[IC] In the Land of Heartstone

[jorthon]

SomeoneSomewere said
As he flew, he spotted the strange sight from above the trees, and finding this interesting, he landed, squeezing his way through the tree tops. When he arrived, he didn't spot anyone, just the male that was against the tree, with roses covering his body. He watched the male with curiousity in his eyes. Obviously an elf, but what kind of elf? Alliance, or resistance? And what was that smell? He moved closer to him, his nostrils flared, trying to identify the smell that was with the smell of roses and blood.

Raphion opened his eyes he was surrounded by roses. He was surprised by that. He looked around then saw a dragon. He was also surprised by the dragon. Thinking it was just a dream still he said calmly "How ya doin?" He wasn't expecting an answer since he thought it was a dream.

[SomeoneSomewere]

Favnir snorted, a flicker of flame showing in his nostrils at this elves tone of voice. He still, however, did reply in Corinthian, unsure of the nature of this elf," confused. That's how I'm doing." He lowered his head to be eye to eye with the elf, studying his face, taking a deep breath in through his nose in an attempt to figure out that strange smell. He felt like he should know it but it escaped him

[jorthon]

Raphion sat up then said "Not a dream. I'm Raphion nice to meet you. I'm looking for a group of people. Also I'm confused too." He looked at the roses around him then asked "Did you see what happened to me?" He looked around him quickly he was still in the same place he was at before. He didn't see the woman that was there earlier.

[SomeoneSomewere]

Favnir listened, frowning as the elf spoke. "I did not see what happened. When I arrived you were just like that before you began to move. My name is Favnir. Who are the people you are seeking?" The dragon slowly sat down, but his body was tense, prepared to attack if this elf attempted to attack and kill him.

[jorthon]

Raphion sighed slightly then said "Darn that's to bad." He looked up to Favnir then mulled over weather he could trust him. After a few second he decided that it should be fine since the dragons didn't like the alliance. So Raphion looked at Favnir then said "I'm looking for the Resistance so I can join their cause."

[thewizardguy]

The smell was elusive. Never in Favnir's childhood, or in his many years of wandering the Earth, can he remember smelling anything quite like it. However, within the scent, more subtly, is the hidden scent of roses, plants, and trees. Rot and decay, a fresh harvest, the sea, wet grass, and feces. A variety of smells, each of which you have smelled at some point in your life, and some you don't recognize, somehow blending into a single distinct odor. It is an odd one, to say the least.

[Laggia]

thewizardguy said
Dunmur drops down low, reaching out with both axes and hooking them around your ankles. With a single pull you're thrown onto your back, the blades stopped by your armored boots. He then quickly dashes forward once more, using the fall to his advantage as he seeks to get in close, where you can't swing Morgathar effectively, using his weight to press his own axes towards your neck.

Bazgulub was laying there. Droping Morgathar and Blocking with his steel galutes and getting his own legs. kicking them into your stomach with brutal strenght and would send you flying

[thewizardguy]

NoahFire said
Angel gulps "Uhoh.... Chessmaster... what do you want?! Im not helping you hurt people... what do you want from me?!" Angel asks as she pulls her hood down. She growls angirly.

The massive figure takes a single look down at you, and then falls silent. A light seeps through the darkness, and within moments, it grows to blinding. A woman of equal stature to the Chessmaster walks over the chessboard, eight glowing white wings emerging from her back. She has no face, and in each hand she holds a long blade, dripping with fresh blood, an aura of fear and following the woman into the room. Her gown is long and trailing, complete white, and she, also, sits down. You find yourself standing in between two Gods, on the edge of light and darkness.
"So this is the one you spoke of?" The woman's voice is almost a song, filled with hope and certainty. However, it is the calm, unbroken voice of a killer, one who would not hesitate to slaughter thousands. She ends a shiver down your spine, as well as filling you with confidence. A faceless justice, with no mercy for those who know sin. The face of light in this twisted world, which has no time for pity or compassion.
"She is indeed. Is she adequate?" The Chessmaster's voice was familiar in a horrifying way. Still it was filled with misery and pain, as if the being it came from longed for death, and it evoked the same emotions in those that heard it. Twisted and evil, corrupting life into something not worth living. It's face is hidden behind a mask of deceit, it's many hands reaching across the land, moving men like chess pieces. The Chessmaster never fails to strike fear into your heart.
Shiria, Goddess of Justice and the Divine Light, nods to Chessmaster, Lord of Deception and Despair. The air trembles, as these two beings briefly test one another's might, a matching of wilpower, like the testing of the strength in one's handshake. Then, both sides move their hands. You find yourself unwillingly flung towards Shiria, as a large black gem is moved towards the Chessmaster. "Then, let us finish our business. My time is not my own."
There's a flash, a swirling tornado of magic, and then, you're sitting in a wooden cabin, alone. There's a feeling of emptiness, cramptness, the power of the Gods that had been here before your eyes leaving an odd longing for the magic their presence brings. Like a sugar high, however, it soons runs out. The confusion and trembling of your hands, however, would last for a long time yet.

