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#201

::Feanin could hardly believe what he was hearing. He didn't know what to do. He didn't even know if Luke was telling the truth or not. Feanin glanced warily at Luke, thinking. If Luke was such a threat to them and everyone around him, he should be put in exile, away from contact. Even though, Feanin felt sorry for Luke, and knew this curse couldn't be easy. He wondered what kind of sorcerer it would take to cure Luke, or to control his urges, or to just make him tame. He needed these answers, but he hardly knew where to go for them. Feanin looked back at Luke and said, "Luke....I-I hardly know what to say. If what you're saying is true, then perhaps I am thinking you can no longer join us on this journey; at least for now till we find a sorcerer to cure you....I really don't know what to tell you, but I suppose you were doing the right thing to run away before you hurt someone. Luke, can I ask you something? When do these urges overtake you? And, do you think there is anyway you can be held back from it?" All the while that Feanin was saying this, he couldn't help but inch back further and further from Luke. He had noticed the vampire Otiluke take some goblin flesh and gone back towards the city, but Feanin had not said anything. He had enough on his mind for now.::

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#202

O.O.C:I was hoping you were going to say something like that so here we go..

Bronze looks towards Morgandy "listen I am going to attemped the joining it is very dangerous, I will be inside his mind I will relive all his emotions but I could be trapped in his mind and never find my way back I will give him some of my mana hopefully he wants to come back.I need you to talk to him about everything you have done together, anything that will have him remember that he needs to live but the most crucial thing for you to do is pull my hands from his head if you think things are not going right"
The young empath nearly out of breath trying to think of anything else he could say to help him with the joining.With a face of determination he place his hands on Svyel temples Bronze opens his minds eye the young empath begin the slow journy throught the druid closed mind"remember if anything goes wrong remove my hands" the empaths voice coming from his mouth as well as Svyels.A soft glow surrounds Bronze and Svyel

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#203

Luke looked at Feanin, "It's complicated, I dont really understand it Feanin myself. Can you imagine what it would be like it all your worse traits formed another person in you? It's not urges that bring the beast out its when I'm fighting. I'm fighting for something good but sometimes I just loose it and go berzerk and thats when it emerges." Luke shudders and looks at the corpses.

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#204

OOC: YAY thanks Tyrion.

Svyel's mind was burried deep within him. Slowly he felt the warmth of the new person coming in. He wanted to live. The oblivion he was trapped in was torture. The foreign person was hope. There was a lot of mana on him. Svyel leapt at the moment and grabbed hold of Bronze's mind. The mana began to flow into Svyel. The energy felt good. At this point Svyels body went rigid and a faint blue glow eminated from his eyes.

Otiluke plumeted into the trees and found Faenin. He did not stop to speak or anything. He knew that there was a good chance that the hunger would take over again and Faenin would be another victim. Unless of course Faenin made Otiluke the victim. The trees around were still dying and turning brown. Some had gone a shade of black.

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#205

a dwarf walks up to wherever this party is now and says,"I heard there was a party?"
(ooc: don't feel like reading all that! So i'll just pop in)

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#206

OOC: Its rather well developed plot man, please read first, besides it morgany's thread :?

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#207

The dwarf disapears
(ooc: yeh right =p)

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#208

OOC: Idiot. If they even knew the ways of roleplay they would roleplay correctly. :x

::Feanin noticed the trees turning brown and black, and noticed some of the leaves and limbs falling into large heaps on the forest floor. All these strange things were happening all at once it seemed. His head pounded as he felt it might burst. Feanin massaged his temples and replied to Luke, "Well, I meant whenever the beast takes control of you...but never mind. I think I ought to take you to see a wizard about this. Although I hardly know where to go." Feanin's heart sank as he was faced with the terrible realization that he may not see Morgandy again for longer than he thought. "Do you know of any powerful sorcerers?"

Meanwhile...
was by
Morgandy stund this practice and the blue glow coming out of Svyel's eyelids and the glow that surrounded Bronze and Svyel. Without another thought Morgandy hoped for the best and sat down on a stool beside the bed. She began her tale from the moment she met him, in his form as an old, kindly man. Morgandy put detail into everything from her memory and ended her tale when he had been knocked unconcious from their battle with the goblins in the forest. Little by little Morgandy noticed small changes in Svyel. His eyes began to glow brighter and opened more, a smile came across his face, and he even moved his fingers a bit. Nothing ever seemed to go wrong so she never had to pull Bronze's hands away. This all gave Morgandy hope that Svyel would finally be cured and they would be on their way again.

Meanwhile....

