Fantasy Warriors Of Khartouma: The Seven Dreaded (IC)

[Darrian_Gabriel]

The night sky shines with the brilliance of a thousand dots of sparkling light. The air is filled with the ambiance of a primeval world ruled by savagery, fear and survival. The endless expanse of empty desert reaches to infinity in every direction, the lifeless sands, mixing perfectly with the shadows. This was a place that none but the hardiest of warriors dared to tread. This was the feared Land Of The Black Sand on the very edge of the western shores of the Great Lands of Khartouma. This was the very definition of desolate, the essence of the unknown. A large imposing structure which somewhat resembled a gigantic obelisk, rose out of the black sandy dunes. This was simply known as The Monolith. The ruins of a long forgotten civilization surrounded the mysterious megalith. The night danced with torch lit fires encircling a large perimeter around the numerous ruins where hundreds of nomadic emissary's representing the last of the free tribes in Khartouma, were all gathered. There are those that had traveled many days in the endless burning deserts to get here and all at the behest of a mysterious wise woman known simply as The Prophetess.

On the northern edge of the Monolith, a tall and hardened looking warrior stares up into the black sky, his face adorned with several tribal like tattoos. He wears a loose fitting tunic, pants and boots and all reinforced with dark brown leather armor. On his back is strapped an impressive looking sword, his person adorned with various blades positioned strategically around his waist, arms and legs. He is soon joined by an older man with a thick beard, streaks of gray running along it's length. He too is decorated with facial tattoos.

"So when is this old beggar going to make her appearance? We didn't travel all this way to mingle about in over grown black sand pit." says Jericho impatiently.

Tavvin looks over to his adopted son and grins slightly "Have you never heard of the value of patience my boy?"

"I don't like this father, this withered old conjure could've have easily lured us into a trap. I mean who is she to demand that we along with the rest of the independent tribes come running whenever she snaps her fingers? I give odds that this so called Prophetess is nothing but a soft in the head hermit, who doesn't even know what year it is."

"Enough Jeri! The Prophetess is well respected by myself and the other chieftains. Her words are wise, sage and give voice to whatever is left of the free tribes. She has proven her worth even before you were able to lift a sword. So you would do well to show your proper respect. Besides she has direct sanction of the Jaded Oracles." snaps Tavvin.

"We are The Blight father, one of the most feared tribes in the seven deserts, we answer to no one. We strike how and when we want...we are held accountable to only ourselves."

Tavvin begins to peer through a retractable spy glass "Accountability is relative my son. Honor cannot be bought and respect can never be ignored. The Prophetess has far earned the respect of The Blight. You are a master of the fight and the sword, however you still need to learn that everyone must answer to someone...even us." says the older man, his voice calming from disciplinary to wisdom laced. "Blasted glare!"

Jericho narrows his eyes in confusion "What is it?"

Tavvin collapses the spy glass back down "I was trying to make out the lower symbols at the base of the Monolith, but the glare of the fire of those blasted nomads is blinding..and after I specifically told them to torque it down!" Tavvin than begins to walk towards another encampment a short distance in front, followed closely by Jericho.

"I thought we talked about this archers! Is there really a need for your fire light to be this brazen?" says Tavvin impatiently.

A man dressed in a hooded cloak and seated in front of the fire answers casually "It is custom in our order to have particularly bright fires. We believe the brighter the fire, the more light to shine up towards Kel' Kadesh." says the man without turning around to face Tavvin.

"I don't care about your ridiculous religious convictions nomad. If you continue to burn these absurd reaching fires, your liable to set everyone else's encampment ablaze!"

The hooded man only slightly turns his head, again choosing not to fully acknowledge Tavvin "I suppose if you feel that strongly about it, perhaps you should put the fire out yourself, aye swordsman?"

Seeing this as blatant disrespect, Tavvin swiftly draws his broad sword...In an instant the hooded man whirls around and fires off a small arrow from a wrist mounted crossbow, which knocks the blade from Tavvin's grip. He swiftly fires off a second arrow, this time aimed at Tavvin's face, but the Blight Chieftain catches the arrow in mid air, mere millimeters away from striking his face. With his other hand, Tavvin retrieves a small dagger from his belt and flings it at the hooded archer, but the small blade is deflected by another arrow from which the man fires off from his small crossbow. The entire exchange is enacted with eye blurring speed, lasting no more than a few seconds.

The Hooded archer's elderly face sports a large grin as he intakes a few sharp breathes "I believe the point goes to me, aye Blightsman?"

This is met with a thunderous roar of laughter from Tavvin "Touche old man."

The two men go to greet each other, this time both laughing as they embrace "Good to see you, you hot tempered cobra!" says the old archer.

"You as well, you decrepit old slinger." says Tavvin.

"This puts me up two points if memory serves..." says the archer.

"Nonsense, that last time we met at the Shifting Trails was a draw!" says Tavvin.

Jericho just looks on in disbelief "What in the name of Kharderash just happened?"

Tavvin looks back and laughs "Just an old game me and this old time slinger have been engaged with for the better part of twenty years. Jeri, this is Cadeesian, Grand Master of the Monks Of Kel' Kadesh. Cadessian, you recognize my son, Jericho."

"Of course, the last time I saw this young one, he was but a boy no more than knee height. I'm glad to see you've grown into such a fine young warrior. Your feats at the Trials Of Kharderash have certainly made their rounds throughout Khartouma, even reaching the likes of my people." says Cadeesian.

"You do me great honor archer and I have indeed heard tales of the Monks Of Kel' Kadesh. Your tribe is rumored to be the deadliest bowmen throughout the seven deserts."

"All we do is for the greater harmony of Kel' Kadesh. In fact that's why we are here. The Prophetess is said to commune with not just the Jaded Oracles, but all forces of righteous balance, including our great patron god."

"...and yet after three days, the old crone has yet to show her face. Tell me, Cadessian, how long have you and your archers labored out here in the black sands waiting for this so called Prophetess?" sneers Jericho.

Cadeesian smiles and laughs slightly, sensing Jericho's brashness "One of the first thing we learn in our training as monks and bowmen, is that without patience, there can be no victory. A valuable lesson, my young warrior."

"Well, what a coincidence. We were just speaking about that, aye son?" grunts Tavvin as he playfully jabs Jericho in the gut with his shoulder.

The young Blightsman just grits his teeth in begrudging acceptance "All I know is, she had better show soon."

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[Dak]

Five days. It had been five days. Five days since Balik had eaten anything. The pains in his stomach was like a dagger sunk deep into his belly. His mind must have had played tricks on him. He could swear he could smell something sweet in the air. He trudged on, his wolf trudging on behind him. He did like one thing about that mutt, it was resilient. It followed him till it couldn't. Balik could hear it whimpering as it's stomach had groaned. For some reason, that wolf was the only thing that he couldn't eat. Maybe because Balik knew that it was infested with diseases, or that it had no meat on the bone.

Balik had trudged over the dune. That was when he saw a giant stone in the distance. A thought passed threw his mind. "Food..." He thought. Something that big might have a village near it. People would gather around monuments for one reason or another. A smile crept across his face. "There..." He said to the wolf, pointing to the monolith. "There we will be something to eat." He said bobbing up and down. He knew that there was something to eat there. Slowly he pushed on, the wolf following slowly. The both of them were starved and needed to eat something, and it had to be soon. Collapsing from hunger would be worse then dying. He hadn't gone longer then maybe a day without eating. The hunger pains hurt.

