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| Wicked | October 21, 2011, 8:42 pm Post #51 |
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The Derp Queen
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She was already regretting her decision to play along immensely. A sudden wave of nausea swept over her as a crowd developed about the two of them, drunkards and cackling old men falling into step with what seemed to be a natural occurrence: story-telling. She wanted to regurgitate whatever was still left within the pit of her stomach at the sight of them all so close to her, at the smell of them. Her fingers subtly twitched, an urgency to inflict harm making itself known as her blood boiled so much like her father’s had when he was alive. Her passion and short fuse could be blamed on her genes and, at the moment, she cursed to the high heavens her father’s hereditary trait. Why couldn’t she ever get a grip on her nerves? Thankfully, she wasn’t turning red just yet. Soon, though, Žiar’s complexion would become irritated from annoyance at her current situation. Why on earth had she bothered playing along with this benign man? His apparent disinterest in causing any harm to her for being a stranger made her sick to her stomach, more so than she already was from her company, and irritated her to no end. Žiar did not take kindly to kindness. It was a weak trait to have, one that assassins were trained to lose or die trying. She preferred when others were cold and callous or raging in anger, much like her. It was easier to pick a fight with them. He, though, would do no such thing. She wanted to choke him, along with every other grinning fool that sat around her as if they were all best mates. Žiar pressed her lips against a scowl and forced it into a small, quaint smile as the proprietor began his tall tale, instantly reeling in the others’ attention, though she was less enthusiastic. Her mind wandered off, contemplating how fast she could snap the necks of the men that were, not so subtly breathing down her neck repulsively. She forced her fingers to still as they itched to tap impatiently against the wooden surface of the bar she sat at and, instead, forced them onto her lap to keep them from doing anything they’d naught. Žiar practically wrung her own hands against the hunger to smack the storyteller before her straight across that moving mouth of his. When in bloody hell’s name would this stupid tale end? She was slowly beginning to slouch, a nasty habit her mother had scowled at constantly whenever in Žiar’s presence. The Ice Queen disapproved of Žiar’s father-like mannerisms, which would arise whenever the Maresian woman was bored or unnerved. Her left elbow supported itself on the bar, her head falling onto her hand as it held it above the dangerous depths of sleep, which cooed to her to finally give in. She fought against it with determination, vowing to “hearing” this story ‘til it’s end since she really had no choice. Žiar had to at least look interested but she couldn’t help the glazed look that came over her eyes as she watched him speak endlessly. It was only when he mentioned the hidden goblet, the contents of which interested Žiar more than she dared to admit aloud. “He said, some nights like tonight when the clouds are all gone and the starlight shines, you can see a dim outline upon the foundations of the mill. He reckoned it was where the thing was hid.” Bullocks. This was a story made up by bored drunks much like that of the dragons still being in existence, wasn’t it? But then, there was now the forming speculation that at least one dragon did exist, if Žiar was being completely honest with herself. So many people wouldn’t chase after a delusion, she was sure. As much as she’d like to think that most people were the scum of the earth with no more brains that a speck of dirt, she knew there had to be a reason so many were passing through this forsaken town in the middle of nowhere. And, if that tall tale was true… She couldn’t let herself get too hopeful. Hope was a damn’d sickness that infected the mind. She needed to be rational. But, that seemed to go out the door as well when the young man turned to her and mentioned the elves she had been so interested in beforehand. Žiar tried hard to keep all sparks of intrigue from her face but an eyebrow still slowly rose at his leak of information. And, of course, they would be near the rumored hiding spot of that darling little goblet; But, that was another adventure she would not set about just yet. She had a mission at hand and no detours were to be taken. “Why, I think you’ve helped me out enough for tonight,” her cool voice responded as a small group of young men celebrating a lad’s confession of love earlier that day ordered the proprietor to serve them “the best you’ve got!” with laughs and cheers as they slapped the back of a blushing male, who looked young enough to still be an adolescent. With that, Žiar slipped away from the bar and was gone. |
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| Enja | October 26, 2011, 3:56 pm Post #52 |
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VIBRATIONS SO GOOD LIKE A SUNKIST!
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Saleos paid very little attention to what Denth had to say, but he did notice the girl in the shadows say sorry “well it matters not”. He stood up and walked over to a near by tree to sit against it “ Guess this day is over with. If you don’t mind me sleeping here till the sun rises, then by dawn I’ll be on my way” he spoke as he let out a yawn. Saleos felt that this was an odd group of people, but most of all not his kind of people to travel with. He never cared much for elf’s and as for the one that keeps hiding, he had no clue of what to think of her. The the thought of the man Denth came to his mind. From the start he could tell something was up with him, almost as if he had a feeling he wasn’t telling him the truth about why him and that Rafti are out there. “I wonder what they are really out here for? I know it’s not what he said” he spoke to himself. Saleos really only wanted to find a dragon, but he had a feeling that these two could lead him to something good. He wasn’t to sure what but he knew it could be something. Crossing both of his legs and laying his Ax across his lap, Saleos placed his hands on his legs and slowly clossed his eye’s as he sat straight up. He normally slept like this to be ready for anything, he never was a heavy sleeper. Most of the time he just took cat naps instead of deep sleeps. Sitting there he slowly drifted away into his thoughts without worrying if he was going to sleep a little too early. |
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| Juicesir | November 14, 2011, 4:50 am Post #53 |
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Sexy Shoeless God of Something
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"The elf says to rest calmly, Rafti. I do not think they mean us harm," Denth consoled. "We have quite the day ahead of us, so let us all rest until then." Darkness fell over the little mountain pass, the shades of night cradling it within the folds of sleep. All of the land's creatures were at ease, letting the activity of night begin, and letting their rest consume their every being. The night passed over the world of a little kept steady in a mine nearby. The earth above was blanketed in night, but still the little mountain hole remained untouched. Within the hole, this cradle of imprisonment, slept two creatures through the night: a dragon and a girl. The dragon did not rest. Dragons rarely do for short periods of time. Instead, the great creature used the time to think of what the girl had mentioned, on what the implications could be, and on what they would need to do when the time came for them to once again be free. Captivity was not something a dragon well adjusted to, yet this one had little else to console it. The situation would have to be accepted for what it was. The dragon eventually opened the heavy eyes and gazed upon the little human. "Aethremanine srum y'dolin." The words were of an ancient language, a quiet whisper which thrummed through the cave as the human slept. The dragon wondered about the earth, the age, the times they lived in. In its mind it retracted to the farthest view it could obtain of this thing called existence, and it sat, and it saw it in its entirity. "D'voyarm s'aethreman..." And the night continued. Finally there came a time when the girl's eyes opened to the sense of morning which must surely now pervade the land. The dragon greeted this action with what could be approximated as a smile, still difficult through the muzzle. "Did you find your rest to be well, little one?" "Aye, taking into consideration that the ground of this cell is most unforgiving." groaned the girl, standing up slowly and groggily. Stretching out her arms, she let out a rather large yawn. "Just wish they'd let us out already. Somehow I feel like they're only putting themselves in more danger by keeping us locked up." Her back made a cracking sound as she twisted around. "Ah.. Much better." "And what of your rest? Do you think we'll make it out of here on our own..?" "Nothing occurs of its own, child," the dragon mused playfully. "We will either be helped by their lack of guard or hubris or we will find others who will come to free me. The likelihood of the first is rarer, as is our remaining safety in this region. I feel that it will not be much longer before we are..." the dragon stopped suddenly, it's eyes going to slits. It seemed suddenly very on edge and very still. Seeing the dragon - of all things - tense up with a look of concentration on his face, the girl couldn't help but fret that he was right about their safety. It seemed that the elves were just about ready to come for them and both the knowledge and revenge they so seeked. "What is it..?" She whispered quietly, hoping that she wasn't about to break his concentration. "What do you see?" Looking around the cave, the girl attempted to look for any sign on intrusion or point of entry that she'd missed. Finding nothing, she looked back up at the dragon with concern creasing her brows. A gentle board of wood descended from the small hole. Four elves stood at each of its corners, and in the center as if hovering of its own accord was a strange sight. Taller than the four elves, it stood shimmering in the center, floating just inches above the plank of wood it seemingly did not rest upon but still descended with. A foot in diameter, it was a floating shaft of pure light that illuminated the whole cavern. The dragon cowered further in a corner. The board hit the bottom of the cavern, and the four elves set to work. Two of them began unfastening the dragon's chains from the wall, while the other two approached the cage of the girl and opened it. They pointed spears at her and motioned with a gentle gesture of