Fantasy The Lost Book

[Desert Rose]

Khaos hid from the figure's view while Pandora went to investigate what could be his new little toy.

The fairy moved back slight and gave way to a soft giggle as the woman turned around meeting the woman's golden eyes with her black hollow ones behind the purple mask that adorned her face. She tilted her head a moment and flitted about the woman taking in all of her features as best she could without her eyes. "Jumpy are we?" The fairy asked.

While Pandora held the woman's attention Khaos made is way closer. He turned back hearing commotion in the distance and frowned to see a group of armed people heading this way. "Well now I can get some answers..." he wondered out loud before focusing his attention back onto his new play thing. As he got closer his grin only widened seeing it was a woman whom they stumbled upon. "well isn't this my lucky day." he whistled under his breath and came out of hiding toward the woman.

"Ah... there you are my little fairy.... I hope she didn't frighten you deary." He stated in a pleasant friendly voice. With a bright grin he stood tall and pulled his top had off holding in his right hand which crossed over his waist as he dramatically bowed. "My name is Khaos Varsh... Pleasure to make your acquaintance... hehehe...." he stated quite smitten with her.

He didn't bother to introduce the fairy as he beckoned her back over and she grudgingly obeyed. "Go check on the group coming towards us... get rid of them if they are trouble" he whispered to her. She nodded flew away towards them.

"now then.... hehehehe... back to introductions" Khaos said as he stood upright and placed his top hat which held three roses grouped together and what looked to be playing cards strapped in by a piece of cloth obviously held there by magic. "And you are?" he asked

Ms. Sparrow Kazanna

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Leliana narrowed golden eyes at the fairy through her lashes, scrutinizing the odd and also rather creepy looking fairy. She had no eyes, and a purple mask. Leliana quirked an eyebrow at the fairys remark of being jumpy.

"And hello to you too, Tiny," Leliana said amusedly, she didn't attempt to cover up her accent, it was a fairy after all, she was in close distance to the fairy after all and even considered smashing her. Gold eyes began to fade back to her normal blue.

A mans voice startled her, and her eyes jumped straight back to her hostile gold as she looked him up and down. His eyes reminded her of the Prince's, not the color or appearance wise but the emotion in them, the hidden madness. It was enough to make Leliana instantly disapprove of the man, she found his cheery smile...annoying. And unsettling. He was taller then her, and his clothing was offsetting, it made her wonder what he was doing out in the forests dressed like that. Most likely burying a body. She did not want to be out here in the woods alone with him.

There were two things men are always willing to believe about a woman. One, that she is weak. And two, that she finds him attractive.

Her mouth quirked into a cocky smirk as he said it was a pleasure to meet her, looking quite fascinated with her. "What a sweet and completely mad thing of you to say." Leliana said sweetly, perhaps she could piss him off enough to get him to scram.

Her magic was coursing through her skin, and because of this, and sensing she was in hostile danger, her eyes remained a bright gold as they flicked between the elf and fairy, wondering there relationship as he whispered something to her and she flew off, her distrust obviously growing as she fought to narrow her eyes at him.

He obviously had magic by the hat. But not knowing what was bothering her. Attacking him would be stupid without knowing his abilities, so she'd just have to ignore him. Or eat him if he followed.

Leliana brushed a wavy strand of red hair behind her ear as he turned back to her, her expression of annoyance and curiosity, "Look, Khaos is it?" Leliana said with a raised eyebrow as she brushed past him, quietly treading through the woods to do her best to avoid the horde, "I don't know you, and I don't want to know you. So why don't you crawl back to your lair of rainbows and sunshine." Leliana said without looking back at him, yet was clearly still alert from the gold in her eyes, yet she began to look at the trees, looking for a good climbing one.
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Desert Rose

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[Prrrgadilly]

Deidrick had been staring at the city in the distance, aboard a rocking ship, in abject disbelief for what felt like half an hour, but was really only 30 seconds. He would have been perfectly content just standing there if he didn't feel the stares of the ship's crewmen on him. Sighing heavily as lightning arched across the sky, he turned and faced the bulk of the crew, who were now joined by the ship's captain. He was a tall man with long dark hair and beard. The captain was holding a book page and Deidrick's scarf in one hand, and a wickedly sharp cutlass in the other. As the captain stepped closer, the other arm crewmen drew their blades and encircled Deidrick completely; the majority of them outside his field of vision.

"Who be ye? Wha' manner o' creature be ye to appear 'pon me ship, in a flur o' light, no less?" The captain's voice was gruff and full of suspicion. He looked perfectly capable with that blade, as well. Deidrick gulped as he tried to figure a way out of this that didn't involve him being cleaved.

"Well, ummm, that's kinda hard to explain, cuz I'm sorta wondering the same thing. Traversing isn't exactly a magic I've had the time to learn." Deidrick clapped his hands over his mouth as the last part slipped out in a not-so-quiet murmur. Unfortunately, he was heard by everyone as the winds did nothing to muffle his voice, to his great annoyance.

"Magic? Ye be a caster? Prove it. Cast!" The force of the captain's voice made Deidrick jump slightly as he scrambled to produce a fairy light. Cupping his left hand with a practiced air, Deidrick pictured a simple golden sphere about as bright as a nightlight. He was shocked when he reached inward for his magic and rammed, headfirst, into some kind of barrier. For some strange reason, he was cut off from his magic. What the hell? Deidrick's frustration showed plainly on his face, and the captain huffed in impatience.

"Hurry it up!" He snapped. He was sure Deidrick was a liar trying to stall for as long as possible.

"I'm trying." And he really was. Trying to draw even a trickle of magic, Deidrick pictured a mini-sun replica and strained to move past the unknown barrier, but was only serving to give himself a ramping migraine. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Deidrick kept trying. He wasn't even thinking of the captain or the possibility of his death if he failed. His magic wasn't responding to his call, and that had never happened before. It normally jumped to him like a joyful child. "Why can't I do it?"

As he watched Deidrick beginning to tremor with concentration, the captain began to believe him a bit, and suddenly a thought occurred to him. Stepping up to an oblivious Deidrick, he draped Deidrick's scarf over his shoulders. The second the scarf made contact with his body, the barrier around Deidrick's magic vanished and it rushed to fulfill the objective he'd set before it. A tiny sphere of light appeared in the cradle of Deidrick's left hand before rocketing into the sky and expanding into a near-perfect replica of his world's sun, that was the size of a football stadium. The only imperfection in the replica was the light it expelled in heinously high volumes; the light projected as if through a planet's protective atmosphere, and carried less than a thousandth of the heat, which meant that none of the crew members were blinded or incinerated.

Now that he'd tapped his magic, Deidrick was trying frantically to shut it down before the mini-sun became any more realistic, and started killing people. Unfortunately, his head was hurting too much to focus. Doing the only thing he could think of, Deidrick slammed a mental dam infront of his magic and sprouted his wings. "Shield your eyes!!!" Eyes flashing with ancient power, and his voice full of a command from forgotten ages, Deidrick leapt into the sky and flew to the center of his over sized light just as his mental dam burst.

