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| The Darkness Behind The Stars: The Lurker in Midnight; Arc Thread: Part 1 | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 14 2017, 12:05 AM (455 Views) | |
| 裁 Hadou | Sep 21 2017, 04:59 PM Post #31 |
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Caelie's eyes widened as her mind interpreted Livinia's words. All this time, she had thought that they had just teleported somewhere else on Earthland. In fact, she had believed that they were still in Fiore, and in the worse case scenario, somewhere close to Dandelion. Her surprise waned as she fingered an arrow which sat in her quiver. "So, we're nowhere on Earthland right now. Or, put this way, this temple which is so important to this quest does not exist on our plane of existence. How exciting." Her face looked quite the opposite of the "exciting" she had just mentioned. "I suppose that without Beryl's pendant, we'll be probably stuck in this place forever. And that reminds me..." Caelie studied the bow in her hands, trying to see whether there was anything in its make that reminded her of any custom or country she had been to. While the bow was sturdy enough, it was a completely standard issue item, and could have been gotten from anywhere. Its former wielder, however, was not 'standard issue'. "... I think those of us new to all this need to be formerly introduced to our friends who attacked us in the bar. And what on earth was that darkness thing outside? I've seen Darkness magic before, but darkness thick enough to break glass? You don't see that everyday... and it didn't resemble the type of magic Beryl's friend here uses." The last statement was made with a respectful gesture towards Artesia. "So..." she turned back to Balthazar, "I don't suppose those guys were your Bravo team?" |
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| 司 Grond | Sep 21 2017, 09:01 PM Post #32 |
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Caelie's words were more right than not; it would be likely a permanently problematic issue, were the group to somehow lose Beryl's pendant, seeing as it was their way in, and out of the strange passage-dimension in which the group found themselves. Livinia nodded in response to the statement, and replied, "As it stands, I'm told that some people with the skill and experience of interdimensional navigation may be able to find their way to regions connected by this tunnel, or even less likely, breach the perimeter of this corridor and make their way in, something I believe our enemies likely do not have." Nadine sighed and adjusted one of the leather straps that bound her weapons to her frame. "It's presumption like that which destroyed the Guardians," the black-haired woman stated flatly, after being apparently satisfied with her adjustments. "Never assume the enemy is unable to do or achieve something, Livinia. It will keep you on your toes. Speaking of which, I do not favor remaining here. We should get moving." "For once we agree," intoned Beryl, looking around her. "I'm not a mistress of space-time magics and all the associated shenanigans, but based on logic deductions alone, I don't think this crystal corridor will permanently stay for as long as we hope or will it to." Balthazar nodded. "Well said, child, and that quite true as well," said the old man. "But if I am correct, we still have time, a couple of minutes, if I may be modest. In any case, we should begin moving, although we aren't leaving this corridor just yet." As the old man began to walk, he turned to Caelie and asked, "what makes you imagine those assassins might be connected to us? They are no doubt followers of Avaggdu, and the magic we saw outside the bar is probably related to Avaggdu as well, although I haven't seen any such magic before." In the distance far down the tunnel behind the group, if one listened carefully, there would be what seemed to be the sound of wind. Beryl strained her ears, but couldn't tell whether it was the after effect of the alcohol she had consumed, or there was some wind in the corridor. |
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| 裁 Hadou | Sep 21 2017, 10:40 PM Post #33 |
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The fact that the crystal tunnel was not going to hold up forever was just another thing that made Caelie uneasy. According to the old man, they had a few minutes left before they found out just what would happen, were they to remain in the tunnel after the time of its existence was up. But there was something else that was even more troubling to her: the fact that it was possible for others to breach their way into this dimension. She would have to assume that the cult of Avaggdu might have already found this place ahead of them, something that Livinia did not believe; something that Nadine was quick to correct. Caelie said nothing concerning the issue, because Nadine had spoken her mind. Preparing for the worst tended to keep one alive more than blind optimism. As the group began walking towards the corridor's end, Balthazar asked Caelie why she assumed that the assassins in the bar were part of their group. She blinked at him in surprise. Surely, he must have been aware of the use of irony in sentences? Or not, probably. That had just flown clean over his head, and he had assumed that she thought the assassins were part of the knights. She was not that daft. Anyway, he did not wait for an answer, so Calie decided it was not necessary for her to explain her choice of words. Her silence enabled her to pick out a sound... something that sounded like wind coming in at the far end of the corridor from whence they had come. She listened for a moment, wondering what that sound could mean, and making sure that she was not mistaken. No, she was not. There was indeed a sound. "Wait a moment. Is that... wind?" |
