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[So this is the IC thread everyone has been waiting for. Remember the posting order, and enjoy! Sorry about the wait guys!]

Dark, dank, miserable. The soft drip drip of water echoed onto the stalagmite ridden floor from corresponding stalactites pointing in ominous, stone stilettos from the roof of the cavern. All was silent save for that gentle drip. Or so it seemed to the man whom had his face pressed to the cool, stone floor.

Slowly, and feeling disoriented, the man raised his head, not bothering to wipe blond hair out of his vision as he peered around the cavern gingerly. He wasn't sure how he had gotten here, truly he wasn't. He remembered being in a cellar, but certainly nothing like this. This wasn't a cellar at all. If he were correct, he felt deep underground. Very deep. He felt as though the whole weight of the earth above him could collapse on him any instant, and crush him under the impact. Or perhaps it had already collapsed and left him in a pocket of air, stalagmites, and stalactites.

That thinking however, was unreasonable, figured the rather young elementalist as he finally came to his feet. He expected pain, soreness, or a sign that he had fallen a great height, for that's what his disorientation felt like, but there was nothing. A glance up at the ceiling of the cavern, which he could barely make out, even with a soft luminous glow somewhere off in the distance revealed that it was definitely not a grand enough height to fall from. In fact, if he had stood on his own shoulders, with his 5'8" tall frame, he probably would have just been able to brush his fingers against the ceiling, excluding the randomly placed stalactites. Most were of an unimportant size, but a few, Triton noted to himself, were some he'd definitely have to dodge should he bump his head upon them. The stalagmites however, were far and few between, and easy to sidle his body around them when he had to.

What had caught his eye however, was the reason of luminescence in the chamber he found himself in. A glance revealed to him a dimly glowing patch of moss. Confused and enthralled by it, Triton lowered himself to hands and knees and crawled carefully towards it. Yes, he crawled. He certainly didn't want to bump his head on an over reaching stalactite, and he'd be able to feel the ground out better with his hands should there be any objects he may not wish to step on.

He reached the glowing moss without incident and hesitantly reached out a hand to gingerly run his fingers along the luminescent surface. No stinging. No funny feelings. With a sudden idea, he brought both hands before him and perched on his knees, cupping a bunch of the moss in between arched hands and pulling it away from the rocky surface it sat on. He paused a moment, shifting the moss to be sure the glow would remain once he had separated it from its apparent home, and satisfied that it would, he stood, holding the moss out before him with one hand, and reaching his other out to feel for any obstacles as he slowly began to shuffle across the cavern. His fingers brushed against something solid once again, and with mild curiosity, he stepped closer to the source and held up the luminescent moss. A wall. A wall of rock. Of course. Had he truly hoped to find anything different?

A grimace of distaste puckered features otherwise smooth and gentle as he trudged his way along the wall, studying for any fissures, or perhaps an opening. That's what he wanted more. An opening meant he could perhaps find a way back to the surface... out of this place. But... he didn't walk down here. No... As far as he knew, he didn't come here by any conventional entrance.

All he remembered was studying an ornate arch in a cellar. The arch didn't seem to have any significance. It was no doorway. He had even passed through it a few times to verify that it had no magical properties. He had resolved to mark it for study and then, when he had touched it again...

He woke up laying with his face against the cool stone. That was it.

He didn't notice when his hands ran over an indent, barely perceptible in the stone walls beneath one's own fingers, though he managed to look briefly at the wall he was studying to see... markings. Markings like the arch he had found. He licked his lips eagerly, trying to get a clearer look at his surroundings, or more particularly, at the markings on the wall. They ran along the wall he realized, brimming with sudden excitement despite his predicament of being who knows how many miles underground with no food, and calcium carbonate enriched water dripping steadily from the stalactites.

None of that crossed his mind as he traveled along the wall, hardly watching where his feet were stepping by this point which was why he was suddenly shocked to find one purchase on a soft patch of ground. One he had not recalled should be in a cavern at all.

The thought however was short lived as his other toe caught upon this soft patch of ground and sent him sprawling flat onto his stomach on the ground, his arms flaying out wide and spraying glowing moss everywhere. He landed hard on his stomach with a loud oomph, and a shocked look on his face for he was nearly kissing a not so conveniently placed stalagmite. Quickly, he scrabbled for a quick purchase of the glowing moss and shifted it so he could make out what was behind him.

A... body?

