Fantasy Darkness Rising (NEED PLAYERS)

[Vampiricdoll]

Gelinyon, a drow of old and current elder of Mount Fith approaches one of his comrades slowly. Arx, a Changeling and just like him, an elder and currently resides at the meeting table, reading from a book of religion.

“Hello Arx,” The old elf greets, creakily and sluggishly sitting down beside her. The changeling lifts her empty eyes from the pages to meet his, and greets him with a kind, “Hello,” in return, though her face lie empty of emotion.

“I’ve come to discuss with you about our problem at hand.” He groaned, resting his old hands on the stone table in front of them both. “I understand you have been reading books of various religions? I pray you’ve found something of value that will assist in our dilemma.”

“I’m afraid not,” she replied, closing the book and placing it on the table. “All of what we have in out collection, all mention the beast from below. The Leviathan. However, none of them ever mention a weakness.” She shook her head in slow disappointment. “The closest I’ve come to finding one is in the book of Aoplothos, but you understand it is--”

“Missing chunks, yes.” The drow finished, stroking his white beard in thought. “Perhaps we must find the missing pages.” He suggested. “We could have the party search for them and once we find a solution, they can head to find it and slay it.”

Arx agreed and stood up from her seat, helping the old man from his as well.

“I will gather council and send out urgent requests of meeting. We must find a fix to this and quickly. I’m not sure how long it will stay sleeping.”

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[Vampiricdoll]

Rubea and her teacher have traveled far from Lal Mythel to meet up with the elders. They and two elven guards escort them up the stony path towards the ruins. Rubea’s interest is peaked as a large blue flame is lit on top of the ruins.

“Master?” She asked. “What does that blue fire represent?” She questioned, keeping her eyes upon the fire, nearly tripping over the uneven path.

Her Master, Orist Faephine, smiled kindly at her and replied, pointing his staff it it’s direction. “It represents that a meeting of great important is in session. We’re not there yet, but easier to light it beforehand so everyone is out of the way.” He chuckled. He looked back at the elven guards who were also entranced by the signal. He seemed amused.



Rubea and Orist made it up the mountain, the air turning from a humid air to a heavy chill and a stinging wind hitting their faces. The ruins were quite decayed, some walls caved in and the elder’s flags were tattered and torn. Moss and algae climbed the cobblestone and pillars, decorating it with a green sheen. As they entered through the deteriorating arch way, they were greeted by one of the elders. An old white dragonborn, covered with a grey shaw.

“Welcome.” She greeted, her voice raspy and grinding on the ears. Despite the vile tone to her voice, you could tell she was welcoming you with genuine kindness. “Orist, please take a seat with your prodigee at the meeting table.” She asked of them both. Rubea and her master walked past her with a nod of understanding and approached the table.

In the middle was the large pit of blue fire, and around the pit was a round table, hollowed out in the middle. It and the chairs surrounding it were also stone, however decorated and carved to be comfortable. Rubea and Orist took a seat and waited patiently as the elven guards stood behind them, standing guard. The two of the discussed magic as the waited for the arrival of the other possible party members.

 

[Proletariat]

Torston stood away from the table, leaning back against a stone pillar. He was not a part of planning this meeting, which would be obvious to anyone who knew him. Nobody was disarmed or searched, the participants were allowed to bring trained fighters with them to the meeting. It was a security disaster, which is why Torston washed his hands of the meeting from the beginning when he heard the elders discussing it. In the back of his mind, the guardian knew that he and the elders could probably defeat any threat that presented itself, but Torston always liked to craft the situation to allow the least amount of danger as possible. For people so convinced of the rise of some grand evil, they sure as hell didn't plan for any contingencies with this open invitation meeting to strangers. But what do I know? I'm just the security expert. Torston thought.

Granted, he was one such stranger that they invited to meet them five years ago. He remembered that day in particular. He was alone with a bunch of old crazy magic users that seemed like paranoid conspiracy theorists at the time. He only accepted the job to run away from a previous failure that led to a death of one of his clients.. Since then, the elders showed him things that changed his mind about the growing darkness in the world. He saw things grotesque and powerful that he never imagined could or should exist. And they said it was only getting worse over time. More work for him. He only hoped that they would let him plan future missions. The elders were incredibly wise and gifted in the ways of magic, but they did not know the first thing about managing and executing a military operation.