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| 司 Grond | Sep 24 2017, 12:13 AM Post #34 |
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Beryl was glad she wasn’t the only one who had heard what sounded like wind rushing down the tunnels from behind the group. As at the moment the group had entered the crystalline interdimensional corridor, the ambience had been total silence. At the question of the white-haired one, the knights paused, each one straining to hear what she had drawn attention to. It would be quite redundant, in Beryl’s opinion, to attempt to lend credence to Caelie’s words, as she was sure the others would hear the sound, as it seemed to be drawing closer. ”No,” Balthazar said, his expression eerily calm for the next words that were to proceed from his lips. ”It is death.” Instantly, the others stared at him with mixed expressions of shock and horror, as tension visibly drew their frames into preparation, though for what, they could not be certain. ”And we seem to be what, party buddies with Death now?” the Seveni girl asked incredulously, due to the fact that she was expecting everyone to make a break for it, running in the opposite direction from which the sound of wind came. ”There is no point in running,” came the reply. ”Space and time do not work here as they do in Earthland. To get out, we must not be at the right place, we must be at the right time.” Beryl was glad she wasn’t the only one who gave Balthazar a look of abject confusion. ”Ah well, never mind that,” the old man sighed, ”the best thing is not to panic.” So saying, he held his staff in both hands and took a pause, as though counting in his head, then he struck the crystalline ground, in a similar manner to which he had struck Beryl’s pendant. A yellow crack emanated from beneath the tip of the staff and snaked up the violet wall before spreading into a network of cracks which fell away like broken pottery to reveal the quiet, half-lit corner of a Dandelion street. Just then, if anyone looked down the corridor, they would notice that the edges of the tunnel were cracking and falling away, revealing an empty blackness from which seemed to wink distant pin pricks of light, one could guess them to be stars. As the tunnel eroded towards the group, the old man gestured at the newly-created portal. ”Everyone, through here! Now!” |
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| 裁 Hadou | Sep 24 2017, 09:45 PM Post #35 |
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The good news was that she was not hearing things. The bad news was that the sound was not wind... though, that would have been a good thing, if only what it was was more benign than a strong gust of wind in a claustrophobic corridor. Caelie stared at Balthazar, more concerned that he did not seem bothered by what he had just said, than the fact that imminent death was rushing up far behind them. Most responses were to go defensive, as expected, though beryl went a step further with a sarcastic quip. Balthazar still seemed unfazed by everything, perhaps because, as he eventually revealed, there was yet a way out. His next statements made everyone stare at him as if he had grown a mouth in the center of his forehead, though Caelie kind of found some sort of philosophical understanding in what he said. Since, as he mentioned, space and time did not work the same way as they did in their normal dimension, and events usually happened at a location, at a "where", then perhaps, in this place, the "when" was more important. Caelie nodded pensively, then snapped up to attention immediately. The "death" was still coming. Now was not the time for deep thinking on philosophies that could not breach space-time. Fortunately, Balthazar acted, striking his staff (which seemed to be the source of his magic, or at least, the channeling device of his magic) on the floor of the tunnel. A contrasting color struck out and began to break off a wall, which revealed a particular place. It looked for all intents and purposes like Dandelion. Caelie raised an eyebrow at the breach in the fabric of space, then turned to look down the corridor at the approaching "death". All she saw was darkness again... no, it was different this time, more like she was staring into outer space or something. Perhaps it was some type of agent that was meant to clean up 'anomalies' like themselves, so as to dissuade people from hiding in such tunnels for indefinite periods of time. It was time to move, and Caelie jumped out through the breach, a hand reaching into her quiver to pull out and nock an arrow swiftly. As she landed gracefully, she scanned the surrounding areas with her bow at the ready, just in case anyone was waiting to ambush them or something. She scowled slightly as she did so. "Seriously getting tired of running..." |
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| 司 Grond | Sep 25 2017, 08:03 PM Post #36 |
