. Noaru read the final chapter in the form of highly detailed drawings, drawings that resonated and flowed with life. He could see a single tear streak down Damei's left cheek, his unblinking eyes were like mirrors reflecting the dread and pain that were in the faces and eyes of his mutilated and decapitated friends.

There a dagger remained beside Damei, his eyes surveyed the blood soaked earth and noticed the weapon there, seemingly greeting him with its mere presence. Damei's eyes were overflowing with tears, he didn't care anymore--the despair had taken all the fight he did have within him. The blade of the dagger, he raised it to his neck and grips the weapon tightly in the palm of his hand but just as he was about to pull the weapon across his throat to spill the life sustaining substance onto the unforgiving earth... a hand grabs his wrist, pulling the weapon from him. He wanted to die, he wanted to take his own life, he wanted feel the warmth of his own blood embrace his skin as his body turned cold and his consciousness faded away--the sweet release of death.

However, the hand that snatched his freedom from life also was the hand that snatched away the lives of all his friends. A hand belonging to none other than the Diverse that he foolishly summoned. The being killed most of his friends as they slept while some were killed the moment they awoke and stumbled upon the carnage the Diverse had created. Damei was forced to watch this with fear binding him in place. The Diverse ran rampant, killing most of the people he cared for while some did manage to escape death--this only to enraged the Diverse who then took his anger on those who were unlucky and unable to escape in time.

Damei snaps knocking the Diverse down, he grabs the deranged creature and bites onto its neck! The Diverse punches Damei in the head and throws him four meters away from where it stood: a reimancer creates a gust of wind that sends the mad creature hurtling through the air and crashing into the bonfire they had made earlier. Damei and his remaining party escapes. The journal drops to the ground after showing Noaru this; exhausting what power that it had while leaving Noaru, feeling things around him were not as they seemed.

[Noaru]

The forest around him grew quiet and in this silence, he heard footsteps approaching him but something was out of place. The footsteps echoed through the woods and they seemed out of place; it was as if, they were approaching him from all directions. This had to be a trick, or maybe there was more than one enemy--one or more that the journal hadn't mentioned? Noaru waited as the footsteps approached, twigs and branches were snapping as something moved towards him at a fast pace.

A body comings flying from the brush and another follows afterwards.These were deer and a whole herd of them but they seemed panicked like they were desperately trying to escape from something. The beasts were not bothered by Noaru's presence, as whatever was chasing them was of a greater threat. The herd ran beside the lake and across a clearing until they could no longer be seen, it was only for a moment when Noaru decided to relax that a loud !!CRUNCH!! resonated from the brush.

A body's thrown from the brush, it's condition was appalling, nigh unrecognizable! The gender could not be identified most of the lower half of the body had been torn to pieces, including limbs and.... the head. This grotesque creature leapt from the tree's and onto the corpse; it was disgusting this creature--covered in blood and other unidentifiable scars and organs. The thing notices Noaru and tries to pounce onto the spirit. Noaru darts to the left, his body moving in a sliding motion--the creature slides across the ground and into the lake, it splashes wildly in the water gasping until it reaches land.

Noaru stared at the creature, this Diverse with a look of disappointment--he thought of this Diverse as nothing more than a pathetic excuse of flesh. The first thought he had was killing the Diverse immediately, as the body laying just meters away from him was definitely human and people would take notice and disturb his little sanctuary, he needed to do something or think of something.

[Noaru]

The Diverse crawled from within the lake, his eyes meeting the coldness of Noaru's stare. The Diverse eyes widened, he realizes what he just tried to harm... a spirit. The Diverse rises to his feet and then kneels before Noaru, confusing the spirit in the process. Noaru didn't understand why the Diverse would show him this much respect, as if he was some sort of royalty. Noaru did see the similarities the diverse and he shared; their eyes complimented each other in color and their wild hair and skin tones matched each other. The spirit eased closer to the Diverse while concealing his ill-intent; he could feel it--that something he has always sought after within living things.

