Rhaevnn Xeno

The Prophecy

Alrighty, post is up! A little dissatisfied at its length, but I plan on responding to both Merc and Yoshua once they get up their initial responses up. :3

The Prophecy

It was all going so well to the last minute plan - the Fixer had landed on top of his ally, giving the vampire a bigger target to attack, the newest member of the brawl of shadows was ready to attack with his magics (or so said the flaring surge of magical energy in the penin's general direction), and Morgan was hurtling towards the grappling assassins at a terrifying speed. 'He is desperate.' Morgan thought victoriously as his target made for a foolishly last ditch dodge, planting himself over the red hood with a single arm. Such a feat of strength was impressive, the vampire could not deny, but as the vampire's legs began to coil for the finishing flying leap, a shadow of doubt floated across his mind, 'Why now would he make such a careless mista--' The vampire's thoughts would be cut short as what happened next, in the midst of the Fixer's action, Ixie's taunting and plummeting dagger, and even Thrainsson's own flying form, caused Morgan's eyes to widen in disbelief and sheer surprise. The Fixer had disappeared; his energy signature, his body, everything -- gone! Only one thought presented itself as the vampire's dark form crashed through the shadowy remains of the legend. 'What magic is this?!'

The vampire's body crumpled into a heap, unable to physically recover with his normal grace. Instead, his eyes remained wide open as the vampire crashed headfirst into the ground's unforgiving surface, his loose clothing easily gather grit and dust onto its brown and green surface as the sniffer skidded to a halt a five or six feet away from the prone form of the sellsword. Morgan would unsteadily rise to his right knee, the sloppy attack brutally punishing his sense of balance. His left gloved hand would rise to head, cradling to dazed skull. 'Did I truly witness what I just saw?' Morgan's hazy eyes darted back to where the Fixer had been only moments ago - yes it was no illusion. Blue's demonic weapon and the remains of smoke were the only remaining proof that their adversary had indeed been there seconds before. Morgan would pull his hand out of the depths of his hood, revealing a wet glove. 'I'm bleeding?' He dabbed more gingerly at his forehead but quickly dismissed it - at worst, it could only be skinned flesh and would recover in seconds. The vampire took up a defensive stance, his legs finding more solid ground as stars in front of his eyes began to fade. Now their common enemy was gone, would his temporary allies become foes? His brows twitched downward for a moment before returning to a deadpan expression under his hooded face, silently waiting for words to be spoken in the aftermath of the Fixer's disappearance.

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(Curse of the double post :c)

The Prophecy

(Double posting is a terrible thing ;_;)

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~IN THE BEGINNING~
Time: Second Hour and Second Quarter of MiddleDay

The Old Boar's Inn; Bar
[Missile/Pullo/Kresnik/Locien]

At Missile's answer, Locien's shoulders would visibly sad, his face slowly morphing into one of pure rejectment. However, at the mention of having a sip of her drink, the shoulder's immediately perked up. "A very generous offer, mate. Thankee." A gloved hand would quickly snatch up the small glass, taking a more-than-mouthful swig, greedily throwing the contents to the back of his throat. However, The Gargleblaster was a drink even the most seasoned drinkers would not be able to withstand. The elven bard's head flew backward, toppling his limp frame head over heels out of his barstool and crashing into the wooden floor. His instrument would make a strange sound, the mixture of an off key twang of strings mingled with the odd clunk of a half stung drum. However, his face would be plastered with a drunken grin, his lips mumbling something. If Missile care to know what he was saying, he would repeat it, his voice a whispering giggle, "You could have warned me it was a gargleblaster, yeh little witch."

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[Alec]

The creature would scream in agony as Alec's foot connected solidly against the creatures midsection, forcibly wrenching her from her death grasp and onto the ground with a solid thump. Incessant growling would come from it as the demi-god paced around it, his words fading into the surrounding darkness. Suddenly, his wife's head would turn a full 180 degrees, her fallen form twisting grotesquely towards him, back now front. "But I am like your wife, Alec." Another terrible shriek ripped from her deformed throat, claws on her hands growing to impossibly, nightmarishly long lengths. "I was never the same after you changed! Never! NEVER!" Claws were swiping left and right, becoming faster, faster, faster. The demigod might be able to dodge the first, then second, and maybe even third strike, but his dead wife's strikes would become to fast. Maybe in the real world, where his godlike reflexes could have saved him, but in this state of mind, he was just a man and he would be gutted just like one. Blood would pour like a river as Alec's innards would rip from his abdomen as Eva would begin to flay her husband, screaming one word over and over, "NEVER! NEVER! NEVER!" Pain would be present and the darkness would swallow him whole, the last thing he would see were his wife's deformed eyes, glaring evilly down on him as her lips screamed the same word, over and over...

