The Ritual of Power

[Kawaii Kyuubi Kitsune]

The trees swayed gently in the unnatural breeze, and the shadows below them danced like puppets in the light of the blue moon. The ritual had begun, and a figure rushed through the forest. The black cloth that was bound tightly to his body with black cord gave little camouflage in these conditions, especially with his amber elven eyes glowing and his long glistening silver hair stretching out behind him The rips in the fabric showed how crudely made it was, and it was clear that the black cord was all that was holding it all together. Tucked under his arm was a a white scroll...

I have waited a long time for this. Some mere human found the source of all magic that my people have been searching for eons for, splitting into the eight different magic schools the average mage practices as was predicted. With it we'll be able to end the corruption of this world and force all demons, whether real or metaphorical back to the depths of whatever foul plane of existence they came from.

An unnatural glow slowly became visible out in the trees in front of the elven thief. He ran towards it, heartened by its presence gave him the will to run faster, as did the knowledge time was running out. If he failed it could be another fifty years before the scroll could be any use again. Still the distant sound of a blacksmiths hammer of metal was a little unnerving, especially when it was coming from the same direction as the light. They couldn't be coming from the same source, could they?

G'eit will need this scroll to finish the ritual safely, then it'll be clear whether his theories were right about the source. I can't let him down... This requires to be done under the light of the second blue moon in a year, and years that have two nights with blue moons are a long time apart. We must create the eight solders of magic, ones with the source of magic in their very bones, unleashing the magic through their veins. Magic with few limits...

The forest gave way to a clearing, in which eight balls of swirling darkness resided, situated in a circle, and the air sparked with raw, unstable magic. The thief stumbled to a stop, speechless. G'eit was not preforming the ritual alone. He didn't look towards G'eit, but instead the slightly shorter and much fatter figure in the clearing. The figure was clearly a dwarf, even without the glowing of an improvised magical forge and the sound of the dwarf working metal. Covered in metal plates and facing away from the thief it was impossible to tell much about this dwarf in particular.

There should be no need for any metal to be worked on in this ritual, let alone a lowly dwarf. It was bad enough I had to come to this kingdom overrun by them, but now to work with one?

“I see you are a little late,” A hand patted the elf on the shoulder, a tug pulled the scroll out of his grasp. The voice was that of the human named G'eit. There was no need to turn around, it was easy enough to remember what he looked like. Skinny and frail looking, G'eit certainly didn't look like much a a threat in a fight unless he used magic. His hair was midnight black, same as his eyes when his glasses weren't giving too much glare for anyone to see that, though his skin was slightly tanned. Always wearing a humble brown robe. “Almost too late”

“Alas, the scroll of the secrets of the memory was harder to obtain from my brethren than I thought.” The elf spoke, keeping his eyes on the dwarf. A slight pain in the should where G'eit touched him seemed odd, but it was probably the stress of running so far. “As you should know the gray elf sub-culture is a bit against dealing with others, even the more flexible elven communities would have been against it if they knew a dwarf was involved. That is that thing doing here anyway?”

“If yea must know I've been burning off the birth marks of the buggers we've got in the cocoons here,” The dwarf spoke in a very gruff voice, as rough as nails was only an accurate metaphor for the voices of a few dwarves and this was one of them. “Now I be finished with removing all identifying marks from everything they had with 'em.”

“B-b-but the scroll was meant to prevent memory damage from the ritual, why hide who they are?” A jolt of pain knocked the elf to his knees at the end of his sentence. “What is this pain I feel?”

“It is the pain of being betrayed for the greater good. You see I couldn't risk losing someone loyal to this ritual, so I need to make sure all these victims' personal memories vanish forever. There is only a small chance they” G'eit laughed, “The poison I injected into your shoulder will be slow and painful, as I don't want your body to be too badly damaged. You see, we've got a necromancer in one of the cocoons and the consciousness is splinting, thus we need a specially prepared dead body or else lose a tiny bit of my hard work...”

“They'll figure out you did this to them.” The elf interrupted, “They'll hunt you down and stop whatever foul scheme you have. You'll fall to the same power you created.”

“You're forgetting why I am doing this, I will end the corruption in the lands any way I can. I'll implant my image in their minds, they'll seek me out in the town which is only a few minutes away. I can offer them what they want, and they'll do what I ask of them. No memories beyond the occasional harmless piece about things like how dragons breath fire, and other basic knowledges, might actually give them a fresh perspective too. How should I put this... Alas, their personalities will likely remain as they were, shaped by memories they no longer have and filed with desires I can arrange to be fulfilled.”

“Yea need to have the next part of preparation now,” The dwarf walked towards the elf, in an out stretched hand a ball of glowing green liquid floated. “This acid shall have yea flesh off in mere minutes...”

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The morning dew glistened on the tree leaves as the sun appeared on the horizon. The clouds were hues of pink and orange over towards the horizon, almost blocking out the sun, though no cloud was anywhere else in the sky... Still it was unearthly silent, all the forest creatures had been stunned into silence by the unholy ritual that had occurred only hours before.

In the clearing where it had happened lay eight, no, nine creatures. Even the ones that would appear human were now nothing the world had encountered before. Eight of them were augmented with magic that was never meant to be touched, let alone found. Were they willing subjects or victims? Even they wouldn't know for sure. Only real memory left in their minds was that of the man who gave them the powers they now posses.

... the ninth is nothing but bones, a undead skeleton with no mind of its own. It was just bound to one of the other eight and created be the ambient magical energy from the dark ritual that recently happened. Being shorter than the average human and its thinner bones was the only clear sign left of its elven origins, but the signs were not clear enough for anyone who didn't know to be certain. No clothing on it but a crude rusted chain mail vest, not even the correct size for the skeleton meaning it did not wear it in life. A simple short sword and shield in it's hand, it sits waiting for its master to wake up... waiting is certainly the wrong word, as it can not think at all.

The clearing itself showed signs of what happened. The grass has all withered and died, leaving a black sludge across the ground, some of it appearing almost alive, crawling up the sides of seven of the creatures, not touching the skeleton and passing right through one of the others, as if trying to engulf them to digest... The way it was bulging in places perhaps it was alive after all. Perhaps it was a living ooze instead of just ordinary slime, preparing to eat its high magic meal...


OOC: Sorry to start on a life or death situation, but my post go a little out of control. Still bonding in a life or death situation will be much quicker than letting the characters take the slow path of getting to know each other normally. Also it might give them reasons to figure out they have magic that is instinctual to them now, plus make it easier to access. Just play out how your character behaves, thinking of realistic reactions to every detail of the situation.

I have appointed GoldenHouou as assistant game-master to help me keep up with plot development. Neither of us will have any permanent characters, meaning everyone has permission to kill any NPC that shows up. It just isn't always advisable to do so.