the hand to approach the shimmering oblong sphere of light. The girl watched with a small sense of fear as the elves descended, concerned slightly by the Dragon's actions upon seeing the well lit object. If this Dragon - who despite his predicament probably still had fight a whole lot of fight in him - was cowering away from it, what hope did she as a mere human have against it..? As her cage was opened, she couldn't help but feel exactly as she had before while those spears were pointed at her. A little voice in her head told her that fighting back was plausible, but she shut it away quickly before her sister could grab hold of the opportunity. Hesitantly, she was ushered towards the light. "Revered and Glorious Dragon, what will they do to me..?" She asked quietly, fearful tears slowly welling up in her eyes. Was this the end..? "They are taking transporting us for study." The voice was not said aloud, but instead heard within the girl's own mind. The dragon appeared to be a creature wounded, slightly refusing to move within the bounds of reason. The elves had to force movement with spear, which the dragon groaned out at. The voice in the girl's mind, however, was as calm as she remembered, a cool breeze, a reassurance. "This, little one, is our chance for freedom. If they underestimate us they will be caught off guard, hence my act. Keep calm and proceed to the portal. Once outside, we may have a chance to plot our escape." The girl followed the dragon’s orders and slowed her breathing. Getting all panicky wasn’t going to help the situation anyway. If all they had to do was act worried until the time came for them to escape, then surely she could handle that. The light drew closer, and though the girl understood it probably wasn’t going to hurt her, the sheer sight of it sent chills up her spine. “Right, Freedom. This whole captive thing has been done before, and quite frankly I’m not so inclined as to do such a thing again.” Her thoughts were transmitted right back to the dragon, realising that actual communication was probably a bad idea from then on. She twitched as one of the elves poked her with his spear, bringing her right out of her lapse in concentration. “The sooner we’re free the better.” Her insides growled fiercely - the other was waiting just as eagerly as her sister was for that time to come. |
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| Jei Ai | November 15, 2011, 9:40 am Post #54 |
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Fingers of light reached out gently to brush the sleep from Sa’ritae’s glorious face. No longer eerie with moonlight, but glowing with the full golden radiance of a true Summer, the Elf slowly opened her gentle eyes and smiled at the dawn. “Greetings, my lord Sun. Is it Day already?” Shifting her head slightly, Sa’ritae gave a quick glance to her sides. Littered about the camp were the sound and fallen bodies of her travelling companions; it appeared, she and the sun were first to wake. Moving a soft hand to the earth beside her head, she pushed herself up silently, not hoping to wake the others. Sitting up she stretched, reaching her fingers to the sky and breathing in the smiling beams of the sun she loved so dearly. She arced her back a moment, before relaxing her body once more. “Today I find my cousins…” She whispered softly, telling her secret to the good Sun. “Today they will lead me to a fallen King…” A rumbling snore from the throat of a nearby sleeper caused a tiny giggle to cross Sa’ritae’s pink lips. Sweeping her hair across her shoulder with a flick, the Summer Elf found her footing and rose slowly, stretching her legs as she did. A small inward rumble in her stomach signalled her hunger. Sadly she had brought no food and she glanced about the camp without luck. Looking back up to the sun, she smiled regardless. “I guess your warmth will have to do me for now, my lord!” Silent on her feet – as all Elves are – and being careful not to tread on any of her companions, Sa’ritae tip-toed across to the embers of the fire that had been reduced to a dull glow. Quietly, she knelt, placing a hand over the dying flames and whispering tender, caring words quietly to the ashes, she coaxed a small flame beneath her palm. Quickly feeding some kindling to the tiny fire, she nursed it back to life, and smiled at her small efforts to help the camp. Nearby movement startled Sa’ritae, who looked up to see the creature Rafti twitch slightly in his sleep. Summer Elves were an underestimated sort. They bore no mighty skills with the axe or the sword. Their magic was an unusual, unrecognised and misunderstood science. They drew no blood with their weapons. Their race inspired no fear in the weak hearts of men. They were not champions, warriors or sorcerers. But they knew that everyone played their part in the balance of the world. Summer’s did not kill. But that did not mean they did nothing. Watching the happily burning flames, Sa’ritae knew in her heart that Summers were important; they were not simple flowers to admire, decorations for the dying world. They served a purpose, if only you were good and kind enough to bare their gentle gifts. “They will need me one day,” Sa’ritae whispered down to the tiny flames, a small smile on her lips. “They won’t know they do, and they won’t thank me, for they will know not what I do for them.” Raising her glorious face to the sky, the Elf closed her eyes and embraced the warmth of the sun. “But I will help them nonetheless.” Subtly, so subtle no creature would have noticed, Sa’ritae’s ears twitched towards the unexplored mountains. A monstrous sound that chilled the blood barely drifted into the ears of the Elf, whose unrivalled hearing had caught the sound on the wind. Pain, great pain lingered in the sound, and though it ended not long after it had begun, the commotion of the sound stuck in Sa’ritae’s mind, interfering with the silence of the camp. No frown creased her brow, but a certain seriousness came over the Summer as her jaw clenched, her eyes following the sound as it drifted far away. What creature had that been? It was undecipherable; so quiet and so distant was the noise. Was it her cousins, the Autumns? Was it some poor creature they were concocting their latest sciences on? Was it simply the cry of prey being caught for morning’s meal? Or was it a King…? Shaking her head at the ridiculous notion, Sa’ritae settled herself neatly beside the fire, watching the flames and waiting for her companions to rise. “Perhaps it was the great cries of a dying world…” |
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| Blue | November 15, 2011, 2:10 pm Post #55 |
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The Token Australian
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The Autumn Elf was surprisingly rough with his test subjects, prodding and poking the girl with his sharp spears in the plight to move her forward and into the pillar of light. Adantiel could feel each painful jab of the spearhead in her back as he pushed her forward. The rest of the Elves watched her with dark, examining eyes. She felt dirty, like they weren’t just looking at her out of curiosity. Another growl left her lips as the feeling of disgust seeped from her every pore. In her head, a familiar voice rang out, almost stopping her dead with surprise. Don’t struggle, Sister. Wait until we’re out - I have something planned for them. This was new… She’d never been able to hear Dantilae inside her head before. Usually she would just… Well, take over. Was their connection as siblings growing stronger, or was her sister trying to steal her body out from under her? The answer wasn’t crucial to the moment, but more and more the girl wondered just how much of her mind was actually her own. Regardless however, she moved on. The light was just touching upon her face now; all she could see was a flaring, white aura. The Elf with the spear spoke up momentarily, finally addressing – and thankfully, in Kamarasi - that he had indeed completely ignored his captive as far as basic verbal interaction had gone. “Intae et Lihtus, Ildarian.” He groaned, clearly tired of his job. It appeared as though he just wanted to get down to business as quickly as possible. Adantiel took in a deep breath and immersed herself in the radiance, ready to face whatever would come her way. Or rather, their way. Truly, it was the Elves that needed to be prepared. The sense of warmth that she’d felt in the dragon’s presence had left her in an instance, replaced only by a cold, jarring feeling in her chest. She dared not breathe in for those few moments; for she truly believed that it would steal her breath away and leave her lifeless, as though the elves had always planned to kill her for trying to steal away their prized catch. They disgusted her with their desire to hold the dragon captive for research. In her eyes, they were no better than the Bordrosians that had sent a similar creature mad, and then enslaved her. The Dragons had never been destined to be slaves or test subjects; and neither title suited them. They’d been Fated to rule the skies, the lands below and all life that thrived therein. What the Elves – no, the World – wanted for them was disgraceful. And Adantiel’s only intention for them? Freedom. Suddenly the white vanished, and she found herself staring out into the open air and the sizable forest which separated the mountains from the town of Babbock. The view was spectacular, and her archer eyes could see the world spanning out below her. If she weren’t in such a dire situation, she knew she could’ve stared out into the horizon for hours. The Elves however, had other plans. Almost immediately, the serenity of the moment disappeared just as it had arrived. All it took was for that one unhappy little elf laying a hand on the girl’s shoulder for her calm to be broken. She would not let them take her away from this. Dantilae began to speak to her sister again as she began her takeover. And for the first time, Adantiel just relaxed and let things happen. I’ll never go back to being bound to service of any kind. I don’t think any of them quite understand just how far I would go to keep from becoming someone else’s plaything again. And… despite the fact that we’re in the one body… “I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you be taken either.” A wicked smile curled up onto the alter’s lips as she completed the sentence aloud. Free once again in flesh and bone. The poor Elf didn’t have time to think when she spun around and made her fist connect with his jaw. And not long after that moment he wasn’t thinking about anything at all, having resigned to complete unconsciousness. The group of Elves that had awaited their arrival had quite the look of surprise on their faces; they’d expected their captive to be a little more... cooperative. But this concept was lost on Dantilae. The way she saw it; they were the enemy, attempting to force