RPG Rapture

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]First of all, here's a list of everyone who made it in.

Final Flash: Khagrash
DeathKnight: Kenneth
Juuthena: Laitina
The Harlequin: Rali
Raiye: Tasamer
Ajeh: Selkis
Rhys Mayiessen: Shayleigh
Lady Asphyxia: Edonae
James: Sabel

Sorry it took so long! ^_^;
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[center]~*Amarth I daul imdùath in elgladhrim*~[/center]


The council smoked their long-necked pipes patiently. It had been a month since they had sent the ravens. The seven sat amongst themselves in a throng, silently. Each of the seven were wise, and had all recieved immortality. Beren, the wisest of the seven, wore a hooded robe, and an ivory mask upon his face. The mask showed no expression, neither anger, fear, happiness or pain. It showed feelings, yet it explained his life. He wore an amulet of gold, with a hawk engraved into it.

Suddenly, two ravens flew inside the stained glass windows, perching under the belltower of Istgùl overhead. Three more flew inside, letting out squaks and caws of exaustion, after flying for weeks to find the recipents of each letter.

Beren lifted his chin slowly, as if waking from a dream.

"They should arrive within four days." Beren spoke, unmoved by the reckless clamor of the birds. "Those who do not arrive by then are dead."

"Indeed. Those who arrive alive will prove themselves worthy of this mission." Istaiel added, eyes fixed at the gate. "It is a dangerous road to take to come here. Most will die before they reach the gate. Our borders are riddled with mountains, and the path will be steep for those on horses."

"And the hawks. They will attack anything that reaches these borders." Beren stated, calmly rising from his seat.

Beren walked to the gate, with his hands behind his back. The darkness began to wane as the crimson rays of dawn crept over the peaks of the snowcapped mountains to the east. His eyes lingered to the east, then west, then to the south. There was stil no sign of those who had recieved the messages.
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Laitina's horse slowed to a trot as they found themselves at the rim of Pelinbor, the white mountains of Istgùl. Pelinbor ment 'white hand' in Elvish. People used to fear to go through the mountains, for those who entered the labyrinth never returned.

There was word amongst her people that there was a river, full of skulls of those who had fallen from the cliffs of Pelinbor, and the hawks could be seen picking at the bones at daylight. There was a tablet of stone which marked the southern edge of the mountains. Engraved in the tablet, were the words 'Amarth I' in Elvish.

"Doom is..." She read out loud, stroking the smooth letters with mystery.

Laitina felt a chill in the air as a light breeze whispered through the trees. She shuddered, and tugged on her horse's bridle. It moved forward, as Laitina pat the horse on its side encouragingly.[/color] [/size]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: I'd almost forgotten this thing existed...

IC: [I]Rali looked over the large pit before him, shadows the other side distorted from the heat waves shimmering upwards from the pool below. Much of the underground cave system known as the Elcrinth Way. Labrynthine, either eternally dark or molten, not to mention populated with creatures bizarre and dangerous in the extreme, the Elcrinth Way is no place for anyone not schooled to its perils. Surface dwellers, no matter who or what they were, didn't survive down here. One way or another. Whether through cave falls, lava pits, monsters, or sheer shattered minds from the endless dark, they died.

Ironically, those who lived down here rarely survived on the surface. Rali had been up there, and he knew that the dangerous up there, while quite often more open than those of the Elcrinth Way, had their own unseen pitfalls. The main one seemed to be humans and their ilk.

The lythanoids were a small, but successful tribe. The entire race lived together, in an immense cavern they termed the Elcrithian. The lythanoids named most of the things down here, though there were several more successful, more widepsread, more evolved, forms of life. Still, the Lythanoids made what rules there were down here. The dark elves of legend, the deep dwarves, the albino, apelike hulking khardmok, strongest creatures known, pound for pound, even avoided Rali's tribe. A powerful legend, no one really sure what it was founded on.

And Rali's tribe avoided him. More, they had thrown him out. For, a simple tribe, they were unaccustomed to the darker side of spiritual life. Darkness itself, they were more than accustomed to. But when Rali entered that other darkness, he had, in their eyes, become something other than one of them. He was no longer fit to stay with the tribe. Rali hadn't really minded. He was capable of surviving on his own, something that very few were capable of doing. But he had done so for a long time now.

Without further thought, he leapt, wings splaying outwards. The heat waves carried him up, and he rode them like an eagle rides thermals. Here wa a sky that eagles had never touched. Nighthunters ruled the air in these places. They even congregated above the Elcrithian. And took the occasional unwary Lythanoid as prey. The unwary always died down here. It was the way of things.

