Rats in a Maze [Various]

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Rats in a Maze [Various]

Postby Annalisa Marin on February 24th, 2014, 6:24 am

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Anna was cold, though that was hardly anything new at this point in her life. Nor was the hard ground beneath her back which she slept upon, a day couldn't pass in Sahova when she did not sleep upon hard floor with a thin mat between her and it. She shifted slightly, as though trying to fight off the waking world but her eyelids inevitably fluttered open. However it took a moment for her sleep clouded mind to realize that it was not the ceiling of the Quarters on Sahova she was looking upon.

It was pitch black above, the darkness stretching up forever and concealing the whatever laid above. The tall woman sat bolt upright, her grey eyes flying open as she looked around her. All around were tall grey walls that stretched high upwards for at least a solid twenty feet, torches burned at regular intervals and illuminated the place with a soft orange glow. Stretching ahead of her was a long corridor, which appeared to split off into two directions further down near the end. Behind her was a wall, meaning that she was rather trapped where she was.

Anna quickly got to her feet, looking up and around for ambushes or any sign of the person who brought her here. This did not look like the Sahova she knew and was familiar with, it scared her really to have woken up with no memory of getting here. So far there did not appear to be anyone, the area around her was deserted with no way out but forward. The Sorceress attempted to calm her nerves, to think logically about this whole situation.

Right, so she had obviously been kidnapped from her room in the Sahovan Quarters and brought her here to this place. Perhaps it was some hidden area in Sahova, however clearly they wanted her to play whatever game they had wanted played. After all, if they wanted her dead they could have just slit her throat in her sleep. Instead they had placed her here, in this... place.

Anna was dressed as she appeared in life, long and immaculate black silk robes trimmed in purple hanging from her body and bound with a purple sash crossing her shoulder. Soft and comfortable black dress slippers adorned her feet, on her right ring finger was a silver ring in the sigil of a burning scroll with rubies encrusted along it. Her long black hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, bangs serving to frame her face. She looked every inch a powerful Sorceress, though now it appeared she was trapped like a rat.

She ran a hand against the wall, noting that it was stone and that allowed a slight smirk to crease her lips. The sensation of the cold earth beneath bare fingers sending slight chills down her spine. Good, it appeared that whomever had placed her here was obviously not too bright. That was an excellent thing to note.

The tall woman drew res into the hand touching the wall, translucent purple liquid moving to sheath her hand. It was done quickly and effortlessly, almost a little too easily but Anna chose not notice that little fact. She willed a powerful attractive force to be directed towards the wall, which normally would have started to make it crack. Yet, after a solid chime of concentration nothing moved or shifted or cracked. Anna quirked an eyebrow, simply opting to try and directly transmute a bit of wall to air. Again, her res refused to do it.

"What the petch... Anna whispered, drawing back away from the wall.

Just to test and see if it was not her res the woman willed the res to move out from her hand an ignite. A small ball of purple flame flickered to life in the air before her, confirming that it was not her magic but rather it was some property the wall possessed. That was rather interesting, apparently the walls exhibited some form of antimagical properties. So this person who had kidnapped her had not been entirely dense.

The tall woman sighed and gazed down the path ahead, it looked like the only way to got was forward. Apparently whoever had wanted to place her here wanted to play a game with her, pity they did not realize who it was they where petching with. Annalisa Marin, daughter of Rhysol, Master of the four elements. She intended to have whomever was subjecting her to these indignities suffer for this.

Carefully the woman started down the long corridor, her grey eyes ever alert and checking the tops of the walls and the unseen ceiling far above her. Who knew what was within the depths of wherever this place was? Monsters, or some form of fail beasts? Once Anna reached the end she was given a choice, left or right. Since neither direction seemed to have a visible hazard Anna shrugged and headed down the left path, alert and ready for anything.
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Postby Gad on February 24th, 2014, 6:37 am

He was barefoot, and the cold stone was the first thing he noticed. The slaps of his small feet echoed in the chthonic corridors with ominous reverberation. He was, for whatever reason, in a child's body. Well, his own body, as a child. Maybe nine, or ten years old. Even with his chest heaving, Gad's running didn't seem to tire him out though he'd been at it for-...for... How long had he been running? When he thought about it, he couldn't even remember starting. And this place, it seemed to go on forever. One long, straight hallway, with no twists or turns. The monotony was soul crushing, deadening to a depressing degree. He wondered why he was here. Was he dead? Was this punishment? His father did this, he felt. For whatever reason, he'd done this to him. He wanted to cry. But he didn't cry, instead he snarled and showed his gritted teeth, pressing forward against the dark.