With some difficulty, Irinya staggered over the very last tree roots of the forest and tripped out onto bright, open plain. Though she lay on the muddy ground in her now even dirtier clothes, Irinya grinned with joy as she finally saw open ground, not covered by dense forest. She, Rode and Fern had just spent two days traveling through the forest, receiving scratches, cuts, bruises, sprains, and soreness of muscles, as well as colds from the damp climate and exceedingly muddy clothes. Now, they were finally past it. Rode let out a hand to help Irinya up. They now all looked gratefully out onto the open plain of the Great Northern Wild. Dry, brown lands faded into icy, bare tundra, and beyond it was the ancient mountain range of Umbra. Many believed this range did not exist anymore, but now it was clear to the three weary travelers that they were still standing, and beautifully majestic. Somewhere deep within the range were the Great Caves, where Syella resided. That was their destination. For their next destination, none of them knew.::

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#209

(OOC: me idiot? =( well sorry to dissapoint you m'lady, I just lazy, not taking the time to read 14 pages of things...and what was i thinking? i shouldnt have just hopped into a 14page RP anyways, my most humble apologies.)

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#210

Luke could sense his companions worry ans uneasiness, Luke himself if positions were reversed would probaly be absolutely terrified. Looking for a wizerd would waste too much to time in their quest. Something dawned on Luke, he hadn't been sent here to hunt Yuna must of known this would happen. She was using me as a plug to her leaking ship. These fellows were moving fast until he had got in their way.

Luke looked lost in thought, if shes been using me and her other minions to keep these fellows going around in circles there must be another group that actualy has the crystal. I'm not any use here, if me and Feanin go looking for a wizerd we'll waste too much time by then Yuna would have the crystal. Luke stood up and pased back forth. If Yuna gets the crystal were doomed, if I move ahead and delay maybe syvel will get better in time, then him Morgandy and Feanin could come finsh her off after I weaken her.

Luke pulled a piece of parchment and a pen which he took off the body of a goblin that hadn't been burned, and started scribling he wrote down insctructions for Morgandy to stay here and to wait for Syvel to get better then to come after him. He wrote that he was sure Yuna was after whoever really had the crystal, and not to send Feanin after him again. He felt that she would be needing him more than Luke would.

"Here take this to Morgandy, don't come after me again till Syvel is well, and I'm sorry in advance." Luke said, then in a flash he raised his hadn and Feanin flew back into a tree and was stunned. Luke made sure the note was in his hand. He walked a ways away and looked into the brush.

"You vampire I need a guide now, help me and I'll help you." Luke fixed his eyes on the figure.

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#211

OOC: Naymu, you're honestly wasting our time. Please, if you're not going to post anything relating to our current situation and aren't even going to bother to look through all the previous pages to have some background, then do us all a favor and leave. You're wasting your time and ours.

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#212

Svyel felt the need to recoil into the darkness. Suddenly the outside world felt much darker than the void he was trapped in.
"AAAHHHH!!!" his voice echoed through the minds of all that was present at the time. The loneliness was overwhelming. He grabbed at Tyrions mind and began pulling him into the rescesses of his mind. The other mind felt warming and comforting but it was nothing compared to the darkness that swallowed him. Suddenly the shock made him realise that he needed to emerge. His mind surfaced. He released Tyrion and then returned to his body where he sat bolt upright and began screaming. She was missing. He didn't know who but there was someone crucial to his life that was missing. Svyels's body trembeled and went pale. He scrambled into a corner where he screamed and then broke down into tears and curled up into a ball.

Otiluke stared at Luke "What could you offer to me. Ungh..." He supressed the hunger by leaping onto the nearest goblin body and drinking deeply from a wound. He immediatly began to throw up after the final swallow. At least the shock pushed the hunger back a bit. "Sorry... Umm... Yes, you were saying."

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#213

Luke held out his hand slashed it with a dagger and let the blood drip into a flask that was no more than three cups big. "I need you to track a witch down for me, each day I'll give you some of my blood. I know you'r starving." Luke pulled out a necklace that was held many red jewels, "Here's something of her's, now can you track her?"

OOC: Sorry about my bad grammar and spelling hard to notice these things when you are thinking about your character, plot etc.

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#214

::Feanin was again stunned, but waited no longer. He took Luke's advice and note, and set off back towards the city. Feanin realized he had been unconcious for a night; the night before was when he had left Morgandy; the early morning was when he and Luke had fought off the goblins. Now, it was late morning of the next day. More and more Feanin noticed the trees seemed to be dying. He shivered to think what could be doing this. Just before Feanin entered the city gates, he turned back and sent mind-speech to Luke: 'Good luck and health, friend, to wherever ye may go. I do hope we will meet again.' Feanin hardly knew what Luke's motives were, but reading the note he had an idea that he was going to try to defeat Yuna, single-handed. Feanin felt this was a foolishly risky idea, and that Luke might meet his doom. However, Feanin knew that was something Luke would do, and that now their paths had to part, at least for the time being.

Meanwhile...