Rali reached the edge of the pit, settling easily onto the ledge. He stretched his limbs idly, wondering what exactly this was serving. Why he continued to push himself to survive. He looked around at the cave he called his domain. Well, it had been his domain, until another had claimed it. A fire drake, a subterranean creature greater by far than the dragons that populated the surface, had stuck its head up through the pit of molten rock, and liked what he saw. He had stayed, and occasionally tried to make a meal of Rali. Its head reared up now, looking at the lythanoid contemplatively. Rali ducked back, into a crevasse slightly higher than his six foot head. Far too small for the drake's jaws. He had often wondered about this strange game they played. He knew, that when he survived, that the drake lost. But he knew that when he survived, he didn't win. How did he win then?

The thought suddenly struck him. He left. Left the place altogether, permanently denied the drake of a meal. But where would he go? The Elcrinth Way had few places hospitable, though the term may seem strange, as this. And the Elcrinth Way was getting boring, and Rali needed the challenge, the push, the constant danger, to keep himself sharp, to give him the edge he needed to survive. Not physically, but mentally. The edge, the fierce knowledge that he in his own way could handle everything that came for him, gave him the spirit, the resilience, to live. And where else to test himself but the place he understood least?

Rali stepped back onto the ledge, looking the drake in the eye. He leapt upwards, landing on its snout. It reared, startled. Rali leapt upwards, using the thermals to carry him upwards. The drake roared, the heat from its breath carrying him upwards even faster. The drake shot upwards, jaws open horribly wide. Rali swept his wings, carrying himself sideways. The drake missed by inches, scales larger than his torso shooting past Rali's eyes dangerously fast. The drake subsided downwards for another vertical lunge, but snapped a long way under Rali's feet. Rali landed on a higher ledge, one he rarely visited. Because it only lead one place. A small, seemingly insignifigant crack, with a strange light coming through. Not the red, orange glow that one saw often in the Elcrinth Way, but bright, yellow light, that illuminated something blue.

Rali, and the seven other Lythanoids, now all dead, that have visited the surface, knew what that place held. The entire Lythanoids nation, only seven members ever having visited the surface. The last one to visit had done so nearly half a thousand years ago. And all of those visits had lasted less than 10 cycles of their sun and moon, or days, as the surface dwellers called them. Rali had been up there considerably longer. His next visit would be even more extended.

As he clasped his wings to his side to let him get through the narrow gap, he wondered if he was ready for the world above. He had a feeling he'd at least cause a bit of a stir.[/font][/color][/I]

[Rhys Mayiessen]

[color=skyblue][i]Shayleigh looked down at the valley she had come to. This should be a good place to rest for the night, she thought. If I could just find a cave then I would have a perfect place to start a fire. The only thing she had to worry about was hunting. There didn't seem to be much animals in the valley but Shayleigh could at least find a rabbit to eat.

Shayleigh urged her tired horse on, crooning to it and promising a few carrots that would be waiting for him in the valley. She spotted a hole in the rocky cliff that lead to the valley and decided to investigate. The cave was spacious, just enough to accomidate Shayleigh and the horse.

After catching a good sized rabbit Shayleigh made a fire and cooked it on a spit. She finally called it a day and laid down to rest but found she couldn't fall asleep. She stared at the rocky ceiling of the cave until droseyness came upon her.[/i][/color]

[conpiracymonki]

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The mage wiped his forehead, and climbed down the final gentle sloping mountainside in small tired steps. He had no horse, and was thoroughly exhausted, but the contents of the letter he had receieved were more than enough to drive him on. Menacing white kites flew overhead, circling about above in a very threatening way. They were far from small, and had deep red eyes, that could be seen even from the valley below.

Sylkis, the mage, reached the foot of the mountain, and looked at the birds above. They were watchers of the white mountains of Pelinbor: guardians of Istg?. He was nearing the southern face of the 'white hand', and he knew there would be more watchers as he got closer. And they would grow in numbers and ferocity with each encounter. And Sylkis walked on.

One of the birds screeched a command, and broke the circle formation, speeding a line towards the unsuspecting dark mage. The child came to a halt, dropping his head. He raised his staff at the line of birds, incoherently muttering unholy incantations and curses.

And the birds stopped where they flew in the air, suspended momentarily from invisible strings.

And then the mage continued his journey towards the perilous mountains of Istg?, making sure not to step on the rotting corpses of the dead birds in his path...[b]

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Selkis.. Sylkis... it's all good.
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[James]

[color=#808080]Dark rains from the north blanketed the countryside that evening. Few travellers were on the roads; only those who's livelihood relied on the trade between towns. At the head of the nearby hills, the kingdom of Solstice sat as a dark silhouette to the night sky. As lightning flashed, the outer walls and elaborate turrets combined to form the image of some kind of enormous black creature that was crouched on its haunches over the hills.