 

[Tiana_M]

The sun was what woke me I felt it’s first ray on my eyes so, blearily I opened one of them and when I saw that the sun was coming up, I lifted my head off my claws to take a casual glance around and I found myself in the middle of a forest clearing surrounded by seven creatures, Four of them fit the description of a human as I knew it and I felt apprehension but I was not sure why I was afraid of such soft-looking creatures. The other three were varied and odd. One I could not identify but, it was a very small humanoid, another was a tiger of some sort, and the third was a fox that had wings far too small to be of any real use as far as flying goes.

Then I tried to rise, feeling like there was something I ought to do. But I found that I could not move. I looked down at my cold feet, body, and hand-claws and I realized that they were not cold and stiff because of the morning air, but instead because there was a terribly alive and bubbling black ooze encasing them. As I watched the ooze continued to grow and expand. As it did so did the cold feeling that covered my lower body continued to expand. I let out a cry of fright that was as loud and resounding as an eagle’s.

I cut it of quickly when I noticed that the noise seemed to excite the ooze that was surrounding not only me, I realized, but almost every other creature too.

OOC:Sorry if this is a bit short, but I could not add much else without bunnying or going overly and annoyingly descriptive.

 

[Knightblazer]

The slience woke me up.

Groaning, I opened my eyes. Sunlight streamed into my eyes, making me wince. Sitting up, I looked around me. Withered grass surrounded me, with some wierd black smudge thingy smeared over like butter over a hot waffle. But then I gasped, my eyes widening in suprise. The black smudge was actually alive! It was crawlin' all over the others, buldging here and there. Then I whipped my head around as I head an inhuman cry of an eagle.

Well, it was an eagle, but that only concerned its head and golden talons. Its body was like a lion's, but the tail ended in a fan of feathers; with crimson feathers surrounded by golden ones. Her head and crest feathers were a beautiful golden color with crimson colored ones that circled her eyes and ran down either sides of her neck and as they went down the head from the eyes the crimson pattern fanned out to surround her neck, only leaving a small streak of golden feathers at her throat, and blended into her crimson fur.

"Just what in the world is it?" I muttered, but then it gave out another eagle cry for help. I got up, and rushed to its rescue, never noticing that my legs were passing right through the black smudge, and also the fact that I was there in a milisecond...

I needed to get that black smudge off. Fast. I swiped my, err... paw. The first thing I noticed was that it looked translucent. The second thing was that my han- A-HEM, I mean, paw, went right through. Ooze and all.

"What the-" I started, but was cut short when the eagle-lion creature gave another piercing cry. "Alright! Alright! I'll help you!" I exclaimed, covering my sentive tiger ears with my paws. I reached out again, but the result was still the same. I then bent down and tried to grab a pebble, but my long, green transcluent claws just passed through. I looked at my paws in amazement.

"Just what the hell am I? I can't touch anything!" I exclaimed in disbelief. But then I noticed a skeleton from the corner of my eye. I rushed towards it, and begged it for help, but he didn't respond. I screamed, yelled, tried pounding his skull, but no response came. I couldn't believe it. I turned back towards the creature, still shrieking as the black ooze contiuned to devour it. But then a new force overwhelmed me.

It was a strong emotion, a feeling, a defience to never perish, overcome death and contiune existing. I glared at the ooze with hatred. I wanted it gone! I calmly walked up to the ooze, totally ingoring the creature's cry. Raising my right paw, I yelled out a single word,

"Brisingr!"

Instantly, my paw and claws glowed the whitest white; a split second later, tongues of flames erupted from it, engulfing my paw in a ball of flame. I gave a huge roar, and brought the paw down.

SHING!

What?! I hardly made a dent on that overgrown Jell-O! I thought in suprise, the black blob soon covered the glaring hole in its middle, and turned towards me, trying to make a meal of me, but it didn't work; it just went right through. I frowned and glared at the black slime. Nothing worked against it. That spell or whatever I used just now had already exhausted me much. Now I gave a low growl and circled it like a wolf would do as it tightened its grip on the creature.

Damn! Now what do I do...?
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OOC: Credit roll! Fentagon's name is from the Wild Arms series, while the word 'Brisingr' is from Eragon. Thank you very much.

Knightblazer ;262;

 

[Tiana_M]

As I was trying to keep from being over-powered by the ooze that wanted to devour me, I saw that the tiger-creature who for some reason was uneffected by the ooze, I did not at the moment care how the creature was avoiding the ooze as long as he would help me get it off. I gave a pitiful cry and the creature was right next to me. I realized then what was strange about the creature, it was partially translucent but that did not matter at the moment if he could get the ooze away.

He swung a paw at the ooze on my body, but it ahd no affect on neither the ooze nor on myself, for I felt nothing more than a bit more warmth where his paw had gone through my body. Now a bit afraid of both the creature at my side and not wanting to be swallowed alive by the ooze that was only moving all the faster for the commotion, I let out another cry, this time I cried out in desperation. I no longer cared that my struggles and my noise only seemed to make it worse, I only wanted it off of my body.

I tried to make fire as I knew I ought to be able to do, but either I was so panicked that it did not work or I had never yet been taught to make the fire that inhabits every being of my race. The main thing was I was unable to do so. The Tiger creature had been muttering to himself and had even dashed off to ask the help of an irresponsive skeleton warrior and the entire time I was making a racket. But then, the tiger-thing did what I had been trying to do not minutes before, he conjured the fire that was my birth right.

Unfortunately his fire was not very strong as it would have been had it been one of the elders of my race. And so it did not do much good against the ooze, but one thing to be said about all the ruckus I was causing was that it was forcing the ooze to concentrate, if it oculd do such a thing, on me and the tiger therefore halting the envelopement of the other creatures that surrounded us. I wished they would do something to help, and wondered at the same time if any of them could.

The ooze was now covering most of my body and was trying for my head and wings which I had at first held up off my body to try and keep them from getting oozed. For the ooze would make them heavier and harder to flap which would make it nearly impossible for me to fly. Now though I was wildly thrashing both my wings and my head, trying to keep the stuff away from my mouth and wings.

Then in my mind one word, a single word shouted itself in my mind,and althougth I knew not what it meant nor how it could help me, I put all my will for the ooze to leave me be and shouted it, "Rinvii!" I felt something warm blossom in my stomach and from there it radiated outward unitl it filled me and I could feel the ooze slough back down my body until it was barely holding my hind feet. Then, quickly, before it could even try to regain it's hold on me I leaped into the air. parts of it were still sticking to me, but with a few shakes of my legs and fore-arms I was free of the awful stuff.

But I was low on energy, which despite my recent struggle I ought not have felt so drained as all this.

 

[Dactylus]

OOC: I’d just like to note, in case anyone was misled by the sign ups, that my character, although his reflexes and fitness are top notch, remembers pretty much nothing about his fighting moves. So yeah. He’s not some instrument of melee death no more. B-back to the story now…that way. No, no, THAT way! Stupid readers…

The young man tossed and turned on the hard dirt ground, groaning miserably as he waded through a troubled sleep. A dream had engulfed his mind, but it was merely there, nothing transpired. He stood in the middle of a dark velvety gloom, with nothing substantial or tangible but himself, not even a floor. After the shock of his mind having been so jarred, the memories that survived could not muster the strength to provide a true dream, and so he was trapped in that easel of bondage, where the painting that was his agonizing entrapment lay (similarly, the easel should be destroyed simply for being used in such a terrible metaphor).

