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| Lord DragonFlame | Jan 18 2013, 08:43 AM Post #1 |
Christmas is back again
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---Previously--- Risen from the ocean, an immortal force has been awoken, and marches toward the inevitable, annihilating anyone who tries to oppose their wrath. For what? Revenge... One town after another was torn asunder, as none had the visor to obliterate what ain't breathing. A few selective heroes, accompanied by creatures of legend would surely find a solution. An elixir said to make ordinary steel mundane to smite even the immortal's. Yet their numbers weren't sufficient to draw their foes back from where they came from. Forced to retreat further inside Kathom's Fortress, Built from the dwarf's architectural wonder's, there much inside that hasn't been uncovered. Those who still breathe, shall soon witness there's more to it then what stories has told of. One massive complex, surely an metropolitan who's background exceeds back before even ordinary citizens existed. Yet while it lies dormant, it would serve the remaining a chance to survive, by hiding among the ruined structures. Yet their enemies continued to pursue them, until there's but a few survivors left. Whoever these men had sought out, was no more. One week went on, before the immortal's retreated out toward the surface, looking to rout out the remains, whereas their ultimate goal hasn't been fulfilled, their bodies would still wander the lands, until their task has been fulfilled. This wouldn't bode well for those who look to return back for water, food, whatever means to survive. Whatever chance to communicate with the southern continent, (Mobius) are insufficient. Their only hope is that, someone out there will, or root out what's caused the eerie silence from the northern continent, (Kavelio). ---Plot--- With our last renewed of effort counted a failure. Tested to our limits, as a few of us have survived. We won't last without water, nor food. Our strength's weakened, yet our own will have not yet abandoned us. Thrusting in what we believe as we tread careful out toward the surface in search for the immortal's existence. Have we been cursed? Would our allies from the south come to our aid. Or have they abandoned us too our fate. In time we will learn, as at this hour, our first concern is survival. Forlorn enemies has been awakened from their eternal slumber. Seeking revenge, caring little for innocents crossing their paths. Once they must have fought in battle, but against who? Can the answers be found within the ancient city buried within Idlehorn Reach. As for our foes still marching on the surface, what can only be found beneath the ocean. Where shall one begin? Have they even the stomach, going forth in search for answers. Would the demon realm have answers. To allow access within, one must travel with one of it's many fiends. Or seek out hell it self, but how would someone temper the very fabric of hell and heaven without stirring up an cataclysm. As for their brethren's to the south. If they knew what's coming, surely they wouldn't just stand idly by as time's running out for all existence on this planet. Run forth! Do not hesitate, find what remains of our potential allies and do the world proud, so that in future days, fathers will have the honor to tell their children about what occurred in medieval times, and that each of us has to be thankful to still breathe to this day. Yet nothing's certain until this matters are solved. Who's in it for the adventure? Who shall sacrifice them self so that their loved ones shall continue to grow. Time will tell, as we have but one solemn duty, act now. ------- Thought's; So weak! Must have something to eat. It's been hard to breathe. The thickened air down here is awful, nor is it exactly healthy for anyone. The screams that echoed these empty halls of endless street's, was terrifying. Assuming it would be his turn next, or his friends, who he hadn't seen for at least twenty four hours. Yet he had an natural sense that his magician and faithful human partner was still alive. Dragging literally his feet behind, daring not to speak out load in case there's more of them beneath. Truth is, he had shed enough with tears, making up different thoughts that nor Ruth or Lizrik would like em to give up. And so that's what keep him strong, in a literal sense, whereas his physical state has seen the better. It felt endless walking among incredible tall pillars stretching up toward the natural designed roof. Whereas most of the structures there is, most of them had lived it's cycle and wasn't more then rubble in heaps of rock and other materials the dwarf's had sought to use. What spare water that's been found, has ether came from the roof, holes that allow for even the slightest of water running down. It certainly weren't enough, but at least it would have him keep going. Edited by DragonFlame, Jan 27 2013, 04:02 AM.
