Crisis of the Worlds

[Redwing]

((OOS: How does Talon currently look, anyway?))

 

Cliffs

 

*The wind deposits the group on a red-soiled plateau and dies down*

 

Rwos: I don't see anyone.

 

*Just as he says that, a brown-skinned gargoyle in black armor studden with red crystals emerges from the rocks, a long spear in hand*

 

Gargoyle: Strangers! What brings you to this place?

[Kuuki]

((Ack, I wish i could draw ^_^;

 

Well he's tall 6'2", got pointed ears, long dark hair.

 

Hmm

 

better yet to explain liek this:

Pic of Sasshuomaru

 

Lose the hair for darker sorter hair (shorter meaning not as long as this)

Lose the cresant moon, the robes, and give him a more simpler set. (not lke he'd have a tee shirt and a pair of jens under a cloak *heh*, more like a whitish Trench coat like robe, which is long enough to touch the ground, over rather baggy pants (like Sasshoumaru's, but a little tighter), he doesn't need shoes, a shirt, agian rather loose, it usualy covers a sort of personal armour that he someitmes wears.)

 

Anti-Anti-Kevlar round

sharp object (Knife ment for, but is adapted for minor protection agenst most sword types)

Equiped with anti-energytype shielding (it'll take two shots before its useless.

 

He also has four swords (most of the time is covered by the trench);

Ichimonji (A powerful katana where it automatically changes its elemental property from holy to darkness depending on the opponent),

 

Calabolg (Davin's silver hibred broadsword-katana (curved like a katana, but wide. Almost like a scimtar, but the blade remains as wide through the length of the blade.) which is re-enforced with steel and ruins. The handle has been made to channel a demon's elemental property through the made itself, making it more powerful, and more of a true 'extention' of one's self)

 

The Nameless (Talon's personaly forged longsword, where the actual blade porton of the steal slightly oscillates (giving it a wavy design on the sides of the steel (not like a flamberge where the whole blade is oscillating, just where the cutting part is made on both sides (ie the middle where it is flat))), the sword was also had its blade re-enforced with a diamond coating. Besides the cutting power of the blade, it was also ment to 'curse' whom ever had been cut by it, almsot poisoning the wounded, slowing him/her down.)

And a Cyrstal Light saber (Little anyone knows how he obtained such weapon, he carries it like it he uses it along with his other swords...)

 

))

[Deac]

Deac: Rwos! You'd best do the talking!

[Redwing]

((sorry bout this, will post tomorrow ^^;; *ducks Scar's cattle prod*))

[Kuuki]

((Ah ha! forgot about using that bugger!

 

*Bzzzzzzzzt!!*))

[Redwing]

Rwos: We are travellers from a distant place, seeking to stop a great threat that wishes to ravage these lands. We respectfully request an audience with your Nalas.

 

Gargoyle: Our Nalas already expect visitors, but you are not they. How do we know you are not spies from our enemies?

 

H'lena: Should not it be the job of the Nalas to judge us?

 

Gargoyle: So they shall, then. *He utters a birdlike call through his teeth. Other gargoyles clad in similar armor with differently colored crystal studs emerge from the rocks and surround the group*

 

Gargoyle: Come, follow me.

 

*He starts off towards the mountain*

 

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Town

 

Man: You saw the Orka? They came here to negotiate. But Bastern and Lord Derk wouldn't even listen to them. Just ran them out of town...guess you saw that part, eh...I don't know about you, but I'm getting my tail out of this settlement within the week, while I still can. My advice to you is to do the same. ...What brings you here in the first place, anyway? Business? Trading? Come to view the Arc of King Veldimos?

[Kuuki]

Talon "I'm here on personal business. And as for those men whom you called Bastern and that Lord Derk, from the looks of things here I have nothing to fear. But keep that to yourself. How ever I have to admit I am from quite a remore place from here, who would this King Veldiemoss? And also what of this Arc you spoke of?"

 

((spelt wrong on purpose))

 

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Davin 'What's H'lena getting me into...'

[Deac]

Hammerhead: Mr Rwos, please, can you tell us what these terms mean?

