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 Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 2:51 pm
Lecta's fall hurt indeed, but the grunt must've been unheard...Astai was angry....But how could we have rescued her? Draku was supposed to be rescued first. well apparently, the dark elves have been busy, converting the former Meldonar Queen into a dark Mistress of Senbar. She was so cruel now...what happened?
Then the flames missed us by a meer few inches. The heat was incredible, but somehow comforting in the black hole we were currently in...the air was still thick, and now smelled of smoke, and soot. Astai screamed, for she must've been burned terribly...I couldn't see what was happening, for my mind wouldn't let me open my eye's, but i heard, and understood it all.....
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 3:04 pm
Astai's burn figure ran off into the darkness, a few dark elves followed behind her accept for one"Everying will be alright Eleyym...I promice..."she whispered, staring at the open wounds on his sides, drenched with blood, puss and urine. It was horrable. Cruel what her grandmother had done"H-how could she do this to y-you..."she whispered, playing with his hair and kissed his lips once more"Please be ok...I dont know what I would do if I lost you..."she wimpered, laying her head on his chest, soaking herself in his blood.
She couldnt hear Flavian, but when the room was lit up by Asay's flames she caught a glimpse of him, he seemed fine"Please be ok...Please....".
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 3:06 pm
I was too weak to respond, even though i knew i was safe. I didn't know what kind of message to send her...my mind was shutting down...i was falling unconscious. The seering pain was terrible. The blood drenched everything, even the floor. This would be a terrible mess to clean up...
Why was that dark elf standing there? What did he want? was he here to torture us more?....
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 3:13 pm
The tiny elf stepped forward"P-please miss...m-move..."the boy stuttered and stared at the High elf. He was huge thru his eyes, the dark elf only stood about 4 feet. The young one placed his hands to his chest, hands glowing an elegant breeze. The wounds slowly started to close"Oh eleyym..."she whispered crawling over to the other side and played with his hair"Everything will be fine....I wont leave you...".
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 3:17 pm
"P-please, i n-need room" i told her coldly. I did need room, or this wouldn't work. I'd always despised Astai's new methods of torture. I especially didn't want this one to die. He might be my only hope...I examined his body, and started to figure out what i could do to help him...
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 3:31 pm
Lecta lowered her gaze, crawling away from Eleyym's pathetic looking figure"Please be ok..."she begged to herself. Closing her eyes and breathed in a slow shaky breath. She couldnt let her only father figure die. She wipped the tears away with her bloody wants, and chewed on her bottom lip franticaly. He had kept her alive for 18 years. And made her beleave that Draku realy would return, he did. She thanked him so much for what he did for her. It was a wonderfull feeling, seeing the one she loved again, he even looked like the Original Draku.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 3:37 pm
I examined his body for any other cuts than the one on his chest...There were a couple other incisions, where the queen placed small lead chips, that were supposed to enter the bloodstream, and poison them. This elf was indeed strong, for most others would've died at this point. I finished listing his injuries in my head, and grabbed a couple tools off the table. A needle, thread, and from my pack, an herb, that when placed in the wound, would help it heal much quicker. I stuffed his small cuts with the herb, and sewed them up carefully. Then i started working on the huge gash on his chest. It was a laborous pursuit, but one that would be worth the effort....
The small elf started sewing up the cuts and scratches i didn't even know were there in the first place. The sewing hurt, but whatever he did, the pain started to ebb away...it was like a breath of fresh air....
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 9:39 am
It was instant. Although Flavian was weary of nearby opponents it was too late. Something hard hit him at the back of the head, knocking him unconcious. His body was dragged to a different room, separated from that of Elyym's.
He woke up, his head throbbing with pain but the rest of his body was surprisingly fine. It took him a few minutes to notice the surroundings of the room and also that he was on a flat, tilted wooden structure where he was tightly held on with iron shackles. A variety of unusual tools were layed out in front of him, on a desk which was covered in dried, ancient blood. Elyym was not in the room. Wherever he is, he may be going through the same situation.