After 8 hours he and the wolf were halfway there. They were trudging on empty. If they didn't find anything to eat there then they were going to collapse. Collapsing led to death. "One more meal... One more step.... One more day...." He kept repeating that order over and over again. He clenched his stomach. His gear was starting to get heavy, and yet he trudged on. Soon his body was going to stop moving. He shook his head and forced it to move. One more step. One more meal. One more day again and again.

At 16 hours, he was finally there. His nose wasn't playing tricks on him. He smelt sweat. It was so sweet. It meant that there was food. Something, or someone to eat. He found a straggler, probably scouting or hunting for food. He pulled out his bow, and mustered enough strength to pull the bowstring back enough. He took aim and shot. The arrow soared through the air and found mark in the throat. Both Balik and the wolf had rushed over to to the tribesman. Both sinking their fangs into the flesh. The sweat taste of blood and muscle rushing down both of their throats down into their stomachs. Euphoria had filled both of their heads as they had finally had something to eat.

With both of their bellies full Balik had looked at the wolf. "I smell something sweeter over there. Come on. Lets have a feast." He said standing over. They had left an mangled corpse of a man left. The pair had crept their way towards the encampment. Poor tribesman didn't know they were about to die. He had found a few tents where men were sleeping. "FOOOOOOOOOOD" He had thought. He had only taken the lives of two when he was noticed.

A cry went out through out the camp. If his tribe hadn't tossed him out and forced him to wander they would of had this bounty of food. They could have overpowered these tribesmen. But it was Just Balik and the wolf. The wolf had started to eat. Balik had rushed out the back of the tent. His face covered in blood along with his hands as he began to scurry about the camp. Every route was blocked. He went deeper into the camp. That was when his nose started going crazy. He could smell the blood. It was sweet and inviting. It was coming from a man covered in blades.

Balik had stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes focused on the man. "Food." He had said silently. He drew his gladius in his left hand, his war ax in his right. He took a step forward. "Food." He said louder. His eyes focused but frenzied on the man. "Food... Food.... FOOOD....FFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD" He screamed at the top of his lungs. He full on dead sprinted towards the man. Within seconds he was within striking range of the man. "Get in my Belly. I shall devour your flesh and drink your blood. You shall become my dinner. You and everyone here. Now I shall feast on your flesh." He had said. Gladius at the ready to strike. It was a faint. His real attack would be coming from below with his war ax. The hunger pains in his stomach was driving him crazy, because Balik is always hungry. For hunger never subsides.



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[Ace Cream]

Bell

Two mounted figures made their way through the desert. One was a cloaked woman on a donkey and the other one was a teenage boy on a giant flightless bird, the boy also had an eagle perched on his shoulder. The boy was Lottarie and the woman was Belladona, both were members of Mistborn tribe who were told to go to The Monolith as the representative of their tribe.

The scorching desert was merciless, but since they came prepared they didn't encounter problems with their supply. Though since there's only two of them they couldn't fight against a few of the bigger monsters that they encountered and choose to take the safer but longer route. Hence why they might be a bit late.

"I still don't really know why they picked me for something that sounds important like meeting The Prophetess. I mean, there's dozens of other better messengers than me, I'm far from experienced and don't even have a proper mentor-" Along the way the boy seemed to be the one who do the talking while Bell only replied with occasional nods and grunts. Only when Lot already finished all his babbling that the woman finally opened her mouth to speak.

"Duty..." Huh, that came out much shorter than she thought it would be. She planned to give the boy some encouragement and reminds him of the fact that most of the tribesmen was still in Edesa to help with the reconstruction. It might need one or two more months until the Mistborn ready to go their separate way again.

"Yes, duty! I really should know it's not my place to question my duty. I'm sure the elders are wise enough to-" Lot's continous stream of words was stopped when Bell put her hand to cover his mouth. They were now on top of a sandy hill overlooking their destination and they could see The Monolith surrounded by numerous camps.

"Something's wrong."Bell's sharp eyes darted from corner to corner until she was able to spot the unfolding event that caused her uneasiness. A man covered in blood was rampaging through the camps. It seems he had just started since there's not much people who were there to handle him.

"W-what's happening?" Lot turned pale and was obviously shaken by the sight of it. He immediately pulled a totem from his bag and hold it close to his chest.

"Hmm.... I don't know, but people were killed." Bell didn't let her sight got distracted as she nocked an arrow into her long bow and aimed it at the man.

"C-can you hit him from this far?"

"Yes." Bell released the arrow. It flew through the sky with incredible speed towards the bloody man's chest.

Dak

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Seymour, The Blind One

The rhythmic beats of camel feet on desert sand is not a strange sight. However it is the rider of the camel that is peculiar. A knightly warrior with an eye-catching helmet and tattered, crimson cape carried gently by the wind. But what is an armored warrior doing in the desert? Surely, death awaits from the sun's blasting rays for such an individual. Seymour knew this, which is why he travelled during the cool night. Around eight days ago Seymour was approached by a certain Prophetess, who encouraged the experienced loner to seek out The Monolith. At first Seymour was hesitant against the Prophetess' wishes, even flat out stating that he was not interested in this fool's errand but... Something tugged at him, deep within his soul that pushed against the logical thinking of his mind. So after an hour or so of searching, he found the Prophetess again and agreed with her wants except he did say he'll be wary all the way.

Seymour 'looked' up at the night sky, sometimes he likes to imagine the stars and the moon as they stared back down at him. The knight's sight hasn't been with him for eleven years but that doesn't bother him, his other senses compensate for the lack of vision. It does occasionally pose a challenge when he is travelling to an unknown land such as this, the Prophetess did provide him with very detailed directions although the camel was his idea to acquire even had to pay for it himself. Whilst travelling this desolate land, Seymour's senses picked up a variety of stimuli; from the insects skittering on the little grains, the rustling desert flora, the putrid smell of a carcass, the light pebbles that pelted his steel shell, et cetera.

Eventually, the arid wind ceased its' flow and Seymour knew that he was nearing the so-called Monolith. At his guess, another hour or two before reaching the base. A calming sense of relief almost washed over him as the journey almost reached its' conclusion, the quest however has only just begun for him.

Then as if out of nowhere, the screams of tribesmen alerted him. At first, he assumed it was a war-cry but one quick analysis later, the screams held no rage instead were plagued with fright. It seems some unlucky group were ambushed by anothe--- No, a single person and a mangy wolf were the perpetrators of this attack. This man must be either savagely deranged or dangerously skilled in order to attack a tribe alone, with nothing but himself and an animal companion. Might as well interfere with this, the Prophetess did make mention of a certain tribe meeting me at the Monolith.

Seymour ordered the camel to speed up, the camel being masterfully trained received the command and began to speed up. As Seymour raced towards the sounds of carnage and steel clashing, his keen ears registered the faintest flick of bowstring and the characteristic sound of arrowheads parting the air as it travelled. The origin of the sound was perpendicular to Seymour and he wasn't the target, judging by how the arrow distanced itself as the seconds counted down. A tribesmen archer took aim and released? Doubtful as it arrived from a similar direction that Seymour was hailing from so likely another outsider or it could be another companion to the attacker.That archer caught me off-guard, better watch out in case he decides to point that bow at me.

He drew his bastard sword from the supply pack mounted on the camel's rump then lowered his speed.