her back into hard labour or some other horrible, unhappy life where she would be used until no longer useable. I’ll have to kill them all. We need to get out of here, and we need to bring that Dragon with us.” Her thoughts lingered back for a moment about their conversation, and all the knowledge that she would be privy to once they were well and truly clear of this mess. Her drive to save the Greater Creature pushed her forward, deep cuts and bruises permitting. On a crate to her left sat her equipment, down to the girls’ Darima-encrusted bow and both of their quivers, still full of arrows. Dantilae charged forward in the shock of the moment, whilst the Elves were still statically trying to figure out just what the heck was going on. Diving for her weapons, she was only able to grab her sword before one finally charged towards her with his own. With a lucky swing and a swift foot, she was able to parry the oncoming thrust in the nick of time. “My turn!” she hissed, using her free hand to punch the guard square in his dark, tanned nose. He staggered back quite a few steps, and as he checked his nose for blood, the rest of them followed suit. They’d nearly lost their first prize because of this girl, they weren’t about to let their second one go so easy. Without another word, Dantilae grabbed her things and charged off down the mountain trail. She knew that leaving Alamandaneristhis behind wasn’t a good idea, and she knew for a fact that she’d be back for him in no more than a few hours. But for now, she needed to prepare herself. It was truer than anything that if she could just get to the forest, the Elves wouldn’t know what hit them. Her ranger abilities would certainly come in handy, regardless of not knowing this particular forest off by heart. But this was irrelevant. There wasn’t time to be wasting on a lack of confidence. No, there was only time for saving a well deserving Dragon. As Dantilae sprinted away from her pursuers and looped her quivers into place, she wondered whether there were others who shared her desire for freedom amongst all living things… Turning back for the last time to see if she was still being followed, the girl suddenly found her personal space invaded by something slightly smaller - and yet somehow sturdier - than her. It was no tree or rock; that kind of impact certainly would've hurt much more. No, this thing was soft-ish and fleshy. Dantilae's mind suddenly snapped to attention at the presence of another person. As she backed up her eyes caught sight of a woman - distinctly human - standing before her. The cogs hadn't started turning as far as the stranger's nationality had gone; and probably for the better in that case. Regardless of who she was, and what she was cursing in, Dantilae spoke up immediately. "Move it unless you want to be a test subject for the rest of your days, woman." The girl was in no mood to be polite today... OOC
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| Vanity&Ecstasy | November 15, 2011, 4:37 pm Post #56 |
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The night, after Rafti's little reaction to the Summer Elf's little trick, was fairly normal. Rafti stayed awake for several more hours watching the perimeter like he said he would. It was slightly odd how normal the forest was, no animal dared come closer than the highest tree branch, the gleam of small eyes reflecting the light from the fire gave away the position of any that attempted to draw closer from the smell of the fire. Whatever the case might have been the night was safe and after another hour of watching the people that had joined him Rafti drifted off to sleep. His dreams were plagued by strangers he didn't know, they scorned him for what he had done and what he had become. As Rafti battled his dreams his body slowly began to fight with him leading to an involuntary twitch causing him to hit his head against a nearby tree trunk and stirring him awake. Quickly raising a hand to the back of his head Rafti checked to make sure he somehow didn't manage to break the skin. Instead of blood though was the smooth surface his body produced on instinct, it was quite something to be able to have your body protect itself from danger even when the mind wasn't wholly aware of what danger was coming. Slowly the shield of crystal began to recede and was replaced by the hair it had taken the place of. Sitting himself up Rafti looked around the camp, seeing only one person awake Rafti sat silently, watching as the glowing elf began to kindle the fire with new life. It was quite the site to see, she had done absolutely nothing in the beginning but whisper to the fire and exude the strange feeling once again. The feeling was something strange to Rafti, he could feel it touching everything around him but to him it was nothing more than a temperature shift. 'Maybe she is able to freely control the temperature around her. Never heard of an elf like that. Still, possibility,' he thought watching her and hearing the sudden outburst from the elf's stomach. Standing up Rafti grabbed his blade and making sure the Elf noticed him made a motion along the lines of eating. Then pointing at himself he pointed to the forest. It was hard crossing a language barrier with just hand signs and when your translator was still happily sleeping like a baby. If Rafti's message had come across though that was all that mattered. Taking a few quiet steps from camp Rafti began scavenging for whatever food he might find, berries were aplenty in the brush of the forest and though some were not yet ripe there were plenty around that were that would satisfy a small group's morning hunger. Among other things he had come across were a few more edible plants and mushrooms that if eaten in high doses were hallucinogens and paralytics. Despite that if Rafti had Denth warn the others about making sure to eat low amounts of the mushrooms there would be no issue. With a sack full of food on his back Rafti returned to the camp. Opening the bag of spoils Rafti picked out a handful of berries and plants before returning to the spot he had managed to fall asleep at. Slowly the man began to eat the small bounty in his hand feeling the bitter-sweet juices of the berries slipping into his stomach and causing his body to slowly create the energy he would need for the day. |
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| Dream | November 16, 2011, 8:11 pm Post #57 |
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For Ri, sleeping was always strange. Unlike most, she never dreamed. Instead, she basically looked in on the dreams of whoever was around her. That was one of the main reasons she never liked to sleep in groups. That night was interesting, but she didn't much understand what had been going on. She had ventured into one of her companions dreams, that much was certain. What was going on it it, however, was a completely different story. While she could comprehend the basics of it, the dream people were speaking in Lowric, which made it that much more difficult for her to understand. Though, she didn't really WANT to understand it. She didn't like the way she automatically invaded people's dreams. She just did. After a moment, Ri looked around just in time to see the one man return, bringing with him some food. Not really needing to eat, she simply nodded in his direction. She then turned her head, and noticed that the Summer Elf was also awake. The former Star Elf walked over to the other elf, and shivered. Being so close to the fire was strange for her. What was more strange, however, was that she couldn't feel the warmth. "I hope you slept well." she said, standing beside Sa'ritae. She then glanced at the man who was now snacking on some berries. She looked at him for a moment, trying to figure out how to speak some sort of greeting. She took a step toward him, "Greeting" She said hesitantly. She knew that talking to him would be difficult, but she wasn't going to be completely rude. |
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I'll whisper in your ear, You are mine, and you will never have to be alone. And when I pull you near, You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone. So let me be the one to lift you up, I'll carry you home. 'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe, And to catch you when you fall. | |
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| Enja | November 20, 2011, 2:00 am Post #58 |
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The sun was finally up, the morning dew has finally settled in and Saleos finally awoke from his mild slumber. Slowly he opened up his eye’s, but kept his ears closed. He had no wishes to hear anything that was going on around him nor did he wish to move, but he knew that it was time to get up and do what he has to do and he has no clue what that was. With his eye sight still blurry, Saleos could only see the fire in front of him “what in the world is this?” he grabbed his Ax off of his lap and slowly stood up. He stretched his arms out while holding his Ax up in the air. He let out a loud roar as he always did when he first woke in the morning, it was like his burst of energy in the morning and it also helped him pop his ears so he could hear again. Saleos lowered his arms and also closed his mouth so he could stop being a bug catcher for the moment. He softly set his Ax down so he didn’t make another loud noise cause he had an odd feeling that everyone might be staring at him. Slowly standing back up he walked closer to the fire but not too close. It wasn’t until in the corner of his eye he noticed a summer elf. Saleos wasn’t the biggest fan of Elf’s but he wasn’t really the type to try and start a fight with someone that isn’t trying to fight him. As kind hearted and loving as he was he just felt that the elf men were pathetic and that they need to grow a pair. Of course he had no rights to be so unkind, but he almost couldn’t help himself so he kept his mouth shut. He wasn’t sure if this elf could understand him or not, but he didn’t care “this is going to be a fun little group… that is if I choose to stay with them” he spoke out loud not caring who heard him. Now even though his eye’s were set on the elf, Saleos didn’t forget about everyone else that was around him. He wasn’t used to hanging around so many people after traveling alone for so long. He stood there for a bit still with his gaze on the Elf but he soon lifted his head towards the sky so he could gaze upon the blazing red sun that slowly came out from it’s hiding spot. “This will be a truly beautiful day. One that’s in need of battle and lots of drinking!… been far too long sine I had a drink” in his words spoke the times he had to deal with of not having a decent meal let alone anything good to drink. At this time though he tried his best not to let it bother him, but he kept his gaze upon the crimson sun. Edited by Enja, November 20, 2011, 2:02 am.
