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PostSubject: Re: The Everbringing: Part 1 - The Rain.   The Everbringing: Part 1 - The Rain. - Page 3 I_icon_minitimeTue Jan 03, 2012 1:16 pm

The rabble behind them now long gone and the present air growing thicker with warmth as time passed by was an enthusiastic catalyst for Lilia to pick up the pace a little more. Ravens and Crows mocked the sounds of the city with their own from above; scattering from towering trees and self-shaded sycamores. Autumn-coloured leaves yet winter-wisped stems flickered through the fine albeit fickle surroundings of the wandering pair; inevitably unaware and on their way to meet the beginning of an unforgettable journey.

Her eyes flickered a deep emerald as she noticed the male snap himself back into reality for what seemed to be like a painful daydream. She knew all too well of the ill-effects such tragic pasts could create within the mind; and thus it becomes physical reality. Not nice at all. In a way; she almost felt sorry for him. Her animalistic instincts picking up on the pain despite the fact that he tried to hide it terribly well. Choosing not to ask; she simply flashed him one of her rare smiles. A smile that could charm any being that had a heart. It was simply bliss and she felt she needed to help her newfound "master". Was it a simple charm-spell? Or was it simply natural? She didn't quite know herself but she knew it was wonderful. In most eyes, atleast...

An unusual way to meet. She couldn't stop thinking about how vulnerable she had become that night. It wasn't right, not for her. Even in her state, she may have been able to put some barrier around herself that would protect her from anyone during the night. Something told her not to deep inside. An echoing shout that she'd heard too many times before had come back to haunt her again. It played tricks on her mind. Tricks that were worthy of tricking the most trickiest of tricksters. Alas, her mind was fogged by the present situation and soon shook back to reality once they reached the city gates and the guardsmen greeted them with their citylike accents and dialect; cutting off the ends of words and and shortening those that didn't need to be any shorter than they already were.

The large wooden gates that were barred with reinforced titanite soon opened; accompanied by a rather ear-aching sound of the metal scraping along the floor, evidently a product of bad blacksmithing, a rushed job and poorly-funded workers. Isn't there a war going on right now? I mean- She stopped thinking for a moment and sighed out loud, cutting herself short. I'm not getting myself started on this one...

"Finally. Time for some forest air..."







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It was a portal. To the outside. Anew. Fresh. Freedom. He took a few steps forward and stopped, letting out a slow, undisturbed breath. As if to show it was listening, as if Mother nature herself was greeting him, a soft gust of wind blew as he closed his mouth, filling his cloak, fanning his already cold face, and buffeting his hair, ruffling it, leaving unkept and sloppy. He raised his right and cleared his fringe, away from his eyes, returning his vision to normal. He grunted, following the unusually brutish sound with a smirk. He loved nature. Though he never trained as a ranger, he felt such an affinity with the outside world. He felt at ease travelling, even on his own. He never needed anyone else. What he wanted didn't matter. Never did to anyone else, why should he care?

Because if we were the same, you would be so boring.

His face creased momentarily. Luckily, for his pride, he had walked in front of her, so, even if she could see, she couldn't see that well. Even with her vision. He placed a hand on his chest, and felt a lump underneath. Good. It was still there. Good. He continued walking forward. Rather satisfied, in spite of recent events. He was glad. Glad to have met her. Glad to have seen that bastard again. He was glad.

Because he was never alone.


His curse.


And his joy.


He looked about at vast forested area ahead, stretching out for miles ahead. in the distance, he could see large, great, natural, monolithic structures. The Omnian mountains. They were indeed spectacular. The tainted obelisks sat atop them, great monuments the the fallen heroes of the last era. Xtatica the Scarred, Wylde the Hunter and Morrigan the Blooded, were some of the few ledgandary names that sat atop them. How ironic. He felt on the verge of somthing, as if a storm was rapidly approaching. No. The storm had passed. A message meant for them. Only them. They were the only ones that seemed to have taken any notice of it. He let out a short sigh, knowing that wondering what this sign meant would yeild nothing: the answer would simply reveal itself in time. For now... for now, they would start this Odyssey of the Damned. Hah~ What was he saying. This was a simple contract, and he was acting as if some life changing event was, with great haste, charging directly at them, like an angry bull. Still. Somthing felt wrong. The winds were stronger than normal.


