Fantasy Turn of the Dark Ages

[Life.]

Before the times of the Dark Ages was the reign of mythical creatures. These creatures everywhere were well respected and even held high positions in human societies. But then came along thoughts and ideas of individuality and separation from the mythicals. The humans began turning on the creatures because of all the power they wielded. The creatures tried to reason back but most ended up dead. Some few survivors took on human appearances by taking human vessels. But these vessels didn't last long. Then came along a promising prophecy for the mythicals.


Six will rise to reign over their species. But these six must venture out and experience the hardships of the original saviors, seek out the origins to if they are ever to succeed in finding their true homeland, Leine. These creatures will bear the uniqueness that was once the Rulers of Leine.


Now during the dark ages humans are suspicious of every little thing. They hold a grudge against the mythicals. They forbid magic because of the creatures. And they prohibit the source of fire, light, or anything associated with these creatures. Humans are so paranoid that they are even going against each other in suspicions that maybe one or the other are aiding in the return of the mythicals. But what they don't know is that really mythicals are living among them. But how much longer can they keep this up?

 

[Life.]

"Take you and your raggedy self elsewhere! We don't need scams like you in here!"


A bedraggled man was shoved out of a pub. In a plain dress shirt and a black vest, dressed with peasant pants, he was slammed into the wall. The door shut after him. He hiccuped and granted a late response to the man who kicked him out, "You have splendid night sir!"


His hands pulled his hair back and blinked his reptilian eyes. Goodness...this must be my fourth bar tonight that I get kicked out from. Sadly seems I can't get drunk though.


Kyro pushed himself off the wall and aimlessly walked down the stony alley. Darkness lighted the surroundings. Ever since humans have begun killing creatures, light has been banned. Stupid really.


He placed his hands in his makeshift pockets (holes cut into his pants) and continued walking. Bored since he has to stay in hiding, the spark of a light caught his attention. But this wasn't any ordinary light. It was said blue wisp. An energy only mythicals can see. His bored smirk turned into a serious line. He approached the light. But before he reached it, it disappeared to soon reappear in a different location. Then the idea registered in his mind. Kyro approached the new energy soon seeing that they were a pathway to somewhere.


His eyes lifted up once more to see if another energy appeared but instead he found himself close to an outskirts pub.

 

[Vyork Ashfin]

"Please let me out! ill do anything i promise!" A new recruit cried in fear. All the soldiers under Crom's command had locked a new soldier into a cage as a initiation so he would learn how hard this life could be. "Let him out unless you want to be next." Crom said as he walked by the scene and entered his tent. He grabbed his notebook and jotted down some thoughts."The one who holds knowledge has power." Crom sat down on his bed and tore his notebook in two.


"I cant continue on this dark path of aiding the humans." Crom tossed the notebook aside and looked toward the exit of his tent. He saw a strange figure that flickered like a flame, it was A blue wisp that hovered in place. 'Im not following you anymore." Crom remembered what happened last time he did and shook at the thought. He grabbed his water canteen and opened it.


Taking a big gulp he looked back at the exit to the tent. "Why me again?"He looked down at his left palm and read the words Air force superiority out loud. "What a stupid tattoo." He laughed then sat and thought if he should go with the wisp or not. After a long debate in his head he decided."Fine im going to follow you....no tricks though." Crom grabbed his sword and helmet then followed the wisp out of the tent. He put his helmet on and holstered his sword."Hold this area....i will be back in a few days." He said to his soldiers. He continued to follow the wisp into a nearby forest and disappeared in the swamps that lied within.

 

[Sulfurlix]

The large man's hands brought the other two, smaller men's head to one another with a grunt, watching the two forms fall into the dust. Pitiful how easily these people could be knocked unconscious. "I say no touch," Scylax grunted out in a choppy, beast like manor. His blocky form turned to glare daggers at the other man who held Scylax's axe, a growl leaving his mouth.


"Oh, uh, here uhm... Here you go, man," the man said, dropping the axe and running. Scylax snorted, going and picking up the heavy axe in his hands like it was a piece of paper. The disguised behemoth clutched his hand around the handle of the steel axe, where metal engravings covered it. Turning and walking from the dark alley, Scylax caught sight of the blue light from the corner of his eye.


