Fable of Nyx IC
On a dark and gloomy day in Haven, or was it night, no one could tell for sure anymore, the clouds were too dark and thick when they came, everyone thought it was just a normal storm passing by, but it never seemed to pass by. It started to effect the land, shortness in freshwater, plants started to die without sunlight, animals started to run in fear, trying to find an escape but the island was only so big, the people themselves frightened and having no idea what it was or what to do. Many of them continued with their daily lives, hoping that everyone was on the same schedule but without the sun, no one could tell if it was day and if the shops were open. Thankfully they were able to at least tell when the sun was up, or was it the moon. The clouds being a bit lighter, shedding beams of light through small holes that soon closed up, but it wasn't enough to establish time.
With the never ending darkness, three heros got together and decided to figure out what this darkness was and hoping to bring back the light of day. They ventured forth into the forests and away from the civilization, armed with weapons and rations enough for survival. Their destination was the tallest mountain on the island, but it was a couple days trip to get there. There was just enough light in the forest for them to venture through safely but they had no clue how long it would last.
But the heros weren't the only ones, three others, ones that were taking advantage of the forever night, and ultimately keep it that way. They stuck together and ventured around the town of Minor-Haven, they came across a rumor that three others were gathering and making their way to the top of the summit to stop the darkness. They couldn't allow that to happen and being that it was a rumor, they just weren't sure. They decided to check on it either way and left town, following a trail but the three heros were not yet being in sight.
There were travelers that journeyed across the land seeking adventure, wealth, maybe treasure, a separate peaceful haven, or whatever be their goal in their quest. They seemed to neither like nor dislike the darkness, they took no sides yet were curious just the same, looking for signs that lead to a deeper interest. Out in the distance that was viewable from most anywhere was a large white cloud of smoke that was obviously distinct from the darker clouds above. A sign of a large fire no doubt, standing in the way of others, it could be just a campfire set up by some man on a hunting trip, or perhaps a beacon of help or distress. There's only one way to find out.
A man dressed in a rather impressive outfit walked down the path, his cane tapped the ground with rhythmic beats. Tap-tap-tapa-taptap. As he walked, he spoke with his companion, his voice measured an calm, though clearly impressed. "Still, Keepa, I don't know how you managed to pull that off last night. Not only did you manage to steal every little paper umbrella, but you managed to build a structurally sound fort out of them." On his next step his spun the cane twice before resuming the rhythmic tapping.
The faun's companion, clad in garments of outlandish design, walked beside him with light clicks from each step of their lightly-heeled boots. Playfully spinning a parasol which they held close, their shadow appeared to stretch before them as if anticipating their next step; contrary to the angle of the sun through the thick haze of clouds, it was with this fact that they angled the parasol for his shadow which seemed to cut into the very earth with its darkness, amplified by the conditions. Unseeing eyes forward onto nothing, this one known as 'Keepa' followed only by the rhythmic taps of the can upon the cobblestone.
"Zee hard part vahz stealink zehm!" I began with a triumphant grin at his compliment implied with his tone...or I at least took it as such. "Pe-pell..? Zehy look around soh much..." Musing to myself as I stopped spinning the shade-stick, the rough outline of Hervin spinning his stick caught my attention for a moment, distracting me before I continued. "Iz as if zehy ver lookink out for somesink too-" I started slowly, gauging his motions for a second before lifting my arms in a small half-jump in Hervin's direction as I chirped, "-jump zehm!". I expected him to know my capabilites by now, having been the one to find me in my twig and grass hut that he had almost hurt himself on when we first met. I have no clue how long ago that could have been, time is an odd concept; aren't we simply here, now?
Keepa laughed, lightly, regardless of Hervin's reaction before ceasing, abruptly; look off into the distance before curiously stating, "Zeht smell iz..." having not entirely grasped the etiquette behind a question, yet...or the difference between 'People' and 'animals'. Still, the smell of smoke carried on the dull breeze.