Nature was angry. Somthing was very wrong.

*

The undergrowth rustled. He ran. Desperate. Hurried. Terrified. He cared not for the screams that haunted his mind. The screamed that were actuality not moments before. He cared not for what was after him. The only survivor. The last. The damned. The dead. He cared not for the red moon. Blood had bee spilled this night. He needed help. Anything. He had to escape. Now. Before-

Look at him, Dear Anyxica, watch him run. Watch him cower. Savour the moment, and strike. Leave now trace. Make him SCREAM!

His screams echoed throughout the night. But he couldn't be heard. No one was alive to hear.
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PostSubject: Re: The Everbringing: Part 1 - The Rain.   The Everbringing: Part 1 - The Rain. - Page 3 I_icon_minitimeMon Jan 16, 2012 5:13 am

To her; the surrounding area was absolute bliss. Winter-clasped leaves tossled and turned under the soft embrace of the winter winds, and the pale ember sky that towered over the mystical grounds and Avalon-like textures echoed in vibrance as the contrast of colours manifested their own unique entities to enhance the bliss world they lived upon. Surprisingly enough; the message that was meant for 'them' had also had an effect on the out-regions of the city. The crystaline calcariform had now rested and had began to slowly melt into that ever-so overated liquid known as water. As essential as it was to any biological being; in a world of such fantastic magicks and promising aquarian gambits; it was just as useful to her as a striking a match to velvet. Nevertheless, to her; it was like stepping out through oblivious gates of hell into the sacred chambers of abditive angels. It took her a moment to adjust, almost causing her to ponder through the endless ideas running through her mind once again. Thank the non-existant God she didn't, otherwise the mercernary infront would have trouble moving her forwards. For just that moment, and that moment only, she felt as if she were home again. Being a ranger; terrains like this only brought on positive vibes regardless of the situation you're put in.

The footsteps of the male infront piqued her interest back into the real world instead of her very imaginary one; not that she needed such a thing with the marvelous view that was laid out before them. It was probably habit. A habit that ensured itself upon her when in that 'hellbound' city. That soft crunching of snow underneath his semi-heavy boots was like grinding your nails across a chalkboard due to her over-sensitive hearing. It made her grit her finely cared-for teeth; though didn't complain. It wasn't in her job description to complain...

Do we criticize everything we see and hear?
With negative thoughts the worst we will fear.
Criticism and complaining go hand in hand,
This is something we should understand.


It was one of the five rules that 'slaves' adhered to. One that she had created and spread once upon a time. Though the matter at hand was not at all worth complaining about anyway due to the fact that nothing could be done about the situation, it was still one of those highly irritating noises that drove her insane. Instead, she blocked out the sound as best she could and parted her coldly-clenched lips to speak. Her voice a-tone lower than usual; barely recognisable.
"Sir, t'is an admirable sight, is it not? Alas, all of the beauty here has been corrupted by the miscrients of the city. I know we have only just left the city gates but please take caution in your steps. The snow makes an admirable adversary in regards to traps and tracking."

Again, she couldn't help but try and show just a little hint of her ever-growing wisdom. She wanted to make a good impression, after all...



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*

To not try. That was the last thing She had said to him. Tradegy has no mercy. Neither do they. They had called him friend. He had called them His life. Dedicating his exsistance to pleasing them. Yet it wasn't enough. Obviously. For he was here. Not on some foreign battlefeild praying to some Monotheistic, dominating conquerer of Nations. They swept like the plague, and it seemed very few but him still remembered the cure. The old ways. They were almost dead now. Extinct in most human realms. The others, those that held true, held their blooded banners high in the sky. They held it with pride. With the strength to fight. And the courage to face death with a certain amount of grim joviality about them. True warriors they were. Made of Man and Womb and Snake and Stone. How he yearned to join them.

