It's that time of year again, and rumors are once again flying about haunted places and strange creatures being sighted. The Blood Moon is shining and the world of Magesc seems slightly darker and more dangerous. Normally you count all these strange rumors as just that, strange rumors. But you overhear one conversation that perks your interest: a man, badly wounded, is talking to a woman. Apparently he found an odd place out in the wilds filled with danger and treasure.
You may rp out his conversation; talk with him or merely eavesdrop if you wish.
He doesn't know who made the place, describing it as an odd and spooky underground labyrinth filled with alcoves where the dead are laid to rest. The skeletons don't have much treasure on them, ht e fine clothes they wore to their funerals have all rotted away, but their jewelry still remains. The woman looks disgusted, stealing from the dead? He quickly shakes his head: No! He saw but didn't take those, for who knows what curses were on them. The dead keep what is theirs. But he found other treasure, deep inside the crypt. It was in a huge room that reminded him of a temple, but had three statues in it. He had seen the chests, but dare not go and look inside them: strange things were floating about in that room. Huge shadows that looked like carrion birds, and bright balls of fire with a floating skull inside of them. He hadn't wanted to explore the place any further, the Blood Moon made things too dangerous! The woman asks if he would try to go there after the Blood Moon is gone, and he shakes his head vehemently. He'd been all over that area many times before and had never seen the entrance to that place before!
To get the location, you have 2 paths you can choose: eavesdrop some more as he speaks about where it is, or ask him directly. Either way, go to The Entrance.
Suluksati was only passing by a Drakein clan's nesting site on Eowyn. She'd been avoiding her own kind lately- apparently word had gotten around about her and it... well, it wasn't good. Apparently the cause she loved was very, very unpopular. Hence why she was trying to hide. Fortuantely, feathers softened movements and shapes. Unfortunately, she was bright white and there was a storm brewing that she didn't want to be flying in. So, tip-clawing it was.
Frantic calls caught her ear and, against her instincts of self preservation, she stopped and poked her head up out of the sparse brush. If someone needed assistance she would have to help, wouldn't she? Attitude or no.
It was a badly wounded male, bleeding from many cuts and abrasions, talking to a female who, from the looks of it, was his mate.
"Excuse me" she said, popping out of the bushes and shaking off the leaves and twigs, realizing just how ridiculous she looked, "Do you require any assistance?" They gave her a funny look and perhaps a glower when she was recognized as that 'white-feathered busybody', but hsi wounds were grave and she was an aedaun. She began healing him before either of them could change their minds.
"Mikaa, I wasn't stealing, I swear!" he said, panting with effort, "All of their jewels were probably cursed. I mean, it's theirs. But there was other treasure deeper in. I was going to bring it home so we could have some proper things to give our keinlings..."
"Well, you have nothing but wounds. Here's betting you drank too much alcohol and fell off of something. Are you done?!" she snapped suddenly at Suluksati who, ruffled her feathers unhappily. "Yes... Treasure, you say, kind sir?"
"Yes, treasure." he said, stumbling to his feet, giving her a grateful look, "Lots of it, free for the taking... but... There were monsters... Terrible shadow monsters and flaming skulls and..."
"Lets just get you home..." grumbled his mate, "And sober..."
"Please. One moment..." Sulu bounded to catch up to them, "Where is this crypt?" treasure sounded.... interesting.
"Yonder. Past the mountains there. I swear. there was nothing there before. It must be this Blood Moon. It's a bad omen."
"Thank you" Suluksati called after them, letting his mate drag him off. She turned towards the bluffs he had indicated.
She knew that the blood moon was a powerful and terrifying force that depressed her magic and chilled her soul. She didn't think the drakein was drunk. No. He had simply come upon something terrible. She began walking towards the area with determined steps, head held high. She had an obligation to send those terrors to the dark pits from whence they came.
Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 7:42 pm
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You've traveled deep into the wilderness, fighting some monsters, slinking by others, until at last you have arrived at the location the wounded man had described. The sun is barely above the horizon, painting the sky a blood red. To the East, the moon has risen; full and glowing with that odd amber red color. You can clearly see the entrance, it lays like a black hole on the side of a huge hill, and all around it is a flat grassy plain; no trees grow near it, nor are there any other hills nearby. The entrance is made of stone, and there were once words carved into the archway above your head.Time though has caused them to become cracked and faded and all you can make out is the word at the end: "Fallen." The stone archway holds no door and beyond lays a room that you can only see shadows in. From within comes a sudden breeze; a dusty and earthy scent fills your nose as the breeze passes you.