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| Zamau | Jan 19 2013, 02:49 PM Post #2 |
Sandopolis Act 2
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One week on, living underground. The residents of both Farwille and Sorcerers Haven were growing weak. Citizens of the city did not bring anything, as they travelled to Kathom. Confident soldiers made them believe the battle would have been short. The sorcerers did bring food with them as they journeyed to the fortress, but it was not much. The food would only last a few days. So they had to ration what little they had between everyone, and it would not fill them. Two days after they were all forced underground. Gregory and the son, were searching for another way out, of the underground city. They feared going out the same way they entered, the enemy would still be waiting for them. They did not seem like that, they would rest before, they annihilated anyone who opposed them. While searching for another way out. Wade could hear the muffled sound of flowing water. Like there was a river, near by. The tiger put his ear against the rock wall, and the sound was getting a bit louder. Like the river was on the over side. He gazed across the wall and noticed it turned right up ahead. So if they wanted another way out, it looks like the had to make one. As the Wade was staring at the walls. Gregory noticed a couple of small stones hit the ground, behind the tiger. It then turned into a lot. He looked up at the ceiling and noticed a boulder came loose directly above his son. Without saying anything. The feline rushed and pushed his son out of way, although the boulder fell on his right ankle, then roll of hitting the wall. The clan leader fell to one knee, roaring in pain. Wade fell to the ground as his father pushed him. The tiger glanced back after he cries of pain from his father, as well as the boulder hitting the wall. He got up and rushed over to help him up. “Why did you do that?” The tiger said in a little frustration. He helped his father back to where the rest of the clan were. As well as the resident of Farwille and Sorcerers Haven. Gregory used his bow as a walking stick. He left his quiver of arrows near the boulder what injured him. “I pushed you out of the way because it was all I could think of.” The tiger turned his attention to why, his son had his ear to the wall. “So what were you trying to hear?” Once Wade and his father returned to King Uric and all the rest who were living underground. He told them all about the muffled sound of river flowing, and there, might possibly, be another way out of the city. But he did not have time to search because of his father’s injury. ~~~ Five days later… Drake headed off to find this way out possible way out, what Wade spoke of. After what happened with Gregory, he decided to go looking for the way out alone. Although a lot of the residents have died, and some of the sorcerers and soldiers, since they were down here. By the immortal army. So he is a little concerned. Some of surviving citizens, and his girlfriend Lisa too were helping the wounded. Drake was told that there would be a quiver of arrows next to boulder, and he would hear a faint sound of water flowing. It could possibly be outside, or it could be a river underground not yet discovered. The underground city was big, and there could other than one entrance and exit. He was feeling a little weak from not eating. He only had a little drink of water, a day ago. So he hoped the was a way out. Or even if he found the river underground or on the surface. Walking through the city. Drake was looking at the buildings, admiring how tall some of them were. Some went from the ground to the ceiling, like they were pillars. The puma nearly tripped over something on the ground. It looked like an old shield, it was covered dirt. The feline scraped the dirt off with his boot. And there was a damaged symbol in the middle of it. He could not make it out. But a saw a torn flag with the same symbol. Edited by Zamau, Jan 19 2013, 03:14 PM.
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| RabidChoco | Jan 19 2013, 08:06 PM Post #3 |
Sandopolis Act 2
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How long has it been now? Almost a week? I'm not even sure where the hell I am, or what the deuce we were fighting, there... These thoughts ran through the mind of a tall figure in a brown cloak. He wasn't about to show his face, not unless he found something specific... not likely. The cloak brushed against the figure's ankles, but the varying light kept his feet generally hidden, especially when he knelt to give what help he could to the wounded and the children. There needs to be a way out of here. You're not supposed to die like this, Taylor. Not in fortress-turned-mass-tomb. He'd sigh quietly. May whatever god keeps this place, also keep me. For what it's worth... |
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| Ellis | Jan 23 2013, 07:51 AM Post #4 |
Pint of real ale please squire!