His young arms pumped and chopped the air, and he looked side to side, looking for something noticeable, or distinguishing in this strange place he'd been sent. But, undifferentiated walls of stone were all that passed on either side, left or right. None of it made sense to him. No windows, no light. He pieced together a narrative in his head. He was in the mines! Of course he was. That made sense. The deep passages beneath Sunberth were known to all. He'd gotten lost in them, after going in for something. Now what was it? What was he down here looking for? It was something, something important. There was someone who'd come down here with him too, or someones. He'd gotten that sensation of Other, where the hairs on the back of his neck perked up, and suddenly he was aware of a running partner.

To Gad's right, inexplicably, there was a yellow fluffy creature. It was a hen, nearly eight-feet tall with a dangling red wattle, and comb fully extended, flapping in the breeze. Stranger, it was wearing clothes. Indigo denim, on it's legs, and as a cape. The fabric didn't seem to impede it's movement, instead it looked to be effortlessly keeping in stride with Gad with every extension of it's long bird legs. It looked to be enjoying itself, even. Gad was transfixed, and the yellow hen seemed to note his fascination. It slowly turned it's head towards him, without slowing down or missing a step, and then it cocked it's head sideways. Gad's eyes went wide. The massive chicken spoke to him, though it didn't move it's beak in sync with the words. No, it just hung there open for a tick, and then the words seemed to spill out. "Keep running. Find me, at the end." It's voice was surprisingly masculine, considering it was clearly a hen, and astoundingly calm. The creature speed off at breakneck speed into the distance as soon as it had said it's piece.

Well, that wasn't exactly enlightening.
Despite it not clearing anything up the Hen seemed to believe in him, and that was enough encouragement for Gad not to give up just yet. He wasn't tired but the running was scary in and off itself. And then, there was the matter of what he was running from. He knew, they were there. How they got into the mine, or how he had, were questions he couldn't yet answer, but he was certain they were on his heels. Crawling, clicking, drooling, and gazing at him with those obsidian mirrors that had for eyes. He could hear the shuffle of their leathery bodies and rough carapaces as they clamored over one another in the black behind him. Gad was careful not to drop his speed, because at any moment they'd be upon him. In fact, he thought he felt them speeding up. Unfortunately this was as fast as he could go. Despite his absolute knowledge of the nightmares pursing him he still indulged the urge to peak over his shoulder, just to check.

And, yep, there they were, a pack of massive, dire locusts, several feet tall each of them, bounding down the hallway after him. He twisted his head back around to the solitary path ahead of him and clenched his eyes closed, but he knew that didn't change anything. In the endless abyss of this tunnel, however, something did change. His sixth sense picked up something familiar; magic. He felt it at first, and then could hear it and smell it. Smoke, in the air. It was up ahead that it was coming from, and so Gad pushed himself that much harder to reach it, whatever it was, whoever was there.

He could see ahead of him a crossroads. A path going ahead and one hanging off to the right. Out from the path to the right, a tall and slender figure appeared, and began moving towards him. Could they see him? What was chasing him? He called out to them. "No! Go the other way!" But his throat was dry from all the running and nothing but a hoarse whisper came out. Soon he emerged to the area of the cross roads and at the tall figure became clearly a woman, pale and comely, though Gad could recognize something in her that was unmoving, or perhaps unliving. Even still, she was of a different make than the locusts and even the Hen. Something about her was more present, and in the now. When Gad got to her he moved behind her, putting her in between himself and the locusts. "Them! They're chasing us!" He shouted, tears long held in, now running down his face. He pointed at the small hoard of big yellow blotched bugs.
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Postby Stefan on February 24th, 2014, 6:47 am

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As soon as Stefan eyes adjusted themselves to the dark, it was clear that he was not in his home. In fact, he had never saw a place like that before, and frankly it was unnerving. Tall, stony walls that ended in pure darkness, torches in the walls that barely kept the place illuminated and a hard, stone cold floor and an empty hallway that ended in pure blackness, like a void that absorbed the torches’ light.