But that was a distant dream, reasting in the land of enthusiasm and the notion of infallability. He did not dwell much on it anymore. In fact, he hadn't in many a red moon. He was thinking about many old dreams since she had joined him. Though his mind flew through them to quickly to seriously consider any of them. It told him where his heart lay. Elsewhere. Maybe where thats where he needed to be. Elsewhere than here. Perhaps that was what the storm was trying to tell him. Escape.

Go then. RUN!

Took Him long enough. He grunted, blinking once. Blinking twice. He felt his earthly body returning. The focus that had escaped him now again lay in his palms. He was walking. No. He was sitting. On a wooden bench, that was moving of It's accord. Okay, it was a cart then. Leaning back ever so slightly, he tried to remember what time had been lost to him. All that met his attempts of memory recognition was met with haze. So he must've wrenched control. He let out a sigh, and looked out, and about them. The mid-afternoon sun could barely be seen through the canopy of greens and browns. The forest flitted about them. Tree after tree, seemed to advance with them, never ending, never stopping. Darkness was his only companion here. Strange noises filled the air. The sound of death. Of pain. Of evil. A shiver slithered down his spine, making him shiver, and pull his coat over himself. He didn't like this. The air didn't taste right. He looked to Her. She felt it, surely.
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PostSubject: Re: The Everbringing: Part 1 - The Rain.   The Everbringing: Part 1 - The Rain. - Page 3 I_icon_minitimeSat Jan 28, 2012 12:31 pm

(Short time-skip to the next location. Necessary, trust me.)

The world just seemed to spring into creation from one second to the next, at first blurred and colourless and seemingly filled with overwhelming light, but then slowly coming together until the light faded to more manageable levels, faint contours because tangible objects and the monotonous white darkened, gradually filtering through her thoughts and being divided into the colors of reality. Her eyes hurt and her head throbbed from her orbs opening too soon and too quickly, but it had been a natural reaction - like someone gasping for breath as they surface after having been underwater for a prolonged duration, her senses had seemed to grasp for anything within reach when she had woken in an effort to prove to her that she was no longer dreaming, and that this was reality.
Lilia sat up in the bed, groaning to herself as she rubbed the sleep from her emerald eyes. Her conscious self had already confirmed that she was awake but her subconsciousness desperately kept scanning and verifying that everything was as it should be. She was still lying on a slightly too hard bed with sheets that had once been white, but had grayed with years of use. She was still in a small square inn-room with wooden walls, a single door on one side and a single window on the opposite, covered by midnight-blue curtains. The furniture was as she remembered it from when she had gone to sleep - a small wobbly nightstand by the bed with an unused candle in a pewter-holder on it, a small desk by the window, accompanied by a single wooden chair, a small, cracked mirror on the wall and a stool where Lilia had tossed her clothes when she went to bed. The smell was the same stagnant arid one, although another musky one had been added, though that probably came from her musky-scaled skin after the day-long journey the day before. From beyond the door, the sounds of the inn just starting up for the morning's business could be heard, and past the window, the murmur of many voices jumbled together in a single, incomprehensive noise as merchants and buyers were going to the small outlet to set up tiny stalls and browse merchandise at the annual black market gathering. Everything was as it should be.

Lilia practically had to peel off the sheets from her scaled skin as she stood out of bed, dripping with sweat. That dream again. It only happens when I sleep here... She realized that she was still trembling slightly from the nightmare, though the details of what it had been were already faded from her memory - not that it was even necessary to remember, since Lilia knew quite well what she had dreamt. It was always the same nightmare, each and every time when she slept in this inn: the clouds dyed red and black with flames and lightning, the dead littering the battlefield, her parents and friend's corpses, and... The bow. Always that blood-dripping bow, and the twisted, wicked grin of the wizard she once grew to look up to and admire.