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I will not kill you... in all technicality time will kill you. I'm just a contributing factor ~ Damarian Vasilis Zaccheo

I do not get moody. I get murderous ~ Saigyn

[A Guest?] ~ Advanced -Arlix-
[The Five Lights] ~ Advanced -Laeris Etheral Jostish- -Valcenz-
[Dove's Bane] ~ Advanced -Alloyscious Haryiel-
[Labyrinth] ~ Advanced -Triton Ochayne Demisou-

A pale man was laying on the ground, after accidentally tripping someone in his unconscious state. He awoke soon after, feeling at where a bruise might form soon, from the other's boot. He noticed there was a light, some sort of glowing plant, and a man was holding it. Lifting himself from the ground and moving his bleach-whtie hair from his face, the pale man looked the other straight in the eye, his own golden eyes piercing deep, but had to look down, as he was a good four, five inches taller than the other man. "You know, you could've watched where you were going." His rasped, deep voice echoing off the walls. "Where are we? Why are we here? What is this place? Who are you? Are you the one who brought me here? Well.." he flourished talon-like fingernails, "I can thank you for saving me from the authorities, but if you mean to kill me, you are sorrily mistaken." With that, the man moved himself into a fighting position, ready for whatever the other would throw at him.

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Sa souvraya niende misain ye - I am lost in my own mind.
Sene sovya caba'donde ain dovienya - Luck is a horse to ride like any other.
Dovie'andi se tovya sagain - It is time to roll the dice.
Nesune iro gavane domorakashi? - Speak we what language?
!(/Dirge\)!

Atalantea dug her hands into the mound of white and silver sand that lay near her. She cried as she realized that this was her Faurdaniel, a merman, who had braved the land in search for her. She cradled what she could, desperately keeping him away from the thieving wind but she failed. The sand slid from her hands and continued to dance with the wind.

The cursed sun shone on her, repairing the wounds her father caused when he punished her by ripping off her wings. The blood red feathers Faur kept with him flew through the wind and formed into her wings once again. She could not have cared less. What use were these wings if they couldn't bring him back?

Faurdaniel's race weathered under the sun. Like the rocks on the cliff, the sun ate at them, dried them until they were nothing but mere sand... and here he was now, offering her back her wings.

She bent over him and gathered what she could to her heart and with tears streaming down her cheeks she lifted her head to the sun and cursed it one more time before heading to the sea.

She was near a huge cliff, overlooking the sea. It would have been beautiful if it were not for the fact that the sea was her death. Salted water burned her kind and the sun saved. Fate was simply cruel in letting her fall for a kind that would mean her death... but it was kind now.

She run through the cliff, ignoring the cuts that running caused her feet. She fell, plunging down the great height and surrounded by white and silver sand. She resisted the urge to spread her wings, resisted the wanting to flap it and instead, reached out for the water that seemed more than happy to finally embrace her.

Her silver hair flew behind her, her eyes became a deeper blue as she approached the water. For a land walker's eyes she would have seemed like a cloud or rain falling into the water. She tightened her hold on herself to hasten her descent.

She smiled until she noticed the symbols carved on the cliff. They seemed to be written by the waves but she could not be sure... She closed her eyes as the waves reached for her and light surrounded her.

She was braced for the burning pain of the sea and she wondered after a second why there was a lack of it. She opened her eyes to darkness. Her eyes automatically adjusted and she seemed to be in some sort of cave. Was she dreaming? She did not want to be here at all.

She noticed light coming towards her from above and saw a form lying still on the ceiling... and another tripping over it. Where is this? Who were they?

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...some people are only alive because it is illegal to kill them...

Sounds had been teasing at Hanali's ears for a short time now, but his mind was too groggy to comprehend any of it. His mind began to clear after a short time of...lying on his back, he thought. The sound of dripping, that is what had roused him, he could recognize it even if it was followed by echo's.

...Echo's? That seemed an odd thought, for last he recalled, he was in some abandoned ruins of an elven outpost. Nothing should be causing echo's in such a simple building. Stirring, he realized he was laying on his face, and not his back. Hanali brought himself up to his knee's, unsure of his footing, let alone of where he might be.

Finally opening his eyes, and it did prove an effort, he looked around. Darkness was all he could see much beyond himself. His eyes shifted over to his infravision, giving him a better understanding of his surroundings.

Rocks, lots of rocks. I think I preferred the darkness. Hanali got up to his feet, feeling his muscles tense a bit. It dawned on him why he was so stiff, he had gone 3 days without rest tracking those blasted creatures then went on to slay the whole lot of them.Or atleast I think I did, maybe one got me upside the head with a cudgel or something. Regardless of the questions running through his head, he knew if something had left him here unconscious, he had better move before whatever it was got back.

