Welcome to Gaia! ::

::The memory echoed in the boys head. A conversation with a young man, the boy stood in silence with his eyes wandering off. He had yet to touch the trap, or take a step forward since he was warned of the traps existance.

"Well, what if dey just appear behind me and cuts me?! I dont want to gets cuts!"

A young mans voices, about in his late 30's responded with a chuckle.

"Dont worry little one...someone is always watching your back..."

The moment the man vanished, the eyes and mouth of the skull insignia on the boys back would glow a rich purple. Having already taken off running he was ahead of Mr.Darky Dark when the man chose to vanish.

Almost instantly the counterspell was cast. Teleportation is a skill that has cost many their lives, it has caused some to vanish into walls and die. It has caused others who were merely standing in the wrong place to be smooshed by the wieght of another piece of matter attempting to occupy the same space as them. Worse, some people have been victim of sly and sneaky assassins who cant be bothered with actually sneaking and so simply teleport in, slash, and vanish. This boy was meant to be protected from such things.

Instinctivey as he ran forward, the boy extended his left hand and a bit of the darker corners of the room seeped and gathered in the palm of his hand. In the span of a heartbeat it formed into the shape of a vase, the vase was only about 12 inches tall and was eteched with shades of grey and black.

The child was too enraptured in his running to even see what happened next.

As the sand drifted it would seem like a powerful wind picked up around it. Yet only the sandy particles would feel it. It was a black wind, as dashes of black were seen in the counter-storm. This storm served the sole purpose of funnelling the sand into the vase, and sealing the vase tight. The split second it sealed the secondary defenses were activated. Several dozen circular runes looking like a series of O's connected in a complex web, appeared around the vase. This served to magically, hermetically, and dimensionally seal the vase. All teleportation spells would be caught by the rune and reflected back inside the vase. Air, and wind, were nothing but memories. Any cracks were immediately healed, even as they were being made. In truth the storm was just a show, an anti-magic field inverted is what caused the particles to be stirred inwards. The anti-magic serving to negate any magic and or supernatural effects present in the sand. Thusly stopping any attempts to superspeed the sand, or teleport it further, or any attempts the creature may make to immediately re-form before the spell was complete. And the sucking feeling? That would be the feeling of a rift tearing open in this plane in order to create the pocket dimension in the vase. Such things lead to a very very powerful void and pull. Thankfully the pre-set spell was able to focus the suction at its intended target...the creature.

In a bright room this wouldnt have worked, but the outside world where the boy was...was not certainly not very bright.

Inside the vase, the room seemed just big enough to be extremely cramp for whoever was unlucky enough to be stuck inside. They wouldnt feel like they were stuck in a 1ft tall vase, because the pocket dimension was much larger, but on the outside they infact were. The world around the target would be like a giant visor. One could see out of the bottle very clearly, even though it wasnt infact clear. He could see for instance, the boys hand, and the path, they were taking.

It seemed like it was a bit much of a prison for one freaky creature exploding into sand...but the prison wasnt made for him. It was made for those who would try to teleport, superspeed, or otherwise magically transfer themselves behind the child. And while the ability of Mr.Darky Dark was not targeting the area behind the boy, it was infact activating behind him, and moving into the area behind him...thusly trapping him. Such powers were way beyond the level of the boy himself, or his comprehension, but infact were far beneath those that sent him.

All the creature would know, was that one moment everything was going normal, but when he tried to land, he landed here. Thusly, confusion would probably reign.

For now, all D knew was that he had a very fancy new bottle to play with. And that he was to be very careful, he was sure never to stay in one place, and his feet were light enough to be on and off any time before it ever fell.::

((Sorry, the trap was there way before you actually showed up. I was hoping to use it on the Valkrye, but you triggered it first. sweatdrop ))

With D's little teleportation countermeasure stopping the mysterious person before he could pass by him, Ruuvan was oblivious to the fact he had even tried to come with them. Aside from the voices he had heard, which he did assume came from the dark figure, there was no longer something materialising ahead of him, so he had to assume said figure took a detour or decided to leave them.

Smiling due to the fact they had avoided one of the traps, the group continued on until the next bout of monsters decided to show up. Needless to say Ruuvan drew one of his blades, but he made no attempt to attack this time, wanting to try the diplomatic approach instead of going in sword-happy.
"I don't have any quarrel with you, Lizardman." It was the only way he could say it, "I seek out the Valkyre, not to destroy what you possibly call home." They obviously knew what godlike being lived below and maybe they would respect his wishes, but he was ready to fight should they have said no.

Brass stayed silent with his hood up for most of the trip through the desert. Though he trusted the man to lead him the right way, he constantly kept his earth magic running through his fingertips. Which were hidden inside of his cloak pockets.

When they came upon the sign, he snorted at the cryptic warning, he had seen that many times before around Gaia, and up to this day he had yet to become the dead man they spoke of.

As they entered the cave, Brass' mouth dropped abit in amazement. His couple of hidden places were nice, but not made of glass. That added a sort of rich taste to the whole look of the place, but he refused to be jealous, there was no reason for it. So he simply leaded against one of the walls and nodded his head.

"That'd be great."

: biggrin id he read an encyclopedia at home or something?::

Now wook.

:: D spoke up, with his hands placed firmly on his hips. Oh he planned to be heard, one way or another.::

You are all wizard-peoples, and dis is a cold cold cave. Dheres no sun, no light, ish bad for something cold bwooded.

::He lifted up the red ruby.::

Dis can give you de power to make it vewy hot, all the time. We just want to gets this turned on, den we will weave, and neva eva come back. K?

::As his spoke, the boys right hand twitched slightly. It was the sort of twitch you see a cowboy make while his hands rests over the holset, of course the boy had no holster, and from the plan look of him, the only things he had were a loli-pop in his mouth. A sealed vase with strange purple symbols in his left, and the ruby in his right. Nothing else. And in this case looks were not decieving.::

Halycanos went on with his business as he came inside, grabbed Brass' Dr. Pepper, and then went off to the bedroom, talking the whole time.

"Alright. It's only 1:32 right now, so if we lay down to sleep now, we'll wake up just at seven, I think. Eight maybe. From here it's a twelve hour walk to Strata. If we leave at 9 we can beat the heatwave. Or, we can set up camp at sun up, and chill out so we can make the remaining treck the enxt night. It's up to you really..."

When his little speach was over, he had changed clothes entirely...

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