A word shattered that false reality, “Brisingr!” Eyes snapping open, Fang shot upright and surveyed the area with swift, hasty eyes, narrowed in suspicion. His location was unknown, that much even his primitive mind could decipher; but also, the cloaked man realized with a mounting frown, so was the bulk of his memory.

With a sigh, he moved to scratch his head – but found that something encumbered the action. A quick glance down unveiled the mystery, as a disgusting ooze was slowly surrounding his lower torso. “Ah!” he exclaimed in outrage, “slimey-eating-goo! Feel my wrath!” But his wrath was not enough, he found, as, without his legs, he had nothing to stand upon, much less free himself of the predator. A guttural grunt escaped his lips as he writhed vainly in the stuff, a hint of panic rising in his low-brow thoughts.

“If only…urgh…more muscle!” he grunted gutturally, heaving against the monster. A tingle blossomed in his nerves, trickling brilliant streams of power through every muscle. Confused at the event, but understanding its effect, Fang brought his arms up with a tremendous growl, ripping them from the goo. With the magical strength imbued within, he languidly maneuvered both legs so that both feet were planted squarely on the ground and pushed, veins pulsing throughout his neck and temples.

Now able to move, though slowly and barely, Fang made his way to the edge of the slime, smacking away tendrils of ooze that rose to attack. Fortunately for the amnesia-stricken warrior, he had been near the edge of the slime to begin with, and was soon enough free of its grip. Once a few feet away, he turned to regard the foe.

Instead, what caught his attention was something over the enemy, a hovering…”eagle-flying-giant thing! Argh! The bane of my existence!”

One forearm came up dramatically as he glared at the griffon, the fist clenching aggressively while an arrogant smirk danced across his face, “Eagle-flying-giant thing, you will not escape me! I’ll destroy you once and for all!” Fang reached for the quarterstaff strapped under his cloak and snapped it out, holding it like an epee and pointing at the flying beast. At that point, he more keenly noticed the ooze once more, remembering his rage against it.

“Argh! Icky-black-slime thing! The bane of my existence!” His attention rested squarely on it now, “you will not eat any more people whilst I walk this earth! No, I will destroy you, my greatest nemesis!” With a roar, and nary a though to any consequences, Fang sprinted forth and slammed his pole into the gelatinous creature, faltering as a sickening squelch emerged as the only recognition that his attack had even landed. Otherwise, the monster had merely shrunk a little, then lurched forth to begin climbing the weapon.

Grimacing, he quickly tore his staff from its clutches and retreated, smacking the pole against a tree to rid it of the parasitic ooze. “I see,” Fang mused, “you are too weak to fight like a man!” he cried, masking his own inability to contend with it by convincing himself of the opposite. “Well you weren’t a good match anyway. I deem YOU, wingy-eagle-thing, my new nemesis! Die!” Fang didn’t know what he was planning, surely it was too high for him to jump or even pole-vault onto, but the adrenaline and testosterone pumping through every vein swatted away the option of not fighting now. So, with gnashed teeth, he pumped his legs at the edge of the slime and bounded into the air, expecting to fall right back into the mold.

Instead, a strange, mysterious energy gripped his taut muscles, and the jump carried him to the griffon’s level. Overcoming the sense of bewilderment, the baffled man brought down the staff in a furious blow, aiming for the monsters spine. A note of exhaustion was creeping through him, but the warrior ignored it.

 

[Tiana_M]

OOC:Wow, your character is volatile there Dact.

I circled once and saw one of the four human creatures, work his way out of the ooze and after trying to attack it, rather unsuccessfully with a stick, he saw me and apparently not sure if I was friend or foe and wanting action now and questions later, jumped amazingly high and came at me with that stick of his. When he brought it down on my back, I gave another cry, this one of pain and now I was confused, in pain, and angry.

For a second, I was forced down towards the ooze but despite the new pain in my back I knew that the pain was better than being stuck in the ooze again, so I quickened my wing beats and gained more hight before I actually touched the stuff, and now knowing that this human creature was not as harmless as it seemed, I was ready to show him who .

Somehow I knew that my best advantage was to gain hight over him, I made a tight spiral upwards. Once I reaced a hight that I thought would give me enough of an advantage over the human creature, I looked below me to find my target. I saw him beginning to descend again towards the ooze. At this point I had mixed feelings, I badly wanted to make this human pay but at the same time I did not wish for any creature to die by that awful ooze. I made up my mind very quickly.

Then I dove. I aimed right at the creature that had attacked me. When he was just above the ooze I caught up to him and grabbed him around the shoulders trapping his upper arms in my claws. I grabbed the stick from him with my beak and tossed it over my head where I caught it with my tail. Then even as he was struggling against me I worked my way back into the air again.

Then speaking in what I rememberd being the universal language I told him, "Listen up and listen well you human creature! I don't know what happened here to get us into this situation, but I am not the enemy here! Look below us, there are six others of us stuck in this mess I don't know if the other humans will react to me as you did but if they do, I will leave you here with the tiger-creature to figure out what to do by your selves. Do you understand?!"

 

[Knightblazer]

OOC: Too violent. Time for some idocity. XDD
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The ooze was now covering most of the lion-eagle creature's body and was trying for its head and wings, it would make them heavier and harder to flap which would make it nearly impossible for the creature to fly. But now it was wildly thrashing both it wings and head, trying to keep the stuff away from its mouth and wings. The suddenly it raised a head and yelled out a single word,

"Rinvii!"

The ooze suddenly stopped moving, and sloughed back down the creature's body until it was barely holding its hind feet. Before it could even try to regain it's hold on the creature it leaped into the air. Parts of the ooze were still sticking onto the creature's feathers, but with a few shakes of its legs and fore-arms and the black overgrown jell-o was sent flyin'.

Wow, its strong... I thought to myself, but then a new voice cut through my thoughts.

"Eagle-flying-giant thing! Argh! The bane of my existence!”

I snapped my head to the source of the voice, belonging to a man around 20 years of age, give or take a year or son. He had unkempt jet-black hair that fell to his shoulders, and donned a rough gray coat that adorned his lean, well-muscled body, and breeches designed to a similar purpose, dark green in their hue, rippled to his ankles, where they are stuffed neatly into sturdy brown boots which openings are layered with genuine wolf fur. Leather bracers grasped his lower forearms and wrists tightly, and a cloak was seen as well, the same tone as his coat, the cowl pulled up enough for me to see his gleaming eyes that thirsted for adearline.

One forearm came up dramatically as he glared at the griffon, the fist clenching aggressively while an arrogant smirk danced across his face, “Eagle-flying-giant thing, you will not escape me! I’ll destroy you once and for all!” He then reached under his cloak, bringing out a quarterstaff and holding it like an epee and pointing at the flying beast. But then he turned towards the black ooze.