But, despite the lack of movement and light within the kingdom, it was at the foothills nearby that the true merriment was occurring. One of the most famous taverns in the region -- [i]The White Unicorn[/i] -- was hosting an oddly full crowd on this evening. The bartop's surface was barely visible for the hundreds of pitchers laid over it.

At one end of the deep red wood bartop sat a young elf by the name of Sabel. Unbeknownst to those in the tavern, he'd been entrusted to an important task -- one that the King himself had entrusted to him. But at this moment, Sabel's focus was on his food and drink that, at The White Unicorn, was always rich and colourful.

One voice made itself heard over the lively din of the tavern -- the voice of a rather large man who was obviously enjoying his ale a little [i]too[/i] much. Sitting next to him was a much smaller man, who seemed to be nervously serveying the room as though trying to apologize to every patron for his friend's behavior.

"Aye! They shhay, all thosh prophets, that we're getting all corrupted theshe daysh!"

The large man paused to take a large swig of ale (some of which dripped down over his shirt, which only added to the already sizeable stain there).

"Yeah, you know, thosh prophets...they think they're sho shmart!! Well I tell ya, I ain't never sheen a greedy corrupted pershon in thesh parts 'afore...[size=3][color=brown]Hic![/color][/size]...[size=1]shcuze me...[/size]"

As much as Sabel was tempted to grin -- maybe even chuckle -- at the ramblings of the drunk, his better judgement demanded otherwise. Afterall, the prophets of Solstice had been making many claims in recent times. And as much as Sabel didn't want to believe such claims, it was apparent to everyone in the area that there was some validity to them. Indeed, corruption was beginning to cling to Solstice, as Ivy might cling to the walls of the old chapel in the town square. And as each new sunrise and sunset passed, the grip of that ivy increased ever so slightly.

Sabel continued to sip his ale slowly. For now, he wanted to forget his troubles and just enjoy his food and drink. He continued to listen, with some minor amusement, to the ramblings of the large drunk man.[/color]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]The treeline ended suddenly, an aburpt halt to such a massive forest that stretched far beyond his mansion to right where he was summoned- It just halted, no slow clearing, nothing- There simply were no more trees, caution overwhelming him from the suspicious nature of the sudden clearing he was in.

But there it was- The lone path that lead straight up into the massive mountainous territories the letter directed to, it forgotten in the river of time, only a few lone elders knowing its location. A strong clap of thunder sounded from overhead, dark clouds overtakeing the white, a steady fall of rain drenching his cloathes. Ignoring it, he picked up the pace to a steady spring, jumping up onto the rough rocky path, its end behind a mountain ahead.

[b]Kenneth[/b]: Damnit.. I thought I was near done with this..

He slowed and looked to a small tree with a rock underneath it, tempted to sit and rest, but quickly putting the thought out of his mind- No rest for the weary, even if he had been running for weeks on end. He resumed running, several paths from differing directions joining the main one he was on- It seemed to be heading to this unknown location to which he was summoned.

Nodding to himself, he picked up the pace, his aim to arrive at the spot within 2 days.. maybe he'll see some of the other peopel that were summoned. Glanceing at a path he was passing he knew that they were coming on those paths, at whatever pace they willed- It was only a matter of time intill they met.[/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]The first thing he remembered was the light. The sun. The harsh, discomforting blinding light that permeated the entire world. But it wasn't there. It was dark, and the open space called 'sky' above him was filled with strange masses of what looked to be rock. Rock in the sky? He stood, exposed, the air chill around him. Strange, sharp, chilling spikes suddenly dived into his skin. He leapt sideways and rolled, looking for his attacker. He found nothing. He looked up, and received another spike to the eye. It ran down his face, and fell onto his lips. Water.

Someone was attacking him, from above, with water? Perhaps these rocks-in-the-sky were sentient, and hostile. That the surface would have such a scourge was somewhat worrying. Rali decided, abruptly, that he would not let the water faze him. Looking around, he stood on a rock ledge. This time, when he looked over the edge, he saw a myraidly coloured panorama. A vista of all sorts of landscapes, strange features he could not identity, as was most of the surface. Small moving shapes. He instinctively ducked back, formulating a plan of attack. Before realising that they were too far away to possibly be any threat...and weren't, in this place, neccessarily hostile anyway.

This world was disorienting, strange, unfathomable. Rocks in the sky that attacked with water, a blinding spectrum of colour, and strangely increased eyesight, as if the air were less thick, allowing vision to penetrate further.

