RPG Dragonial 4

[Dragon Warrior]

A bloody hand emerged from the leaves and all three of them stepped back. An arm came out as well as a shoulder. Then, the rest of the ogre showed up. He lifted a dagger up and stared at them. "You." He pointed to Kehho and Elsyan. "You two are friends of the dragon." He then gazed at Roe. "You are friend of these friends of the dragon. You shall all perish!" He lifted up his dagger and charged at them, but dropped dead just as fast.

Roe took his sword from the bloody carcass of the ogre and wiped it clean with some leaves. "Had to finish what I started, I guess." He put the sword away and they packed up and left just as quickly. There may be other orcs and ogres near.

It was close to sunset when they reached the forest's end. There was a huge plain there and off in the distance. A Town. Elsyan smiled and jumped around happily. "Look! A town! Let's go!" And they ran off.


OOC: Sorry. I've got to go now.

[Deedlit]

[color=green][i]The town seemed to be alot closer than it actually was. After about forty-five minutes to one hour they reached the city's edge.[/i]

Kehho-We're finally here.

Roe-Let's go find a tavern. Hey Where's Elsyan?

[i]They turned to find Elsyan looking at a sign that was nailed to an oak tree.[/i]

Elsyan-It says that this town is called "Malacrimi." That's a peculiar name.

Kehho-I'll say it is.

Roe-Oh well. Now let's go. I'm starving!

[i]They walked along the road of Malacrimi until they were in the center of the village. Then they saw one on the right.[/i]

Roe-Yay! We found one!

[i]The three walked into the tavern and found a vacant table in the corner.[/i][/color]

[Dragon Warrior]

once they finished ordering their food and the waiter walked off, Roe went off to the facilities to clean up the wounds he got from Eirian and to wash out the axe marks from the ogre. Elsyan and Kehho stayed with Bip and Eirian and drank their cordial. Elsyan put down her goblet and looked puzzled. "What's up with Roe being a dragon?"

"You just can't get that out of your mind, can you?" Kehho said, sipping her cordial.

"Well I was just thinking it had something to do with that dragon mark on his head. It makes sense."

"Yes, but let's not say stuff we're not sure of."

"Yes. Of course."


Meanwhile, Roe took a wet washcloth to his cuts and gashes. He winced as the water rinced into the open wounds. But he knew it was for his own good. "No infection for me." he said happily, then winced again as the washcloth touched his dragon mark on his head. It still burned. The he heard a rattling behind him and looked around. Nothing was there.

He turned back to the mirror and washed some more. Then he heard it again. This time, he watched from the mirror, but still nothing. So, he checked the window. It seemed clear until something jumped into his face and he collapsed. The little black creature leaped aside and grinned. It was the most peculiar thing he had ever laid eyes on. It's body was black except for parts of it's face and an oval on his belly which were white. It wore small gloves and had a red bandana around it's neck. Then, to add to this unusual getup, he carried a pack around his shoulder.

"So your Roe, huh?" It finally said. It's voice sounded as if it was apart of some gang, but then had a faint small creature sound to it.

"Uh... yeah. Who wants to know?" Roe replied astonished.

"You look like a bright young man." The strange animal said and leapt from the window sill to the floor next to Roe. "You tell me."

"But I've never met you in my life." The animal frowned and reached into it's sack. It pulled out a small business card and handed it to Roe. "Your... Poncho?"

"Ding ding ding! Give the boy an apple! We have a smart one on our hands." Roe looked up from the card and at Poncho.

"What do you want, Pacho?"

"It's Poncho, you idiot! And what do I want? Well, I'm a bargaining animal and I'm willing to make a deal. Ya gettin' me?"

"Umm... yeah."

"Good. I want you to work for me. Got it? Ya know, do it all. Ditch the two brauds in the other room and come with me. You'll get whatever you desire."

"Two brauds? Hey look buddy, those are my friends!"

"Fiends, shmends. You got me now. And who wouldn't want to work with a great guy like Poncho."

"Look, Pacha--"

"Poncho."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm not ditching them. And I'm not working for you."