Stefan didn’t remember what happened... the last thing he remembered was being in his bed with a prostitute, but he couldn’t be entirely sure. When he ended up in places like this one, one couldn’t be sure of absolutely anything.

The first thing in order was to make sure he had some pants on. He looked at his body while touching his legs, and what he saw surprised him. He was indeed wearing pants, white linen to be precise, and even a gray linen shirt he had never seen before. He was also wearing a pair of boots, bracers and a vest with its pauldrons, everything made of solid, yet light leather. And last but not least, in his belt was a cup-hilt rapier, along with a dagger in his right booth. On his forehead, he had a headband that kept his hair out of his face. Never in his life was he as strapped as in that moment.

“This is odd...” he thought to himself as he double checked his equipment, when he noticed that something was missing. He searched his body, and when he didn’t found it, he checked the floor, and sighed in relief when he found it: his old mandolin. He picked it up, but noticed that it wasn’t his mandolin... well, it was, he could feel it, but it was different. The wood was not cracking, the metal was golden, and he could swear that the strings shimmered. It was like new, almost like it was recently bought. Happily, he accommodated the mandolin’s belt on his back, when he noticed one last thing on his body... a small bag on the right side of his belt. It weighted around a kilogram, and when Stefan opened it, it contained a white powder. With caution, Stefan took it with a finger, saw it carefully and then tasted it with his tongue.

“...Sugar?” He muttered to himself, wondering what in the world was happening there. But almost like the response to his question, he heard a small grumble behind him. Stefan closed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. Now it was the time, he thought. Slowly, he turned around and opened his eyes, not really ready to face anything that could be in front of him.

There was absolutely nothing.

Stefan blinked several times and smiled softly. He couldn’t help but snicker at being spooked by nothing. But the smiled on his face ran away as soon as he heard another snicker, lower and deeper, right behind his neck.

It was almost an instinct, but he started to walk, then faster, until he started to run, until the snickers and the breath behind his neck ceased... but soon where replaced with a more audible laughter. Running as fast as he could, among the hallways, without actually making sure where he was running to he only stopped as soon as the laughter did, and when that happened, his gaze feel upon a tall, beautiful woman clad in a black dress.

He got closer to her, showing that his hands where empty. “First of all, pleased to meet you, I’m Stefan...” he said in a calm tone that contrasted of what he felt minutes before. He tried to hold her hand to kiss it, but was soon interrupted by a barefoot lad that was running towards them, screaming.

“What the void...” he thought, noticing that things were getting weirder and weirder, not to mention scarier.
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Postby Venser Rush on February 24th, 2014, 6:53 am

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How queer...

The thought crossed the Rush twin's mind as he found himself lying on the floor of a voluminous cavern, the only light that filled the void of darkness was that of a constellation of tiny holes in the ceiling. They spilled in pale, white light, the soft, eerie glow informing Venser that it was, at the very least, nighttime. But, this information told him absolutely nothing, for there was little utility of telling the time of day when one could not even tell where the bloody petch they were. A soft 'tch' escaped the young man's lips as he cast his gaze about, pupils quickly dilating in order to absorb what little light was present. The transition from near-consuming darkness to tolerable vision took approximately one chime, though in that time, Venser had stepped away from where he had risen from.

In the center of the room he was in was a sight to behold, if an extremely morbid one. What looked to be human hearts were punctured on pikes, skulls littering the tops of others, cracked and broken from what was obviously a hit with a sledgehammer. Less than four meters ahead of the man was... an altar? It rose from the earth, littered with bones and what looked to be some sort of box, the frame of which was gilded.

An odd place for a trinket, isn't it? Looks like I've walked into some kind of human sacrifice chamber. Is this some kind of Black Sun establishment? Where they go to execute traitors?

The thought terrified him for a moment before he realized that if this were the case, he'd most certainly be dead already. Or, at the least, in some sort of cell. Or even, not there at all. The young man held disagreements, but he was by no means a traitor to the Black Sun. Even if his filthy bastard of a father had been. The cavern was nothing of the sort, upon further examination. Prisons were meant to be small, to disarm and instill fear into a prisoner. To keep them weak and despairing. This place did nothing of the sort. In fact, there were weapons everywhere. A human spine in the corner, splattered with brown, flaking blood, shattered tibia and femurs...