Rali sighed in frustration, muttering something. The words gave him another realisation. He wouldn't be able to understand a thing anyone said...[/font][/color][/I]

[Tasrai]

[COLOR=green][FONT=arial][SIZE=1]Thick, swirling, clouds of gnats all but blocked Tasamer's view, the mage infuriated with himself for going into a swamp was trying to think of something he could do about them when his feet hit something, not the mush of marsh, but the hard feeling of stone. He ran for another a mile before stopping. Tasamer breathed deeply then sighed a sigh of relief and contentment, all the gnats were gone, and the marsh was behind him, he had made it through. Then the a feeling of suspicion and apprehension overwelmed that of contentment and relief, he looked around, a rocky landscape was infront of him that is stretched for what seems like miles, but Tasamer calculated it was only about seventeen to twenty miles, looks can be decieving. Sipping water from his flask he could here sounds from the animals living in this rocky land. A rabbit had just darted from under a rock into about ten yards away from him, the flutter of wings, and a mouse squeak it's last, a hawk had found it's midnight snack. Putting the flask away and picking up his staff Tasamer set off jogging into the night, the darkness hindering him in the least for he could see in the dark, not excellently, but still good enough.

Four hours later, at about three in the morning Tasamer stopped surveyed how far he had gone at least nine to ten miles, far enough, the rocky country was hillier than it looked and he was tired. Laying down with his staff in his hand, Tasamer dozed off into sleep.


Sorry for such a bad and short post I was being rushed I'll do better next post....>.<[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]

[Flash]

Twilight's golden rays weaved through the trees which housed many birds, chirping as the sun sunk behind the jagged mountainous horizon. Through these woods strode one man, his skin dark, and his steps heavy. Upon his back was slung a massive axe, and he was adorned with many spikes; on his gauntlets, shoulder plates and on the back edge of his weapon. His hair was dreaded into thick locks with candle wax, and it protruded from a full-head mask, which covered his entire face all the way around to the back of his neck. The mask itself was fearsome, two circular silver eyes, and a row of thin bars covering the mouth. Woven with strong fibers, and made of heavy leather, this mask was indeed permanently fixed on his face.

He came to a massive canyon, which dropped to a river far below. He frowned. There was no way across, and he loathed the thought of backtracking hundreds of miles. With a sudden burst of thought, the man turned, and caught sight of a tree leaning over the brink of the cliff. He nodded and drew his axe, swinging it around into the trunk of the tree. In a single blow, the tree fell, and crashed downwards, it's top end landing on the opposite side of the cliff. The man sheathed his axe, slinging it back over his back, and walked across the roughly-crafted bridge. With each step he took, the bark of the tree trunk cracked, and the log itself shuddered and split under his sheer size.

Once he had reached the other side of the canyon, he lept off the trunk, and continued on his way. He looked to the mountains east of him. Soon, perhaps in a day or two, he would arrive, and see what truth that letter held.

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]A few hours into the large mountains, Kenneth slowed to a stop, looking at a lone barren tree amongst the stones, not a trace of foliage to be found on it. Instead, there were several crows, all silent, all watching him. One of them fluttered a bit before flying twards him and dropping a note onto the ground directly infront of him, landing back onto the small barren tree. Reaching down, he picked it up, unrolling it in the process.

[i]To the summoned ones, whomever gets this letter is the first to get this far. We request that you wait for the others that were summoned to us, to be more efficent. From this point on its only a days journey, so you are not far. Please wait for the rest of them, so as you can all meet before coming to us- This is to aid you as well.

You'll see.[/i]

Kenneth rolled the scroll up silently, nodding to the crow as he slipped it into a pocket. He walked over to a moderately sized boulder, sitting down on it and shifting uncomfortablely.

[b]Kenneth[/b]: I must live too close to this place or am the only one in a rush to get here..

He closed his eyes silently..

And waited, the very crow that had given him the letter flying off down the path, a serene silence falling.[/color]

[conpiracymonki]

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Sylkis leaned on his staff, and peered across the mountain scape. Possibly an odd half mile ahead, there was someone sitting on a round stone, ravens around him. He seemed to be waiting.

The young mage closed his eyes and thought for a silent moment. Perhaps this was a mountain watcher? Deciding not to be hasty in his judgement, he shot a flairing fire into the air, a signal that he was coming. If the man hadn't noticed him before, then there was no doubt that he had by now. Sylkis opened his eyes again, and made his way forward.[b]

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Ew! Writer's block! Writer's block!
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[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Rali was starting to get mildly annoyed. He would have gotten more so, but he was pretty certain that that was part of the rocks-in-the-sky-that-attacked-with-water's plan. He was in the midst of thinking how absurd that entire idea sounded when he heard a loud croaking sound.

Thinking it one of the huge cave dwelling toads that inhabited the Elcrinth Way, he immediately dove to his left, to avoid the long sticky tongue. There was a strange flapping sound, and he wondered what kind of Nighthunter was stupid enough to be head in range of a cave dwelling toad...

