The Dragons of Hakon: Sink or Swim Notice: Despite the fact that there may be many characters, feel free to join this RPG at any given time. I will not refuse new players! Listen well, young ones, for the time of the Great darkness arises. Each time you look outside, does the sky not seem a little darker, does the moon not stay longer in the sky? Beware, for the Void opens within the core of the Earth again. But not all is lost. Remember the legends of the four dragons that were born from the Void. They are real, even if our people deny their existence. Now, they have grown in number. Hundreds of them, lying in wait for you to awaken them. Some sleep in the sky, others in the very soil beneath our feet. Still more live in the old volcanoes that you see in the distance, but the fourth race of dragons lay in wait at the bottom of the seas. Air, Earth, Fire, and Water. The four elements. They were born from the darkness, and will unite again under those who seek to bury the Void in light. The Time of the Great darkness comes. Do you think you are one of the Dragon-kin? Races: Dragons: Spoiler http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/13900000/Dragon-Wallpaper-dragons-13975568-1280-800.jpgThe Air Dragons: Smallest of the four races, the Air dragons live amongst the clouds. Their energy is born from drinking dew and soaking up sunlight. They have the biggest wings, and are often blue or white in color. There are the occasional black Air dragons, but those are often foul-tempered like their storm-cloud homes. They can spit lightning instead of fire. http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs23/f/2008/026/9/3/Rock_Dragon_by_VegasMike.jpgThe Earth Dragons: Largest of the four races, Earth Dragons have no wings and resemble giant lizards in shape. Their bodies are covered by huge boulders and clumps of earth, and oftentimes the largest ones have spines that are actually entire mountains. It is not unknown to have plants growing on them either. They spit poison produced from the plants that grow on them, and must eat vast amounts of minerals to keep in top shape -thus why they are usually lazy without adequate sustenance. http://blackmarches.wikidot.com/local--files/red-dragon-king/RedDragon.jpgThe Fire Dragons: Medium in size, the fire dragons are often arrogant and blood-red in color. They love swimming in active volcanoes, and breathe fire. They are responsible for most of the legends about dragons, and have no shame when it comes to getting what they want. Especially gold. They usually eat lava and brimstone to survive, but can get by on other things. http://www.wizards.com/mtg/images/daily/wallpapers/WP_KhalniHydra_1024x768.jpgThe Water Dragons: Water dragons are larger than Fire dragons, but rarely ever equal an Earth dragon in size. They often have more than one head, and blend in with the sea. They have no wings, and instead have long talons with webbing in between. They also have a dorsal fin on their back, and a fin on their tail. They eat fish and aquatic plants. Also, obviously, they spit water. Humanoid: Spoiler Humans: The most common race in Hakon. They stand at six feet at the tallest and have a higher attune-rate to Fire dragons over any other race. They are most commonly seen using weapons, but can occasionally use magic. Elves: The second most common race in Hakon. They stand at eight feet at the tallest and have a higher attune-rate to Air dragons over any other race. Every elf is able to use magic, and are rarely seen using much more than bows and arrows as physical weapons. Dwarves: The least common race in Hakon. They stand barely over three feet at the tallest and have a higher attune-rate to Earth Dragons over any other race. They have no magic attuned to them and use hammers, as well as their famous armor and swords. Mer-Folk: They number about even with the elves as for population, standing around six feet at the tallest and having a high attune-rate to the Water Dragons. They can sometimes have magic, and they use tridens or spears as their choice weapons. Notice: Just because some races have a higher attune rate than others does not mean that they cannot mix with other types! Feel free to mix and match as you like! Magic: Magic for all races depends on certain criteria. If your character is linked to a dragon, they are expected to use only their dragon's element. If they are not, then they are allowed to use small magics of all elements to a degree, but are expected to be stronger in one type than others. Landscape: This world is well blended, with all races being found in any number of places. Mer-Folk can walk across land to trade with humans, just as dwarves can sometimes be found in the trees forging their best weapons and armor amongst the elves. You will all be starting in a small village along the coast, surrounded by mountains and dense woodland so as all races are comfortable. This story is fairly flexible as for details, so feel free to do whatever you like as for minor things. I will be giving a basic layout though, so that everyone will be on the same page as to where we are exactly. Rules: -Don't control other characters. -No god-moding -Please try to give a full paragraph in your writing. Character Templates: Name: Age: Race: Appearance: Personality: Bio: (I will not have you guys be limited to moves, so feel creative as for attacks. Just stick to your race type, however, and everyone will be happy.) Current Characters: Humans Karen [MENTION=41109]Asune[/MENTION] Human Amara [MENTION=31471]JessWrite[/MENTION] Human Koya [MENTION=36311]Love to Write[/MENTION] Human Dragon: Luna Israel [MENTION=39909]Pheonix[/MENTION] Human Dragon: Ezra Waffles [MENTION=42079]Kingtype[/MENTION] Human Zweivell [MENTION=41109]Asune[/MENTION] Human Elfs Kethtria [MENTION=53079]Dras[/MENTION] Elven Dragon: Zebulon Bins [MENTION=55557]NeonFraction[/MENTION] Half-elf half-dwarf Dragons Zebulon [MENTION=51076]Macaberz[/MENTION] Wind Dragon Rider: Kethtria Nyala [MENTION=6057]AnonyMouse[/MENTION] Earth dragon Orochi [MENTION=28160]Mr Mr[/MENTION] Water dragon Ezra [MENTION=39909]Pheonix[/MENTION] Fire Dragon Rider: Israel Gnilyts [MENTION=41914]Crumpets[/MENTION] Fire Dragon Erde Welt [MENTION=47394]TheLeonard112[/MENTION] Earth Dragon Rider : Camdin Luna [MENTION=36311]Love to Write[/MENTION] Wind dragon Rider: Koya Dwarfs Camdin [MENTION=47394]TheLeonard112[/MENTION] Dwarf Dragon: Erde Welt Mermaids Draven [MENTION=54064]Bewitched[/MENTION] Mermaid Misc. Blaine [MENTION=42079]Kingtype[/MENTION] Mummy/Human/??? Drake [MENTION=40233]Keitsumah[/MENTION] NPC Jon [MENTION=6057]AnonyMouse[/MENTION] NPC First few pages Summary[/QUOTE]
BrillWater Cove It was a quiet day, not much different than any other along the Arak Sea. People bustled about their business, either preparing to head to sea, coming back from it, or selling their catch to newcomers and the usual traders. The inns were half-packed with those who planned to cross the ocean for a daring adventure or to go and trade with the mer-folk in their underwater domains. One could do almost anything here in BrillWater Cove -as it was a town of endless possibilities. Dwarf, man, elf and mer-folk could all come and expect a peaceable welcome, as well as to be treated like equals. Some towns, sadly, did not offer such freedoms, but what world does not have its prejudices? It seems almost too good to be true anyways that this town is so friendly and quiet, the children running about, spreading the latest rumors of the monsters of the deep or of the wood. Oh well . . . if only it could have lasted. * * * Deep beneath the earth, where the lava flowed like air and rock crumbled away into ashes at the merest touch of a claw, something stirred. A black shape hung suspended in the lifeblood of the very land itself, and slowly, ever so slowly, a swirling, violet eye opened. The Black Dragon known as Void was awakening. * * * "Come on Pa! I wanna catch me some fish!" a young boy shouted above the screaming of the gulls, pulling at a huge net that hung over the edge of the boat. His huge brown eyes took in the abyss below, and his face lit up with a smile when he spotted the large iceberg deep below. The fish always loved this spot, just like they did, and with the lucky iceberg nearby they were sure to have a good meal tonight. "Coming." a male voice called from below the deck of the small craft. The boy sighed in annoyance, tugging at the net fretfully. The fish flashed in the sunlight, coming oh-so-close to the net but flitting away just as quickly. "Pa come on you're taking forev-" The boy's words halted on his tongue, and his eyes grew huge as he stared at the water. Something was coming up, and fast. Little did he know, though, that in fact it was the opposite. Something was falling from the sky. The boy shouted in alarm when it crashed down in the water, sinking so fast that he only caught a glimpse of chains and a body, and then it was being sucked down into the darkness. Red seeped up a second later, and the boy fled down to his parent, shouting incoherently: "S-s-something fell! Something fell in the water! It's in the water pa!"