A pity that I don't know any of the stories. I could spend an age in here alone with Zapatl to keep my mind occupied. The thought was fleeting, yet an appealing one, nonetheless. Perhaps he would do so... Though, reaching into his bag, he found that he didn't have one. Looking over his body, he noted that even his attire was different. His body was covered with dark leather armour, the man able to, as his fingers traversed the chestplate, feel the presence of carved sigils formed into the shape of a circle. On his wrists were bone shackles with similar designs. Am I wearing... Legacies? The trousers he was wearing seemed to be ordinary, made of linen and dark in colouration to match his armour. His feet, were covered with what looked to be moccasins. At his sides were two beautifully crafted punch daggers, ornate with bone handles, circles crafted within, though they were incomplete.The young man was astounded, shaking his head in disbelief before traversing his fingers along the altar again.

What the petch... Legacies on my chest and wrists... Incomplete artifacts at the waist... Am I supposed to do something here? Am I being kept prisoner to the demands of some insane Stryfe or Black Sun member, demanding Legacies from me? Have I been heeding their demands...? Why can't I REMEMBER anything? The Rush twin had thought his secret to be well-kept. Perhaps he was wrong... perhaps he was even insane. He felt lucid, but for the moment he had no alternative explanation. He must be insane.

Rather than make a fuss, Venser decided to remain in place for now, his gaze cast towards the gilded box on the altar. He picked it up, waiting several ticks before opening it.

The Legacy (for there was nothing else it could be) was incredible... Inside of the box was a single human eye, its iris bright blue in colouration, the pupil of which was incredibly dilated. Though, it was... alive. At least, in seeming. The eye cast about on the confines of a small square, finally fixing itself in a certain direction, leaving Venser utterly bewildered, but completely in awe. Once he recovered from the sensation, he noted four small arrows outside of the parameters of the square, carved into what looked to the the very bone that once held this moving eye in place.

Incredible...

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Postby Fubuki Kouri on February 24th, 2014, 7:41 am

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Like some kind of a twisted wonderland, tall grey walls surrounding everything, the only source of light being the torches that were oddly placed along the walls, the place seemed out of a schizophrenic nightmare. However, one room in this mysterious dungeon was quite different in terms of... emptiness. A bed chamber was located in one end of a corridor, filled with a lavish bed complete with crimson curtains, decorated furnitures adorned the chamber, along with various dolls and stuffed animals. At a glance, this room seemingly belonged to a rich merchant's spoiled daughter. An eerie haunting yawn echoed in the room as the crimson bed sheets shifted, a lone figure was sleeping on the bed, a little girl no more than twelve winters old, long alabaster locks cascading down to her hips and skin that looked far too pale for a healthy girl.

Her matching white eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, irises in the color of blood focused themselves as the girl awoke, she wore a one-piece white dress, a common sleepwear for the daughter of a wealthy man, what happened next cemented the fact that this girl was no human, two shimmering thick black tendrils spawned from her back as they traveled to the curtains and whisked them open, the girl crawled to the edge of her bed then opened the last curtain with her own hands. She then jumped down from the bed, Uh... where am I? The last time she remembered, she was resting together with her adoptive mother, now she found herself in a strange room. "..." Her crimson eyes examined the chamber, everything was perfect as if the room was a manifestation of her dreams, Kouri didn't have time to ponder however, she needed to find Anna, her mother. The phantom girl vanished from her bed then appeared before a corridor connected to her room.

Her feet was floating by a few inches above the ground as white mists spawned from her small form, swirling around her. The phantom girl the floated forward towards the unknown. As she ventured, she started to hum a little tune, her high-pitched voice echoing in the corridors, she wasn't afraid for some reason, corridors like these didn't scare her, she often spent time in the Sahovan Dungeons to 'play' with the prisoners there. Idly, Kouri trailed her right hand on the wall, a streak of freezing trail was created as her materialized hand made contact. She seemed to be alone in this strange place, no one but her, however... her ears perked up when she heard footsteps coming to her direction. A small smile grew upon her lips as Kouri dashed forward, already assuming that this unknown presence was safe.