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Time was something that he had long lost track of, all that happened was the sun rose, set, and darkenss inbetween meant cycle all started again the following morning. It was more of a case of basic survival then anything, just staying alive to make it to the next day and to make sure that he and the griffin were good to go. After what had happened heading back to civilisation, Blake and Den were getting more aquanted, the bear learning the griffins traits who definatly had a knack for finding hidden pockets of food and water, definaly handy for the future. But sadly this came too soon when the good fortunes changed for everyone, being forced underground or face death by the enemy savaging the lands once more. Pushing through the forest to get to some sort of safety, Blake paused suddenly, the black bear standing still trying to listen or see where Den had gone. Trying not to let panick set it, heard his calls and looked upwards into the chunky trees towering high above the forest floor. This was the start of their make shift home, managing to get a good foothold high in the trees above the forect floor, the shelter proved invaluvable covered by the trees leaves hidden away from prying eyes. But time was ticking away, Blake just had to find those he faught with before. If anything to see if they were alive, and to settle somewhere more secure then like birds in a tree.... |
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| Vednix | Jan 24 2013, 01:08 PM Post #5 |
The Dragon Whisperer
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Things had gone south since they had went underground. After Ruth and Lizrik's unfortunate sacrifice, the last remaining people went underground, including Lysander and Phoenix. The poor husky had no idea what was happening, but had kept enough wits about him to at least follow when Lysander urged him to. The pair of them had been split apart from their friends, Adrian, Blake and his young friend, and even Drake, all taking different routes in the undeground. Mainly because they all went in at different times. The underground beneath the fortress was a labyrinth of tunnels, and it almost seemed there was no way out. The human and the husky had been stuck under for a week now, and the most Lysander could spare was water for the two of them, which was thankfully enough. The human sorcerer had continually insisted that he couldn't spawn food out of thin air; things that were taken had to be exchanged. As such, he was swapping small amounts of water for air, so that they wouldn't suffocate, but wouldn't die of dehydration either. Along their way, they had stopped here and there to rest. Lysander had no idea how much Phoenix could be a whiner when he had lost his memory. The canine whimpered a lot about how his paws ached from all the hiking, and Lysander scolded him like a child. It seemed to do the trick, at least. On their 7th day, they took a right turn in a crossroad of tunnels, finding themselves in a large chamber. The place was eeriely silent, but for the rushing of wind and occasional squeak of a bat. Lysander had kept his eye out all the time; there was nothing to stop the undead army coming down here and rooting them out. If they met even one of them, they were done for, so they had to be cautious. Phoenix cautiously stepped into the chamber and tripped on a rock, sending it scattering along the floor. The two froze, before letting out a sigh of relief. "Just a rock." Lysander wiped his sweat-coated forehead, arching his back and stretch it. The husky glanced around the chamber and spotted 2, maybe 3 other exits. "Does this ever end?" The canine enquired. Lysander shrugged indifferently. "Either way, we gotta keep going. I'm sure Adrian and the rest are around here somewhere." Lysander replied as he stood in the middle of the room. He looked left and right, finding that two of the corridors went straight on, while one took a 90 degree turn and sloped down. How peculiar. Why was it going down rather than up? "C'mon," He motioned to the husky. "This way." He took the lead, as usual, heading towards the odd one out, turning left and carefully making his way down the rock-built slope. Over time, though he hadn't admitted it yet, Phoenix was slowly starting to regain whatever memories they had. It was flashes for the better part. He could remember a gleaming white Dragon, soaring through the air, along with a river of blood. Was this really what he got up to in his spare time? He faintly remember a face, that looked like it was wailing. He strangely remembers kicking at it. He shuddered at the thought and followed the sorcerer down the slope. Unfortunately, he looked a bit more clumsy than at first glance. His left paw slipped, and he was sent tumbling down, hitting Lysander on the way. They fell into another chamber with a large hole in the middle. The two landed just in front of it, barely on the edge. "Jesus, Phoenix...!" Lysander cried out, scurrying away from the edge. "You're like a child. Watch your footing!" He snapped at the canine, who looked apologetic at least, before glancing down the hole. "What do you think is down there? Looks weird...it's almost perfectly round." He frowned, looking at the hole's outer rim and following it's circular shape with his eyes. It almost looked man made. "No idea. I'm not sticking around to find out." He ushered the husky onwards, scooting around the edge to head through into another tunnel. |
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| Breakfast Princess | Jan 26 2013, 08:01 PM Post #6 |
The most important meal of the day