Torston's eyes remained peeled, tracking the newcomers as they entered the ruined meeting place. They were greeted by elder Hayassa. A relative youngster by the other elders' age standard. A young woman accompanied by an older man with two elven guard. He felt confident that he could kill the girl and the old man before they laid a hand on Hayassa, but someone else would have to deal with the guards. No messy area magic attacks could be used, or else he risked hurting his client. Torston did not necessarily enjoy having vivid plans about murdering everyone he met, but it came as part of his job to protect someone. They could have the luxury of being carefree because he was always watching and planning for the worst case scenario.

 

[GamerCarrot]

Lydia had only just walked into the stone ruins where she was instructed to meet the other people she would soon be travelling with, before opening the doors she dusted off any dirty that may have been on her body from the long and exhausting walk up the mountain and brushed her fingers through her blonde hair to look presentable and not a complete mess.

Placing her hands on the door she pushed them open to reveal the stone interior, she stood there amazed for a while just fascinated with the architecture on the inside. To her it was incredible she was so used to seeing the same old types of buildings day in and day out to her this was like a breath of fresh air, stepping inside she took the time to admire everything around her not quite noticing the three other people with in the room at that time. By the time she had taken it all in she finally noticed the other people with in the room it felt weird to her as only two people were really speaking to each other, the other man however was away from the others which she found a little curious but shrugged it off just thinking it was he was just keeping watch so that someone didn't try and attack any elders.

Before she could really move in she was greeted by Hayassa, who gestured over to where the others were sitting and told Lydia to go take a seat and wait for the others to arrive. Lydia smiled and said a polite thank you to Hayassa before heading over the round table, pulling out a chair and sitting down away from the others currently sitting. Lydia was surprised to see others within the room, well not too surprised she knew she wasn't going to be the only one to receive a letter to be summoned to this place in particular, she had only just left her home town so it was a little strange for her to be so far from home. But so far she was quite enjoying herself even with the current situation on their hands, unfortunately Lydia herself didn't know much about the matter since she was practically sheltered in her community but she did know that the reason that they had been summoned was of great importance.

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Inigo sat on top of a large stone arch. With his trusty lute Avaricebron in his hands, Inigo strummed a simple tune. It was just a way to give the area a bit of a warmer atmosphere. Looking at the assembled people. Inigo pondered how each of them would act on their little quest. The only reason Inigo had come along was because they promised him money and a good story.

He had come here after playing a midnight show. The people of Hamlenn sure did enjoy his music. They kept asking him for encore after encore. While Inigo wouldn't say he didn't have fun, he was exhausted after that. It must have been after that when one of the elders approached him. The one with the beard. Was it odd that Inigo could remember his name? He told Inigo that he knew who his mother was and begged for his help. Inigo took great measures to hide the fact his mother was the Magic Goddess Laeyla. Those followers of hers would just try and worship him. A life in a gilded cage was still in a cage. So Inigo took off after training with his mother. The lot down below him seem to be discussing something important.

 

[Eliasdagood]

Namorae walks up the mountain path, the hood of her black cloak covering most of her face. She wears her black leather armor underneath, just in case someone decides to smite her. Again. Unfortunately, that’s something that happens quite a lot once she’s recognized.

Still, someone ventured all the way to Elongate to seek her out, so by her measure she should at least hear these people out. It took a while to convince her father that this isn’t some kind of trap, and he still insisted that she not take any risks, and come armed and armored.

Of course, he’ll know about it if anything goes wrong. She thinks to herself, touching the pendant of her necklace. For the sake of these people, she hopes they don’t attack, unless they’re prepared for a rather powerful vampire to attack.

She enters the decrepit stone building, and looks around with dark scarlet eyes, taking note of every creature in the room. She doesn’t say anything yet, simply makes her presence known with a wave, and goes to sit down.

 

[Rumble Fish]

Nairna MacCinidh
Location: Entrance to Mounth Fith
Interacting with: (Open to interaction)
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"'S ann a gheibhte 'n taigh d'athar-s', Cinn is cnamhan an éisg, Hì rì hoireann ó, hì rì hoireann ó..." The Wulver crooned under her breath as she made her way up the rocks, towards the stone pillar. Between her teeth was a strand of wheat that she had been chewing on for the last couple of hours. A traveller, she did not have much in terms of currency and it had been a while since her last proper meal as she had no luck finding any rivers or lakes to fish. She chewed in the wheat in an attempt to curb her hunger. She could not show any form of weakness around these creatures. Warriors do not show weakness, that's what Kensuke said. Nairna had made her way up the mountain alone, diverting her route as to avoid contact with any of the others who were sure to come to this meeting.