The shadow entered the room, cursing and giving out orders. She walked straight towards Flavian, her face revealing itself by the small light bulb which hung above. "That girl!" she exclaims with a sinister cackle and suddenly stops and squeals in pain. As the rest of her body, half her face was burned to an extent that it revealed a small piece of bone. "So, after her lover dies, she looks for more human men like you."
The evil wretch took one of the tools and ran it along Flavian's face. "Don't you worry now, boy! I've got plans for you. And that girl is going to regret burning my face with her dragon."she says, spit leaking from the side of her incinerated mouth. Turning to one of her men hidden in the dark, she says, "Bring the dragon slayers will ya? Kill that beast."
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 12:17 pm
I was still very weak, but i could finally open my eye's and see lecta, sobbing in the corner, the dark elf hovering over me, and the painful wounds all across my body...all the blood. "lecta..." i rasped...I hoped she heard me....
He tried to speak. He shouldn't try to speak. "S-speak n-no more elf" i said demandingly. He must be silent, or the next step in the process would fail. I took a few more herbs out of my pack, and mixed together an assortment that would start healing the wounds more efficiently. It would be painful, but it would speed up the natural healing process, something i was sure he'd prefer over pain....i thought....
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 2:18 pm
"Yes Eleyym?"she asked, staring towards him and smiled weakly. She crawled over, gently running her fingures thru his hair"Everything will be alright, you should thank Asay..."she whispered, staring towards the dragon. It let out a gentle hiss"That was my grandmother...she is no longuer of this world. She is but an undead creation..."A sob stopped her suddenly and she sat forward laying her head against his chest"Please be alright, I must go look for Flavian, please Dark Elf child, take good care of him, and get him out of here. I will be fine..."she ordered and rose to her feet, Asay stared at her with strange eyes"Asay, I think its time to temporarily use those scales of yours...".
Asay snarled in dissagrement, but, Lecta was her mother, and caretaker. Saved her when she was just a helpless baby. Raising her head, Asay let out a roar as the fallen rocks slowly started to form armor, lerge bones started to poke thru her shoulders and legs, forming something similar to armor. Floating towards towards her, the rock seemed to mold into her flesh, covering her weak belly. chest, the top of her head, and her neck.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 5:52 pm
I could say no more...the world started to turn black, everything faded...even the pain..."i'll see...y-you soon...leca.." i whispered weakly...then i was out cold, for who knows how long...
The elf was in a coma. I watched the strange elven girl go. I continued o tend to the tall elf's wounds....it would take a long time....
((Sorry guys, i won't be able to play for ahwile. Somebody play the dark elf, Flaydra, you can delete this little tidbit too...I'll explain later))
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 8:42 am
The witch ran her fingers through the tools with sinister intent. As she was doing so, she picked up a broken piece of glass and slowly brought it towards Flavian's chest. "Guards, take care of those to in the other room, leave this one to me."
"Dont worry. The pain will only last so long." her evil cackle reverberated through the underground walls of the chamber. Lifting Flavian's armor, she shoved the broken piece into his chest. To her surprise, only her fingers touched Flavian's bare skin and the glass nowhere to be found. "Eck.." she manages to cough out droplets of blood.
It was also to her surprise that the piece of glass was firmly lodged in her throat, penetrating her vocal chords, taking away her ability to speak. She underestimated him for he was human and her prior injury were both aspects that caught her off-guard, making a counter attack much easier. To ensure slowing her down or even perhaps killing her, Flavian telekineticly shot all the tools towards the witch's body. Her screaming agony must have been heard by the entire city. At this point, Flavian had managed to unshackle himself. He stood for a moment, rubbing his wrist when the wretch managed to cup Flavian's neck with both hands. She was surprisingly powerful for he struggled to break free.