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(((Disclaimer: I'm totally new to this kind of RP and I hope I don't jack it up too much that being said I'm gonna dive right in ^_^))) Two young people huddled almost completely motionless on the ground against the wall of one of the cavernous underground tunnels. The bigger figure was a girl, although it was hard to tell under a large, deep blue cloak she had wrapped around herself and the younger figure. The cloak's heavy hood was up, hiding her thick, medium-grey hair that fell in barrel curls around her shoulders; as well as her very round, bright eyes that had the strangest magenta hue. The smaller figure was wrapped in his own deep blue cloak as well as the other one. His hood hid his messy blonde hair and magenta eyes. It was clear these two were related. It was a sad sight yet an even sadder story. They were relatively new to this land, having moved there with their parents right before they were forced to flee underground by the terrors that awaited them on the surface. They knew very little of the terrain and the land around them, and now they didn't have their parents to walk them through it. Their parents had not survived. It was not fair, as they were simple land-working folk. But everything happened for a reason. The young woman, who was barely 20, had managed to escape with her young brother, who was only 9. Escape from what though? Escape from immediate danger only to seek safety in a much slower, sneakier form of danger? The kind of danger that crept up on you when you were least expecting it. The kind you couldn't fight or run from. That was starvation, fear, and ultimately loss of hope. The two had essentially jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. What good came from delaying your own deaths if they were imminent? The young woman had an answer for that. But first, she had a name. It was Adelaide. The last name didn't matter because the ones who gave it to her were dead now. Her kid brother, the one she clutched at to keep safe and the one who burrowed into her cloak because he couldn't bear to face the world, his name was Jameson. But you wouldn't hear his sister calling him that, nor would you hear him referring to himself as that. He preferred Jake. It was much more fitting for a small boy like him, anyhow. The young woman refused to die. Not while she still had her kid brother to look after. It seemed silly, after everything that had gone on lately. Silly and childish and foolish and naive. She could be that way sometimes. But it was simple, really. She and Jake had always been close. Now she was all he had. He deserved a chance to live a full life, and a chance to mourn their parents in safety and solitude. However, neither of them had been afforded that luxury yet. In fact, Adelaide was doing a pretty terrible job of keeping Jake safe. She had no access to food or water. It was getting difficult to breathe down there. Survivors, refugees, whatever she had decided to call them, had retreated underground and Adelaide could think of nothing to do but follow them. But instead of thanking them for unknowingly showing her where to hide, she led Jake farther and farther away from any type of human interaction... Not thinking even once that perhaps maybe there was someone there that could help them. She was scared for Jake and for herself, but she was determined to do this, even if it meant doing it alone. She did not know this land, she did not know its people. She had to play it safe and hide in the shadows, for now. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Jan 27 2013, 03:53 AM Post #7 |
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Christmas is back again
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The ultimate question how come this town has never been recorded in any form of literature. Excluding his father's tyranny, a man with many secrets admittedly, dough everything about the architectural outlines felt astonishingly intact. Secondly, who's the architect for such manifest. The wolf cautiously turned both his sides, observing the fallen, whereas it felt like eon's since he last saw an individual alive. Was he alone? That thought tend to terrify. Ears flicking about toward the nearest source that was man-made. Yet it continues to taunt him with it's utter silence. Where the hell was he? Slight appearances may occasionally deceive, but he could have sworn he had seen someone in the distance. Fastening the phase, until he could perfectly make out a brown cloaked figure addressing both children and the like in whatever manner he'd saw fit. A stranger perhaps, like any? One of the kid's tend to gawk upon the black wolf with it's innocent look. Her voice, frail to the touch, without sufficient amount of water, she could barely make out a sentence, or a name for that matter. A faint whelp came from her mouth. "Adrian..." She'd know his name, but from where? Attending to the child, who looked to take care of her dying mother. Memorizing that face of her's, he could indeed remember her from Farwille. That's when he would do anything to escape his solemn duty, being crowned as prince of Galvahal, more importantly he never looked upon him self as the leader of sort. He knew there was little he could do to help her now. Though out of courtesy he kept at both's side, whereas Tasha's mum asked of the wolf to take care of her child. Such a responsibility weren't easily accepted. Having to constantly watch over a kid, has proven a challenge before, it wouldn't exactly be any different this time. It was probably a stupid decision, but of course he promised the child's mother that he would look after her, even if each and everyone had already enough looking for their very own survival. But he couldn't bare to see an innocent child being left alone. Nor left with, what citizens remained, that had lost their morale/will for survival. Pitying the child, yet tears are meant to be saved until the crisis may once subdue. If it ever will. Instead each and everyone must stand strong, no matter their age. Time's not meant to be wasted, and finding an exit would be crucial. Finding little relief in leaving anyone who's fit enough to stand on their own, he urged everyone within the vicinity to mound up, as they all had to seek that exit, before each and everyone would die out from dehydration. Whatever this wandered had in mind. It's supposedly the better if they all looked to what remaining survivors they may be, and hopefully make it out of here with their life intact. "Excuse me..." Questioning the man in his brown cloak. "Say, would you be willing to give me a hand with these." Referring to the relatively small bunch who looked to rely them self on those with strong minds, refusing to give in the thought, it's useless. Edited by DragonFlame, Jan 27 2013, 04:03 AM.