Morgandy had a feeling of overwhelming joy and relief when she saw Svyel awaken. These feelings were put aside for fear and worry when Svyel screamed and ran off in a corner, crying. Immediately Morgandy ran over to him. She tried to be gentle and said, "Svyel, are you alright? Do you need anything? Oh, for heaven's sake you must be starving-", but she couldn't finish, for just then a nurse burst through the door. "Sorry to bother," she stammered, "but...somone's here to see you miss...someone who had left." Morgandy rose, her heart now lifting again from the pit of despair it had been sinking ever deeper in for nearly the entire night and day. "L-Let him i-in," Morgandy stammered. The nurse nodded, went back out, and in a moment not she, but Feanin came in through the large oak doors! Morgandy rushed over to him, throwing her arms around his neck. He hugged her tightly and laughed. When he put her down she saw that she had a cut on his chin, and many cuts and bruises and some parts of his garments were torn. "What's happened," she asked, "Are you hurt? Oh, Feanin, where is Luke? How'd they let you in?-" Feanin put a finger to Morgandy's lips and said, "All will be answered later. First, here is this. It's from Luke." He handed her the note. Morgandy read it, and nearly cried. "He thinks Yuna knows of Irinya and Rode...Oh dear, where could he have gone off to-", she was cut off, "Even I do not know for sure," Feanin declared, "but that is not important now. How is Svyel?" Morgandy looked down and over to where Svyel still crouched. They walked over to him. "Svyel," said Feanin, "what is wrong? Are you alright? Morgandy, what happened to him?" Morgandy looked helplessly over to where Bronze stood.
"I think it's time you met the empath," she said. "Bronze, this is Feanin. Feanin, this is Bronze." Feanin warily rose and shook hands with the empath. Morgandy knew Feanin did not entirely trust empaths, and thought they were risky company, but then again, Feanin hardly trusted anyone he met.::

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#215

Bronze felt drain and very tired the druid had taken more mana then Bronze was prepared for.Bronze looks upon Syvel so close to the void to the nothingness to the eternal sleep yet somehow he did it the druid was certainly strong willed with some pushing from the empath his journy back is complete but how has it change Syvel what did the void do to himBronze watched as Syvel backed himself into the corner the empath felt his own soul sadden to see the strong will druid overcome with grief of his torn heart but Bronze closed his minds eye not wanting to feel anyones emotion but is own.Morgandy was trying to help Syvel when a nurse burst in followed by a male fae Morgandy intruduce them even with out the empaths minds eye he could sensce the male fae not trusting the empath Bronze sighs but still smiles "I think we need to see to Syvel" turning towards the druid "Syvel we are here to help" hoping the druid would respond

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#216

Svyel lay there crying and whispered in a small voice "She isn't there. She isn't there. She isn't there." He looked up at Bronze. "I'm all alone. She isn't there." He said through sobs. "All alone. Alone. No one there."
Svyel trembled and closed his eyes with tears streaming down his face.

Otiluke looked at luke with cofusion. No one had ever offered their blood to him. He took the flask with a gratefull smile on his face. "Thank you. I can track this witch down, it will just take some spell components and some time." He looked at the flask for a moment and smiled, exposing his fangs then downed the contents of the flask. The hunger was instantly soothed but not gone all together. "I also need to find the druid who knows the vamparism cure. Yes that does actually exist I just don't know how to make it. Oh and thanks again for that. I should have some more self control now."

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#217

O.O.C:First let me apologize for not spelling your name right Svyel in my last post sometimes I can be a dim-wit.......sorrys :oops: and I will wait for Morgandy and luke to post before I do. I don't want to be rude and dim-witted...lol

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#218

Luke nodded he felt lightheaded but popped a minty herb in his mouth to keep him alert. "Alright just hurry. I know a druid named Svyel when this is all over maybe he can cure you."

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#219

OOC: Hey no problem Tyrion. Many people misspell this name and my real one. So I'm pretty used to it.

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#220

::Morgandy and Feanin turned back towards Svyel. Morgandy felt crushed. She had been so anxious for Svyel just to wake up. She had been naive, and thought this would solve their problems. She was wrong; Svyel seemed harrassed. His deep unconciousness must have created much wear-and-tear on his body, mind, and spirit. Also, Morgandy had a never-ending curiosity to know who she was. After a long and uncomfortable silence, Feanin said, "What shall we do?"

Meanwhile...