"Explosion!" Using a trigger word to help him focus, Deidrick used his entire store of mana to cause the fairy light to nova into a rain of fairy dust and harsh light. As the fairy dust rained down on the ship, wove into the clouds, and filled the water, the storm around the ship in a 2 mile radius calmed completely. The ship began to rise out of the water as Deidrick became visible once again. As the last of his mana drained away, Deidrick's wings faded away and he fell towards the ship. The crewmen sheathed their weapons and scrambled to catch the falling fairy in a net as the ship's first mate strode up to the awestruck captain.

"Cap Mickey, I think we may have just threatened a goddess." He said mistaking Deidrick's gender along with the rest of the crew.

"We've done far worse than that, Adam. We've forced her to tell the entire realm that she's here." The captain dropped his "tough guy" act, and sheathed his sword before picking up Deidrick's unconscious body easily, and carrying him to his cabin, and a warm, dry bed. "We'd better be ready for our punishment when she awakes. I don't think she'll appreciate Calcifer finding out." The captain was right. That display would have been bright enough to see for leagues, even in broad daylight. There is no way the crew of Fairy's Favor were the only ones to see it.

 

[Balfnaught1]

Balfnaught sat, pensive. It had been several weeks since he had arrived, and he had spent much of that time trying to connect with the new planet. It was proving difficult, however. He should have been able to feel the whole planet beneath his feet, or at least feel something! It was... wrong. Instead of feeling the magma currents beneath his feet it just felt... inert. Something was missing. He just had to work out what. And there was only one way to do that: trial and error. He stood up for the first time in days, his legs creaking.
"That's as far as I can get for now. I'll need to experience more of this world to form a stronger. connection. I wonder if my physical strength has been affected?"
Balfnaught moved into a stance, preparing a strike.
Shu
His fist struck out.
A moment of silence.
A collosal cracking sound.
The trees closest to him bent and cracked.
"Never mind, I'm goo-what?"
Balfnaught felt a pain in his shoulder. This had never happened before! He hadn't even been attacked! Had he... hurt himself? How was that possible? Unless... all his magic was gone, not just his Command powers. Had he even been reinforcing himself with magic? He must have been.
"My body's stronger than a human, but what do I do? Do I have to limit myself? How do I do that?"

Nearby.

A group of men, moments ago resting in a clearing looked around in confusion.
"What was that?" a scarred man asked.
"That" is what we've been ordered to search for" a hulking man missing his nose growled. "Let's go".
So they went, with no small amount of apprehension. They charged towards the source of the heaven-shaking sound. They arrived to find... A handsome man in a grey robe?
"Hmm?" Balfnaught looked over his shoulder to see a horde of men burst into view. They were armed, and exuded animalistic viciousness.
He sighed. "I suppose you're here to kill me?"
No response. They looked at him, appraising him. Trying to work out how someone so ordinary could exude so much power.
"I'll take that as "yes" then. Well, you'll soon experience the true magitude of your mistake, so I won't bother telling you. Honestly this is good. I need to test my new limits anyway. Now, shall we begin?"
Kazanna

 

[Bakuyoshi]

As Cefrey was getting up she was shocked to hear a loud boom."What the hell was that!? OK Cef just stay calm, at best that blasted book has taken others. If anything I gotta find any form of help. Form a group as well, Yeah that's how I survive get allies. Here's to hoping that I don't find out I have to work with Goblins. That will be the only time I'm going to lose it and let every last inch of magic go." With that Cefrey played her lute and summoned three glowing orbs. She began to walk forward looking for someone.

"Hello is anyone out there? Come on it's OK I'm friendly!" As Cefrey shouted she switched to Draconic and repeated what she had said "Ava'yorn ui tikilvi ekik mobi? Confn shafaer coi ui|ulph kruth si mi thurirlvi!" She shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Dammit Mal, you could've taught me thaumatergy at least. That could've helped me so much." She murmered to herself as she continued walking forward with her Lute out and ready to be played. All she had to do was play if someone were to attempt to kill her. And at this moment she wanted that to be the last thing to happen.

As she walked forward she saw a woman, and along with that a bunch of dead plants and a dead bear. "Uh hey by some chance do you know where I'm at? I'm kinda lost at the moment."

Petroshka

 

[Petroshka]

Amalasontha heard some fighting in the distance followed by a loud explosion and was starting to walk that way, it sounded like thunder perhaps a storm is nearby? it would be a wonderful turn of events if she could move out of the canopy of the trees freely, however it didn't feel like the weather had changed at all. Perhaps it was magic? She was in the middle of this thought until someone walked near her asking something in another language she didn't recognize. Her bear instinctively turn around to the woman and started charing her but Amala quickly stopped it. "quod non te intellegunt" The woman infront of amala was quite unusual looking, red hair wasnt unheard of but it was rare in her empire, she didnt even look at all equipped for anything, perhaps she was simply wandering the forest, was there a village nearby? "Quid est nomen tibi? et unde venis et quo vadis?" after a pause she realized that the woman probably didnt understand her if amala couldnt understand her, putting a palm on her forehead she sent the bear off to find what made the 'boom' nearby and why the sound of fighting had stopped. "verstehst du mich jetzt?" she asked the red head in another language to see if she could understand that.

She pointed in the direction the bear should be going with her staff and where the fight should've been, if the red head wasnt a primitive savage she should know what she meant. Walking that way she felt a unusual presence of multiple beings about a mile southward, If it was a warband it might be advantagous for her to turn them. Then she wont need this red head behind her, but what is interesting is the size of this warband compared to where the fighting used to be. The fight had maybe a dozen bodies probably less and this warband was at least three times that from what she felt. Was there a war going on? how near civilization is she? Questions Amalasontha entertained herself with.
Bakuyoshi
jole875 (undead bear comin your way)
Kazanna

 

[ZevVeli]