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| RabidChoco | Jan 28 2013, 01:35 PM Post #8 |
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Sandopolis Act 2
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Taylor straightened, turning to look over his shoulder as the wolf addressed him. His eyes were in shadow, but Adrian would make out light skin peppered with stubble on the lower half of his face. "Yeah? What do you need, then?" As one of the other children seemed to be whimpering at the verge of tears, he hastily turned back to the youngster. "No, no, don't cry. We're gonna figure something out. We'll get out of this..." |
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| Zamau | Jan 29 2013, 02:00 PM Post #9 |
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Sandopolis Act 2
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The puma was walking among the ancient buildings of the underground city, admiring some of the structures. There were statues among the old architectures with plaque’s on the bases. But they were in another language, and he could not read it. While gazing at the statues. Drake almost forgot what his objective was. So he left the area and continued looking for the way out. Eventually he came to the wall, and heard the faint sound of water flowing. It gave Drake hope that, the way out of the underground was not far. Even if the river was still part of the underground, it had to lead back outside somewhere. The puma found the boulder what injured Wade’s father, with the quiver next to it. But there were no arrows inside. This worried the feline. The immortal army did eventually follow the survivors underground, but they left. Unless a few still lurked in the city. Drake thought if he should go back. It would be foolish to fight the everlasting enemy alone. Even if it was just a few. He also wondered if there were other survivors. suddenly he heard what like grunting echoing nearby, and made haste to see what it was. He came to a narrow area and saw three coyotes. All of them were guard’s from Sorcerer‘s Haven. They were moving boulders what blocked an arched entrance, what looked like it lead to another part of the underground. One of the guard’s looked at Drake and grinned. “We did not have time to look at statues, when there was a job what needed doing.” Drake looked up at the archway and saw a lot of rocks and boulders were blocking it. He also noticed there were arrow on the ground, to make a trail. “So that is what happened to Gregory’s arrows.” The same guard nodded. “Once we get this place open. The folks have to find it.” Once moved another boulder, he sat on it to rest. He looked up at the puma. “You were taking too long, as you were searching for this river or way out.” He then looked to the blocked archway, as the two other guard’s continued to unblock it. “We are not sure what is beyond this entrance. I hope we can find this river once we search it.” The coyote stood up and continued working. “Drake you should get back to the others.” With a single nod… The puma walked following the trail of arrows. He found another guard, who just finished making the trail. He smiled at the feline before joined the other sorcerer’s, unblocking the archway. As Drake head back to what was his home, while underground. |
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| Ellis | Feb 3 2013, 02:15 AM Post #10 |
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Pint of real ale please squire!