But the darkness would be banished as Alec's eyes jarred open, gazing skyward on his back in the middle of a tall, looming forest, the grey barked trees mingling with a ever present mist. hat were covered in ice and the melting remains of a never-ending winter. When (and if) Alec rose from his prone position, he would find himself in a place where winter was dying and the silent, wet comings of spring were creeping into its season. Dead leaves mingled with crusty snow, all mixed together in a frozen mud that could only be brought by the breaking of winter. The trees around him would be incrusted in a brittle ice - clearly continuing to show the ongoing struggle between winter and spring. Around him, there would be no other sound or sight of life. The air would be visibly with every breath, biting into his gouging wound left by his late wife (though even the skin under his clothes would feel icy) as no present path was presented - he would be painfully lost, with no true direction to direct his next move.

The Prophecy

I'm also planning to post today, or at the very latest tomorrow. :3

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Feisty-Pants said
Of course you don't know who I am....I didn't stick around long sadly.

Ah, I see, I see. Well, if you want to join, you're more than welcome. :3

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Feisty-Pants said
OMG OMG K.GN KM.GBFSHDU HFHRB.YOU LFG FORUM GUYS MADE IT HERE?!?!?!?!I used to frequent those ages ago! ^_^How have you all been?!

Why hello! :P Though I'm afraid I don't know who you are. ^_^;;

Lionheart said
I would like to point out that Sortiara is actually incredibly small as far as Rocs go, in fact she's only slightly larger then a normal eagle.

._. Well then. Time to make an edit! Aaand fix'd.

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So that double post... *Sigh* Life always draws at me. e_e...

Regardless, post is up. Also, the next couple days is a mini-break for my college, so I will be posting sporadically. The more you post, the more I will! :3 Enjoy guys.

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~IN THE BEGINNING~
Time: Second Hour and Second Quarter of MiddleDay

Old Boar's Inn; Lobby
[Locien/Ganti]

Locien would chuckle, eventually leading to a full blown laugh as Ganti's ramblings increased, his tassels thrown back with his merry head. "No mate, he's actually not that bad. Just full of angst and untapped heroism." Locien paused, quirking his head upwards, "That and maybe just a little bit of darkness thrown into the mix." Quickly, his head would be propped under a gloved hand, as if throughly enthralled by the mention of the Shepard of Fire, "But this chaotic, too spooky for you, god you mentioned. Tell me more, for I have not heard this story quite yet. And what is this 'Fitz' you speak of? Sounds quite enthralling, to be honest."

Just as quickly, however, the elven bard's attention would snap to the empty tankard, and then the bar. Smoothly sliding out of the booth (while brushing Ganti aside), he exclaimed, "But first, mate -- booze. Care to to join me?" Without waiting for a response, he would begin to limp his way back to the black stoned surface of the bar...

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The Old Boar's Inn; Bar
[Missile/Pullo/Kresnik/Locien]

The sharkman eyed Missile suspiciously, his hands uncrunching from the counter top as his gruff voice voiced his thoughts, "Y-you do?" He looked from the dhampir to the dilconius, as if he were trying to detect some sort of joke between them. "Cause I've been hearing some people complaining that my cobbler wasn't that great anymore..." Bruce would look back to Kresnik, and then to Missile, large fingers pressed together as he gave a slight bow, "Sorry, mates. Orders will be coming up. Both of 'em. On the house." Drinks would be hastily stirred, mixed, and placed before them in all of their alcholic glory before Bruce turned to go. However, something jolted him, cause the hulking crossbreed to turn back to Missile. "Did you say that the Boar is drunk downstairs?" If the pink haired woman gave affirmation, Bruce would sigh heavily, putting a large hand to where his forehead would be, muttering under his breath, more than to himself than anyone else, "Guess I'll have to go get him.... -- DAVEY!" The kitchen shutters would open, the cook's eyes peeping out, "One full clucker, with crushed Irish'd butter, and one of mine -- for him." The shark's massive forefinger would point to Kresnik before disappearing behind the swinging door...

...In which Locien would appear, firmly planting himself between Missile and Kresnik, "Allo mates." Turning his attention to the bar, with eyes closed, he began to rattle off an order, "I'd like a double-gutted tent shot with extra sprung juice and three eyeballs." Opening his eyes, a drastically disappointed frown would appear on his face, "Oi, where'd the barkeep go?"

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The WildWood; West Hemisquare
[Garret]

Another giggle. "Yes, expose. Brave knight, you wished to know where the nearest place of home is. But out in this wild, wild wood, such shelter is well hidden and does not welcome strangers. More than once has fate tempted those to find those who hide, but alas for the seekers, Death had better placement for their desires. Rarely is such precious information exposed to all those who seek to hide from dangers."

A step of the delicate frame was taken towards the demonblooded knight, "But I sense great honor in you, sir. And for this, I can give your needs under my guidance. But I cannot do so with your friend flying above." If Garret hesitated, she would smile softly, "Your guide is a creature that would frighten many. Do not worry, my dear knight - you will be well." If he accepted the offer, she would fully walk to him, coming so close that she could look directly look to his eyes, "Come brave knight." Her clawed hand would softly grasp one of his, tugging on it as she began to lead him, "Let us go."

However, if Garret didn't quite trust her, questions and riddles could always continue to extract information..."