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“Finally, you’re awake.” Shail spoke in Jasac, slipping from the shadows behind Ri’lirr. His presence would most likely startle those in the camp, but he was not worried. He could see everyone. He’d been watching them, watching them all closely. Sometime during the night however, something very strange happened. There was a moment where Shail seemed to have blacked out, as if he no longer existed. Something unexplainable had happened during that time. He would keep it to himself though, no one need know of this. “It would seem the two of you have trouble listening to me. Can I not trust you anymore, Ri’lirr?” His words fell softly near the girl’s ear as he leaned in from behind to speak. He raised his right hand from his side, and moved it to her neck, sliding it up through her wispy hair. It was as effective as touching smoke, but the affect was still present. “You did not wait for my return. You tipped them off to my presence. Do you not trust me, Ri’lirr?” His voice was low now, nearly growling it in Jasac. Shail was aware that he was now catching glances from the others in the camp. He hoped no one would be foolish enough to attack him. Had he wanted to, he could have killed them all in their sleep. But, he did not. He did not even leave them all behind, as he had originally intended. No, he remained at the camp. By now, he could have been several hours ahead of them, well on his way to the mines. But no, he needed these people. He needed them much as a wolf needed pray to survive. He was under no illusion that he was capable of entering the mines alone. He would need a distraction to enter them unnoticed. Now was not the time to be foolhardy. Shail looked to his side to Sa’ritae, and nodded, showing her that he acknowledged her presence. “Good morning.” He spoke, softly in Prithvayan. Not moving from behind Ri’lirr, Shail looked around the campsite once again. He did not wish to address anyone. He did not intend for something like this to happen. Alas, an introduction was needed. “Forgive my rudeness.” Shail spoke in Lowric this time. “I was separated from my traveling companions last night. It was late when I found this campsite, so I decided it was best to wait until the morning to show myself.” Shail did not like awkward introductions such as this, but the sooner he could resume his original plan with Ri’lirr and Sa’ritae, the better. All of this was needed to reduce suspicions. Looking around to everyone in the camp again, Shail nodded politely. “I assume you know the names of my companions, so I’ll introduce myself. My name is Shail.” He was unsure who all in the group would understand Lowric, but he hoped that if someone did not, another could translate. He trusted no one here, and the sooner all of this tense awkwardness had ended, the better. |
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| Jei Ai | November 21, 2011, 5:58 am Post #60 |
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Father dawn was stirring others from sleep at a rapid pace, and no doubt the smell of a freshly revived fire and twitches of general movement were pulling sleep from the camp’s eyes. Sa’ritae sat delicately perched upon a dry log beside the fire, watching the tiny flame she had birthed grow into a healthy glowing fire. The creature Rafti had already returned after waking to forage, and had dumped a sack unceremoniously near the camp centre. He now sat quietly, gulping his food with shifty eyes peering out from his rough and dirt-smeared face. Suspicion had faded slightly from the man, but his actions betrayed how uncomfortable he was within the group, particularly the foreign Summer Elf. Indeed Sa’ritae was well from her regions, and she stood out amidst the others like a sore thumb. It was understandable that they would be hesitant at first; these men were not all like the drunkards and gamblers from the Prancing Friar who’d journeyed to catch a glimpse and a feel for the Summer Elf’s radiance. These men were the roughly associated, avoided, the independent, shifty sort. They were no townsfolk. Over time, the beautiful Summer Elf hoped to win over their hearts and their trust, but for now, she could handle their subtle racism and reserved curiosity regarding her unusual presence. Offering a small smile, Sa’ritae met Rafti’s eyes and dipped her head slightly, speaking back with her body as he had done for her. She hoped her gratitude was received. Silent as the night and quieter than shadows, the timid Ri was suddenly by the Summer’s side. Not even her elf hearing had tipped her off to the murmuring sounds of passage as her noiseless companion had risen to join her. The fire seemed not to illuminate the petite girl, but rather be absorbed by her. Light evaded her, and not even Father Sun was managing to entirely ignite the darkness around the Shadeling’s face. Sa’ritae smiled warmly at her thusly present oldest companion, and directed a general wave of happiness towards the sad-faced girl. In part, it was for the benefit of her companion, who Sa’ritae hoped found some sort of long lost comfort or joy in the feeling. And in part, it was for herself, to nullify the depressing presence of the moon walker, and maintain the Summer that sparkled in her eyes. “I slept soundly and comfortably; it has been too long since I fell asleep with only the earth for a pillow and a blanket made of stars,” Her voice was musical even in prose, and she hesitated before asking politely in return. “Did you sleep… well?” She added the extra word to the end, not sure of the habits of Shadelings. Had Ri slept that night? Feeling wondrously out of her depth, Sa’ritae reached for the sack of berries, hoping her shadowy companion might share something knew that day. For after all, in return, Sa’ritae was required to share any and all news of the Elven kingdoms for the pleasures of her once Elven friend. If Sa’ritae had not known better, she might have feared that Rafti was attempting to kill half the camp with the assortment of berries and plants he had returned with. Only a small smile graced the face of the Svamanirii, whose knowledge of the forest was as unrivalled as any Summer or Spring Elf. Carefully prying through the collection, she began to filter out the more poisonous foods and separate the edible from the not so. Only high amounts of the poisonous election could kill, but Sa’ritae would rather remain free of toxin, and have her new companions do the same. She acted discreetly, hoping she would not offend Rafti as she pushed aside another Stingroot Cap in favour of a Gharn berry. Kindly, Sa’ritae did the same for Ri, unsure if the moon walker was able to digest food any longer. Regardless, she hoped the gesture would be taken for what it was; the Shadeling awoke today without her fellow shadow companion, and although she was among others, it would undoubtedly be lonely to be singled out. They both were now. Although unsure what region spawned Shadelings – if any indeed did – Sa’ritae understood that Ri, like herself, was incredibly different from the other men, and not just in gender. It was perhaps even a little daunting to be two women, so different, left alone with all these strange and wild men. Sa’ritae almost laughed away the thought. These were her companions for now. These men would lead her to her cousins, to the mines, and to a Fallen King. Trivial worries such as these were immaterial in comparison. As if on cue, the tall and chunky Saleos rose with a long roar and a series of animalistic grunts. He too, had not yet quite warmed to Sa’ritae, and indeed even ignored the tiny greetings of Ri. He grunted a sentence or two towards Sa’ritae in Lowric, which she sadly could not understand. The man did not scare the Summer, whose spirit seemed immeasurably unbreakable, and her heart far too open and kind to allow much negativity to be charged at another being. But his manner was enough to cause a slight discomfort to tickle at Sa’ritae. A general dislike for Elves was common amongst the wilder, gruffer folk, and she wondered if she might ever overcome such prejudices, as she hoped with Rafti. Knowing he would not understand, she replied gently and warmly towards the strange man who swung his axe about like a harmless toy when he moved. “The Sun smiles upon all, and today the sun smiles on you. And so will the Summer,” gathering some of the berries and plants in her soft hands, Sa’ritae offered the food to Saleos, an innocent smile still playing on her mouth. She left them on a smooth, round rock, showing with her hands as well as she could that the food was an offer for him to take. They say food is the way to a man’s heart; Sa’ritae hoped to discover the hypothesis was correct. Suddenly, words spoken in a language so smooth and yet so course fell upon Sa’ritae’s lips. They were almost silent, whispers, but no doubt even Rafti could have heard the gentle murmuring given the quiet of the forest. It was the language of the moon walkers; Sa’ritae had learnt enough to recognise the strange flowing tongue. And even more familiar was the voice. Spinning her head, the Summer’s hair swayed across to her other shoulder to allow her to look back clearly at Ri. Standing behind the Shadeling in almost a protective manner, a hand at her neck gently rising through her hair, and bathing in the same shadows that pulled in and murdered the light of the fire, was Shail. As if returning from beyond the grave, he stood with serious eyes watching the campsite for the inevitable confusion and hostility, all the while remaining by his original companion. A beaming smile lit up the face of the Summer, who rose softly and elegantly from her place beside the fire. Driven by impulse and emotion, rather than sense, the true Summer skipped forward, reaching out to embrace the returned Shail, to whom she had thought the worst had happened. He greeted her, and Sa’ritae moved forward on instinct with her arms outstretched. However she found no end to her hug, and her fingers may as well have passed through smoke for all the good she’d achieved. Behind the shadows of Ri, the Elf’s arm slipped right through the torso of the man, an icy cold sensation filling her exposed skin and fingertips as she did so. The golden aura that sat upon her flesh was captured, like the light from the fire, and for a moment her arm was as pale and regular as that of any human. She hesitated only a moment, before realising what she was doing and withdrawing her arm quickly. How must that have felt for Shail? If nothing could truly touch him, did this make him, and Ri, invincible? A smile brightened Sa’ritae’s lips at the wonderment of the Shadelings, whose quiet nature and scarcity kept their secrets hidden from all for so long. The Summer was filled with a certain sense of privilege to be experiencing the lives of the dead. Knowing nobody other than Shail and Ri would have seen what happened, Sa’ritae turned abruptly back to the campsite, unsure whether this particular magic was a secret the Shadeling couple wished to have kept. Knowing the campsite was a little rigid and did not welcome change, Sa’ritae remained just off to the side of the two Shadelings, offering her support through strength in numbers. Rapidly, she built up a soothing aura within the camp, drawing power from the heat of Father Sun to aid her. Unable to warm the campsite to Shail directly, the gorgeous Summer instead tried to at least maintain the calm, allowing people to process the newcomer as he introduced himself. Quietly, she sang a soft melody to herself, hoping the song would keep strong her magic. “The dead hath returned from the dead, For the shadow and summer he once led, So gather in arms young men and rejoice, No need to startle men; hear my voice, Lay down anger and sword; its the right choice, And welcome the stranger instead…” |
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| Dream | November 21, 2011, 8:34 pm Post #61 |