Irinya hungrily devoured an old apple she had kept in her pack. She had been fasting for a long time, because of her depression and anxiety. Now, as she began to feel happier and a bit more confident, she knew she needed to regain her strength and eat something. Last night she had finally gotten a good night's sleep. Days before she was still tossing and turning and her mind was livid with nightmares. Last night was a dreamless sleep, and Irinya slept nearly all through it. She, Rode, and Fern were on the border of the brown fields and the icy tundra. Though the nights grew colder and colder as they inched further into Northern terrain, they all bundled up warmly enough and bunched around the fire whenever there was a chance. However, Rode had been growing anxious and agitated. The barren land unnerved him, and he feared they were too easy prey for goblins and other predators. Fern went about being his cheerful old self. He hummed softly to himself, played his lyre, told jokes and poems, and often widdled a stick to make daggers or read aloud to Rode and Irinya from his many books. Fern's cheerful outlook also kept Irinya's spirits up, and even moody Rode laughed a time or two, smiled, and sang along to poems or songs. Withing about two days time, at this rate, they would come to the edge of the Umbra Mountains. They all hoped that once there, they could find the Great Northern Caves soon and Syella too.::

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#221

Otiluke licked the blood off of his lips and followed Luke. The thirst ebbed and he felt more in control of his body. He was truly grateful towards Luke. His mind began playing with the idea that they could be considered blood brothers now and it made him chortle at the fact that "Luke" was in his own name.

Svyel's mind was wandering onto who was the mystery she. She had been with him all his life yet Svyel never noticed her. This remineded him of the saying "You never miss the water till the well runs dry." But now the well has run dry and he missed the water he never knew.

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#222

Luke turned around and looked at the vampire, "Ok I guess I'll take you back to where I remember seeing the witch last, it's probaly a few days walk." Luke looked a little pale but he was awake he'd been chewing on some sort of minty little herb that made the air smell fresh. Luke turned back around walked down a trail that only seemed he could see. The brush was thick and at many parts had to be cut through.

Luke pondered how Svyel was doing, the two walked some more...

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#223

::Irinya, Rode, and Fern were now scrambling up the low mountainside. They had made it to the mountain at the time they had expected, but now it was nearly dusk and Fern told them to keep going up the mountain. The mountains were rocky and very treacherous; Irinya thought, even more than the Rheythel mountains they had already passed that were said to be the most treacherous. Jagged rocks covered the mountainside, with curtains and tangles of ivy, vines, moss, and other plant life dangling here and there and which often had to be cut down to see their path. It was obvious these mountains were old, and hardly anyone had passed through or inhabited them for ages. Irinya was beginning to see why. The mountains were drenched in mist, so one had to be wary of where or how they stepped, or they might slip and fall down the mountainside. The jagged rocks were everywhere; one could hardly tell where they were going to be next; and since the plant overgrowth and mist made it hard to see, the three of them were constantly scraping or cutting their ankles, legs, and hands on the rocks' sharp edges. Their path was not so pleasant either. It consisted of tiny pebbles, that were not a comfort to one's feet and often flew up from kicking them and would hit someone else. Irinya kept her hopes up in waiting for Fern to tell them they could rest for the night-after all, they had been traveling all day-but it never came. They traveled nearly all night in these treacherous and hellish conditions. After a few hours a light rain started, which soon became a heavy downpour; which lasted most of the night. Luckily they carried lanterns to light their way. After what seemed like years, the gray of dawn began to approach. Not long after, their path took a turn into a shallow valley surrounded by dark overhanging rocks. Just beyond this lay a small clearing; and here was something Irinya never expected to see in these mountains. The clearing was a green, lush field. On the far side of it, opposite Irinya, Rode and Fern, grew a small grove of tall pines. These trees were not the dense, scratchy type of the previous forest. Their branches were soft to the touch and the ground was even with hardly any underbrush or roots. Surrounding the clearing's other sides were caves in the rock face. These caves were dry, and strange, for they were lit by iron torches set evenly apart in the cave walls. The light of the torches cast a warm glow on the clearing, forest, and rock face. The three were so exhausted and happy at this welcoming sight that they almost immediately walked into the shelter of the forest. Here, strange orb-like lights lit the treetops. They reminded Irinya of the elf-globes of Hillanya. Also, a beautiful music of reed pipes and harps and drums and melodious singing filled the air. Beautiful wildflowers of a kind Irinya had never seen, tiny flitting lights that seemed to giggle and dance, and a glimpse of something white and graceful that resembled a horse, caught their eyes. They immediately tumbled down onto the soft grass, letting the music lull them into a sweet slumber. A light rain now fell, but here it seemed soft and warm, covering them in a warm blanket. All these things helped them into their sleep, and from then till noon they slept deeply and peacefully.::

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#224

Into the third night of their journey Luke began to reconize most of the landmarks. It was like walking back in time or into a dream, but this dream was no dream it was more like a nightmare. All the land stank of death and rot, a cold black tower tower stood on the horizon. Luke berated himself for hiring the vampire, he didn't need a tracker he could sense Yuna's calls from here. She knew something was not right but she wouldn;t reconize him not now, it had been a long time since she'd seen me in human form she's so used to the demon the man will be nothing more than a peasant the most she may be is suspicios.