Go to The Hallway.
Sam had never claimed to be that great of a parent, despite how much he wanted to be. Still, he found that he was pleased with Carrion's development so far. He still hadn't gotten the little one to willingly take that creepy skull off, and he still shied from most adult Drakeins, but he at least seemed to trust Sam enough now. The adult male would even say he kind of clung to him. The young Keinling pounced at his heels constantly, bumping into him all the time and raking his tiny, sharp claws against the back of Sam's paws. Sometimes, it could be just a touch irritating...
But never more so than if there were other Drakeins about. As the two of them walked, they heard the sound of voices. Sam found himself curious, but Carrion instantly went into a tizzy; peeping softly and trying desperately to climb up Sam's leg. Rolling his eyes, the Gaili plucked his companion up carefully in his jaw, wrapping his teeth around Carrion's middle. The Keinling went limp and silent instantly. Sam was never sure if it was because it calmed him, or if he was utterly terrorized by it. But the silence helped him approach the group of Drakeins.
Once in range, he set his little charge back on the ground. Carrion chirped and dove between his legs for protection from the feathery white lady Drakein before them. He'd missed the first part of the conversation, but he had managed to pick up 'treasure' and 'crypt.' It was exactly the kind of thing Sam was interested in! The idea made him extremely curious. "Excuse me!" Sam called out to the feathered Aeduan walking away from the conversation. "You wouldn't be headed off to find that treasure they mentioned, would you?" He questioned. While normally Sam would love a companion on such a quest, he wasn't sure if the lady would be willing to invite him... Especially with a panicking lad hunkering underclaw.
[Outside to entrance- We'll enter the entrance after this interaction.
Good thing we have a light for the hallway lol]
Suluksati looked at the newcomer- a gaili- warily. "Perhaps...?" she said, uncertain if she should talk to him. Even her own kind didn't like her much. But then she saw the little funny Ayrala trying to hide from her, and her heart melted.
Awwwwww. This newomer couldn't be too bad if he had a keinling with him!
"I am indeed!" she said, her tone lighter and friendlier, "I hope to vanquish whatever lies there. The treasure is incidental, if welcome. Why do you ask, fellow drakein?" she gave the little keinling a very friendly sort of look. Despite its creepy skull, it was so cute!
Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 7:46 am
DraconicFeline
Sam grinned as the Aeduan's eyes landed on his young companion. If she could look at him and not be weirded out, she must have a particularly soft heart. That, or she was weird herself. Since his young Ayrala was kind of his in, Sam stepped back and nudged Carrion forward from his cover. "It's alright..." He murmured. The Keiling sill leaned wearily back against Sam's foreclaw, but didn't try to duck for cover.
Sam turned his gaze back to the Alikein. "My name is Sam. This is Carrion." He gave the Keinling a nudge. "I was hoping to take my little friend exploring to help curb his fear, but even I can't pass up an adventure!" He admitted with a chuckle. Someplace scary like this? Well, Carrion probably wouldn't be half as afraid as any normal Drakein, but if they could go along with someone of their kind, maybe he'd start to take to them a bit better. "I hope it's alright if we join you on your travels."
Even if it was a bit late for him to have Carrion out and about...
... Carrion was such an ugly name, but Sulu wasn't going to rail on anybody's naming practices. "Of course!" she said, surprised at how happy she was to be sharing an adventure with someone. Too often she was alone... it was nice to work in concert with another. "I would be happy for the help!" she continued, starting to walk, her tail swishing in a friendly way, "And happy to help you as well!" she said, nodding back to Sam and the little one, "He may ride on my back, by the way, if he tires. You are a very good father for showing him the world so young!" Sulu knew nothing about parenting, but she wished she had seen more of the world when she was little, not just their Serenia home. She would have had a broader perspective that way, and maybe understand the world a bit better.
[The Entrance]
Sulu moved briskly but enough for them to keep up. She didn't want to forget where the male had indicated. It was hard to travel in a group, though.