Camdin and The Wise Dragon Erde Welt It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was high in the sky, and it let its beams shine down upon the Earth. The beauty of the day was nothing that was out of the ordinary to that of the dwarf man. He looked upon the horizon, while sitting atop a mountain. As he looked down at the water, it was glowing thanks to the illumination of the sun. A smile crossed his face as he set eyes on a land mass that appeared to be getting closer. The adult dwarf turned his eyes of of the land mass and to his right. There was a sword impaled into the ground, and seemed to be at least one foot deep as another foot of the blade and the handle was above the ground. The blade had a silver blade which had multiple points going up the sword when it becomes close to the handle. On the part of the blade closets to the handle were multiple engravings. The tip of the handle is steel and the grip of the handle is oak wood, which at the bottom has a golden bar that has two spikes go down the side, next to the blade for two inches. Finally, in the middle of the golden bar is a red ruby. The dwarf reached his muscular arm over, and gripped the sword heavily. As it arose out of its dirt cave it shined exceptionally bright in the air, unnaturally bright, even with the sun out. As the dwarf stood, he only seemed a foot and few inches taller than his two foot sword. As his intimidating green eyes set on the tip of the land of mass he was on, he smiled exposing his white bright teeth. He seemed to be standing on a mountain that was atop an island. As he looked around, he scratched his dark brown, chin curtain, beard. His human-like hands were nearly the size of his head, as they ran down his face. The large mountain was in the dead center of this large island, and it appeared to finish the task of reaching the very front of the island, you would need to walk at most ten miles. As he turned his head looking for a quick way to get down the mountain, his forehead length, unkempt, straight, hair flowed in the air. As he spotted a nearby weeping willow tree. He ran up to it increasingly fast, and raised his sword up in the air. Letting the air flow through the air, and lowering through the tree's bark, it sliced like butter. At this he gave a small smirk, not impressed by his sword's performance, but pleased with the expected. As a large piece of wood fell out the tree, he picked it up with one of his hands. As he threw it up into the air, he gave off an ominous look and gave off the impression of being exasperated. He swung the sword through the air quickly, it glimmered and made the wood almost impossible to see, as the sword light constantly overwhelmed it. The wood particles being spawned from the slicing of the wood feel upon the dwarf's brown leather vest and white old-world Gothic shirt. As the wood fell to the ground, it was now shaped the way that the dwarf had intended. The white shirt clenched to the mesomorph and athletic body of the dwarf. As soon as deciding he was pleased with its shape, the dwarf dropped the wood back to the earth. The wood was now a thick plank of wood with a gutter, where the dwarf placed his feet, which were covered with black laced medieval boots. His eyes automatically placed themselves on the downward slope of the hill. Before preparing himself for the long downhill journey, he tightened his black, leather belt using its round silver buckle. His brown harem pants were tightened around his waist. Finally before propelling himself downhill, he slid his sword into a black sword holster that was strapped around his waist. Now prepared for his departure, he kicked the board downhill. As the board started to slide down hill, he chased after it. The mountain looked to be around six miles down hill. While running downhill after the board, gravity and his own speed allowed him to move around speed of twenty five miles per hour. After gaining enough speed, he used his lower strength to jump forward, far enough to land on the board. Once upon the board, he slid out of the way of multiple trees. He counted them off, all the different types of trees within the same mile of each others: -Weeping Willow -White Oak -Sugar Pine -Common Ash While speeding of trees, he jumped over small spring, and even managed to make ramps off the top of cave entrances. While seeing a cliff ahead of him, he attempted to stop himself, yet it was too late. "Shit!" he yelled conveying fear and excitement. As, his board and he went flying over the cliff, he removed his sword from the holster and let himself begin to freefall, as if accepting his own death. A few hours later, the young dwarf appeared in a green field. The grass was strangely darker than that of most grass. As he looked up into the sky, it was still bright, as he had gotten up fairly early in the morning. As he was walking through the grass, he noticed something he had left in the field. It was a huge burlap sack that was about three times his body size. The sack had two handles on it that he slipped his hands through. Once it was on his back, he kept walking through the field until he dropped a few feet. The land he was now on was no longer earth, but it resembled and felt like scaly flesh. As he ran up to one hundred yard, he was at thew tip of this new ground, and jumped off of it into the water. He was within a few yards of another land mass. He managed to keep most of the burlap sack above the water as he drifted in the water. Turning away from the land mass he was about to swim to, he turned to the land mass he was just on. He was greeted by the large land masses giant head. Studying the land mass, he could see two legs coming out each side of the land mass. They both resembled the legs of an alligator, even the feet. He was compelled to look back at the face of the creature. Its face looked like that of a large snapping turtle with dark green skin. And its pupils are black, but his iris is a thick gold, and his sclera is all black. The dwarf looked at the large beast. "I am leaving to make some money by selling my weapons at the BrillWater Cove and possibly find some other jobs there as well." thought the dwarf in his mind. Suddenly a large booming deep voice pierced into his mind, for him to hear. It was quite obvious that it was coming from the beast, but its mouth was not moving at all. "Be most careful, Camdin. It would be best to not cause many disturbances in this place, such as where we dwelled lastly. You will get yourself killed if you keep causing trouble." Said the voice. Camdin sighed at the large beast. "Yes, oh great Earth Dragon, Erde Welt." He spoke aloud with a sarcastic tone. The Earth Dragon rolled his eyes, and just the motion seemed to stir the water. "Stay here, and appear to be part of the land while I go to the Cove and attempt to make some money." ordered Camdin in a friendly tone. "Yes." answered Erde Welt as Camdin swam to the land, climbed up and walked his way to the cove.
Stuck between a rock and a hardass The peaceful solitude of Brillwood Forest was shattered by the clanking of metal. A knight, armored from head to toe, rode through the trees atop a powerful steed. Shafts of sunlight glinted off his polished steel ensemble and the finely-crafted sword strapped to his back. He stopped and unfurled a crinkled map from the sleeve of his gauntlets, to get his bearings. “I think it’s… this way,” he whispered to himself, looking down a leafy trail through the trees. A faint mist hung in the air, accompanied by the scent of flowers and morning dew. “Or maybe… hmmmm…” the knight’s eyes returned to the map, to reconsider. The horse grew restless and impatiently shook its mane. “Steady, boy. I feel we’re almost there,” the knight said, gripping the reins. But the map slipped from his hands and fluttered to the ground, where it was promptly trampled under the horse’s stamping hooves. “Dammit, now look what you’ve done,” the knight said with a disgruntled huff as he began to dismount. A gentle breeze passed through the trees, carrying wisps of the sweet-smelling fog. He knelt in the damp earth and found the tattered map. But when he rose to his feet, he found a woman there. A barefooted elf in a vibrant green sundress was standing before him, with her hands clasped behind her back and a gentle smile on her elegant face. His first thought was that she was incredibly beautiful. His second thought was that he hadn’t heard her approach. “Going somewhere, dear?” she said and cocked her head to the side, curiously. “You seem… lost. Shall I draw you a map?” “I am not lost, milady. I have a map right here.” He held up what he was holding… and discovered it was not a map. The knight recoiled and dropped the offending item. A pair of ladies’ undergarments fell to the forest floor. “You’re a funny man,” the elf said, giggling as she peered at him over the tattered pages of the map she was holding. He could not seem to remember her having that a moment ago. “Would you like to borrow mine?” she said, offering it to him with a smile. “So, it seems I’ve arrived,” the knight said, reaching for his sword instead. “You’re the Demon of Brillwood Forest, yes?” “Oh, demon? Is that what they call me now?” she said, pouting. “That’s not very nice…” “I am not here to be ‘nice,’” the man said as his greatsword slid free of its scabbard. “I am Sir Jon Greyward, hero knight of the Eastern Fells. They call me the Demonbane. You can guess why.” “Ooooh, I love a guessing game,” the ‘demon’ said, clapping her hands and bouncing on the tips of her toes. “Is it because you bang demons over the head with your big sword?” “That’s Demonbane not Demonbang,” he said, annoyed. “Don’t you dare mock me, heathen. I earned my title by slaying a thousand-” “Nice dress, hero,” she said, and pulled out a large mirror, of the type found in a wardrobe. “Pink is not your color, dear,” she said as he gazed upon his reflection and the long frilly gown he wore. “Poor hero, you should slay your tailor first.” Fed up with this, he charged and lashed out with his blade. The sword sliced through the elf, but she vanished. “Oh, nooooo, you got me! Agh, I’m dead,” a female voice said from behind him and the knight turned around to see a talking unicorn, prancing in circles around his own horse, and laughing. “You’re a funny human. I like you,” she said. “Mark my words, demon, I will find your true form and my blade will feast upon your flesh!” the knight growled. “Oooooh, scary,” she teased. The unicorn turned and galloped away, vanishing into the distance. Thinking he was alone, the knight lowered his sword and breathed a sigh of relief… just as a purple squirrel landed on his shoulder. “Hey, human, let’s make a deal,” the squirrel said. “I don’t make deals with demons!” the knight barked as he swatted at the apparition. “Good. So, like I was saying, let’s make a deal,” the squirrel said again, hovering as if filled with hot air. “I saw something fall from the sky a few minutes ago,” it said, pointing up into the trees. “It looks bad and I think it landed in town. How about you go check it out for me, big guy?” “And why would I do that?” “Report back with the juicy details and I’ll take you to my true form.” The squirrel clapped delightedly as it floated upside down. “And why would you do that?” the knight said, skeptically. “Why would you take me to your true form? I will end you, demon.” “Why?” she repeated. “Because I haven’t shown myself to anyone in a very long time, Jon Grayward, my sweet little Demonbanger. This will be fun.” The squirrel giggled and vanished. “Besides,” a voice said from all around him, “your little sword isn’t nearly big enough to end me, dear… not that size matters.” When the laughter faded, the knight found himself standing alone in a clearing, with only his horse and a tattered map on the ground. He sighed, picked up the map, and mounted his steed. “Back to town, I suppose,” he muttered under his breath.