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The company began quickly attempting to get through the new dimensional rift which appeared to lead back to Earthland, with Caelie making her way through the portal first. Following suit as fast as she could, the Seveni girl thrust herself through the strange gateway, instantly feeling a subtle change in pressure on her skin, though she couldn't say whether the pressure in the dimensional corridor was more or less than that of the new location into which she had leaped. Allowing herself a split second of mental cogitation as she crossed the threshold, Beryl gave herself the luxury of considering the reason for pressure change, and perhaps determining which of the two dimensions had more pressure. Logically, it was expected that the tunnel pressure would be more, seeing that the area of the place seemed rather limited. Which would mean that the wind sound was probably the pressure escaping into the strange ominous void into which the dimension was falling. Noticing Caelie with a bow and arrow in hand, Beryl felt a little naked, at not having anything she could rely on as a decent weapon. Well, that mattered little for now. The more important issue was, where were they? As the rest of the group safely made it out of the interdimensional corridor, Beryl realized, from the faint smell of industrial smoke, and the gloomy aura of the place that they were still in Dandelion. Yet given the direction from which the cool breeze from the Mazahar Basin wafted, the group was practically on the other side of the city from where they had been ambushed. "Dandelion," she said, studying the shadows and finding no extra presence, to her relief. "But we're rather far from the bar in which this most unwanted drama unfolded. In any case, I'd like to suggest that we get off the streets. I don't know how those guys tracked us down the first time, but I have a feeling that being out in the open may not be the safest place...." That, and the fact that she was beginning to feel rather tired, thanks to the after-effects of the alcohol, a series of prequel restless nights, and the physical exertion. She hoped at least someone else was of a similar opinion. |
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| 裁 Hadou | Sep 25 2017, 10:02 PM Post #37 |
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OOC: I have been given the power to bunny one of them NPCs... As far as she could sense, this drop zone seemed deserted. As everyone got to safety without any further incident, and the 'window' that opened into Earthland broke away into thin air, Caelie allowed her muscles to relax, easing the drawn bowstring back to its undisturbed state. The air here was cooler and less stuffy than the air around the environs of the bar, hinting that the party were closer to the edge of the city, perhaps close to the swamps of the Mazahar. Beryl seemed uncomfortable that they were out in the open, which Caelie thought was a prudent idea, given the circumstances. However, she was not sure she wanted to start another chase sequence where she would be the pursued, once again. "I agree. However, if all we do is keep running from whatever is chasing us, then we may as well stand out here. The only difference is that we'll be spared the exertion of the chase; the results will still be the same. After all, whatever was after us in that bar has not been dealt with." "And what would you suggest, then?" Balthazar inquired. "A counter-attack. Turn the tables back on them somehow. Sadly, I know next to nothing of what we're up against, so my strategies would be extremely limited." Balthazar nodded pensively. "Well said, but let us not be too rash. We have a long and arduous task ahead of us, one that requires rested minds and ready bodies. And from the looks of it, some of us seem wearied already by previous events..." his voice trailed off. He had not indicated that he was aware Beryl was stressed, or perhaps he spoke about himself. He always looked tired, anyway. However, Caelie knew from experience that looks were not a good judge of ability. Balthazar continued suddenly: "Here's what we shall do: we will find a place to rest, and rise at the first light of dawn. That way, everyone will be well prepared and ready. Nadine, investigate and tell us whether we are currently 'traceable'. A negative answer means we can take our time to rest." Nadine nodded, stepped forward and closed her eyes. For about five seconds, she was still, then she opened her eyes and slowly turned to look at Caelie. "We are safe... but that bow she took can be used to track us down." Caelie looked at the bow in her hands and gave a disappointed sigh. "You don't have to get too attached to that flimsy stick. We could get you a better one, you know?" Uther offered. "No, it's not the bow I'm ticked about. Thanks for your offer, anyway, but I'll pass. I've got my gear; just didn't bring it with me tonight. It'll be on ground tomorrow, though." Caelie cast the bow into the shadows of an alley, then pulled off the quiver and discarded it also. Her disappointment had stemmed from the fact that, huntress as she was, she was yet to possess an authentic means of tracking any form of target. She did have a tracking 'device', but it was quite... prejudiced. "Alright, then. I know where I can hide myself in this city. The question is, where do we meet tomorrow, and when?" |
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| 司 Grond | Sep 27 2017, 09:37 PM Post #38 |
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In moments, none would know that a bunch of individuals had just popped out from literally nowhere, as the window to the strange crystalline corridor dissipated, with nothing to even give so much as a hint of its erstwhile presence. And a good thing too, seeing that its presence, being a notable anomaly, would definitely have attracted attention, and news traveled fast in Dandelion. Unfriendly ears could hear of the portal, and the assassins of the night would probably be hot on the trail of the group again. As Caelie and Balthazar debated on matters regarding rest and being pursued, the Seveni girl reflected on the apparent peace of the current location, it being deserted thanks to the fact that it was on the outskirts of the city, and the news and rumors which attended the Mazahar's reputation did little to keep people around at late hours such as this one. Of course, the stories about Mazahar were surprisingly true, but it was quite unlikely that the