[thewizardguy]

FoxFireOfDawn said
"Well, what do we have here..." Xerxes mumbles before smirking and slowly walking towards the entrance to the house. He knew well enough what he was getting into, but to him, it didn't matter anymore. After all, every life needs a dash of pepper, right? Xerxes chuckled to himself, before peering inside unconsciously. However, what he didn't notice was that he was slightly red from the flow of darkness he had felt.

He feels a rush of darkness, blackness covering him. It permeats his very form, filling him. For a moment, he himself is a God, surrounded by unimaginable power, flowing through him. His very flesh seems inconsequential, and you're half-tempted to simply leave your body and construct a new one. However, before such thoughts can be put to the test, he is stranded, leaving the energy stream. He finds himself in a massive arching hall, reaching up beyond sight. Covering the walls are corpses, hanging from an array of spikes, arranged like some sort of art, still faintly moving despite their fatal wounds. There's a single door, completely black, from behind which you can sense the power of the God. By the door stands a man with an Oni mask, smiling, blood running down his porcelain cheeks.

[FoxFireOfDawn]

thewizardguy said
He feels a rush of darkness, blackness covering him. It permeats his very form, filling him. For a moment, he himself is a God, surrounded by unimaginable power, flowing through him. His very flesh seems inconsequential, and you're half-tempted to simply leave your body and construct a new one. However, before such thoughts can be put to the test, he is stranded, leaving the energy stream. He finds himself in a massive arching hall, reaching up beyond sight. Covering the walls are corpses, hanging from an array of spikes, arranged like some sort of art, still faintly moving despite their fatal wounds. There's a single door, completely black, from behind which you can sense the power of the God. By the door stands a man with an Oni mask, smiling, blood running down his porcelain cheeks.

Xerxes takes a few moments to simply admire the magnificent art that had took place here, mumbling under his breath with eyes twinkling at the glory of it all. His face stays red as he feels a sort of passion in his heart, before he turns to the man with the oni mask. "Were you the creator of this magnificent art?" He simply asks, smiling happily, yet a sadness lingers behind it somehow.

[NoahFire]

thewizardguy said
The massive figure takes a single look down at you, and then falls silent. A light seeps through the darkness, and within moments, it grows to blinding. A woman of equal stature to the Chessmaster walks osenses ae chessboard, eight glowing white wings emerging from her back. She has no face, and in each hand she holds a long blade, dripping with fresh blood, an aura of fear and following the woman into the room. Her gown is long and trailing, complete white, and she, also, sits down. You find yourself standing in between two Gods, on the edge of light and darkness."So this is the one you spoke of?" The woman's voice is almost a song, filled with hope and certainty. However, it is the calm, unbroken voice of a killer, one who would not hesitate to slaughter thousands. She ends a shiver down your spine, as well as filling you with confidence. A faceless justice, with no mercy for those who know sin. The face of light in this twisted world, which has no time for pity or compassion."She is indeed. Is she adequate?" The Chessmaster's voice was familiar in a horrifying way. Still it was filled with misery and pain, as if the being it came from longed for death, and it evoked the same emotions in those that heard it. Twisted and evil, corrupting life into something not worth living. It's face is hidden behind a mask of deceit, it's many hands reaching across the land, moving men like chess pieces. The Chessmaster never fails to strike fear into your heart.Shiria, Goddess of Justice and the Divine Light, nods to Chessmaster, Lord of Deception and Despair. The air trembles, as these two beings briefly test one another's might, a matching of wilpower, like the testing of the strength in one's handshake. Then, both sides move their hands. You find yourself unwillingly flung towards Shiria, as a large black gem is moved towards the Chessmaster. "Then, let us finish our business. My time is not my own."There's a flash, a swirling tornado of magic, and then, you're sitting in a wooden cabin, alone. There's a feeling of emptiness, cramptness, the power of the Gods that had been here before your eyes leaving an odd longing for the magic their presence brings. Like a sugar high, however, it soons runs out. The confusion and trembling of your hands, however, would last for a long time yet.

Angel lets out a sigh, trying to calm herself "What was that about?... And where am I?...." She asks herself a bit quietly. Angel walks around the cabin looking for anyone, or a sign that someone was there before. Angel also sences aeound to see if any person is around.

[SomeoneSomewere]

Favnir's scaly eyebrows rose as he said that he was looking for the resistance. He said," and how would they know if they could trust you?" He focused on him, eyes flashing. He surprisingly liked the smell that came off of Raphion.

[jorthon]

Raphion thought about what he would do. Then looked at Favnir and said in Thronian "I'll just talk to them like this. You think this would convince them?"

[SomeoneSomewere]

Favnir tilted his head, a grin forming on his face, before replying in the same language," parhaps. But many elves know the language, including a dragon. I could take you to them, but I would have to take you into the air. If I do, you will either be blindfolded or you must keep your eyes closed until I say otherwise. Am I clear?" His orange eyes flashed, his head looming closer to the elf to be within to feet of him. He was serious, because he took everyone wishing to enter the resistance to be a potential threat.

[jorthon]

Raphion nodded then said "If you would do so I would be ever grateful." He pulled off a piece of cloth from his bag then tied it on tightly making it to where he couldn't see. He looked in Favnir's general direction saying "I'm ready when you are."

[thewizardguy]

catmint said
Ryu is gasping for air as he finally slows to a stop. Sounds and images of death echo through his mind, and no matter what he couldn't seem to shake it. He tries to make sense of what just happened, but he still feels bewildered. Ryu's paws find the roots of an old tree, and sits back on his haunches. Ryu shakes, trying to regain his bearings. He seems to be safe for now, but he knows that Ryu can't sit around. Ryu stands back up, and races further into the forest, running from the horrors behind. Ryu runs for as long as he can, and only slows when he hears sounds of other beings.

Ryu finds his feet guiding him in a certain way, above others. Instinct seems to drive you there, regardless of feeble-minded resistance. However, soon enough, you walk into a clearing, where a dragon is speaking to an elf who's stuck in a rosebush, pinned to a tree. However, the oddities have not yet ceased. You find that, for whatever odd reason, your clothes have transformed into green elven armor, a mark of the resistance. In your bag, which now looks a lot more elegant, there is a letter, which you know instinctively is addressed to the elf. Furthermore, you can feel the points of your ears......

[thewizardguy]

Laggia said
Bazgulub was laying there. Droping Morgathar and Blocking with his steel galutes and getting his own legs. kicking them into your stomach with brutal strenght and would send you flying

Your foot finds solid purchase against the rough scales of Dunmur's armor, and he's flung backwards, his ribs saved only by the very same armor. He gives you no time to retrieve Morgathar, however, as he immediately kicks at your side, and kicks the axe away from you, positioning himself in between you and your weapon. "Let us see how well you fight without Morgathar by your side!" Dunmur smiles, twirling his axes, ready for anything.

[thewizardguy]

FoxFireOfDawn said
Xerxes takes a few moments to simply admire the magnificent art that had took place here, mumbling under his breath with eyes twinkling at the glory of it all. His face stays red as he feels a sort of passion in his heart, before he turns to the man with the oni mask. "Were you the creator of this magnificent art?" He simply asks, smiling happily, yet a sadness lingers behind it somehow.

The man with the mask simply opens the door, from which flows a black inklike substance, insubstantial as it is cold. "Enter" the man with the mask steps away, and disappears the moment you lose him from your sight.

[thewizardguy]

NoahFire said
Angel lets out a sigh, trying to calm herself "What was that about?... And where am I?...." She asks herself a bit quietly. Angel walks around the cabin looking for anyone, or a sign that someone was there before. Angel also sences aeound to see if any person is around.

A shadow with no owner seems to scurry into a dark corner of the cabin inexplicably, but for the rest, everything seems to be normal. It's an old elven house, fallen into disrepair. Outside, you can hear a child playing. There's nothing but traces left of the presence that had been here but moments ago.

[FoxFireOfDawn]

thewizardguy said
The man with the mask simply opens the door, from which flows a black inklike substance, insubstantial as it is cold. "Enter" the man with the mask steps away, and disappears the moment you lose him from your sight.

Xerxes follows the made command, lowering his head slightly as he walks towards the door before entering, not knowing what will become of him in the slightest.