There were monsters about, and she didn't want to be far from her destination when the sun went down. The sounds of monsters sent her slinking away, but eventually they found it: the entrance. "I don't like this place." she said, eying the entrance, "It reeks of death...". A fell wind issued from the entrance, softly ruffling her feathers. She shivered, then stood stiffly in a very heroic pose (or something she thought was heroic) "But... I said I would banish the evil here, so I shall." she looked sideways at her companions, her expression concerned when her gaze fell upon Carrion. "Do you... still wish to come?" she asked. On the one hand, if they declined, she would have only herself to worry about. No keinlings or other drakein to worry about. But, if she had a partner, it would make things less eerie, almost. And as the blood moon rose again in the sky, she knew she needed a little confidence boost. She could feel the moon bearing down and supressing her very soul. "A-alternatively, we could... camp here for the night. Wait until the clear light of day?"
Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 6:51 pm
DraconicFeline
The Hallway
As you enter the crypt, you notice that it is unnaturally silent. You can't hear the sound of the wind or bugs anymore. If you look behind you, you can still see the plains soaked in red light; but they look farther away than they should, and there's too much darkness between you and the outside. Into the room you go. It is small and narrow, more like a hallway than a room. Statues of armored figures line the walls. If you take a closer look at them, you'll notice the statues that line the right wall have no eyes. While the statues on the left wall have carvings of wings on the wall behind them.
Opposite the entry way is another archway, this one has stairs leading down beyond it. The light in this hallway is dim, and the stairs themselves vanish into the dark. A light may be needed to explore this place.
You may go down the stairs, Go to Downwards. Or you may leave Go to Quit.
Samael blinked in surprise at the Aeduan's compliment. Him? A good father? If anything, he was pretty sure he was a worse parent for taking such a young child out to a dangerous crypt... Of course, he felt confident that he could keep both Carrion and the lady safe, if need be, but still... Sometimes things happened that he wasn't prepared for... "Thank you." He whispered nonetheless, starting to trail after her as they headed off.
The walk was a bit long for Carrion, and more than once, Sam wished to take the Alikein up on her offer of letting the Keinling ride against those feathers. But he was horrified of how his young companion may react to being placed upon someone he didn't know very well. Instead, Sam was forced to carry him himself, and sweep him close with his tail when he dared to allow Carrion to walk on his own. The Keinling chirped and peeped in alarm every time another creature came to close, forcing Sam to scoop him up and flee to prevent his high-pitched calls.
He was more than a bit pleased when the entrance to the Crypt finally came into view. Amongst the flatness of the rest of their surroundings, it was easy to pick out. Carrion chirped and ruffled his wings, but didn't seem particularly afraid... Sam wasn't surprised. Peeping in excitement, he bounded off into the opening before either of the adults could stop him. "We may not like it, but Carrion doesn't seem frightened. Let's follow him before he gets too far!" Sam decided, running off to catch his young, wayward companion.
It was dark and silent inside, but Sam could just make out Carrion on the ground, looking up at one of the statues with his tail waggling playfully. He bounced up on his hind paws, laying his claws against one of the statues legs and chattering up at it like it would respond. Sam chuckled warmly as he looked at the stone beings around him. "They must be Oblivionites and Orderites..." He muttered.
Suluksati nearly had a heart attack when the little one with the skull raced into the darkness beyond. She did not need further prodding to run in after them. In the darkness, she instinctively set her wings shimmering with light, her usual mode of illumination. It was harder to summon her magic during the blood moon, but some light, at least, could be granted and it was enough for her keen eyes to work.
She relaxed somewhat in relief when the keinling proved fine. And... chattery. "This must be a memorial of some sort..." Suluksati mused, inspecting the hollow eyes of the oblivionite statues, "Perhaps a battle?" the two races loved to kill each other, it seemed. She fluffed her now shimmering wings, rustling uncomfortably in the unnatural silence. "I know its strange to say, but it feels as if they are... watching. Or waiting."
Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 10:37 am
DraconicFeline
Downwards
As the stairs go down, the air gets chillier and the scent of dust and earth gets stronger. The walls of the stairwell are covered in carvings depicting battles. Some you can tell are between certain races and others are against dragons. But all involve death and violence. Once you reach the end of the stairwell, the corridor widens and you see a large room filled with statues. Along every wall are alcoves that contain a skeletons. Some of them have rusted armor others have rotted clothing, all have a weapon of some sort lying next to them. Above each alcove is a name carved into the rock. As you wander the long corridors of the Crypt, you see every wall is covered in alcoves and statues. The statues depict all races, and you wonder who they were. If you look close enough, you notice at the bottom of the statue is a name carved into the rock. And if you look hard enough, you can find that same name above a skeleton... Someone took the dead and carved statues of them, but there are so much more skeletons than there are statues. Who did this? And why? The silent walls hold no information on who built this place. Maybe deeper inside you'll find some clues...
As you are wandering, another thing catches your eye. The glimmer of gold. Forged gold is special, it never tarnishes, nor do the precious gems set in them. Every skeleton in here has something that shines, and flickers in the light. But should you steal from the dead?
((Do you want to do the combat part of the Adventure, or just go straight to the Shrine? Sam is strong enough to face them, but each character needs 300 words for the Awakened Dead battle)
Sam continued down the hallway, coming to a set of stairs near the end. As it grew darker, he was thankful for the light of the Aedaun's wings, and he couldn't help but smile gratefully at her for her talents. On the other hand, Carrion didn't mind the darkness of the stairway, he kept ahead of them, barely staying within the glow Sulu put out. he acted more like the light was chasing him rather than helping him. He didn't pause to inspect the images as they descended. They were just silly rock images, after all, but as the little one pranced to the bottom, his red orbs widened in curiosity and excitement. This room was so wide and open! Even bigger than the cave he and Sam called home! It would be so cool to live in a place like this! Carrion wandered about. He wished he could fly up to inspect the crevices, or even read to see what all those letters said, but alas, that couldn't happen... All he could readily pick out was the tantalizing glimmer of gold, so bright and out of place in this black underground.
Sam managed to catch him with a claw before Carrion could escape to observe closer. "Stay close, little one." He warned gently. Who knew of all the things that lived down here...? It was probably much too dangerous for young Carrion. "Someone put a lot of work and dedication into making this place..." Sam commented. His gaze raked over all the statues, occasionally able to pick out a name on the all to match it. It was kind of amazing, if you thought about it.
((Sure! Lets have little carrion raise the dead! Haha! She needs the luk exp and why not. I see no problem with us reaching 300 words.))
Suluksati was thankful for her feathers as she moved on, trying to keep the little one within her light. She didn't want to put out too much light, not here where the darkness hung heavy.
"I wonder..."said Suluksati, preferring Samaels broken silence to the indescribable dread around her, "They all hate each other, these two legs... So why would they share a resting place?" she inspected the carvings, "It feels..." she glanced at Carrion, checking on what the little one was doing, "As though they wanted to... celebrate something?" she turned back towards Samael, shedding some light on the statues, "A grim one. Of death and violence." she shivered, saddened by the carvings of the senseless hunting of dragons and disturbed by the thought. "I'm not sure what sort of person would celebrate that. Or people." She had met Orderite and Oblivionite children, after all. She would hate to think of them growing up to be that... depraved. Or Dovaa for that matter, being dragonkin. "Let us continue on, since we have gone this far..."
As your hand pulls the jewelry off, the skeleton's skull suddenly turns towards you and lights flicker in its eye's. A bony hand grabs your greedy hand to take back it's treasure and a ball of light suddenly flickers to life above the skeleton and launches itself at you. All about you comes rustling sounds and you see the skulls of nearby skeletons turn to face you as several more balls of glowing blue fire float towards you, vague images of skulls burning inside of them.
You must face the 3 Will-o-Wisps! Treat this as a normal Hunt vs 3 Will-o-Wisps: lvl 18, luk 10, they do not drop anything upon dying.
If you lose, you must flee! The Will-o-Wisps chase you out of the Adventure: Go to Quit. If you win, Go to Awakened Dead.
Sam's Stats
Lvl: 41 EXP: 14/41 LUK: 32 LUK EXP: 0/3
41(18/41) = 18 18 / 2 (number of people) x 2 (Blood Moon) = 18 18 x 3 (number of victories) 54 EXP gained
EXP: 14/41 --> 27/42 +1 Lvl!