Walking through the forest Alaric was focused on trying to establish some form of magical connection. This was starting to piss him off to no end. His arcane knowledge had always been his strong suit, never faster or stronger than the other apprentices, it had only been his aptitude for the draining of surrounding energies which hindered his foes that gave him the edge in combat. And now, with even the connection to the Fields of Eternal Flames tenuous at best, should he be ambushed by some unseen foe he knew that his survival was not at all guaranteed. He stopped on the spot, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say he realized that he had stopped moving. As he attempted to lift his feet and continue he found, with effort, he could raise his foot; however any attempt to swing it forward was like trying to pass through stone. What now? He thought as he brought his awareness back to reality. The stillness of the woods unnerved him, usually you could hear birds chirping. As he adjusted to the stillness he could barely make it out, screams. "Blood on the Steps of the Palace!" He swore as he turned towards the screams, the resistance on his legs instantly vanishing as he ran towards it. "Welcome to a new world Alaric!" He mocked. "Your magic won't work here but the magic on your sure as hell does! Enjoy getting butchered because of a misplaced and misguided promise!" Realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Wait a second! If the bindings of my pact with Aodh still remain...then maybe the pin.... Placing his burned hand over his pin he focused on it, the familiar warmth of the Eternal Fields of Flame was there, he could feel the flows. A ha! I have a weapon! He grinned as he broke through to see the grisly sight before him, a sizeable squad of bandits laying waste to a small village. He reached through and drew up the power of Aodh, Alaric could feel it, fire. From the ridge he could see the entire lay out. First things first, cut off the chances of reinforcement. He snapped his burnt hand away from the pin and straight up in the air. Converging the elemental energies into a sphere he glared down at the column of advancing bandits. He screamed a primal scream as he flung his arm forward, hurling the orb of pulsing fire towards the main column. He felt the familiar rush as air whipped past him to fill the vacuum created by the heat trail of the fireball. There's something beautiful about the way that fire spreads when it hits the ground when conjured by magic, and not a fuel source, a fresh batch of screams rang out, joined by the popping and sizzling of flesh and the smell of burnt flesh. Bandits started casting about in fear, looking for the source of the magic, Alaric looked down confusedly. The brushes and trees in the impact area where burning or smoldering, as was the clothes of the bandits. But the packed-dirt pathway was perfectly clear. Hmmm... Alaric mused. The magic must be affected in a different way here. Perhaps I need a little more effort to shape and control it, to use it as I am used. He stepped forward and slid down the ridge into the heart of the village. A bandit nearby seeing him charged forward, utilizing less power than before Alaric reached out towards the onrushing bandit and shot out a gout of flame engulfing the man's hand. He dropped his blade in agony as Alaric reached out towards him and began to tap into the magic within him. Drawing out the energy he felt the familiar tingle of control, patching it through the powers of Aodh he spread his arms out and willed the power of flame to him. One-by-one the surrounding houses begin to smolder, or rather, the flames leapt away from the wood, centering around him. Slowly, Alaric walked through the village drawing the flames to his body, attackers and defenders alike looking at him in fear and awe. "I AM ALARIC WARRAN!" He shouted, "SERVANT OF AODH! PRINCE OF THE FIELDS OF ETERNAL FLAMES! FAERIE LORD OF FIRES! THE OATHBOUND! I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO RUIN THESE INNOCENTS UNOPPOSED! YOUR CHOICE IS SIMPLE! FLEE NOW AND I WILL NOT PURSUE! ATTACK AND SUFFER THE WRATH OF FIRE!" He stood stock still the villagers smiled, a few rallying behind him, others taking it as a cue to flee, or finish off the attacker they were before. It was a bandit though who broke the silence, screaming about the glory of some lord or other he rushed Alaric. "I warned you!" Slapping his hands together the blazing aura converged in his hands and shot forth cutting a swath through the attacking bandits, the heat drawing gale-forced winds down the corridor shaking the buildings and causing some of the more damaged ones to collapse. Panting, hands shaking, Alaric stepped back. He was starting to feel cold, he knew what it was that was going to happen if the bandits called him bluff. He stepped up to one of the bandits hit by his spell, reaching down next to him he pulled out a burnt sliver next to the man, popping it in his mouth and slowly chewing it. Then placing his burnt hand on the man's chest he began drawing out more life force as he shaped it into another tongue of flame over his good hand. "I'm feeling merciful," he snarled to the quaking survivors. "LAST CHANCE!" and was relieved to see the bandits scatter, running from their dead and dying colleagues. After he was certain the last of the bandits had fled, Alaric collapsed against a burnt wall. He looked at the villagers around him. "Please," he asked, "[COLOR=#b3000]I need you to build me a fire.[/COLOR]"

 

[Desert Rose]

NPC- Knox and Lotus

The two humans looked at one another before continuing to stare at the dwarf. Knox moved in front of Lotus as the dwarf pointed his newly made weapon at her. He held his hands up "No harm meant... we just never seen a dwarf." he stated cautiously. Although he wondered if him and Lotus could take out such a short man but he claimed to be something they weren't familiar with and Knox knew better than to underestimate the unfamiliar.

"Hammerstone? No sir, you're in Azide the seaport of Ariael" Lotus replied a bit more respectfully after being threatened.

"A Runesmith?" Lotus asked and looked at Knox before shaking her head.

"Did Calcifer call for you then?" Knox asked gruffly and shook his head "what is that damned sorcerer up to now?" he muttered a hint of tremble in his voice.

Lotus pulled out her sword and held it defensively "Tell us... Dwarf... just who are you?" She demanded while Knox took out his dagger just after his partner.

He looked at the sword the Dwarf wielded and wondered just what kind of enchantment it held. If he was in face Calcifer's spy and they were to get rid of him they would be looked at as a hero by the people and wanted for treason by the castle. However, they were mercenaries and as such they were already wanted. It troubled Knox that this dwarf didn't seem from around these parts not even neighboring kingdoms. He knew many blacksmiths and many types of weaponry never had he heard of a Runesmith. Rune magic wasn't well known outside of spellcasters and even then it was still very rare.

HighSanguinaryPriest

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

"If yer lookin to pick a fight, oi'd be happy oblige..." Flint growled, as the protective runes of the forged activated. Suddenly the weapons were wrenched from their hands by some unseen force, and straight into the smelter. "But Oi'm in no mood fer that bullshit right now. So take a seat, Grab a pint, and kill that bug up yer arse... Cause Oi don't know no bleedin' milk drinker named Calcifer... What kinda fecking name is that anyway?!" The dwarf went on making his way to the back of his forge/home. A minute later, he returned with three mugs of what could only be guessed as possibly liver destructive booze.

"Now... Let's talk like civilized folk. To answer yer question Lass, Me name is Flint Fireblood, Youngest master Runesmith in the history of me people." The dwarf explained. Seeing that they still had no Idea what a Runesmith was by the confused looks on their faces. Sighing in slightly less annoyance then when they first showed up. "O'i suppose it's time for a lesson then..." He said, before taking a long pull from his mug. The drink inside, could only be described as black, and thick like cream, smelling extremely strong.

Setting his now empty mug down with a slam, followed by a loud belch, Flint began his explanation. "The Runesmiths you see, they're a rare breed now, and getting rarer. Runesmiths work spells with their hammercraft, binding the Winds of Magic into mighty runes of power. No true Dwarf has truck with that kind of wild magic, oh no! In the olden days our ancestor realized the perils of dabbling with the forces of magic in its raw form, and they knew best. Runes they made, powerful runes to capture the magic, not let it float about all willy-nilly where it could do no end of harm. We're a suspicious lot and jealously protect the secrets kept in their anvils and hammers, guarding the knowledge that allows them to make magic items — weapons, armour, rings and talismans - of greater potency than items wrought by any other mortal race upon the world. Oi like the rest of me kin, can bind the winds of magic, allowing for powerful enchantments."

Desert Rose

 

[Enolx]

The armored woman extended a hand to Angelo and helped him to his feet. She looked the stranger over with a warriors eye and couldn't make heads or tails of the man at first glance. He stood a little taller than her and was dressed in the strangest clothes she had ever seen. His top seemed to be made of cotton and had long sleeves, but his pants were a material she had never seen before. When the man's clothing came to a rest on his body she was able to make out the lines of something else underneath. "Is he wearing armor under his clothes," She wondered but quickly put the thought away. The stranger had an air of confidence about him and gave off a friendly aura absent of malaise. His warm smile, piercing blue eyes, and pleasant face made him enjoyable to be around. The last thing she checked was the man's posture and figure. He stood with a clam ease, as if he was with an old friend, and his body was fit, but nothing compared to her own sculpted body. She came to the conclusion that the man was not a threat and decided it wouldn't hurt to talk.