Scowling to the wisp, the large, shirt lacking man carrying an axe started after the blue light. A breath of complaint left him when it vanished, only to see another reappear. Was this going to jump around all night? He knew they would lead him someplace, but where he didn't know. Growling to himself, Scylax started towards the wisp to follow. His foot falls were rough against the ground, axe gripped in his hands like something would jump out from him in the trees that now surrounded him. As the trail wore on, his determination to find out where these wisps led to, charcoal brown eyes glaring straight ahead as he went.

 

[Xanafera]

"There's never anything interesting around here," She said, throwing back the bottom of a tall mug of ale and tossing it listlessly across the counter at the barkeep. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her leather coat and found her way outside, looking up and down the alleyway with a sigh. Disappointment her companion, she wandered down the way.


It had been weeks since a good bounty had been put out; she had been left with a petty thief here and there that only provided a moment of a good chase before capture. She had managed to keep her head above water and finances in line by picking up after human affairs, which hadn't been an easy pill to swallow but at least it kept her off the radar. For now. She passed up anything that may have to do with her own kind, But how long before she was the one with a bounty on her head?


"Well, hello there," Nimiah breathed, her trance of thought was broken by a dancing wisp, bouncing blue before her. "I suppose I get to eat my words..."


Grinning, she picked up her pace and followed the light, following it from city center until the street lanterns grew further apart and the night closed in around her. In the darkness, she could see the Wayfarer, the last pub before the long stretch to the next town and a shadow in the night looking about as aimless as she was. The last wisp puffed out of sight and she was left sniffing at the air for the scent of her next move.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Sighs, shaking his head as he patrolled the small town, doing his best to ignore the blue wisp. Muttered under his breath about blowing his cover, finding himself slowly following the wisp despite his wishes. "Fine, I'll see what's needed, if only to get rid of this bleeding wisp." Quickly looks around him, hoping none of the humans heard him, even though they aren't the brightest of humans he would rather avoid awkward questions.


Smiled under his helm, suspecting to meet other mythics yet prepared to have to fight through humans to get to them. "I swear if this blows my cover....." stops again, looking for any curious humans. "Phew," he walked a tad bit faster, hands still forming a claw, looking a tad bit threatening due to how his armor clings to him, causing it to look like a little sickle when he curved his fingers.


Stops, quite confused as he stares at the last pub on the outskirts of town, silently questioning what he should do, looking at the other two figures nearby before walking into the pub, cape fluttering behind him. "Maybe the reason I'm here will become clearer after a few drinks." Chuckles, quite amused as he considers actually taking a few drinks since techinally, he's still on the job.

 

[Vyork Ashfin]

Exiting the swamps Crom came to a stop when he saw a pub on the outskirts of a nearby town. He wiped the mud and guts off his armor that had built up in the swamps. "Damn wisp....what would you have of me? Do you want me to drink?" He did a armor check before approaching the pub.


"Plate.....good.......helmet......good........sword......good.......face......pretty as ever!" Crom began to move towards the pub while following the wisp. "If this is a trap i will banish you!" He looked back at his left


palm. "Remember Air is superior."


He pulled some coins out of his satchel and entered the pub. "Free drinks for all!" Crom threw the coins everywhere and looked for people who ignored the opportunity to get rich quick. Seeing a man in armor Crom approached and asked, "Hello would you be interested in some free gold?" (@Corrupted Artorias )

 

[Xanafera]

Nimiah perched in the shadows, watching the various individuals pass by and enter the pub, each with a different scent than the next. Her brow arched in curiosity. Wondering what the chances were that they followed a similar crumb trail here as well, she debated her own entrance to the pub. It almost felt like a trap: gather all the Mystics for easy pickings. It definitely was out of the norm for so many to be gathered in one place. Pacing back and forth she debated the consequences. Regardless, her face was known in the parts and she could pass off the whole experience as research. On the other hand, another one of these stray Mystics could call her out.


With a growl she turned to leave with a toss of her hands, only to be greeted by three wisps sighing at her and bouncing about.


"Look, I'm not trying to get my hide skinned tonight and," She jumped at a roar of excited men from inside the pub and a scurry and looked towards the commotion as an elderly man exited. Clicking his heels in joy.


"Ten coins! TEN!" He cheered and made his way back to town. "Thank God for generous strangers!"