Luke flexed his hand reopened the cut in his hand and let some blood pour into the flask, he handed it to the vampire, "I'm sorry I brought you out here I had foreseen that she would be moving more now waiting here." Luke took out a parchment piece and scrawled a note on it, "take this to a Fae named Morgandy, shes staying with the Druid, Svyel. Don't let anyone else but Morgandy see it along the way." The note read:

It is different than I imagined the witch does not move, she stays in a fortress tower. I'm going to wait for you here and watch what she is up too. But something troubles me, the land here is barren with death and rot, I know not if it involves the witch but the stink of evil drenches it. Hope Svyel convalences well, be vigilant.

-Luke

"Go now!"

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#225

Otiluke took the note and the flask. He drank half of the flasks contents and looked at Luke's pale face. "Here I can see you need this badly." He began talking in a low tone "avian haemos vitreae." The blood in the flask floated into the air and took on the form of a bird and flew into Luke when Otiluke pointed at him. The blood splattered all accross Luke's chest but then absorbed through his skin into his body. Luke's blood supply had been increased. Otiluke then took off towards Morgandy and the others.

Svyel looked at Morgandy and Bronze. His eyes filled with fresh tears and he was still pale. "She is not there." He slowly got up and walked weakly over to the other two. He had to grab onto Bronzes shoulder to stabalise himself. What he saw next filled him with fear anger and immense sadness. Through the window he saw the trees dying, wilting and blackening.

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#226

O.O.C: I am back guys sorry life became a little hectic but it's getting a tad better :D

Bronze stared at the druid seeing Svyel struggle thru his inner torment.The young empath fought a wave of helplessness I can heal wounds of the body not of the heart and soul. As Svyel slowly rised and walked over to Bronze and Morgandy the druid grabbed the empaths shoulders even in his weaken state the empath could feel the strength in his hands."Are you.. " before finishing his sentence Bronze felt the druid overwhelmed with anger and sadness "Svyel whats wrong?" as Bronze turns to see what was upsetting the druid.

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#227

OOC: Sorry life's been hectic, Tyrion. :( Mine's been kinda rough lately too.

::Morgandy felt great sympathy for the weakened Svyel. Her thoughts kept wandering back to who 'she' was. Morgandy dearly wished Svyel could tell them, so that they could help him, and he could get better, and they could be on their way. Morgandy's body still ached all over, and she realized how hungry she was from the jolt of pain in her stomach...Feanin watched the Druid's gaze and his anger at what he saw. Through a small window near the ceiling one could see the tree branches swaying, but just like the trees of the forest, these too were quickly turning black and dying. Feanin wondered how he could tell the others of what Luke had done; the massacre, his true identity, and his seemingly foolish fleeing. Feanin wondered if he should even tell them of Luke's true self; he wondered if he should just wait, and maybe if they met Luke again he would tell them if he thought it necessary. Besides, Feanin might not be believed, and he didn't want to cause trouble or more fear and agony among them.

Meanwhile....

Irinya and Rode did not realize it, but they had entered the hidden realm of Sprigg. This enchanted land held many wonders, some of which they had already half-conciously witnessed. The flitting light Faeries, the dazzling white Unicorns, the reed pipe music of Satyrs which filled the air for miles, the elemental Dryads and Naiads, the talking animals, and the welcoming, beautiful environment all called this realm home. Fern, however, knew this place. He had come here once before, but not intentionally of course, and neither had he come in that state here this time.* He knew not where they would rest, this just happened to meet them. The three awoke a bit after noon. They felt refreshed though, and when they got up they did not need to stretch for the grass of Sprigg was like laying on a soft warm bed of piles and piles of down feathers. The music had stopped, but the singing of some whimsical whooping bird called in the sunny breeze. They ate a quick meal of apples and meat. After much pleading and inquiring on Rode's and Irinya's part, Fern told them where they were. The elves were quite astonished to know that they had been so blessed as to come here. In light moods, they decided to search the caves for Syella. The torches were still lit, for in the caves it would be dark. It was pleasantly warm though, and the three enjoyed most of the afternoon exploring these caves.::

*Sprigg was cut off from almost all intruders. This was because it held the only rowan tree left; prized for its healing powers. Travelers had greatly abused it in the past, and so Sprigg's inhabitants put a spell on the realm to cut off any intruder who meant to come there and meant ill. If they did so come, terrible things were said to happen to them. Irinya, Rode, and Fern got in because they meant no ill and did not intentionally come there. Fern had come to Sprigg before, but he had long since forgotten where it was, and did not know he was headed there this time when they came to it.

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#228

OOC: Don't worry Tyrion, I can sympathise with a hectic life.

Otiluke took off towards Morgandy's location. The new blood in his system revived him a bit and he feels newer and almost younger. Otiluke began whistling the death march on the way. He felt almost happy.

Svyel looked at Tyrion. "You must be an empath. I felt you in my mind. Could you look for the cause of the trees dying. Try empathing with a tree. I'll help decipher their language." Svyel said through gritted teeth. Anger surged through him. She was still missing though. Who ever she was and Svyel felt worried.