"So stranger," the woman said "Who are you and why are you here?"

"Asking the same thing, but expecting a different answer," Angelo responded "There is a word for that I believe. To answer your new question, my name is Angelo. For the why I am here, I guess I wasn't completely truthful. Apparently I am here for the purpose of providing balance, too return the scale to its proper position."

"What does that even mean?"

Angelo shrugged. "Anyway, what would your name be? Also, would you mind telling me where I am?"

"How rude of me. My name is Glory Carlyn, and I am a knight of Ariael. Right now you are in the barrack stable in the second tier of the capital Aylin."

Angelo processed the information he had been told. "So I am in a land called Ariael and this is the capital, Aylin," Angelo thought "There are different tiers to the capital which leads me to think the tiers are separated by a wealth or class system. Since she introduced herself as a knight of Ariael, and not as a knight of Aylin, or someone, I can also assume that she finds herself to be a servant of the people and not just of the ruler. Maybe there is a divide between the people and their ruler? Let's ask some more questions."

"Is there something going on in this country." Angelo questioned "I would like to know about the state of this kingdom."

Glory gave him a questioning looked, and wondered how he could not know of the situation. "I am not sure how you got here and don't know about what is going on," She stated "A magician named Calcifer has taken over the kingdom, taken what is left of the royal family as slaves, and have killed most of the magic users to take their power. How could you not know this?"

Angelo could not control his excitement and a huge grin came to his face. "There is freakin magic here," Angelo exclaimed "What kind, what can you do, what all is possible here."

Glory found herself caught off guard for a moment and had to regather herself before responding. "Um, there use to be all kinds of magic," She explained "Different objects had different magics. I don't know what is all possible. I once saw a man make a sword without a forge before, so that's possible."

"The magic is connected to the object," Angelo asked?

"Yes, have you never seen magic. You can't use magic without and object."

Glory's response got Angelo thinking. "How have I been using magic this whole time," He wondered "Maybe I don't follow the same rules since I'm not from this world?" After a little thinking it finally hit him. "I bet it's the mask," Angelo said.

Angelo felt for his mask on his waist and found that it was a brighter white and not grey. He then decided to test his mask to make sure it still functioned normally. He put his mask on and it stuck to his face as it always did. He tried talking, but no sound escaped. "Good, it still does it's original function," Angelo said to himself "It just is now even more important to me. I am glad I learned this early."

"What is the mask all about," Glory asked?

"It was a gift from my mom," Angelo explained "I have had it with me since I was twenty. It keeps my quiet when I need to be, and holds a special place in my heart. My mom travels a lot for work so I don't see her as much as I would like to, the mask reminds me of her.

"That's sweet, you are a good man Angelo."

Angelo gave Glory a warm smile. "Thank you Glory, you are also a wonderful person. Also, I hate to be a bother, but do you know any place I could make some money. As you gathered, I am not from here and I don't want to impose on you and your lovely horse again tonight for shelter."

Glory thought for a second and then reached into her purse and gave Angelo some coin. "Here take this," She said "It is enough to get you a room at the inn for a few nights."

Angelo held out a hand to stop her from handing him the money. "I thank you for your kindness, but I was taught to always work for what you need," Angelo said "I could work for you as a squire or something if you would have me."

Glory gave him a questioning look. "Who would want to be the squire of a woman knight," Glory asked.

"Any man who didn't have his head up his ass," Angelo responded "So will you accepted me?"

Glory smiled as she rolled her eyes, and the she placed the whole coin purse in Angelo's hand. "I will not take it easy on you," She said with a playful grin "I hope you are ready for what you got yourself into. I assume you can get my horse ready at the least. You would not be a good squire if you couldn't. "

Angelo gave her a quick wink and responded with "Nothing worth doing is ever easy."

In all his time running the dangerous ninth ward streets he had learned many skills, readying a horse was not one of them. He was not worried though, since Glory was here. Since she had came here alone and didn't seem to have someone to do this job for her, Angelo could assume that she readied her horse herself. If that was the case he could do it as well. He activated his power and as he thought, it activated. While he did not know what he was doing his magic sprung him into action and he started preparing the horse. His hands moved deftly and after a few minutes the horse was up a ready. Angelo then went to Glory and pulled a carrot from a side pocket on her person and gave it to the horse."

"That was perfect," She said wide eyed " You did everything I do, including her treat. How did you know about her carrot?"

"Let's be off my master," Angelo said "You have a lot of work ahead of you and I have much to learn."

Glory laughed and walked with Angelo and the horse out of the stables through the busy streets of Aylin.

 

[Kazanna]

The Horde's Various Minions

Those Assaulting Balfnaught

The leader of the small group, a surly looking northerner covered in scars motioned to his other compatriots, issuing them to fan out. He eyed Balfnaught warily, his eyes gleaming as the hairs on the back of his neck rose. He'd been one of the mage hunters for Calcifer for a long time before he'd been a bandit. When the man spoke, he got the feeling they had found their quarry, his accent was wrong, and the way he addressed them held the arrogance of a mage, if not something more.

"Kill ye? No my good sir. Were here to..." The man glanced at his fellows, giving them a look that they ought to follow his lead, "Escort you, to our Warlord. He's wishin ta show you his hospitality, see, and he told us to come and find ye, and anyone else who would be... worthy of an audience with him." Scar said as politely as his backstreet alley vernacular allowed him to, "I doubt it means much to yourself, but I'd be Scar, my... Fellows and I are more than happy to escort you, if you'll come this way."

He smiled through broken teeth. Scar wasn't much to look at, but he was intelligent enough to be guileful enough to try diplomacy with someone more powerful than he was, before it came to blows. That was why he was covered in scars, and not a pile of bones somewhere, or a pile of ash.

The Horde Assaulting Amalasontha

The group that was heading towards Amalasontha, had little idea that she was there. More, they were still in an open staggered position, exploring the area, looking for anomalies. In all honesty, if she were to step behind a tree, and remain still, the horde would probably pass right by her.

Arachnos, meanwhile, stood in the crude forge set up by the bandits under his command, pounding raw metal into armor that would suit him. Using superior knowledge of metals and craftsmanship, the disabled god was creating something of horrendous proportions.

"Shame I've no powers. I would love to imbue this with divinity..." he mused as he pounded the hammer home once more, straightening one of the edges of the shoulder mount he was crafting.

His muscles hardly strained, as he held his power back, keeping from damaging the tools in the forge, as well as his own body. With a sigh, he continued his work, ignoring the noises of his warband as they milled about, preparing for the war that the early guard and scouts were starting.

Balfnaught1
Petroshka (If I missed something, message me about it.)

 

[Desert Rose]

Khaos Varsh and Pandora-

The elf couldn't help but laugh his tone held a sense of madness to it. "Lair of rainbows?" he questioned and laughed again "oh my dear you are quite the joker....mmmhehehehehehe" he closed the distance between the two taking in the woman's gold eyes and her red hair. His eyes narrowed and he huffed "You're not from around here either.... are you?" he questioned looking her up and down.