She did not have much knowledge about exactly where she was going or for what purpose. All she knew was that it must have been important. And... she had spent the last two years of her life wandering from place to place aimlessly with no real goal. Not that she didn't like it. She loved having the freedom to go where she pleased and do whatever she wanted without having to answer to a master or anybody else. So why she was coming here, where both her freedom and solitude were probably going to be challenged she did not quite understand. She had initially been confused as to why they would seek out a Wulver like herself, given that her kind did not exactly have the best reputation. Maybe she was just curious. And bored.

Once she got to the entrance, Nairna stopped to take in everything. There were so many scents for the Wulver to take in at once that it was quite jarring. She had to take a moment. But just as she was about to make her way inside, she felt her stomach growl, making the Wulver sigh and look down towards it. Why couldn't just stop for a few minutes until this is over?

"Och ... Dìreach sàmhach mar-thà! Tha thu a bhith ro àrd!*" She grumbled outwardly, not really caring if anyone was actually paying attention or not. She took the winskin from around her shoulder and took a long drink of the mix of wine and brandy that was contained in it. The warm liquid slithered down her gullet and into her empty stomach, feeling as though she had just swallowed a hot coal, "A-nis bi sàmhach.**" she grumbled as she went in.

She kept her view diverted from others as she went to sit down. She was aware that she stood out, being the only creature here to not resemble anything close to human as well as being 7ft tall. She sat down, her nose still twitching as she took everything in. She sighed as she sat patiently, still looking around with her ears flickering.

Translations:
*Och ... Just be quiet already! You're being too loud!
** Now be quiet.​

 

[HaruAketchi]

As Gotthard ascended the great stone stairs, his ears were greeted by a soft tune. With a few more steps up, the large blue flame came into view, deepening the hallowed feeling he got as he grew closer to his destination.

The peak of the mountain was high, so high that looking up one could not find a single bird.
I suppose its time I got rid of my fear of heights anyway. He thought to himself.

With a few more steps Gotthard had reached the top of the mountain, placing his hand upon the door and slowly opening it. Upon entry he surveyed his soon to be comrades, pondering on which of those would survive the quest they would soon embark.

What good could a bard do in the heat of battle? Gotthard mused, as he silently approached the table and took a seat next one known as Lydia. Gotthard sat silently for a bit, slowly stroking the handle of his blade.

I hope that one isn't trouble, Gotthard turned his head toward the man standing in the corner, eyeing him for a moment. In any case, he assumed that the elders knew what they were doing summoning this group of people, and hoped that the meeting would soon begin.

Gotthard turned his head to the woman sitting next to him, his white hair brushing down against the front of his chest plate.
"Are you aware of the purpose for the summons?"

GamerCarrot

 

[Vampiricdoll]

Rubea and Orist sat, conversing about spells. Rubea was still, as mentioned, a novice and she wanted to learn as much as she could from her teacher.
"Okay so, major healing spells drain the magic user of energy?" She thought out loud. "What happens if you run out of that energy?" She asked him. He shrugged and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Let's hope that never happens." He smiled and stood up from his chair. "I'll return shortly, just thought I'd make myself friendly with the new arrivals." Rubea shot up from her seat, ignoring his reply to her questions and decided to do the same.

Orist's eye actually caught the Wulver, a humanoid wolf who seemingly was alone. He approached her, and greeted with a bow. "Greetings friend." He said, hoping she could understand him. Many of the Wulver he has met spoke in their native tongue and did not understand common speech. If that was the case, it was quite lucky that he could speak many dialects to avoid the confrontation from being awkward. "My name is Orist, I'm a master druid hailing from Lal Mythel." He introduced himself.
Rumble Fish

Rubea explored the room for a few minutes, not truly knowing who to speak to first. There was a stern looking fellow, older and obviously stoic from his facial expression. She wanted to avoid him, as he gave her looks of warning. Then there was a human. Blonde hair and wearing quite the outlandish thing. She could be interesting to speak to, but wasn't sure. There was a Dhampir, a Wulver which her teacher went to converse with, and a half-elf who was speaking to the human from before. She was lost and wasn't good at making her own decisions. She went to go sit back down in her seat and wait for her teacher.

 

[Mmetafour]

Had it been a meeting in his own hometown Io probably would have been on time, but because almost every step up the stony mountain path was filled with things he'd never seen before outside the dusty pages of a book, he was preoccupied every few feet. The stone cloth robe he wore swayed slightly in the chilly wind as he bent down on the side of the path to examine a growth of mushrooms. He let out a half chuckle, reaching up and pulling his glasses over his eyes. "Incredible....Nosferim Aud Couirum! I can't believe it....." He mused happily at the little things before adjusting his bag against his back and standing back up again, facing the blue flame atop the ruins. He rested his glasses back on his forehead, sitting them just above his goggles and sighed. Doctor Youlber would have loved this.

