Alara walks amongst the mortals, something she hasn't truly done for some time. Well, since arriving upon this world, it's been nothing but mortals. A change from the cosmos of Celestials and Daeva that she's been calling home for the longest.
The souls of this place, of the "Vault," are restless spirits. Some of them are here following their families. Some come from the surface. Some have followed comrades, saviors. Some have even died here, underground, people who may have entered wounded and not been able to be healed. But none of them are content.
She supposes that is why they linger.
She is a goddess, the Goddess of Undeath. But here upon this plane, she was called the goddess of death instead, a distinction she was still trying to wrap her head around. Ka-Zen had been the God of Death she had known. But he did not judge souls - he simply killed.
As she walks through the hallways, the souls begin to follow her. She has a train of them so thick that even the uninitiated mortals can begin to see them. Pale blue ghosts, following this somber teenage girl in a black dress and boots... and flaming blue halo.
She pauses, then, turning to whoever is closest. Well, the closest mortal - no use in speaking with the souls yet. "Which way is it to the Underworld, do you suppose?"
[ II. When You're Land-Bound, Better Drink ]
Alara makes her entrance in a rather... fun way, by floating in through a wall like a ghost. Which she kind of is. Or was? It's a bit hard to place, honestly.
Floats right in through a wall, and then takes a seat at the bar.
"I've never had a drink before," she admits, "but I'm curious. And I feel like I deserve one. So please, if you would, a mug of your finest." And as a mug is reluctantly handed over (she does look nebulously mid-teens,) she takes a huge swig right off the bat.
She doesn't react like most girls to their first taste of alcohol. She simply lowers her mug and considers the experience. ".........I don't get it."
[ III. Messaging ]
[ And, over the network- a video ]
I see, so this is like a "phone."
But where are the "emotes," and the "cat videos?" Quite curious. Death Comes Only To Those Who Invite It was quite fond of the "cat memes" I shared in my last foray into this type of communication.
Ah, right, introduction. Hello. I am Alara, or K'Alara, Goddess of Undeath and Eternity. I suppose I now also govern the dead in this world? I did not receive a guide in what to do, so I shall be "winging it" as my father would say.
My powers seem to be very muted here, but I shall endeavor to assist as much as possible.
Are there any cats around?
[ IV. Wildcard? ]
Find Alara walking around, mostly in the Vault for now. You might find her contemplating the meaning of (un)life, speaking to the dead, speaking to cats, taking selfies, or attempting to spruce the place up (by making it look more spooky... but like, Halloween-decor level spooky.) To varying degrees of success.
Alara | OC (OU) | Goddess of Death (candidate)
Alara walks amongst the mortals, something she hasn't truly done for some time. Well, since arriving upon this world, it's been nothing but mortals. A change from the cosmos of Celestials and Daeva that she's been calling home for the longest.
The souls of this place, of the "Vault," are restless spirits. Some of them are here following their families. Some come from the surface. Some have followed comrades, saviors. Some have even died here, underground, people who may have entered wounded and not been able to be healed. But none of them are content.
She supposes that is why they linger.
She is a goddess, the Goddess of Undeath. But here upon this plane, she was called the goddess of death instead, a distinction she was still trying to wrap her head around. Ka-Zen had been the God of Death she had known. But he did not judge souls - he simply killed.
As she walks through the hallways, the souls begin to follow her. She has a train of them so thick that even the uninitiated mortals can begin to see them. Pale blue ghosts, following this somber teenage girl in a black dress and boots... and flaming blue halo.
She pauses, then, turning to whoever is closest. Well, the closest mortal - no use in speaking with the souls yet. "Which way is it to the Underworld, do you suppose?"
[ II. When You're Land-Bound, Better Drink ]
Alara makes her entrance in a rather... fun way, by floating in through a wall like a ghost. Which she kind of is. Or was? It's a bit hard to place, honestly.
Floats right in through a wall, and then takes a seat at the bar.
"I've never had a drink before," she admits, "but I'm curious. And I feel like I deserve one. So please, if you would, a mug of your finest." And as a mug is reluctantly handed over (she does look nebulously mid-teens,) she takes a huge swig right off the bat.
She doesn't react like most girls to their first taste of alcohol. She simply lowers her mug and considers the experience. ".........I don't get it."
[ III. Messaging ]
[ And, over the network- a video ]
I see, so this is like a "phone."
But where are the "emotes," and the "cat videos?" Quite curious. Death Comes Only To Those Who Invite It was quite fond of the "cat memes" I shared in my last foray into this type of communication.
Ah, right, introduction. Hello. I am Alara, or K'Alara, Goddess of Undeath and Eternity. I suppose I now also govern the dead in this world? I did not receive a guide in what to do, so I shall be "winging it" as my father would say.
My powers seem to be very muted here, but I shall endeavor to assist as much as possible.
Are there any cats around?
[ IV. Wildcard? ]
Find Alara walking around, mostly in the Vault for now. You might find her contemplating the meaning of (un)life, speaking to the dead, speaking to cats, taking selfies, or attempting to spruce the place up (by making it look more spooky... but like, Halloween-decor level spooky.) To varying degrees of success.
Somebody tell her to stop that last one, please.