...He stood up thirty seconds later. If anyone around had had the slightest clue how to read a Lythanoid's facial expression, they would have seen one indicating a slight sheepishness coupled with a struggle to keep from laughing at one's self...

Rali slowly turned around, wondering what, after all, had made the noise. A small black bundle sat on the branch of a large plant about twenty feet away. It cocked its head at him, making that noise again. It lifted rudimentary, from what he could see, wings, and started to fly off. He watched it take to the air for half a second before he realised it was flying directly towards him. His hand shot out and grabbed the bird. Strangely, it did nothing, just held up one foot. A small white tube was attached to its leg. Rali took the tube, and let the bird go. Squawking the indignity, it left immediately.

Rali looked curiously at the tube, trying to remember where he had seen it before. Vi Duku's sanctum....Strange black lines and pictures had been scribed on it. It had been called "paper". He slowly ran a talon over the surface, looking for some kind of join. The seal parted easily.

He spent a good minute looking at the strange blackj lines before they suddenly twisted into a whirlpool on the page. They seemed to get sucked into the paper. When all where gone, the vortex reversed its direction. As the words spun back out, they were in the pictographs Lythanoid's used to communicate, even in Rali's dialect. Most likely, there was some kind of spell that simply used the reader's language and knowledge to rewrite itself.

It spoke of being two cycles away from wherever the message originated. The sigil cycle was used, at least, but out of context. Rali suspected it meant the "day" that was used up here. Two days travel... He read further, finding it to also say that it was imperative he hurry.

How in the deepest pits of the Way had they known he was coming? It was starting to seem that looking into this would be worth it. On the other side of the paper was a map. It had two dots pulsating on it, one red, the other blue. They appeared like fire, but the paper was not burned. The red dot had a small inscription beside it, a name of some sort. He took a few paces, the blue dot moved accordingly. That would certainly make it easier.[/font][/color][/I]

[Rhys Mayiessen]

[color=skyblue]OOC: sorry I haven't replied for a while...all my homework...@.@ Have to read so much.

[i]Shayleigh awoke the next morning and started to head out of the valley. It was a dark, dreary day but that didn't stop Shayleigh from saddling up her horse and watching as the first drops of rain started to fall.

It had been almost a week from when she had first gotten the summon. Many back home had told her of the dangers that often were seen on the road but she had laughed it off easily. Shayleigh felt that any challage was a chance to prove herself to people who didn't think she was capable of making it and there were many that doubted her prowress in the wilderness.

She stopped her horse and looked up at the mountains that loomed before her. She knew right away that her trusty steed could not even begin to climb that steep of a mountain. Shayleigh would just have to leave her behind when the time came.

The rain began to fall harder and Shayleigh put on the fur hood that she always had around her neck. It wasn't that she was really afraid of getting her hair wet like most ladies, she just wanted more visiablity on the road ahead.

Shayleigh sighed and spurred her horse on, always looking at the mountains that spelled adventure and doom.[/i][/color]

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]The sun had just begun to make its way over the horizon. Laitina wearily dragged on. Her legs felt heavier at each step, full of fatigue from the journey. It had been three days since she had set camp. It was painful knowing she had food, yet she had no idea how long the journey would be. They came to a small cliff, overlooking a small river. Without much thought, Laitina began to set camp a few feet away from the edge.

A raven fluttered wildly overhead, as an ear-splitting caw echoed down the canyon, and back up again. The echoes lasted for about a minute, until it grew silent once again. Then, another echo followed. Only this time, it grew louder, and louder. First it seemed like laughter. As it grew closer, Laitina understood. It was coming from the river. She shuddered.

After the noise had settled down, she spread out a few blankets, and laid down. Her body ached with fatique and discomfort, as she shifted back and forth. Laitina wasn't used to sleeping on rocks, for the grounds of which she had grown up on had been lush grass, tended by the elves. Her eyelids grew heavier, as she drifted to sleep...
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[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]A huge black stallion pawed the ground where his mistress lay. When she shook her head and refused to stand, he nipped her side and she leapt to her feet with a yelp. He nickered and she yawned. Without further ceremony, she straighened her leather clothes and swung onto his back. He shook himself and looked ahead down the mountain path. She grasped her staff and checked her leafblade in its sheath. All was in order, so she took the reins and nudged her beast with her knees.

Immediately he set off at a light canter, moving gracefully for such a huge animal. Before long, they had cleared the mountain range and continued going down the long path. A bird's call echoed through the air and the woman pursed her lip and made a similar sound. A dark raven apeared and lighted on her horse's mane. She held out her hand and he hopped on. Then he spoke to her in the language of the ravens.[/i]

"The council sends me to you..."

[i]The woman smiled and stroked his long tail feathers with two fingers. Her voice was low and gentle.[/i]

"Send word to these elders that Lethe Lifé of the Sevenstar clan is on her way. Will you do that for me."