"Well, we'll see. I'll talk to you later. We'll see if you change your mind." With that, the little crazy creature went through the window and wasn't seen again. Roe slipped the card into his pocket and walked back to his table.

"Took you long enough." Elsyan commented with a grin.

"Sorry. Pest trouble." Roe replied, seating himself.

"Cockroaches or something?"

"Well, you could say that. Never mind it. Let's eat!"

[9mm Avenger]

[COLOR=indigo][i]Marth looked at Lethe for a second, amazed at her power. He looked back towords the bushes, but saw nothing..Lethe had frightened the enemies away[/i]

[b]Marth:[/b]Uh..Lethe, what did you just do?..?[/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Lethe dropped her hands then sank to her knees. She looked at her folded hands and sighed softly. Memories flooded into her mind, and she was swept back, for an instant....remembering exactly what had happened so long ago.....Marth's voice brought her back to the present...[/i]

Marth: ...did you do?

Lethe: I spoke the name they fear the most....

Marth: Elbereth Gilthoniel?!? Varda?

Lethe: Yes. She has her children....and her power runs deep. Deeper than any common sorcery can handle. Much less the Orcs of the Lord of Death.

Marth: His power is an equal.

Lethe: Not in the spiritual realm....my forte.

Marth: Does it hurt you?

Lethe: Not for long. I can bear many things. Even a few orc arrows. But....thank you for saving my life.

Marth: ...and I think you just saved mine a few moments ago...and again before all of this...

Lethe: ...hmm..

[i]She shrugged, then rose to her feet. All traces of her former power had been neatly concealed behind her saturnine exterior once more....[/i][/COLOR]

[9mm Avenger]

ooc:I gots HUGE writers block..

[COLOR=indigo][i]Marth sat beside Lethe as she made waybread.[/i]

[b]Marth:[/b]Have you always been able to do that?

[b]Lethe:[/b]Not always..It only came to my attention just a few years ago..

[b]Marth:[/b]How?...Or do I not wanna know?[/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Lethe continued to work and shape the bread with her fingers, barely paying any attention to what she was holding. She sighed, and looked at Marth. It had been awhile.[/i]

Lethe: My energy has always been strong, and it wasn't exactly a few years ago...it was a time before your mother passed into the glory of Heaven's Bright Sun. It was around the end of my first 200 years.

Marth: .....why then?

Lethe: I saw my sisters, for the last time. Rena escaped with her life, the other two were left on the field, throats slit. Rena has all but become a memory to me.

Marth: I've heard of her...before. But I don't remember exactly...

Lethe: You wouldn't. She's long gone. Passed into a dream, almost. I saw them, and felt cold fury in my heart, like nothing before. My mind wouldn't process it, and my spirit cried. From that power, I knew who I was, and who my ancestors were. That knowledge helped me draw power to defeat my enemies. They gave me this.

[i]She touched her hands to her scared face. Two lines tracing from below her eyes to her chin. Jagged, but without them, her face would've seemed pale and empty.[/i]

Marth: ....and from there?

Lethe: I took to wandering.[/COLOR]

[9mm Avenger]

[COLOR=indigo][i]Marth let Lethe return to waybread making, lost in his thoughts.

Lethe finally finished making her waybrad, and handed it to Marth. He accepted it gratfully, and ate his fill. Lethe said something, but Marth was too far gone in his thoughts. Lethe waved a hand infront of his face, and snapped her fingers, but Marth would come out of the trance. Lethe let him be, and lied down to sleep.

Marth thought long back..Back to a memory he thought he lost...

His mother, standing over him...She spoke a chant in a strange tounge, and Marth felt a burning pain on his back. His hand absentmindedly rubbed the pyrimid-shaped scar on his chest. So his mother had givin him these powers...But how?

A new memory now..Marth's father, standing over him, yelling something...A hand flew down, and Marth felt his face jerk aside..His father had hit him. Marth felt himself standing up, and lashing out. He wacthed as his father's prone body fell to the floor, unconcious...

A new memory again...This time, he saw himself in third person, talking to Lethe. His eyes were dark and narrow...To Marth this seemed odly familiar..