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[mysteryxio]

“As for the other captain, he left his ship with me…as well as his head.” Alder looked back to see his crewman enjoy the story, well 2 of them did, the other one looked nervous, as if the captain might suddenly turn his sword on him. “Hey you were warned, my stories are not for those of weak stomach.”

“But I didn’t think you actually did those things. Thought they were all made up and the like.” The lad shivered at the recollection. "They also don't include some of the more *gulp* colorful...details."

“One thing about the Captain is that every story you hear is true. He leaves out no details that are not relevant.”

“Ay. Oh Captain tell the one about how you made them Parrot looking brothers eunuchs. Love that one. Was better seein’ it but the way you tell it’s good too.”

Their newest recruit, appropriately named Rook his actual name, looked down in horror. He would’ve covered himself but the saddle prevented him from doing so fully. The group had been travelling for a few days now on horseback. As a man of the sea, Alder felt strange out in the desert, away from the water for so long.

The Prophetess approached without caution or fear of him or his crew. He’d heard from others of this woman when she’d introduced herself, what she knew. Hearing that she wanted to speak with him directly, well…curiosity had always been a fault of his. The two had spoken for only a few moments, alone of course. He loved his crew, but there were some things that a captain needed to keep to themselves. The words she spoke, the way she carried herself, he found himself convinced. His crew remained with the ship with only 3 accompanying him. Forge, who came from a desert area and was familiar with how to survive there. Hale, the ship’s navigator and star reader who was asking for more stories, and Rook who he brought along to keep the other crewman from making him do something that would get their newest member killed, he didn’t want that to keep happening those that kept joining up.

“Think Rook’s had enough tales of carnage for now. Don’t want the lad being too worked up,” Alder told him, trying to keep Rook from getting scared off. Chili was resting in Alder’s shirt, trying to keep warm in the cold night air.

Forge pulled her steed next to Alder’s. “Captain up ahead,” she pointed out some light some distance away. This meant that they were getting closer to The Monolith.

“Nice eyes Forge. That woman said there’d be others. Won’t be long now.” As they continued to ride Alder looked at his crew. Seeing that Rook still looked as if he'd just seen death he started to sing, trying to cheer him up.

Oh, the moon is lovely

And it showed down on all our faces

In the twinkle of the twilight hour

That lovely summer night

You’ve got me to dance and sway up

In the calm and happy way-ay

And we dance the night away

And share a kiss to last evermore

So, for you to keep the memory

When the moon high and shining

Even though we’re so far up it's in

Your heart will surely know

That to me your life’s a treasure

And a gift that’s beyond measure

And I’ll say till the day is long

I’ll be with you in this song​

The crew seemed gave a small applause with Rook having his normal color return to him. As they approached Alder thought he heard screams coming from ahead of them. Deciding to investigate, he took out his spyglass, shocked by what he saw. One man, one wolf, lots of blood. "Forge stay back here with Rook, wait for the screams to die down then follow. Hale you're with me were gonna get a closer look." The two men got off their horse then continued on foot to see what was happening.

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[ArchAngelLexi]

At one of the camps a roaring fire burned as a young woman, Raina, danced around it. She wore a bralette and a short skirt so that it wouldn't catch fire as she moved around it. One of her fellow tribe mates was playing the drums while the others made idle conversation and ate. They had travelled 5 total days to get to the obelisk as directed the by the prophetess. In total 5 had made the journey together; two of the elders, one of which was the one who trained Raina, and the top 3 assassins.
A joke was told and a gruff laugh could be heard over the beat of the drums. A smile was on Raina's face as she danced about, obviously enjoying herself. Her dance and the fire had seemed to attract the attention of some of the nearby camps as a few members of other tribes approached to watch. The elders waved them over, politely but cautiously greeting the others. In contrast the 2 younger assassins seemed visibly more weary of the other tribes and continued to watch them out of the corner of their eyes, ready to grab their weapons at any moment.
Over the sounds of their merriment a distance scream was heard. Raina immediately stopped her dance as the drums were dropped as the 2 other assassins grabbed their weapons, ready to attack. The elders had even retrieve their own weapons rather quickly but did not move from their spot. Their warm expressions had vanished as they glared at the guests, making sure they weren't planning anything.
"Raina, Minx, will you two escort our guests out of the camp." the elder man seemed to order rather than ask.
"Yes sir," Minx, a tall muscular male, responded as raina retrieved her sword. She was the first to approach the members from the other tribes, pointing her sword at them with a stern look on her face. "Move," she demanded.
One of them seemed to reach for a concealed weapon but was stopped by one of their own. "come on, we need to check back on our camp."
As Minx and Raina escorted them out their other tribe mate went with the elders into one of the tents to keep them safe. With the others fully out of the camp the others returned to the elders for further instruction.
"Minx we want you to stay in the tent with us. Aron you will patrol the perimeter of our camp. Lastly, Raina you will go investigate but do no engage unless you have to," the elder woman instructed the 3 young assassins of their tribe. They all silently nodded before Aron and Rana exited the tent together.
"Stay safe Raina," the other boy, who was smaller than mix but just as fit, said before she left.
"Don't worry Aron. I'm not gonna die today," she responded playfully before heading in the direction of the screams and yelling.
As she neared the camp in which the sound seemed to be coming from she slowed her pace and crouched lower to the ground. Once she was near enough that she could barely see what was happening she stopped. There seemed to be an alteration with a very blood covered man and wolf but beyond that she couldn't yet make out much. following the instructions of her teacher she stayed back but kept her sword at the ready.

 

[Darrian_Gabriel]

Out of nowhere the relative stillness of the night was shattered by what seemed to be a crazed individual and a wolf. The man sneered like a wild beast shouting something about food.

"What in the name of Kharderash is that supposed to be?" sneered Jericho.

"A friend of yours Cadeessian?" asked Tavvin almost jokingly.

"Whatever that thing is, he's not one of mine." responded Cadeesian.

The blood soaked man suddenly started to rush Jericho at full speed, howling like a maniac. Jericho just started on, not moving a muscle, with an almost arrogant smirk on his face "Oh look, the beast is charging."

The young Blightsman simply swerved out of the way, but the wild man did have more accuracy than Jericho was anticipating and managed to scrape the warrior across his shoulder, drawing blood. At that exact same moment, Tavvin sensed the breaking of the air as a wayward arrow traveled through the wind, directly at Jericho and his attacker. On pure reactional instinct, Tavvin drew his sword with lightning speed and blocked the deadly projectile.

"Your getting slow boy, you should've sensed that one half a second ago." said Tavvin in a mocking tone.

"So it would seem..." said Jericho as he slightly clutched the deep cut on his shoulder. But without missing a beat, he sprung into action and sunk his fist into the wild man's jaw with a savage punch. Giving him no time to recover, Jeri performed a spectacular spin kick, which sent the man's sword flying out of his grasp. This was followed by a knee to the gut and before anyone could blink, Jericho had his attacker on his knees. The young warrior than violently yanked the man's head back by his hair and pressed a dagger up against his throat "Tell me dreg, just how would you like your entrails displayed on the outer rim of our camp?" said Jericho with a sinister calm voice.

Tavvin looked back and smirked "The boy always did have a temper." He looked up and noticed that the ones that fired the arrow a split second before were advancing "Well it seems your dreg has some friends." Tavvin twirls his broad sword in a show of force "If you cowards want your savage back, you'll have to come down and get him. All you need do is get past me first." he said with a gleeful grin.

