[RP Thread] Grey Dawn

[Dragonson]

Cepharys stared in a mix of horror and satisfaction at the ravaged Ithuri.
"Eyes of gold...?"
Before he stood up he pried them from their sockets, weighing them in his hand.
He then straightened his back and looked to the sky.
"No escape, you say? It seems you severely overestimate your own men."
Back turned to Lucio, he started walking away.
"When the arrive, you can tell them Magebane sends his regards, and plans to make them all unemployed."

 

[Fussiler1]

Gods, what was that man doing, he asked himself as he watched the man use his sword as a point to jump at him. He didn't know, but obviously that man was trying to do something more than just knock him over, which would've been a bit hard anyway, since he was rather tall. So, what was the man trying to do? Whatever the case, he didn't like it one bit. Time seemed to slow down a bit. Gods. He watched as the man tried to get around his right side and turned with him, not willing to let him get behind him. With his right hand he quickly tried to grab a piece of oakwood out of his pouch, which was a little bit left.

However, this also provided somewhat of an opportunity. The man was getting around him, he hadn't twisted enough, but this left his neck vulnerable and his elbow was in a good position. He quickly withdrew his hand from his pouch and tried to ram his elbow very hard in the neck of man.
''I have no quarrel with you!" he once again said as he tried to let his elbow hit the man's neck.

 

[Phoonix]

Dara was able to turn around just in time and raise his right hand to grab the mans elbow, preventing it from hitting his neck but sending him into a collision course with the ground.
His left hand however was now in a perfect position, He pointed out his two fingers and trusted towards the mans nerve point, if it hit his arm would be paralyzed.

 

[Fussiler1]

Well, it had worked. To a certain degree, but he could find no joy, only anger. What the hell was the problem with this man? Why did he feel the need to interfere? Also, he still didn't understand what the hell the man had been trying to do now. To like what, run him over or something? Why had he gone to his right side then? Why had he tried to attack him without sword anyway, if he meant to do him harm? Gods, he didn't understand at all. Perhaps the man had been less smarter than he had thought, perhaps it was so. That would be a disappointment, he thought bitter. What had that man been thinking? What, what, what?

It was perhaps a second after that, that he felt the nerves withdraw from his right arm. What the hell? He couldn't feel anything that was attached to his right shoulder. He tried to move it, but nothing. His blood started boiling. What the hell was this? How come he wasn't able to move his arm? Was this perhaps some trick of the Gods? He quickly digged in his memory and remembered that he had felt something before his arm had become limb. A finger, or two, perhaps. Gods.. was that what the man had been trying to do? What the hell was wrong with this man?! Why did he defend a little pathetic worm? Gods, why?

He looked at the man who was by now on the ground. What witchcraft had he used? How could he disable an arm with some fingers? He tried to move his arm again. Nothing. How long would this last? A few hours? A few days, a few weeks? Gods, he thought to himself. Indeed. He reached out with his left arm into the air and formed a fist. Last mistake, he thought to himself angrily as he looked at the man on the ground. He shook it, though very quickly and not wholly sticking to the pattern, and from the street rock would come up to trap the man's feet, to prevent it from by moving, surrounding it and trap the man himself too.

 

[Phoonix]

Dara now had one foot stuck in a thin layer of rock. his other foot however was still free.
He stuck his foot behind the wildmans leg and tried to pull him over. at the same time he pulled his sword out from the ground and worked himself into a kneeling position.

 

[Fussiler1]

Gods be damned, this man just didn't give up, he thought as he fell to the ground. Why did he continue fighting? He honestly didn't get it. Was that pitiful man really a friend to this one? How was he actually doing, being trapped to the ground. Was he panicking or just watching the fight? And Kvilde? Dragging her father along with one arm would be hard, but Gods be damned if he wouldn't do it in the same pace as he had done before. He hit the ground. A wave of pain went through him, quickly replaced by anger. Gods. This man just didn't give up. He had to congratulate him on his tenacity, that was true, because this was getting tiring. Well, maybe he could finish this, knock him out cold with one good kick. Very maybe.

He was in the right position. The man was trying to pry his way out. Well, he couldn't block a kick with his hands or with his sword. A kick would have to work. And so he tried to kick the man's head with most of his strength in his legs. Gods, this was getting tiring, he thought to himself, but still, anger fuelled him a bit.
''I don't have any quarrel with you!" he told the man for the third time as he kicked.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Lucio cursed and gave chase, sprinting after the retreating instigator.