Total Gained From Adventure
+1 Lvl
(In addition to the 54 experience points, Sulu will also gain +3 LUK; one for each Wisp killed. Sam's LUK is too high for LUK or LUK EXP, so none for him. XP Also, Sulu has to take out the last one. I figured since there was three Wisps and three of us, we could each take one out!)
Samael smiled half-heartedly at Sulu before giving her a reassuring nudge. "Who knows what these two-leggers think, eh?" He asked softly, not willing to admit that he was just as confused as she was, but still helplessly curious. Judging by the decaying skeletons, this place had been around for quite some time... The one who made it was probably long gone by now...
Sam sighed as he stood before one of the statues, but a rustling stood out amongst the silence, and the brown Drakein turned in time to see Carrion reaching his nose up to claim a sparkling necklace with his teeth. "Carrion! Stop!" Sam shrieked, bounding over to the little one as a skeletal arm reached out to clasp the Ayrala's muzzle. Sam didn't make it in time to prevent the contact. As those bony fingers wrapped around him, Carrion wailed, desperately trying to back out of the grasp. Sam leaped over and swatted the arm, snapping it in two as little glowing blue orbs appeared from the remains.
Sam gasped and jerked a paw out to rake Carrion closer to him. For once, the Keinling didn't object, and he hunkered close to the adult's forepaw. Snarling, Sam snapped at one of the Wisps, surprised to find that it dissipated as his teeth wrapped around it. After watching the display from his father, Carrion's tail wriggled, and he pounced from his protection to shoot a gust of air from his teeth that blew a second Wisp out as if it was nothing more than a candle. Sam chuckled softly at the comical sight.
At Sam's call to his little one, Sulu's heart seemed to stop as a thousand dire thoughts whirled through her head. What had the little one gotten into? Was he all right? What dangers lurked in this hell of a She whirled to face the wisps, roaring a battle roar and charging to drive the glowing creatures away from the other two. She flared her shimmering wings and tried to push the last remaining one towards the wall. She slashed at it with a claw, to little avail. It was slippery and ethereal, like a chilling gas. She flapped her wings, casting a light spell at it, and it dissipated in the glow. She turned to check on Samael and Carrion and, though relieved to see them unharmed, she was not so happy to see the movement in the shadows around her. It was wrong, all so wrong. ”Sam! Watch out!” she called, seeing.... something... ominous loom behind him. Hurriedly, she threw up a shield around them, weaker and more shimmery than she would have liked, like the skin of a bubble. Damn that blood moon! She charged towards them, battering and kicking at the grasping hands, fighting her way through the rising dead to their side. She fanned her shining wings out, snarling at the shambling, angry figures. ”Behind!” she said, backing up towards the wall, ”They're everywhere!” She was scared, yes she was, but her heart was racing and her crest was up and she felt... Fierce!
The once quiet crypt is now awash in the rustle of something moving, the clanks of rusted armor, the clacking sound of bone upon stone. You suddenly remember something you heard during the conversation by the man who's tale lead you here: "The dead keep what is theirs." You find yourself facing skeletons who follow you were ever you run in the crypt. What shall you do? Do you try to flee the crypt, or find someplace inside the crypt to fight?
As you go about the crypt, you must face the risen dead! You may roll for them all at once and fight them in a big running battle before you stumble upon the only door in this entire place, or you may rp fighting one at a time. You will face a total of 6 Risen Dead. Any dark, blood, or earth spells do not affect them! In fact, some of them seem to heal and invigorate them.... If they manage to touch you, you feel chilled and fatigued. Light/ lightning, and fire spells appear to do more damage. Two of the skeletons wear the tatters of robes, they will cast magic at you! The spells you will face will be ice, fire, earth, blood, or dark spells (your choice). One Skeleton will be an archer, the other 3 bear swords.
Stats: Risen Dead: Level 25, LUK 15. This section will need 300 words from each participant!
Sam's Stats
Lvl: 42 EXP: 27/42 LUK: 32 LUK EXP: 0/3
41(25/41) = 25 25 / 2 (number of people) x 2 (Blood Moon) = 25 25 x 6 (number of victories) 150 EXP gained
EXP: 27/42 --> 3/46 +4 Lvls!
Total Gained From Adventure
+5 Lvls
(Yep! Let's fight some Awakened Dead now! I left you two monsters; one spellcaster and one sword-bearer.)