Tavvin is momentarily interrupted by the wild man's wolf, who growled in aggression. Cadeessian responds by drawing an unusual looking arrow from his back quiver "I have you covered Tavvin." he said as he launched the odd looking arrow in the direction of the wolf. But instead of striking it, the arrow exploded just a few feet from hitting the ground, a fine yellow mist dispersing throughout the night air. A few moments later, the wolf dropped to the ground, still alive, but in a stone like slumber.

"Very nice, what was that stuff?" asks Tavvin.

"A rare sleep concoction, derived from the sap of a Drakkin Tree. The creature will be out for hours. Now, let us stop all this nonsense! Who are you and why have you sent this savage to attack us?" shouted Cadeessian to the archer who had fired the arrow.

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[Dak]

Balik's nose scrunched up. The smell of this man had multiplied. How could this be? It was like there was more then just him. What was going? "The hell?..." He thought. This was not the time to be thinking about smells. He was in a fight. The smell was tantalizing. A growl came up from his stomach. He wanted to eat this man. He would taste so good. Silvia had been drooling out of his mouth, mixing with the warm blood covering his chin. Balik's face had become distorted with a wicked smile. This was going to be good. He let out a laugh. It was mix between bloodcurdling and psycho.

His hit had landed. He could see the blood trickling out of the cut. Balik's nose scrunched up. He could smell it. The man had smelled good on the outside, but on the inside, the smelled tainted. It almost made Balik gage. He was in shock when the man had attacked him. It was a mixture of the sickening smell of this mans blood, the pure speed of this man and the hunger from starvation. Balik went down like a sack of potatoes. Balik looked at the man as he pressed his dagger to his throat. He didn't know who this man was, but he knew one thing, he remembered the stench of this mans blood. He couldn't place it, but he knew he had smelt it before.

Balik had chuckled when he the man asked his question. "Like I would align myself with weaklings like those. Your smell is overpowering them. Besides I like some pray that has some fight in them." He licked his lips and chin. His tongue picked up all the blood and drool on his chin. He scrunched up his nose. "But I will say one thing. Even though you smell delicious on the outside. Your blood reeks of the tainted. Infect trash..." His eyes focused on the man with the dagger. "I'll kill you for sport and feed you to the mutt." He said turning his eyes over to where he could only see the wolf out of the corner of his eye. His eyes relaxed and looked back at the man. "Damned mutt... Good help is hard to come by."

It was hard be he ignored the mans awful smell. He could smell the others. They smelled like this man, but not as potent. He looked at the man. "Seems like I lost. So out of the kindness of my black heart. There's five here that smell like you." He looked around trying to focus on the smells but the man was potent. It was hard. "My ancestors are smiling upon me dreg. Shores calling me. Now kill me. Cause if you don't then I will kill you slowly." He could feel the dagger pressed his throat. If that wasn't there, Balik could have tired to rip this guy's nose off. He snarled at the man.

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[Ace Cream]

Bell

Belladona whistled as she witnessed her arrow caught by one of the people who were attacked. She was thinking that they would be able to handle the attacker thenself so she beckoned to Lot to keep walking downhill towards the camps, by the time they arrived at the scene the culprit was ready captured. She was ready to just set up her camp and rest so she was confused when the people there asked her about her reason of sending the savage.

"I'm not." Bell flowned and shrugged but offer no further explanation. She felts like her intention was clear enough and it was Lot who actually caught the gist of what was actually happening. The boy put himself in front of the tribemens and started explaining their situation. They just arrived, saw the bloody fight and Bell decided to intervene by aiming at the culprit. He was usually pretty good at explaining things but with some towering unfamiliar muscular men as his audience he found his voice stuttered here and there. Meanwhile Bell seems to be more interested in the unconscious wolf and muttered 'drakkin sleep bomb' after taking a step towards it before stepping back.

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[Dodging Rain]

Spade dagger drawn from the sheath as Vriska eyed her target. Eyes focused on where to strike precisely. Her form indistinguishable with the various flora paraphernalia that decorated her loose clothe. And then she stabbed forward, then she stabbed again, and again...

...against the ground that surrounded the plant she is harvesting, dislodging the scraps of plant matter from the ground. One gloved hand holding the stem of the plant at the top while the other used the spade dagger to scrap the sand hanging from the root with slow and precise motion as to not lose any of the plant. After a thorough 5 minute of repetitive motion, she sheathed the spade dagger on her belt before opening a pouch on the other side of her belt and placing the plant inside along with some other different varieties of plants inside. She would need to process and sort them out later, especially important when she is in a dry desert region on her way towards this Monolith alone. She would not bring the family into this matter as she doubted that, as capable as they are, they would not be able to survive the trek.

Normally she wouldn't be out in this forsaken region if it wasn't for a meeting with a woman called the Prophetess. At first, she was skeptical of what she had said. The claim seemed a bit...outlandish. Even if what she said was true, why would seek a lowly herbalist such as herself. She wasn't even part of anything. She dismissed the woman on that hand. However, the following the day, she was constantly visited by her once again. She wasn't intrusive though; slowly but surely, her words was starting to become more believable to Vriska, to Vriska's own chagrin. And there was this strange...as if something was calling her somewhere, something she could not place her fingers on or make any sense.

Her reverie was interrupted by a series of noise; they did not sound like something made from an animal or even natural. Her breath suddenly still to a near slow pace behind the mask, leaving her with a near noiseless environment around her otherwise. Although she does not have the acute senses like animals, she was able to hone her senses to focus on the source to discern its sound. The sound itself seems far by was towards the direction of the Monolith. Vriska wasn't sure how she would be able to navigate around the source of the sound without potentially "bumping" into the source. The best action would be to scout the source, discover its nature, and figure a way to avoid potential danger. Slowly, she shuffled forward. Her footsteps almost silent as she meticulously moved forward, her forward, almost shrouded by the near yellow color and texture of her robe that makes it harder to spot her from a distance. Then, her form looked almost indistinguishable from the sand itself, a small illusory magic spell. Hopefully this was enough to avoid trouble or complications, one that is already a hopeless wish.

Darrian_Gabriel

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Seymour, The Blind One

The camel-riding knight continued to advance towards the sounds of battle, the distinct barks of confusion and orders amongst the tribesmen became clearer with each step. The chaotic attack of the savage and his lupine companion were like a beacon in the dark for Seymour, so there is no worry in accidentally missing the action. However it seems as though the situation was already beginning to be handled as the distinct voice of someone, arrogantly proclaimed, that the beast was charging. By the beast's hurried footsteps on the sand, he determined it was the bloodlusted savage. The savage's blade had grazed the warrior somewhere on his arm, too far to tell the exact location however it does seem that this warrior is skilled in having evaded that frenzied blow.

He wagered that he'd have to tread carefully around this merry-band of tribesmen. Then the warrior singlehandedly apprehended the savage utilizing his fist and feet as weapons, trained with steel weapons and one's own limbs, this was not a tribe of peace-makers that's for sure. He asked the savage whether he would like his entrails displayed along the rim of their camp, Charming.