"Is that..." As she closed the distance, the familiar sight of a tall human wearing elegant black-purple robe filled her vision, the long hair and grey eyes were undeniable, it was her mother! The phantom girl's face broke into a wide grin as she shouted, "Mommy!!" Kouri vanished from her location then appeared directly in front of Anna, hugging and pressing her body close to the human, sucking out her warmth. Kouri lay still for about ten ticks, before looking up at Anna with her blood-red eyes, "I missed you! Uhm... where is this place?"
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Postby Reven Heath on February 24th, 2014, 7:14 pm

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Cold arctic wind was beating itself against her window as Reven sat upon her lumpy excuse for a bed, reading through another instruction book on 'How To Skin a Deer In Five Minutes!'. During the past week, she had been struggling with not only her trade and studies, but also her health as well and found herself occupied in her bedroom, taken by sleep. Tonight she fought against it, using every means of keeping herself awake from using certain liquids to herbs but nothing stopped the slow droop of her eyelids.

The Kelvic jerked awake, forcing herself to focus on her studies however, grew confused as she noticed her surroundings had changed. She was not inside her apartment anymore, cuddled around her book but instead, found herself shifted into her Lioness form, tangled inside a net. Reven growled and thrashed within the confinements, tearing the flimsy threads apart with her sharp claws. Crawling away from the net, Reven stood on all paws and shook her fur of the shredded bits before taking a look around her environment.

There was not much to behold and from what she could tell, she was alone in the dimly lite hallway. Turning hazel eyes up, Reven tried to find a point where the massive stone walls ceased but it was as if the ceiling was nonexistent. Concern rippled through her, looking behind her to see if there was any escape but she met with a cold stone wall. It appeared her only way was forward. The Kelvic felt distraught and backtracked every memory to figure out how she got to such a place. Was she having some kind of memory lapse or did someone kidnap her? But Riverfall was one of the safest cities around, how could she have gotten kidnapped from such a place without notice and why was she?

This made no sense to her and Reven was not about to play into some maniac's game. Lights illuminated the hallway before her, tempting her to move forward but she refused. What dangers were ahead of her that could in her life with a single blow?

Many.

Resigning to that decision, Reven had just laid down to relax when suddenly the ground beneath her began to shake. Rising up, she growled low, taking step back to insure her escape if she needed to get out quickly. The ground quivered in such a way, she thought it was about to fall apart beneath her when finally, the shaking halted at once, leaving her in silence. Reven stood there for a tick, anticipation pumping through her veins while she waited to see what was next. As expected, something began crawling its way out of the dirt below her. She knew it was massive from the hair, spider-like arm that shot out from the soil and took off down the hallway without a second thought.

Inside, she was screaming with terror and let that lead her way. If she ran left, she ran left and if she ran right, she ran right. No thought was put into where to go just that she needed to keep running. Thankfully, she didn't meet any dead ends but instead hurled herself into a room to avoid the creature that was still after her. The decision she quickly regretted once she analyze just what room she stumbled into. She smelled blood and flame and saw many skulls and hearts perched upon... Spikes? Reven had never witness something like that before and was so stunned by the scene, she didn't take notice to the other person in the room.

What nightmare had she fallen into?

Suddenly Reven was thrown away from the wall she was pressed against as a sudden force barreled through the thick stone. Rising to her feet once more, Reven snarled at the giant, dire spider that stood before her. The fur on her back stood straight while her jaw fell open to intimidate the creature with her fangs. How was she going to escape this situation with her life? She had no weapons, only her claws, and the creature was nearly towering over her with intent to kill. Looking for another escape, it was at this point the Kelvic notice the stranger who had his eyes transfixed on something. She didn't know if she could trust him but he was her best bet when it came to the sudden situation and if she needed to use him as bait... Oh well. However, he did appear as though he could help her take on the creature, if not escape from it alive.
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Postby Ricky Maze on February 24th, 2014, 10:51 pm

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Cold. How unusual for the floor to feel so dank and cold on his bare skin, yet come to think of it Ricky never really slept on the floor at all. Not when he and his beloved had a decent sized bed to share with one another anyway, and with Martin in need to hear another story before he could sleep again Ricky had only shut his eyes for what seemed like two ticks at least. He usually checked the baby’s diaper when the boy couldn’t seem to stay asleep at night and when he only seemed to be hungry, both parents were then awake to help bring the comfort of sleep back into their child for the rest of the bells. Sometimes Ricky would even tell his son a story in the process just to help the boy find sleep easier, as Ricky also had felt the lull that sleep held when past hours of bedtime caught up to him. So when did he fall asleep exactly? And how did he wind up on the floor of their room in the process?