((I can only rp few times a week my exams are coming up.))
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 12:14 pm
The girls body tenced. With wide eyes, she stared towards the door. The scream was muffled, so it was greatly hard to tell who had screamed"D-draku..."she stuttered and rose to her feet"Please, young elf, take care of Eleyym for me..."the elven queen asked and ran down the hallway connected to the room, throwing open each one. Some of the sights werre horrable, people werre hung by hooks on hooks behind the back of the skull. Most werre still alive, dogs werre jumping up knawing at there flesh. Closing the doors, she saw a burnt figure stumbling around, gripping the throat of Favian"N-no!"she screatched, Asay released a roar and pushed herself thru the door, breaking it into a large hole and bared her fang"You may be my grandmother, but I will not! Forgive you for this!"she growled, raising her left hand, a fallen piece of rubble floated up off the ground"I will kill you!".
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 7:39 pm
Although she had disabled most of his physical abilities, she had not the ability to counter telekenises. With his power, he made use of the tools which penetrated her flesh from the prior attack. Each and every one of the tools rotated on her skin, the wretch herself being their axis. Every inch the blades moved, the louder she screamed and the grip on his throat loosened. Eventually, he was free and dropped to the ground which was covered by a pool of blood that exited from her undead body. The odour within her was released-the foul odour of flesh which had been rotting for eighteen years. It was a gruesome, and grotesque sight that caused Flavian's stomach to churn.
Immediately, he ran away from the dying beastly woman as he pushed through the cavern darkness, blind and shocked. Light came from bulbs near the walls which revealed hanging corpses that hung lifelessly. It was the only light source that penetrated the darkness. They revealed the disturbing images and Flavian wished that there were no lights at all. Some corpses only hung from one hook since their skin had torn from the other. Others were shackled, gasping for breath every second which seemed like their last. Every minute he spent in here was like an exact imitation of hell. Hell-yes, hell was the right word. This place caused him to question himeslf if he is in hell. Eventually, he bumped into Lecta, knocking the feather-weight elf to the ground-shocked and at the verge of insanity. He got up and sat upright, rocking back and forth as he looked at his surroundings with paranoia. Why did he have to make a blundering suggestion to join with the group? It was a very premature decision.
He was rendered motionless and stationary. Every moment and step he made in this complex labyrinth vexed him. As the darkness of the chamber, he thought of his future to be quite dim, hopeless. There was no light at the end of this tunnel, just darkness and evil. His anxiety molded into fear and carved itself into shock. It seemed like nobody was going to help him. His state of shock blinded him from seeing Lecta in front of his eyes. Lecta-the queen of elves which could be his last hope of salvation. Yes, Lecta would be the only one to end the reign of these sinister beasts which lust for blood and strive to blanket the earth with eternal darkness.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 3:48 am
"Shh..."a gentle voice rang out, a pair of soft hands reached out and gently ran along his face"Its ok Favian..."she said in a calm voice and crawled closer, the poor child. Wrapping her arms around him, she placed a hand to the back of his head, bringing down against the base of her shoulder, she kissed the top of his head"Everything will be alright...I promice..."reasuring him everything will be fine, she kept him in her embrace, poor thing was in shock. Terrafied of the recent events, he was still young, perhaps it was to early to ask for his aid, running her fingures along his back, her other hand slipped under his chin, closing her eyes, the opened the magain, and the light of her eyes became brighter. Lighting up anything neerby, he looked terrafied, that was easy to understand"Your safe now sweet heart..."she reasured him once more and kissed his forehead.
Asay stared at the two, head tilted to the side, she grumbled with confusion and sat down. Licking her lips slowly, yes. The smell of the dead queens corpse was horrable. Perhaps it would be wide to rid the room of the grotesque figure. It twitched hopelessly. She was still alive, trotting over. Asay stared down at the old queen with wide eyes. Spreading appart her lips, she released a long stream of flames.
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