Samael swooped down to pick Carrion up in his jaw and dove behind the thin shield Sulu erected for them. The skeletons around them were coming to life... All because a Keinling grabbed some gold...? Sam would hate to know what would happen if an unattended child came in here. Fortunately, the Drakein was willing to take on a few bags of bones. Honestly, what could they really hope to do to him...? Sam tried to grin at the thought, but Carrion's curled form between his teeth hindered him. As the skeletons rose to fight, Sam gingerly set the youngling down, giving him a firm stare and a warning tail twitch. "Stay put." Sam commanded stonily, before he whirled around to smash his tail into one of the skeletons, shattering it to pieces and sending the bones flying about within the chamber.
The Drakein's green orbs flicked about to survey their surroundings... It seemed like... It didn't matter how many he took out, there were more skeletons to take its place. At the current time, there were five before him; two with swords, one with bow and arrow, and two others... One of the two shot a spell tinged with fire at him, and Sam had to scramble back to avoid being nailed with it. That was alarming! Fire could set this whole place ablaze and end all of them! So Sam had to stop it before that happened. With a huff, he crouched to the ground and pounced toward one of the mage skeletons. A wave of rock followed him, crashing into the small crows of the undead. As Sam stepped back, he felt smug. Surely, that one attack had been enough to dismantle a few corpses, but as he watched, he couldn't help but notice that they seemed little more than pushed backward by it... The bones hadn't shattered or scattered or anything of the sort.
Sam could only blink in confusion. He tried again, summoning a spear of earth to jet from the earth and impale one of the skeletons. But it was a simple task for the bones to simply be reorganized around the stake, and they kept right on coming at him. "My magic... It doesn't work..." Sam grumbled in dejection, taking a hesitant step back.
Alarmed by the sadness in his father's voice, Carrion chirped up a storm and dove forward, leaving the protection of light behind. He bounced up on his back legs and snapped a sword skeleton's arm into his teeth. The thing shook him about, but Carrion held on until the skeleton's forearm broke off, leaving it weaponless. Chattering through his mouthful, Carrion began to drag the limb (and the sword it still carried) away. Sam jumped at the would-be two-legger then, his heavy claws landing squarely on those ribs, and shoving down. The bones crunched beneath his weight.
One of those mages definitely had to go, though. In such close quarters, the spells they cast could be dangerous, and Sam didn't want Carrion getting hit. He had a personal vendetta against putting dead things in his mouth, but in this case... Growling, Sam launched toward one of the mages, wrapping his teeth around that rounded skull and crunching down without a second thought. He gave it a hearty shake to make sure it was dead.
He probably would've continued rattling this bone-bag, but a screech caught his attention. Sam glanced around, but the Crypt was still shrouded in darkness... "Carrion?!" Sam called, realizing he couldn't see the little youngling. Suddenly fearful, he headed toward the cries, finding his way through the Crypt at the same time. How far had Carrion manged to wander...? Sam rounded a corner, spotting the archer with his arrow pointed into a dark corner. But as something shifted, Sam realized his baby was down there, whimpering in fear. WIth a roar, Samael tore toward it, his claws echoing loudly as they smashed into the ground. He slammed his body against the skeleton, not stopping his pace until he felt those bones grinding into dust against the Crypt's wall.
He turned back to the still-whimpering Carrion. The Keinling was huddled down in a corner, mewling pathetically at a few scrapes on his wing. Sam shushed him soothingly, nudging the infant to his feet and nuzzling Carrion's neck softly. But they weren't out of danger, yet.
Suluksati shoved a few of the skeletons with a shoulder slam, keeping them back and keeping the archer busy trying to stick her with arrows. She felt one of the ancient and deadly bolts slide through her feathers to clank on the hard stone below. She could see her shield buckling and shimmering under spells that it, in its weakened state could barely handle. She heard Sam state that his magic was not working, and she felt dread and worry. She didn't think about escaping, or that perhaps the skeletons were trying to force them out. The dead should not rise, and some dark force was allowing them to do so. She could not allow that to go un-attended to. She would not run. But her fellows... she had to defend them. "Stand back! Protect the little one!" she cried, to the crunch of bone and clang of swords, and- to her bone-chilling horror- the pained shriek of a small drakein, "And cover your eyes!"