He caught man's name in the air, a Tavvin then something about a Drakkin Tree. The archer arrived earlier than him but it seems that they were bombarded with questions. Then a woman's voice replied that 'I'm not' at their answers, oh it's the archer then a boy began explaining away their situation as he explained, Seymour's ears perked up at their names. The blind knight lifted up his hand as he approached the tribesmen, their prey, and the archer. "Hail! It seems I've missed this bash." He stopped his ride then lept off, his tattered crimson cape fluttered as steel boots slammed on fine granules of sand. "Apologies, I would have made it here sooner if I knew the hawk-eyed's intention." He motioned towards Belladonna with steel gauntlet. The faceless sheen of the knight's helmet moved turned to each person currently present as if actually looking at them, including the mangy wolf. He knew their present location thanks to their heart beats, a trick Seymour can do when he's close enough to a person. "I am Seymour." He spoke with confidence as left hand lazily rested on his sheathed sword, Eternal Moon.

Ace Cream Dak Darrian_Gabriel

 

[mysteryxio]

Without looking to see if Hale was following him, as he knew he would stick close by, Alder made his way through the camp. The way the structures around them were set up reminded him of some nomad clans that’d stopped by a port he visited. Perhaps these people like that as well. Perhaps they were religious and he was walking into some type of ritual that was meant to be a celebration or a prayer to a god which the screams of terror were actually screams of joy…despite how unlikely that was, no matter what he had to know, he wasn’t gonna risk getting involved with cultists…not after last time. He shook the thoughts from his head as he would get his answers soon. As Alder made his way, he listened for any signs of movement. He had no idea if the people around where friend or foe and it was likely best to not alert them. He made his way around yet soon came across the sight of a woman lurking nearby. Watching something further up out of his sight.

She was beautiful and clearly some kind of dancer. Alder knew better though, some of the most alluring treasures out there were deadly, they were meant to entice then move for the kill. He found that people were like that as well, even more so. Hale however was…less understanding of this fact and often lost his share of treasure to some lass with a nice voice willing to give him the time of day. Making sure that Hale didn't see her, he directed him to hold. "Go find the others. Have them stay just outside of the camp. I'm gonna do some more investigating here." Hale turned and made his way back the way they came. Taking a breathe, he woke Chili from his slumber who then moved to his back to hide. Alder found it helpful to have a monkey in times of crisis, especially when his opponent couldn't see them. He walked as silently as he could them prepared his charms, hoping to get info out of her. "Pardon me, but someone as beautiful as yourself shouldn't hide away."

ArchAngelLexi

 

[ArchAngelLexi]

As Raina Watched the scene unfold from a distance her eyes widened a bit at the speed in which it was resolved. That man surely is fast. Though he seems a bit cocky. But the older man, he seems even more powerful and wise, much like my elders. That salvage didn't even stand a chance against that tribe. Though he must have done some damage. Her eyes moved to the wolf and followed back to the man who shot something at it, causing it to sleep. Now that is interesting. I'd love to get my hands on whatever he's got.
She could see others approaching the scene and considered heading back now but stopped herself when she heard someone approaching from behind. She stayed still but was poised, ready to launch an attack as soon as they were near enough. Her eyes were closed as she listened to the sound of feet shuffling through the sand. As soon as the man spoke she quickly turned and lunged at the man with her sword. Stopping the blade at his throat.
"Clearly nobody taught you not to sneak up on a woman. I suggest you identify yourself now before I remove your head. And if I don't like your answer I'll still kill you," She threatened, her eyes boring into the man's as if it could see into his soul and burn him from the inside out. Despite her size in comparison her aura, while enchanting, matched that of the killer she really was. From her posture to the look on her face you knew she fully intended to kill the man where he stood if she didn't get or like his answer. She pushed the blade against his throat slightly more, not breaking the skin yet. Her eyes looked him over every few seconds, briefly checking for the slightest muscle movement to see if he'd make a move against her. If she felt he was gonna attack she'd quickly dip out.

 

[mysteryxio]

Alder held up his hands and put a shocked look on his face over the sudden attack. Yup, always the pretty girls, he thought to himself. He opened his mouth to speak but the blade pressing on his throat prevented him from doing so, with gasping and breathless words coming out. He signaled this to the woman by pointing at the weapon. Trying to take a slow step back to give himself some air, he slipped and fell onto the sand, though this was on purpose. Doing so gave Chili enough time to move. He rubbed his throat, while it didn't really hurt he needed this woman to think it did. Keep her focus on him. He threw in a cough to help his act then cleared his throat. "Ahem. Interesting greeting you got there." He tried joking to her. "Look I came to investigate the Monolith. I'm a treasure hunter of sorts. Something this big, this ancient, there's some secrets hidden in there." He started telling her half truths. He'd no idea how she'd react if she knew he was a bloody pirate. They tended not to have the best reputation.

"I was surprised, needless to say, that there were some others here. I heard a scream and tried to find out what happened but I saw you and thought...well...a pretty thing like you alone out here among some likely dangerous men...suppose the chivalry in me just couldn't resist." He acted like a well intentioned fool, it was in his experience that no one ever suspected those. Chili had managed to get behind Raina. Alder took note of how she kept her gaze focused on him, mixture of caution and murder, possibly a trained killer but no stranger to fighting that was obvious. This also meant she likely never dealt with or would expect animals to show up, especially small ones. Without hesitation, as he'd done this many a time, Chili leapt up and scurried over her body like he was being chased. Alder made his move in a vain attempt at restraining her. All he managed to do was disarm her. Alder then held up his fists preparing to fight, "Fraid it's not gonna be that easy to kill me."

 

[Darrian_Gabriel]

As Jericho held the razor sharp blade close to the savage's throat, more commotion ensued. The group that had fired the arrow sauntered down to the scene as Tavvin continued to twirl his broad sword in defiance. The girl that actually fired the arrow seemed to ignore the chieftain completely, as her attention seemed to be fully focused on the felled wolf. Another of her tribe began to explain the misunderstanding, that the arrow was meant for the savage and not Jericho. Than out of nowhere, a knight in full armor joins the confusing scene. Tavvin had an almost comical expression on his face as he saw the figure jump to the ground, his red cape fluttering in the night air.

"Hail! It seems I've missed this bash. Apologies, I would have made it here sooner if I knew the hawk-eyed's intention. I am Seymour."

Tavvin looked back at Cadeessian and roared with laughter "What is this, a side show of jesting goblins for Nastor's court?! Is this some kind of traveling recruiting circus we're not aware of? I mean who wears full armor out in the pits of the desert for Kharderash's sake?" Tavvin than motions in a threatening manner with his sword as he gets uncomfortably close to Seymour "Alright dreg, who are you and what do you really want! What connection do you have with the rest of these fairy fluff whelps? Talk fast, because I promise my patience is running dangerously thin!"

Jericho looks back down at the savage, after being momentarily distracted by Seymour "You heard my father maggot, did someone send you after us?"

"Seems like I lost. So out of the kindness of my black heart. There's five here that smell like you. My ancestors are smiling upon me dreg. Shores calling me. Now kill me. Cause if you don't then I will kill you slowly."

Jericho licks his lips as he steadily applies more pressure on the back of the man's head, causing him to wince "I'll be sure to feed your rotting carcass to your mangy beast." says Jericho in a low and sinister tone. His grip tightens on the dagger as he gets ready to slice the savage's throat wide open. Than just before he's about to end the man's life, a loud call echoes through the still night air.

"LOOK ALIVE, FOR SHE EMERGES!!!!" shouts one of the nomads from across the vast expanse. The hundreds of people who surround the Monolith suddenly fall deathly silent as everyone scurries out of their tents and from around their campfires to get a glimpse of the activity. All eyes fall upon the entrance way.

