- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
Through the slightly misty view of the small crystal in front of him, Karl watched Hana's desperate efforts with a frown. It wasn't as though he feared her graceless hacking would do any particular damage to the door. As the main entrance to the house, if an amateur swinging around a sword could actually do anything to it, his house would long since have been raided for everything it possessed. Even the wood from the front door had been grown from a seed of the Indestructible Banyan Tree, and even the enchanted swords that helped guard the door wouldn't leave so much as a scratch on it. No, it was the excessive display itself that caused him to frown.
It had been apparent from the moment she'd first arrived, when the house had sounded the guest's bell rather than any sort of alarm upon her entry, that the house had thoroughly recognized her as a guest. That despite the fact that she carried around an abyssal artifact with her everywhere she went. At first, he'd attributed her arrival exclusively to the house desiring to contain the cube, and Hana becoming an unfortunate tagalong for the ride. But that was no explanation for the house's careful treatment of her.
He'd dismissed it beforehand, not particularly caring enough to bother about Hana's treatment. Now, however, as he stared at Hana wielding a sword that should not have come loose from the wall no matter how hard she tugged on it, he knew the actual answer. After all, he'd seen the traces of it in her soul only a few days ago.
Numerous artifacts had gone into the creation of this house. In truth, there was no one thing that made up "the house". Its existence was instead something that had been created from the artful interweaving of countless artifacts, whose combined effects created something far greater than the sum of its parts.
Many of those artifacts had been divine in origin. Just like the corrupted angel soul that guarded the room of souls, divine artifacts were natural protectors and healers, and were all but guaranteed to be far, far more merciful than their abyssal counterparts.
And Hana had saintly energy in her soul. Those divine artifacts would have sensed that long before Karl had even noticed her arrival, and would have adjusted their behavior accordingly. If she was under proper mentorship from a true saint and a divine artifact, it was possible Hana could mature into a true saint herself. Of course they would start pampering her.
In frustration, Karl grabbed the little crystal ball and hurled it towards the wall. Hana's santliness certainly didn't bother him. He'd met more than a few saints in his time, and while they were generally meddlesome busybodies, they also had their uses. There was no one in the world who could channel more divine energy than a saint. No, what frustrated him was that Karl had just been forced to acknowledge there was probably no way he'd be able to lock Hana and that cube in the depths of his house. It would probably just let her out again the moment she asked.
For the second time in incredibly short succession, Karl felt a stab of betrayal from the behavior of his residence, which was supposed to be loyal to him above almost all else.
Having no desire to think about Hana any further, Karl turned back to his work, temporarily pushing the memories of Hana deep into the vault of his mind.
Many hours later, and Karl had completed his project. The man was now making his way towards the kitchen with a leisurely stride, trying to decide what he wanted for dinner. However, upon arriving at the kitchen, he was brought to a halt by the sight of an absolute mess in front of him.
The counters were covered in various bowls, filled with the residue of countless foods. Flour seemed to have been scattered around the place as though someone had been attempting to imitate a snowstorm. And there, standing next to a counter near the stove, stood a particular black haired girl who Karl had no desire to think about at the moment. Dough surrounded the counter near her, with a few bowls near her.
"Fleskepanne..." Karl muttered, before his indignation flared. "What are you doing to my kitchen?!"
It had been apparent from the moment she'd first arrived, when the house had sounded the guest's bell rather than any sort of alarm upon her entry, that the house had thoroughly recognized her as a guest. That despite the fact that she carried around an abyssal artifact with her everywhere she went. At first, he'd attributed her arrival exclusively to the house desiring to contain the cube, and Hana becoming an unfortunate tagalong for the ride. But that was no explanation for the house's careful treatment of her.
He'd dismissed it beforehand, not particularly caring enough to bother about Hana's treatment. Now, however, as he stared at Hana wielding a sword that should not have come loose from the wall no matter how hard she tugged on it, he knew the actual answer. After all, he'd seen the traces of it in her soul only a few days ago.
Numerous artifacts had gone into the creation of this house. In truth, there was no one thing that made up "the house". Its existence was instead something that had been created from the artful interweaving of countless artifacts, whose combined effects created something far greater than the sum of its parts.
Many of those artifacts had been divine in origin. Just like the corrupted angel soul that guarded the room of souls, divine artifacts were natural protectors and healers, and were all but guaranteed to be far, far more merciful than their abyssal counterparts.
And Hana had saintly energy in her soul. Those divine artifacts would have sensed that long before Karl had even noticed her arrival, and would have adjusted their behavior accordingly. If she was under proper mentorship from a true saint and a divine artifact, it was possible Hana could mature into a true saint herself. Of course they would start pampering her.
In frustration, Karl grabbed the little crystal ball and hurled it towards the wall. Hana's santliness certainly didn't bother him. He'd met more than a few saints in his time, and while they were generally meddlesome busybodies, they also had their uses. There was no one in the world who could channel more divine energy than a saint. No, what frustrated him was that Karl had just been forced to acknowledge there was probably no way he'd be able to lock Hana and that cube in the depths of his house. It would probably just let her out again the moment she asked.
For the second time in incredibly short succession, Karl felt a stab of betrayal from the behavior of his residence, which was supposed to be loyal to him above almost all else.
Having no desire to think about Hana any further, Karl turned back to his work, temporarily pushing the memories of Hana deep into the vault of his mind.
Many hours later, and Karl had completed his project. The man was now making his way towards the kitchen with a leisurely stride, trying to decide what he wanted for dinner. However, upon arriving at the kitchen, he was brought to a halt by the sight of an absolute mess in front of him.
The counters were covered in various bowls, filled with the residue of countless foods. Flour seemed to have been scattered around the place as though someone had been attempting to imitate a snowstorm. And there, standing next to a counter near the stove, stood a particular black haired girl who Karl had no desire to think about at the moment. Dough surrounded the counter near her, with a few bowls near her.
"Fleskepanne..." Karl muttered, before his indignation flared. "What are you doing to my kitchen?!"
"Fleskepanne" - "Meathead" (Norwegian)