Karen and Iaga "Wanna go out!, Wanna go out!!" The scream of a girl filled the building; the guards flinched for an instant, but they didn't do anything. The first day it was troublesome, then a bother. By now a week had passed and they got used to it. "But seriously what's up with her... She is not like the others prisoners..." said one of the guards of the small prison of the village "The boss told her that if she behave good she would let her go... But in one week she has been no more than trouble..." replied other of the guards.. "I kinda feel bad for putting such cute girl in jail.... Is still hard to understand why she did that..." commented another one "She was totally naked, people offered her a hand, but she attacked them. At first we thought she may be a savage, but surprisingly she comprehends language and basic stuff. Still her behaviour is completely irrational. She broke the previous bars with her bare hands and attempted to escape; and she also tore appart the first set of clothes we gave to her." stated a fourth guard ..............Another shaking of the new reinforced bars and the scream of the girl made them flinch once again........... "Perhaps she just have something bad on her head..... " said finally one guard, and after that they went to check her once again. Yet one of them stopped and wondered for an instant... "Oh right.... what do you think that Iaga thing could be?".... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Young, young girl Dropped into the nothingness Abandoned by the fate Was this the right choice? Young, young girl She wasn't unhappy She needed little to be happy She always smiled Young, young girl What happened to you? That little you needed Did it leave you behind alone? How sad is your tale, young, young girl ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The young girl let her head rest on a wall made of pure rock, she then said with a smile on her face. "Hey, hey Iaga, Iaga, you promised Karen you will tell the tale of people...." An awkward silence, but something the young girl was used to. Then to broke that silence a very deep and strong voice appeared from seemingly nothing. "...Karen.... you awoke early today..." said the voice The young girl, called Karen, jumped of excitement while saying "Karen wanna know more, wanna know more!. Will Karen ever see all that things Iaga always tell?" The girl awaited with a smile for the reply of Iaga. She was a beautiful young girl with golden eyes and a long blue hair. She sported no cloth at all, after all the idea of shame or modesty didn't not exist within her.... Nothing enforced it after all... The deep voice replied with a laugh that gave a feeling of warmness to Karen, making her smile once again. "Soon will come the time for Karen to abandon the Cathedral of Marble, but patient Karen must be, as that time hasn't come yet. Listen Karen, I'll tell you about what People is, it's very important for you to remember that....." -------------------------------------- She is Karen, a very unique girl who is both imbued with an unlucky fate and a lucky twist. Her home is a construct of pure marble rock called the Cathedral of Marble that lies in the middle of an open sea; close to it there are two other constructs of marble, called the Chapel of Marble and the Cavern of Marble; yet Karen had never abandoned the Cathedral, following the wise advices of the voice that always accompanied her, Iaga. It's unknown for Karen any element of the world. Her memories only belong to this giant piece of marble, her home... and her only known world. But she never felt unhappy, neither alone. Since she have memories Iaga had always been there for her. Iaga was no more than a voice, not something she had ever seen a physical form; but for someone who had lived isolated all her life, this was nothing strange at all. Being completely cut out from society and the rest of the world, she is ignorant.... Still Iaga had told her in detail about nigh all the necessary elements to act in society. In other words she understood what the rest of the world was, but never had put that knowledge in practice. Her everyday life was made of four elements. Rest, Food, Learning and Dialogue. Making her a extremely clever person, able to learn and comprehend any concept in detail with no difficulty; in fact Iaga praised her once she learned to speak in less than a week. Regarding food, she had only lived eating the rocks of the Cathedral of Marble and any occasional fish or bird that may appear. She developed strong teeth able to break the stone she devoured, and fingers able to tear them apart from the walls of Marble. Her own body got used to this living, making her inner organs able to digest rocks without any problem, this developed into an abnormal resistance to sickness, temperature and tiredness. Also her external body become as strong as the rocks, or perhaps even more. Yet all this was impossible without a bit of magic playing it's part. The minerals that composed the marble were imbued with an unknown energy; normally it wouldn't cause any effect on a person.... But Karen had lived all her life with those minerals; eventually part of that energy flew into her body fusing with her own cells, making her own body to be a mineral with the appearance of human organs. Human's body is programmed to constantly create cells; due to the complex pattern of the cells that function is limited... But mineral composition is easier to replicate, thus making her replication faster and stronger. This translates into a partial ability to regenerate extreme injuries within her body, and also to resist different kind of effects. To resume, her body looked exactly like the one of a human, but no longer was made like one. In fact it was a body of minerals and magic. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Iaga... Iaga?, where is Iaga?... I need you Iaga, where are you, Say stuff Iaga!!!" The girl's voice was now turned into a scream of fear and sadness. Time is a concept the girl understand, but she is unnable to measure it, thus she only knew that a large amount of time had passed since she heard the voice of Iaga for the last time. If it could had been measured, it would had been at least a month. More time passed, until she stopped to call the name of Iaga, until she stopped to cry for it. Eventually she started to recreate the voice of Iaga inside her mind to calm herself. But this was the same than a drug, slowly fusing with herself, corrupting her mind. Then one day she reached a conclusion. "There is no Iaga............" said the girl while observing the water waving outside the Cathedral. "There never was a Iaga......" To reinforce these words, she recreated the voice of Iaga in her mind, now totally inmersed into her. She felt it, completely real, the same wisdom, the same warm feeling. "Karen is Iaga....." "There is no Iaga... Karen was Iaga....." ......More time passed.......... Eventually she realized that her body was as hard as the same stone of the Cathedral. She reached a conclusion. "There is no Cathedral of Marble..." "Karen is the Cathedral of Marble..." It always existed within her own mind; more time passed and she eventually disproved the existence of all that surrounded her, and considered all to be part of her. "There was never more than Karen..." "Karen is all...." Language, concepts, wisdom. All was a fiction created by the mind of Karen in the form of Iaga, something she considered another persona on her mind, but that it was also Karen. And Karen became solipsistic...... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ One day Karen realized that she never risked to enter the sea because Iaga told her not to as it was dangerous to. But she concluded that Iaga was always her, and that the very sea could not be real but only something her mind created. As such she took the risk to submerge into water..... But to swim she never learned, and thus she was dragged by the currents while trying her best to get out... But she was unnable to understand it.... She learned from Iaga "herself" what water was and what could do. Yet in the practice the theory was not enough and she could do nothing against it. In the end she fell unconscious. Time passed until she regained her consciousness again, only to find herself into an unknown construct. A coast that was labeled as a production of Karen's mind. Eventually she reached a village and find herself with another unknown construct that only existed as a theory. People, these were also labeled as a production of Karen's mind. But her own mind wondered what was she doing there alone, naked and confused. Too many words from too many people flew into her mind (Were created by her according to herself), she could not withstand that anymore and despised her own mind, as thus she tried to break it waving her strong arms against any "person" close to her. Several were injured, it was needed a big number of strong people to contain her, and she was drag into prison until she calmed down and behave better. They gave a set of clothes to her. Blue pants and a red sweater, but she didn't comprehend them, thus she tore them appart. The prison's boss used sweet words to calm her down and explain her what clothes were. The abnormal rate of comprehension of Karen made her easily accept that fact, and this time was dressed with black pants, a long white coat and a blue scarf for the cold. For a moment the guards considered she behave good enough to let her go free. But that wouldn't happen easily. Her own fingers were abnormaly strong, breaking the jail's bars after certain effort. Thus she escaped, but was caught again, this time put into a special jail with reinforced bars that she was unnable to break. One thing was certain, she didn't stop to repeat the words Karen and Iaga. And inside her mind, she still considered all to be just a production of her. "Only Karen is, I hate Karen, why is Karen showing me this, why is Karen doing this to Karen?, Is Iaga?, but Iaga is Karen. Why Iaga, IAGA??!!!"
Camdin Fighter Of All Evil As Camdin was ashore, he was immediately greeted by the woods. As his green eyes starred deeply into the heart of the wooden area, he was brushed over with an unpleasant feeling. He felt as if he was being watched intensively, which wouldn't annoy him as much if he had not felt a magical aura coming out of the woods. As he stopped in his tracks, his mind's personal boundary was once again broken by his companion. "For, why are you hesitating, Camdin? You cannot be frightened." stated Erde Welt. Camdin rolled his eyes while drying himself in the sunlight that was not blocked by the tall trees. "I am not scared of anything. Don't make me remind you of that run-in we had with those vampires not to long back." Camdin retorted. "That only occurred because you had heard that they were storing weapons which would make dark magic users stronger in their ability. We both understand you will do whatever is needed to make currency." Argued The Earth Dragon. After finishing with the drying of himself, the dwarf stood. He tightened the straps' grip on him, making sure not to be separated from his forged weapons or the ones he had stolen. As he began to walk through the woods he reminded himself of what his pet had said. "I only stole it from them because I needed money, and because they were evil. They were using those weapons to kill those innocent villagers." Camdin said defending his name. "Well, you do understand that your name is going around, correct? As a hero and as a thief. There are some people who want you dead." Erde Wet explained. "Oh, calm yourself Erde, my good friend. You are a giant swimming land of mass. No one could ever catch up to us or beat us." Camdin said walking deeper into the forest. "And when I am not around to protect you?" Asked the turtle beast. At the sound of Erde Welt's questioning of him, Camdin gripped the handle of his trustworthy sword. He pulled it out of its holster pompously... Spoiler The sword was glowing brightly even when not in the sunlight. Even when the rays of the sun were blocked by the leave filled tips of the wooden pillars, his sword continued to glow as if he had dipped it into the sun. It resembled a lantern, and seemed to glow even brighter when in the darkness of the world. "That is what I have Segnung for.." He told his road trip buddy. "I feel as if this sale will be a great one. So many great weapons I will have, you do understand that once I sell some of these we will have to return to some of my whimsical partners to give them their share?" "Of course." Suddenly, Camdin was overcome with a strange feeling, one he had not felt in a while. Even with the warmth of Segnung around him, this aura pierced his mood. Then his entire body shook as he heard a laughter, it did not seem to becoming for one place, to Camdin it felt omnipresent, maybe it was just his mind getting the best of him. "Erde Welt, I feel a strange demonic aura, and I do not believe it is dark magic. It feel like a pure dark aura." Camdin said with a scowl on his face. He gripped his sword with one hand tightly while the other was free.
