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Adeliz challenges a storm and makes other interesting discoveries

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The Power in the Mists

Postby Adeliz on June 18th, 2020, 4:14 am

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Summer the 12th, 520 AV

Timidly, Adeliz watched the people combing Treasure Point’s sands for any signs of its namesake. Thus far, only one of them, a child who had come in with a group of tourists, had found a trinket and was excitedly showing off her find to her father who was only half-watching her while half-watching the jungle edge hesitantly, certain that something was watching them from it. Adeliz could tell the man had never been in the wild before and was only comfortable in the safety of city walls. Adeliz didn’t know what the trinket was. She couldn’t see it from where she watched from jungle’s edge, giving some credibility to the father’s worries. All she knew was she wanted it and only because the girl was so excited to have it. As much as she wanted it though, Adeliz refused to vacate the safety of the jungle to discover what it may be.

That was when the storm sprang up. It came out of nowhere, as such things did. It meant nothing to Adeliz as she had nobody and as such she had nothing to fear. While others scattered and ran for shelter, Adeliz came alive. She watched the girl race toward her father who picked her up and ran down the beach toward the settlement. As they ran, Adeliz saw the trinket drop from her hands to the sand, and though she cried for her father to stop, he kept running for shelter. In moments, Adeliz was alone.

These were the moments she lived for. She was a timid creature, prone to overthinking what others thought of her, but when she was alone, she was a different being entirely. With no one to witness her, there was no need to be shy.

The rain was inconsequential; the wind, meaningless. Even flashes of lightning out on the distant horizon couldn’t frighten her. Everything about it was known, and once a thing was known, it lost the need to be feared. Sure, a storm was dangerous, but not so much for a being that had already died. It could touch her but only if she materialized, and even then, what it could do was unlikely to cause serious harm.

So while others sheltered from the storm, Adeliz braved it, as much as she could be brace. She faced it head on, but only because she knew there was little possibility of injury.

By the time the beach had cleared and Adeliz had made her way on to it, the rain had skipped rapidly over coming down in sheets and was no walls of rain driven by the fiercest gusts of wind Adeliz had ever encountered, though only harsh to the world around her.

A spark of something very un-Adeliz-like arose in her. Defiance. She wanted to spit in the face of the storm, but the storm was Zulrav’s and that meant she’d be spitting in the face of a God. Still, she considered the worst that could happen, realized she was already dead, and decided to go forward with it.

The idea wasn’t so much one of disrespect as it was just her wanting to flex what little muscles she had, test their limits. Unmaterialized, she surged forward into the onslaught of the wind, boundaryless soul meeting walls of rain, and as she did, Adeliz gathered her mists to herself.

In an act that felt colossal to her soul, Adeliz siphoned those mists forward, projecting them into the front of her body to create a single surface with which to push back against the rain. A gust drove another wall of rain her way, and before it could reach her, she shoved her gathered mists forward. It didn’t matter how colossal her efforts felt. She was inconsequential. It meant nothing.

Nothing changed.

The wind gusted, and the rain blew straight through her, unimpeded by her efforts.

Nothing changed.

The blustering, raging wind could do nothing to change her, but it had. It had enraged her. How dare it do nothing? Her soul sparked and cracked, and like lightning, her rage let loose. Mist gathered in the core of her, in the depths of what would have been her guts, where she had always felt was the well of emotion, and in a fit, it lashed forward.

This time, the wind dashed itself on her mist as the two hurled themselves at each other, and a misty spray went up, like that of a wave striking a rocky shore.

A smile rippled through Adeliz’ soul, though nothing showed as she remained unmaterialized.

Something had changed, and she had been the one to make it so. Again and again and again, she tried, but each repetition became a little less potent, and after bells of raging, both the storm and Adeliz petered out. Her soulmist was nearly depleted, and she needed time to recuperate.

Slowly, she became aware of the changes that had occurred in the beach around her. The shoreline had changed and bits of the cliff had eroded away. Her first instinct was to go to where the girl had dropped her trinket, but as Adeliz looked around, she couldn’t identify which part of the beach that had been. She tried for several more moments to get her bearings but began to notice oddities that had either been washed up or uncovered by the storm. They were stone chunks of statues, but there was something different about them. They seemed burdened with power.

Curiosity burned hot in her soul, and the young, dead Akalak drifted toward the nearest one. The image carved into stone was a familiar one from the memories she had shared with Ines. It was a predator, a big cat, on its hindlimbs, rearing to leap and strike down its prey. Adeliz was about to reach out and touch it when something massive blocked out the sun.

Crom trumpeted and swung her head and tusks back and forth, trying to back a barely materialized Adeliz away from the odd stone thing. Adeliz had always liked Crom; and Crom, Adeliz, but this gesture seemed far from friendly or protective. It was threatening. Adeliz backed away and watched another of the Ashta lumber across to the piece and pick it up before turning back to the jungle and trundling away with it. More animals were flocking into the area, all of them picking up pieces and taking them back toward the jungle. Adeliz eyed the chimps carefully as they came and went. She had never trusted apes and monkeys. There was something sketchy about them.

And even as she watched the myriad of animals arrive and vacate the beach, she noticed someone else watching too. A part of her panicked that she may have been watched while she fought the storm, and as the person turned and began to run back to the Commons, Adeliz followed. She didn’t want the other woman to report what the ghost had been doing. She didn’t want to have everyone knowing about the crazed meanderings of her ghostly self.