The Diverse raised its head and meets eye-to-eye with Noaru. A sinister grin that would sends shivers down someone’s spine, revealed many carnivorous teeth--inhuman in nature. The Diverse leans backwards, his elbows land on the earth behind him supporting him as he tries to back away from the spirit. However, a soul chilling creeps around his neck arms and wrists--this foreign sensation shocks the Diverse distracting him momentarily as he looks down to see what was the cause... a bad move.

Noaru enters the Diverses body at the moment it was distracted; he sends an icy feeling of death throughout the Diverses body with his embrace. Noaru's sudden intrusion causes the Diverse to flail about as tendrils of soulmist try to constrict and overwhelm his body. This deadly dance went on as Noaru’s and the Diverses wills clash against one another for dominance over the body. The idea was simple, posses the Diverses body and dispose of the human corpse and the Diverses body as well! This way he wouldn't have to deal with nosy individuals intruding on his side of the lake; however, the Diverse was going to make this difficult for him.

The Diverse fought against the spirits advances, bring them dangerously close to the water’s edge. A minute passed and Noaru found himself on the losing end, he didn't think the Diverse would put up this much of a fight! He believed the plan would go smoothly but he was wrong and now he needed something to give him an immense advantage, something to weaken the Diverses will. That's where it hit him; he figured the lake would be the key. Noaru fought more—the Diverse flailed his body wildly along the ground, more so than ever!

Then splash, they were underwater. Noaru grasped the situation quickly and his will dominated of the Diverses will; his fear of the water disturbed his focus. The Diverse gasped for air but only water entered his lungs, he felt his consciousness fading as a strange darkness—the spirits darkness invaded his mind. Noaru's patience, tactics and small display of intelligence won him a body. The calm waters surface was disturbed when a soaked hand reaches from the lake and grabs onto the earth—another hand reaches out from the water and the Diverses entire body emerged from the lake. The strangeness of this things body wasn't something Noaru couldn't overlook, he moved the bodies arms and legs around a bit; he focuses on the clearness of his mind, as the world grew silent around him and his thoughts and actions became clearer.

This short meditation helped him clear his thoughts and the Diverses lanky body walked over to the mutilated human corpse and dragged it to the fire. The Diverse proceeded to tear apart the body, he threw pieces into the fire while larger pieces were thrown into the lake. The Diverses eyes were strange, they were void of life, silent and unfeeling—if one stared into the eyes of this possessed soul. Noaru was enjoying the inhumanity within the Diverse, he could feel the darkness within stirring! When barely recognizable pieces remained of the body, he throws the ribcage and journal into the flames to burn then made a mad dash towards the lake.

The Diverses body leaps into the air! One would have never expected that this slender body could jump and display such an unrefined kind of acrobatics. The jump causes the Diverse to land in the lake. Noaru leaves at this point to allow the Diverse to drown, he watched as his meat-suit disappeared into the dark depths... gasping for air. On the waters surface black soulmist collects, tendrils barely holding together, converge and take on solid form. Noaru now exhausted looks at his reflection in the water and for the first time—looks upon the strangeness of his form. A smile formed across the spirits face as he vanishes from above waters calm surface

[Radiant]

Noaru :

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Soulmist Projection	+1 XP
Possession	+1 XP

Lores

Lore Earned

Lost in the Silkwater Lake

A mysterious journal beside the lake

Damie's journal log

New informations: Red-haired Inarta, Giant Wind Eagles, Color-changing Vantha

A summoner's dark tale...

Respected by a Diverse(?)

Ancient Spirit vs Summoned Monster

How to kill a Diverse: Death by drowning

Loots

Notes :

It would be a nice thread, but... Noaru's a novice at possession at this moment right? You overplayed your skills here. A novice would struggle even to possess a willing target, let alone a hostile summoned monster.

Then there's the matter of moving the body. You didn't mention the difficulty Noaru should have had in controlling it, especially since the monster would continuously fight your hold.

You came this close of getting a mod intervention, but I suppose... XP penalty is enough.

Also, next time, please explain on how the journal came to be like that exactly, was it glyphed? Or was is just Noaru's imagination? Be more clear next time.

My radiance is not bright enough?

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