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Ri shrugged, looking at Sa'ritae. "I slept as well as expected." she stated noncommittally. She was still trying to figure out what she had experienced that night. Her abilities were still somewhat new to her, at least the aspects involving others. She wasn't around other people long enough to really fully understand them, but she was trying. She glanced up as one of the other men awoke with a roar. Ri'lirr then heard a familiar voice, and turned her head to see Shail. At his words, her normally sad face became even more so. She shivered slightly at the phantom touch. "You were nowhere to be found, Shail." she whispered, turning her body so she was facing him. "What else were we supposed to do...wait there until you showed up?" she took a small step toward him. "Of course I still trust you. Why would you think otherwise? You and I are alike, Shail. We are the only ones who understand each other." she was somewhat relieved to finally be able to talk to someone in Jasac. She had long since become used to speaking in the language, and was most comfortable doing so. The Shadeling put a hand on Shail's arm, a friendly gesture, trying to show him that she was glad he was there. She wasn't really good with words, but was hoping he would understand. She then looked at the others, still speaking to Shail. "I don't know who they are. Or what's going on. They don't seem to like me around. Especially that one." she pointed to Saleos, who had seemed not to like her much the night before. "Sa'ritae seems to be comfortable enough here, though I get the impression that she's comfortable around basically anyone. She is a Summer Elf, after all." she shrugged. |
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| Wicked | November 22, 2011, 2:31 am Post #62 |
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Cold, black eyes looked down at Žiar, piercing into her mind. She was analyzing the young assassin, calculating the chances of success, of failure. For a moment, Žiar was reminded eerily of her mother: the ice figure that chilled her innards and left her for dead, that made her strong, and that made her determined to do whatever it took to prove her mother wrong. Žiar was worthy of her status, and her pride roared to life as the wise woman before her scanned for weakness. Žiar was not weak. For all that she had endured, she was not going to fall from grace now. “If you should fail…” The smooth, lethal voice of the woman before her broke through Žiar’s thoughts, as if reading them. “I will succeed.” It was definitive. Her face was stoic, determined, and burning with an eternal fire. She would not fail. Žiar was incapable of such an action. This is what she’d thought as she’d walked away from the proprietor to rest in the small, but acceptable bedroom for the night. She was on guard even in sleep and only had her eyes closed for a measure of three hours before waking up to do as she needed to do. There wasn’t time to sleep more than a small while if what she’d heard was correct. She had a pass beyond the mines to search. Despite the impossibility of her mission, she felt the buzz of adrenaline wake her up before dawn and drive her away from the inn, from the small town that she would not miss. Her skirts hiked comfortably, Žiar began her travels with only the stars as her guide, the moon having slipped past the horizon in preparation for the sun’s arrival. A small glint of light warmed her back as she moved through the terrain, eyes adjusting swiftly to the darkness and her booted feet falling silent against the ground. She was utterly immersed into her element: the hunt. She was invigorated by the swift breeze, the silence, the complete isolation the early day gave her, the secret she held upon her chest that called out for the treasure she sought- the false treasure, the fool’s gold if you must. Žiar encouraged herself not to get into the specifics of what she sought after, knowing her realistic views would smash her prize- shambles on the ground. Yes, this dragon was the most unlikely thing she would stumble upon on her endeavors but she kept on, putting foot before foot, with that promise she’d vowed on that fateful day. She would not fail. She was to succeed at all cost and, for that, she needed to find a dragon. The sun began its ascent, embracing the sky with its bright existence- the bane of Žiar’s existence. She scowled, her eyes igniting with furious annoyance at its arrival. She preferred the moon’s seductive, exclusive nature. It brought within her peace that only briefly caressed Žiar’s moonlit skin. The sun, contrary to its sister, was harsh, burned, and came much too early for her liking. Žiar did her bidding through the night and early morning, when it was far easier to move about without being noticed. The sun glared and revealed everything, destroying Žiar’s much loved shadows. The mountain trail curved onward, slithering between the woods and rock. She kept her eyes forward, vigilant constantly, especially now that the sun was taking its turn in the sky. She would hate to run into another human being. The thought alone made her innards curl in distaste. No, despite her questions about the elf who’d stayed prior in the tavern, Žiar had no desire whatsoever to carry on any more interactions besides that between she and her mission. The ordeal last night, with all those drunkards about her, was enough to make her want to hurl up whatever food she’d managed to digest recently. “Let me be in solitude, if only to make up for my sacrifices,” she practically growled. Suddenly, the sound of falling footsteps hit Žiar’s sensitive ears and her eyes glinted. Who would be out here, away from the town? Her thoughts flashed back to the elf she’d inquired about and suddenly, she had no care to find out. Her disposition towards elves, especially like the one described to have frolicked about Babbock, was slightly south of dislike. Turning the sharp corner of the trail, the trees gave birth to the sight of another human rushing through as if chased by bloodthirsty Orc Bruisers. She was quick, to say the least, and before Žiar could manage to remove a blade to kill the manic barbarian racing towards her, the abomination crashed against her at lightening speed. A slew of curses flew from Žiar’s mouth in Ebat, more than adequate for the current situation. Hadn’t she demanded isolation only moments earlier? "Move it unless you want to be a test subject for the rest of your days, woman." And then, came the flames. They boiled just beneath the surface of Žiar’s skin, turning the skin beneath her clothes a luscious bloody red. Her frosty silver eyes flared darkly with rich blue embers licking at her core. However, in a flash, ice poured over her and cooled her mind, though not enough to keep her from discreetly withdrawing her dagger from it's sheath hugged lovingly against her knee. She pressed it to her side, disclosing it from view but keeping it in case the human became... more aggressive than already shown. "Be careful with that tone of voice. One might think you have a death wish," she coolly stated, eyeing the human before her with cold distaste, but otherwise calm. A test subject? What was this beast even rambling on about? Her eyes flickered from the human to the path that lay behind her. She was running from something... "What are you running from that you'd so rudely crash into me, here of all places?" Edited by Wicked, November 22, 2011, 3:07 am.
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| Blue | November 22, 2011, 4:36 am Post #63 |
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“I’ll use whatever tone I deem appropriate.” Dantilae growled fiercely, taking the bow from her back as the charging cries of the Autumn Elves resonated from the mountain’s base. On the upside, it appeared that they were no longer interested in keeping her for study. On the downside, things were about to get extremely busy soon. Her fellow human was keeping her for far too long, and quite frankly her patience quota had long been used up for the day. Sticking around and trying to explain to the overconfident bruiser just what the hell was happening not worth her time. “I may’ve upset some Autumn Elves, but this is none of your concern. Be on your way, brute. I’ve neither the time nor the patience to deal with you. You have three choices.” The girl raised her free hand and gestured to the side; the universal gesture for ‘stand aside’. “First choice; you can get the hell out of my way and let me make my escape like I’d initially planned. No one gets hurt, and only the Elves lose. Heck, you could probably even hold them off from me whilst I slip away, that’d be most helpful on your part. I mean hey, you look like the kind of girl that gets off on making grown men squeal…” The Ildarian smirked deviously. This option was, by far, Dantilae’s favourite choice. Getting on her way was of top priority. “Option number two…” The hand rose from her side once more and gestured back behind the archer’s head. “You can help me kill them all; which I’d planned to do later by myself after I’d recuperated and reorganised myself. Besides, they have something rather important back up on that mountain that I need to go back and get. But with a big, brutish, lady-man like you fighting beside me, we may just carve through them all right now if we took them by surprise. Their forces will be thinned out thanks to that thing on the mountain I told you about – at least half of them need to be guarding it. So… there’s always that.” This too, wasn’t a bad strategy, and discounting all of the insults that Dantilae had dealt out, it was even likely to work. The woman before her wasn’t tall or big, but incredibly toned, and judging by the weapons on her person, a knowledgeable fighter. Then Dantilae raised her crystal bow to her fellow woman, her free hand reaching for an arrow and priming it. “And finally…” she breathed as the Elves edged even closer. By the echoing roars and the sounds of footsteps, it appeared that they had no time left. “Option Three; you take an arrow through the skull and I step on your corpse as I escape. Your call, what’s it going to be, Butch? You have three seconds before I make the choice for you.” If only the Elves had given them that. At that moment, a single Autumn leapt out and in front of the both of them. Thanks to the moment of shock granted by the fact that there were now two targets, Dantilae had just enough time to turn around and take her shot. The arrow struck true, piercing and only partially exiting the male’s skull. In an instant, he was down. The girl’s insides shuddered with excitement, both she and Adantiel relishing in using their bow again. Even better was the feeling of finally striking back properly at those who’d attempted to steal their freedom away. ”No fair. I wanted the first kill.” Adantiel’s thought entered into the foreground of their shared mind. It surprised Dantilae greatly to hear her goodie-two shoes sister think such a thing, but welcomed it all the same with a laugh. ”Give me five more minutes and you can have your turn..” she replied with a wicked grin. It appeared they both now had full consciousness of the world around them, even when inside the mind. ”You know they’ll all very likely be dead by five minutes! Let me out, my body, my rules!” Adantiel yelled. Dantilae sighed, acknowledging with much hesitance that her sibling was right. ”Fine… Two minutes?” ”…You’d better make it count.” ”You’d better count on it…” “Made you’re choice yet, lady-man? I ain’t got all day!” growled the Alter, smirking at the play on the irony of the situation as she primed another arrow. |
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| Vanity&Ecstasy | November 24, 2011, 6:33 am Post #64 |
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As Rafti finished the last of his breakfast more and more people were beginning to wake up. The first to rise was the shadow woman, her name escaped him for he could not remember whether Denth had said her name last night or not. Leaning his head from side to side the traumatic night he had just went through with everyone coming out of the woodwork was enough to make a few things slip through his mind. She took to speaking to the shining elf that made Rafti so uncomfortable with the way her aura changed everything. Listening to the conversation Rafti could only make out an extremely small bit of what was said, that being the word for 'Sleep.' He had used it once before at an inn during his travel though his pronunciation was rather far from accurate. As the two continued to ramble Saleos awoke with a loud roar causing Rafti to flinch slightly from how loud the noise he was making so early in the morning. With a slight motion of his arm Rafti invited Saleos to partake of the small bounty he had gathered for breakfast and hopefully get the giant man to not make such a noise again until a more suitable hour. Even though Denth was the guide for Rafti it appeared that the exceptionally normal man had one drawback in his normality, he actually slept in. Though not exactly a long amount of time to sleep in and since there had been no set out time discussed Rafti assumed it would be okay. While Rafti was off in his world pondering what they might truly find when they arrived at the mine a shadowy figure slipped into the camp and attached, or at least from what Rafti could tell, to the other shadow figure. Acting on pure instinct Rafti's hand went to the hilt of his sword and stood up ready to defend himself. The creature's strange tongue sounded like disgusting whispers and the scratching noises one might associate with hallucinations from a fear producing mind. As the shadow continued to speak the whispering sounds turned to growls that almost sounded beastly. His sense of danger had not yet waned and the longer the shadow spent talking in the strange language the sooner Rafti would be unable to keep himself from attacking. Soon though the shadow began speaking in a familiar language, Lowric, and introduced itself as if nothing it had just done was important. Rafti may have been accepting of the two elves and the giant but this shadow man was bad news. "Strange. Careful. Suspicious," Rafti mutter releasing the hilt of his blade and leaning against the tree. Hopefully Denth would awaken soon so that they might get a move on and get this whole new stranger thing sorted out. |