 

[Phoonix]

Dara couldn't block the kick but he could divert it. He used his hand to push the barbarians foot to the side and instead of hitting his head it hit his shoulder. "Pain soured trough his arm, but he endured for this fight had been decided.
His sword was now pointing at the mans neck, and if he even moved an inch he wouldn't hesitate to stab.
"No wildman your quarrel is not with me, it's with this entire city." he said dara was clearly angry. "You are a fool, you attack one of the four and expect to walk away?" he spat onto the ground next to azshiirs face, not hitting it by an inch. "I should strike you down were you stand, you are however lucky that I am a forgiving man. now release this enchantment on my foot and apologize or you will find yourself lying in a trench!"

 

[Dragonson]

As Cepharys was making his escape he dropped two more triggered clockwork spheres, soon after creating a huge explosion seperating him from Lucio.
Smoke and magical residue filled the air, completely obscuring the fleeing man.

 

[Wolfe]

The enchantment was suddenly released, but not by Azshiir's doing. A great axe diverted Dara's blade, disarming him and causing the sword to slide along the road leading into the estate. The axe retreated, returning to the side of its owner. It was Iregar, the man Azshiir and Kvilde had been dragging around in a cart for the past few hours. His face, though covered in fresh and old battle wounds, appeared fairly revitalised. His eyes were deep and stormy, a shade of grey similar to his daughter's. Strands of his dark brown hair hung over his face in tangle mattes like jungle vines.

"Enough!"

This was his command as he smacked the axe's side against the Tahijan. The man had tremendous strength, probably attributed to his great arms and broad chest. Suddenly, he seemed a lot larger than when he was in the cart. Kvilde lingered behind her father, watching with intent.

------

As Cepharys reached the exit, seeing the lights of the city, a great purple haze descended upon him from the sky. The thick smog was terrifying, seeping through the mask and into the Remnant's mind. Suddenly, images began to appear. He saw visions of great beasts native to his shadowy homeland try to strike him. In one particular instance, a harpy with blood-red wings and razor sharp fangs appeared to grab Cepharys and bite into his neck, but alas, it was an illusion. Cepharys began to feel dizzy and that's when he began to feel the hands grab at his arms and a his glove taken off.

Lucio, in pursuit, was met by a similar fate. Instead, he saw home again. Fire and blood, savage daemons slaughtering one another. He even saw a pillar of arcane lightning native to his magical homeworld strike the ground beside him. Unlike Cepharys, he did not feel dizzy. Instead, he felt an object strike the back of his head and cause him to fall to his knees.

 

[Phoonix]

Dara was able to put his hands in front of him and pushed himself away from the axe. he was now once again standing next to Imyas. he sighed "One after the other... do you really want to be hunted by this city that much?" He said.

 

[Fussiler1]

The man had had him good, he had thought as he had looked upon the blade, though perhaps not good enough. He had supposed he could roll over, though it would've been somewhat of a gamble, but a gamble he had been willing to take. He hadn't been planning on losing the fight in any case and had been about to roll over and indeed put his plan in motion, even if it saw him dead. He had been, indeed, been about to do that, when the old man interrupted their little fight with ease.

He quickly stood up and wiped the dust off his clothes. Well, he had been rolling around in the dust, eh, he thought as watched it float down. However, this was interrupted by the realization that the old man was now absolutely fine. He turned around and stared at him. Gods, he was big. Taller than him and also definetly stronger. How could the Gods shape such a man, he found himself asking that question as he examined the man.

He quickly looked at Kvilde with a frown, to signify that he didn't really understand what just had happened before he turned to the man he had fought just a few seconds ago, his face stormy and not predicting much good.
''No, I mainly want to teach some manners to the people of this city. Especially this pompous prick. I did warn him what would happen if he didn't apologize.'' he said while he was picking up a piece of oakwood that he had dropped on the floor. Gods. The massacre, the quake, the showtrial, the quakes again. The man had just commented on a very, very wrong moment, he thought to himself.

 

[Dragonson]

Cepharys, trying to maintain balance, stuck his sword into the ground trying to use it as a cane.
His vision blurred more each second.
"Well this... was unexpected..."
He coughed as he spoke, the smog surrounding him feeling as if it was impeding his breathing.