But the woman beat Adeliz to the shelter before the ghost could stop her and try to reason her into not revealing her secret. The words out of the woman’s mouth though were about the statues and the animals, and Adeliz realized her presence had gone unnoticed. A brief discussion ensued, and from the little Common she could catch, Adeliz surmised that these stone pieces were of some importance and that the animals were likely serving Kihala’s wishes. There was one overall point that she gathered from everything said.

It would benefit the entire settlement if these pieces were found and put together.

Ghosts could travel faster than any person. In a moment, Adeliz was blinking back through the jungle toward Treasure Point. Perhaps she could follow some of the animals if she got there quickly enough. If she knew where the animals took the statues, then she could lead someone there to carry it back.

Once again, Adeliz found herself on Treasure Point’s beach, alone and content to be that way. Ines had tried several times to get her to notice tracks and trails, but Adeliz hadn’t found that she had a knack for it. Still, she tried to make sense of the many animal tracks that covered the beach in the short time since it had been wiped clean. Thinking she saw a trail, Adeliz began to follow it, all the while keeping her eyes open for the trinket the girl had dropped. She was nearly to the jungle’s edge when she heard rustling in the foliage. Dropping herself as much out of existence as she could, Adeliz crept forward, an inaudible, invisible, untouchable thing waiting to witness what she hoped was animals hiding a statue’s piece.
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The Power in the Mists

Postby Adeliz on June 26th, 2020, 4:24 am

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She was not disappointed.

Beyond the line where beach met jungle were two monkeys hanging low in the branches of a tree; and just beneath them, a stone chunk of statue. Creeping forward, a part of this world but not, Adeliz took in the piece, studying its details before even considering how to free it from the mischievous creatures above her.

It was the top of one of the statues as far as she could tell. There was a crown of flowers, their stems intricately intertwined. She hadn’t realized that so much detail could be crafted into something made of stone. Each different stem was visible, sinking beneath other stems here and rising back up from beneath them later on. Sticking out from the flowers were two triangular ears that Adeliz recognized as a cat’s. This must have been part of the panther Vas had mentioned.

As she studied the piece, the monkeys finally sensed some change in the world around them and quieted their chattering. One of them caught a branch with its tail and hang suspended upside-down above the stone, searching for the cause of the disturbance. Adeliz had no breath to hold, but she performed the ghostly equivalent. Drawing her mists in close to the core of herself, she reined them in and held them tight, so they couldn’t leech into the world and give her away. For a moment, she withdrew to further separate herself from them, but the distance gave her a new perspective and an idea.

She acted on it.

The one had not noticed the change as much and was already back to exploring the tree it was on for the possibility of some bug to eat. It had already let its guard down and, as such, was the perfect opportunity for Adeliz.

Insidious. That’s what Adeliz was. Slowly, over the stretch of a quarter bell, Adeliz unraveled herself and sank into the monkey as a single thin thread of mist so small it couldn’t be noticed. Bit by bit, she filled the creature, pressing herself out to the edges of its body and soul, never once grasping for a hold. Even when she was completely within the other being, she didn’t take over right away. Instead, mist prodded, testing the waters of the other soul before, seeking the weakest points. It was another fifteen chimes before she was satisfied.

Then, she struck.

To call it a strike was a misnomer, but Adeliz wasn’t sure what else to call it. As she did most often with possessions, she let her presence in the body grow, slowly so it wouldn’t be noticed until it was so present it couldn’t escape notice. By that time though, it was too late for the host to object. This time was no different for the monkey. When it became aware of her presence, it was as Adeliz was taking over and lunging at the other suspended monkey.

She couldn’t feel the arm. She only knew where it was, because she was possessing it. It was a clumsy gesture, but Adeliz put the full weight of her possession behind the blow, then gripped tight. Somehow, though she couldn’t feel the fur beneath their paw, she caught ahold and drove angry monkey fangs into the other monkey right at the base of the neck. Her host drove her out, but the damage was already done. Full blown war, on nearly the smallest scale imaginable, exploded between the two, and they tore off through the jungle in a fit.

As soon as they were gone, Adeliz made her way out on to the beach to find someone who could carry the stone back for her, but as she left the cover of the trees, something in the sand caught her eye. It was a trinket, possibly the same one the girl had dropped, now washed much further in by the rage of the waves and the storm. Projecting mist into her palm, she pressed it against the leather cord that held it, lifted, and took it into the jungle. It took several chimes of grueling projection, but she managed to scoop enough earth away at the base of a distinctive tree to bury the trinket in. Then, content her treasure was safe, Adeliz made her way back to the beach, found the girl looking for said treasure, and, though the girl was terrified at her appearance, directed the young one to where she could find the stone to take to the commons.

Once Adeliz was content the piece was well on its way, she racked her brain for new ideas on where to search, and one came quickly to mind. Crom and the other Ashta had grabbed one piece. There was only one place she knew they would reliably go, and it was a place she knew how to find easily. The Sawmill.

As a ghost, she could easily make a bee line through the jungle without fear of repercussions on her physical health. Singular minded, she breezed through the jungle flora as if it were air, blinking along as it suited her until she arrived at the place she and her sister had called their home during her brief existence.

What greeted her was not the familiar welcome she had become so accustomed to. Crom trumpeted, a noise that was more of a bellow than the usual delightful noise the Ashta made upon seeing her favorite person. Again the giant head swung to and fro, trying to catch the ghost with the short yet still impressive tusks.

“Stop it!” The rage that came in Adeliz’ shouted Myrian stunned the elephant for a moment, and before the big beast could figure out what she wanted to do, Adeliz blinked through her large body in hopes she would find whatever the Ashta seemed to be protecting.
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