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| Juicesir | November 24, 2011, 7:39 am Post #65 |
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"Yes, it seems we're making a lot of those type of friends recently." Denth arose quite suddenly and fully alert and awake as if he had always been that way. It was very abnormal and not at all gentle. "Still," he walked towards Shail, hand outstretched in greeting, "our party could use another hand. I fear we may need one after the poisons of Rafti's berries overtake his system." Denth strode about the campfire, making ready for a departure. The man was a force of normalcy, so normal in all his actions it spoke to a sort of unnaturalness that no person should legitimately be that normal. And yet there Denth stood, a paragon of placated existence. "We should move out," he spoke first in Lowric and second in Prithvayan. "Rafti will take lead with Shail, Ri, Sa’ritae in the middle with Saleos and myself in the rear. We should be wont of finding these elves soon." Suddenly, a great roar erupted across the mountainsides. Birds flew every which way, the forest seemed to shake with the immensity of the sound. It rocked the earth all the way to Babbock and cross the Southern Loftring it seemed. It was a cry of sheer pain and rage. Denth gave the group a look of mild bemusement. He reached down and drew his blade. "Shall we then?" |
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| Deleted User | November 24, 2011, 8:37 am Post #66 |
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Sa'ritae had rushed to greet Shail, and in an odd display of happiness, she attempted to embrace him. It was to no avail, and Shail was left with a strange sensation of warmth inside of his shadowy silhouette. He was certain that the experience would have been most odd for the warm summer elf to feel the cold grasp of his misty form. He could not think of words to say, but for a brief moment, he felt a bit of happiness trickle into his mind. As quickly as it had entered, it had disappeared with the elf backing out of the failed attempt of a hug. When she began to sing, Shail softly said "Thank you." in her language. Ri'lirr had then began to speak to Shail. He could sense the regret in Ri'lirr's words. Still, the decision to go into the camp during the night was a foolish one. These men could have killed the summer elf, perhaps had a way to hurt or enslave a Shadeling. They knew about the dragon, they were clearly not normal men. He shook his head lightly when she spoke of them being alike. It wasn't to disagree, just a bit of disbelief. "Try to be more cautious in the future." He spoke in Jasac. Glancing over to Sa'ritae, then back to Ri'lirr, "Don't let this one lead you astray. We have our own path, this one is with us for different reasons, though they may lead to the same place, she's not one of us." he added. The leader figure had suddenly risen, and went about as if nothing strange had happened. Shail found this man’s forwardness quite pleasing. He seemed to be a man that knew exactly what he wanted of others. He’d even been so kind as to offer a hand to Shail, a rare occurrence. Shail knew however, that returning it, would do no good. He gave a nod instead. With no ill intentions in the gesture, he contently went about listening to what the man had to say. He’s an odd one… Pairing up strangers that clearly do not fit together… Could it be his goal to cause unease amongst us? I’ll need to watch this one, he seems clever to say the least. For now however, I must deal with this… Rafti he speaks of. The wild one I would suppose. The man had assigned positions to each member of the group, and though Shail saw some faults in them, he ignored them for the time being. Nodding once more, he slowly approached the wilder looking man name Rafti. “You’re wise not to trust me. Only a fool would offer blind trust to a stranger. You are at least wise, if nothing else.” With those words in Lowric, Shail walked passed him, and began leaving the rest of the group behind, if only by a little. Shail had only ventured around twenty or so yards ahead, when all of the sudden, a thunderous roar sounded from the mountainside. It was a cry of agony and rage. Though Shail could not physically feel the tremors it seemed to send through the air, it jarred him mentally. The horrible sound echoed for several moments. Looking back, Shail could see that the man that had taken leadership had drawn his blade and held it at the ready. He said something to the group, but Shail did not hear it. Airing on the side of both commonsense and caution, Shail summoned his shadow sword, and held it at the ready as well. A dragon, an ancient beast rumored to be all but extinct, was close by. Its cry of pain and anger that something horrible was happening to it. Shail did not care to venture a guess as to what or who was causing it. This however meant only one thing. The cause of the great beast’s agony, should be ended. Whatever harm it brought to the creature, was only furthering the likelihood that it would be of no use to Shail. That could not be allowed The blade now in Shail’s shadowy grasp seemed to flicker and squirm with Shail’s discontent. Its shape quickly began to reflect Shail’s inner thoughts. His body became more jagged and rough in appearance, almost like tattered cloth. Gone was his soft smoky appearance, now a storm of quiet fury was building. He needed the beast alive. If it was to die, it would be by his own hand, not by the bony fingers of some arrogant elven bastard hiding beneath the earth like a coward. Looking back to the others, Shail waited to see what action they would take. Unsure of what he was to do, he questioned whether or not he should scout ahead alone, or wait for the “leader” to give an order. Shail was not one to take orders normally, but compliance was needed, at least for now. There was strength in numbers, and it would not benefit him to break from the group now. But it would not benefit any of them to simply wait much longer. |
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| Enja | November 24, 2011, 5:24 pm Post #67 |
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VIBRATIONS SO GOOD LIKE A SUNKIST!
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“Hmm the only thing I could make out was the sun….” he wasn’t really sure what the elf was saying and he was hoping she wasn’t trying to curse him. He just watched her slowly, but it wasn’t so much in suspicion as it was in awe. He noticed in her hand a few small berries, but that didn’t keep his attention much as did the beauty of the elf. The sun reflected off of her giving the elf an odd glow, this gave Saleos a better look at her. He heard many rumors of how beautiful elf’s normally are, but he never paid any mind to that since his first thought was to just simply walk away. This time was different for him, now he had to sit and pay attention to all around him. As she set the berries on a rock in front of Saleos he still didn’t look down. Once again his mouth was caught wide open and this time a fly flew right into the back of his throat forcing him to cough loudly. “what… in… the?” coughing in between his words “my mother always told me I had a big mouth… keep mouth closed”. Saleos looked down and ate the berries slowly, just because he felt attracted to the elf didn’t mean he didn’t have his suspicions. Just then another type of being entered the picture “what a motley crew… elf’s, something shadow, weird looking human boy, the only normal one would be that Denth” he spoke quietly to himself as he put one berry in his mouth at a time. Suddenly Saleos felt a chill down his spine as a loud roar erupted out of nowhere. Noticing Denth finally wake and at the same time hearing the roar of a creature that could be a dragon. “Now I like the sound of that!” Saleos quickly jumped up and grabbed his Ax. He heard what Denth had said about him being in the rear and Saleos had no objections to that one bit. He then quickly walked by everyone and grabbed his helmet by the horn, pulling it out of the ground. Slamming the butt of his Ax in the ground so that it would stand on it’s own, Saleos put on the big demon skull. He then pulled his Ax back out as his helmet was secured on his head, he raised it into the air as he roared “Alright! Lets move!”. Saleos swung his Ax onto his shoulder “I’ll slay this beast in the name of my Ancestors!” he grew excited as a child would with a new toy. He didn’t fear battle nor death, he loved the thought of sitting in the halls with his great Ancestors, that is if he is if his feats have met what they look for. |
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| Vanity&Ecstasy | November 24, 2011, 11:46 pm Post #68 |
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Thief of Hearts
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It was quite the surprise when Denth awoke and almost immediately responded to what Rafti had muttered. Further more it was strange that they thought Rafti was trying to poison them and in his defense he said, "Only poisonous in high doses. Enough there for maybe one person to be paralyzed for a few hours, but only if they consume it all." Rafti wasn't necessarily angry that they were concerned that he had brought some food that wasn't entirely safe, but he wasn't familiar with the territory and his knowledge of the local food was nothing more than what he had been told from fellow travelers. Watching the shade approach him, Rafti listened seriously to the man's words and even though they were complimenting him laced in were tones of contempt or possibly some other emotion Rafti couldn't make out. "Noted," he replied simply before turning to look at Denth as he explained the order in which they would travel. While it might have made sense to do things this way as far as combat strength might go it didn't exactly help actually making their way to the mine. Before Rafti could protest though the sounds of a dragon caught his attention and the mystical items on his person responded in kind with a slight vibration that shook Rafti's body gently. This had happened only once before, but there had been no true dragon nearby only a dragon broken by the humans that used its power as a weapon. 'Wonderful, maybe this can be over all the faster,' he thought his eyes widening in what appeared to be excitement. Taking a spot at the front of the line Rafti watched as Shail walked ahead slightly and taking a glance back at the others it re-occured to him that their positioning was off. Sure Rafti could vaguely follow the noise to the source but that could take quite some time, instead he decided to speak his mind about the problem they were facing. Raising a hand of protest Rafti said, "You tell me to lead but I don't actually know how to get where we're going. So unless you wish to point me in the right direction from back there you may wish to change the order." With that Rafti carefully walked in a generally direction from which the noise came but not at such a pace that he would lead them so far out of the way that it would take even longer to get to the mine. |
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| Dream | November 26, 2011, 3:40 am Post #69 |
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Mew?