Zebulon and Kethtria Kethria slumped in her seat. Sheesh, these ceremonies take forever!, she thought rebelliously. All around her sat the dignified Mages of the Cliff-Side Elves in their chairs of graceful aspen and willow. Before them a long, horseshoe shaped table law laden with fruits and flower decorations. At the head of the table stood a lone male reading something from a paper. Kethtria's ears twitched with impatience as she watched her Mage Teacher list of all of her achievements that he thought made her worthy to become a Mage herself. Kethtria's emerald eyes sparked as her teacher paused in his speech only long enough to turn a page and then go on with his monologue. Out of exasperation she threw her head back against her seat, causing a low thud to echo across the grove. Twelve graceful heads all turned to look at her, disapproval in their eyes. Kethtria stared back at them with wide eyes and a surprised look on her face, looking very much like an innocent child who didn't know why the others were looking at her. The other elves looked reluctantly back towards her Teacher who had not stopped speaking. As soon as the last one turned his head Kethtria stuck her tongue out at them. "It is for these reasons that I believe my student, Kethtria Dwin'rretyn, is fully capable for the duties of a true Mage," Kethtria's drooping ears perked, "Which of you agree with me?" Kethria was delighted to see twelve nods from around the table, "Then I hereby name Kethtria Dwin'rretyn, Mage Kethtria Dwin'rrtryn," As soon as her Teacher sat Kethtria exploded from her seat. "Thank-you all for you generous acceptance of me into your ranks," she started solemnly, gaining a few smiles from the others. "If I may, I would like to say one more thing," she glanced around the table, her eyes sparkling mischievously, "Let us celebrate!" With a flick of her hand she summoned forth whirlwinds to the table. All the fruits and flowers were caught up in them and she sent them whirling across the grove. Startled gasps came from all around the table as Kethtria laughed and spun around herself. She then stopped suddenly and brought her hands together. The whirlwinds all lined up between the bends of the table. Kethtria then split her fingers in the direction of the guests and the whirlwinds deposited their loads of fruits and flowers on the heads of the mages. Outraged, the mages all stood up on started reprimanding Kethtira for her actions.Kethtria just laughed and sprinted off into the forest, her hair flying behind her in a silver cascade. She looked behind her and saw a few of the mages had given chase, using their own powers to try and set obstacles before her. Kethtria just laughed and dodged them all, sending more whirlwinds to stir up her pursuers. All of a sudden she tripped over a large boulder and was sent sprawling onto the ground. Kethtria quickly got up and hid behind the strange blue rock, smothering her laughter as the other Mages ran passed her. Then the rock moved. Kethria stumbled back in surprise as the rock unfolded itself to reveal not a rock, but an adolescent blue Wind dragon. Zebulon jumped to his full height. At nine months, Zebulon was about as large as an oversized horse, only with a longer neck and colored a deep blue. If those pathetic furred-killers were mistaking him for an oddly shaped ramp again, he'd chase them to the highest cliff until they yelped and howled in fear, as they usually did. But it wasn't a wolf that had disturbed him from his sleep. Lazily he opened one of his orange-size eyes. Elfkin, he snarled. The elves were a peacful race of course, and much more understanding of the way of nature than those other two-legged beings. At least they didn't contaminate the air with short-two-legged sweat and dirt, or with the salty-reeking algae scent of the sea creatures. Still this tall-two-legged had roused him from his sleep. She clearly had no respect for the oldest and wisest race. Zebulon let out a fierce roar, the trees shuddered at the massive sound of his anger. He unveiled a row of stark, white teeth, each the size of a dagger. Contend with the result, he lowered his head to his chest and tied his forelegs to his chest, sitting like a cat, waiting for the elfkin to turn tail and run. Kethtria sat cross-legged until the dragon was done roaring. Unimpressed she raised an eyebrow at him, "Done now?" she asked him innocently. The dragon sat there like a cat ready to pounce and Kethtria just looked at him with amusement. "Your cute," she said finally, gicing him a wink. Done? Done!? Zebulon leapt forward, close enough for the foolish-long-haired to count his scales. He sniffed at her hair, she reeked of arrogance, rebellion, the stuff of evil-doers. But there was also pride, courage and a good heart. Zebulon snarled, the skin around his throat rippled at the deep, guttural sound. "Go away," he boomed telepathically. His tail flicked impatiently from one side to the other, crushing a few young trees behind him. "Go away or i'll eat you," he added. He delibarately whipped out his forked, barbed tongue and added another snarl for good measure. A telepath hmm? thought Kethtria, This should be fun. "I won't taste very good," she told him impishly and also in telepath. She wound her hand in wind and lightly batted away his long tongue, her wind protecting her from the barbs. "I like you. I think i'll stay for a bit," she gave him another wink and an impish smile. Zebulon blinked. Four-legged-furred-ones would've fled miles away from him by now. Clearly this elf wasn't as impressionable. "Why don't you let me decide how you taste?" he growled. He ignored her remark on liking. Liking was for soft-headed creatures, and the faint of heart. Dragon liking was established by impressing others, by establishing rank, by having the largest wings or the biggest teeth. As such, Zebulon didn't like Kethtria very much in return. To illustrate his point, he snatched her up with his forelegs and, with a single thrust of his wings, launched into the air. Her weight slowed him down, but within mere seconds the forest beneath them was but a sea of green. Then, he let go of her. He waited a bit, she wasn't going to be impressed until she'd fallen a good dozen feet. One, two, three... He dived after her, the ground came speeding towards him. He relished the fresh air whistling through his nostrils. At the very last moment he pulled up. The elf crashlanded onto his back, she was lucky that he hadn't grown any spikes yet. He'd underestimated the impact however and was unable to stay on course. Twigs and leaves clouded his sight, his flanks were scratched left and right as they fell down through the tree, Zebulon was unharmed, thanks to his scales, but the two-legged had much softer skin. It would serve her right! Still, regret at his reckless action bottled up in his chest. He hadn't yet forgotten the incident with the young man a few months ago... Kethtria was ecstatic! Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she fell, filling her extreme excitement. She didn't worry about hitting the bottom, she already had a wind spell ready that would cushion and slow her fall and prevent any serious injury. She was curious how the dragon would react so she didn't slow her fall in the slightest. Sure enough, the dragon had swooped under her and caught her on his back. The sudden impact took her breath away, but it didn't hurt much. The dragon begun a crash landing through the trees. Several small branches whipped at her arms and hair. By the time they hit bottom her arms were covered in little scratches and her hair was full of twigs and leaves. Kethtria bounded off the dragons back to again to the front of his face. Her eyes still sparked with excitement, "That was fun! Can we do it again?" Kethtria said excitedly, then she noticed the sad look in the dragons eyes. "Hey there," she patted his nose gently,"Whats the matter?" Zebulon shook his bull-sized head, then cleaned his forepaw with his tongue. Apparently his scare tactic had failed. His eyes narrowed, "fun? You think this is fun?" His voice contained suprise but soon shifted into anger. He smacked his tail on the ground, causing a cloud off dust to kick up into the air. "It isn't supposed to be fun," he growled. He ignored her question, she wouldn't understand. No one could, not even his own kin. Defeated, he turned around and began to slump away. His tail flicked left and right smacking into trees and brushes, signalling Keithtria not to follow him. Kethtria followed anyway. She managed to avoid the dragon's tail and scrambled onto his back again. She leaned over to see his eye, "Your not going to get rid of me that easy," she patted his neck, "Your stuck with me so deal with it. Now, tell me whats wrong. Everything needs something to talk to at one point or another. I'll try to help in any way I can." "You can't help. Elf" The dragon replied. He quickened his pace, if there had been a clearing he'd have taken off and leave the annoying hatchling behind, but there wasn't. The longer she followed them, the more uncomfortable Zebulon became, they were approaching his cave now. He didn't want strangers near his cave. What would his kin think if he let a pathetic two-legged near his home? They climbed higher and higher, Zebulon leapt over stone ridges and slithered through crevices, trying to shake the persistent-one off. At last they stepped out of the forest. Golden rays of sunlight illuminated the earthy, jagged rocks littered with heather-grass. Zebulon walked towards the ridge and looked out over the miles of land below. The line-in-the-distance almost touched the ball-of-fire. The forest stretched underneath them, divided only by a fierce river which crawled to a meandering halt several miles out of the forest. Small villages and towns had been built at the sides, sapping from the vein of life. Zebulon wondered what it was like there, near the ocean, at the very edge of his sight. He let out something between a howl and a roar, it was a sound of yearning. Alas, he couldn't ever go there. The two-legged would kill him at first sight, to protect themselves and their cattle. Slowly he became aware of Kethtria's presence again. He turned around to face her, his eyes were filled raw power and emotion. "Why are you still here?" he asked sternly. "Cause you sad," said Kethtria in a innocent baby voice. "Kethtria make ALLLLLLL better," she smiled then her face turned serious. "That is why I am here. I like you for some reason. So I want to help you." she poked him between his eyes, "So you need to stop avoiding the question." "Or you need to stop asking," Zebulon retorted. He opened his mouth and snapped it shut just inches in front of her face. Then he turned his back on her and laid down with one wing raised, as if to shield himself. His tail tapped the ground impatiently, like an angry cat. Kethtria stuck her tongue out at the irritable dragon. "Spoil sport," she pouted. She looked toward thee ocean, admiring it as it twinkled in the sunlight. "The ocean sure is beautiful today," she said whimsically. She leaned over the dragon's side again "Have you ever been there, o great an irritable dragon?" "I will rest, then i'll take you to the sea and drop you in it." Zebulon answered. His posture solidified. It was clear he was done talking. Kethtria sat for another hour or so on the dragon's back before getting off and sauntering back to her home. For a whole week she kept returning. Zebulon simply ignored her the first free days, snorted at her on the fourth, lashed his tail at her on the fifth and reluctantly apologised on the sixth. It was on the seventh day that Zebulon finally gave in. The long-haired-tall-one had proven to be as stubborn as himself. "My name is Zebulon," the dragon said when Kethtria asked after it. There was a long silence between them before Zebulon admitted to his curiosity, "what's yours?" Kethtria gave a huge smile to Zebulon, "About time," she laughed, "My name is Kethtria Dwin'rrtryn, a name you will come to know very well."