How well known is the good doctor that he be invited to a place like this anyway? Io wondered, completing the rest of the path to the ruins atop the mountain. He slowly entered the decrepit and tattered meeting hall, turning his body as his eyes caught the mystifying sight of the ancient moss covered archway. "woah...." he whispered to himself, Touching one of the stone pillars gently. He slowly began making his way around the perimeter of the room, inspecting each crack and tear of the stone and cloth tapestries of old he came across.

 

[Rumble Fish]

Nairna MacCinidh
Location: Mounth Fith
Interacting with: Vampiricdoll
Mentions: Mmetafour

Nairna was taking another drink from her wineskin when a stranger approached her. She turned her head to face him, seeing he was an Elf who seemed to be in his forties, but from what she knew about Elves, she knew he was truly older. He then greeted her politely in a tongue that made Nairna dart her yellow eyes a little in anxiety. She could speak in another tongue, the same as his but she only had a vocabulary of about a hundred words or so.

"Oh mo mhàthair...*" she mumbled under her breath before a sharp *hic* from the wine. She looked at the Elf as he formally introduced himself as Orist Faephine. She blinked a few times as she tried to think of the right words to respond with. It took her a few moments for her to figure it out but after that time, she thought she had it.

"My... name is Nairna MacCinidh." she answered slowly and deliberately to make herself sound as clear as possible. Despite this, she still spoke in a distinctly thick Scottish burr, but she hoped that it was still clear enough for the man to understand. She could not help but feel quite out of place here. But she had only been here a few minutes. She figured she should give it time before making a full decision on what to think.

She blinked as one of her ears flicked back to the sound of someone's voice. She turned to see a young man, in his twenties admiring the tapestries around the stone. She blinked a few times as she looked around for herself. It was quite a marvel but she could not focus for long as Orist was still standing there.

"...Pleasure." she said to him with a brief nod, really unsure as to what to say to him next. She just looked at him waiting for his response.

Translations:
*Oh my mother...​

 

[GamerCarrot]

As Lydia sat there she admired the blue flame in the room practically lost in its glow until a voice spoke up that took her out of her trance. Turning her head to the man next to her, she took the time to admire the mans armour as well as his long hair.

After taking the time to see who was addressing her she shook her head "As far as I'm aware we had all received an important message about some evil" she said while moving to sit up straight "I'm not too aware on the details however I assumed the Elders would tell us once everyone had arrived" she looked around the room too see more had gathered when she had zoned out to listen to the music playing and admiring the fire.

She turned her attention back to the man next to her, slightly turning in her seat to hold out her hand towards him "My name is Lydia by the way, Lydia Thorne and you are?" she asked politely yet with a slight curious tone to her voice. She had yet to go up and introduce herself to everyone else in the room but since they were all talking amongst themselves she didn't exactly want to interrupt them by butting into their conversations, she also figured there would be time for introductions after the meeting had concluded.

HaruAketchi

 

[HaruAketchi]

"I see." Gotthard said in response to Lydia, "So you are just as perplexed as I."

Gotthard glanced around the room once more, shifting idly in his seat.
I do indeed wish they would get a move on.

Pulling him out of his thoughts on boredom, was the woman next to him speaking once more.
"Lydia? That is a fine name." Gotthard said as he extended his and in return, offering a firm shake. "I am Gotthard Twinblade, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Gotthard appraised the woman whose hand he shook, checking for any obvious reason why the elders would have invited her. Unable to find one his mind drifted back to the bard, whose tune hard caressed his ear, endlessly curious as to his purpose here as well.

"So, a dragonslayer? A great mage? What made the elders select you to come to this summit?"

GamerCarrot

 

[GamerCarrot]

"A pleasure to meet you Gotthard." Lydia said with a gentle smile.

As Gotthard asked his question she look at him confused, why was she of all people here? Was it because of her family or more simply because of her combatant capabilities? She sat there and thought about it for a bit before rubbing the back of her neck and shrugging her shoulders "It could be many reasons, my family, my knowledge of demons or my fighting skills" she leaned back slightly in her seat "I may not look like a typical warrior but I'm quick on my feet and I know how to handle myself in combat."

Lydia looked over Gotthard from just a glance she could tell her was probably here for combat reasons too but that was only figured out by his armour and weapons, but she didn't want to just assume that is what he was here for. For all she knew he could be a mage that just wore more protection "And what about you? What made the elders choose you?"

HaruAketchi

 

[Hal lucination]

Navum slowly entered the building. He looked around, seeing all the people around the room. He slowly stepped up and took a seat at the table on the other side of Lydia. He was still confused at why he was invited to this meeting; it wasn’t like he had anything to offer. His skill with a sword was hardly legendary, and even his special abilities he was born with should be nothing compared to the magic of the elders. His hand shimmered, then turned into a black claw. Navum did that sometimes when he got nervous. He willed the claw to turn back into his hand. It did.

 

[Eliasdagood]

Namorae glances over at Navum, and raises an eyebrow as she sees his hand. Another creature of darkness? Hm. This should be interesting. The Dhampir thinks to herself, and offers him a small wave, nodding to the chair next to her.

Her scarlet eyes study him curiously, and after some thought, she removes her hood, showing her pale skin and pointed ears. She might as well, since the Wulver has gotten no odd glances. Still, there are some differences, namely that most Dhampir take a bit too much after their vampiric kin for most people’s general comfort.

H Hal lucination

 

[Hal lucination]

Navum snapped out of his contemplation long enough to notice Namorae. He got up and sat next to her, wondering why she waved. “Hey,” Navum waved back. “I’m Navum. What’s your name?”

Eliasdagood

 

[Trashboi]

Mt. Fith was never a place Elidyr intended to visit. There were too many people who knew too many things, and he was not one to take chances. However, a summons like this cannot be ignored no matter how chilling it seemed. As he ascends the stairs, a feeling of dread crashes over him like a wave. He could faintly make out the voices of others in the meeting.
"I'm late.. Wonderful....."
His mood only soured more at the thought. He was not only a tall, lanky, masked creature, but a late one at that. Elidyr contemplated turning back, not wanting to face the possible ridicule. Taking a silent breath, he steeled his nerves and ascended the last few stairs to face the crowd. Scanning the area before taking the first empty seat he could find.

 

[Eliasdagood]

Namorae smiles slightly, glad the strange man responded. “Namorae.” She says warmly, offering a hand to him. “You have any idea when we’re getting started?” She asks, tilting her head. She wants to know who all these people are, and get the details of what they’re needed for.
H Hal lucination

 

[Hal lucination]

Navum summoned a dark knife, then fiddled with it. “I have no idea.” He looked back towards Namorae, still fiddling with the knife. “Do you know why we were called here?” Navum still was unsure of the meeting.

Eliasdagood

 

[Eliasdagood]

Namorae watches him fiddle with the blade curiously. “Some form of crisis that they needed a group to deal with. Not sure exactly why everyone was chosen, I was just told to come here. On another note, what kind of magic do you practice, out of curiosity.”
H Hal lucination

 

[Hal lucination]

Navum tossed the knife in the air, which transformed into a simple black disc and landed back in his hand. “I’m not sure, really. All I know is that after hours spent scouring history books, there have been no records of anything like the magic I was born with.” Navum morphed the disc into a thin rod. “What about you? Do you practice any magic?”

Eliasdagood

 

[Eliasdagood]

She nods. “Conjuration, primarily, then some Transmutation, and a small amount of necromancy. But I really only use that to take care of myself.” She says, baring her small fangs in a grin. “I’m still learning, of course. My father is much better at pretty much everything.”
H Hal lucination

 

[Hal lucination]

Navum smiled back. “Well, that’s cool.” He desummoned the rod, then leaned on the table. “I wish they’d start the meeting. I still want to know what’s going on.”
Eliasdagood

 

[HaruAketchi]

"I see." Gotthard leaned back in his chair, the clink of his armor could be heard faintly. "Now that you mention it, I may have caught wind of a Thorne family in my travels."

With the end of that statement he turned his head at the sound of others entering the room, promptly returning his attention to Lydia upon brief inspection.
"Just as you said, they could have summoned me for a number of reasons." He examined the warmaiden once more. "I assume however, it is for this." Gotthard lifted his hand slightly, not high enough for anyone across to see. He then gently curled it, as he did a soft red glow radiated from the gauntlet. He quickly returned his hand to form and the glow was gone.

"My fathers armor, well mine rather. It is a magic catalyst, few pieces like it. I assume this is why I have been summoned." Gotthard dropped his gaze suddenly, then returned it with a smirk upon his face.

"Not including the fact that my swordsmanship is second to none throughout the lands."


GamerCarrot