She did not remember if she had gotten far enough in the nightmare for the wise old wizard to arrive and save her, but she figured that he had most likely not, or else her heart would not have galloped so when she had spontaneously awoken, and the sense of petrifying terror would not have lingered in her mind. The one and only scene of that wonderful old wizard that scares me... Not that it mattered - whether the wizard saved her in the nightmare or not was inconsequential to her current situation. She had more travelling to do and a merchant to meet just up the road. The wizard had been there in reality in the past, she could feel it. He had killed the man that had been standing over the ten-year-old Lilia and her murdered family and saved Lilia's life. The real wizard had not been absent or late, but arrived at the exact right time, and had rescued Lilia and taken her away from the burning ruins of her upbringing home, lead her far from the smoldering corpses of her childhood friends, and had patiently spent the following months nursing Lilia away from the edge of madness and back upon the safer shores of sanity. That tower... It was so safe... No.. No it wasn't...
At the thought, Lilia could not help but to let out a short snort of laughter, despite everything, still both amused and distressed by the irony of it all. Both from her parents and the wizard, after he became Lilia's guardian and master from there onwards, Lilia had spent her entire life listening to myths and legends of great heroes of the past, and she remembered thinking several times how cliché it was for the hero of these tales to be motivated by having their family killed and homes burnt down, only to swear revenge. How truly cruel it was that the very same fate had overcome herself at the hand of an accursed rogue band of hunters. The true irony is that, she was among them now. The very same band of hunters that killed her childhood dreams...
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PostSubject: Re: The Everbringing: Part 1 - The Rain.   The Everbringing: Part 1 - The Rain. - Page 3 I_icon_minitimeTue Mar 13, 2012 9:11 am

Freedom. Freedom of thought. Freedom of mind. Freedom of body. Free in the open, loud and clear.

Out of the dark,
Out of the night.
Into the day,
Into the light.


Ah, so It was reciting poetry now? How unusual. How unexpected. How… new. Free thoughts freely formed, away from the stigma of debauchery, and into the veil of his own mind. Out of the red of darkness, and into the blue of the light.
Sanity, colour-coded for your convenience.

The Eagles cawed. Nay, they be Blackbirds. Circling above, like some kind of forest vulture. Daring to open his eyes, he realised suddenly what must be, and was actuality. He had fallen asleep on the cart. Shade dripped to his face, like some kind of overpriced sweet machine. The grinding roar of the wooden wheels irritated him, but it was the only thing to do so. He deftly leant back, against the cart, and then let his arms hang outside. They accompanied his hanging head and he grimaced as he felt the calm breeze upon his face.

Above, lay islands. Islands of light amongst the canopy. Then shot through, and every so often, one could view these beautiful rays of light. The expanse of her powers. To be able to create such radiance… It, quite frankly, astounded him. Her power was incomprehensible, and yet she was being forced out by the conceived monotheism of Xtianity.

Such is the way of things.

The balladry of ages past swept through his mind. He closed his eyes, slowly, softer still, and let his lungs fill with the clean air. Fill his brain. Help him survive. Help him think. Not long now. Not long until they arrived at Lecreyt. This had been easy money. Too easy. Then a perturbing thought occurred. It slithered through his being, engulfing him. It encase his mental being in black- matching the thought itself. It spread, until he believed it. Developed it. Evaluated it’s likelihood, and came to unfavourable conclusions. Thus, the thought carried on occurring.

You think this is a setup, yes?

Shut up. Now was not the time. He opened his eyes again, slowly. He would not alert the others, even her. Hah. She could probably smell his doubt. Or something like that. He sat back up, intent purely on focusing on every noise, every sound around him. If anything was planned to befall them, it would not come to pass.
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PostSubject: Re: The Everbringing: Part 1 - The Rain.   The Everbringing: Part 1 - The Rain. - Page 3 I_icon_minitimeFri Apr 13, 2012 4:21 am

(If you're wondering about the wonderous and wonderful motivativation behind my sudden urge to post, listen to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata or Vivaldi's Four Seasons. Truly magnificent pieces of music.)

The tangible and monotonous clouds of precipitation's ever-divine ritual towered above them, evermore the wiser to keep the puffy-white goblets of rainwater from pouring into another glass once more. The world in which they lived upon. Lilia had grew tired of sharing the same drink, the same 'heavenly' water that was so frequently bestowed upon the east. Regardless for her evergrowing love for all things naturistic; rainwater seemed to be her one 'bane'. It always gained the better of her poor immune-system, and someone out there knew about it all too well. Lilia couldn't help but poke her head out through the back of the cart's leathery curtains to observe their current location, only to notice the afternoon sky was darkening with not just night, but grey-lined clouds too.