“Argh! Icky-black-slime thing! The bane of my existence!” he yelled suddenly, “you will not eat any more people whilst I walk this earth! No, I will destroy you, my greatest nemesis!” With a roar, and nary a though to any consequences, the man sprinted forth and slammed his pole into the gelatinous creature, faltering as a sickening squelch emerged as the only recognition that his attack had even landed. Otherwise, the monster had merely shrunk a little, then lurched forth to begin climbing the weapon.

Grimacing, he quickly tore his staff from its clutches and retreated, smacking the pole against a tree to rid it of the parasitic ooze. “I see,” he muttered, “you are too weak to fight like a man!” he cried, masking his own inability to contend with it by convincing himself of the opposite. “Well you weren’t a good match anyway. I deem YOU, wingy-eagle-thing, my new nemesis! Die!”

I stared. He didn’t know what he was planning, surely it was too high for him to jump or even pole-vault onto, but with gnashed teeth, he pumped his legs at the edge of the slime and bounded into the air, expecting to fall right back into the mold. Instead the opposite happened.

The jump actually carried him to the eagle-lion creature's level! The man then brought down the staff in a furious blow, aiming for the creature's spine.

The creature fell several feet, but then quickened its wing beats and gained more hight before actually touching the stuff, then made a tight spiral upwards.

Once it reaced a hight that I thought would give the creature enough of an advantage over the human creature, it looked down. My eyes widened in suprise as the man started decending at a very fast pace. I was about to rush and grab him, but then I rembered that everything passed through me. I cursed under my breath, still gasping in suprise as the black ooze kept passing through me, as if I didn't even exist in the first place...

Just what the hell am I? A tiger? Or something else? Many questions exploded in my head like fireworks, but I couls answer none of them. But then the creature spoke for the first time, cutting through my thoughts.

"Listen up and listen well you human creature! I don't know what happened here to get us into this situation, but I am not the enemy here! Look below us, there are six others of us stuck in this mess I don't know if the other humans will react to me as you did but if they do, I will leave you here with the tiger-creature to figure out what to do by your selves. Do you understand?!"

"You mean you can see me?" I demanded towards the creature. Just then I noticed that the black slime was seriously gettin' outta hand. I whipped around and headed towards one of the humans, who was almost devoured by the overgrown jell-o. I raised my right paw again, but this time I spat out another word.

"Zackare!"

Once again, my claws glowed the whitest white, but instead of flames, sparks of electricity burst out from the now pale purple claws, and rolled through my claws. So was my paw.

"Die, you overgrown jell-o!" I yelled, bringing the paw down. But all I managed was to scrape a bit off, and shocking the human awake in question.
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OOC: Yeah, one of you gotta wake up by my spell, sorry... ^^;

Knightblazer ;262;

 

[Lily]

Pavelle had a pleasant dream. She was in a meadow filled with glowing lilies and pulsating bulbs of violet and gold, their sweet fragrance wafting slowly towards her until she was surrounded by the heavenly aroma. Oh, sure, she sensed something was not right in this scenery. There was something very wrong about the way everything seemed so perfect, so utterly perfect. But that didn't matter. Pavelle had never felt as lovely as she did now. Nothing could possibly disturb the warm atmosphere.

It wasn't until a short while later she realized her breathing was becoming labored. It's just a dream, she thought, baffled. The flowers gave forth a virulent strain in the air, her throat tightening with each second. A dream, she thought frantically, feeling light-headed from the lack of oxygen. The air was too heavy, too sweet, affecting any healthful existence in sight. Namely, her.

She couldn't breathe now, her source of oxygen shut off completely, eyes seeing none of the paradise but of an unknown abyss. Am I dying? she wondered vaguely. How did one die in dreams? This was stupid! Ridiculous! Impossible! Idiotic!

All sorts of demoralizing words ran through her mind until she was awakened with a rude shout.

Her head pounded as multiple voices yelled out nonsensical words or phrases, each rise in noise and each tremor on the ground making her head spin. Pavelle opened her eyes with a start, the voices becoming increasingly louder and, more than ever, annoying. She inwardly groaned with misery, sustaining the augmenting volumes, until she just..snapped.

"SHUT UP, all of you!" she screamed, her originally high pitched voice rising two octaves, which made a rather...painful mix. "I'm trying to sleep!"



ooc: o.o;;;

 

[Lonely Wanderer]

What is becoming of me?

In her sleepy uncousiciousness, the elf felt as if sudden floods of certain voices flowing through her head and her entire body, though they were merely no more than whispers. She had no recollections of whose those voices belonged to, and the fact that they were of different emotions just made the mixture even more confusing. The baffled elf heard cries of pain, exclamations of joy, and even a few faded voices spoke in a language she could not distinguish between the words that they said. The commotions of the noise could not leave her mind, for it stuck to her mental awareness, and it did not dare to let go anything soon.

But after what seemed to be a century of torture, a sudden voice, very high-pitched in volume sounding like an explosion that toppled over the other voices, boomed over the other sounds, and the elf could hear the words, "SHUT UP, all of you!"

The voice provided to be her strength in her physical cousicious as her eyes fluttered open, and she instinctly felt the darkness around her run away as bursts of light replaced them, red, green, blue, yellow, white, and all sorts of shades of colors made way in her sight, making her eyes squint in pain from the world she was now entering through. The nerves felt a tingle of another living being touch some part of her body as blood was rushing through the elf's body, muslces contracted with her shockwaves of nerves, her heart beating once again...

After the pain of the light faded, the elf could see sharp, specific details of the new world she was in now. The grass had the appearanec of dried hay and decaying dust, the trees charred and dead as their bark was now the color of charcoal. Up and about were a couple of living creatures, none of which the elf had seen before in her lifetime. The nerves kept sending the message that something was on her legs, and she actually had the feeble strength for the arms aside her body to push her upper body up. She saw that a blob of blackness, almost like the darkness she was in before, was slowly grasping her legs and covering them with the slime that it was. It had not occured to her mind, at first, that these were possibly dangerous, her reflex not reacting immediately as they should've have...

Somehow, she could finally detect that these were slowly surrounding her body, and her mind at last kicked in to her body, communicating that she should get away from this thing. She staggered upwards, trying to stand, but the weight of the blob almost at an exact speed of reaction brought her back down on the rough, dead ground. The elf yet tried again, and she felt the blob beginning to slide away from her legs, and she gave a furious kick, finally being free from its grasp. As she stood up, it felt as she haven't walked in a long time; she tripped again, her balance still not perfect, and she got up again, only to once again wobble in her spot. Her hands flew up, and she felt them grabbing a strong branch of a tree. Though it had burnt somehow, it still held enough strength as the elf pulled her light body up, still grabbing hold of the branch to keep her up. She gave an expression of confusion, concern, and anger, not wanting for the blobs to touch her body again.