"Tell me luv.... how did you get here?" he asked his eyes meeting hers as he waited curiously for her answer. He needed to know...no... he must know. Where did such a lovely sight come from. She was so beautiful and not from around here it was all so exciting. Instinctively the elf began to circle her as if he was sizing up his soon to be prey but he made no aggressive move towards the woman.

The two roses on top of his hat suddenly blinked open looking straight at Leliana before slowly closing and resting as normal roses once more.

Ms. Sparrow

Pandora flew towards the group of soldiers khaos and Leliana had seen coming their way. She was her small 2inch self and zoomed quickly next to the trees. She moved in close to one of them to get a better look at them and figure out what it was they were exactly after.

No magic could be sensed from the men but something seemed off about them and the fairy couldn't put a finger on what it was. She could sense a subtle hint of madness in their aura she shuddered as it reminded her of Khaos' thinking it of some sort of game from him she tried to open her eyes to see if he was there. All she saw the the woman that Khaos was with.

"then who are these?" the fairy wondered out loud moving in closer to one so close she was inches from his head.

"look there!" One of the men called out spotting her he reached out to grab her and on instinct she was able to move out of the away and the man's hand made contact with the other's face. It started in a bickering match between the two.

Pandora held out her hand in attempt to create fairy dust and gasped when she couldn't "impossible...." she whispered and wondered how her magic was suppressed. "hmmm" now distracted by this impossibility she ignored the soldiers and flew a few feet away thinking she was far enough away from them she reverted to being 4ft tall. "Odd I can still grow.... but I can't use my dust..." she whispered fearfully. She noticed that her ability to sense objects was actually a bit harder than it should have been and she truly felt blind.

As thoughts raced through the fairy's head she didn't realize the men had caught up and caught her in a potato sack. She screamed and fought until realizing how useless it was. She reverted to her smaller size feeling a bit safer being so tiny.

Only a few men were selected to take the thing back to Arachnos none knew what she was but knew that she was something their great warlord was searching for. Upon arrival they came before him and set the sack carefully down "hmmm" he muttered and reached a hand into the sack quickly grabbing the fairy and pulling her out

"we have found....." he started to say but then looked puzzled as he didn't know what she was.

The fairy felt his heavy hand crushing her tiny from and so she bent down and bit hard into his finger causing him to yell "why you little...." he started to say and tightened his grip making her cry out and squirm as she beat his hand for release that she may breathe.

Kazanna

 

[Balfnaught1]

Balfnaught relaxed his body, knowing that there would be no battle. His focus gone, the pain in his shoulder returned. Strange, he thought. I've never had an issue like this before. I suppose I will have to get it... treated? is that the word? Oh well. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
"Well" he said, addressing the men now. "You clearly have enough insight to recognize your betters, and enough intelligence to show them respect. To be honest, you've already proven yourself better than most. It takes a special kind of dignity to acknowledge another being as inherently better than you. Consider yourselves spared... for now. You've told me your purpose, and I can fully understand why your warlord would desire an audience with me, but I just have one question. Why on Earth would I want to meet him?" He stared at the men, daring them to answer his question. His eyes were burning but oh so cold. This was Balfnaught in his element: in control; the strongest being around.

Kazanna

 

[Wick]

Xero

So this was how the world ended. Xero stood at the entrance to the temple. Nobody was allowed in this temple, but that didn't matter anymore. Miles and miles off in the distance, sat what used to be a magnificent city only hours before, and now...

They had come so fast. Even with the Driechthey, the most intellectual race guarding the solar system, it still hadn't been enough. Smoke rose from that city on the horizon. A purple smoke that came from the weapons the rogue colony was using. Driech's skin was made of a powerful substance that almost nothing could shatter, but against chemical weaponry, there was no chance stood.

From where he stood he could already see a dark mass at the base of the metropolis, one that would be where he was sooner than he would like. He wished he had more time to prepare himself for what might happen. Xero turned and faced the large opening that led into the temple. He hadn't planned enough, though, neither had the rest of his kind, and now, he might well be the only one remaining aside from the Kria.

The Kria was a group of four ancient Driechthey, who were born a long time ago. Their purpose was to protect the Driec, an object of supposed immeasurable power. It was believed by many species that the Driec had the power to create. It was the thing that created the universe itself. It lay somewhere in this temple.

The Kria were strategic. Like prophets, they could on occasion, predict the near future, and had sent two of themselves to stop the attack. Their intention was not to defend the city, only the Driec, but even they were not strong enough to hold off what was to come. The whole city, along with the two Kria, were slaughtered, and Xero had chosen his best course of survival, run. This was not cowardly, and now that he stood here, his half-baked plan seemed more and more like a failure.

At the time of his escaping the city, his initial idea was to run here to the temple, and take the Driec, keep it from entering the hands of the wicked. He was no Kria however, in fact, he was far less powerful than one. They had honed their magic abilities for eternity, while Xero had simply studied a few books on it. What could he do that the Kria could not? The Kria weren't willing to use the book unless it was absolutely necessary. They only used it when the entire whole of a species had been completely, and utterly annihilated, and the Driechthey were not. Xero was one of them, and he was still alive, and even if he were to sacrifice himself for the greater good, he might not even be the last remaining Driech. It was time he took action into his own hands. He had to do this, whether the Kria liked it or not.

He took one step forward and shivered, though it wasn't due to the frigid air of their planet. No, nobody had ever even come this close to the temple. It was immoral, unheard of. What was inside? What kind of protection had the Kria set upon the place in order to keep the Driec safe? He shut his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the almost complete silence wash over him. It was now or never. He moved forward and stepped past the stone pillars on either side of the entrance.

><<*>><

The temple was freezing inside when compared to the natural air of the planet. The only lighting was a dim blue, and moved across the walls like water. It was quite bland. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, unless it was normal for a temple that guarded the universe to have smooth stone walls. They didn't even have the slightest imperfection, and Xero was beginning to wonder if this truly was the correct area.

After walking for a few minutes, the empty hall began to show change. The path branched off into five directions, two on the right, two in the left, and one straight shot down the center. All but the middle path were cloaked in darkness. Through the center he could see that the corridor dipped downward, and a faint light shone on the ceiling of the slope. Xero's heart rate sped up so fast it felt like he had just finished running from the city again. That was it, it had to be down there. The coloring of the light was like nothing he had ever seen before.

He moved onward, entering the middle hall. There were no stairs leading down, just more smooth stone. Once Xero reached the bottom he only had to walk a few more feet before entering a small chamber, and there it was. Glowing brilliantly on a pedestal, lay a closed up book. Nobody aside from the Kria had ever laid eyes upon the Driec, but Xero could tell right away, that it was the real deal.

Should he move forward? What did he do now? Had the other two Kria gone to fight against the rogues? His head buzzed with excitement as he stared at the book. He had to take it. Finally, he urged himself to move, came up to the pedestal, and was hit with a sudden desire. He wanted to open it now. He wanted to see what secrets lie within the artifact. Resisting the pull to do so was impossible, and he found himself placing his hand on the book. It seemed to vibrate in response to his curiosity. He slid his hand along the cover until he could wrap the tips of his fingers under the edge.