More rain? Surely not. A message does not need to be sent more than once...
Unless the intended recipient did not recieve the message to begin with...
The clouds that pollute the sky today are definately not natural


The clattering of hooves at the front-end of the cart clabbered against the finely-laid cobblestone, and the chestnut equines pulling the cheap-wood cart whinnied as the destination set aglore in the near distance. Persistant were the fumes of metal burning and bending, as were the sounds of people bickering and babbling to one another. A lively outskirt village; laying cheerfully at the side of a swamp-coloured lake known as Lecryt Lake, and henceforth the naming of the village was founded upon such a simplified matter. Lecryt Village. Known for it's mercantile finesse and the origin of an expensive metal similar to Silver, this village was no stranger to travellers.

And certainly not Werewolves...

She couldn't help but interrupt her own thought process with something that she should probably share with her newfound 'partner'. The use of the word master was growing old already; having not taken 'orders' for the last three days. Getting into the village would be as simple as flashing a trading permit and tossing in some female charm usually. As small as the village was, an entry fee was always such a pittance despite her large sum of currency. She'd rather 'upgrade' her 'charm' skills rather than simply tossing a few coins at the gatekeeper and being done with it. She always admired the small challenges she set herself when she used to travel the lands, but for once, acting 'normal' was pretty much essential to the 'master-plan' she had in mind. She couldn't help but flicker a thought or two about the male during the journey. An impressive use of deduction brought her to a few conclusions of who he really was, though the more finer details were hard to pinpoint, even for her eyes.

Still the autumn captured trees whispered and willowed to one another as the cart continued forward, carrying the pair of over-experienced albeit temporary bounty-hunters towards their destination.

To a halt the carriage comes,
and thus the journey's done.
We begin at dusk, not midnight's tusk,
and thus the drums begin.










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Blackness. Void of life. Void of death. Void of everything worthy of being...

The cart hitting a rather convenient and thankfully well placed pebble brought him out of thoughts of somewhere or something. It was getting upety, Impatient, Restless, and so was he. He squeezed his nose with his left index and thumb, as an alternative to itching, as it'd only itch more later. His medium length hair, covering his medium length forehead was beginning to irritate his medium length eyes, my blowing into them. The wind was picking up. He brushed his hair away to see why. Such petty distractions only served to distract him from bigger pictures. He looked up, past the city, over the lake, to the horizon. There lay mountains. The mountains stretched both ways, across the horizon, reach towards the cart, on its left, and around, meeting up with the right side behind him, which had done the same. He looked behind, to note the pass they had come through, a dip in the mountains, beyond which lay the forest they had just passed. They were currently descending towards the city, on a narrow cobblestone track, leading downwards, along the edge of the mountains, around the colossal silver quarry below. Looking up to his trappers, The mountains, they themselves seemed... odd. Unnatural.

Then he realized. Rather, remembered.

Such distractions such as scenery were only distracting him more.

Now, he moved higher still in thought. To landscape.

Now he realized what was odd. Mountains, he had been told, mirrored the coast, for some reason, the gods had seen that as a convenient method of creation. But these.. they didn't. No... they formed a bowl. The permanent rain clouds made themselves known with a low rumble. The unnatural beast plodded on. He looked down at the lake, imagining it to be the remaining sediment of a mere drain. Then, another thought entered his mind. If the water has nowhere to drain away too, what happens when the rains burst the banks?

The drain will scab over and all the vermin will drown

Shut it, you. He looked down now, to the town below. Lecryt, a sizable industrial town lay ahead. He already knew it would not be easy to get it, but he decided to leave that to her... His... Servant? He was still getting used to the term. Perhaps he should reinforce his rule, once every so often...

"Lillia, deal with the guards when we approach, and wake me when the cart stops, won't you?"

That had seemed more of a friendly request than an order, but he didn't really like being a master. He was rather more used to the opposite role, that of a servant. Suited Raemus the Mercenary just fine. But Raemus the Master? No, it did not have the same ring to it that the former had. He wondered, mused, as he lent back to resume his rest, what life would be like for him, had she been the master, and him as the servant.

As long as the quality of coiling is good...

Dammit.
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