She roared, sending a beam of light flashing forwards from her maw, striking a nearby skeleton and shattering into a clump of rainbows, undoing the darkness that let it rise. It crumbled into a heap of old, moldy bones. The mage left standing would not let her do that again. It cast a spell and her mouth was wrapped in threads of darkness, clamping her jaws shut. No more light beams from Suluksati. But she was not to be stopped. Not when she had people she needed to protect. She twisted, dodging a swordwielding skeleton and parrying with a buffeting wing before, with a muffled snarl, she used what magic power she had in this cursed time and flashed with a sudden blinding white light that didn't really quite fade away- she was cloaked in a nimbus of magical light. It was mostly for show, honestly. Something that made her look as heroic as her own self image. But it was the confidence she needed to keep plodding on, her own dumbo's feather if you will, and the light that sheathed her talons was not for show. Her roar muffled by the spell, she turned on the sword wielder, her light-touched claws searing through the dark magic and bone like butter. She battered other skeletons into dust before charging to the mage and bearing it down, crushing it into calcified dust. Enemies gone, she clawed off her shadowy muzzle even as her light faded, save the slight shimmer in her wings. It was duller than before- she was tired. It was such an effort to cast spells during the blood moon... she hated it so. "I think... Thats the last of them?" she gasped, looking around to find her companions. She limped over- an injury she hadn't yet registered hindering her movements. "Are you two all right...?" she smelled blood, but wasn't sure how much she could do now- her light aura- and some draining spells that had been cast on her that she hadn't caught- had brought her magic power low. But the little one seemed okay. "... you'll be okay, sweetling..." she murmured to the little one, before looking around. The crypt went deeper in. "Well... It goes deeper." who knew what horrors lay within.
[546 words XD To the treasure room?]
Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 4:08 pm
DraconicFeline
The Shrine
As you go deeper into the crypt, after fighting your way down or not, you come to a large door. It's the only door in the entire place. On either side of the door are statues of small Dragons.. or maybe Drakeins. They are the only Statues of their kind in here that you have seen. What is beyond the door? As you open it, you notice that the door is completely silent. No creaks or squeals at all... Which is odd, the rest of the crypt looked and smelled old as did this door, and old doors creak...
Peaking beyond the doorway you spy exactly what the man had. Huge shadows that flap about silently, completely black except for the odd sharp bird legs. Mixed in are floating balls of green and blue fire with vague skull shapes at the center. And yes, there is the chest! In fact there are 3 chests. One at the foot of each large statue. As you look at them, the majority of the status are covered in shadow, but you get a feeling that they look familiar.
Looking at them closely, you suddenly recognize all 3 of the Gods! This must be a shrine to them...
No matter what you do in this room, the Draugur and the Will-o-Wisps merely pass you by, just floating silently about the room. Should you try to touch them, your hands become chilled and numb for a bit as your hand passes through the creatures. It is oddly silent in here, and a feeling of deep sadness presses down upon you, but these chests are calling! Should you go to a chest that does not belong to your god, the chest will not open, but the one at the foot of your god does... Drakeins of all clans except Diabi and Aeduan find the chest at the foot of Abronaxus' statue opens. The Diabi clan find the chest at Soudana's statue opens and the Aeduan Drakein find the chest at the base of Seren's statue opens.
Chest contains(no matter which one opens): x2 Firani Dragon Tears and either a Shield of the Ancients, Arrow of Courage, or Bottle of Dreams. You chose which you want! Post in the finished adventure thread and make sure to specify which one you want!
You may now RP leaving, all the dead and will-o-wisps are quiet and nothing moves as you leave. But you get eh sense that eyes are watching you and it would be a very bad thing to disturb the dead right now....If you do try and take their loot, the dead wake up, take back their loot and chase you out.
Sam's Stats
Lvl: 46 EXP: 3/46 LUK: 32 LUK EXP: 0/3
Sam's Total Gained From Adventure
+5 Lvls +2 Firani Dragon Tear +1 Arrow of Courage
Carrion's Total Gained From Adventure
+2 Firani Dragon Tear +1 Bottle of Dreams
(To the Treasure Roooom!)