the demonslayer versus the troll The town seemed no different than it’d been when he left it earlier in the morning. The knight strode in atop his wearied steed. He’d run the horse hard to get back here. Why such a hurry? He had no idea. Perhaps he was eager to return to the demon and slay it. The thought made him grin. “Well, here we are,” the knight muttered under his breath as he dismounted and removed his polished steel helm. His long blonde hair spilled out as he shook off the sweat. The demon said she’d seen something fall from the sky and that it looked ‘bad.’ Unfortunately, everywhere he looked, the town seemed very normal. There was no crisis, no panic. He began to suspect she’d sent him on a wild goose chase. More importantly, he began to wonder why a demon would care if bad things fell on this town. The knight wandered the streets for a few minutes and talked to some fishermen, none of whom had seen a thing. His patience was wearing thin. At last, he flagged two guardsmen. If something ‘bad’ had happened, the guards would know about it. “Excuse me. Yes, you there. I moment of your time, please,” the knight said, waving his gauntleted hand. Two guardsmen walked up to him, one a human, the other a mer-man, both dressed in chainmail. “Yeah, what?” the human said. “Trouble?” “My name is Sir Jon Greyward, hero knight of the-” “Look, pal, I don’t really care who you are,” the human said. “Is there a problem or not? My shift is over in…” he squinted at the sun, trying to gauge the time. “Five minutes ago,” the mer-man said. “Our shift ended five minutes ago. I can feel it in the tide.” “Good,” the knight said with a smile, “that means you’ve been on duty for a while, yes. Did you two gentlemen see anything unusual?” They stared blankly at him. “Any cosmic disturbances?” Sir Jon said, gesturing to the clear blue sky. “Like…. Something falling from the heavens?” They continued to stare blankly at him. Finally, the mer-man spoke up. “Sir, have you been drinking?” he asked. “You seem… unwell.” Jon’s eyes narrowed on him. “I abstain from all mind-altering substances,” he said adamantly. “I am not drunk, sir, and I find such insinuations quite offensive. Have you seen anything or not?” “You mean have we seen anything fall from the sky?” the human replied, with annoyance. “You mean like… rain or sumthin?’” “If you would like to know the weather, perhaps you should speak to a fisherman or a mer-folk,” the mer-man said. “Not me, of course. Try some other mer-person.” Jon grunted. “I’m not talking about rain. I mean objects falling from the sky. Rocks. People. Anything. Did anything fall from the sky today?” “How the hell should I know? I was watching the town, not the sky,” the human said. “Our captain doesn’t look favorably on guardsmen who stare at the sky all day,” the mer-man added. “We would never do such a thing… and I find such insinuations quite offensive.” Jon was startled when a woman’s voice laughed in his head. “They do have a point, there,” the demon said, while giggling. “You should apologize, hero.” “What!? You’re still here!?” the knight snapped. The two guardsmen looked at one another, wondering who he was talking to. ”Of course I’m still here. ‘Til death do us part, dear,” the demon said. “Well, actually, the pollen will wear off in another hour or so, unless you sniff some more of my flowers.” She laughed. “What was that you said about no mind-altering substances… hahahahaha…” “What have you done to me, demon!?” the knight raged. “I’ll kill you for this!” The guardsmen backed away and reached for their weapons. “Uh oh,” the demon said, feigning innocence. “Perhaps I should've mentioned you can speak to me telepathically, dear. You don’t have to yell like a hairless ape on a banana bender.” “Damn you,” Jon mutted under his breath as he raised his hands in surrender. “I wasn’t talking to you,” he said to the guards. “What I meant was…” “Well, who were you talkin’ to?” the mer-man said, with a spear in his hands. “Because, from where I’m standing, you look like a ranting lunatic.” “There’s… well, ummm… this is going to sound strange, but, I heard a voice in my head…” the knight explained. The two guards looked at one another strangely. “There’s a demon in the forest. You see, I am a demon slayer. If you had let me finish my introduction…” “He’s possessed by a demon!” the human guard said and lunged at him. “He’s confessed to demonic possession!” Jon tried to explain himself, but the two guards quickly subdued him and he knew fighting back would only make the situation worse. * * * Minutes later, Jon Greyward, hero knight of the Eastern Fells, also known as the Demonbane, was locked up in a tiny cell for (allegedly) being possessed by a demon. They let him keep his armor, probably because the two guards didn’t want to bother stripping it all off, which would take many minutes. His sword, however, was locked up in another room and he had no idea where they’d taken his horse. Jon stared at the iron bars and the concrete walls as he sat in the damp, dark cell. “I’m going to kill you for this, demon,” he said. “I swear it. I swear it on all the graves of all the-” “Silence, please, I’m trying to think,” the demon said. For once, she did not sound amused or pleased. For once, he didn’t feel as if she was mocking him. “About what? How else to humiliate me?” he grumbled. “I will get you out of there, hero. I swear it. And my word is worth a lot more than yours,” she replied. “The hallucinogen is weakening. Soon, we will lose the ability to communicate. But I will find a way to free you, human, even if I have to come up there myself.” Up? he thought, looking at the stone floor beneath him. Are you... down there? "Deep," she said. "Deep enough to know there are dark things churning beneath the earth. I can feel it." She paused for a moment before continuing. "I'm no demon. I've told you this a hundred times, hero, but you won't listen. What I am is a concerned citizen of this world. But nevermind all that. For now, I'll focus my attention on getting you out of...." Her voice faded away. No matter how hard the knight tried to focus on it, he could not hear her any longer. He was finally free of her influence. Oddly, he began to feel very lonely without the unwelcome guest in his head. Sir Jon sighed and sat on the floor. He slowly rocked back and forth as he watched the girl in the cell across from his and waited to be rescued.
Camdin and Erde Welt As Camdin made his way through the woods, each step that contacted the ground created a loud noise. For he was stepping upon wooden sticks, and things of the sort. The dwarf considered it quite aggravating, and even though his mind was blinded by the annoyance of the woods and the worry of his payment on this journey, an idea was still seeped into the back of his head. He was constantly reminded that evil lurks somewhere in this area. The dwarf could feel traces of an uneasy presence, maybe it was himself. Camdin's grief was obvious. It showed in the fashion he was holding his sword, tightly and extended in front of him. Suddenly Camdin heard a voice, and he raised his sword. Though, as he listened for it again, it turned into multiple voices. "Why is he here?" "They won't like him being here." "He is just prey.." "Preyyy..." "Prey... Meat." "They like meat." "Yes, they do." Said multiple voices. The man lifted his sword to his shoulder, with a a heavy scowl on his face. He turned his head in multiple directions, examining the source of the voices. As he continued to walk he was stopped, when the trees around him began to move. The oak trees, they looked as if they were dying, their bark was becoming riddled with wrinkles, and almost looked to sag. As he looked at them heavily, one grew a face. The face seemed to have been carved into the plant, yet it had appeared so suddenly. "They don't like company.." "Company is unwelcomed..." the voices continued. Camdin raised his sword and slashed through a good proportion of the tree. He had attempted not to cut it down and succeeded, yet he cut it enough, with his glimmering sword, to make the face disappear. The other voices remained quiet, and Camdin accepted their forfeit. While continuing to walk, he noticed something out in the distance. There was a light shinning bright in the darkness of the woods. "The exit. I can finally make my way into BrillWater Cove." Camdin stated with exasperation. Once Camdin began to start running towards, the light he placed his sword back into its holster. Once he got close to the light, it broke up into three lights. Camdin got curious. What was he looking at.? Suddenly the lights got closer and closer without the dwarf even moving his position. That moment, the lights flew past him at enthralling speeds and blew Camdin off his feet. As he looked up he was greeted by three flying women, their bodies were about the same size as a humans pointer finger. The creatures flew close to Camdin as he opened his eyes, and he was greeted by their unappealing faces. Spoiler "Fairies." he spit showing obvious dread toward the creatures. "That really hurt, you know assholes?" The creatures then let their wings flap rapidly as they backed up from the downed dwarf. "We just clotheslined this little bitch." said one of the fairies. She was dressed in an all red gown unlike the other two, who wore that of grey and white. They all looked relatively similar. As Camdin was prepared to speak out once again against the creatures, all three of the devious trio raised their extended arms. Simultaneously the dwarf began to raise into the air. As he squirmed for control over his own body, his burlap sack fell off of him. The second the bag hit the ground, he was sent flying into a nearby tree, as the fairies pushed their arms towards him. As his back was pinned to the bark of the tree he kept his eyes on the fairies. They began to fly towards his back. As they untied the opening of the bag, they were greeted by an assortment of wrapped weaponry. It was all wrapped in cloth, and a few were even put inside a glass casing. As they unwrapped some of his items, their eyes began to glow. Camdin almost bit his tongue from disapproval of his current situation. The devious three then opened one of the glass casings and felt a magical presence flow over them. "Magically coated weaponry?" the grey clothed one asked Camdin with a smirk upon her face. As Camdin tried to resist a voice popped into his head. "Do you wish that I assist you?" asked the Giant Rock Lizard. Camdin set his green eyes upon the top of the trees that practically covered the sky above. "No." he responded. "It isn't often I get to show of Segung like this." "What are you saying? You had just used it against.." Erde was cut off by Camdin once again as he continued talking. "Just watch." As the fairies were stuck in awe of the magical items, Camdin gave them a look and began to laugh heavily with an extremely deep voice. "You fools, you act as if I don't keep my strongest weapon on me!" he yelled continuing to keep his deep voice. Each fairy gave him a strange look. Camdin knew fairies could detect if someone was be truthful or not, and it seemed they decided he was telling the truth. But even with being completely sure of his honesty, they could not feel any magical energy coming of his hidden weapon. The fairy in the white turned towards him and began to speak with her extremely high but demonic voice. "Well, you cannot move, dumbass! So we will steal your weapon, and eat you alive, as we do all of our prey." The monsters began to approach him while he was stuck to the tree. The red and grey one removed his vest and took of his shirt. It revealed his impeccable muscles, his muscular arms, his broad shoulder, and his slim stomach which was blessed with a six pack. The red and grey cannibals began to dig their way into his shoulder with their mouths. Immediately, his skin was broken, and flesh was revealed as they began to eat through it like wild animals. As the other two had began to feast, the white fairy grabbed the hilt of his sword, and began to raise it from its holster. Though, once it was completely removed from its chamber, each fairy began to cower and scream. At this instant Camdin fell from mid air and landed on his feet. He grabbed his sword from off the ground and pointed it toward the cowards. "I hate fucking dark fairies!" he spat as he swung his sword and the screams ceased. "Be careful, Camdin. I do not know if it is here presently, but I feel a dark energy that was much stronger than that of those creatures. One that is dangerously strong." warned the Dragon. Camdin just nodded as he repacked his weapon, and once again put his sword in its holster. "I can actually see the exit now." he stated.
The Stranger "Pa! Pa! Come quick! Something fell from the sky!" the boy shouted again, coming up to his father and yanking at the man's sleeve. The fisherman stood up, wiping sweat off of his face and giving the boy a stern look. But his son was never one to lie, despite the wildness of his claim, so the man huffed and followed the lad up the stairs to the side of the boat, peering into the dark waters. "I don't see any-" the man's voice cut off with a curse as he spotted something writhing near the bottom. No features were discernible, but it could be seen just enough for him to realize that it was a human. Face turning a shade of white rarely known amongst the usually immovable sailors, the man bolted for a line and cut through it with a loud whack of his knife. The fishing net fell into the water with a loud splash, and the son stared, dumbfounded as his father rushed about the ship, lowering the net until he was sure it had hit the bottom. Then, just as quickly, he was pulling it back up again, powerful arms straining against the line. Spoiler http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCk564O_VJU "Pull boy, pull! We don' have much time!" he yelled, and the child fled to his father, yanking wildly at the rope in confusion. It took another few seconds before the tangled net arose over the lip of the boat, then rolled over with the smack of writhing fish and weeds. Rushing forward with a knife, the sailor cut through the net and his face turned grim as he spotted a link of chain. Wiping away the fish, the man cursed again as he uncovered what appeared to be a young man, his face covered by a strange white mask and his arms and legs bound in chains. But worst of all were the three bleeding gashes spanning from throat to navel. Not only that, but his entire left arm was nothing more than a charred, black claw. He was still breathing, but the young man had only sucked in a huge breath before passing out. The sailor was shaking, and he yelled at the boy to set sail for shore. The lad, sensing his father's fear, did as he was told. How could this man have survived a dragon attack, and would he live long enough for them to find a healer?
Holy warriror for hire She could feel his footsteps plodding on the forest floor long before he inhaled the sweet-smelling pollen that filled the forest air. One breath was all it took for her to reach into his mind and see through his eyes. The view was low, much shorter than a typical human. Through his eyes, she saw thick strong fingers lifting a bag filled with weapons. He was definitely a dwarf. If she had to guess, he’d probably made the weapons himself. She also saw the bodies of three faeries lying on the ground. But Nya sensed something strange in this dwarf. A second presence. She wasn’t the only one in his head. She could only scratch the surface, but the ‘other presence’ seemed to be rooted much deeper into his mind... From her lair deep within the earth, Nya wondered if this dwarf would do what she needed done. He’d already killed some wild faeries; he was unpredictable. But there was no one else around and no telling when someone else would arrive. She had to use him. The knight couldn’t be left to rot in a cell. Nya focused on the dwarf’s mind and began to put images into his head, obscuring reality. He was within sight of the exit, but she began to subtly change what he saw, until he saw only trees, trees, and more trees, in all directions. If he continued, he would likely become lost, even though the way out was actually right in front of him. Once the illusion was constructed, she began to speak into his mind, using a deep, powerful voice. “Halt, warrior,” she said. “The ground on which you walk is holy ground. I am Nyaladcthulxoteph, the great and powerful goddess of Brillwood Forest, and you must pay tribute to me before you are permitted to leave.” She further adjusted the illusion, to make the forest appear dark and foreboding. “I have a small task for you, dwarf... pun unintended. Do this, and you will be rewarded. Refuse and you will be smited horrendously. Will you serve me… or do you DARE resist the will of a god!?”
Blaine The Mummy Man Cries rang out through the area as the sun beaded down on two people. The first figure was a small girl….a child. Her watery eyes held a look of terror as she stared at the looming figure above her. The figure above her was indistinguishable from a man or a woman. But due to height and voice of the humanoid figure the people it was no doubt the former. The man seemed to be intentionally scaring the child just looking at her. The girl was looked about six or seven so she had an excuse to frighten by the person. His face was covered in bandages with only one pale blue eye exposed. The eye itself never once blinked or squinted due to the sun. Besides his head his entire body was wrapped up like a mummy. A long coat hung off his shoulders and its ends touched his caves. A woman finally made her way frantically through the gathering crowd. She scooped the child up from the ground and gave a heavy glare towards the mummy. “You’ve got some nerve doing that to my daughter!” She shouted The mummy held up his free hand in the woman’s face his other hand hung in front of his chest in sling wrapped with even thicker layers of white gauze covering it. “Staring is not the same as scaring mam.” He said politely his ragged voice slightly muffled. The man looked thoughtful. “A child can only learn to judge someone based off appearance from their parents you should be ashamed.” With that the mummy man started to slip away from the shocked woman. His eye didn’t regard any of the people staring at him, until two men placed themselves in front of him. Each of the men was clearly trying use their large body types to impose him as the height difference was not that great. One of the men spoke up. “Wow buddy. We got some questions for you.” The mummy’s let an ominous breathe that sounded more like an inhuman growl. “I see. Well then speak up young lads.” The man became his eyes unsure due to the nature of the voice but persisted on. “What’s a grown man doing staring at children?” The mummy seemed to stiffen. “I see you found me out. Her tender body was simply too much for my eyes to resist. Her fear was getting me excited.” His eye twinkled a psychotic gleam and the bandages on his face seemed to move in the shape of a toothy grin. The mother whom was still holding the child let out a gag from behind the mummy. Both men looked shocked at this confession. The quieter of them finally spoke up “You bastard.” The man pulled back for a punch but was stopped by that terrifying voice. “You pass.” It said. The gleam from the mummy’s eye vanishing as did the grin. The crowd started whispering in confusion and two men looked equally disbursed as they gazed at each other. The mummy let out another growl but his joy that was in his body just had to be known. “This was a test good people.” He said holding up his hand in honesty. The mummy went on speaking as he started circling the men. "You see I wanted to make sure this town was aware of dangerous predators." He said looking around at the crowd. The mother gave him a flat look. "Wait.......you scared her.......to see if people would come to her aid?" "Exactly!" He said giving a thumbs up. "Wait you scolded me for her being scared of you!" She shouted her face turning red as fury took hold of her. "And your point?" The mummy asked casually One of the men who had been opposing the mummy before spoke again. "Well how can you judge her for being quick to judge when you were testing us on keeping our children safe from mysterious looking predators?" The mummy once again went stiff. Though this time it wasn't acting. Think......something.....wise.....something meaningful......"You must be like a river." "Huh?" Multiple people said "Polluted yet accepting of fish." The mummy replied with satisfaction. Nailed it! He thought. With that the mummy started walking away. His foot prints sinking the ground in far more then any human could and it certainly wasn't the weight of his armor, as he wore no armor. Everyone seemed unimpressed or dumbfounded. The mother was the last person to speak up. "Oh tell us wise wanderer what is your name?" She asked sarcastically. "Call me Blaine my students!" The muffled voice of the man rang out as he walked off into the sunset.