 

[Phoonix]

Dara burst out in laughter. "Oh my... i truly do think our opinions of manners differ greatly here." he shook his head still laughing. "honestly... this is a joke."

 

[Fussiler1]

''It is the same principal as a grown-up disciplining a child with a piece of birch wood. I heard that happens a lot in your households.'' he told the man with a cold voice as he put the piece of oak wood back in his pouch. Gods, he needed a drink after this tiresome day, he thought to himself. He just felt tired now, extremely tired at that. Too many things had happened.. and it was late. Perhaps everything would be better tomorrow.

 

[Phoonix]

"Yet the city does not work like that wildman." Dara said. "This city has rules, and you will abide by them or be driven out. it is a very simple principal yet you seem unable to grasp it." he said mockingly.

 

[Wolfe]

Kvilde spoke, her tone abrupt and harsh. "Hunted? We come here seeking refuge and instead get treated like dogs. You call us savages? YOU are the savages. You might live in houses made from stone and kill with tools forged from metal, but you are selfish and murderous!" She was getting ready to continue when he father interrupted.

"Calm, bearchild. These are the people who speak with swords and think with ire and greed. We will be on our way," he said, turning away and guiding Kvilde back to the cart. "Will you come then, lifemaker?" He said. Lifemaker. A term that left Kvilde puzzled. "We understand rules, son of the sands. Ours are properly enforced, however."

------

Cepharys felt his sword leave his hands, and then his mask leave his face. Hands touched him all over, but never his chest. His ambushers dragged him by the feet now as Cepharys saw more visions. They seemed to real to him, and were even frightful at times. He was slowly losing consciousness.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

As the images of home assaulted his concious, Lucio roared.
"No! Never! I'll never go back!"
He clambered to his feet, reeling from the blow.
He snarled as he felt hands reach out for him, he struggled to throw them off, cursing and shouting in a foreign tongue.
"I'll kill you all!"

 

[Fussiler1]

''Constant provocation ought to be punished, and I was going to do that. They would not evict me for attacking someone after suffering many insults. That you ought to know. You might say that he is an important man, but evicting me from the city after I've played the little game for the Enchantress would be damaging for her prestige.'' he told the man, shaking his head in disappointment. To be honest, he was just making things up as he went along and he wasn't even sure if it worked like that in the city. He just made it up, even though he suspected this was actually in effect. He never could be sure though. Gods. He wanted to get out of here, into a warm bed. How had he missed those. Well, it was time to go, he guessed as he heard the old man silence his daughter. Bearchild? That was a rather odd name, he thought. Well, perhaps it was just a thing between them two.

He frowned as he heard the man call him Lifemaker. That.. was rather odd. Couldn't everybody of his kin do this, at least the ones that had magical potential, he thought as he looked at the vines. Well, perhaps it was just some title for shamans. His old man hadn't told him about it. He digged into his memory but he couldn't remember if the old man had actually called some of the shamans that had visited him that. Had they? Agh, he didn't know. What did it matter anyway? He wanted to get out of this place before more crazy stuff happened.

 

[Phoonix]

Dara laughed at the wildmans remark "evicting you would damage her prestige? you clearly do not understand this game. The enchantress insulted both you and me tonight, do you honestly think she cares for you? You were used as a tool a tool for her own pleasure."

 

[Dragonson]

Deciding that reistance was probably futile, Cepharys relaxed.
Might as well lose consciousness with a slight bit of gace.
And so he did.

 

[Wolfe]

Imyas was quite amused. His hand grabbed Dara's and he said: "They aren't worth it. Come, come, wait until you try my cook's chicken stuffing. I don't eat but my visitors rave about it."

 

[Phoonix]

"Yes, you are right Imyas." He turned around and followed The Ithuri towards his mansion.

 

[Arcisal]

Ernis was torn. The recent spectacle was certainly...unsurprising. He always had a feeling that sooner or later, the other ithuri, knowing how his own kin acts, especially towards other races, would be like. Combined with that temper of the wildmen. Thankfully, it was culled before anything "serious" could happen.

Two cut-offs, split after fighting. He looked towards Imyas and Dara and then to the two wildmen. For a while, Ernis simply stood there, gaping. He didn't know what to do now. If only he hadn't been banished!