[Redwing]

Rwos: *low voice* The Nalas are a group of sorcerers that hold high status in gargoyle clans such as these. We can only hope they're friendly. *even lower* Or we may have a messy fight on our hands.

 

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Man: *gawking* You've never heard of the Arc of King Veldimos? You certainly are from lands most remote. For fifty years the Arc of King Veldimos - with which he single-handedly wiped out an army vast as the Wekeji Desert, leveled the Goron mountains, and slew the Charkran of Brandlebock - has been kept for pilgrims' viewing on display in the Arc Musea, the high building in the center of our town. The Arc Musea is the final resting place of the great King Veldimos. Between us two...I wish that the great King Veldimos had died in a more...accessible place. We are the only Tira Major settlement within a hundredwalk, and we are between the territories of the Getha of the Neffer-Red Cliffs on one side, and the Orka Ironstones on the other. So you can imagine the problems we've had! If we weren't the keepers of the Arc we would have been overrun or driven out long ago. Now that Bastern and Lord Derk have angered the Orka, however, I fear we are doomed...

[Kuuki]

Talon "Pity. The only assistence I could give is of advice, if you truely fear for your lives, you may have to consider finding a way to find someone to represent the civilians of this town to ask those behind the conflict that if it could remain such where the bystander wouldn't possess such fear of death."

 

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*Davin hears Rwos' comments, in responce, he calmly crosses his arms in wait, while secretly placing his hand near te handle of the Calablog.*

[Redwing]

*The group is lead a ways through small rock canyons until they reach a vast cliff-face honeycombed with structures that were unmistakeably houses. Gargoyles were everywhere, gliding along the cliff-face, climbing up and down it, or walking along the open corridors against the cliff-face everything was built against, except for a small cluster of buildings lining the base of the cliff on the ground.*

 

Gargoyle: Welcome to the cliff-city of Neffer. Our Nalas are waiting.

 

*He leads the group to a large, glittering structure among the buildings at the base of the cliff. It appeared to be a large tent, made immobile by great lines of crystals growing in beautiful patterns all over its surface. Unlike the crushed crystals in the armor the gargoyles wore, these were tall and untouched.

 

A'melie: So...your people must like these crystals, then...

 

H'lena: Yes.

 

Gargoyle: You may enter. *He pulls aside one of the tent-flaps and motions inwards* You must not keep them waiting.

 

*In the dark, eerily lit interior of the tent, gargoyles in long robes of animal skins sit cross-legged in a large circle along the sides of the tent. The one at the far end stands as the group enters. She wears a large headdress*

 

Headdressed Gargoyle: Tell your names and your business here, strangers.

 

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Man: Surely you jest, stranger! Lord Derk is the appointed keeper and protector of the Arc of King Veldimos, and Bastern is captain of the guard. I would certainly not want to be the one who tried to overthrow Lord Derk when the next Weilder of the Arc shows up in Tercutta Musea looking for it! No, it is better just to leave, and if the Orka slaughter whoever stays and take the Arc, let the Weilder's wrath fall on them.

[Kuuki]

Talon "Very well, it twas your choice to not yield my advice. Pity. Farewell then, and if destiny choices that if you were to die by the hands of those willing to take such, mayb eit be swift enough for the pain to be momentary."

 

*Talon begins walking away toward the inner town, he puts a hand on his comm, about to talk into the small microphone in his collar along with the small earpiece.*

 

((if the man wants to say one last thing))

 

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*Davin calmy waits for the others to speak first*

[Deac]

Deac: I am Deac Starkiller. We have travelled here from another plane seeking a great evil.

 

Hammerhead: I am Humphrey Hammerhead, Warrior and Prophet of Thorg.

[jokemaster]

Greco: Seth Greco, aquirer of special goods.

[Kuuki]

Davin "The name is Davin."

[Redwing]

((OOS: BD, Scar? ))

 

Neffer

 

A'melie: I am A'melie, a Jedi of the Twi'lek.

 

Rwos: I am Termand Rwos, of the Blades.

 

Trael: I am called Trael Cean'R; I am a diplomatic intercessor.

 

H'lena: I am called H'lena. I am a mage, as I'm sure you already know. Our business here is to request your help.