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#229

Luke climbed down from the dead tree he had been sleeping in, and carefuly picked his path, the ground was black with soot and ash. Luke snuck past a few goblins sitting in small camp. He had been living like this for the last day or two, feeding off camps of goblins like a scavenger. Slwly pasing himself as he drew closer to the obsidian black tower in the center of this death field.

Luke kept his hat low and dodged from tree to tree easing into an abandon hamlet. Luke crushed any memories that flooded back into to his head. His old home was nothing more than burnt out shacks, he stepped inside one and sat down munching on a few seeds he picked up from the few living plants left. Suddenly he a loud sniffing noise, a goblin mounted on a tamed grey wolf, slowly rode through the deserted hamlet. The wolfs large eyes were caked over with grime and his ribs showed through, yellow teeth stained with blood filled it's jaw, the rider was far worse for ware. It's grimy hair hung down in glumps, it's sick green skin sagged from age, but undeath it hid raw muscular power that could rip a man's arm off.

The goblin rider bended low and slid off his mount and sniffed the ground near the door where Luke was riding, he pushed it open with a badly scarred hand and a dark shadow was last thing the beasty saw. Luke had stabbed through the door with his sword and impaled the poor fellow through the temple. Luke pulled the sword out and leaped out and cut off the head of the deranged grey wolf. A few more sentry goblins stood further into the hamlet, they gave startled shouts at the foreign warrior. Luke bolted, he ran through the dead landscape, his feet took over and sooner than he expected he ended up infront of the black castle. He climbed up a near by tree and leapt through a stain glassed window. He was safe, but now he was trapped in the lair of his enemy...

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#230

OOC: If anybody doesn't like what my characters do just say and I'll edit.

Otiluke felt the warmth of adrenaline surge through his new blood. The adrenaline wasn't his own. "Luke!"
Otiluke changed direction and ran towards the last place he had seen Luke. The panic was spreading through him.

OOC: Not much I can write about Svyel now I'll wait until next appropriate post.

OOC Again: I have an idea for date orientation make sure our characters are living in the same day. Kinda like Luke and Otiluke are three days ahead of Svyel, Morgandy, Bronze etc... Post a date (eg. day 7) and then all posts stay in that time frame and if you want to move to the next day post in caps at the end "END DAY 7" or whatever day it is.

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#231

OOC: I am not posting yet either because I too am waiting for the right time. Also, Luke, in what direction exactly are you going? Are you going back towards the way we were headed and then had to turn around (that would be north west) or are you going back towards the Citadel, the mountains where you used to live in, etc.? (that would be south east) I'm getting a little confused about where you're going and I'd like to get a mental picture. Thanks! :) Also, I see your point now about the date thing, Svyel. I will remember to do that. Oh, and right now Irinya, Rode and Fern are about a week ahead of Morgandy, Svyel, Feanin, and Bronze. How about this: for in different lands and the farther away you are, times vary in days and weeks. Think of it as time zones, only wider time zones. It will make this easier in the time changes. :)

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#232

OOC: Ok my character's home town was where Yuna's tower is now, when I went off on that speech I told Feanin when i burned down my own home i mean whole village, its abandon now Yuna's tower was built only a short time after my homestead was destroyed, Luke worked for Yuna since he was seventeen hes now about thirty. When he was the beast he served her. So when I said he was home he was in his old village and close to where Yuna now lives. That work ok?

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#233

O.O.C:Thanks guys for the encouraging words :D

Bronze nodded to Svyel,the young empath closes his eyes and opens his minds eyes reaching towards the woods opening himself to the emotions that awaits there for him.

Beads of sweat began dripping down the empaths face "I feel pain...sorrow...b.b.betrayel".Bronze looked towards Svyel tears falling freely from the empath " I feel NO..NO..NO" all at once the entire woods project their emotions into the empath" B.B.B ETRAYEL".Bronze falls to the floor whimpering "to much s.s.stop calling me"

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#234

OOC: Shall we try the date track thing? Let's compress time a bit for the story and say it's day 1.

DAY 1.

Svyel broke contact with Bronze and yelled out of the window, but instead of his voice, the sound of trees blowing wildly in the wind resounded from his mouth. Instantly the trees stopped bombarding Bronze with the crying and wailling. (OOC: Thanks Tyrion. Perfect what I wanted to happen) Svyel snapped round and and tried to help Bronze up but Svyel was too angry to do it gently. Accidentally he left bruise marks on Bronzes arm.

Otiluke soon found Luke's last known location, but Luke wasn't there. "PERIOR, MORTORIAS." Otiluke said aloud as though calling to someone in the distance. A rush of energy flowed to him and colided with him. But instead of knocking him back, the energy shattered and powderised into the air showering down to the ground as a faint blue glow. Soon a lot of the glow vanished but where feet had trod in the past hour the glow remained. Otiluke followed the footprints that looked most like Luke's.