Nimiah scowled as her stomach gave a growl. "I guess I wanted some excitement," she whispered and tucked her coat around her. "Just a quick bite, and I'm out of there. You hear me, wispies? Damn troublemakers." Muttering profanities she approached the pub cautiously, the hairs on her neck on end and at alert. Oh, how she wished she could just take up her natural form to check this out...

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Glares at the stranger offering him gold, "and what do I need to do for this gold?" Puts his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to drag this stranger away just to show he had a reason to be in the pub.

 

[Sulfurlix]

Emerging from the safe haven of the trees that the earth behemoth savored, Scylax glared at the wisps. "T'is?" His grumbled vocals said in a choppy way, hand gripping around his axe before turning his almost black glare to the pub. The sounds that radiated from it made a smooth growl rumble from his gut, looking back to the blue wisps that kept their own distance from the towering, scowling man. Rolling his shirt-less shoulders, muscles tensing to what could happen in here and the lack he had of 'good' communication.


Walking forward, Scylax tossed his axe over his shoulder, sending a growl to a wisp that popped up in front of his, the small blue thing humming away quickly before disappearing. His dark scowl stared at a man who stood by the door with a beer, "ay, maaan, you can' bring that up in her', grumpy," the man laughed, the stench of alcohol coming off him in waves.


"No touch," the deep, growling command left Scylax, making the man's eyes widen and back up a bit. The disguised behemoth snorted before shoving the door open and taking his clumpy steps into the pub, war paint still smeared on his broad chest, and his tattooed back visible without a care in the world.

 

[Life.]

Kyro felt shivers run down his body.


Mythicals. And a handful of them. Rather a rare and dangerous event. What can this mean?


His eyes narrowed in suspicion. Kyro stayed frozen in the same spot. Studying his surroundings as he observed several mythicals being led to the pub by wisps. Then his icy blue eyes sparkled with knowledge.


No! This can't be! Five mythicals so far, and of all different species...if it were like the prophecy then we are missing one. If this is what I believe it to be then there must be one more mythical joining us.


Kyro decided to head into the pub. Some drinks will probably bring him back to sanity. A far off prophecy, one that has been passed down for ages. Yeah right...like he was a part of that... Or was he?

 

[Vyork Ashfin]

Crom knew this was the one he was meant to meet. The wisps would not have a bad reason to drag Crom to this cheesy run down pub. "Hello my good sir. I do not want anything for this gold." He showed the man in armor his tattoo. "Now do you understand me? If not we can send you to prison...after all i am a general." Crom let out a small laugh and put his hand on his waist. "So...........what is the choice.....jail or knowledge?"Crom knew this was no human just from the way he looked. The man was huge and was probably able to kill him in an instant. He remembered the wisps led him here. "Actually forget that comment about jail......can you see light in darkness.....if yes i will leave you alone." (@Corrupted Artorias )

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Looked back and forth, as if checking if any one was near, quickly removing his gauntlets showing two tatooes, both of which were claws, deciding to take a big risk. He looks at crom and whispers "I see light in darkness, just as I see that we're both not what we claim to be."

 

[Vyork Ashfin]

Crom took of his helmet and bowed. "My name is Crom Goynan. Nice to meet you. The light has guided me to this location." Crom whispered to the man in armor. "If i am correct we are not the only ones here." He put his helmet back on and sat beside the man. "So who may you be. And don't lie because if you do ill know." Crom tosses a few more gold coins at the floor to keep the conversation secret. He leans over and waits for a response from the man in armor. (@Corrupted Artorias )

 

[Xanafera]

(@Sulfurlix) "Ay!" A man snapped, being bumped from behind by someone large and rather intimidating. Turning around, Nimiah looked up into the face of the large man with furrowed brows. "You really ought to watch where you're thundering, brother!" She said, getting eyes from some of the other men at the bar, including the one who was bumped. This massive creation was definitely a Mystical, and extremely out of place.


"Sir, you'll have to forgive him. He forgets his own size sometimes!" She said, slipping the patron a coin and patting Scylax on the shoulder. "Let's get some air, why don't we?"


She gave him a meaningful look. Oh wispies, you brought me here to find this guy? You could have been more subtle... Her thoughts were patronizing but intentions were honest. It could be helpful to have a friend like this guy...