 

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Town

 

Man: *to Talon's back, in a rude tone* Then good day to you too, stranger!

 

*Talon passes along Tercutta Musea's unpaved streets, passing between buildings, mostly built of dull yellow stone, as he heads towards the inner city. Everyone is quaintly dressed, wearing assortments of robes. Half the passerbys were long-robed dusty travelers, and the other half short-robed and wearing brighter colors. There were guards at almost ever corner, as well, in sets of threes. The buildings and outdoor business clump closer together as they approach the center of the city, a black building twice the size of any other around it, rectangular in shape and overly decorated. The Arc Musea*

[Kuuki]

Talon *softly into comm* "I will be visiting this Arc Musea. How ever I do sense the scent of the Vampires that I have encountered before they fled into this dimension. Don't be too far, I don't know extent of their abilities."

 

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*Davin kept his hand consealed touching the handle of his sword, although he looked calm, he was alert keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings, he had the distinct impression that the gargolyes obsurving him. Wasn't sure if they were curious, or threatened by him or the group in whole.*

 

((Red, you told me that they didnt reconise what species he was over AIM, so I'm jsut letting him have a little sixth sense deal here))

[Redwing]

((OOS: But that goes for everyone here who isn't a human or a gargoyle >.>

 

I guess BD isn't going to be introducing his character(s?) )))

 

Neffer

 

Headdressed Gargoyle: Seeking our help? It has long been prophecied that strangers would come to our lands around this era. The prophecies also state that we must kill them swiftly and at all costs. You do not fit the description or number of these strangers, or you would already be dead. You could be fooling us as to your natures however. Why should we hear your request for help?

[Kuuki]

Davin "Maybe becuase there is more then one group that entered this era, and the one's you prophecied that should be killed are the one's we're also hunting down."

[Deac]

Deac: How'd you like your world to be devoured by Shunaria?

[Redwing]

((Sorry for the lack of posting, I've been a bit busy with school, job-hunting and webcomicking ^^;;))

 

Gargoyle: *looking at Deac* Shunaria? Who is this Shunaria? Explain yourself.

[Kuuki]

WH Irvine *smartly cutting in fast* "Just a very large powerful dragon whom seemed to have absorbed two powerful spirits, enabling it to become far more powerful then it was, which we are in pursuit of. Not only that a group of individuals whom allowed it to occur..."

[Deac]

Deac: I thought the legend originated from this world....

[Redwing]

Gargoyle: The prophesies do not say whether the strangers would come from this world or from another. We do not know of this dragon Shunaria. Our prophesies do not speak of a dragon.

 

H'lena: Shunaria is an Old One. Through terrible magic he has been transformed into a devouring force. We wish to destroy him before he devours all. But we cannot find him with our resources at the moment. I request that you help us prepare the spells and provide materials necessary to find the Old One. We will give whatever compensation you ask, save our lifes and limbs.

 

Gargoyle: We did not grant you the right to give us this request, but because you are strangers we will ignore your insolence this time. Return in one day. Then we will tell you our decision. *The gargoyle in the headdress bows. The other gargoyles avert their eyes away from the group almost as one*

 

Rwos: In a day you might be---

 

H'lena: *undertone* No, Rwos. It's useless to argue. They're through.

 

*She steps out of the tent. The guards move aside to let them pass*

[Kuuki]

Davin *walking out* "So what the hell are we going to do in a day?"

 

WH Irvine *catching up* "You're not a very patient person aren't you?"

 

Davin "Well maybe I've lived a life when such things is a luxery, going on long trips as fast as possible on a whim that maybe the supposed tyrant you've been charged to kill is even there. And where those whom you had closest to you taken away far too quickly for you to brace yourself for such... This reencarnated existence for me now is no different, again going after someone or something on a whim with little knowledge what we're up agenst, obtaining intel along the way. It's pathetic."

 

WH Irvine 'Never seen him talk like that yet, he's definately annoyed at something.'

 

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*town, ((where at red))*

 

*Vertmor peers out of a window through dark curtains, the wing blowing in. Standing there still minus an arm.*

 

Vertmor "Kvana. We were followed,.. That being that had the gall to show himself at the last moments before we left is in the town..."