Gaseir? Ernis turned to look again. Gone? Apparently his old mentor had disappeared before the real battle began. Of all times, when an ignorant ithuri had to select sides.

He glanced at the wildmen, their size gradually decreasing as they continued to walk off. They certainly wouldn't be able to bring themselves to accept and ithuri. He gave looked at Imyas and Dara, now heading the opposite direction as well. What was that he said about his cook? At once, he took off in a light jog to catch up with the ithuri.

 

[Wolfe]

OOC: Timeskip.

Cepharys and Lucio finally woke up. As they pried open their heavy eyes, they were welcomed by darkness of a wine cellar, the smell of wood and aging wine entering their nostrils. The cellar was quite small, their view dominated by two massive barrels on columns plugged by corks. On one side of the room there was a staircase and a pile of crates full of green wine bottles that were yet to be filled. They heard a quiet feminine groan coming from the corner. As they moved to find the source, only Lucio recognised her. There on the cold stone floor was Julianna Greythorn, the black-haired beauty who sat as part of The Four. She was beginning to wake up.

They noticed her manacles. They were not metal, nor any other well-known metal. They were bluesteel, and here in the wine cellar, all three had been shackled in the same metal. Cepharys assessed himself – where a glove should’ve been, there was skin and instead of a vest of hollow gemstones he wore a black linen shirt. Something on top of the bottle crates caught his eye. It was his mask.

------

A human servant poured a bubbling gold liquid into Dara and Ernis’ glasses. Imyas’ home was impeccable, an open parlour of endless archways and impressive art pieces, almost all of Imyas. In the place of windows were arches and balconies. This place was open and large, minimalist even. This grandiose place was a reflection of ithuri life – elaborate, grand and beautiful. Wide hallways and arching rooves helped to alleviate claustrophobia, the curse of most ithuri. Large square rooms had been setup for parties and the like, decorating with crystal chandeliers and woven carpets with various vitali on them. Brooms swept across the marble floors by themselves, furniture moved itself into position as Imyas and his guests arrived. Even the pillows mended themselves as others sat on them or moved them. It was an arcane marvel, it was superior and efficient. It was Imyas.

“Come, try this,” he said, motioning to their glasses. “It’s bacaurum, a sweet and salty wine made from aurum olives. I had it imported from Rulaan,” he added, almost with pride. In a way, he was showing off. He then looked at Ernis, looking him over. “You have quite a reputation, Ernis. Many of our people look upon you with contempt and disgust. Tell me, how has it felt being an outcast all of these years?”

------

The three wildmen had come to an alley in The Esplanade, the long corridor that led out from Hightown and into Lowtown or The Valerian Exchange. Iregar led them, his greataxe in a net of furs that hung from his lower backside. The narrow street was dark and deceitful, filled with puddles of something awful. They came to a door, Iregar’s huge fist knocked on it. There was a scuffle from within and a woman opened the door. She was middle-aged and chubby, but looked quite refined as if she’d been living in the city for a long time.

“Iregar!” She shouted, jumping up into his arms.
“Sister, it’s been a while.” He smiled. Kvilde interrupted.
“Who is this woman, father?”
“And you must be Kvilde!” She was beaming, embracing the stocky wildman woman in her wide arms. “I am Tiane, your aunt!”

Kvilde still looked baffled. Tiane opened the door, motioning for them all to come in. “And who is this fine fellow of the wilds?” Her shining ashen eyes examined Azshiir, intent on assessing whether he was a threat or not.

 

[Fussiler1]

This.. this was the old man's sister? Wow. He had expected another bloody giant, perhaps even taller than the old man himself. This was unexpected. There were more Wildmen than he knew of in this city, apparantly, though perhaps only Wildmen due to birth. He examined the woman that stood before him as she embraced her brother and niece. She didn't look at all like a woman who had once lived in the woods. Had she, actually? The more he looked at her, the more he began to doubt that. Well, still, she was the old man's sister, so she probably had. How come she now lived in the city? Well, perhaps she was like him, except she had settled down. That was most likely, he guessed, though he hadn't thought that any Wildman would ever settle down in these lands. He had been proven more than once already wrong today.