"Of course. Go on."

[i]With a practiced flick of her wrist, she sent him off towards his superiors. She smiled and dug in her heels.[/i]

"Hurry Genitian. We must make it before the night comes."

[i]With a wild rearing of hooves, he leapt up, then onwards down the path. Her mission had been secured. Lethe Lifé was coming.[/i][/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Rali looked at the map again, wondering why whatever magic powered it had decided to be perverse. He took a step backwards, the blue light went forward. He turned around. Took a step backwards. The blue dot went in the same direction it had originally. He sighed, and started walking in what he assumed represented the direction he was meant to go.

The blue dot calmly moved away from the red one. He sighed again, and poked at it with a taloned finger. It jumped. Off the paper. It hit the ground, and started moving. Towards him. It touched his skin, and started climbing up his leg. He jumped, and brushed at it. One would think it was futile, but the thing actually fell off. As it hit the ground, he pressed the bit of paper onto it, then cautiously lifted it up and looked at it.

The blue dot pulsed calmly. He walked towards the red one. The blue one moved accordingly.[/I]

Rali: These people have a strange sense of humour. And they're really going to hear about it.[/font][/color]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]The raven's fluttered and took to flight in various directions as the bright warning flare hovering for a few moments, before slowly falling, landing a few feet from the tree, burning itself out, snapping and sizzleing as the magic that powered it wayned.

Turning his head slowly to the side, his hair fell over into his eyes as he peered a short distance off to the source. A breif black flash passed by him, a note curtly landing at the feet of this new person, the raven ascending back up into the sky as fast as it had come. The robbed man leaned down to pick it up, but Kenneth interjected.

[b]Ken[/b]: Dont bother. It's just going to tell you to wait for the others.

[b]Sylkis[/b]: ...

Raising his hand, he showed the partially unfolded note inbetween his fingers before throwing it to the rocky path. He glanced again and shook his head slowly- The man in robes was reading the note to himself, carefully takeing in all it said. Kenneth went back to stareing at the tree, a silent conversation flowing between the plant and himself.

The ravens suddenly returned in a rush, landing on their seperate branches- An equal number stareing at Kenneth, the other at Sylkis, eeirely peering beyond the outer shell. His eyes drifted up into the beedy black pearls that they called their eyes, drifting into his own little world.

A hand shot infront of his face suddenly breaking his momentary loss of reality.

[b]Sylkis[/b]: Sylkis.

Hesistantly, Kenneth shook his hand, silence falling for a few moments.

[b]Kenneth[/b]: Call me 'Messiah'.

[b]Sylkis[/b]: 'Pleasure.

[b]Kenneth[/b]: 'Pleasure is all mine.

Uneasily the handshake broke, as did the conversation, Sylkis sitting down near the tree, rereading the note and stirring Kenneth's curiousity in the process. Did it read differently?

[b]Kenneth[/b]: What does yours say?[/color]

[Tasrai]

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Sorry haven't been on in a while, my sister hogs the internet, but right now she's at the orthadontist (sp?). ^_^!
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Tasamer woke with a start, How long had he been sleeping? All through the day by the looks of it, since the sun just now drifted out of sight behind the mountains he was headed towards. Probably for the better, now he could move without being seen.
Starting off at a jog Tasamer made somewhat good distance. Later he stopped, the moon was right above him, and he'd gone at least seven miles. Hungry after not eating for days he pulled his food pack out and scrounged around in there for a few seconds, before finding something suitable. Chewing his dried meat, Tasamer looked around, he was in a sort of basin with hills on all sides, there were a few shrubs, but nothing else if you don't count the numerous rocks strewn all over the place. Sighing slightly with disappointment, the mage took a sip out of his flask before putting it away. He will need to find a stream soon, which he doubts he will find, after surveying the landscape. So Tasamer starts again, but this time at a run, he has needs to hurry. As he is running thoughts race through his mind, the day his master died, the day he ranaway, and many other tragic moments he'd forgotten.
Suddenly Tasamer was brought out of his thoughts by a raven cawing, looking towards the deafening sound, he nearly fell in surprise to see it flying next to his face. He stopped abruptly, but the raven wasn't as quick, it went on for another few yards sqauwking insults all the while, before turning around and coming back to land on Tasamer's shoulder. Tasamer telepathicly sent his apologies then took the letter from him.
Looking up after reading the letter, Tasamer nodded letting the raven know he would do as the letter said. Then he gave the bird a chunk of meat for it's trouble. It flew off, cawing thanks in the raven language, Tasamer sighed, he would have to change direction, then suddenly he noticed his surroundings, he was no longer in the hilly and rocky landscape that he was so recently in. He now was in a sort of plains, but it had more trees than normal. Confused on how he had missed seeing this area way back, he looked behind him. There was the answer, there sitting behind was a humungous hill which shadowed the valley or whatever this was, it had simply blocked his view. Shrugging off the sudden feeling of doom, but keeping himself alert Tasamer looked around waringly. There right in front of him was a stream, he could have sang for joy if he could, but due to certain circumstances he couldn't. Instead he contented himself with running to it and filling his flask, and drinking his fill also.
Tired Tasamer spotted a tree and climbed it in seconds flat, arranging his blue green cloak(changes with the surroundings) so that he could not be seen by even the best eyes, staff in his hand, hood over his head to shield the noon day sun, he drifted off into sleep into a uneasy sleep.[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[COLOr=royalblue][i]Genitian snorted, and Lethe looked up. A lythanoid was in the path ahead of them, intently focused on something in two of his four arms. She whispered something in her horse's curved ear and he padded forward silently.