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Whispers rather low, wishing not to be heard "Snakewing, I am Snakewing."

 

[Vyork Ashfin]

Crom smirks and replies, "Well that's rather an odd name is it not? Here i have talk to you about something that is very important." He walks outside and pulls his sword out of the holster. "Now if you follow me i wish to spar with you." Crom readies himself for a beating and spins his sword while he waits for Snakewing to join. "Are you scared of me? your huge!" He says to taunt him. All Crom is trying to accomplish is to gather information on these beings so he knows what to do next. (@Corrupted Artorias )

 

[Sulfurlix]

His scowl didn't falter to the man giving his complaints about being bumped, and of course Scylax could care less to how the man felt about being shoved. He was able to half way raise his fist, in plans to knock the man out to shut him up, before he heard someone else directing words to him. Turning, he quickly snorted a breath of air when he realized the woman was another mystical, and not just some person he wouldn't mind clumping his fist or the hilt of his axe into.


His sceptical look glued onto her and the man, but quickly zeroed in on Nimiah when the hand patted his shoulder. "No touch," his choppy vocalizations grumbling out in a small growl. He was not a rather social being to strangers--he'd have to work on that, maybe. Hand tightening around the hilt of his axe, Scylax turned his massive form so he could look at the door. He had just gotten here, and now she wanted him to go back out? His charcoal brown eyes shifted around the other patrons of the bar, knowing there were other mysticals here, but they were casually hidden amongst the crowd (at least better than this large bloke could hide).

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Grins, slowly walking out drawing his sword. "Don't die on me old man." Stretches, quickly calculating the best spots to hit without killing.

 

[Vyork Ashfin]

Making sure no one is around to listen in to his following comment Crom creates a small dust cloud around the pub. "I am one hundred and seventy four years old. I do not think im old and in fact feel rather good." He charges at Snakewing and raises his sword. "I do not apreciate being called old man you twat!" All he is trying to do is get a rise out of Snakewing so he can figure out his weakness. "I am going to tear you a new one!" He swings for Snakewing's leg and tries to knock him down.(@Corrupted Artorias )

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Smiles, quickly swinging his sword down, knocking crom's sword away, quickly grabbing crom's wrist, twirling his sword and bringing it hilt first upon the back of his hand, kicking him in the chest, knocking him away "I would suggest stopping, wouldn't want you to break your back"

 

[Vyork Ashfin]

"Break my back? You think ill have my back broken by you?" Crom laughs and spits a small amount of blood towards Snakewing. "I think this was enough fun for one day." He mumbles something and the dust cloud around the pub disappears. "So i know we are not the only ones here." He points to Nimia and Scylax. "See we are not alone in this darkness brother." Crom falls to the ground and spits up a bit more blood. "I think you broke a rib." He laughs and stands back up, his armor is pushed in where he was kneed in the chest. "So how are you going to pay for a new chest plate on my suit you barbarian?" (@Corrupted Artorias )

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Chuckles, "How about some fresh armor from my work? If you can carry it." stretches "or if you're attached to it I guess I could pay for some kind of smith, if any are still in business."

 

[Life.]

Kyro's eyes narrowed, the only things illuminated against the damp background.


He then brought forth out his dragon senses. One smells as a Gryphon the other next to him...a Chimera. Then a Fenrir and lastly a Behemoth. His eyes traveled around in search of the last. Kyro felt skeptical about this group though. If we are to be the prophecy...then we must somehow get along and work as a team.


Kyro kept on observing his teammates from the shadows.

 

[Xanafera]

"Right...." She said, eyeballing him and sucking on the inside of her cheek before tucking her hair behind her ear and heading back outside. He would either follow or he wouldn't. But what She saw outside was more worrying.


A spar.


"You've got to be joking..." She put a finger to her forehead. She supposed it wasn't too out of place, drunk men fight all the time. But their scent wasn't drunk, nor was it man. Wisps and mysticals? They were all meant to be here together.


She swore that she would never complain of boredom again and stepped towards them.


"Gentlemen?" She called at the pair, "Sorry to ruin your affair, but I think I'm intended to join you. Me and the Goliath," she thumbed in the direction of the pub, not bothering to check if he was there.