Private - False Kin

Hidden: Ynglar Brotherhood Infiltration

This thread is for anyone in Witch Ops wanting to join the brotherhood. If you have no desire to join, simply ignore.

If you do wish to join-

1. You can join, but you will be a spy for the Witch Ops and will have to report back to Majolica on their activities.
2. As Witch Ops is meant to be fun for the group betrayal is not allowed (its not fun to be betrayed) so please don't join in the hopes of playing both sides (Majolica can/will kick you out)
3. If you really want to join the Ynglar Brotherhood, you can always leave Witch Ops to join as a normal member (not a spy).

The Witch Ops members receive a message telepathically.

Grand Witch Majolica

Hehehe, it appears that the Ynglar Brotherhood has begun accepting player members into their ranks, the dummies. Hehehe! Those stuffy magic police are sure to have some useful information and secret magics stored away in their vaults! I want to know what they know! Hehehe, so I've decided to send one or more of you to infiltrate their circle!

Hehehe, your job, should you choose to accept it, will be to become an upstanding member of the brotherhood, while also discovering their secrets and passing that information back to me! Hehehe!

We can't have some dumb old magic police force to get in our way when we're out trying to save the world! Hehehe! If you're interested in the job, meet at the cottage. Hehe, if you're not then disregard the message! Hehehe!

@Janet Reilly @Iván Carl @Corvella @Freja Sitka @Haru @Bradwynne

 

"P-please... I-I didn't... I don't know anything... We were just having fun..."

Ah, Brisshal. How long has it been? As with all new players, Iván had first spawned here, right after character creation. If his memory served him correctly, his first-ever adventure in the world of Terra Sphere was when he came across Madison Freebird who was on a quest for a crippled alchemist, an encounter that inspired Iván to also try his hand at this game's vocation of Cooking. There was also another girl there, a sinister berserker who seemed unfazed as she ended a man with just her bare hands. Granted that the man had gone berserk himself, a poor cursed soul, but it still didn't make the image palatable to the illusionist.

It was ironic then, that deep in the forest, where silence was king, the predator that was currently on the hunt, who wasn't native to this area, had just taken care of two men, NPCs, bandits, who were themselves native to the area. Iván had heard of the crime that had been committed days prior when a weeping father got too drunk to contain himself. His eldest child, his only daughter, had been taken to this part of the forest, deep within it where no screaming could be heard, by three men and was never heard of again.

Having no other leads in his persistent quest to once again meet the otherworldly being that had saved him down in the Spire, Iván thought the story might be something more. Maybe it wasn't three men. Maybe it wasn't just three men. Maybe it was something else. Maybe his daughter was indeed taken by three men but with no one else referencing these men, maybe all four of them were taken by something else, something from the Spire, maybe?

It was pretty far fetched but it was the only thing Iván had at the moment, so he journeyed deep into this forest, wearing the face of an old friend. Ivánka Ahrens was the name he told them after they had disappointed him with their presence. There was no bigger predator, no more powerful creature out here. There were the three men, all rugged and disgusting and savage. His disguise had attracted them, as Iván now understood that any wandering soul would have. They all began with praises, flowery words to draw him in, to draw Ivánka Ahrens in, but when she decided to leave, they turned to violence, to brute force, to strength.

That was when Iván had had enough and discarded his disguise. The men were all caught off-guard, especially when they saw what was on his face: a red mask that had been the face of a deadly predator, intimidating, disgusting, of sulphur and blood, with five holes instead of an actual face. One of them tried to run, the other two decided to fight. Iván welcomed them to the Spire, an illusion of it anyway, confusing them, intimidating them, further. Using the monsters that the Bound Prince had himself encountered while down in that Spire, he gave them nightmares and picked them off one by one.

The Spindly Colossus made one of them look up in fear, frozen in place, oblivious to Iván's hammer as he nonchalantly approached him, smashing his head in. The other one, after running his fastest, fell down into a small lake, a makeshift pond, and was instantly devoured by the Ancient Hai'Draz. His fear got him even before Iván could, and he ended up floating face-down in the water. The last one, the one that had chosen to run, the smart one, was hunted down by the Snow-Quilled Guardian. He was smart enough, cunning, to escape its senses, but that was all in his head. He was immediately found by a smaller version of the Guardian. Thinking it was not as big of a threat, the man tried to throw stones at it, shoo it away, but it tackled him right in the stomach, forcing him to his knees, before disappearing.

Iván had found him no later, pleading for his life. "I swear... I won't do it again... I'll be good... P-please..." The illusionist sighed. The man was repentant. He was down and out, promising to change his ways. If only Iván could believe him. He had taken someone's daughter, and worse, he was not what Iván had expected. Such a disappointment... "Please!" Iván raised his hammer high in the air, staring the man straight in his eyes. This whole thing's pretty dark. I wonder which mod wasn't having a good day when he wrote this part of the game.

"Hmm," Iván muttered to himself as he stood there, hammer still in the air. He had just received a message from the Witch Ops Battalion Commander, @Grand Witch Majolica, informing him about the Ynglar Brotherhood. Apparently, they were now accepting members. Iván had wanted to be a member when he was just starting out in the game. A mysterious faction of mages? It sounded like it was right up his alley. But fate gave him another path, that of the Aristocracy, a path that began with failure, before fate pushed him right into the majestic arms of Majolica. "Looks like I'm switching factions."

The man, Iván's prey, took the opportunity while the illusionist was busy composing his response to Majolica's message.

Iván Carl

I'm on my way.

The final culprit made a mad dash for it while Iván was distracted, hoping that freedom didn't come with absolution. Unfortunately for him, it did. From under the forest floor, using foliage as its hiding place, a version of Sharkie, the creature Iván's expedition encountered down in the Spire and turned into a companion until the bitter end, sprung forth, lunged at the man, and starting biting at him. Iván had been there. Sharkie, this version of it, too, was always going to have an insatiable appetite.