Time was large; that was the only statement the girl could though to define the week she had been in the prison. She had been entertaining herself with the productions her mind created through the small window of the cell that was also a construct of her mind. Living her whole life trapped into a marble cove originated from her mind was enough for her to be marveled with any minimal detail, so even inside the cell she wasn't bored. By this moment it already became a rule for her to stand up and watch what was going outside of the prison. Being a village, it wasn't a big or too fortified prison, still the first thing that greeted her eyes were a pair of guards in front of the prison's entrance. Those "people" thing were always there for a "large time", but there was always a point when other group came and take their places instead. This was one of the mysteries that Karen was trying to understand. Sometimes she produced the voice of Iaga in her mind, hoping for what she called "her other mind" would give her the answer... After that her eyes traveled through the ground and different buildings, small figures of "people" and many other things she didn't understand, but knew due to the teachings of Iaga. "Oh Iaga, that is a boat, a boat!!!. A boat!!!!" screamed the girl as soon as on the far sea a small boat showed it's form. Perhaps it was strange for the other prisoners close to her cell; it wasn't even the fist time, everytime something new to her appeared, she screamed it... And for a girl who knew nothing of the world more than theoretical knowledge... well you can only imagine the span of seconds before she screamed again. Then her eyes fixed on a very distant figure.... Something on that figure caught her attention... "Huh?, Iaga, what's that?... Iaga, Karen, what's that?.... " said the girl confused. Her mind registered that as a "people"... But also registered it as something completely different, something that was a "people" but wasn't a "people" at the same time. Another prank created by herself. The distant figure was a tall person with a white coat, a long dark blue or marine hair and a white beret that hid his eyes. Someone that Karen recognized but never known, someone she couldn't classify on her mind... Surprisingly, as soon as the figure appeared, it vanished, leaving no trace. A normal person would be atonished in front of this, but for Karen this was just a bit more of fantasy created by her mind. Yet what atonished her was that she was unnable to determinate what was that "people", and moreover, why she felt that she knew that thing? Unnable to understand, she begun to scream uncomprehensible words, calling the attention of several guards, who already used to her, tried calm her down. "What was that Iaga?..." mumbled the confused girl
Camdin and The All Powerful Being Camdin ran through the forest, so quickly that the leaves on the ground levitated into the air. He was dead-set on making his way to the exit which was only yards away from him. Suddenly the exit had disappeared, this, in term, had made the dwarf stop in his tracks. His feet dug into the ground, stopping him, resembling that of a cartoon character. As he looked around, turning his head left and right, he was aggravated. "Dammit, it was probably an illusion from those damn fairies! It probably wore of a bit late after their deaths." he yelled in a tone of annoyance. “Halt, warrior. The ground on which you walk is holy ground. I am Nyaladcthulxoteph, the great and powerful goddess of Brillwood Forest, and you must pay tribute to me before you are permitted to leave. I have a small task for you, dwarf... pun unintended. Do this, and you will be rewarded. Refuse and you will be smited horrendously. Will you serve me… or do you DARE resist the will of a god!?” Camdin heard the voice in his head, it was obviously not that of Erde. It was too feminine to be that of his Rock Monster. He stood in silence then tapped into his subconscious to have a word with his pet. "Do you think it is real?" Camdin asked the Dragon. "I do not feel any magical presence, yet we have never encountered a god before. We do not know what their touch may feel like, could be something other worldly we have not experienced." responded the Dragon. "True, dying is not an option. Not yet. I would fight this thing if I could see it!" threatened the small creature. "That would be most unwise, even if possible." "Well, a reward sounds nice, yet this could be dangerous." "I will be with you the entire way." Camdin stopped talking to Erde Welt and spoke inside his own mind hoping the being would hear him. "For what do you ask of me?" he said in a sarcastic tone, not showing actual generosity. He was only somewhat swayed by the 'reward.'
Ugh . . . what happened? the man blinked, eyes opening a bit. Sunlight poured in through two separate holes, causing his pupils to dilate painfully. The ground rocked beneath him, there was a rapid scrambling of feet, some curses, and then a dull boom and a hard jerk. He tried to steady himself, but the chains that bound his limbs restricted his movements, and he slid across what he now realized to be a wood floor before hitting the side of the boat. Crying out in pain as his burned arm was jarred, the man gritted his teeth and started when a pair of rough hands clamped down on his shoulders, pulling him away from the railing. Wha? Huh? he tried to say, but it came out as a garbled noise, unintelligible to the human standing over him. Alarm shot through the man as he realized how large the sailor was. Had humans somehow grown over a hundred feet tall between his being knocked out and now? What was going on? They used to be so much smaller than him- "Easy, lad. We're getting you somewhere safe to tend to those wounds. Just don't fall asleep -I fear that if ye doon' ye may not live long enough to see the sun again." a booming voice grated against his ears, and the man flinched, trying to kick himself away, but the sailor held firm. The man felt fear, cold and hard, settle in his stomach. No armor, his skin was too soft -exposed. No wonder he had been wounded so easily. Never see the sun again? No! He couldn't allow that! Let me go! he tried to yell, but again, it was unrecognized as human speech. Only a loud snarl escaped. The sailor, or what of the man could see of him, appeared baffled, but when a young boy appeared in the corner of the slits in the mask sealed to his face, the man jumped yet again. Enemies, more of them. He had to get away! "Hey! Easy!" the sailor yelled as the man squirmed, crimson staining the deck. But they had made it to shore- and so he called for help instead. "Help! We got a wounded man a-board!"
X marks the spot The dwarf seemed to pause and think for a moment. But Nya could only read his surface thoughts. Whatever he was doing, was happening much deeper in his mind. It confirmed her belief that she wasn’t the only one in his head… and she was beginning to have second thoughts about choosing him. Oh, well, she thought. She was in there now. Might as well make the most of it, regardless of who or what else was along for the ride. "For what do you ask of me?" The dwarf said, when he was done conferring with the ‘other one.’ His tone suggested he had doubts about her godhood, but was at least willing to play along. That was good enough. “You have chosen wisely, mortal,” she said. “I am a great and powerful god and a lover of shiny things. And kittens. In the days of old, my worshippers laid many riches at my feet, to curb my godly wrath. Stashes of my divine wealth are scattered about this forest. You will find I am a very generous god.” The ground at his feet began to glow. This new illusion formed a trail of light, winding through the forest. He didn't have to go far to reach the nearest stash. “Follow the path I have set forth for you, dwarf,” the ‘goddess’ said. “When you reach the trail’s end, dig. There, you will find a small stash of gold… and perhaps the bones of a poor, unfortunate kitty.” She became quiet for a long time, before continuing. “Umm... anyway, go. Make haste! I will give you further instructions once you've procured the necessary funds.”
Camdin And The Gold Camdin's head was filled with suspicion. "Is this person really a god?" he asked himself. He was practically ignoring her while she was speaking, as he was too deep into thought. Camdin wasn't of any religion, with the things he has seen, he doesn't know what to believe. The Bible never made any mention of Dragons, that is a contradiction right there, yet he had seen demons before. Though he had never set upon a sight such as evil as Satan. Yet, the dwarf didn't believe in nothing either, he does believe one thing. What he believes is that shit is fucked up. While standing and thinking, he allowed his somewhat large hands to flow through his hair like that of a fish through water. His hair was soft, comfortable, yet he never cared for it. As his green eyes were still searching for the source of the sound, his thinking was halted. The mention of gold had immediately seized the attention of the short humanoid. His green eyes became larger as his body became less tense, showing relaxation towards the other being now. "Gold you say?" Camdin asked in a strange tone. Then Camdin was cut short, his eyes were turned back to where he had came, toward the ocean, toward the rock. "Are you honestly going to follow a mysterious being due to the amount of money you could receive?" asked the worrisome dragon. At this Camdin's tone inside his head changed to that of someone who was sure of himself. "Are you insane? Depending on what this thing says, I might take the gold and run." Camdin explained. "That implies we may flee from this island earlier than intended." stated the rock. "If anything happens, I have an arsenal of magical and regular weapons, and you. We can't be defeated." Camdin insisted. "You do understand I have not fought using my actual body in years?" "Yeah, but you might have to." "You plan on disobeying a god?" Camdin paused for a second and accidentally said "Yes." aloud.