Out from the center of the monolith emerges an older woman, her raven black hair cascading over her shoulders. A black blindfold covers her eyes and even though her face is etched with light wrinkles, her features still exuded that of an older yet still beautiful woman. This is the Prophetess and she is flanked by four heavily armored warriors who protect her every step. The crowd continues to stare on, transfixed by the wise woman's presence, their silence lingering on to the point where only the faint howl of the wind can be heard. Than The Prophetess speaks...

" I am much indebted to you all for heeding my summons. A much troubled time has befallen Khartouma. In a few weeks time, the three moons will align and will signal the twenty fifth year of Nastor's reign. As acolyte to the Jaded Oracles, I have sensed that now is the time to act! The great prophecy is now due to be fulfilled and the rising of the Seven Dreaded must now come to pass, for this, fate has decreed! But I need say no more, let my masters...The Jaded Oracles, now speak."

The four warrior guards take up a position in front of the Prophetess and draw their massive swords. A little girl, who seems to appear from out of nowhere and dressed in all white, walks in front of them and the Prophetess stands behind her. She places both her hands on the girl's shoulders and begins to chant. A few moments later the little girl begins to levitate off the ground, her head lifted towards the skies. Blinding light begins to pour from her mouth and eyes as she remains suspended in mid air until the ethereal form of an angelic like being takes full shape in the night sky, engulfing the form of the child. This is the avatar of one of the Jaded Oracles, known as Dendehra...

"The Jaded Oracles welcome you all here tonight, I am Dendehra, High Mistress of the Oracles and our servant, known to you as The Prophetess...speaks our edicts. Now listen closely, for what I'm about to say could concern the very fate of all of Khartouma..."

Jericho narrows his eyes as he stares on at the spectacle, he than looks down at the savage and smirks "Well dreg, tonight seems to be your lucky night aye? I'll deal with you later." he says as he callously knocks Balik out with the hilt of the dagger. He drops the man into the black sand below as he walks up beside Cadeessian "Perhaps there is more to this than I gave credit for."

Dak Worthlessplebian Ace Cream

 

[Darrian_Gabriel]

The cavernous expanse of the Blood Red Temple was only dimly lit by the eerie flicker of the various torches that adorned the walls and pillars. At the forefront of the Temple was a mammoth statue of pure black obsidian...in the likeness of the demon god Mayax.



Leading up to the blood stained altar were two rows of priests and priestesses dressed in scarlet robes, all chanting in a subdued and in eerie unison. A moment later, the two great stone doors at the entrance to the temple open and in steps the great high priest of the Order of the Abyssal Shadow...Prince Valens himself. Dressed in his ceremonial robes and hood, the powerful sorcerer makes his way to the front of the temple, flanked by a pair of monstrous Dark Slain warriors. The priests and priestesses immediately kneel in respect. Valens stops at the foot of the bloody altar and kneels before the statue of Mayax.

"Great Mayax, undisputed ruler of the Ninth Realm...we your servants come to you tonight in humble repose. Reveal to me, whom shall become your worthy sacrifice this night." says Valens as he rumbles beneath the frightening mask that covered his decaying face. The eyes of the statue of Mayax begin to glow a bright red and the various torches throughout the temple start to emit a crimson flame, bathing the whole of the temple in a deathly red hue. Suddenly Valens jolts back as he begins to slowly levitate off the ground, red sparks of energy dancing about his person. As he levitates, his cloaked form turns in mid air in order that he face the priests and priestesses below.

"Yes, I see the one that you beckon my lord! Tis clear to me!" says Valens in a ghostly moan as he outstretches one of his hands, a beam of energy seizing one of the priests below and dragging the man as he screams to the front of the altar. The two Dark Slain, violently restrain the priest as Valens levitates back down to the ground and grabs the wayward priest by his throat.

"You shall not struggle! Why this is the greatest honor to be chosen by the great Mayax as his sacrifice! To be considered worthy of such an important duty! Trust me when I say, you are most envied this night, my son."

"Please, my prince...I, I am not worthy of this honor." says the terrified priest in a subtle attempt to beg for his life.

One of the Dark Slain warriors hands Valens an ornate dagger as the Prince calmly strokes the sacrifice's cheek as tears begin to tumble down the condemned man's face "Do not fret my son. One quick moment of pain and you shall be privy to the rewards of the Ninth Realm of the Abyss. You are truly blessed this moon rise..." Valens says as he coldly stabs the man right through the heart without hesitation. The man screams in agony as blood begins to gush from the gaping wound as the man's head jerks back in a lifeless pose. The prince dips both of his black gloved hands in the dead man's blood and liberally smears the crimson liquid over his mask. A great gust of otherworldly wind, rips through the temple with such force that many of the priests and their female counterparts are knocked to the ground.

"You hear that, the great one speaks! Can you feel it my brethren, there is a sizable ripple in the mystical realms! Our god reveals something quite ominous!"

Intricate visions begin to fill Valens' mind as he gets glimpses of the ruins of Dantavish, and the great Monolith in the outlying deserts. The vast numbers of nomads and tribesmen who have gathered around it and of the three moons that are about to converge over the darkened skies of Khartouma.

"By the Lords of the Abyss, something is happening beyond the shores of the Empire. I must inform my uncle! Come Dark Slain, we must seek council with the One Defied himself!"

At that, the dark sorcerer, along with his Dark Slain patrol of bestial warriors hurriedly make their way out of the Blood Temple to convene with the demonic ruler of the Argosian Empire. A demi-god known to his subjects as Nastor, The One Defied.

 

[Ace Cream]

Belladona

The dispute about the savage was fortunately ended when the prophetess made her appearance. Her tribe companion Lot seems to be fixated on the prophetess and Dendhera, his hands were hokding a parchment and a quill pen. Well, he was a Mistborn messenger so Bell wasn't surprised when the boy ran towards the prophetess' direction, trying to be as close as possible to her.

Meanwhile Bell slowly retreated from the crowd, taking small steps as not to alert anyone of her disappearance. She walked away from the center of attention until she found a nice isolated boulder near the perimeter of the camps. She could still hear the prophetess voice from here, barely enough.

Bell sat on the boulder, her donkey Carrion nudged her on the elbow and she gently handed the donkey some raisins. Yes, she prefer something like this. Away from the crowd. Only her and Carrion.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Seymour, The Blind One

Seymour could feel the contempt that Tavvin is hurtling towards him, wonder what got his tabbard in a twist. He could tell by his breathing that he aims to invade his personal space, so be it but Seymour doubts that is a wise idea. The hand which once rested on the hilt of his longsword dropped to the side and Seymour generally shifted his body into a stance that isn't imposing or threatening. Although he cannot look into people's eyes due to the aforementioned blindness, still manages to make an attempt at it.

"Alright dreg, who are you and what do you really want! What connection do you have with the rest of these fairy fluff whelps? Talk fast, because I promise my patience is running dangerously thin!"

Seymour listened to his words closely, the threat from Tavvin gave Seymour a huge grin beneath his blank helmet."Steel yourself, sir, I promise you that not an ounce of blood from your tribe will drawn by me and if my intentions were to harm your tribe, I wouldn't walk into your camp nonchalantly, now would I? I was directed to come here by a certain fig--" Before Seymour could continue his explanation to Tavvin, the unexpected and frankly loud call draws Seymour's attention. He turns his head to the side as if to look at what caused all the ruckus.