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#235

OOC: Ok, thanks Luke. I was confused about that. Also, along with the time indicators, when we're traveling let's say in what direction we're headed i.e. north, northeast, northwest, west, south, southeast, southwest. It'll be less confusing then. Irinya, Rode and Fern are traveling to the far north right now. Hillanya is in the near north. Bonnyvale is in the south, Yuna's tower is in the south east.

STILL DAY 1: late in the afternoon

::Morgandy went to Bronze and said, "Are you alright? Do you need anything? If it's not too much trouble, can you tell us who it is Svyel longs for?" Morgandy didn't want to be rude, but they were running out of time. If things kept dragging on like this they would stay in Hillanya for too long and by that time Yuna could have full power! Quickly, Morgandy turned to Feanin and said, "It's now or never. We're running out of time. Tell me what it is you were to tell me." They walked off into a corner so as not to be heard and Feanin told her about his meeting in the woods with Luke, the goblins and their battle, how Luke was a demon, and that he had left, thinking he could take on Yuna single-handed. When he was finished, Morgandy said, "The goblins...they're all dead?" Feanin nodded. Morgandy felt safe to know that at least that goblin camp could not come nearer to Hillanya, but she was also disturbed and disbelieving at what Luke did. "So Luke said he killed all of them?" "Yes," said Feanin. "Although you can never be too sure; I've never heard of any creature that ever lived that could do something like that single-handed." Morgandy nodded, still in disbelief. "Where did Luke head off to? Did you see him go?" Feanin said, "I saw him go back into the woods a ways, and head south. He did say he would wait for us, but something tells me he did not." Morgandy shook her head, sighed and said, "I fear what Yuna might do to him if she finds out he betrayed her. If he knows anything at all he should not give away any information..." Her voice trailed off. Then she said, "Feanin, I fear Luke will do something terrible. Whether it be his will or not, I fear something terrible is going to happen. We must leave here soon and go after him!" Feanin nodded. He had been thinking the same thing for quite a while. "What about Svyel?" He said. They turned towards him and Bronze with sympathy. Morgandy said, "He is the only one I know of who we can trust and give us the information we need. If we do not have his guidance, I do not know where to turn!" Feanin realized something and said, "I think the answer to your curse cannot be solved yet. As long as you are far from it, I don't think we have to worry about it. Morgandy, I think it's time we started working towards the downfall of Yuna." Morgandy looked at him and said, "Your right. All along I've been worried about my curse. The real problem is Yuna. She must be destroyed. From what I hear from you she is rapidly gaining power. However much though, I shiver to think." With a silent look, Morgandy and Feanin agreed upon leaving Hillanya immediately and going after Luke. Now the only problem was breaking it to Svyel that they had to leave him.::

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#236

Luke held his sword infront, but it wobbled and shaked like mad like the rest of him. Fear was literally surging through him and threatened to drive him mad. His breath came in cold rasps that he could see in the cold dark tower room.

The room was ten feet by ten feet with nothing in it at all except a tall black wood door opposite Luke, Luke walked in short staggered steps. Adrenilin pumped through him it permeated his blood and made every single nerve in his body stand on edge, each of those tiny nerves shouted their messages to Luke's brain, hhis muscles tensed and relaxed all by themselves.

Luke forced himself to unglue one hand from his katana and grab the doorknob, with a violent twist he threw the door open and slahed with one hand nothing but the the door revealed a large circular room that raised slight in the center, three other door lined the outside walls. Luke spasmed with a fear, the throne rotated around revealing Yuna.

Luke felt like he was having a heart attackm the female figure sat on the throne ahood hid her eyes. She was deceptively beutiful but Luke knew it was only a vain spell. Luke's fear slowly seeped out of him leaving only anger and a thirst of vengance. He raised his katana in a stance of duelers.

The witch Yuna stood up raised her hands and casted lighting bolts at Luke, he blocked them with his sword which seemed to swallow the bolts with a white holy light. Luke felt reassured by the glow, Yuna smiled wickedly and held her hand out straight, a sword of pure black steel formed up from the floor which Yuna wielded like any master. Luke swalloed...

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#237

Day 1: Late afternoon/early evening

Bronze focused on his teachings to clear his mind from the remnents of the emotions casted from the woods.Loking at Svyel "Thank you,the trees overwhelmed me I couldn't keep my own thoughts cleared" the young empath smiled weakly as he looked at the bruises that were forming on his arms."What is going on,what have I walked into" looking towards the two fae's whispering in the corner.

"Is there trouble?" not wanting to open his minds eye so soon again."Can I help?,I offer my services to those who need it".The young empath looked first to druid then the faes

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#238

STILL DAY 1
::Suddenly Morgandy sensed great danger. It came from miles and miles away, but she sensed it strongly and it sent chills down her spine. It was something evil...something terrible was going to happen...Morgandy told Feanin. They knew they needed to leave as soon as possible.