His strength was returning as he started walking away from that spot, he must have been out for a while or his body was still running off that adrenaline rush he had. He stopped not to far from where he had started before he heard voices, not in the guteral language of the creatures he had been slaying. That peaked his curiosity. So, Hanali started towards the voices, trying to keep silent but not having that good of luck, his scabbard kept hitting stalagmites and his avoiding stalactites made his chainmail squeak. "Good thing I didn't become a ranger, otherwise this would just be embarrassing then."

The voices getting louder let him know he was getting closer, and he finally began to see light in his normal vision. He did atleast try to keep himself hidden in the stalagmites around the odd source of light and sound. Peaking his head around, see two figures a bit obscured by the lack of useful light, but enough to make out their general appearances and that one seemed ready to start a fight. Hanali kept himself back against the rock, letting his mind clear up a bit more before intervening and seeing what those two might be up to, especially if they were the reason he was down here.

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Wanted For:
- Assault With a Deadly Weapon
- Assault With a Potentially Deadly Weapon
- Assault With a Weapon We Can't Believe Could Possibly Be Deadly, but Unfortunately Was.

Verras awoke not to something he hadn't expected at all. He awoke to a nearly crushing pain that surrounded him on all sides. With a high pitched whine that was completely undignified for the young dragon, he lashed out with his claws. When his panicked mind registered that his claws were only scraping against stone he began to latch onto what hold he could and drag himself forward.

In the total darkness of his cramped tunnel Verras couldn't tell if he was headed towards a larger space or to a dead end, but he traveled forward still as it was too tight to try and back up. During his crawling trek Verras had a lot of time to think about how he'd ended up in this situation. He remembered the strange swirl of light and wondering how the dwarfs got it so far past the mage stone booby traps he'd set up near his lair. His sense told him that it was magic, but nothing else. He'd decided to enter the light and find out for himself.

When a random jag of stone caught his left wing and pulled it back painfully Verras was sure that charging into the light had been a bad idea. Soon after his wing pulling he saw something that brought a fierce grin to the young dragon's face, a faint light not unlike that of the mage stones. If it was mage stone he'd definitely be able to trace his way back home. As he drew closer the light also gave him enough light to actually see where he was. His eyes widened and dilated to let in as much light as possible allowing him to actually see instead of grope around.

It was tunnel that he'd been shunted into with the exit close at hand. His grin disappeared when he also noticed that it was some kind of strange moss that glowed in the darkness. He would have rather had the mage stone, which made for a potent weapon and light source, as his only memories of moss were mostly bad. That last time he'd encountered moss was back near the water pool in his caves. He'd tried to eat it when he was younger and it made him sick for weeks. Had he not been a dragon it probably would have killed him.

When he reached the end of the tunnel he pried himself out slowly; especially so when he maneuvered around his injured wing. When he was finally free Varras stretched himself until he heard a few satisfying joint pops. His wing responded as well, but awkwardly. The wing hung down a bit at his side, but was still folded like the other against his back. When he tried to flap it the spasming pain that it shot into Verras' brain almost overwhelmed him. He held his tongue this time to maintain some dignity and when it subsided a little Verras knew that his limited ability to fly was not an option at the time.

He folded it tightly to his side again and turned his attention to the moss. It would make a good light source although he had no way to carry it with him. As he looked closer he noticed that something or someone had scraped off some of the moss recently. Verras sniffed it and touched it with his tongue, letting the flavors and scents wash over the baser part of his mind. He expect to get sick or something, but when nothing happened he was reasonably sure that the moss was safe.

The smell and taste that he had taken confused him more than answered any of his questions. Whatever had touched the moss was something that tasted a little like the dwarf flesh he'd consumed before, but it also tasted strongly of unfamiliar water. In the back of his mind the word fresh popped up, but Verras wasn't sure what that really meant and resolved to figure it out later. It smelled like water as well rather than grimy sweat.

Intrigued, Verras forgot about the moss and trailed the scent. Whoever it was hadn't been very careful. Signs of passage obvious to one that grew up in a cave were everywhere. Some disturbed dust, a drop of cave water interrupted in it's descent, even in the fading light these things stood out. Before the light failed completely Verras saw another faint glow ahead, presumably belonging to whomever had passed before.

The sounds of challenge were up ahead. Verras couldn't make out the language used, but as he skulked closer he could tell that there were two figures. One carried the moss and was the one he'd been tracking and the other seemed a little feral and was issuing the challenges. Soundlessly Verras flattened against the floor and watched the two while he wondered what was going to happen.