The whole world seemed to hold it's breath, but before he could open it up, there was a sound behind him, and two figures entered the chamber, appearing the float just above the ground. They were the final two Kria, they had to be. Butterflies exploded in Xero's stomach. Both of them had their hands raised and pointed at him. Something about them told him that if he stood there any longer, he would be dead, or worse.

His head darted back to the book and he tried to wrench it off the pedestal, but it stay where it was, and instead, he had flung it open. A vibrant whispering filled the hall, making even the Kria pause for a moment. The words on the pages were shifting back and forth like hundreds of little snakes. Xero didn't understand a word of it, but before he could react, something hard hit him in the back, sending him down against the book. The dull pain flared to life, sending waves of what felt like magma through his body. He couldn't see, or think, or hear, until finally, everything stopped moving.

><<*>><

Nothing existed. Surely he was dead, no, there was a loud bang and Xero was flung against cold, wet, cobblestone. There were shrieks and some startled cries around him, causing his hidden eyes to fly open. Before he even knew what was happening, he found himself crouched and scanning the faces staring at him. He was vaguely aware that he had drawn his blade. There were people surrounding him, Humans.

They wore fancy clothing, and looked nothing alike how Xero did. His whole body was a dark gray color, and he wore no clothes. Fortunately Driech's skin looked like a clothing article. Where was he? The whole temple was gone. Everything had changed to some sort of medieval setting. Had he been warped to another planet? The few thousand Human populations in the universe were not of this nature. They were all highly evolved for their race, so why was this place the way that it was?

Rain was coming down as a light sprinkle, making the cobblestone street beneath Xero slick. It seemed to be that everyone around the plaza he had shown up in were all looking at him. Some were whispering to one another, perhaps about his apparent attire, others looked generally afraid. Xero focused on what some of them were saying. 'A form of advanced magic'? One person mentioned a name; Calcifer.

As Xero tried to process this, information, several well armed guards rushed up, equip with swords and a few with spears. The adrenaline began to fade, and he was once again encumbered by another wave of pain washing over him. His back had a hole. The Kria had managed to punch through his skin without even trying. Something had happened when he had read the Driec, and just as he was thinking that, he noticed he was holding something else in his free hand, a page with words from the book scribbled onto it.
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[Ms. Sparrow]

Leliana let out a slow exhale as Khaos stepped in front of her and stopped her in her tracks, her expression one of annoyance. Just who the hell did he think he was?

"Obviously," Leliana said with a hint of barely contained anger, golden eyes flashing in anger as he stated she wasn't from around here. She could feel her magic humming, yet for some reason she couldn't seem to pull at it and shift into a creature, which only added to her anger.

A wave of shivers ran up her spine as his eyes trailed up and down, his mad eyes drinking her in and she involatary shivered as he did so, before he asked his question and began to circle her, her eyes followed him as he moved around her, her body tense, as ready to strike as a viper.

"A piece of paper," Leliana answered flatly, blinking in surprise as the roses on his hat opened up like eyes before quickly reverting back to normal roses. "Look, I really hope this game of twenty questions isn't your secrect weapon," Leliana said exasperatedly, her hand resting on one of her daggers, ready to pull it out of its sheathe any moment.

She did a mock gasp as she made note of one thing that was sure to set him off her trail, "Looks like your creepy little fairy flew off, been missing for quite some time. Might wanna check up on that." Leliana stated before taking off at a quicker pace through the trees. She was not scared of him, but evil was one thing, madness was another. She'd dealt with enough madness in one world, she wasn't about to this in this world. She didn't want to attack him, not if she didn't know what he was capable of. But if her magic didn't work, perhaps neither did his. It wasn't a chance she was willing to take.

Evil men did things to be evil. Mad men twisted things into a game, or even something they find normal. Leliana had read enough tales to know not to mess with mad men, for she had dealt with one before, and yet nearly lost. Though she wasn't scared, she was uncomfortable although she would never admit it. Leliana failed to grasp at her magic, which had never happened before, and she concluded it was more likely due to her unknown surroundings.

Leliana dared a glance back behind her to see if he had followed.


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Desert Rose

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[Desert Rose]

The Castle.

After the meeting with zekes Lilith continued to make her way out to the gardens where Ashton was milling about. "sir Ashton..." Lilith called to him as she approached.

"Yes?" He asked slightly annoyed.

"Lord Calcifer has summoned you to the throne room." She told him.

He nodded and started to walk towards the door when suddenly a bright light shown in the sky towards the coast. Ashton's shielded his eyes until it was gone and then smirked "Ah.... the spell must have worked... spellcasters are back in Ariael" he whispered and quickly ran to the throne room to explain what he had just witnessed.

Lilith shielded her eyes and as Ashton ran inside she kept staring at the sky "by the gods... what has that bastard done?" she whispered and looked down at her hand "all I need to do is touch his skin." she whispered and went back inside.

"Excellent..." Calcifer stated with a wicked grin and called in his 20 loyal mages. "take guards with you but do whatever is necessary to capture these spellcasters start in Azide and then spread out to Ellwood." he ordered. They all left preparing to go after these new spellcasters

"Finally I'll have all the power." Calcifer chuckled looking over at his faithful servant.

Lilith made her way to the kitchen and got Calcifer a glass of wine from one of the cooks inside. She came into the throne room "I thought you might be parched lord Calcifer." she stated walking up to him.

the sorcerer chuckled "how unlike you." he said taking the glass of wine and patted her on the head. "perhaps not? How rude of you to neglect Ashton's needs." He said his voice dark and cruel.

Lilith tensed slightly afraid as she backed away from him. She knew that tone all too well and looked at Ashton before looking back at Calcifer. "forgive me...." she said and cried out when he grabbed her by the arm and threw her on the floor. She used this opportune moment and stood up making contact with her hand to his face when he bent down to grab her and it made into a rather loud slap.

"you little wench!" Calcifer yelled not really phased by her slap she was only eight after all. He grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up off the ground squeezing hard as she squirmed in his hands. "Worthless little brat!" he hissed smirked watching her struggle.

Kazanna

 

[Kazanna]

Arachnos

He stared at Pandora with pure curiosity, and as the barbarian began to crush her windpipe, his hand shot out, and covered the unfortunate mans head. His entire palm engulfing his head. There was an audible popping noise as his skull imploded from the pressure forced upon it by Arachnos' grip. The figures corpse fell to the floor, and Arachnos, for his part, reached out, and swatted his wrist, disabling the grip on Pandora, catching her carefully. The other bandits present were slightly astounded that the man who had followed orders had been rewarded with death. Arachnos, however, didn't even pay any attention to the now twitching corpse at his feet, he was entirely engrossed with the fairy.

"A fairy... By me, I've not seen one of your kind in several millennia... How did you end up here? You're clearly not a native. Who took out your eyes? I'm sure they were dazzling. You poor thing. I apologize for the way you've been treated. Please do forgive them, they're a bit rough around the edges, these bandits and cutthroats. Not they're fault, what with how they got this way." Arachnos all but cooed at Pandora.