Marth lied down, and fell asleep...[/i][/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Silvian elf looked to the moon. The phase was still dark, but Lethe could see it's outline. She took to her heels, and ran......endlessly, through her dark dream. Everlasting twilight haunted her...and she screamed in her prison. Then there was something new. She saw Rana and Runa, screaming in agony as the blades taunted their skin. Then red nails gripped their foreheads, pulling their heads back. Two blades flashed down. Then it was over.
She sighed, "Lheuriel Emnari." How long? When her face turned to the sky again, the phase of the moon was full. Then she realized that the moon she saw was the device on a shield; held by Lady Kearse. Death personified.[/i]

Marth: ....*sigh*

Lethe: Kearse?

Marth: Huh?

Lethe: I had another dream. I could feel my sister's die, and I saw her again.

Marth: Lady of Death?

Lethe: She was trying to show me something. But I don't understand its meaning.[/COLOR]

[Dragon Warrior]

[B]Meanwhile...[/B]

The lands in the East sturred with troubles. It was the darkness that lived there. Those creatures so much like us yet so not. Plotting their evil deeds. Well, they won't stop to rest until the humans are destroyed.

At this time, the town of Gorlon, very far from Roose and Akubar, was being invaded by these hideous monsters. Huge warriors and beasts approuched the gates. A Gorlon knight heard someone approuch and walked to the little hole on the gate. He peered through to see who it was only to have the whole gate fall and crush him and some of his companions. This started the invasion.

"Attack!" one Gorlon Knight shouted before being struck in the breast by an arrow. He fell into a haystack below and bled his death. The dark warriors set fire to the haystacks and drew torches. They annihilated the towns.

As the leader walked into the town, he was greeted by one of his Generals. "Sir, you said we were going to get the Dragonial. You didn't say anything about killing off the other races and destroying towns."

The emporer snorted and took the General by the scruff of his neck. "Now that we have the Dragonial, all of life's powers are in our hands. We shall rule the world!"

"But sir..." the General managed to choke under his lord's grip. "This isn't right." The General's proud grin quickly became a frown and he tossed his General into a pitchfork. He was scurred.

"I make up what's right and wrong from now on. And believe me. You don't want to disobey." The evil lord looked about the area as if in search of something. He grinned toothly once more. "Excellent. Tear down the town and come back to headquarters right after! no lolligagging!" With that, the emporer tossed his robes and left the burning waste town.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Lo! The hero returns with the spoils of war! Haven't gone far, have we people.... Change of plans. I'm not sure on timeframe, so correct me if I'm wrong.

IC:[I]Lacroix and Alqwerik was startled out of the undergrowth by the tramp of booted feet. Without consultation, they leapt into the trees, Lacroix weaving shadow around them with consumate ease. They waited, with the eldritch stillness and vigilance of stone gargoyles. The source quickly resolved itself, as scores of orcs, lead by several ogres. Alwqerik counted silently to himself, while Lacroix stayed fixated on divining details of the beasts' purpose in the wood. And, the shuffling that came from neither orc nor ogre. Several long minutes elapsed before the slavering ranks passed beyond earshot. The slow shuffling continued its inexorable advance however. Soundlessly, the two dropped to the ground, and parted to each side of the trail.[/I]

Lacroix: What kind of creature hunts an orc pack?

Alqwerik: The kind of creature that will surely make a fine quarry.

[I]Lacroix spun his quarterstaff into lockstep guard, while Alqwerik drew two scimitars. Again, Lacroix mazed shadow, into intricate bindings and wards, set ciphers of magecraft spun in pure darkness. Whatever arcane senses could be employed by the oncoming creature, it would not detect the two hunters.

In typical arrogance however, it was forgotten that not all sense were confounded by darkness. Soundless, they could not be heard. But scented, that was their bane.

The rush came all at once. Out of nowhere, a shimmering form slid at them with all the force of a raging destrier. Sickle-like claws arced out from powerful back muscles, to rend the foliage in great arcs. Great boles snapped like gale-blown saplings, untempered by time and attrition. Agile leaps saved the two hunters, but could not give space for recovery. Drawn up to its full height, the creature stood revealed.