He looked at Kvilde as she was being fondled by the woman, her face in surprise and astonishment at the fact that she had an aunt. Had the old man never told her he had a sister? Hah, whatever he had or hadn't told, it was still a funny sight. He grinned at her as she was being pressed against the chubby woman. Good that he could still grin, he thought to himself, but gods, he hoped that his grin wouldn't come back to haunt him. Mainly in the form of Kvilde's wrath. As soon as she had seen his amusement and he had realized this, he quickly wiped it off his face, before turning around to step inside as the door opened. However, before the door stood the woman, examining him. He looked at her for a moment as she asked who he was, before he a bit awkwardly put his hand out, not sure how to greet someone besides that, and started speaking; ''My name is Azshiir.. ma'am?'' he said, hoping to all the Gods that he had used the right closing word.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Lucio came to quickly enough, taking in his gloomy surroundings with a strange curiosity and suprisingly calm expression. This changed however, when he caught sight of his captive sister. He cursed, bit his lip and pinched his brow irritably. ''What. The. Fuck. Is. She. Doing. Here'' he whispered, voice hoarse and laced with venom.

 

[sanofa]

OOC : Wow, Zenon's completely ignored

 

[Arcisal]

Ernis took a while to digest the question. He was gaping, no marveling, at the noble's home. Big enough to fit a hundred parties and well-stocked to keep them going for weeks. This encompassed his homeland more than enough, above and beyond in every way.

He finally snapped back to his questioner. From the slight frown, he could tell he was already finding him...unfit, like another "inferior" race. No matter.

"Outcast? Perhaps you misunderstand me. I am an innovator. And I certainly do take pride in my work which I had discovered, was not widely...accepted among my people. Do you yourself find contempt in my experiments?" He took the comment well. Ernis was sure he managed to hide any irritation against this ithuri well enough.

His home matched Imyas perfectly well. Like the place, Imyas was above and beyond Ernis' kin. Like ithuri, Imyas was a genius even by ithuri standards. But his arrogance was akin to the size of his home, just like the pride of ithuri which Imyas certainly precedes.

 

[Phoonix]

Dara was marveled by the estate, The many arches and colors, the grandiose nature of the entire building, it just screamed of Ithuri pride. the art was... questionable, it however once again showed how proud Ituri actually were. what also seemed to dazzle dara was the obvious waste of magical energy, it was a little bit to efficient and perfect for his tastes but it once again lived up to Ithuri standards.

after looking around the estate he turned his atention to the wine. He held his nose above his glas, sniffing up the various smells that his wine produced. he could smell the rough taste of the olives mixed with the lush yet dry soil from the vineyards and the freshness of the salty sea of Rulaan. in between the rough smells there was the sweet and soft taste of honey and sugarberries.
He placed the glass against his lips and took a small sip of the wine, swirling it around in his mouth with his tongue. The salty taste spread in his mouth doused by the bitter taste of the olives, after this the taste of all the things that were sweetest in life filled his mouth. as he swallowed a burning sweet and warm taste was left in the back of is mouth.

He once again placed the glass against his lips and took another sip, the whole sensation repeating itself.
"I must say Imyas, this is one very good wine."

OOC: cutesy of fuss, i hope this is an extensive enough description of wine for your tastes.

 

[Wolfe]

OOC : Wow, Zenon's completely ignored

OOC: He's with Imyas, Ernis and Dara right? You haven't posted since Gaseir disappeared.


"No need to be so formal!" She exclaimed, welcoming the wildman in. She looked at her brother, examining him, then Kvilde, then Azshiir. “Now, I take it you didn’t come here for a family reunion. What troubles you, my brother?”

Iregar sighed. What he had to say was obviously not very easy, but alas, he had to say it. “I take it you know what is happening near Cethynia?” He said, poison in his voice as he mentioned the kingdom of the Fey Folk.
“We are well aware of what is happening.” She nodded, waiting for her brother to continue.
“The Fey aren’t hunting us down as a game. They have a purpose,” he looked down, almost as if he was afraid. He looked up again. “I don’t know what they want from us. But I know that your husband does.”

She savoured this for a bit. She knew something, but was trying hard to hide it. There was a brief pause, the silence in the air disrupted by trotting of horses on the Esplanade. “You want me to ask? To simply wake him from his slumber and muster your answers like some messenger? Brother, the Archdruid is dormant for a very good reason.” Tiane was nearly yelling. The request her brother made was clearly impossible, or perhaps Tiane did not wish for her brother to find out.

Iregar fell silent.

------

Imyas let Ernis’ words sink in. “I have no contempt for your work, young Ernis. No, no, rather… I see an opportunity. I see you doing a lot more than shunning the tradition of our brethren. I see your name uttered on the lips of all the races across the world. If I told you I could give you the world, would you believe me?” His speech was rather inspiring, especially to an impressionable ithuri such as Ernis. Imyas wanted Ernis desperately, and perhaps it’d take a little more than some promising words to convince him.

“I know, right?” He was satisfied with Dara’s compliment.

------

Julianna came too, breaking the haze of drowsiness. "Ugh, Lucio?"

 

[Dragonson]

Cepharys looked around. He stared at his mask, realizing that any further attempt to hide his identity from these people was futile.
Then he realized that he was bound.
"...manacles."
He started roaring aloud, throwing his body from side to side in an attempt to get free.
His shoulders slammed into anything nearby, his eyes flaring brightly with rage-green.
"GET. THESE. THINGS. OFF. ME!"

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Lucio continued to frown for a moment, before realizing whom she was addressing.
He nodded stiffly.
''Yes... It is I... Lucio,'' he acknowledged, the name slipping uncomfortably off his tongue. He paused for a moment, suppressing his previous emotional outburst and sighed, averting his flint like eyes.
''I thought I told you to retire,'' he stated bluntly, evidently far from happy to see her.
He turned from her quickly, startled by the remnant's outburst.
His shock quickly turned into all too evident disdain as he realized who else shared their makeshift dungeon.
'Oh,' he said simply.
'It's you.'

 

[Wolfe]

Julianna sighed. Someone had bested her - she didn't know how, she didn't know why, but all she could remember was the smoke; the purple mist that engulfed her and choked her. Then hands; lots of hands. Touching her, dragging her, carrying her. She shook her head. "I did," she said, her voice weary. "Then there was this purple smoke."

She looked over at Cepharys, attempting to fix her eyes so she could see him. Despite her efforts, the dark bested her.

 

[Dragonson]

Cepharys seemed to completely ignore the two of them.
His roaring became louder, slowly losing any hint of an actual voice behind it.
"LET ME OUT OF THESE THINGS, RIGHT NOW!"

 

[Fussiler1]

Azshiir only listened as the two quabbled, restraining his mouth from falling open. The.. Was the Archdruid here, or had he horribly misunderstood them? Why was the Archdruid here, in this city? In this terrible city, instead of in his kin's lands? Why did he prefer to slumber out of the wilds? Gods, it didn't make much sense to him. He had learned a lot about him, about the connection between man and earth, and how that was maintained. That had created the image of him being in the woods, instead of this city, where rock prevented growth and everything eventually rotted and died. Gods, why here? Was it safer, or something similiar? He froze for a second as he heard them talk further.

Was that woman the wife of the Archdruid? Gods. Gods, this day was getting stranger by the second. He looked at Kvilde with a frown - that woman certainly had an.. extraordinary family. Gods. A giant as father, and as aunt the wife of the Archdruid! How likely was this, even? And.. he thought back a second. Had the old man actually been fearful? Even if it was for just one second? The situation was perhaps worse than Kvilde had described it, he thought to himself, bitter. He understood why the Archdruid couldn't be woken, but this was an extraordinary situation.

After the conversation fell dead and silence ruled through the room, Azshiir looked around.

''Surely the Archdruid.. has been called on before? Is there no way to seek guidance without disturbing the connection?'' he asked, though it wasn't as much as a question as a thought spoken out loud. Surely, there had to be a way? There had been disasters before in the history of his kin. Surely, one or two had come to ask for guidance and received answer? Agh, he was only guessing here. He didn't actually know anything for sure, because he had learned only the theoretical things about being an Archdruid. Gods, he hoped there was such a way. And gods, he also hoped he hadn't just said something incredibly foolish. After the fight between the giant and the chubby woman, he was sure that getting on her bad side was not a good thing. At all.

 

[sanofa]

Blood splatted everywhere. Screams could be heard. Two figures getting killed by overwhelming amount of other figures. And a man with crimson eyes, stood back, hands covering the remnant human, and then, their enemy attacked, and they fell before they know it. A figure stepped up, and then, it killed all the other figures, leaving a bloody scene behind. A child who seemed like he was forced to do slave work, stood in the middle of the lifeless bodies. Its hands filled with blood, it eyes filled with rage, and the last figure standing, got torn off to pieces.

Zenon woke up from his dream, sweat coming from his forehead, and it seems like he was in a dark place. "Am I still... in that place?" Zenon asked himself, and slowly stood up. Though he staggered, he forced his way out of the area, and a little light was seen. Blood was seen, coming down from his forehead. "Looks like I collapsed..." Zenon said, holding his injured arm. He looked around, and nobody was in sight. I guess I should find my employer, aka Ernis. Zenon thought, as he slowly walked to the roof, slowly walking through the massive boulders. When he reached the top, his eyes turned crimson red. A body was laying dead beside him, still breathing, but his hunger took over him. He sank his teeth into the man's neck, and blood spilled out of the wound, and before he knew it, he suck dry of the man's blood. Zenon stood up, facing the bright moon. His injuries recovered, as if it did not exist, and when it was finished, he jumped rooftops to rooftops, in hope of searching Ernis.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Lucio waved a hand at his sister.
''Save your excuses, I care not for the how only the why. Why was someone of your power, talent and station, taken, without resistance?'' he smirked.
'I must confess, I find myself a little disappointed'.
He turned then to the eccentric man raising his voice above the din of his own, ''I think they've heard you. I also think you're wasting your breath. Now. Shut. Up.''

 

[Wolfe]

“He was disturbed when the Fey became aggressive,” she replied, anger in her voice. Obviously something had insulted her. “But I will not do it again.” She said, turning to Iregar. “Hilmur is the Archdruid now, brother. He has a responsibility to this world and the realms of nature. We cannot keep severing that connection!” She was yelling now.

Iregar was tired by then. “I present to you, my dear sister, the one called lifemaker.” He said, his hand lazily waving in Azshiir’s direction. “If we can’t wake the damned bastard up, we’ll send someone in to get the answers we need.”

Kvilde’s lips quivered. “Why him?”

Iregar smiled and turned to Azshiir. “Because the lifemaker is born only once in every generation, my bearchild. A shaman greater than any other of the Shamankind; a warrior of the wilds ready to take up the mantle whenever it is needed.”

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Julianna sneered at her brother. “I could say the same about you, brother.” She turned to Cepharys, his pleas were desperate, but also very annoying. “Will you shut up? You sound like a swine about to be gutted,” she said. She couldn’t help but smile at her own insult.

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Zenon wandered, finally picking up on a familiar scent. In amongst trees and the sweet scent of flowers was the smell of Ernis. It could be traced to a large estate which could be seen from the rooftops. Now that his hunger was sated, his body began to feel warm again, and his legs and arms felt stronger and quicker.

 

[sanofa]

Zenon landed at the big entrance of the estate, and could hear voices booming from the building. He withdrew his blade, and slowly opened the door.

 

[Dragonson]

Cepharys turned his head to Julianna.
Panic was shining brightly in his eyes.
"YOU! YOU WERE THERE! You... You put me in these! This is revenge, isn't it?!
I'll kill you... I'LL KILL YOU I SWEAR! GET ME FREE!"

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Lucio completely ignored the mad man's ramblings as a small smile began to form in response to Julianna's words.
''Ah... There's my bitchy little sister. I was beginning to think I'd lost her,'' he chided.
''You had me worried''

 

[Arcisal]

His response was nothing short of surprising, especially coming from one whose arrogance can fill his estate.

"Your response no doubt surprises me, in a good way of course." he said with a smile. "The world? I don't need the world. It does not concern me and neither does it me. My brethren shun me and I do not hold any grudge against my own, my work is after all, for them."

Ernis stood up, holding his wine glass in his careful hands. He walked to the edge of one of the many balconies that overlooked an impressive orchid, filled with a thousand species of fruit and crop, all varying in color and shape. "One thing you do have." Ernis took in the fresh air, the smell of fresh fruit and spices mixed in the refreshing breeze.

He turned back towards Imyas. "But before that. Name what you wish of me. Last time I decided to help one of my kin, he disappeared, not that I have any complaints after he left me with you." A small smile was on his face, not a smirk, but a youthful smile.

 

[Fussiler1]

He had initially frozen as the old man had pointed at him. Lifemaker, why was that so special? Were not all of his kind capable of creating life? Was that not the true advantage of natural magic, of being truly in connection with the earth, with nature itself? To create from nothing? Was that not so? He had been taught that by his master at least. He had thought everybody could do so. Had he been wrong? Was that why the man had called him Lifemaker, as if it was something special? Or was that merely a title? Gods, this was confusing. He was now told he was strongest in his art, but hadn't that fight with the man earlier disproven his strength? He had lost against a man who was incapable of magic, even. Honestly, this Lifemaker business sounded a bit like some kind of folktale. Still, he would like being one of the strongest of his generation. Maybe he was, even if he had fought a draw with the man earlier. If the old man said it.. no, stop. He was getting arrogant.

Also, where was he supposed to get answers from? What was meant with 'going in'? Gods. Were.. were they planning for him to enter the Archdruid's slumbering mind to get answer? It sounded crazy. No, that would be impossible, for any kind of magic over the wide world. How coud one enter another one's mind? Surely that was impossible? Also, how would he get answers from a slumbering man without waking hm up? Gods, he must've misunderstood everything horribly. It sounded ridicilous. He hoped so at least, before he looked around one last time to check their reactions. He wasn't sure what to think of what he saw.

''Well, I suppose I'll do it, then.'' he said with a deep frown. He still wasn't completely sure wether what it did or did not involve, but whatever would happen.. well, he hoped to the gods that he would come out of everything that was about to happen alright. If not.. well, then he did it for a good cause, though that thought made him more nervous than the other. Gods, if these people really thought he had a better shot at this than the others, he would do it, even if it would possibly involve some strange business. By the gods, he would.

 

[sanofa]

Zenon heard multiple voices inside the building. He stood beside the door, and cast a lightning spell that can disturb lightning machines. He cast it on the building, and he readied his blade.

 

[Arcisal]

Zenon heard multiple voices inside the building. He stood beside the door, and cast a lightning spell that can disturb lightning machines. He cast it on the building, and he readied his blade.

What are you doing? Aren't you with us?

 

[sanofa]

What are you doing? Aren't you with us?

OOC : Yes, but his at the entrance, readying.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC : Yes, but his at the entrance, readying.

redying for what? we're just talking oO

 

[Arcisal]

Exactly.

In case you didn't read the rest of the posts, I followed Imyas (ithuri guy) to his estate with Dara (Phoonix) after a council/execution was sabotaged by a masked man (Drag).

By the way, this isn't an anime. It isn't normal for people to lie on rooftops thinking about their lives or jumping 20 stories into the air.

 

[Wolfe]

Suddenly, light filled the corner of the room. The door creaked wide open, revealing what looked to be a shop counter; a bottle of red wine was on display. A man closed the door, removing all light from the room and descended the flight of stairs carefully. It was an ithuri, covered head to toe in dark attire. He wore a scarlet tunic with long, open sleeves that concealed his hands and similarly coloured skirt that ran to his soles. He was a familiar face, someone from the Ministry Halls. It occurred to them as he came closer – it was Gaseir, his face painted with that ridiculous old smile.

“Hello children!” He exclaimed, taking Cepharys’ mask into his hands. “Such a handsome young Remnant, why hide your face behind this silly old thing?” He said, throwing it into the darkness. “I hope the manacles aren’t too uncomfortable,” he said, completely honest with his sentiments.

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Imyas looked over the balcony, watching his estate, then the beautiful city that lay beyond his fenced land. “I need a pioneer, Ernis. A man who can reset the boundaries; a man who can help bring this city into a new age.” He almost sounded sentimental, but that was impossible. This man was devious. He was scheming for something. Was it death? Was it a revolt? Questions, more questions, no answers.

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Iregar smiled. Tiane was not so happy. “… well then, follow me ‘Lifemaker’.” She led him to a rug. She shoved it over with her foot, revealing the outlines of a door. She took a moment and waved her hand upward, as if commanding some bird to fly into the sky. The door creaked and opened, flipping over as it popped. Underneath the door was stone.

She took them down a flight of stairs illuminating by flames, through a winding stone corridor that led to another stone blockade. She turned to Azshiir. “I have enchanted it so that only the Lifemaker can open it. Go,” she motioned, issuing him the challenge. Obviously, she still wasn’t convinced.

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The door opened silently, leading Zenon to a beautiful foyer that led to two granite staircases. A crimson carpet lined the floor before the stairs and vases of various plants were lined upon each step.