He was an odd one, to say the least, sanity wasn't something he ascribed to, and claiming he was anything besides completely mad was utterly foolish. But however mad he was, Arachnos loved diversity and uniqueness. Unique things meant chaos, and chaos fueled him as much as it fueled his brother Keiros. Pandora's mere presence in the camp brought great curiosity, and therefore, a great deal of mental chaos throughout the horde under his command, which, gave him even greater power.

"Here, I've a place you might find comfort." Arachnos said quietly, setting Pandora upon a stack of pillows that had belonged to the late warlord, "Please, sit, relax, Tell me about what you've been through so far." Arachnos commanded carefully. His words were a command to be sure, but they gave her the option to refuse, at what cost however, was to be seen.

Desert Rose

The Bandit's With Balfnaught

Scar, the leader of the group of bandits, paused, the question was a good one, but it gave him quite the shock.

"Oh... Er... Well... He told us, that any questions you might have like that, he would answer himself. Said that it would be a waste of time for you to ask us, because we don't know really..." Scar admitted, "My apologies mate. But that's all I have to say on the matter really. Wasn't told anything else. Just to escort you to our new boss, and to do our best to make sure you wasn't too roughed up by anyone." Scar explained at length.

In truth, Arachnos had threatened the bandits, telling them in detail what would happen if they brought him someone dead. Scar had watched him dispatch several bandits that had risen against him, and he had done so without mercy or hesitation. In all honesty, it had seemed like Arachnos had wanted more of them to rebel, and in greater number. But after the first seven of them were dead, Arachnos had scared the fight out of the remaining bandits.

Balfnaught1

Zekes

He felt the contact, as Lilith made contact with Calcifer, and with a grin, he knew the game was on. He'd have to wait, to let the little one suffer the mad mans wrath. He inwardly shrugged, the child had been a valuable pawn so far, so he pondered her value now.

"The life of a child, however frail or young, is always of value Zekes, Remember this, as your life may some day rely upon the whim of a child's trust in you." His master had said to him long ago.

With a sigh, the aging necromancer moved towards the doors that led to the room where Calcifer was, he pushed them open, his blood orb shimmering out of sight behind him. He stepped into the room, his face grim, holding little emotion beyond distaste at Calcifer's lack of self control over the failings of a child.

"That's Enough." Zekes called out, his voice echoing throughout the chamber with spell driven force, his god borne eye flared to life for effect, the light that gleamed from it traced up to the crown of bone and fangs upon his head, "Children are... Are to be forgiven for their slights. Not beaten... Lord Calcifer." Zekes tone of voice was cold, and so dead that most would be chilled to the bone simply upon hearing it. "I believe I overheard you talking about seeking power..." Zekes let the sentence trail off, baiting the other mage.

Desert Rose

jole875 (Your character dispatched bandits before Arachnos took the bandits over. So his actions are unaffiliated. However, you might now recognize the oncoming bandits)

 

[Balfnaught1]

Balfnaught chuckled. "So he's terrified you into submission then. He must be a special human at the very least. Fine then. I'll allow you to take me to your leader, but remember one thing. My will is the most important thing in this world. To go against it is therefore the greatest crime in this world, and the greatest crime warrants the greatest punishment, no? My point is... be careful, be very, be very careful. Because if you go against my will, I'll kill you. And that's a promise." "Also, if your leader disappoints me, I'll kill him too. He's got my hopes up now, and I do hate to be let down."
He smiled to himself. He hadn't done that speech in centuries. Primarily because no one would dare to go against his will. Kings would offer their daughters in order to repay an insult. Here, no one knew him. That didn't matter. To sin against him was unforgivable, even if they knew not who they sinned against.
He stared directly into the eyes of the leader, his eyes promising that he spoke nothing but the truth.
"Now then, shall we be off?"
Not waiting for an answer, he walked towards their group, then through their group, showing nothing but total confidence. Daring them to make a move. It didn't matter if he couldn't use his magic. Against trash like this, he didn't need it. He would crush them just the same. Soon he was past them, walking into the forest as they stood prone, not knowing what he was doing. He looked behind him, not stopping.
"Are you coming or not? I'm excited to meet this "warlord" of yours. He sounds delightful."
Kazanna

 

[Prrrgadilly]

Warm. It was warm and furry, and breathing. Wait, his bed wasn't furry, and it certainly didn't breath. Besides, his room didn't smell like sandalwood, musk, and leather. Opening his eyes in surprise and confusion, Deidrick bolted upright, and immediately regretted the decision when the pain in his head completely blurred his vision; it felt as if someone had cracked his skull open with a nutcracker, then shoved a hornet's next inside before closing it up and shaking it, viciously. Deidrick could do little more than moan loudly and lay back down as he tried to separate the soupy blended egg yolks that'd become his thoughts. Of course, trying to think coherently was only making the problem worse.

The commotion caused by Deidrick's awakening stirred the steady breathing, and Deidrick's body shifted slightly, an a weight lifted from his stomach, as he felt warm breath on his cheek and the sound of a wuffling muzzle near his ear before the creaking of a door and the sound of boots on hardwood. "Rest now, goddess. You are quite safe here." A man's voice pierced easily through the veil of Deidrick's mental turmoil. He'd hear this voice before. He didn't get much time to contemplate the voice before the exhaustion got the better of him, and Deidrick was unconscious once again. First mate Adam McKinley sighed heavily as he watched the unnamed goddess lose consciousness again, and Heiden bundled her close before resting his head back on her stomach. This was the third time she'd stirred in the last two hours. Each time she did, the surrounding seas calmed completely and the ship lifted slightly higher into the air. Nodding to Heiden who snorted softly before closing his eyes, Adam turned and left the captain's cabin.

"She is asleep once again?" The captain was standing on the ships deck in the center of a swiftly receding shaft of sunlight, as the parted clouds closed ranks again; a rarity on these storm-plagued seas. One that seemed to occur whenever Deidrick clawed his way to consciousness. Captain Mikkel "Mickey" Andellson looked away from the sky towards his first mate with a questioning expression that softened the weathered lines of his face.

"She is no longer awake, yes, but I doubt more and more if she sleeps. It is always the same way. The only thing different is she didn't wake up screaming, like the first time, or crying, like the second. I guess that can be seen as progress. All she did was moan, and I think she could actually hear me." Adam strode to stand beside his captain and they watched as the crew sat along the edges of the decks fishing without a care int he world. Since they risen nearly 20ft over the mysteriously still waters, there was nothing else for the crew to do that they hadn't already done; repairs and maintenance were surprisingly easy on a ship that floated above the water, though some of the crew were mending clothes and the sails.

"Yes, well I suspect that is because she is still working her magicks on the ship. Whatever she has done, I do not think we'd relish the outcome if she suddenly stopped. All we can do is wait for her to awaken, and pray that she has the strength, and mercy, left to save us a second time after our folly." Adam nodded in consent. What both Mickey and Adam had realized was that Deidrick had, in fact, saved the from being incinerated by his fairy light, which was more their fault than his. They had both taken note of the sharp heat that'd felt too much like summer sunlight to be safe.