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Ri looked around, not quite sure what to say. Now that Shail was back, she defaulted to his lead, turning to face him. "I know. No matter how much I may wish, I will never fit in with the other Elves." she nodded in confirmation. She observed the conversation going on around her, not quite understanding what was happening. "I don't like these people..." she muttered in Jasac, mostly to herself, though if he was paying attention, Shail could still hear her. "I don't like when they speak because i can't understand..." she trailed off, her thoughts continuing. The female shadeling made sure to stay beside her companion, her nervousness showing. "I'm staying with you." she stated, not sure what the man said the order was, but asserting her own opinion in anyway. She noticed that everyone was drawing their weapons, and panicked a little more. She slid further behind Shail, and put up a shield around the two of them. Was she overreacting? It was possible, but having been alone for the majority of her life, Ri hated being around a group of people as large as theirs. As she spent more time around Sa'ritae, Ri'lirr began to remember the other reason she secluded herself. As if being a Star Elf wasn't enough of a reason, whenever she was around the other elves, she was constantly reminded she was different. A perfect example was the summer elves. Sure, she appreciated all the elves for what they were, but there was only so much happy warm sunshine she could take. The girl was her ticket back into the world of her former people, however, so she wasn't completely against her. Not to mention that the shadeling herself was horribly torn between the two worlds. "What are they saying?" she asked Shail. Since he was back, she could rely on him to be a translator. She mentally chided herself for not paying more attention when he tried to teach her Lowric, really wishing she could communicate with them at that point. She found it nice, however, to be able to speak the language of the shadows again. It was strange to think that even though it was not her first language, it was the one she was most comfortable with. |
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I'll whisper in your ear, You are mine, and you will never have to be alone. And when I pull you near, You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone. So let me be the one to lift you up, I'll carry you home. 'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe, And to catch you when you fall. | |
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| Deleted User | November 26, 2011, 5:48 am Post #70 |
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Forgetting that the other Shadeling in the group did not speak fluent Lowric, Shail now found himself with a shadow in more than one sense. The girl had followed him to the front of the group, where she was not supposed to be. But then again, why did it matter where she was? It wasn't until the wild looking man named Rafti opposed the orders of the 'leader' that Shail himself began question it. "The leader there, ordered everyone in specific positions. Myself and the wild one there, were supposed to take the lead, while you, and Sa'ritae took the middle, and the leader and the barbarian took up the rear." Shail chuckled softly. "But, it seems the wild one does not agree with this. He's saying that the leader should be in the front, as he knows where to go." He shook his head. "Not that that matters though, I know where to go." Shail looked back at the wild man and the leader, then to Ri'lirr. "I don't blame you for not liking these people. I can't say I'm particularly fond of them myself." He rather enjoyed being able to speak in a language only one other person nearby could understand, Jasac gave the Shadelings a sense of freedom to speak without judgment or worry. "You do realize we don't need them? They're only slowing us down." His voice was different now. Though he spoke in Jasac, which normally sounded strangely frightening, it now was somehow smoother, more fluid and relaxing. "You're the only reason I came back earlier. I could be there by now. I could have traveled all night, and been there by the time you all woke." He chose his words wisely, putting the girl at ease, perhaps giving her the sense that he'd forgiven her for disobeying his orders the night before. Deciding to ignore the mans orders, he began to leave both Rafti and the others behind once more, walking in the direction of the beast's cry. If Ri'lirr was to follow him, as he thought she would, he would not bother making her go to the middle. After all, who was this man to suddenly order around strangers? Putting himself in the rear was a cowardly move in the first place. How much of a leader could someone like him be? Having these people around did slow them down, but at the same time, it also gave enemies targets. Distractions. Stealth was on both the Shadelings sides, especially combined. The two of them could easily sneak past most anyone, unnoticed. It might even be possible for the two of them to slip away now, while the others discussed the orders. They had powers that could easily work together to form quite a formidable foe. But what would option would benefit them? Sa’ritae was not the kind to harm someone, that much was obvious. However, the barbarian and the wild one seemed to be the type to kill. However, the intentions of the leader figure were unknown. He was a strange man, that warranted no trust. He was too understanding, too calm, too normal to be trust worthy. Shail was at a standstill on what to do. If he was to leave now, he would most definitely lose any trust with these strangers. Any advantage he’d have with them on his side would be lost. Perhaps there was another way. “Might I suggest we scout ahead?” He looked back to the leader, now speaking in Lowric. “My companion and I have certain… Traits that lend themselves to such tasks. It would be much safer if we were to go ahead. A quiet entry would be more suitable, don’t you think? If one would say, weaken their defense before being noticed, others would have a higher likelihood of getting in. If not, I‘d like to know why you have paired us the way you have, and what your plan is.” Shail was aware that what he said probably left others not quite comprehending what he was talking about. Shail knew something was different about this man. He knew exactly what was going on, he had too; but if he didn’t, then he would be of no use anyway. If that was the case, Shail would go about with his own plan. |
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| Jei Ai | November 26, 2011, 7:37 am Post #71 |
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Leadership had rallied the camp together in the form of Denth, the only entirely and completely normal creature to be found in this small group. It seemed Sa’ritae’s magic and song had soothed her fellows to Shail’s arrival, if only a little, and even Rafti had returned his weapon to its sheath. A gentle blush still painted upon her cheeks from the embarrassing yet exciting failed embrace with a Shadeling, Sa’ritae allowed those around her to organise the plans for the day. As long as they led her to the mine and her cousins, she didn’t lay much care upon how the goal was reached. Splitting the camp into three sets of pairs, the Summer Elf found herself paired with her moonlight opposite. The Summer and the moon walker would be travelling together to form the centre of the fellowship, while Rafti and Shail led, with Denth and Saleos in the rear. Smiling sweetly, Sa’ritae danced across to her new travelling twin, speaking in a fluent and musical Prithvayan. “The Moon and the Sun, They’re travels begun, With a dancing and whispering sway…” The silvery girl looked petite as ever, and beside the Summer Elf the night seemed to radiate from her as much as Father Sun seemed to glow from the latter’s skin. It was no surprise that the pair had been grouped together, and in the centre of the group nonetheless. To the others, the two slight, fragile-looking woman didn’t seem like much, and there was probably some doubt in the minds of the men as to the usefulness of such soft looking women. A smile playing on her lips at the thought, Sa’ritae wondered if the Shadeling had as many tricks up her sleeve as she had. The men busied themselves attempting to organise each other, but to no avail. Denth’s instructions were met by confusion in some parts and arrogance in others. Sa’ritae ceased her control over the emotions of the camp, growing tired of trying to mould emotions that were proving useless. Indeed, even Ri’lirr had stepped back towards her brethren, almost entirely hidden as the two shadows merged. The Summer was not used to such wariness, being loved by almost all she met for the glorious warmth and happiness she brought to a dying world that too often betrayed sadness and woe over all else. It seemed the power of her Kama Agduar was faulted. By what, Sa’ritae did not know, but the faintest formation of frustration developed in the pit of the Elf’s stomach. She did not understand why her usually effortless influence over the feelings and confidence of others was not working. Was life slipping from the earth? Had the Summer of time fallen to her cousins, on track for winter, and certain death? So soon… Sa’ritae’s harder than usual thoughts were reflected in her features. Although she remained soft and glowing, her smile was gone. The usual curled-up twist upon her lips was replaced by a delicate pink line that neither quivered nor turned. The Summer Elf no longer radiated the happiness she loved so dearly, as the weight of such a horror fell upon her shoulders. Surely, it could not be too late for the world… surely… Turning away from the timid Shadeling, Sa’ritae danced slowly and silently to where she had lain that night. Kneeling, she gently lifted her weapon from the ground, slinging her quiver across her shoulders and back in the process. The red-pink feathered arrows were deadly, and poisoned with a peculiar concoction unique to the Summer Elves. As the group prepared to set off, it seemed more and more likely that Sa’ritae would have to fire an arrow into her cousins; the emotions of the camp were high. Her bow, of course, was hand-crafted by Autumn Elves, and engraved with ancient Antiya knowledge; a constant reminder of her Summer heritage. The wood was flexible, but strong, and the bow’s lacquer seemed to glow a brilliant gold in the sunlight. Fitting the cherished weapon across her back, between her shoulder blades, Sa’ritae looked back up in time to watch the group as a thunderous roar rolled through the campsite like a wave. Gushing over all six companions, the sound was poisoned with pain and anger, and for the delicate ears of an Elf, the sound seemed to echo on and on in agony. Though not versed in the ancient language herself, it was all too clear to Sa’ri that the sound was the tongue of the fallen kings, rumbling across the mountain. “We’ve no fear to run, Onward for the fallen one, Co-ome, wha-at, ma-ay…” Weapons all around were drawn, and a greater urgency fell over the camp. Almost without realising, Sa’ritae had taken her bow back into her hands, already twitching in preparation for an arrow. She was not bulky, or able to take many blows. But she was fast, lithe, and light on her feet, with a deadly precision with her arrows. It was not what would be expected of the Elf, and she banked on that as part of her fight; she thrilled when the enemy underestimated her, which was almost always the case. Shail was growing cocky, and was hedging for himself and his new shadow to scout ahead and away from the group. It seemed unlikely he would return this time if both shadows fell out of sight. The lack of trust was disheartening, and once again Sa’ritae felt the pull of a broken world, filled with broken creatures and broken trust. The shady Rafti muttered about being unaware of where exactly he was supposed to lead the group, while Shail seemed entirely confident all of a sudden. Why had he not spoken of such knowledge before, at the Inn? If he had, then surely following and eventually meeting up with this other group had all been unnecessary, when given thought. Shail was not at all what he seemed, and perhaps not quite as reliable as Sa’ritae once hoped. But it was not Rafti or the Shadelings or even Denth that made Sa’ritae charge ahead. It was the brute. Saleos, with a wicked roar, pressed forward, axe in hand and radiating bloodlust. He grunted a great deal of Lowric that the Elf could not understand, but his actions were clear enough to her. Moving so outside of the character the group had grown accustomed to; so quickly; so silently, that none of the others – including her target – could have stopped her even if they had wanted so, Sa’ritae darted forward in a sprint, and with quick and nimble feet tripped Saleos as he moved, clipping his heels. Whether the gigantic man fell or not, was not of Sa’ritae’s concern. She had heard the call of the dragon – of a fallen king – in pain, and of all those present, it was the Summer Elf, she knew, that would hold the highest persuasion over her cousins, the Autumns. A great giggling laugh fell from Sa’ritae’s lips as her playful happiness returned to radiate gently from her once more, and she darted to the front of the group, knowing full well they might try to kill her after attacking Saleos, albeit lightly. Hands ready for an arrow, the Summer Elf ran into the forest, into the day, following the cry of the dragon that still rang out painfully in her mind. “Bring haste my words for whom I sing, Help is coming for you fallen king… Please be alive…” Edited by Jei Ai, November 26, 2011, 11:14 pm.