What are these things?! She then stood still, surprised; the voice that just spoke in her head sounded so familiar to her, a feminine voice that she could've sworn she heard before. What the-?! Again, she began to shake, worried that the voices were starting to come back. But then, the realization at last flowed through herself.

The voice was of her own...

She decided to stand there, not bothering to watch the occurances that was unfolding before her eyes. The opening of her face (the mouth) was gaping with shock and unawareness, for it all appeared to complicating to her to make any noise or even to think correctly. She closed her eyes, not wanting to be bother, as she tried to remeber how to do these things that she could see the others doing...

However, she couldn't remember.

With frustration, the visible bones that were her teeth gritted. She was helpness in her spot, not knowing where she was, what the other living beings are, the blobs that were attacking them, why she was here...

Or even who she was...

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OOC: Sorry if this appeared confusing, I might edit this if my mind can become more clear again... >>;

 

[Dactylus]

It hit.

The staff fell heavily on Fangs target, and it gave a screech before limply sinking through the air. Smirking with self-satisfaction, he watched its descent for a moment. A tingle of memory tickled at his mind, reminding him how good it felt to successfully land a blow, especially such a magnificent one, on an opponent. His grin contorted itself into a grimace as he clawed through the empty graveyard of his memoirs, groping for some sort of past recollection of another such event, but found only failure.

Then he noticed his own swift demise, as the ooze steadily came closer to his face. Reflexively, he reversed the momentum of his follow-through, pointing his feet squarely at the ground and preparing to crouch on impact, since it would be fool-hardy to roll into it. A blur shot past him, and Fang noticed his nemesis working steadily above. Snapping his head upwards, he saw the creature diving, claws outstretched, hungrily aiming for his shoulders.

Cleverness was not an aspect of this particular human, but even he was not completely useless. Fang dipped his arms and hoped his maneuver would work; else he would be at the mercy of the terrible monster.

The success was mixed.

It had worked on one side, as the griffon clutched only his cloak and not the appendage it sought, but the other had been completely, and painfully, caught. Then its beak came. He struggled against it, but even with his new magical strength, he could not hold his staff at such an awkward position with the strain on his left arm from such a powerful foe. It was stolen and tossed away, to the best of his knowledge.

“Listen up and listen well you human creature! I don't know what happened here to get us into this situation, but I am not the enemy here! Look below us, there are six others of us stuck in this mess I don't know if the other humans will react to me as you did but if they do, I will leave you here with the tiger-creature to figure out what to do by your selves. Do you understand?!"” it screamed at him, implying a serious urgency.

Gritting his teeth against the verbal onslaught, Fang arched his neck to see his capturer, “Blast it, stop yelling! You’ll make me deaf, flying…eagle…thing!” he offered as a retort, growling. “But I see your point, you’re saying we need to save the others, eh? I don’t see why, but I’ll help so as long as I can kill the slime vermin! But it’s not for them, they haven’t done anything for me-“

“SHUT UP, all of you! I'm trying to sleep!”

Grunting at again being screeched at, he turned his head to see the new perpetrator, and immediately his bared teeth succumbed to a wide-eyed, mouth agape expression. Sitting merely a few yards away sat the most beautiful young woman he’d ever encountered (which, although she was indeed beautiful, isn’t saying much as he remembers no other females). And below her, languidly sloshing against her vulnerable body, was the black ooze. A seething fury exploded inside Fang, engulfing all rational thought, which, I must admit, wasn’t really there to begin with.

He struggled against the griffons hold, slipping out of his cloak to free the one arm that had benefited from his earlier ploy, though the other was still trapped, preventing his escape. “Raaargh!” he roared, thrashing violently, the girl frozen in his eyes, painstakingly noticing each inch of the slimes march. He had the free her, he knew. Adrenaline flooded his body, and a single word presented itself to him, with a vague hunch of its consequences. It was acceptable.

“Gradron!” he cried, muscles tensed. They didn’t stop there, though; they grew. Bone and flesh expanded as his size rapidly increased. His arm, trapped as it was, grew big enough so that the beasts claws failed to even hold it anymore, and it would have been the cause of many pulled muscles for it if it had held, for Fangs weight multiplied by eight. Now twice the size of his original frame, the fall was far less fatal, and the human landed effortlessly in the slime, moving before his feet had touched the ooze to aid the girl.

Growling, he furiously waded through the disgusting entity and arrived at his target within seconds, reaching down one hand to try and snatch her from the slime.

 

[Lily]

"Honestly," she huffed under her breath, "loud, noisy, weird people all yelling their heads out, waking me up, for what reason do they ha-" she stopped mid-word, uttering a low moan. "Oh, ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww," she wailed, tears emerging, clearly distressed over the revolting, gooey substance inching towards her. "It's touching me! The gross thing...i-it's actually touching me! That's just sick! It's not righ-" Again, Pavelle was interrupted in the middle of her sentence by a rather deafening roar.

Her eyes widened, facing a tawny young man struggling to reach her from the sky. Her eyes widened even more when his size grew abnormally big, perhaps twice the original, easily freeing him from the peculiar creature's grip. Her eyes widened the most of all when he actually offered his hand to help her in the midst of all the goo. Her. Needless to say, Pavelle was...well, flattered. At least she could verify the fact that he wasn't an enemy, but an ally (?). She had a sudden, odd impulse to accept his hand. It was strange, how time seemed to freeze then. She felt a serenading melody, a coaxing sensation nudging her inner desire, as if urging her to..to...

Pavelle smiled at the stranger, blue eyes warm and friendly as if he had known her his entire life. She appealed to him as a friend, a close companion, perhaps more than that, filling him with nostalgia and an irresistable feeling of something he could not quite disclose..she gently probed the fragile tendrils of memories, placing herself as someone dear to him, someone he just could not forget. She muttered a few incomprehensive words, as if in a daze, hands automatically engaging in short, simple gesticulations that seemed foreign to even her. I'm your friend, she seemed to mentally communicate, and although possessing no telepathic abilities, she felt so grand!, manipulating the invisible law of attraction. Friend, she repeated softly to herself. Friend. And she took the hand.


OOC: just cast charm on ya (is that allowed? Flat *did* imply I could use spells)....'scuse the shortness. =X

 

[GoGoTenda]

Zook was having a wonderful dream, despite it's thorough inconsistencies. He was currently seated around a low, round table across from a large bronze dragon which somehow managed to sit in a large, bronze throne. The great beast's right claw was holding a teacup in between the first and outermost nails. Zook found himself likewise holding a cup, and then asked the dragon for "Another spot of tea, if you don't mind."

It was then that Zook's leg began to itch. Just a small annoyance at first, and because it would be rude to scratch one's self in the presence of a dragon, Zook ignored it. The dragon summoned a teapot and began to pour the liquid out with miraculous dexterity. The itching grew worse, now covering his entire lower left leg and...crawling up over the knee. Still, Zook ignored it for the sake of the dragon. Then it started to burn. His leg was on fire; it felt like the flesh was being torn away. He couldn't stand it any more. He had to-


“SHUT UP, all of you! I'm trying to sleep!”