His neck and backed ached as he let out a yawn and shudder, hands brought up to wipe the sleep out his face as he prepared to wake his wife. "Tattle-tell now, time t’ jump off yer arse." He paused. Right now he couldn’t figure out just how exactly those words came out the way they did, what was worse was that he never meant it in such a… out of nowhere manner! When he popped open his eyes to try and see if Telion had stirred or even heard him, surprise filled his expression as he noticed that this very dark and dank room wasn’t much of a room at all. It was a tunnel or cavern, something that held a very ominous and eerie quality to its structure. Going on for what looked like miles was two stone walls that never seemed to end, into a pitch black roof of pure darkness that seemed to peer down in the whole corridor that Ricky resided in. "Petch me mama, Oi seem t’ ‘ave lost me self!" Once again his words clearly came out different from what he originally thought to say, just what exactly happened to make him suddenly lose control of his mouth?

No, the words he did say were his own… they just came out in a different meaning somehow. When he meant to say that he was lost, he still said it in a totally random way that he didn’t even recognize. What was worse was that he didn’t even know what the petch he was wearing. He had on simple clothing such as his green linen pants and the white short-sleeve shirt he wore, but over that he seemed to be in armor that hummed almost silently over his body. There was a vest adorned with both leather and metal to cover the vital areas of his back and torso, with flat but smooth metallic shoulder pads to guard the shoulders. Gauntlets that were fitted to snuggly fit around his hands and wrists were free at the fingers, and the pants he wore had patches of metallic armor woven over the leggings as though they were actually greeves, with a pair of metallic boots to protect his feet as he rose from the uncomfortable position he sat in. The type of armor was a mystery to Ricky as the only qualities he knew it held was a deep azure color and the small hum that slightly tickled the skin, as the designs and patterns resembled what seemed to be waves and runes in pinpointed places.

Where de petch am Oi? He wondered in silence. At least he was aware that his thoughts were normal, in his head anyway. As he looked up to the endless abyss above he could only wonder just where he was exactly. The Ancient Quarter perhaps? Could someone have brought him here as a joke? A test to see if he was able to survive? Had someone held ulterior motives against him this whole time? He didn’t want to let himself be lost to paranoia, not when he had to first figure out where this was and how to get out. Thus he looked in the only direction that seemed to lead him somewhere, considering he pretty much woke up in this dead end slump of a… prison? Dammit! He couldn’t guess what it was just yet; he had to first see for himself just where this whole thing seemed to lead. "Heyo miscreants?!" He called out with a bit of a frown to follow, irritated that he couldn’t even manage a simple “hello” to see if anybody was around.

With the torches to line down the corridor there was only some slight visible lighting, and in the steps Ricky took the tut, tut, tut of his boots were no doubt an easy giveaway of his location. That is until his toe kicked against something several feet inward from where he started, a large clank filled his ears as the painful sound of metal sliding against rock followed for a few ticks. Something large, round, and metallic rested on the ground right next to him, and when nothing seemed to come out of nowhere after his abruptly loud noise he finally relaxed a little. With a bit of closer observation Ricky picked up the object to see that it was in fact his shield, the same shield that every Wave Guard carried, he had accidentally kicked over in the dark. Yet as he could see the Wave like crest upon the finely polished surface, Ricky couldn’t help but notice the glimmer that resided even when no light seemed to shine upon it. Sure enough another on the floor started to glimmer as it rested next to his boot. The sword he’d been given upon his promotion, with the finely crafted silver edge and wonderfully carved hilt with its wave like design. Both the metal of the blade and sapphire crested within the crossguard seem to hold the same sort of glimmer the shield did, as though they held within them a light of their own.