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I wouldn't touch it. That thing is made out of like 95% pure, unadulterated, badger-in-my-pants crazy...
-Geist Panik

My scroll

When Triton saw the body clambor to its feet, he did likewise, holding the luminous moss out before him in complete reluctance to present his back to the creature. He paused for a moment, absolutely stunned by the other's appearance while they tiraded on. Something about watching his step and the like... A glance at the figure's clothing revealed a noticeable, dusty boot print and Triton felt his face flush in humiliation, but before he could apologize, as proper protocol demanded, he found himself assaulted with questions he had no answers for, and worse; a threatening stance.

Not about to relinquish his light source, Triton held up his hands harmlessly, which accidentaly showered some loose pieces of moss into his blonde hair. For one who looked so orderly and neat, he hardly seemed to notice "Be at ease good sir," he tried to soothe, seeming as though he had not heard the mention of authorities or saw the threatening stance at all. In fact, he appeared completely calm as though he were about to inform the figure as to what Triton had consumed for breakfast that morning. That meant one of two things. Either Triton had a plan, or he was smug in the fact that the other figure was incapable of harming him.

However, regardless of the other figure's intent, Triton realized he had quickly lost control on the situation he himself had found himself in with the appearance of another figure, and he couldn't quite dismiss the feeling of eyes upon him either. Were there more? More like this creature? A soft shudder threatened to ripple along his spine as his eyes took in the figure's claws.

Had he not been so preoccupied with the stranger before him, he might have been able to at least detect one set of eyes, had he been listening for the not so quiet approach of a certain elf.

"As of yet," he continued, still standing tall and completely unthreatening, "I remain unable to determine a logical answer to your questions besides this; we are deep underground, and you seem as much a prisoner as myself," he regarded calmly, never taking his gaze off the other. "I am trying to determine the answer to my own questions, which run similar to yours as well. Please, be patient if it pleases you to await my synopsis," he said with a slight bow of his head, then raised the moss back towards the wall he had been previously studying before his little tumble.

It may have seen like he had suddenly taken his attention from the strange creature completely, but he had hardly done so, and a trained eye would be able to tell as though Triton had written a big sign explaining his actions. He wasn't a good one at subtlety. However, he still could not shake the feeling of eyes upon him. It made his shoulder blades itch uncomfortably, though he fought the urge to discover what exactly was watching him. Why spoil the element of surprise, by surprising those who thought to surprise him?

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I will not kill you... in all technicality time will kill you. I'm just a contributing factor ~ Damarian Vasilis Zaccheo

I do not get moody. I get murderous ~ Saigyn

[A Guest?] ~ Advanced -Arlix-
[The Five Lights] ~ Advanced -Laeris Etheral Jostish- -Valcenz-
[Dove's Bane] ~ Advanced -Alloyscious Haryiel-
[Labyrinth] ~ Advanced -Triton Ochayne Demisou-

"A prisoner? Aah..that's just great. I don't do well in prison" Damien leaned against a wall, arms folded, as if waiting for the other man to make a move of some kind. "Well, long as we're here, we might as well get to know eachother, eh? What's your name? And what part of the Kingdom are you from? I've never seen your kind." He noticed that the other man was studying something, something that might be of help. "Whattchya got there? You see somethin'?" Eventually, Damien grew pretty bored, and tried falling asleep, leaning on the wall. He was about to fall asleep, when he looked up, and thought he saw something. "What...the hell?" He grabbed a piece of the moss, still looking at the spot, and threw it at the cieling, to see...something...there. He wasn't sure what. "What is that?!"

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Sa souvraya niende misain ye - I am lost in my own mind.
Sene sovya caba'donde ain dovienya - Luck is a horse to ride like any other.
Dovie'andi se tovya sagain - It is time to roll the dice.
Nesune iro gavane domorakashi? - Speak we what language?
!(/Dirge\)!

Atalantea watched as the... creature threw moss at her. She also watched as the moss failed to reach her and fall back down on to him. How could they see me? Her race were adept at manipulating light and so they usually were well hidden... how were they able to see her?

At this time she had already been able to notice that she was the one, in fact on the ceiling, to her clan, up and down rarely made a difference but other races seemed bound by certain laws and they preferred everyone stayed "down".

She looked at the two figures who were eyeing her warily. She did not want to talk to them nor did she want to be seen by them but she didn't seem to have any other choice. Also, one of them seemed to have the capacity to know more about where they were... or why... and so, by default can be the only one to know how to get them out, somehow.

Atalantea blinked and retracted her wings. She then slowly descended on to the floor. Her feet did not touch the bottom of the cave and she was still slightly taller than them because she floated but at least she was somehow on eye level... something they in her clan considered as common courtesy to the earth bound... although not all earthbound creatures deserved it.

"I happen to be an Amihan, please do not refer to me as "that". You can call me my- Atalantea. Call me Atalantea." She said, deciding to withhold her position in their clan. These creatures were not to be trusted fully, they may be the people responsible for everything after all. She gave them the name that her father had given her after the punishment... in her language it meant the downfallen.

She then turned to other more human like creature. "How can you know how we came here? Are you trained in the magicks?" Her hands were still fisted and close to her chest as she looked. She needed to know if she could trust this man enough to really get them out of here and back... because if he were not then she'd rather sleep... eternally than stay with them and to have to endure their eyes.

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...some people are only alive because it is illegal to kill them...

Hanali did his best to listen to the conversation the two beings were having, though he could only catch a few tidbits. Though what stuck out to him was that one of them deduced that they were prisoners. Prisoners...I'm not exactly fond of that thought, but I don't truly have much choice in the matter.

Hanali stayed in the shadows contemplating this bit of information. If they all were prisoners, it would be easier to work together as opposed to apart even if he truly didn't like that idea. He had worked on his own for so long a group would be a...hindering experience.

Them making some more noise brought his attention from his thinking back to the little gathering there, just in time to see a third figure descending from the ceiling. No one alike...maybe we are prisoners and our captors think this a game. Not a very pleasant thought, but a possibility he had to consider. Not to mention, with there now being four beings here by his count, there might very well be more.

Hanali left his place in the shadows to see if there were any other creatures about here. Switching his eyes back into the infrared spectrum, he went out silently to find any others. He did keep close to where the other three were, apparently no one is far from that place...almost like that was the intention...

Staying as quiet as the elf could, he kept out trying to find anyone else. Keeping his head low so as not to hit himself on the stalagmites, he started to make a circuit. He never would have imagined what he had found. His eyes spotted the heat difference laying between rocks at a good distance, but it was much bigger then he figured. It was a dragon, though it seemed small a hatching maybe?

Instinct said to slay the beast while he still could...but his curiosity got the better of him. That nagging thought of them being prisoners kept at him too, but that took the back seat. Finding a stalagmite somewhat close to the beasts head, he decided it would be rather amusing to try and scare the thing (even if a part of him was screaming not to). He stepped out from behind it just enough to spy the beasts head, though he kept his voice low as so only the dragon could hear it. "Well now, an odd place for a dragon to be, such a small hole he might be stuck in." Hanali couldn't stop a grin from coming onto his face, hoping the thing would try to kill him for that...and even if it did, he believed he could live long enough to laugh about it.

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Wanted For:
- Assault With a Deadly Weapon
- Assault With a Potentially Deadly Weapon
- Assault With a Weapon We Can't Believe Could Possibly Be Deadly, but Unfortunately Was.

Verras tried to listen to the strangely tall dwarfs ahead of him, but all he couldn't make out anything at all. The sounds sometimes conformed to the dwarf or dragon dialects; they were just used the wrong way. The mess of sounds was impossible to decipher. Instead Verras waited and watched.
The water dwarf was still there and now talked to a dwarf that smelled faintly of animal dander. To Verras the closest thing he'd smelled like that was the mole rats he'd commonly feasted on in his lair, thus the feral man became the rat man in Verras' eyes.

When a third dwarf showed up, Verras as stunned. He'd never seen a what he assumed was a dwarf female and he didn't know they could fly. He nervously cast his eyes up to make sure that none were hovering in ambush over him. More disturbing than her ability to fly effortlessly was the fact that she smelled like nothing to him. To his nose she wasn't even there. Even more suprising was when another dwarf came upon him suddenly.

He was so focused on the three that had gathered that when the new one showed up he was completely caught off guard. The dwarf that smelled like old dust said something to him, but Verras didn't bother to try and reason it out. He scrambled to his feet and barked a challenge to the dwarf in draconic.

"Get away dust dwarf! I'll fry you before I become dinner for your gathering there!"

Verras' wings flared out in his usual intimidation tactic, but failed when his left wing spasmed and flopped to his side in pain Verras knew that the dust dwarf would see that he was injured. Instead the little dragon immediately went on the offensive. Electric arcs snapped along Verras' face as an intense, white-blue light escaped the corners of his mouth. With something between a roar and a cough Verras' mouth erupted in a thunder clap as he let a bolt of lightning sizzle the air between him and the dust dwarf. It wasn't going to be very strong, but Verras hoped it would at least stun the dwarf enough to dive in after with his claws and teeth.

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I wouldn't touch it. That thing is made out of like 95% pure, unadulterated, badger-in-my-pants crazy...
-Geist Panik

My scroll