The gnome's eyes bolted open as he instantly forgot about teatime with magical beasts. He determined that he was lying on the ground, which appeared somewhat dead, blackened from fire and heat. There were a few trees forming a wall, so he must be in a clearing. And then there was the itching, which persisted out into reality. No, it wasn't just an itch, it was the burning. Zook rolled off his side and onto his back, lifting his head enough to see that his left leg was-

"Covered in ooze! For the love of Glittergold, get it off!" Who Glittergold was, he hadn't the faintest idea, but he knew that this slime was trying and succeeding at eating him allive. Instinctually, one hand went to his waist to look for a weapon. He found a knife and gripped it tightly, about to wield it against the slime. For a moment, he paused, thinking about a blade's effectiveness on slime, which was virtually nil from what he could remember. Accordingly, he slipped the knife back under the belt wence he had found it and proceeded to stand up and begin shaking his left leg to remove the slime.

It clung, as Zook had expected it to. On one leg, he awkwardly hopped over to a nearby tree. In a swift spin, he swung his leg at the trunk and struck with the heel of his boot, jarring the slime enough so that it fell off. Free of ooze, Zook returned to a standing position and gently rubbed his leg where the flesh had been burned by the slime. "Ow...stupid ooze trying to eat me..." Zook looked around the clearing to figure out where he was, exactly, but found nothing to remind him of where he was or what he was doing prior to being asleep. There was something about a man, but Zook didn't dwell on it for very long. A human had just doubled in size and rescued another human, a female. Even from a distance, Zook could tell that their eyes were locked and something intense was happening.

"Hm...I want to know what's happening, but I don't want to interrupt..." Zook racked his brain for an idea as his fingers drummed against the sides of his head. Lost in thought, the gnome stumbled upon something beside the memory of the man. An emmense power was there, calling to him. Though he didn't know what it was, it was obviously a part of him, so there was no danger in using it. "Yup, perfectly safe." Nevertheless, Zook cautiously tapped into the force and let out only a tiny piece.

The power, or the small bit that had escaped, rushed out of him and seemed to dissipate into the air. Zook couldn't see any changes, but he had certainly tried to will the power into helping, so hopefully it had. He began to walk towards the two humans, unaware that his entire form had utterfly vanished, leaving only slightly crumpled grass in place of footprints.


OOC: No, Zook does not notice the griffin, or the spirit, or the rest of the ooze. He's a gnome, alright

 

[Raposa Dalua]

After a long time of being completely numb, it was joyous to suddenly be able to feel the world around her again. This joy, however, only lasted for about two seconds. Painful electric jolts shot through every nerve of her body, and she didn't even bother trying to resist the urge to scream. A piercing shriek could be heard throughout the immediate area, though the sound lessened as the shocks subsided. Suddenly feeling very awake, the black girl's eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the light of the strange new area around her. Who was she? Why was she here? And more importantly, what the hell was going on? Cerulean blue orbs darted left and right as she observed her surroundings. Her immediate realization, of course, was that she appeared to be stuck in some sort of black ooze, which for some reason was making its way up her stomach. Her legs were completely covered in the disgusting goo, and her arms and upper tunic contained traces of it as well.

"Well, this is quite a predicament I'm in..." she commented.

She then proceeded to try and pull herself from the ooze, though she had little luck in doing so. 'If I had some sort of weapon, or even just a stick, that would be really great right now...' She throught in frustration as she turned her attention away from her attacker. She scanned the ground nearby for anything that might be of use, and noticed a strange rod lying within reach. It was long and cone shaped, skinny hear the bottom, then curving upwards into a sort of sphere at the top. Embedded in the sphere was a semi-transparent purple stone, which contained reflections of green and fuschia light inside it. Somehow knowing it was hers, she reached out for the stick and gripped it with both hands. She then proceeded to bring it down upon her enemy, hitting the ooze repeatedly. This also had little effect; it seemed to only stop the ooze from getting closer, as it would recoil and start inching forward again between hits.

"This isn't working," she muttered, "I've got to think of something else..."

She searched the realms of her empty mind, trying to summon some sort of memory or fact that would help her in this situation. However, nothing seemed to come to her at first. Her mind was about as empty as the mind of the skeleton lying but a few feet away from her. Suddenly, a single word shot through her head. Without hesitation she repeated this word, releasing her right hand from the staff she had and holding it out in front of her.

"Dhocao!"

An odd blob of liquid appeared in front of her, instantly shooting itself into the ooze. It writhed and hissed upon contact with the apparently harmful liquid, a sort of hole forming where it had hit. The goo recoiled a bit from her body in order to reform itself. This gave the black girl enough a chace to rip her partially freed legs away from the black stuff. Not even bothering to stand up, she threw the staff behind her and crawled away from the ooze crab style, not wanting to give it the chance to latch onto her again while she was trying to stand. When she reached what she judged was a good distance away, she grabbed her thrown staff and used it to pull herself up from the ground. She leaned on it for support and reached up to absentmindedly adjust her hat, which had become crooked in her struggle to escape. Letting out a sigh, she looked towards the ooze and wondered how in the world she was going to solve this little problem.

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"Now this is just disgusting..."

The winged fox, who had been sleeping just a few moments before, was sincerely wishing he were still sleeping now, in the slight hope that this would just be a horrible nightmare in which he could awaken from. Since this was obviously not the case, he figured he may as well do something about it. Now, this black, oozey stuff had him covered up to the bottom of his stomach. He was lucky it hadn't reached his wings, or they'd be in a serious mess if he ever got out of this alive. He struggled uselessly, trying anything short of biting the ooze itself in order to get away from it. Feeling rather helpless, his green eyes darted around the area, looking to any other creature nearby that might be able to help him. However, most of the others seemed to be preoccupied with an ooze problem of their own. 'Nyah, I wish someone would come and help me...' he thought desperately, too worried about his situation to wonder why exactly he couldn't remember anything beyond the experience of waking up a few moments ago.

Apparently, his wish was answered. The skeleton, which up until now had been lying on the ground in an unmoving state, suddenly rose and began to make it's way towards the half-celestial being currently stuck on the ground. The fox visibly cringed at the site of the much taller and rather dead looking thing making its way towards him. The sight of the crude chain mail, as well as the sword and shield, did little to make him feel better. 'Sure hope that sword is for chopping this... this... yucky stuff, and not me,' he thought as it continued to come nearer. The dead creature raised the sword, and the fox closed his eyes and braced himself for the impact. However, he felt nothing. His green eyes opened in surprise as he found himself being freed of the ooze. The skeleton was chopping away at it, the black goo itself recoiling from each cut, and then reforming itself again. Seeing his chance, the half-celestial lept up and backed away from the ooze.

"Thanks Mister Dead-thingy-dude! C'mon, I'm free, let's not stay near this nasty stuff," he said to the skeletal warrior. Its only response was to turn and follow him as he hurried to get away from the goo.

 

[Dactylus]

OOC: Shortness ROCKS.

She accepted the hand.

But something else was happening, as he slowly was drawn into the crystal clarity of her magnificent blue orbs. Beauty and kindness bloomed within them, petals in the flower that was her perfect face. Her smile, the beaming morning sun, bathed him in warmth. Fangs mind alighted with a dull recollection of her…nothing he could pinpoint in the grim emptiness, but revealing a connotation of friendship connecting him to the girl, a thread of mutual amity between the two.

Something seemed odd – almost foreign – about the feeling, and his subconscious hesitated at its seductive call, but it seemed so inviting, a barrier to free him of the terror of the world. And so Fang willingly accepted the beckoning, convinced that this…girl was a precious friend who needed to be protected. Drunk with the beauty of such a charm, he clumsily lifted her from the ground with one arm, muscles rippling with newfound size and the remaining power of his previous spell.

With a deft maneuver, he had her perched on his bicep, the forearm defensively raised against her to prevent falling. He stole a final glance at his newfound companion, grinning foolishly at her, before beginning the trek to the edge of slime, grunting as he kicked away the ooze that so craved his flesh, occasionally bending down to brush it off his breeches.

Fang reached the end of its slimy kingdom and turned to face the goo, awaiting instructions from his ally. After all, she was his friend. Friends helped friends. He was sure anything she said would be perfectly sensible and trustworthy, so why not help? Friends did that. Yes. And she was his friend. And he hers.

She was pretty, too.

“My name’s Fang,” he explained with a large smile, “Hello, friend!”

 

[Knightblazer]

The skeleton finally moved.

He got up, make it's way towards the creature I could make out as a winged fox currently stuck on the ground, who visibly cringed at the sight of it. Then the dead creature raised the sword, and the fox closed his eyes and braced himself for the impact. But the skeleton landed his sword in the black ooze instead. The fox's green eyes opened in surprise as he found himself being freed of the ooze. The skeleton was chopping away at it, the black goo itself recoiling from each cut, and then reforming itself again. Seeing his chance, the creature lept up and backed away from the ooze.

"Thanks Mister Dead-thingy-dude! C'mon, I'm free, let's not stay near this nasty stuff," he said to the skeletal warrior. Its only response was to turn and follow him as the fox hurried to get away from the goo.

Like, woah... I thought to myself, then my head snapped the other way when I saw that the human I had awoken was leaning against a tree, apparenly having escaped from the ooze. But it was hurrying back towards her again.

Damn jell-o! I cursed in my mind as I pounded towards her rescue. The slime was quite near her by now, and by now I very well knew that physcial attacks were quite useless for me. I couldn't use them, and no one could use it against me. Which brought me back to my orginal question.

WHO THE HELL AM I?!

"No time for that," I muttered to myself, raising my right paw once again, and barked out, "Brisingr!"

Once again, my paw was engulfed in flames and I brought the fiery paw down with a great roar. But once again, it did little damage towards the piece of overgrown Jell-O, who recoiled for a while with the hole in its middle.

I turned my head towards the human, who was behind me. "You know I could use a little help here, Miss!" I yelled in both annoyance and relief.

Knightblazer ;262;

 

[Tiana_M]

“Blast it, stop yelling! You’ll make me deaf, flying…eagle…thing!” he offered as a retort with something kin to a growl. Eagle-flying-thing? I thought to myself, ah the silly creature is mistaking me for something else, for I am a dragon, have no feathers like the eagle of which he speaks. Although I do like feathers, funny that this silly creature should mistake me for a bird-like creature.

Then the creature interrupted my thoughts, “But I see your point, you’re saying we need to save the others, eh? I don’t see why, but I’ll help so as long as I can kill the slime vermin! But it’s not for them, they haven’t done anything for me-” The human creature responded before being cut off as something below us screeched, “SHUT UP, all of you! I'm trying to sleep!” I cringed at the shrillness of the voice that made my sensitive ears ring.

When I opened my eyes again it seemed as though something below us had caught his eye. I was still holding on to his cloak, but it was empty as he had gotten out of that, then he gave a pitiful roar and began struggling again becoming more tired than I already was I started considering dropping my clumsy load and then he shouted out, “Gradron!” and he almost instantly doubled in weight and his body grew to match it. I had no choice but to let go.

He landed in the ooze but didn’t seem to notice nor did he seem care. Instead he went charging for one of the other human creatures, supposedly to help it away from the ooze. So I turned my attention elsewhere. I was still feeling somewhat wearied but I wanted to see if there was anyone else that needed my help.

Looking around I saw a fox that looked like it was running away from a skeleton thing and away from the ooze and someone else seemed about to be trapped in the ooze again, but the person in the ooze was quickly helped by the intangible tiger creature who had at one point tried to shout something at me that sounded something like, “You can see me?”

Since the human creature the tiger was trying to help seemed to be regaining its senses I decided it would be fine, but the winged-fox creature was still running from the skeleton. So I decided I would try and help it get away. I swooped down and as gently as I could I scooped the small creature up in one clawed paw and flew in a direction that was away from the clearing and the skeleton that seemed to have been chasing it.

“Hello, my small, lovely feathered one, do not fear, you are safe from the ooze and that skeleton thing, for I will not let either harm you.” I told it, once again in the universal language that I seemed to remember so well.

I looked back over my shoulder to see if the skeleton thing had followed and realized I still had the human-creature's stick wrapped up in my tail. I decided I would keep it and return it to him if ever I saw him again, although I would not return to that awful clearing again just to return the thing to him. I decided I would fly until I had found a suitable place for us to rest.

 

[Kawaii Kyuubi Kitsune]

The morning sun reflected off the bald head of a humanoid hustling through the forest with an open palm held out in front of him. He would of looked human if it wasn't for the half inch long sharp bone points sticking out of his head, his sharp pointed teeth, and the blood red eyes. Pale blue robes cover the rest of his body, though his footsteps sounded like hooves and there was a whiff of brimstone around him.

Come on, I have to pick up something soon. Where did it go?

He suddenly stopped dead, and his hand went straight to his head. He held his head in his hands for a few moments, stunned by the power of the magic he detected. Eight overwhelmingly powerful magical auras, one for each magic school, and a lingering aura showing there was much more not long ago.

Not good, my pet will be blasted apart in no time if what I'm sensing is correct. I have to hurry.

He burst into a run, dodging through trees, and suddenly came into a clearing. The clearing. There he saw what he came for and much, much more. The black living sludge on the ground was huge, much huger than when he had last seen it. He saw several figures, but the details were not currently his concern, neither were what they were doing. He was too distracted with his concerns for the ooze and his preconceptions caused by what he had detected.

“Please have mercy upon my creation.” He called out, his voice cracking part way through, making have to cough a bit before continuing. “All wizards need a familiar to help with magic, being mages yourselves you must understand that. I sort of wanted something unique so I created it instead of something from the recommended selection. It's just a lot harder to control than the normal familiars, but surely it hasn't done enough harm to warrant death yet.”

He quickly rushed over, picking up a twig and poking it at the ooze, noting how it reacted. “Interesting, it seems to of rapidly grown by feeding on magic, something that natural specimens of its kind can't do, thus it must have been still forming from my magic. Odd, it doesn't seem to of been able to keep up it's acidity with such rapid growth, but I'm sure it'll be back to full strength in about ten minutes...” He paused realizing his tangent, and his mind started to process how others would see him in the situation. “... I am not evil, okay, everyone always makes that mistake. Please try to understand.”


OOC: I was getting bored with nothing to post about, thus I had to introduce this idiot. Moderately high intelligence, and wisdom lower than you can possibly imagine. Please play with him for a bit instead of tearing him apart straight away.

Also Tiana and Raposa have earned new spells as I realized I gave them too little to start with. Knightblazer on the other hand, even though he got so little, will still need to earn more due to the fact nothing can really hurt him. I'll have to PM Tiana her spells later tonight if I don't see her on AIM.

 

[Lily]

OOC: No offense by calling Fang a brute...xD Pav's too petty. Again, short post ._.



"Hmph," Pavelle sniffed, seeing how her scream had rudely awakened some people. Riding on top of the monstrous sized biceps, she shifted her form, trying to get comfortable. "Goodness, can't you go any slower?" she scolded quietly. Quite frankly, her mind simply could not comprehend why this brute followed her so willingly...(perhaps it was because of the peculiar disoriented feeling before?)...but she wasn't complaining. Oh, no. Whatever she had done was for her own benefit. Her hands itched with excitement, unable to forget the previous desire of manipulating and grasping the tender hold on the wondrous, amicable feeling as before.

Whatever hopes of journeying quietly shattered when he thundered,

“My name’s Fang. Hello, friend!”

Oh, great. The brute was smiling at her like some simple minded idiot. Well, best to impress the savior of the icky goo this time, Pavelle thought, and let out a shy smile of her own, even attempting to feign a blush or two, commenting, "Why, hello Fang! My name is Pavelle, and that's Pah-vell, not Pavel-e, or Pay-vel, but Pah-vell." She smiled sweetly, and was about to spew out a few more details about herself when a stranger caught her eye. He was busy bending down near the remnants of the goo, prodding it a few times, realization dawning onto him before declaring to the rest of the scattered populace, "...I am not evil, okay, everyone always makes that mistake. Please try to understand."

Pavelle frowned once, ordering, "That person over there, Fang. He's intriguing. Would you mind taking me to him?" She smiled broadly, blue eyes friendly and inviting.

 

[Lonely Wanderer]

Pretty much vulnerable in her spot at her current state, the elf could only watch, her hands still holding on the branch for support, as the black blob started to ooze towards her. She had no idea how to defend herself with anything whatsoever, not even with the strip of branch that was hanging across her chest, a piece of string held the two ends on her back. She was quite unaware that the weapon she had in possession was in fact a bow, while a quiver full of arrows strapped on top of her chest going the opposite direction. She could see the ooze, slowly making way, until it was practically about three feet away from her boots...

Then, she did something that only her body did by reaction and not her mind entirely; her hands let their grasp go from the branch, and to her surprise, she was standing up straight on her spot, her balance now keeping her from falling. The elf took a step back, and she did not fall; she took a few more paces back before her face gave a strange expression, which was a mixture of concern, but delight. She then whipped around and her feet moved at a faster pace, soon breaking into a run. It was the only thing that she could do, and she saw that although she escaped the ooze again, it was yet coming her way again, and she dashed again. However, she knew that she wouldn't be able to keep this up, and she was about to look back when a voice broke through the small strife, causing her to look away from the blob.

There, she saw that the voice was coming from some humanoid of some kind, with a bald head and a few other features that seemed to be out of place, including bloody-red eyes and the pointed teeth of a hungry animal. At once, the elf detected suspicion and caution within her thoughts; though the creature spoke that it wasn't evil, despite his looks, the elf couldn't exactly trust him. Keeping a warning look out of the corner of her eye at the blob that still was slowly approaching her, she slowly paced towards the others there, giving an emotionless, but cold stare at the living being that appeared to be the creator of this stuff that crawled all over the clearing.

How can I actually trust him when he's got this substance of some kind following us around? She questioned in her head, still not daring to speak. And what did he mean by...well, me and the others being "mages"? In fact, what on earth is the word "Mage"? And a wizard? Is this guy...psycho or something?

She kept her distance away from the man, deciding to slide her form away from the humanoid by pausing behind a huge human who happened to have another feminine human perched on his shoulder. However, hearing that the young lady asked to go talk to the "wizard", she now gave a look of annoyance, snorting silently as she decided to instead sneak behind another young girl who was leading against a pole that strangely looked like a staff of some kind.

Ugh, if only I can disappear and never be seen...The elf bitterly said inside her head, not wanting to show her form in front of the wizard. Hopefully, this young girl here wouldn't mind hiding my body away from him...however, if she dares to go talk to the man too, then I need a new hiding spot.

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OCC: Seems like shortness haunts some of us...

 

[GoGoTenda]

Oooh, who's that? Zook had managed to get within arm's length of the overly muscular human when someone new caught his eye. His ice blue orbs scanned the newcomer as his brain quickly started to refill itself with details. Horns, sharp teeth, red eyes...and he doesn't smell very pleasant, even from here. The gnome listened to the male thing prattle on about the ooze and familiars and other such noise. By the end, Zook's mind had started to wander off and he found himself watching the slime gurgle and shuffle along the ground. The already dying grass was being burned away slowly, and Zook subconsciously rubbed his injured leg at the thought of acid. Maybe that horned guy can heal me. He looks kinda familiar, like I know what he is...because he's certainly not a human or a...um...gnome like myself. He could hardly believe that he had nearly fogotten his own race, but his incredulity faded as he took quick steps towards the odd humanoid.

Surely, they must notice that I'm approaching. Zook continued on, hoping that someone would see him and talk to him, thereby giving him permission to do the same. This time, he got within a few feet of his target and had yet to be noticed. Well that's rude. It's not like I'm invisible or anything. Zook lifted his palms towards his eyes jokingly, then jumped and nearly shouted when he saw nothing there. Good Garl, I really am invisible! The following thirty seconds were full of Zook waving at the male thing in front of him, then concluded with a few obscene Gnomish gestures of which no one was the wiser about. Hee hee, this is fun. Maybe I can scare him.

Cautiously, Zook circled around the horned person, being sure not to step on his robes. He placed his hands over his mouth in a successful attempt to keep the mounting giggles from bursting forth. Finally, Zook managed to position himself immediatly behind the thing. Slowly and deliberately, he leaned forward and stretched out a single hand to prod the humanoid in the back. Suddenly, he jabbed his finger forward and into the male's spine, shattering his veil of invisibility, and simultaneously shouting "Hiya! What's your name?"


OOC: Obligatory length comment here.