Foursqaure, a creature of claw and fang. Three times the height of a tall man, and broader by several. Like a giant bear or gorilla, it crouched. However, its body resembled that of an arachnid. In place of the extra sets of legs, were the mighty claws that had nearly taken the lives of Lacroix and Alqwerik. And still could. Fangs from the raised maw dripped an acid, that traced a sick phospor haze through the night. The four claws swept out again, two downwards, and two coming inwards. Each giant scythe reached nearly two metres. Even as he leapt away, Lacroix was moved to awed comment.[/I]

Lacroix: A drider.

Alqwerik: A fine trophy.

Lacroix: A dangerous challenge.

[I]Banter was sharply cut off. With surprising agility for long, spindly legs, the drider rushed in, the fang-ringed mouth gnashing in horrid delight. Lacroix rolled in, diving under the great, furred body, coming to his feet in a rising slash that neatly sliced open the creature's thorax. Ghastly laughter echoed out to Alqwerik, as more cuts were opened up on the beast's vulnerable underside. Alqwerik circled and feinted, seeking an opening, while trying to avoid the daggers of giants. The drider seemed impervious to Lacroix's rife slashes. Lacroix become ever more confident that the monster was too preoccupied to defend itself.

Then, in punishing retribution, the drider flxed its seemingly fragile legs, and leapt into the air, spinning suddenly around. Lacroix was left only moments to avoid the descending rush of bone and carapace. His desperate evasion served little purpose. Though he was spared the red-tinged darkness of the blades reiving his body, he suffered the full weight of the drider striking him. He fell, disorientated. The great maw opened above him... and tilted upwards. For Alqwerik had leapt onto the drider's back, ignoring the wicked peril of the still swinging claws. His scimitars tracked bloody arcs along the back of the creatures neck. His bold stroke cost too dearly. One of the claws swept in. Not to main, but to shock.

Lacroix only saw Alqwerik tip forward, [/I]into the waiting mouth of the drider.[I] Given no breath to scream, as acid more potent than wildfire scorched through veins, lungs and windpipe, Alqwerik could only sing his requiem through a gurgling moan. Lacroix lay still within the drider's grasp, too numbed by surprise and a sharp blow to the head to move. Only one fact peirced the shroud of fog eveloping him.[/I] The shuffling had not stopped.[I]Even as the drider turned its head downwards, to finish its first meal, a great, slapping wet sound echoed through the night. In the blink of an eye, Lacroix's clearing vision was met with stars, their pure, dusky harmonics reverbrated through the heavens to his sensitized ears. He cautiously glanced down, without moving. In the clearing hulked a huge, bloated mass. One long, thin leg protruded out of a gaping hole that served as a mouth. Lacroix almost shuddered in relief.

A river nearby must have been home to this creature. A lurker in deeper water, an amphibian grown to horrific proportions. But like its far smaller cousins, this behemoth still had a taste for bugs. It shuffled across the clearing, its massive bulk carving deep grove in the ground. It reared up in front of Lacroix, sniffing cautiously. It's long, supple tongue slowly elongated out of its mouth. Lacroix rolled his eyes, and raised his hands.

Pure light, magnified to flashpoint intensity, blasted the surrounding forest to char for several hundred metres. The giant creatures fared no better. The levin bolt immolated without recource. No reprieve was granted for mercy. Everything within the radius of Lacroix's firestorm perished. At the nexus, unblinded by the actinic glare, the winged form the still lay on the road rose, and snapped his hands closed. Darkness, like a welcome cloak, returned. Only smoldering remains of vegetation stood to show the former presence of matter.

It was several minutes before Lacroix finally moved. Taking cold stock, he was relatively unharmed. But now he lacked direction, guidance and purpose. And he didn't know where those damn orcs were. Not that they would be a problem. He turned, and surveyed the wanton destruction he had engendered. Surely, there would b one hell of a backlash to pay for this....

He laughed ruefully to himself, and shook his head. The movement picked up on a small glimmer. He strode over.