The lythanoid looked back and stared. Lethe lifted one hand in silent greeting, then pulled back her hood. He watched her approach. With one swift movement, she reined in Genitian and swung off his back. Once firmly on the ground, she dropped a light curtsy, eyes on his whole body.[/i]

Lethe: Greetings. Are you headed for the council?

Rali: Perhaps. What is your name?

Lethe: ....Lethe Lifé of the Sevenstar clan. And you?

Rali: ...Rali. Pleasure to meet you.

Lethe: Of course.

[i]She mounted Genitian once more and continued in the direction she was headed in.[/i]

Lethe: Shall we?[/COLOr]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Rali loped along beside the horse, his long stride easily keeping pace for now. He cast the occasional glance at the rider, as one or another random thoughts struck his mind. Mainly something along the lines of scientific interest. And confusion. Firstly, this rider, whoever they were, had spoken, and in his language. Secondly, they hadn't been outrightly hostile. Something a denizen of the Elcrinth Way was less than familar with... He brooded over that for a while, and decided to take the easier option first.[/I]

Rali: When did you enter the Elcrinth Way? And how did you survive?

Lethe: Hmmm?

Rali: How otherwise do you speak our language. I am the seventh member of my race to reach the surface, and I've stayed longer than any other. And that was years ago. Long before any now alive were born, if I am any judge of you surface dweller's mentality.

[I]Lethe gave a soft laugh, but didn't reply. More than used to silence, Rali made no prompt, and let the matter rest. He took another glance at the map. The dots appeared to be chasing each other. He sighed. Again. These surface dwellers had the strangest senses of humour.[/font][/color][/I]

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]The sun was setting, and the rays of its light had begun to wane behind the stone-grey clouds, hovering slightly over the high peaks of Pelinbor's thumb. As she grew closer towards her destination, a wild flurry of ear-splitting caws and feathers could be heard at least a half a league away. The ears of the elves were keen, just as their eyes. However, a light mist was slowly making its way down, towards the canyons. Voices were also within earshot now. She was getting close, and each word she heard from the clamor made her more and more anxious by the second.

As she took another step, a sudden flash jolted through her mind. Laitina stumbled against the rock wall, grasping her forehead as she regained her footing. It felt as if some sort of tunnel was unclogged after years of being shut. Bewildered, her eyes widened in shock. Now, one of the voices seemed suddenly familiar. As if she had either heard the voice once before, long ago, or in a dream. She paused, and dazed into deep thought. After a moment of silence, she laughed at herself, and continued walking. [i]Of course not- it's just not possible...[/i]

Laitina led her steed down a narrow trail, which hung right between two canyons, like a natural bridge made by the earth. Far below, a strange, silver light glistened, then jade. Feeling a little frightened, she quickened her pace past the bridge-like trail, where the bridge split into two sidewalks around the main canyon. The voices were clear now. The high walls of the canyon was decorated with scattered, hanging trails at different levels of the walls. Small fires could be seen up ahead, and ravens flew madly above them. Just then, a raven swooped down towards her carrying a letter. As she read it, she smiled with relief. She was close now, and she had been told to wait.[/color] [/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She turned her huge silver eyes in his direction and smiled faintly.[/i]

Lethe: I have been here for a very long time. Longer than you I'd wager.

Rali: How long?

Lethe: At least 800 years. Dear.

Rali: Fascinating thought.....are you a Itsari?

Lethe: Partly. And a snake licked my ear once....gave me a take on every animal language ever made.

Rali: Usefull.

Lethe: Sometimes. Your language is particularly fascinating....[/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Rali snorted in derision.[/I]

Rali: Why? Because we tend to snarl a fair bit?

Lethe: It's better than chirping.

Rali: Oh, you'd get on well with a vislithian.

Lethe: Oh?

Rali: Six legged, scaled, horned cat. Poisonous stinging tail. About 12 feet long, and half that high. Doesn't take well to being disturbed. They do speak, but tend just to snarl. It gets the point across.

Lethe: Ah the Elcrinth Way... What would we ever do without it.

Rali: Who cares. Most people up here don't know about it. Most people down there don't know about up here. If they ever mingle, then things get nasty.

Lethe: I'm assuming you're speaking from experience?

[I]Rali gave a metallic chuckle before replying.[/I]

Rali: Let's just say I've had a few things lick my ear...most of them thirty feet long and fanged. And then one of them was six feet tall and fanged, and hungry for something slightly different. Bastard had one hell of a sore throat.

Lethe: You're talking about a vampyre, I assume?

[I]Rali opened his out to reveal pointed teeth. He ran a long, reptilian tongue over them, in a very, very strange looking motion.[/I]

Rali: What else is there these days. Dead things just keep coming back into vogue.[/font][/color]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]Kenneth and Sylkis were having an interesting conversation now, mainly about what will happen after the council- Speculation was looming in it, neither of them having a set idea of what was to happen after all this- but it all seemed to end at the fountain.

[b]Kenneth[/b]: But what of then and now?

[b]Sylkis[/b]: Who can really know, honestly. We'll have to avoid getting killed ourselfs by these shadowcreatures.

[b]Kenneth[/b]: It's a pity these ravens dont have a comment box.

[b]Sylkis[/b]: Heh, all we can do is wait as they told us to.

[b]Kenneth[/b]: What's takeing them so long? I swear..

He became impatient and shifted uneasily, turning to where he faced the path up to the tree. The ravens suddenly fell completely silent and still, all looking down the path with Kenneth.

[b]Sylkis[/b]: I think someone has arrived.[/color]

[Tasrai]

[SIZE=2][FONT=arial][COLOR=green]As I was looking over this I noticed that my posts were kind'a small and harder to read so I'm sizing things up a bit; tell me if you have trouble reading ^_^
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Tasamer watched the elf he had been following for the past two hours, as she read the letter the raven just dropped in front of her. And started wondering when he would get his, those birds don't miss a thing even if it's wearing a cloak that blends in with the enviroment. Tasamer wondered who was talking so loudly, he could here them miles off, but now their voices were very clear and he could understand every word.
Putting his attention back to the elf he looked her over once more. She had almost pure white, long, wavy hair that flowed to her waist, she wore a long white robe, with a sepia cloak over it, her eyes were ice white, and once Tasamer could've sworn that they had looked a jade green, but only for a moment. She had startled him from his sleep in the tree two hours back comeing by, she hadn't seen him then, and hadn't seen him throughout the time he had been following her, as far as she had let on. How could she? The way he was had been going, staying a good 300 yards behind, moveing as quietly as possible, slinking in and out of visibility.
Yes, finally, here it comes, cawing as loud as it can. Stupid bird doesn't know when people don't want to be seen. Then Tasamer looked again, it was the same raven he had given the meat to. Tasamer suddenly, for some odd reason, felt happy like he was meeting an old friend. Looking ahead, making sure the elf hadn't taken heed to the raven, he sat down and pulled out some meat for the raven, then held out his arm as a perch. The raven landed, somewhat scratching his arm, and dropped the letter into his lap, then thankfully took the meat. Tasamer glad to see someone he had meet before telepathicly told the bird to stay, in response it fluttered to his knee and watched intently as he opened the letter which read,

[I]To the summoned ones, from the council. Whomever gets this letter, we request that you go and meet with the others that were summoned to us. From this point on it is only a days journey, so you are not far. Please stay with the rest of them, and travel together, so as you can all meet before coming to us-[/I]


Tasamer looked up and glanced at the raven before sliding the letter into one of his pouches. Putting his knee to his soulder(sp?) the raven understanding hopped on to it. Tasamer trying not to make a sound, stood up and glanced ahead, the elf had almost reached the others. He decided to wait till they were through introducing themselves and had become aquainted before he walked in on them. While he was waiting he decided to become a friend to the raven, telepathicly he asked the raven to stay with him and become his friend, it answered yes in the raven language, then looked at Tasamer's hair and back to the others. Tasamer immediately understood and tried to flatten his hair with his free hand, no use, his hair would not heed the his hand. A little frustrated, Tasamer fumed over it for a minute before giving up, then feeling the feathers stuck in his hair, he calmed down as he stroked them and thought of old times. Five minutes later, Tasamer looked at the others, the elf was now just reaching them, Tasamer would wait for a while before going, but the question kept growing in his mind, how would he tell them his name, he had promised his master he wouldn't speak telepathicly to humans unless necessary, because of an unfortunate incident. Pondering over this Tasamer sat down once again and chatted with his new friend, whose name was Holdir.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE]