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7 yrs ago
Current Current Mood - I meant to behave . . . but there were too many other options
8 yrs ago
'Not all those who wander are lost' . . . and, to be frank, if they were most of them wouldn't admit it anyway ;)
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8 yrs ago
If your dreams don't scare you, they aren't BIG enough!
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10 yrs ago
I don't go Crazy. I am Crazy. I just go normal from time to time. ;)
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@RabidAnubis An extra special brew, complete with essence of dragon fire, pixie wings (which are highly intoxicating, mind you) and the like XD

@Deadnaut Does he have a special song to bellow whilst in midair? Because, I could be mistaken, but I have a feeling he'd be the type to have special theme songs for random situations.
That would be hilarious!!! I can just see him blasting through the air hollering XD
Mountains passes never had been the best places to travel through, especially when paired with unnatural inclement weather and the threat of world take over looming in the near future.
Malaena did not particularly care for such roads herself, there were too many things that could go wrong in the unevenly narrow channels cut between mountains, too many places that offered perfect hiding places for those intent on ambush. Yet in this instance she was not terribly concerned about this particular route, Hopsfield himself seemed far more comfortable with their current path than he had been the entire trip thus far, no doubt due to the fact that the Turmien Pass was under the control and protection of a well known and highly respected order. As far as everyone was concerned there was no sign to indicate that this leg of their journey was going to be any more difficult than the past couple of days.

Not until, that is, the battered walls of the The Order of Schlucht finally loomed into view.

Truth be told, when the group drew near enough the fortress to realize something was horribly amiss, Malaena was relieved, intensely keen for a change of pace and a refreshing bought of conflict to do away with the mindless task of placing one foot in front of the other, not to mention providing some distraction from the less than ideal travel companions.
The inability to take to the skies had not been a great hardship at first, it had been interesting to study fellow travelers and gather bits and pieces of information that might come in useful further down the road. After awhile, however, peevish whining about chilled fingers and aching feet from many of the underlings had begun to bring out an irritable side of the phoenix. The sudden chance to set something on fire could not have come at a more convenient time, as it provided an excellent outlet and completely avoiding the risk of destroying the tenuous alliance between herself and the others.

While orders began to ripple through the ranks and the companies prepared to defend themselves, Malaena took the opportunity to slip out of the midst of the wagons and bustling people, skimming along the uneven edges of the pass until she found a small goat track carved into the wall. Nimble feet picked out the narrow path, carrying her upward at a steep angle, and in a matter of seconds she was perched among a group of jagged boulders taking in every detail of the scene below.

Emaciated skeletons swarmed the siege torn walls of the fortress, their movements abrupt and unpredictable much as one would expect from the undead. Yet the longer she studied them an unsettling feeling began to stir, there was something off about the entire thing for even though several dozen kept randomly spilling forward to attack the small force gathered at the foot of the walls, the majority of the undead remained where they were, simply seething about in a confusion of movement, never truly attempting to overwhelm the attacking force.

It was almost as though they were waiting for something.

A wave of extra heat flooded her body, spreading and growing in intensity until it appeared as though a thin veil of shimmering flames clung to her entire form. Every movement caused ripples of brilliant blue to shoot through the glow of white hot fire, and the second Malaena lifted her hand the veil disappeared, flowing through her core and limbs to collect at the tips of her fingers.
Perhaps there was a chance the mass of undead were waiting for higher orders, perhaps they were simply becoming accustomed to their newfound un-deadness. Whatever the case, she was quite certain the question would be discussed and figured out later, right now she had some steam to blow off, and a perfect target with which to focus upon.

The tiniest twitch of her fingers sent the globe of fire spinning through the air toward the fortress walls. Keen silver eyes focused intently on the projectile, a ripple of golden light dancing through the pupils as the globe suddenly shifted form, stretching and spinning until it became a ribbon of flames that crashed into the wall, flowing like water down the stones and engulfing a swarm of undead that had just burst from one of the openings. The force of the blast and the energy that had been put into it caused the the wave of fire to continue on its deadly course, crashing into the ground at the foot of the wall and spilling outward in a rush of intense heat and flames, dissipating just before overcoming the group of soldiers gathered beneath the purple banner. No doubt they wouldn't be overly thankful about almost becoming burnt to a crisp, but she had every reason to believe a few scorch marks were far more reasonable to endure than having various limbs ripped rather unceremoniously from their bodies.

Apparently the army of undead did not appreciate the attack either, for quite suddenly the creatures surged forward, driven by a renewed sense of purpose and verocity as they poured out of holes and over the top of the walls like an angry nest of disturbed ants.
Faint traces of an amused smile shadowed the corners of Malaena's lips as three more bursts of reddish fire soared through the air to explode amongst the swarming multitude.

What a refreshing turn of events.

NOOOOO!!!!!! I was working on a post last night, my laptop froze up five minutes ago requiring a restart, and it's all gone! :( Serves me right for not remembering to save it to a document I suppose.

Help might arrive if my lack of technological skills and glitchy laptop can keep from further complicating my ability to finish a post . . .
Oh definitely, lots of fire and heat and ash, and . . . what exactly kills undead anyway?
Both work and a two day trip are going to render this week fairly iffy for writing. I'll try start working on a post, but just wanted to let you all know I might not be able to post until Friday or Saturday.
I'm still lurking about as well :)
@RabidAnubis Exactly :) They just want to settle in next to a warm fire with a cup of tea and muscle rub for their aching joints. :D
I keep getting snatches of internal monologue from a character that I'm not using :D "Whoa whoa, you expect us to save the world AND avert impending doom for poor, unsuspecting citizens? What do we look like, heroes or something?"
Time melted into an endless sea of wind and snow as the party progressed slowly but doggedly over the frozen landscape. Nothing remotely resembled recognizable landscapes any more, everything having been buried under still accumulating layers of thick snow, seemingly intent on rendering the entire world completely flat and frozen in time.

Catching an updraft Malaena took the brief moment to rest her wings, letting the air current bear her higher in a lazy curve. It did not last long, and a moment later she dipped into an opposing current, spinning in a tight arc that dropped her lower once more, leveling off and returning her gaze to the mass of blurry shadows below.
She had taken the last couple of days to study those on the ground, gaining what little knowledge that could be garnered from this distance. There had not been much interaction between the parties during the single meal they had all shared back at Hopsfield's home, and even if there had been she would have remained at a distance, content to keep to herself and observe.

A rush of wind caught Malaena's attention when the angel shot downward, a swirl of snow following her to the ground as she landed and disappeared into one of the wagons near the center of the caravan. Other than the hasty introduction between herself and Hopsfield himself the only other person Malaena had actually exchanged words with had turned out to be the daughter of their host. While the initial tension between the two lingered the pair had apparently come to a silent, mutual agreement of completely ignoring each other. At least, for the time being, who knew what the future would hold.

It was growing rather tiresome, all this endless blowing and snow, and Malaena was half considering joining the caravan for a change of pace, when she spotted something on the horizon. Blurry and faint, but definitely there.
Powerful wings beat against the angry wind as she surged upward until her line of vision was, if not clear, slightly more defined. Moments later the great bird plummeted toward the ground, wings tucked close together as she spun downward at an alarming speed.

Horses shied and pranced away as the phoenix landed in a flurry of feathers and veils of curling smoke. Before their riders had managed to calm the startled mounts Malaena had emerged from the dissipating cloud of smoke and vapor, waving one of the paladins over with a flick of her wrist to inform him of what she had seen.

No doubt there would be a discussion of what course of action to take, and it was for this reason alone she did not immediately return to the sky, instead weaving her way toward the middle of the caravan and taking a moment to examine the surroundings at ground level. After all that effort to change she might as well stay on the ground for awhile and see what moods were circulating amongst all these wagons and shuffling feet.
Many she passed seemed completely miserable, tucked into their furs as tightly as possible, paying no heed to their left or right, simply trudging onward until they were given the command to halt. No doubt a good portion of them would suffer from severe frostbite and many other ailments before this entire thing had come to completion.

Rounding the corner of a sturdy wagon Malaena approached the spot where Hopsfield stood, just in time to overhear Volkimir voice his question, fitful wind snatching away the words as quickly as they left his mouth.

"You are correct in your assumption." Covering the last few feet between them, Malaena nodded her head slightly as she confirmed the Dark Prince's question. Even as she spoke she was studying both men, gauging their body language and expressions. While Volkimir did not offer much, Hopsfield was somewhat easier to read. He seemed distracted, as though dealing with an internal conflict and attempting get a handle on himself before hasty judgments were called.

"We have apparently stumbled upon the very path a fair sized group of northmen seem to be aiming to take. Their numbers are sizeable, but from this distance it is unclear as to what their intention may be."
There were several possible reasons for those of the north to head further south. They could be bent on using this unnatural winter to their advantage, amassing an army and setting out to further expand their territories. Or they could be seeking shelter by abandoning their homes and heading toward what should be milder climates.
In any case it was probable they meant ill-will to those they came across. For barbarians did not simply seek shelter at the mercy of others. They laid claim and conquered.
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