When her first word escaped her mouth, Seymour instantly knew that was the one who had implored him to come here. "Ah, and that would be the one who summoned me." He told Tavvin. While all this was happening, Seymour could've sworn he heard some footsteps along the sand, someone hoped to slink away in the confusion.

Darrian_Gabriel

 

[ArchAngelLexi]

Raina's glare intensined at the man's act. She knew exactly how much pressure she had applied and was offended by his act or weakness. as he explained himself she kept her sword pointed at him.
"You were a fool to think me so weak," She responded irritated. She was about ready to decide to kill him when a small creature jumped onto her back. "what the f-"
Before she could really react her sword had been knock from her grip. She jumped back and quickly grabbed at the monkey. She didn't really care what part of its body she grabbed hold of, limb or scruff, and proceeded to launch the beast as far as she could. A bit of her hair had come loose from her braid, falling around her face messily. As she recovered she heard the announcement being made. She studied him briefly, her eyes moving down to where her sword now lay.
"You live this time." Her voice was filled with irritation as she spoke. In an instant she did a brief sumersault to reach her sword. As she grabbed she launched sand into the eye's of the man. With him temporarily blinded she hurried back to her camp.
Her tribe mates were already standing outside the tents to watch the prophetess. Raina hurried to the side of the elder woman who looked her up and down with a raised eyebrow as she approached.
"I thought I told you not to engage."
"I know, I'm sorry," Raina responded bowing her head a bit.

 

[Darrian_Gabriel]

The throne room was lavish and stark. On the walls hung tapestries adorned with mysterious and ancient runes. Large and imposing gargoyles rimmed the interior, standing as silent and horrifying guardians. Standing at the center of it all, stood an intimidating, eight foot tall goliath. With the spiral horns of a ram, the muscular body of warrior and the face of ruggedly handsome man, this was the ruler of the Argosian Empire. Nastor, the One Deified. In his arms he held the beautiful and ethereal form of a woman. Locked in a passionate kiss, Adrazna, the Elemental Goddess of Water, moaned slightly as she was lip locked with the demi-god emperor. As her passion escalated, the various water fountains that dotted the throne room, began to gush and overflow their basins, indirectly influenced by the goddess' spates of pleasure. Although enjoying himself, Nastor took notice of the water fountains dubious activity and he reluctantly broke away from the goddess' sweet lips.

"I would appreciate it if you not try to flood the palace, my love." said Nastor with a sly grin.

Adrazna giggled like an exuberant child as she tried to pull her lover closer "I cannot help it when I'm in your arms my lord."

Nastor smiles again as he begins to hungrily kiss her neck "Indeed..."

"When are you going to allow me to birth you an heir?" asks Adrazna.

"Be patient my water lily, all in due time." says Nastor.

At that very moment, a guard bursts into the throne room "Your Highness, I have urgent news from the..."

Nastor's eyes immediately burn crimson red as he gestures with one of his clawed hands, causing the guard to stop dead in his tracks, his throat seized by an invisible force "FOOL! You dare enter without my fore consent!"

The guard claws at his neck, trying frantically to breathe "My apologies Your Highness...Prince Valens requests your audience." he gasps.

Nastor grits his sharpened fangs as he releases the hapless guard from his mystical grip "Send him in."

The guard coughs up some blood and quickly scrambles out of the throne room. Adrazna starts to run her hands over the emperor's chest sensually "That's what I love about you, your so commanding."

A few moments later, Valens enters the throne room and kneels before Nastor "Forgive my intrusion sire, I felt this news couldn't wait."

Nastor walks up menacingly to his nephew as he clenches his fists until he is merely a few inches away. He breathes hard as he looks down at the kneeling prince "You should know better than this Valens! When I give explicit orders not to be disturbed, I expect those orders to be obeyed, do you understand!"

"A thousand pardons to the One Deified, but I have received a vision from the great god Mayax..." he slowly looks up to Nastor "I saw Dantavish and the Monolith."

Nastor sneers viciously "The time of the prophecy is at hand than." he says under his breath. He turns to face Adrazna "Apologies my love, but I must cut our time short. I have urgent matters to discuss with the Prince."

"Can't it wait till the morrow?" she asks innocently.

"No Adrazna, it cannot!" he says harshly, startling the goddess slightly "I promise, I shall make it up to you later my love. But before any form of pleasure, the running of this empire is my foremost concern."

Feeling somewhat dejected, the elemental backs away "As you wish, my lord." She raises her arms and her form starts to disintegrate into ethereal jets of water, which split in several different directions. The floating jets of liquid flow into different fountains around the throne room and disappear in glowing bursts of light.

"She certainly has a way of making an exit..." Nastor says as he again faces Valens "On your feet nephew..." Valens stands up as the two make their way to a nearby balcony overlooking the vast city "I feared the time was near, the three moons have almost converged, signaling the twenty fifth cycle of my reign over Argosian." he says as he points to the night sky and in particular the three moons which are almost perfectly aligned with each other."

"So what does that mean exactly?"

"Fool, what do you think it means! A year after I had first killed Darris, the Jaded Oracles delivered a prophecy. That when the three moons aligned next, that a group of so called warriors would declare rebellion against me and I could possibly lose everything."

"But Darris was a tyrant, you said so yourself...and besides, no one would be fool hearted enough to attack us. No one could challenge our power."

"No ordinary dreg perhaps. But according to the Oracles, these supposed Seven Dreaded are no run of the mill peasants and I'm not taking any chances."

"What are your orders than uncle?"

"I want you to lead an entire battalion of Shadow Legionnaires to Dantavish. See what you can learn...and if you find any of these Seven Dreaded, bring me their heads."

"As His Majesty commands, however to reach Dantavish, it will take upwards of several days to reach the Forbidden Dunes."

"Use a transference spell to transport you through the use of the astral plane than."

"With all due respect sire, even my sorcery is not powerful enough to teleport an an entire battalion of Legionnaires. I will require a Transcendence Amulet."

"...and you need my blood don't you." says Nastor in a snarky tone.

Valens grins devilishly beneath his mask " Only the blood of a demi-god can be used in the conjuring of such a talisman sire."

Nastor's eyes begin to glow malevolent red yet again "Just get on with it than whelp!"

Valens slowly draws his sword from it's scabbard "I will make it as painless as possible my lord..."

 

[mysteryxio]

Alder looked as Chili flew. He hoped that his partner would be okay. Monkey's were acrobatic sure but a fall could still kill or seriously hurt him. He had felt the sand enter his eyes as he turned. He'd managed to block some but still felt himself blinded in one eye. He streamed lightly, trying to clear out the sand. He covered one eye then went to find Chili. As he kept wiping away the sand, he was shocked by the sight of the floating child. The way she sounded, he'd never seen anything like that, at least not one that seemed like it wasn't a cheap parlor trick. He hadn't been sure but now he was. There was definitely something to this.

Alder made his way to where he thought Chili had landed but wasn't sure. The monkey had actually managed to land safely and started exploring. He jumped from tent to tent then came across a curious sight, a woman walking slowly. He smelled some herbs coming off of her then walked over to her.

 

[Darrian_Gabriel]

The massive crowds stand silent as their mouths hang open in awe of the spectacle presented by the High Mistress of the Jaded Oracles. After a moment she continues...

"As you know, we are mandated by the Nameless Superior himself to be the keepers of knowledge and divine secrets. We know all that has ever been, all that is, and all that will ever be. We make no judgments on what is seen as either good or evil. However, if The Nameless Superior slates us with a task, we are compelled to obey those edicts. Such is the case of the fated prophecy of the Seven Dreaded. Twenty five years ago, one of our numbers was ordered to give a foretelling of the possible fate of emperor Nastor's new regime. In that foretelling we saw the rising of seven phantom warriors who could unseat the One Deified and bring a new balance to all of Khartouma. The alignment of three moons signals that the coming of these seven, is now to be revealed...so declares fate itself. The outcome of this foretold conflict is many and is like a river that splits into an unknown number of tributaries.

But actions must now be set into motion as destiny has commanded. The prophesied Seven Dreaded are here tonight amongst your numbers as we, The Jaded Oracles had foreseen, and I bid them...come forward!"

Dendehra raises her translucent arm and a sphere of blinding white light materializes in the night sky above her. The sphere pulsates, when suddenly it shoots out tendrils of energy in all directions and permeates through the crowds below, aimed at seven specific targets.

"I call forward Jericho son of Tavvin, Seymour the Blind, Raina the Dancer, Vriska the Hidden Healer, Alder captain of the Ocean Storm, Belladonna the Mist Warden and Balik son of Dakir...you are The Seven Dreaded!" says Dendehra in a booming god like voice that echoes for miles.

The energy tendrils locate their quarry and one by one, the seven called are enveloped in the blinding light and levitated into the air above the other tribes. Jericho's body in engulfed in light as one of tendrils slams into his him. He lets out a gasp as his he feels his limbs go numb and his body being lifted into the air. He is unable to react and all he can feel is total paralysis.

"Jeri!!!" yells Tavvin as he lunges forward to try and aid Jericho, but he is restrained by Cadessian.

"No Tavvin!" yells the other chieftain"If this is the will of the gods, you must not interfere!"

"That's my son Cadessian, the gods be hanged!" retorts Tavvin.

"If he was chosen this night by the Oracles, than perhaps he is something more. Trust me my friend, if they have foreseen this, than Jericho will not be harmed. You must have faith!" says Cadessian.

After a few moments, Tavvin's grip on the hilt of his sword loosens and he reluctantly realizes the truth of his friend's words. He steps back as he watches his adoptive son be lifted away by the sphere.

"You had better know what your doing, Lavinia." Tavvin says under his breath.

Meanwhile, the seven chosen are dragged to the center of the ancient Monolith by the wayward beams of light. Jericho looks out and sees that six others like him have been engulfed and lifted away. A flash of lightning rips across the sky and the seven are gently lowered to the ground by the glowing sphere and land on their feet, the energy that encircled them softly dissipating into the night air.

Jericho finds that he can once again move and he immediately draws his weapon, Ascendance, in angry retaliation "You had best explain yourself witch! What manner of sorcery is this!"

"Stay your blade Jericho, son of Tavvin. Your anger is understandable, but unnecessary. We mean none of you any harm this night." says Dendehra.

Jericho's grip on his blade tightens as malice seethes from his eyes "I swear by the name of Kharderash ye sorceress, if you've lured us into a trap, I'll use your head for a mixing bowl! No one crosses The Blight and lives to tell the tale!"

Further away Cadessian shakes his head in dismay as he glances over to Tavvin.

"Alright, so he's got a bit of an anger issue, what young warrior doesn't." says Tavvin almost sheepishly.

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[Dak]

With a quick Balik was knocked out. To think that someone could knock him out. He was starved. Everything he ate hadn't even strengthened him. He slumped down and his head hung low. He didn't even know what was going on. The next thing he knew he was jerked awake from some creature. He could feel his strength coming back thanks to the help of that white light. His form started to take its more bulky shape. He let out a loud psychotic and minicanal laugh.

His strength finally returned he looked around to see seven others. HIs nose was filled with a pungent odorous smell. Everyone there smelled the same. All wonderful smells, except for the cut coming from the man that Balik had attacked earlier. That one still smelled awful. He sneered at the man. "Looks like we're gonna be having some more fun." He said smiling creepily at the man. That guy was strong, but that only interested Balik more. If anything he loved to kill, and if the fight was harder then the more enjoyment Balik would have.

He could sense the anger coming out of the man towards the white figure. He moved infront of the man so Balik's back was to him. He raised his sword to the side and held it in front of the man. "This is my kill." He said looking at the figure. He could only pick up a hint of sweetness from the creature. He focused purely on the thing. "I've never smell something so enticing as you. I bet you'll taste sweet." He said with a crazed smile on his face. He looked at the creature with excitement but also a bit of interest. "Now who is this One Defined, and can I eat him?" He asked weapons at the ready. "and why would you about us doing this... You seem like you could take care of this no problem. So why have us do your dirty work?" He asked. He didn't care for a long drawn out explanation.

 

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Belladona

Bell was surprised when she was lifted into the air by the light of beam, though she didn't feel like resisting so she just let herself be lifted. Something the oracle said actually piqued her interest. No, no, not about seven dreaded, Bell didn't care about Argossian, the only time she got close to that empire was when she followed Gunther to visit Ludecoast for some gambling, but the fact that the oracle called her as a mist warden means whatever she's going to tell would be her new duty.

As she was lifted towards the monolith, a loud bray could be heard below her and she saw her donkey Carrion followed her in panic while bodied everyone on her path away. Sweet donkey. It's hard but Bell managed to extend her hand towards the direction of her donkey and muttered.

"I'm fine, stay with Lot." After her reassurance Carrion stopped chasing her, staring for quite some time before running in search for the messenger boy.

Bell landed smoothly in front of the monolith with several other people, some of which she already knows from the small ruckus before. She stays silent at the back of the group as the other two man expressed themself in front of the prophet. One was clearly angry and the other one talks like a pervert. Bell winced and for a brief moment she was considering to just use the opportunity to shot Balik on the head, but she ultimately decided not to, at least not in front of the prophetess.

 

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Seymour, The Blind One

At first Seymour couldn't believe that his name had been called as one of the chosen for this divine task. What could the gods want with him? He attempted to walk forward past Tavvin and the others but to his surprise and annoyance, he had been restrained by a tendril of unknown origin. It wrapped around his waist tightly, if it hadn't been for his armor, it would have been an uncomfortable squeeze. Normally when a suspicious appendage wraps around you, the first instinct would be to fend off this potential attacker but Seymour knew that it would be futile as the paralytic effect the tendrils exhibited, prevented him from doing so and dangerous as his entire body was lifted in the air.

If he could see, he'd enjoy such an elevated view. He was dragged to the centre of the monolith then dropped slowly to his feet. Even though he was paralyzed for a short time, Seymour still cherished the ability to move again although it seemed that his cohorts are less than pleased with this affair as Jericho, Son of Tavvin, immediately began demanding answers like some petulant child. Seymour merely crossed his arms and sighed loudly.

Then it was that savage again, apparently the tendrils had a rejuvenating effect too as he sneered and thirsted after the meat of the Prophetess. Which prompted a chuckle from Seymour when he demanded to know why they don't solve this situation themselves. "The answer is obvious, my cannibalistic friend. "The Gods are lazy, they'd rather have someone else fetch a mug of water than get it themselves" At least that is my father's answer." Seymour uncrossed his arms. "The Gods hunt for the blind and unwary, stay out of their web is what I'd say but I don't think we have much choice in this, do we?" The disappointment in his voice was palpable but Seymour understood in part, what this meant for them. "So speak, what divine machinations must we carry out for the Gods." The disappointment changed into determination.

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