"I think that will be the least of her problems." Adam replied with a rueful tone. Mickey looked at him an raised a questioning eyebrow. "Calcifer." Adam practically spat out by way of explanation. Mickey's face darkened and grew harsh

"And may the gods have mercy on us all."

 

[Bakuyoshi]

"OK uh hi, how are you doing? Wait can you speak common. I mean if not this could be problematic. But that's besides the point. By some chance do you know where I'm at? And if so can you poinnt me to the city of Aelderos? I need to get back so I can make sure no one touches that damned orb those Chronomancers made. Because I can tell you being frozen in time is not. And hey don't just leave me alone. Who knows what the Warlock who made that page is up to!"

Cefrey quickly followed the woman. While she could see some oddities with the other woman she had no issues. In truth as far as she knew this was a Litch. Or her worlds definition of one. For all she knew what a Litch was could've been different in this place. And more and more she was starting to wonder if this was something a Warlock could create. Sure they could send people around but never in the form of a page. "I'll have to ask around and get some info on the land. Uh hey by some chance do you know where we are?"

Petroshka

 

[jole875]

Luxta turned from the sky and towards the caravan master once more. He could tell the man was still slightly shocked by the prior events but not dog mad, this happened when Luxta first used his powers. These weren't Luxta's lands nor that of his enemies, this was something far different. "Tell me, friend, do you have food and drink on hand? For the drink, if it's an unopened cask don't bother with it," Luxta said heartily as he sheathed Mulga. "Uh, we have some salted beef and a flagon of wine I was saving for tonight's dinner but you've earned that and more, I must ask, who are you?" The caravan master questioned while turning to retrieve a woven basket and leather flagon.

Luxta spent the next few minutes eating and drinking his fill while he spoke with the caravan master, the guards were busy mourning their dead and catching the bandit's horses. Luxta heard it long before those around him with his radar like ears. A rustling in the bushes thirty or so yards away. "Do you have anymore men hiding in the woods," Luxta asked quickly as he stood to his feet and put a hand on his sword. "No, what is it Luxta," the caravan master returned while grabbing his bow. Luxta watched as the horses heard the rustling and ran away from the treeline. Drawing his blade in reaction he narrowed his eyes and crouched low to the ground. What emerged forced the guards and the caravan master to back pedal back in fear, Luxta waited as the beast got closer then rose to his full height with a fierce roar, the beast was still much larger than Luxta. Who would back down first? Luxta thought as he gave the beast a grim smile. Just as he was about to leap forward he felt something, something like a guiding hand steadying his own.

Petroshka

 

[Petroshka]

Amala still couldn't understand the weird girl and gave her a blank stare, her barbarian speech would become a challenge for her to learn. Is this what everyone here spoke? Perhaps it was best to keep her around at the very least for learning about this world. She decided to ignore her and started walking where she sent the bear towards, that is until she saw what seemed like a war party of what Amala couldnt believe were humans who seemed even more savage than the girl she meant. Stopping a few meters away she took refuge behind a tree to analyze who they were and to see if the girl knew them. Amala pointed at the rather large party and looking at the girl as if asking if she knew them or not. Maybe the girl had split up from them and had gotten lost or they were to guard a large caravan the girl was in. Or they may be bandits even, looking for loot and girls to capture. Amala swtiched her stance with her staff to where she is holding it by the hilt, ready if they found them and incase the girl doesnt know them.
Bakuyoshi
Meanwhile on the otherside of the large party the bear encountered a few more sophisticated looking people with some sort of standardized armor, that is except for the one infront of him who wasnt withdrawing like the others. Was this one simply a fool? or was he something else? Amala made the bear got on its hind legs to appear larger and gave out a ear piercing roar. to both catch the party's attention and to scare the foolish hide wearing man away. Perhaps he was part of the warband? who knows, all she knew was that she'll find out soon
jole875 Kazanna

 

[Desert Rose]

NPC- Knox and Lotus

The two partners gasped as their weapons flew out of their hands no matter how hard they gripped and into the smelter. They looked at another before looking back down at the dwarf. Spellcasters were always a nuisance to their line of work for this exact reason and they couldn't help but feel a hint of relief when they were all gone out of the city, it made their jobs a hell of a lot easier.

Lotus started to laugh as the dwarf spoke asking what kind of name was Calcifer. Knox however wasn't as amused and looked at the dwarf carefully "The name Calcifer is feared throughout all the land." he said not taking anything lightly until a pint was placed in his hand.

The two swirled the beverage into the mug and held it up to their nose giving it a good whiff. Knox grinned quite pleased with the smell and if it be poisoned let him die with a tasty beverage. He took a swig followed by his partner. The two looked at the mugs and then each other and then at the dwarf as he finished his explanation of a runesmith.

"Truly there is nothing so tasty in all of Ariael as this." Knox said his guard now down and he was much more friendly whether it was due to the effects of the booze or just by receiving such tasty booze had yet to be seen.

Lotus nodded in agreement before bringing them back on track "If Calcifer finds out... he will be after your power." She stated trying to sound serious as she took another swig.

HighSanguinaryPriest

 

[Desert Rose]

NPC- Group of guards in the capital.

The guards had just gotten their orders to move out into sections and find the source of the light that appeared over by Azide. Upon doing so as luck would have it out in the open were screams that the guards simply could not ignore. They came rushing to the scene only to stop questioningly at the cause of such alarm. They had never seen anything like it and as they cautiously surrounded the man they held their swords and spears towards him.

"Who did Lord Calcifer summon?" A guard whispered

"More like.... what did he summon..." another guard trailed off trying to hide the tremor in his voice.

One of the captains finally broke the silence as he stepped towards the being seeing him injured and wondered the cause. "You sir.... "The captain began "What happened to..." he began gesturing to the man's injury but was cut off by a an old woman's voice in the crowd.

"He just appeared out of nowhere....." she stated causing the crowd to speak all at once in fear and terror.

The captain held up his hands "please everyone... remain calm." he stated and looked back down to the strange newcomer "Our king would like to hear of this and meet with you, would you be so kind to follow me if you can?" he asked him. He figured this would be the best strategy instead of brute force. Convince this man that he was safe and that they would help.

Wick

 

[Desert Rose]

Khaos Varsh-

The elf smiled at this new toy of his and was going to enjoy every minute with her. He tilted his head and looked confused "creepy?" he questioned and shrugged Pandora was beautiful to him not at all creepy in the slightest. His grin faded when she took off running and he gave a slight pout and a huff.

"Now why do you have to be that way luv?" He questioned before jumping up into a tree and easily moved through them with the help of some vines he took control of. His eyes locked on her even if she was ahead of him. He grinned seeing her look back and moved the vines on the tree in her path for her to trip over and would use that distraction to moved down from the tree directly behind her.

"When will people learn that if it slows you down to look back? There is much more chance of survival if you just keep running luv." he explained to her his eyes focused on the vines as they moved their way around his prey.

It worried Khaos a bit seeing how hard it was to use his magic but was glad he could at least still use it in this new world.

"Now then... shall we end the hostility and help one another out?" he asked her gingerly his eyes staring at hers while he waited for an answer.

Ms. Sparrow