The stout small man sat atop a helmet by a large fire. He gazed at his companions as he took a sip of fine ale in a pint-sized steel flagon. He put the flagon down and inhaled from his pipe made of steel. This was no man, however. This was a Dwarf, with a fine blond beard that went as far down as his ankles. He wore a chainmail vest with a steel breastplate, steel gauntlets and steel shoulder guards, each enscribed with Dwarven Runes. The Dwarf stared into the fire. To his left, an Axe full of gold features and Dwarven Runes. To his right, a satchel and an Iron hammer. Behind him the dark and deep forest. He turned around, staring at the treacherous forest. He grabbed his axe and stood up in a defensive position. After about 3 minutes he sat back down. "Something's out there." he said in a gruff voice to his companions, as he continued to stare into the fire.
A light breeze played across Ky's face as he looked down into the Forrest, branches swayed around him and he swayed with them. from below he would be almost invisible, his eyes darted back and forth searching the ground for prey, he payed close attention to a thick patch of brambles, rabbits often made their warrens under the protection of the prickly plants. He had been in the tree for many hours, constantly swaying and keeping vigilant by now he knew every patch of ground surrounding his position, every weed, every fern every stone.
He was looking forward to resting, if only something would move! normally prey wasn't this scarce but the eternal night had put everything out of kilter, prey came out at night, so at night he hunted, but now all the time was night so when would prey come out and when would prey sleep? the eternal night had changed much in so short a time and Ky didn't like it, it didn't fit, it wasn't right, he shook his head to clear his mind of these thoughts he needed to pay attention...
He sniffed the air, a new scent had drifted to him on the wind, it took him a few moments, the smell wasn't yet very pronounced but after carefully 'tasting' the air he knew what it was, the smell of smoke, Ky sighed, smoke would make the animals wary and prey was already scarce, he wouldn't catch anything tonight, or is it today? he stopped his swaying, rolling his shoulders to loosen them up after hours of constant motion, once he was done he looked up and nimbly clambered up the tree to a higher vantage point, the light limbs at the top of the tree bent slightly under his weight but held, up high the breeze was stronger and leaves rustled frantically as they whipped back and forth, Ky's hair billowed out behind him and his clothes rippled.
Looking out over the countryside he could see a pillar of smoke lazily drifting up from a patch of land some time away, from what he could see there wasn't much between him and it, a few fields a bit of Forrest, nothing to really concern him, he stared at it for a moment in obvious contemplation, his fingers beat a rhythm on the trunk of the tree as he thought, once his mind was made up he hopped from the tree, the wind whistled as he fell, leaves swooshing by in an instant, a few meters above the ground he reached out grabbing hold of a low hanging branch and swung off it, the branch flew backwards with a whoosh as Ky landed with a roll. He stood and began jogging through the forest towards the pillar of smoke.
Originally Posted by Evilorber
"Heh! There's always sometin' out there, it just matters how ya deal with it."
Snips releases the large weapon from his back, slapping it down on his lap as he inspects it. The figure chuckles as he looks back at his partner. His smile melts into a frown at the dwarf's seriousness. "Aren't you a fun party guest. If I were ya, I'd more than happy to be by the fire!" He aims the massive gun into the ground as he begins to focus the sights of the wooden rifle. "Let the dumb one's come, I've just got enough gunpowder to put either one hole in three bandits or three holes in one beast!" At the sound of shuffling, the bearded man points his gun into the tree tops. He loads it, holding the rifle steady. "Subtract one hole from that equation." His clear eyes squint as he prepares to fire, he saw the bird and he wanted it. If he does fire, the sound may attract one of the many people against them... but Snips was too hungry to think of that now.
"Goin' for the bird? Not much meat on that anyway."
The Dwarf, Thorek Ironbeard now picks up his axe, and throws it into the bushes. A rustle is heard and a body falls down from the bushes. Thorek moves over to the body, it is that of a small deer. He drags it nearer to the fire, removes his axe from it and with a smile says "Save your bullets you Jip" He begins to skin it, it has a more meat than the bird, but in total not much meat compared to other game they could catch. After a short while, he begins to cook the meat over the fire. "I can make a decent Mead Stew with this." he says in a lighthearted mood.
"What did you say your name was again? I am Thorek Ironbeard, son of Therim Ironbeard." he looks at the bearded man thinking. He needs to grow that beard longer...
((OOC Note: Jip is a Dwarven Insult))
Yes, indeed. There was something out there. And that something was definitely not a deer.
Luthais was perched in a tall tree nearby, high enough to easily view all that was happening below. It was an, interesting group, to say the least. Luthais didn't really know what else to classify them as. Certainly not a threat, though that dwarf did look a bit... different. The elf could sense a power emanating from him. Dull, and probably barely noticable if you were human, but it was there. These fools, fighting for the light. What a pitiful sight it was. Would it even be possible to bring the light back over their world? Luthais doubted it, but he didn't want to risk it. He was willing to stop their every attempt.
The elf sighed silently, glaring down at the limp deer being dragged away. It almost blew his cover. When it came sniffing around the bush below, Luthais had tried to catch it's attention and shoo it away. Unfortunately (for the deer) it was spotted and killed; the elf felt that it had deserved it.He was actually shocked that they hadn't noticed him as of yet. The darkness hid him well, and his green suit worked as the perfect camouflage. Plus, he was so high up that if they did see him, they'd probably just assume he was a large bird, or a dead body. Luthais was sure to make no movement whatsoever. He didn't want to start anything with this group. Not yet.
He had to find the rest of his own.
Moving at an extremely slow pace, Luthais got to his feet. Luckily, the sound caused by this movement wasn't loud enough to allert the creatures down below. The branch wobbled beneath his weight, and he crouched. For a moment, the world stood still, and he leaped off of the branch forward, grabbing a branch the next tree, and using it to propell himself. As quickly as he had come, he was gone.
Thorek did not hear the strange man that had been spying on them leave, he continued to cook the deer while smoking his pipe. He cut any piece without meat off and tossed it into the woods. Thorek then pulled out a silver flask of Dwarven mead and began to pour it over the deer that was impaled on a spit over the fire. Some of it fellinto the fire, causing it to flare up momentarily. Thorek pulled the flask away, it was nearly empty. He quickly drank the rest down, wiped his mouth and tossed his flask in to the fire, pulling out another one and drinking from that.
After a short while he tossed that one in to the fire too, and began to smoke his pipe again. Thorek had this strange feeling though, like something or someone was watching them... He reached for his axe holding it in his right arm. Just in case. he thought.
Moe giggled gleefully as she rolled around a side street, a tiny cat. A group of people came walking down the street, and one of the ladies paused to scrach behind the shifter's ears, continuin the conversation from her crouch.
"But this dreaded dark is awful. My garden has done horribly!"
"Well, isn't there those three going to stop it?" Moe's ears pricked up, and she mewed, rubbing against the man who spoke. He leaned over and chuckled. "Heh, heh, you probably don't mind the dark, little kitty. But I do, and lots others do, too. So three heros banded together and have started the journey to stop the darkness." Moe backed away from the group, hissing.
"Stop the darkness?" She hissed, growing into a bigger, wilder cat form. The people cowered at the change. "Stop it? This is what you humans deserve! You finally recive the curse you placed on yourselves and you believe it to just up and leave a the will and beckon of three measly heros? Aw, shove it!" She bounded forward, powerful legs pushing her over the group as the women screamed. But it fell on dead ears as Moe ran through the town, in a constant state of change. From one creature to the next, she bounded through the edge of town and into the forest where she pushed herself off trees and scared birds from their nests. At one point, as her human self, she stopped and screamed, kicking at a tree and breaking off its lowest branch, swinging it around wildly, hitting herself with it multiple times.