For a miracle, there lay, in the middle of where the monster had lain, Alqwerik's scimitars, unmarred in runic perfection. Lacroix thoughtfully stowed them in his pack. While untrained, their mystic properties could prove useful.

Given no further reason to tarry, Lacroix continued along the trail set by rabid orcs. Tonight could get far more interesting. [/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]And in the midst of it all, Lethe's sister, Nepenthe, sipped on her decaf coffee... Wondering when anybody would show up and rescue her from purgatory...[/i][/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[color=crimson][font=gothic]Shook our clothes into the river, never lost a friend. Many times they came and teachers helped me move the sand. In my room I keep my love a tiny rubber band. Now, to business! Is this rpg continued its somewat precarious existence or not?[/font][/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Lethe looked to the moon....it was full. Last night it had been new......a dark shape in the sky. Marth looked at her face....it glowed white....as pale as the shape in the night sky. He touched her gently.....her skin was cool and almost translucent....[/i]

Marth: Are you alright?

Lethe: ......*gasp*

[i]She looked at him like she had just noticed he was there....and her hand went to his hand on her face.....the blood rushing to her face, turning it pink....and warm. Lethe looked to the ground again.[/i]

Marth: I'm sorry.

Lethe: It's okay.[/COLOR]

[Deedlit]

[color=green][i]It was late at night when Kehho, Roe, and Elsyan left the tavern to find an inn to spend the night. Luckily it wasn't that difficult to find one since there were at least three or four of them in that small town. After they paid for the rooms, the man behind the counter handed them the keys and told them which rooms were theirs.[/i]

man-The last door on the right is your room, sir, and the one on the left is yours, ladies. Now remember to lock both of your doors before you go to sleep. You never know when there's a thief about. Good evening.

[i]Then the man departed.[/i]

Elsyan-That's a good idea. And remember not to open the door unless it's one of us.

Roe-Yeah. Just knock seven times so we'll know. Good night.

[i]They said good night to each other and went into their rooms, and taking his advice they locked both of the doors and settled down to rest.[/i][/color]

[Dragon Warrior]

OOC: Darn manager... not letting me sleep with the girls... ha! Why, back in my day, we all slept together, liking it or not! What has this world come to?

IC:

Roe was sleeping soundly when he heard a knock on his door. He drew his sword and waited for 6 other knocks. Sure enough, they came. He unlocked the door and it swung open quick, knocking him to the floor. In popped Poncho and he slammed the door behind his small tail.

"You again." Roe said irritated.

"Yeah. Ya got a problem with that?"

"Yeah. Actually, I do."

"Well too bad. So, you gonna do it? ya comin' with me or what?"

"I don't think I am."

"Listen up big guy. I'm not a person you wanna not befriend. Join me or suffer the conclusion."

"I'm sorry, but I still won't join you."

"Then I'm afraid you'll suffer."

"Try your worst on me. I'm ready." Roe steadied his sword.

"Ha! I'm not tying it on you. I'll get ya where your heart is." With that, he was gone out the door in a flash.

"He doesn't harm me yet in my heart? He means friends. Elsyan and Kehho!" Roe rushed from his room and slammed on the door seven times to wake up Elsyan and Kehho. Hopefully that poncho creep hadn't done anything yet.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Finally...

IC: [I]The trail of the orcs quickly petered out into a trail of orcs. These ones dead... Lacroix spun his staff into his hands, and resumed his wary stalk. He was quickly lead to a clearing, strewn with bodies. Lacroix gave a quick estimate. This was about it. He swore, unsure of what to do now. It seemed that the orcs had been decimated. Surely there was something else to pique his interest.[/I]

Lacroix: Of all the gods cursed misbegotten luck! Why the hell did this have to happen now?

[I]Given no surcease for his outburst of frustration, over both lack of direction, and Alqwerik's sudden demise, Lacroix sought solace the only way he new how. His staff was exchanged for his lyranthe, and haunting melodies floating throughout the forest. Lacroix played on, regardless of whatever heard.[/font][/color][/I]