X marks the NOT! The dwarf became silent for a very long moment… which did not encourage Nya to trust him at all. She didn’t like the long pauses and the mysterious ‘other’ which seemed to be lurking deep within his mind. She’d illuminated a trail of light before him, but he did not move. He only said one thing: “Yes.” Nya sighed. “Yes, indeed, dwarf… but did you hear a word I said?” The trail of light flashed brightly, to draw his attention. “Follow the trail, dear. At its end, dig and you will find gold. I’ll give you further instructions there.” Why do I have a feeling someone’s playing a joke on me? she thought and tried to quell this uneasy feeling. * * * Jon Grayward shivered in his tiny cell and tried to pretend not to notice the girl in the cell across from his. At first, he felt sorry for her… until she started speaking to herself, talking about ‘Iaga’ this and ‘Iaga’ that. She might’ve been cute if she wasn’t totally insane. Well, actually, she was still kind of cute. Jon grunted and began thumping his head on the stone wall. It was all he could do to ignore the guards trying to console the screaming loon in the cell across the hall. And why were her bars so damn thick!? It was like her cell was built for a monster. Jon had seen more than enough monsters for one day. “I gotta get outta here before I lose it,” the knight muttered to himself as he rocked back and forth, slowly. He wanted to be anywhere but here.
Camdin and The Yellow Brick Road Camdin looked at the illuminated path in front of him. He seemed to not to trust this so called go very much. Though, even with this fact standing, he would do a lot of things for money, this included thwarting a god. To be honest, the dwarf had no idea why he was looking for money. After the 'goddess' asked of whether he would do her bidding he raised a bent arm and an opened palm. His finger tips pointed toward the sky, and he didn't even bother to look in the direction of the road. In this, he showed that he had absolutely no care over what the 'god' had to say. "Yeah yeah yeah." he exclaimed. "I heard what you said and I'll go down the path. Oh and by the way, even if I didn't hear you, how would I have missed that?" he asked in a disrespectful tone outstretching his arm towards the path. He then began to walk down it waiting to find his treasure.
Fool's gold "Yeah yeah yeah," the dwarf exclaimed. "I heard what you said and I'll go down the path. Oh and by the way, even if I didn't hear you, how would I have missed that?" he pointed toward the path. Nya was not easily angered. Age and solitude had dulled anything within her that could even remotely resemble a temper. But the dwarf’s attitude was beginning to grate on her nerves… Unknown to him, the trail of light shifted. The dwarf continued walking, unaware of the change in destination. There was real gold buried in this forest… but she was having second thoughts about giving it to him. She would have to test him first. The trail ended at the base of a large tree, where the soil was soft, as if it had been recently disturbed. There was also a patch of large white flowers growing there and the pollen haze was thick in the air. It clung to his clothing, like dust. Nya adjusted the lighting, illuminating the tree and indicating that this was the spot. “Dig here, dwarf, and you will find the gold I have promised,” she said. “But there is one last thing you must do. Once you have the gold, go to the jail in town. I will show you the way.” Her illusion vanished, allowing him to see the way out of the forest and into the coastal town. “Once you reach the jail, pay the guards to release a man by the name of Jon Grayward. He is a knight, in armor; you should have no difficulty spotting him. Once he is free, the remainder of the gold is yours to keep.”
The Hunter of Dragon Vermin A scream echoed through the chasm. The scream of a young woman, so delicate and fragile. With face flushed, her eyes dropped to the thousands of feet below. Frothy water sliced through rocks and crashed upon the walls, waiting to swallow her whole. Her fingers slipped and she grabbed out helplessly, digging her nails into a root. The woman screamed again, louder, as her legs flailed for a foothold. A few more minutes passed and her muscles grew numb. Her heart fluttered as she took a sharp breath. Not...much...longer... Gritting her teeth, she rolled her eyes to the sky. "C'mon slimy lizard! You a coward or somethin'? I don't got time to wait around!" Lifting her feet, she dug into the cliff and hefted herself back onto the mountaintop. Blood trickled from a deep gash in her palm and she wiped her sweaty forehead, leaving a red streak. "Amara you should've known they be lyin', you should've known." she muttered and kicked a loose stone over the side. Her eyes followed its descent until a slight ripple showed its resting place. "Well, at least we be learnin' somethin' today. Never ask drunks about locations...and don't give 'em pay." Bending down, she picked up her bow and arrows where they lay at the ready. "But next time another’s blood will bein' shed. Ya hear me, dragon!" With a defeated sigh, Amara slung her bow over her shoulder and started back to shore. A salty breeze carried from the ocean, tossing a curl into her eyes. She continued on down the rock until her boots sunk into sand. Nearly two days journey it had taken to get to this place. Rumor had it that vermin lurked nearby, but she'd seen nothing. Yet. She vowed to come home with souvenirs of her first kill, a must it was. Amara smiled at the thought of releasing all her pain, sharing the burden as death took hold of a vile creature. What a thrill that would be! Her heart yearned for a taste of glorious freedom, the beauty of revenge. Her steps grew lighter as she grew closer to civilization; where common folk and sailors were to be seen. Ascending the last of the dunes, she stepped onto a sand bank. "Help!" Amara stopped in her tracks, a shiver running through her. "We got a wounded man a-board!" The husky voice reached her ears once more and curiosity struck. She scanned the horizon and her gaze landed on a small boat in the distance. Without thinking twice, she ran towards them. A man and boy were aboard a ship, hovered over a peculiar one in bad condition. Crimson pooled around him, staining the wood red. "You be needin' some help?" she shouted, nodding towards the man.
Golddigger “Once you reach the jail, pay the guards to release a man by the name of Jon Grayward. He is a knight, in armor; you should have no difficulty spotting him. Once he is free, the remainder of the gold is yours to keep.” Camdin turned towards the exit. His eyes looked toward the exit and back towards where the path used to be. He was approached with a choice. He could either leave the forest and go to sell his weapons, or he could go on a strange mission with an apparent deity by releasing some prisoner. He felt like he was in some strange book, yet he was prepared, as he had done stuff that was similar. At the second he decided to do what he had been asked, he removed his sword swiftly from its holster. "Are you honestly going to do this?" asked the dragon. "Yep." replied the dwarf without any hesitation in his head. As he pointed his glowing sword toward the ground, a large light appeared. After the light dimmed down, a small crater was in the ground. The sword had seemingly disintegrated, creating a hole for what he was supposed to find.
"You be needin' some help?" she shouted, nodding towards the man. "Aye, it looks like this'un just got dropped into the sea by a dragon." the sailor responded, moving away just enough for the stranger to scoot until his back was against the railing. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his eyes had gone wild behind the mask. Three ragged claw marks spread from his throat to his stomach, and it was a miracle that he wasn't already dead, let alone still alive to suffer the agony of a completely blackened left arm. But by the chains and mask, it appeared that he hadn't been set upon by a dragon voluntarily. As Fire dragons were the only ones who could breathe flame, small groups of people could be known to "worship" the arrogant beasts by sacrificing others to the volcanoes. It was more likely than not that this man had been a survivor of such an incident. When the sailor tried to go near the man again, he was stopped by a menacing growl. The stranger's hair stood on end like hackles, revealing that he wasn't human. His ears tapered to slight points like a half-elf's, and there were claws protruding from his fingers and toes. No known race had claws of any kind, and the moment that the sailor realized that he backed off warily. Looking up, the man flinched as he saw the female approaching. Not another one, I've got to get out of here! making an odd noise in his throat, he kicked and tried to move again, but fell to his side with a thump. Groaning and weak from blood loss, the creature was forced to remain still, but his eyes flickered with awareness. He wasn't one to give up easilly.
Knights and pawns After the dwarf plunged his blade into the earth and cleared away the topsoil, all that remained was a shallow crater, with a small sack of gold at its bottom, waiting to be taken. At least, that’s what it appeared to be… “Well, go on. Get your gold,” the goddess said, stifling a small laugh. In reality, it was only a rock, not a sack of money… but he couldn’t see that. To him, it would look and feel just like a sack of gold. He was currently the only one who would see it that way. He was the only one under her spell... but she already had a plan for that. “One more thing, dwarf. This is very important, so listen closely,” she warned, illuminating the patch of fresh flowers. “Pick one of these flowers, dear. Keep the gold hidden. When you reach the prison, make sure the guard on duty smells this flower before you reveal the gold to him. He must smell the flower before seeing the gold, understand?” If the guard didn’t sniff the pollen first, the hallucinogens wouldn’t effect him, he would see that he is being given a rock, and the entire plan would fall apart. The dwarf, however, was already under her spell and had no idea he was carrying a worthless stone. She was weaving a very dangerous web of deceit, but Nyaladcthulxoteph was quite pleased with herself. “Hurry, dwarf! The prison awaits,” she said, urging him to get back to town as soon as possible. "Remember: flower, then gold. Flower first, gold second. Go!"