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| Wicked | November 27, 2011, 4:05 am Post #72 |
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The Derp Queen
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Her knuckles were white against the dagger at her side, her arm itching to fling the sharp weapon into the sickening beast’s throat- just to make it shut up. For a moment, Žiar didn’t know whether to snarl at the insults flung towards her person or applaud the vile thing in front of her for being so bold as to affront Žiar. In either case, the barbarian was quickly dropping hints that lead the assassin to believe that the human in front of her, despite how much she wanted to slit her throat, was better alive at the moment than dead. There was something of extreme value further ahead; not only was this thing trying to get to it, but also a league of Autumn Elves. It was enough to catch Žiar’s thinning interest. So, her suspicions were slowly being proven correct despite her own disbelief. If this person knew anything of the dragon, she would have to keep the human alive. She held back a sigh. What a bother. She was testing her though, putting up that wooden twig as a threat. She almost scoffed at the human’s atrocity. Instead, she tossed aside the insults, and the visual of that offending arrow pointed towards her, in order to get to the core of this imbecile’s warnings. It didn’t take long for Žiar to understand that the horde of elves was going to be descending upon the two of them soon. Despite the hatred that was born in her towards the other human, Žiar was invigorated by the chance to fight- especially when she saw that a battle was upon her with the arrival of a foolish Autumn Elf. “Made you’re choice yet, lady-man? I ain’t got all day!” Žiar smirked, her silver eyes aflame as she switched her dagger for her agile sword. “There is no choice, mongrel. I live for this,” she purred, eyes keen and narrowed in on the path that the now dead elf had sprung from, ready for the ambush that would soon be bleeding in a crumpled pile before her. She would kill them and, afterwards, kiss that blasted female’s neck with the tip of her dagger’s blade. Her smirk widened at the thought and, almost immediately, a swarm of elves came cascading from beyond the turn in the path. And, with that, she was gone. Žiar immersed herself in the wilderness about the attackers, fading into the scenery and silently making her way towards those that least expected the sting of her sword. A ghost would sliver within and whisper a stab into their abdomen, haunt them as it punctured between the eyes, taunted as she sliced limb from limb with stealth and accuracy. Soon, though, the elves acknowledged that something was amiss as they tried to go after the other human, noting a few of their members falling without a word, and began to look for the culprit. She almost laughed, a sensual high filling her as she smiled from behind the small cluster of fools; if Žiar took them from behind, and that Neanderthal from the front, they were sure to cut through their numbers without too much trouble. She wasn’t sure just how well that other minion could fight, though she had to admit her aim with the bow and arrow was almost beautiful. If her ability was less than favorable, it would take Žiar a little longer to bring these elves down. Still, she would come out the victor. She always came out the victor. And that was when she heard the distant, but ear-shattering, cry of something that was neither elf, human, or anything else Žiar had the unfortunate knowledge of. Her head whipped at the sound, peering with curiosity and a small tinge of awe as if to wish the source into her visual. But, alas, there was nothing to see though she knew, with almost complete certainty, that she would see it as soon as she rid herself of these bloody elves. And something delightful told her it was what she’d been searching for all this time. More the reason to get this over with. A few elves closed in on her, taking her momentary distraction as a chance to sneak up on the assassin. But, her senses were alive. She could feel them: smell their perspiration, hear the soft crunch of soil beneath their feet, taste their essence, and see their shadows as they tried to take her from behind. Her lips twitched at the humor of it all and, for a moment, she let them believe that they’d caught her off-guard; she was never off-guard. The idiots. As one of them prepared to attack, Žiar felt as her body automatically crouched before springing into the air at the last second, just as the creature charged at her. She landed on his back and, a cold glint in her eyes, slipped the blade across his throat and watched with the curiosity of a child as the blood gushed from his life source. It never failed to astound her how easily beings fell. It struck her like lightening and invigorated her body, made her hum with life; killing was almost an addiction. Quickly, as he tumbled to the ground, she sprung off him and turned towards the others with a feline agility that threatened and entranced. Soon, they’d all be dead. Her body sung with delight. |
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| Juicesir | November 27, 2011, 9:08 pm Post #73 |
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"Well, I believe the elf is leading the way now, so how's about we all just follow her?" The elf dancing away into the wilderness was certainly a sight, and in all the confusion and loveliness of posturing that had just gone on, it left Denth laughing very awkwardly. But he strode out from the group and began to follow the Summer Elf nonetheless. His hands in his pocket, his gait quite strolling, he departed camp. "You're welcome to join us! Perhaps her dancing will deal more death than your swords? Only time will be one to tell it appears." With the dancing Summer Elf leading the way, Denth followed behind, hoping the rest of his companions would as well. He was not entirely sure about the Shadelings, and they did not seem sure of him either. Or anything, for that matter. The strangely normal man simply smiled, and following the lilting and gay dance of the Summer. The dragon's roar cried off in the distance, the sounds of struggle around it swiftly rising. And soon after, they were at the clearing. A great dragon roared in the center, what appeared to be Autumn elves all around it. It was burned and scarred, and it's scales looked tarnished in the daylight, but this did not diminish it's power to command respect of every creature who gazed upon it. It was twice as large as the Prancing Friar Inn, it's great teeth nearly the size of a man each. It was an impressive sight. Denth just gazed at it wistfully. He spoke across his shoulders to his companions. "My my, what a mess. Perhaps you should assist it?" |
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| Deleted User | November 27, 2011, 10:54 pm Post #74 |
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After all the confusion and disorder amongst them, they now stood before the beast. It was enormous. It was a miracle the elves had found a way to contain the creature for any amount of time. Now, many would be faced with a choice. Would they attack the beast, in fear, possibly driven by some other need? Or, would they help it. For Shail, there was no need to think. "Ri'lirr, be ready." He spoke in Jasac, quiet and low. As soon as the words had left his mouth, he left the girl's side and walked into the clearing. An open field gave little option to hide, to sneak, to do anything involving stealth. He would need to rely on something more direct. Sword drawn, jagged shadow edge biting the air, Shail marched forward steadily. He did not run, he did not waver. Slow and steady he made his way into the fray. Warring people all around him, most focused on the dragon, he moved in to strike. The first elf to fall did not have a chance to react. Before he could draw his attention away from the beast, Shail had effortlessly swung his blade through the Elf from behind, the blade slipping cleanly through the elf's torso. The young warrior fell to the ground, crumpling over without a sound. No blood spilled from him. No marks were made. It seemed as if the blade had simply passed straight through him with no effect, and yet, there he lay, cold and lifeless. Shail was concerned for awhile, wondering whether or not the great creature would understand his intent to assist it. Such a powerful creature might possess some ability to actually harm a Shadeling, Shail could not be certain that it did not. So, he kept an eye on the beast from time to time, being careful to stay out of it's reach it as it struggled with the many elves around it. It was as if nothing else but the battle and the dragon existed now. Shail's mind was so focused on his actions, gracefully, and yet so steadily he moved. Very little effort was put into movement. Walking was as fast as he moved, but the finesse in his movements gave him a sort of elegance as he fought. Leaning slightly from time to time, to allow warriors' blows to slide past him, he would then counter with swift strikes to the attackers' exposed areas. Knowing that attacks could pass through him, Shail did not need to do dramatic moves to assure he would be missed. Over the years, he'd learned that the smallest effort could be applied, and the same great effect could be achieved. Bodies littered the ground along the path Shail was forming, and yet not a single drop of blood had been spilled. Watching him wade through the crowd of battling elves, it was almost as if those near Shail simply died as he passed them. Silently, like a plague, he continued to cross the battlefield, leaving bodies to litter the field as if sickness had suddenly befell them. |
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| Dream | November 27, 2011, 11:05 pm Post #75 |
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Ri nodded. She wasn't going to argue or complain about who was leading who. It was obvious to her that while they were traveling together, there was no real team among them. She and Shail had their own purpose for finding the dragon, and it was very obvious that their need was different from the others. Keeping that in mind, she traveled with them, making sure to remain close to her companion. The team soon arrived at what appeared to be their destination. There was a large dragon in the center of a bunch of elves, and the poor creature was injured. She watched the scene before her, not sure of what to do. She wasn't much of a fighter. She fought only when it was necessary for her survival. It was for that reason that she chose a different plan of attack. She noticed almost right away that Shail was heading straight into the fight, and hurried to cast a shadowshell around him, focusing on keeping him protected. Would he get upset about it? She had no idea, but she was going to help in whatever way she could, and that seemed to be a good way. If there was one thing Ri knew, it was that they needed the great creature alive. She had no idea if she could affect it in any way, but she knew that any way she could keep it from dying would be helpful. So, she divided her power, sending half to protect Shail, and using the other half to protect the dragon. She leaned back against a tree, using as much strength as she could to protect and attempt to heal the beast to keep it from death. Her protection probably wouldn't completely save it from harm, she wasn't that strong, but it would help. She knew that it would help Shail more than anything, because both her powers and his were connected to the shadows they shared. |
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I'll whisper in your ear, You are mine, and you will never have to be alone. And when I pull you near, You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone. So let me be the one to lift you up, I'll carry you home. 'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe, And to catch you when you fall. | |
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