The adrenaline rushing through his system made Sam pant softly. He inspected Carrion closely, but found little more than a few scrapes and bumps. The Keinling was terrified, but not injured; a good sign. "I think we're alright." Sam told her with a small nod. Certainly not injured in a way they wouldn't survive from. But as the Gaili looked his worried companion over he frowned. "But you're limping." He murmured, lowering his nose to sniff at her injury. He wasn't fond of the idea that she'd been hurt on his watch. Luckily, all seemed quiet now... Corralling Carrion close to him, Sam decided they'd already come this far. The least they could do was see it through! With a grimace, he headed deeper in.
He gazed curiously at the door as it drew nearer. As far as he could tell, this was the only one of its kind, guarded by statues of Drakein. Despite being in a Crypt, Sam somehow felt a bit of relief at seeing his own kind here. Maybe Drakein spirits were watching over this place as well. Surely they wouldn't be as volatile as the two-leggers were. The door opened without a sound. Carrion squeezed through the small opening Sam created. It was the sound of his whimpers that had Sam following suit. The Keinling had spotted the dark shadows and Will-O-Wisps floating overhead. Sam snarled at them and tucked his young charge closer to himself, but they paid him no mind.
Still suspicious, Sam growled and sauntered forward to snap at them, but no mayyer how close he drew, they didn't notice or attack him. Still, the Gaili refused to leave young Carrion unattended in this place, and he kept the Keinling close as he approached the center of the room, where three tall statues stood. Sam didn't recognize any of them at first, but as he sauntered nearer, he realized these were the two-legger gods. The ones that had started this war ravaging the land. And at each of their feet... "The treasure!" Sam said gleefully. The Drakein could only shake his head sadly as he approached the chests. Despite his best efforts to open the chest beneath the Oblivionite god, nothing happened, so he moved to the Dovaa statue, finding that it was a much easier target.
Carrion peeped as he hopped up on his back claws to look into the chest Sam opened. Chuckling, Sam scooped out the contents and laid them across the ground. Carrion instantly found a glass bottle to roll across the ground playfully, while Samael took up the rest of it. He'd keep a bit to give to Carrion when he was older...
"... I'll be fine." she said, trying to be reassuring, gently moving away. It was probably a very bad wound- she wasn't feeling it yet because of the adrenaline, but her wounds always looked less than they were through the feathers. "Truly I will..." She might, when her magic regenerated and she could heal herself. Suluksati stood up a little straighter at the statues of Drakeins, wincing as her wounds stretched. She tensed as the door opened, bringing up her light as bright as she could. She stalked in, wary, her crest rising. She still had fight in her yet, and if this tomb threw any more horrible monstrousities at her... But instead it felt... sad, a sadness that resonated with her own sadness deep within. She went around the room, investigating the dark corners. She was wary of the strange and unnatural creatures, but they did not bother her or the little one, and eventually her draconic heritage drew her attention to the treasure chests and the statues they stood under. "A Shrine... here? Of all places?" she murmured, looking up at the statue of abronaxis, the god who ruled over dragons and dovaa alike. She felt saddened. Why was he portrayed as a dovaa. Had he abandoned the dragons to their fate? The Drakein? The clink of glass forced a smile onto her face. Oh, how cute! The little one was playing with his toy. There did not appear to be any more in the chest, and sulu wasn't there for the treasure, but it did not hurt to test the other chests. The one under the darkened statue of the eyeless and cruel god- the oblivionite's creator- did not even budge for her. It waited patiently... but not for her touch. The light winged statue, however, seemed to call her gaze from anywhere in the room, and, curious, she tried the chest, expecting little to happen. To her surprise, it opened, revealing a small bottle of shifting colors- a bottle of dreams, if she recognized it, and two shimmering orange gems that were... Were they... "Oh! Dragon's tears!" she exclaimed, scooping them into her pack. She loved these gems- they represented what she was trying to save, the beauty of dragons. She'd only ever seen them at merchants stalls before and now... now she had them for herself. She looked around her again, at the sad feeling room. "I think... perhaps..." she felt the pull of the daytime calling her out of this dark, terribly sad place. "We should leave..." No, that was wrong. "Unless there was a deeper passage? Did you see a deeper passage?" surely there was something darker than the skeletons under their feet, and if so... she was still on the case...