After his grasp tightened and Ricky had looked closely at his sword, a sudden but short burst of light seemed to flash from the blade. He had to keep his eyes shut for a moment from the random blindness that followed, but once his eyes were able to open again he could see that his sword held a warm, if not faint, glow that seemed to light up a little bit of the area around him. It was only for a few feet but nonetheless that light served as some sort of torch or something, a means for Ricky to be able to see in this blasted place. This shyke is peeeeetched up. He thought in wonder to the event that had just happened. He had to find somebody else here who might’ve known what was going on, it was just a matter of exploring until he did is all. Which led Ricky to bravely carry on down the straight and never ending path that seemed to continue onward forever, until at last he… reached a four way? So then he had three choices to follow to be exact… But which path should he take?

Curious as to which ever may lead him onward Ricky took a moment to consider where to go, a long hard moment that had him thoughtful as to what may await him beyond these halls if he might make a wrong turn.
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Postby Gale Austin McCenry on February 25th, 2014, 3:05 am

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Common Vani Nari

OOCI know it's short but hey, at least it's something. :P

The wind blows in a subtle fray though it blows so far away that when one saw the wind blow they felt nothing though they saw the show. There was a man watching this elegant dance and his legs followed, he even pranced his way across the dirt covered floor, but there had to be something more. He carefully chased this subtle breeze in hopes of finding a hidden peace of knowing what this all was, but he didn't find it... because

He came across a hidden word, for it came in like a bird flapping along the gently air. It was a paper. But bare. Gale examined the small slip, careful to not lose his grip, for if he did he would lose this sign, despite this being the end of the rhyme.

Gale looked at the envelope, not seeing a single thing written upon it. He opened the letter and took the small paper out, despite having caught the small paper in the first place. He saw no writing on the paper but the letters slowly grow on the paper, revealing the hidden message that was given to him.

"Bring your metal and you shall be rewarded
Though be careful for you may not be guarded."


And once the letter was read, the letters vanished. Instinctively almost, the man pulled the object which was given to him out of the envelope, revealing a small knife. An eating knife to be exact, thought it was solid silver, and didn't weigh anything more than a nilo. Without being told too, Gale came to an edge of the path he was walking. And again, without guidance, he leaped into the air quickly plummeting to the ground. There was grass below, but he wasn't afraid. Because he knew what would happen, and when he landed, it did as expected.

Gale's feet hit the ground hard, and when he did, the grass and dirt shattered like glass, revealing another twenty or so foot fall to the rock floor of a dank room. There were two being in this room, though he didn't know it until he crashed onto the ground, managing to land on both feet. The shattered ceiling reversed itself and was repaired after his entrance, though the man remained.

The artist at hand looked up, meeting eyes with a lioness first. She looked terrified, for reasons unknown. Then his head cranked over his shoulder, seeing another young man. Then it returned to the lioness.

Gale stood up straight and brushed what particles had remained on his shirt, and with his knife in hand, he simply smile at the two. "Why hello." He said abnormally friendly.
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Postby Annalisa Marin on March 4th, 2014, 1:29 pm

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Anna rather found that this day had gone from weird to even more strange as a brown haired man approached her, prompting her to immediately draw res into her left hand. The purple translucent liquid sheathed her fingers easily and her expression was one of caution as he displayed that his hands were empty. She had been long enough on Sahova to know that even when one appeared to be unarmed there was always the possibility that their weapons were hardly obvious. Daren Marlow came to mind immediately, the petching hypnotist that haunted her darkest nightmares and had stalked her steps since day one on Sahova.

Stefan was his name apparently and he moved to hold her right hand, which struck Anna as being a tad forward but she was already confused enough as it was. At that moment another individual opted to appear, running towards them and screaming that something was chasing him. Anna quirked an eyebrow slightly, but then she saw the silhouettes and soon after she saw the giant insects themselves. At least they weren’t giant spiders that could talk, she mused as she reflected on that rather mind numbing experience. The tall sorceress counted their number was rather uncertain if even her magic could defeat them all.

The man put her between him and the insects, drawing a sigh from her that this was just her luck. Not only was she lost in Rhysol only knew where, but she was in the company of strangers. Her mind shifted between fight and flight, gauging her odds against these massive insects. Her reimancy was certainly potent but could it destroy all of the creatures before they overwhelmed her? She supposed there was only one way to find out, not exactly the best plan but it wasn’t like they would be able to outrun the creatures forever.

“Right, unless you both happen to be mages I suggest you stand back.” Anna said as purple gas started to radiate out from her body.

However another interruption arrived, though this one was far more familiar in its shape and voice and brought some relief to her. Her adoptive daughter, Fubuki Kouri, appeared in front of her and wrapped her arms around her. The tall woman gasped as a chill disrupted her concentration, her res generation halting as a shiver worked down her spine. She really needed to curb Kouri given unexpected displays of affection; they could often disrupt her concentration. The child ask her question however Anna didn’t exactly have the luxury of time to answer, the swarm being almost upon them.

“It does my heart good to see you, my child, but we have something of a situation on our hands.” The dark haired woman said.

The tall woman moved the cloud of gaseous res outward and willed a transmutation to occur and to move outwards sharply. She ignited the air, a malevolent crackling noise born from it as it arced forward towards the swarm. The next moment purple lightning screeched towards the locusts at the forefront of the swarm, exploding into them and bursting them into a shower of gore. It wasn’t enough as more simply came over the corpses of their fellows, not halting from the display of destructive magic. More res was radiating from her body, however the tall woman knew by this point that she would not be able to stop them all with the limited time she had to cast.

“Right, so if anyone has any ideas at all I am more than open to suggestions. Unless you lot are fond of the idea of meeting Dira a little too early.” Anna said, turning her head to half glance at the others.
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Postby Gad on March 13th, 2014, 2:49 am

So, they had gathered. The witch, the waif, the wanton, and the wretch. Through the indomitable strands of the chavi, had they done this dance before? Such questions didn't perturb young Gad's mind. He was more preoccupied with the creepy crawlers in the vicinity. The yellow leathery bodies disgusted him, turning over one another, scrambling. He'd though he'd be safer with these people, but some how he felt even more vulnerable than before, and his perception of himself informed his reality. As his fear grew, Gad's body shrank, until he was even younger than he was before, now barely seven years old. And, all of a sudden his teeth feel out, and his face grew numerous worry lines and wrinkles, and his hair flooded with grey and white so that he had the physique and form of a child but all the accessories of a curmudgeonly old man. A cane appeared in his hands, and he tried to waddle away from the group, even as the witch was readying her magic. "Mmeh, mah plan is teh sahme ash before! Run away!" With his weakened body, Gad was going nowhere fast.

One of the locust leaped ahead of it's pack and pinned him to the ground, leaving him with nothing but his cane to defend himself. However, as he beat across it's belly with the wooden stick, it scrambled off of him and moved along its way. Everyone else was likewise swarmed by the creatures, who's clashing mandibles dripped and oozed. However, Gad could notice the things weren't actually attacking. For all their horrible bluster, the creatures just seemed to be scrambling around them, or over and on top of them if it couldn't be avoided in the narrow space of the corridors. Soon, the swarm of insects had passed over and around the group entirely, mostly without incident, though Gad could see some of the creatures had been taken down by his new compatriots, and their dead twitching bodies slowly dessicated into husks. Gad struggled to his feet, and then waddled over to where the rest of the gang was, resting much of his small weight on the cane he was carrying. He called to them "Heh, well, that problem pretty much solved itself now didnit?"

"Hello, I'm Gad!" He said with and earnest exuberance one might rarely see from him in the waking world. "D'yall know where we are? Wait- wait, didja see a giant yellow hen running through here? I think I saw him come this way..." Gad trailed off "Hey, where is this place anyways? I thought it was a mine but-" Gad for the first time took the chance to inspect his momentary allies. There was the first one he'd seen, the woman, pale as the grave, and the girl too, who looked even more lifeless. In fact, the girl looked downright unhealthy, with he blood red eyes and white skin and the cold aura that permeated around her, and also, Gad didn't think it was healthy for her to be floating around like that. Then something registered in his brain and Gad thought he understood that this was a ghost. The last person he noticed was the most normal looking of the group and that was a man who was clad in leather armor, and armed well on top of that. Gad thought he'd heard this man introduce himself as Stefan. The old young man cleared his throat. "Ehmm, well, we best get movin', huh? Who knows what kinds a' cooky stuff could happen if we stay in one place for too long? 'Keep movin forward' hyup, thas what I always say!" Gad pointed his cane ahead and slightly upwards in a dramatic position, like a warrior's sword on the charge. "Er, well, always recently"
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