creepies of the Basin would venture into Dandelion, unless something was totally amiss. Beryl couldn't have agreed more with Balthazar's suggestion. From Caelie's words, she seemed to have somewhere to lie low, and the knights, from their nodding heads and generally agreeable expressions, seemed to indicate that finding a boarding facility which would be relatively safe was not so much of a problem. But if anyone was going to have the least of problems when it came to finding a place to rest her head, it was Beryl. She was sure she could find one of the secret passageways to her guild hall, and no one not from the guild dared invade it. "We meet at the old clock tower in Dandelion's Industrial District," Beryl said. "It's quite easy for any of you to spot and recognize, and I suggest we assemble in the day time, like maybe ten in the morning. Reason being that it will be harder fr anyone to make an attempt on us in the open, under the scrutiny of many eyes. Once we meet, we can find a secluded place and get to the temple to find the sigil. Do we agree?" |
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| 裁 Hadou | Sep 29 2017, 11:39 PM Post #39 |
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"The Old Clock Tower in the Industrial District. Got it. Well then, unless there is anything else, I shall take my leave. The sooner we rest up, the better. The night is already spent somewhat. Good night, everyone. See you in the morning." With a mild, but gracious bow, Caelie backed away into the shadows that were rife in this place, drawing the hood of her cloak over her head to hide her white hair, as she more or less melded with the shadows. That was the advantage of wearing dull colored clothes. You could easily stalk in the night that way. She moved silently, unnoticeable to most of whoever were left out on the streets at such a late hour. Dandelion was the kind of city where someone was always out, and most of the time, it was for some nefarious purpose or the other. She didn't want to draw attention to herself, as she was both eager to conserve her energy, and get behind the safety of locked doors... Speaking of safety, although Dandelion was not her base of operations (heck, she couldn't even boast of one, yet) she had a few contacts she could hide out with. In fact, one of them was with her gear, due to some mild complications she had faced about a day earlier. Thus, she would just stay over at the chap's place, kit up early in the morning, and see to all this talk about darkness and demons with a clear head and a well rested body. Beryl may not know it, but Caelie had something she was interested in, in this venture. Something flavored with vengeance of a sort... something personal. Thread Left |
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| 司 Grond | Sep 30 2017, 01:14 PM Post #40 |
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As no one seemed to have a problem with the designated meeting place and time, all agreed on meeting at the Clock Tower. Beryl watched silently as Caelie took her leave, then after persuading her fellow guild member to go on home ahead of her, Beryl turned to face the knights, activating her Conflict of the Mind as she did so, to ensure that nobody was in the vicinity close enough to eavesdrop on the conversation which was about to commence. "The Clock Tower is as safe a place as any to meet, but not 10 o'clock," the Seveni girl stated in a low, yet audible, tone. "We meet three hours earlier, on the dot of 7." A funny coincidence, seeing that the name of the hour and the name of her native country bore the same sound, and perhaps were similar, if not identical in meaning. In any case, Beryl gave the thought fleeting attention, returning her thought processes to the matter at hand. "Ooh, giving your friends the slip, are we?" Uther asked, raising an eyebrow at the Earth mage. "Doesn't that 'the more, the merrier' adage make more sense in a venture like this? Or do you think any of your other mates are compromised?" The Seveni girl shook her head. "When you Guardians brought the full might of your armies in ages past on Avaggdu, what happened? Eventually, it still prevailed over your military might. Now you are few, almost extinguished, even, yet you have been able to gather valuable information necessary for our vengeance on that fiend. Some tasks are better done with fewer numbers. More importantly, should this mission fail, I won't be responsible for the fates of others who have little to do with my affairs." The knights exchanged looks before Balthazar spoke up. "While a noble line of thought, it is difficult to go far alone. When in trouble, it is necessary to have people you can lean on." The blonde mage shrugged in reply. "Yeah well, that's not how I was raised. Everyone cleans their own mess. The only reason I'm willing to allow you guys tag along is because we're all involved in this mess." Nadine muttered something that sounded like 'imperious little brat' but Beryl ignored her. If Balthazar agreed, everyone else would have to tag along. And he did, with a sigh and a nod. Beryl nodded back and said, "don't be late. Goodnight, then," before disappearing into the shadows. She would not be as unprepared tomorrow as she had been that evening in the bar. And she had learned something: alcohol was a very bad idea. Making her way home through the secret passageways of Dandelion that were by now becoming familiar to her, Beryl wondered how Artesia managed with her alcohol, a pang of guilt momentarily stabbing at her for excluding her guild mate and Caelie from the ordeal of tomorrow. But it was for their safety, she reasoned.... Tomorrow was going to be a long day. "Thread Finished" |
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