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The darkness was a welcome releif, even waking up in one peice with what little belongings still in tact was a blessing. Living day to day, the fear of being caught whilst asleep was eating away at the bears nerves, but like any other living being sleep came eventually no matter how hard you try to stay awake. Becoming more and more nocurnal meant it improved their safety, although Den was able to go off and do what he wanted, even he felt more at ease under the cover of darkness. But this on the other hand led to other problems, not knowing exactly who and where things were in the wider picture on the groud, the only image BLake had in daylight was of the forest canopy and that was no good. Risking a look here and there reveled strange soldiers wondering around, but not as many as he calculated in fact, far less. The area they were in must be out the way of any camp, seeing smoke from fires way in the distance, this part of the forest must be just a part the strange ones wondered through when bored. Awake unusualy early Blake sat leaning against the main support, the almost tree house-esq home he had made was pretty sturdy, with a lot of thanks to the solid oak trees that barley moved in the stongest of winds. It was indeed a gamble, going upwards rather then scuttling underground. Suppose he had Den to thank for that, once the little fella knew how to fly it would be hard to keep him trapped. Plus he was a good scout for their next meal, ever thankful to the griffin, the bear wondered where the other from before were held up. Darkness falling once more the sounds of footsteps of the enemy as Blake had effectionatly named them marched back to where ever they were based, presumably for food. Something which was also on the cards for he and Drake, waiting for the coast to be clear, dropped the rope ladder and climbed down, sword sheathed and knife in his teeth ready for potential ambush. Landing on the floor immediatly backed against a tree standing still and silent, waiting nervously for any unfamiliar sounds of which thankfully, never came. Weaving through the pathways and bushes had created several undercover rat runs, small paths only he knew were there leading to the river. Taking a drink before having a wash, saw Den clamber into the water rolling about playing, enjoying a few moments of relxation. Who could blame him? Standing suddenly bolt upright Den stood in the water, silent, still, watching. Frightning Blake, the bear grabbed his sword ready for an attack, but turning back to see Den suddenly dart into the water picking out a pair of large fish realised he was hunting. Breathing a sigh of releif, sheathed the weapon taking a fish stowing it away for camp later. Trampling back out to the bank drying off with a shake of his fur, noticed something sticking out of the mud twinkling in the moonlight. Something metal smallish in size, almost like a ventilation tube of sorts. Getting dressed again wondered over to take a closer look, a small grate on top of it to stop any unwanted guests going down, but where did it lead to? and why? But the sounds of rustling leaves and grunts soon changed the bears interest, heading back for the ladder climbing frantically upwards pulling the device back up with him. Peering over through the branches couldn't see anything but was far to risky to stay and find out. Setting about cooking, Blakes mind pondered what had been found just, maybe finding out if there was anything else like it along the river? |
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| Vednix | Feb 6 2013, 10:08 AM Post #11 |
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The Dragon Whisperer
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Each passing hour spent underground further decreased the morale of the husky, who still had no idea on his name, age, or any of his past. His memory was more or less wiped and Lysander had to try and build him from the ground up. The most they had gotten to what who he was called, and who he once was. A necromancer, that is. "But I don't understand..." Phoenix seemed hesitant about it all. "You said Necromancers are evil. I'm not evil, am I?" He asked. "No, no," Lysander said. "You were good. I don't know your whole story, so I can't help you there on your reasons for being a necromancer..." The husky let out a small sigh. Everything was so confusing to him. The first thing he can remember is being carried through a stone keep, remembering feeling fur underneath him, a man talking, requesting aid. He could feel, hear some sort of heartbeat...but not his own. All his time walking through the tunnels, he had felt something had been inside him all this time. It was lying dormant, but every so often it would lurch out and send his sense a bit delirious. He distinctly remembered when they were in the keep before the attack hit, he heard a roar outside, and his heart seared as if his chest was burning. It was peculiar and nearly made him pass out with the pain, before it quickly dissipated, leaving him dazed. Lysander and the husky continued carrying on through the tunnels before they rounded a corner and saw something strange. It was two young people, both huddled in the darkness of the tunnels, keeping each other warm. They hadn't met anyone down here before. "Hey, you there!" Lysander tried to be as friendly as possible and not startle the two of them. One looked presumably smaller than the other, younger even. "You two...you came from the surface, right?" He asked, taking a step forward. He crouched beside the two while Phoenix stayed back, not particularly fond of new appearances. "I'm Lysander. I'm a sorcerer. My buddy here is Phoenix." he gestured to the canine. "Why don't we stick together? We could get out of here faster, I'd say.." |
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| Breakfast Princess | Feb 17 2013, 05:55 PM Post #12 |
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The most important meal of the day
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Adelaide wasn't sure if she was falling asleep or dying, because right now, they both felt exactly the same. Not that she would allow herself to do either one. Not while she still had Jake in her care. What could he possibly do without her? Perhaps she was flattering herself by thinking that... After all, she wasn't doing the best job taking care of him. She knew he hadn't eaten or had anything to drink in so long, just as she hadn't. They had stopped to rest here, to lean against the walls for awhile; but instead they ended up sitting and hadn't moved for a long time. Adelaide tried to re-position herself without disturbing Jake, who was having a troubled sleep, burrowed in her cloak and his own. But all of her limbs were falling asleep now, and cramping. She doubted she'd be able to stand up when the time came for it. While re-positioning her arms, her hand brushed against Jake's forehead. She yanked her hand back as if she had accidentally touched a hot stove. That's almost what he felt like, too. Jake was burning up. "Oh... Jake..." Adelaide was immediately alarmed. It would only make their situation worse if he were sick. She tentatively felt his forehead and sure enough, she was right... He had a bad fever. "Jake... Get up now..." Adelaide shook him slightly and whispered to try and rouse him from his slumber. He opened his magenta eyes slightly, casting her the most pitiful look she had ever seen, before closing them again. Adelaide sighed, a mixture of worry and sadness. How was she supposed to care for a sick child? How, when she couldn't even care for a healthy one, or herself, for that matter? She gently set Jake on the ground for a moment so she could stand up. Just as she had suspected, she had trouble righting herself when she had been balled up in that position for so long. Leaning on the wall for support, she took a couple minutes for the tingling sensation to leave her legs. Then she bent down and shook Jake again. "Jake... Come on now. Time to go now..." she said, her voice rising a little with each request for him to rise. The most he would do was open his eyes a little or move an inch. Adelaide frowned, thinking hard for a moment. It was time to get serious. If she didn't want to lose Jake, she would have to take care of him immediately and heal his sickness. Adelaide grabbed him under the arms and heaved him up to a standing position. He almost fell over, but Adelaide held him steady upright until he stopped swaying. His eyes opened a little wider, and he looked at her, clearly disoriented. "I can't carry you, child," Adelaide said, crouching down to be eye-level with him, "You have to try and walk as far as you can." "W-where are we going?" Jake asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes. "There has to be another way out of here other than the way we came. We are going that way," Adelaide explained as she stood and grabbed Jake's hand. They began walking away from the spot they had been posted up at for so long. They began walking away from where they came, and just started walking away. Adelaide knew, the first order of business would be to find some water. If she didn't, Jake would overheat, dehydrate, and wouldn't last long. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Feb 23 2013, 11:37 AM Post #13 |
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Christmas is back again
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The wolf needn't answer, the child had already seed to convince this human, that we're all determined and set out for the surface. Each of them weren't all to content on venturing out there, knowing the consequences in doing so. Death aren't inevitable, and nether would warriors fitted to stand the test of time, be of any insurance they'll make it safely outside. True, Adrian weren't a man with word's to convince the lesser one's who now sought refugee deep within chains of mountain's lapsing at incredible distances. It's every man's free will. Yet something ought him to muster, even those who've lost all their will to survive, accepting defeat... Yet it weren't an alternative, nor was he looking to abandon anyone. Somehow he convinced them the differ, and each and everyone were now all set toward one path. Freedom! It weren't until an hour later, that the wolf decided to walk toward the front, looking to the human, who had admittedly volunteered to aid, at least until they find footing outside. Prying down the man's feet, before concentrating on what lies before em. "Knowing I'm not meant to thank you personally, as I believe every man have their common reasons for doing so... but. I'm thanking you, giving me a hand with these people." Without actually making any further introductions, the men alike of all races both admiring what's been built beneath all it's natural might, revealing nothing more but vivid mountain as far the naked eye could see. Even houses still intact, even if alone, it seemed the differ that once someone did indeed exist within these halls, making a living, and then suddenly they all disappeared, leaving nothing but their majestic architecture behind. Looking for more survivors along their path, a certain wish that in the end, he'll end up finding his faithful friend, Lysander, who ended up separating them self apart, in confusing their enemies from finding nether the less of them alive. Of course, not owning the answer, whether he was even alive, considering he'd end up, literally carrying one who'd lost all it's memory. Even worse, having to abandon those they'd most valued in life. Two death sentences that would've been futile, if all thing's would be taken in consideration. It looked like they've gone in the right direction. As in the distance, eyeing even the frailest of light, had they found a way out, or were they treading into a trap. Surely a man of the dead, shouldn't proportionally own any consent of intelligence, yet they've accomplished more then any enemy have ever done before. Conquering the impenetrable fortress built by dwarf's, or had their eyes been deceiving them. |
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| Zamau | Feb 28 2013, 10:31 AM Post #14 |
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Sandopolis Act 2
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Drake made it back to where the residents of both Farwille and Haven were using as their home, for the time being. He heard raised voices, while travelling back. He then noticed it was an argument between Lisa and her father. It just ended as he noticed, so he walked over to the king’s daughter to find out what was wrong. The feline stopped by his girlfriend and glanced at the king, and before he could ask, he got his answer. “My father is angry because I stood by Wade and his father.” She looked angrily at the king. “He said it was their fault, Gregory was injured. Because they went wandering around the cavern. My father is also mad at you because you went to find this river what Wade told me about. My father said no one should explore the underground alone.” After hearing the flowing sound of water, and the sorcerer’s discovery of a new area of the underground. Drake did not care that Bryce was angry at him. “I looked around and heard water flowing. It has to be coming from somewhere. A few of the sorcerer’s are trying to find it too. They also found another part of the cavern. But it‘s barricaded at the moment” While Drake was talking to Lisa, there was a sound, as if something exploded. There was also a tremor. The shake made some of the residents and the two puma’s fall. Once the shaking ceased. The king’s daughter sat up, rubbing her forearm. “Look!“ She then pointed to a narrow pathway what had mist dust floating out of it. Drake saw the mist and dust, and it was also the way he came back. It was also near where the sorcerer’s were unblocking that archway. He got up and ran. He put the side of his hand on his forehead to blocking his eyes from the dust. Once the puma got to the end of path. He found that the archway was open, and two of the sorcerer’s were left behind. The cougar assumed the other searched the other side of the entrance. “You moved all the boulders I see.” The coyote looked angrily at the puma and pointed to the other sorcerer. “He used his staff and blew the entrance open! I thought he was going cause the whole bloody underground to cave in.” He shook his head. “He can be a right idiot sometime.” The other sorcerer got a little upset with the coyote. “Hey! We have a lot of civilians underground. And if this entrance leads to that river or a way out. There was no time to make them wait longer, while we move boulders Martin. So I blasted it open, no one was hurt.” The coyote glared at the sorcerer. “You made the area shake. Maybe the whole underground. After what happened with Gregory Kendrick. It seems like the underground might be unstable. And we do not want to cause problems using our powers, while we are in here.” Martin commanded. The sorcerer was not happy with the coyote acting like he was the boss. “You were just a villager, before the battle started. And a novice in sorcery… I have been one of Haven's guard for years. So you do not give the orders rookie!” The guard turned to face the newly opened entrance, and waited for the other guards to return. Martin continued to stare at the guard and remained silent. After the battle with the immortal army. Another one did not have to start. Although he did not take part in the battle. He stayed with the citizens of the village and city during the fighting. Eventually the other sorcerers returned from, exploring the newly discovered part of the underground. They saw their two comrades and Drake standing by the entrance. One of them faced the puma “You wait here with Martin and Conner. We are going to get go back and get buckets.” The sorcerer’s then left, leaving their two comrades behind. Drake walked through the newly open entrance, and explored the other area of the underground himself. He wandered through until the path spit in two directions. One that went straight ahead and one that went to the left. Suddenly he heard sound of flowing water, but this time, it was not muffled. It sounded like it was very close. He walked down the path to his left and eventually found the river. There was a waterfall coming from a small gap in near the ceiling, and it there was a gap at the end of the river, for the water to flow out. The puma got down on his knees and put his hands in the water, them lifted them to his face drinking some of it. “So that why they went to get buckets.” He said to himself. The cougar stood up and headed back out. |
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