Meanwhile...

Irinya was walking through a passageway deep in the caves. Lit torches still hung here, but also foot wide holes in the rock wall appeared here and there as windows. Strange and mysterious symbols and images lined the cave walls in orange, black, purple, blue, and gold. They were all very beautiful, and Irinya guessed some were of Sprigg's mystical creatures. On the floor of the caves, tiny daisies and lilacs grew in clusters along the base of the walls. Rode was somewhere near; he and Irinya had parted down seperate ways about fifteen minutes ago. The last time they had both seen Fern had been about two hours ago; they both hoped he was alright. As Irinya's passageway started descending into a steady slope, she began to hear a hauntingly beautiful sound; it was music. The tune was light and cheerful, but also held a sense of great sympathy and sorrow. The tune sounded as if it was being played by chimes, drums, harps, and flutes. The louder it grew, the faster Irinya went. Soon it was very close, and Irinya could hear singing too. She ran as fast as she could, around this corner and that, until she was nearly out of breath. She stopped to rest, and closed her eyes. Now she was definitely in the room where the music came from, she was sure of it! When she raised her head and opened her eyes, Irinya was stunned at the sight. Little fauns and creatures that looked like badgers and raccoons and squirrels sat in a semi-circle, all tooting on flutes and whistles, strumming harps and lyres, beating on drums, and twinkled on chimes. The animals looked like the animals that they were, but they were all oversized and wearing clothes. The fauns were stout, short little men who might look like children to an untrained eye, their beards were red, black, gold, and brown and their eyes twinkled with joy. Also, the same little flitting lights Irinya and the others had seen the night before now danced around the musicians. Irinya looked closer at them, and realized they were pixies! Little light pixies who loved music and dancing but especially enjoyed playing pranks. The singing came from a beautiful woman in the center of the semi-circle. She looked quite young and graceful, but Irinya had a sense that she seemed very old and wise. Her silver hair was in loose curls that hung down to her waist and she was wearing a light purple gown. Her bright blue eyes reflected the pixies' light. Irinya was almost undoubtful that this was Syella. Beautiful tapestries of gold and maroon hung on the walls depicting wondrous images. The musicians sat on a beautiful, plush purple rug. When Irinya entered, the music did not stop, but kept playing for about another two minutes. The musicians didn't even seem to notice her and Irinya felt like she was watching a great play. Looking to her left, Irinya was surprised to see that Rode and Fern had already come to the scene as well, and were just as transfixed as she. Finally the music stopped and Irinya, Rode, and Fern all clapped their hands and cheered saying, "Bravo!", "Wonderful!" and "Again! Again!" The musicians and pixies all now took notice of them and smiled, blushing with bashfulness. Now the woman rose from her seat and walked over to the three travelers. "Welcome," she said, her voice deep and soulful, "We have been expecting you. Come with us, we're just about to dine." And with that the woman turned and walked through a carved oak door, with the musicians and pixies following, and Irinya, Rode and Fern went too.::

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#239

OOC: Okay I guess this response is a little earlier than I thought I would post but hey. The sooner the better.

Day 1 Same time as you lot.

Svyel felt the cold spike of evil. It sent shivers down his spine. This coldness reminded him of the absence of that person, whoever she was. He grabbed up all of his stuff and asked "Are we gonna go?"

Otiluke stumbled amongst some trees to follow the foot prints. The lead him into a small hamlet. The footprints ended at a corpse of another man. "Damn. Wrong prints." Otiluke drained some of the blood from the corpse. He could feel the strength growing in his undead body. It felt good. He followed another set of prints that he hoped would lead him to the right place. These new prints lead him to a black castle like structure. The prints went through the air and Otiluke thought that must be Luke. Who else would be brave or crazy enough to do that. Otiluke jumped through the window. He saw Yuna standing near Luke with the black sword ready to strike. "YOU!!!" He bellowed and before he new it his hands and tongue had reeled out a series of devastating frost, fire and lightning spells.

OOC: Hope everyone has a good week. Seems things have been a tad unpleasant lately. :D

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#240

Yuna motions with one hand a figure detached itself from one of the stone columes that encirlce the chamber and throws itself into the spells casted by the vampire. Luke looked oddly at the vampire, a vampire spell weaver? Luke was glad the vampire hadn't left and was glad for his help, "I welcome you again friend," he said with some relief. The witch Yuna face contorted with anger at the sight of the vampire, with a wide waving gesture the stone columes animated to life, taking on the form of rock gray soldiers each weilding a variety of deadly weapons the throne slid to the side revealing a dark tunnel which Yuna disappeared down.

"NO!" Luke shouted he leaped down the hole after her...

OOC: If it's alright with you syvel I want my first battle with Yuna to be one on one, I'm going to loose but not die, i have a surpirse kind of ending that will explain alot of my character. :wink: