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Post by Snow on May 12, 2007 18:01:21 GMT -4
Sydra had been picking at his food more or less. Eatng a little here and a little there. He just didn't have a taste for regular food anymore. It made banquets a little...awkward. He never knew how much to eat to look normal.
'Thank you Mr. Calico. Armana replied, she then extended the message to the content young woman and hyper young man. 'Pyro. Silpphire, I think it best you don't drink the wine. Syd, would probably be fine, he had a different make than humans did.
The proclaimation from Sabbat that he would quit drinking made Sydra, who had been sipping the wine, nearly choke on it. Then there was a tapping on his foot. Sydra cleared his throat, attempting to clear the wine wine from his lungs. "Wrong pipe.." he mumbled. He grabbed his napkin and coughed into it. At least this may seem a little more polite. There was only one conclusion, there was something in the food or wine.
Around many people, Armana was never usually very hungry anyways. All the extra emotion and energies made her withdraw and she didn't normally think of eating, so much as a way to get out of there.
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Post by Mikari on May 13, 2007 15:01:42 GMT -4
Silpphire heard Armana's message in her mind and tried to reply with her thoughts. 'Why not? Oh wait I get it, I'm not used to it and my body is young and if I get drunk I'll step on Nenshib's feet when we dance, got it no problem'
At the same time same Pyro's reply 'It's not knigthly? If you say so' The two seemed to be attached to the idea that the night would be perfect or as close to perfect as it could get...
Plushie looked rather cautious sniffing his food before taking a single bite. He wa completely ignoring his water and only eating. It seemed that he was more alert to the situation than Silpphire and Pyromage.
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Post by Snow on May 18, 2007 17:10:16 GMT -4
Their attatchment amused Armana, she only hoped that Nenshib could return the kindness. She often knew rich boys to be spoiled and difficult to deal with. Often, they were proud and could be quite blunt. Hardly did they spare another's feelings. She glanced to Sydra and gave a small smile. He had been like that once, she remembered he was such a punk as a child. Always bossing her around and telling her that she should be a proper lady. Otherwise, he would not hang out with her.
Armana's mind continued to wander, better to let it rather than focusing on how many people were actually in the palace.
Sydra was calm, as usual. He took a few more bites of his food, but what was the point anymore? He crossed his arms and set them against his chest. He caught Armana glance at him. His eye raised in curiosity but he said nothing.
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Post by Mikari on May 19, 2007 13:30:19 GMT -4
Suspicious shadows moved around and it seemed that the guard started to move as well. A few noises were heard and the clash of swords then, seemingly out of nowhere, secretly coming from hidden passages in the palace, many suspicious looking people started running in. The guards acted quickly but were outnumbered just as quickly. Conveniently Nenshib had given most of the guards the day off and sent others off to train. He only kept the minimum amount of guards that were required to be at the palace at all times. "My dear guests I do hope you will forgive me but it seems that we have a little trouble."
Oddly enough King Aleth continued his cheerful chatter and story telling as if he didn't hear what Nenshib had said. The prince excused himself and went to assist the guards with Pyromage bouncing after him in hyper happiness. "Can I help?"
"If you wish to assist us then you are very welcome to do so as I'm sure you're quite skilled. However I'm not sure it would be proper as you are one of my guests here tonight" Prince Nenshib replied.
"I want to!" Pyro said in a childish tone then he tried to look serious and sound heroic. "I would be honored to assist you in this battle Prince Nenshib"
Silpphire looked a bit annoyed. She left her staff at Armana and Sydra's home since she didn't think she would need it at the ball. It would be rude to throw Armana's shoes at them not to mention it wouldn't be very lady like but she didn't like being the damsel in distress either. She nooded to herself and made an exception this time. She would let Nenshib save her so as to not lose a show or mess up the dress but just this once and only for Nenshib.
"Your highness, I think their Bandit O's thieves" One of the guards said. Of course they didn't know that Nenshib secretly was also Bandit O.
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Post by Snow on May 19, 2007 18:41:03 GMT -4
Heartbeats, and a lot of them, they fileld Sydra's ears. Sydra stood, listening for the pumping blood and for the scent of the crimson liquid. "Allow us, your highness." Sydra commented, "We may be guests, however, it would be equally troublesome to lose our Prince."
He leaned to Sabbat, "In the walls." hinting that he could hear the movements from the passages that lie hidden behind them.
The rush of energy from extra people caused Armana to start visibly trembling. She gulped hard and reached for Syd's jacket, which he gave up quickly. "Do what you can, stall them if you have too."
She gave a nod. She let her mind wander. She could...she could send them messages to confuse the bandits.
Stop! came her mind's shouting to the bandits all at once. She felt out for Bandit O. Not that she knew what he was like, however she figured at least one of them was in charge. If she could find the leader, she could tell Syd or Sabbat.
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Post by Mikari on May 19, 2007 21:35:10 GMT -4
Some of the bandits appeared confused while others were deeply hypnotized to follow the plan without question and it would take something directed more specifically at them to break the strong hypnotism. Instead of sending commands to the confused bandits directly Nenshib looked towards one of them. A particularly tall and muscular man possible in his late twenties. "Attack! Take their lives!" The man shouted. It seemed that some of the confused attackers reacted while others remained confused.
"I am very thankful for this and I apologize for the trouble" Nenshib said while he redied his sword.
"So cool!" Pyromage said completely distracted.
A bandit with a dagger tried to sneak up on him but Silpphire threw the silverware at him and when he turned she waked him with a shoe and knocked him out. "Stay alert Pyro, don't make me ruin Armana's shoes and be all unlady like!"
"Sorry, sorry! I can't believe I already messed up" Pyromage childishly whinned.
"Pyro"
"I'm so unworthy of being a knight"
"Pyro"
"I'm sorry..."
"Turn around idiot!" Oh great she had been unlady like again and it was Pyro's fault again.
The fire user turned around to find a bandit standing right behind him and quickly made a somewhat ridiculous 'fighting' pose. However the bandit just stood there blinking in confusion for a moment before walking of without doing anything.
Plushie growled in annoyance. He didn't like it when his mean was interrupted. One of the bandits approached the wolf, that was a bad idea. Plushie grabbed him by the arm with his mouth and easily threw him aside before giving him a chance to use his sword leaving him knocked out and with a bleeding bite. He then strolled over to Armana and sat next to her with a look that seemed to say. I'm annoyed, pet me and make me feel better.
"Armana, sorry to use the shoes you let me borrow to hit these guys but I left my staff at your house." Lady or not she decided that she didn't want to miss out on the action and beside someone needed to babysit Pyro. As she said this a shield of energy appeared around her easily blocking an arrow that bounced back and harmlessly landed on the floor. "Good Plushie, keep Armana company while we clean" I was obvious that Aramana wasn't feeling up to joining the cleaning crew but Silpphire had a feeling she was doing her own thing to help.
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Post by Fang on May 21, 2007 13:46:57 GMT -4
Sabbat simply exploded. There were too many, but there was one key that opened up their downfall, weapons. Weapons meant that were intending to hurt Sabbat, and thus Sabbat’s physical block from killing was relinquished. He was almost sorry his companions had to see this. Sabbat’s hands went to his blades as soon as he had heard Sydra’s voice. His fist clenched tight against the platinum handle, covered in soft rags to improve the grips on them .The diamond blades shone brightly in the room’s dim light. They were primed, shined, and ready to slit throats. No voice came from Sabbat’s throat. No witty retort to the sudden invasion, nothing to say. Blood curdled in his veins, and his eyes brightened in anger.
He kicked himself backwards, slamming back three bandits into the wall. In a flash, he was gone. His skin once again turned to the bronze splendor it received earlier when he had fought, and became blade-proof. Sabbat turned to Sydra, and said simply… “Tell Armana not to listen in.” And he was lost in rage.
Sabbat moved in all but a blur. The blades flashed out like lightning, and back and forth as he ran through the room. With majestic swordsmanship, he swung the blade high over his head, then back down. He came around with the other blade from behind, starting sort of a tornado-like spin with his body. He dropped one sword purposely above his foot, to which he kicked quickly. His foot wrapped around and caught the handle, as his leg was dead straight. All the muscles in his leg and rear shoveled the blade forward at an incredible speed. It soared, point first, directly toward a bandit running up behind Pyromage.
The blade implanted in the Bandit’s head, and in a flash, Sabbat ripped it out, and swung with the other hand, leaping off of the still falling man’s body. Time slowed for him in his mind as his reaction time hasted extremely. The anger was taking over. He needed to control himself, but he couldn’t. He was gone. The blade swung high, cleaving in at the next bandit’s neck, and down through his shoulder like a knife through water. There was no friction as both parts of the attacker fell in separate pieces.
The body hit the floor as the same time as the first one. Sabbat was quick, angry, and focused. He knew no bounds the entire time he was fighting, never had, and never would. Another quick swing, and a bandit hit the floor in two pieces. This time at the waist as Sabbat ducked under a high swing. Sabbat was fighting toward Sydra. For some reason, he needed to get to Sydra. He needed someone to have his back, but he did not know it. He knew his goal was Sydra. That was it, when he got there, they’d be unstoppable, but a large figure stepped in his way.
Nenshib, blade drawn.
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Post by Mikari on May 21, 2007 15:14:16 GMT -4
The blades collided against Silpphire's shield repeatedly. Disabling it now to hit those guys would be a mistake since there were too many. "Oh, great I'm stuck." Those bandits were a bit stronger than the others and wouldn't just fall over after getting hit on the head repeatedly with a heal.
"I'll get you out, keep the shield up" Pyromage said.
"Gotcha, bring on the suntan" Silpphire said. That was Pyromage's cue to throw a large ball of fire at him without burned around her shield catching the bandits but leaving Silpphire unharmed. "They're not so brave when they're on fire" she commented about the panicking burning bandits.
He removed the left over fire from her shield. "That felt good, I was keeping way to much energy bottled up! Where did Nenshib go?"
"I don't know, he must be in the middle of the battle being all heroic" Silpphire replied with a dreamy look.
"I'll find him and we'll fight together and it'll be so cool! See ya!" Pyroamge said.
"What do you mean see ya? I want to go too!" Silpphire complained.
"Shouldn't you be putting your shield to good use?" Pyro asked.
"I see, I should, tell him I said hi" With that said Silpphire skipped over to the group as if she wasn't surrounded by a chaos filled battle. "Plushie is with Armana... where did Kirin go?"
Nenshib gave Sabbat a slightly challenging look without loosing the mask of calmness and faked innocence. "I do apologize for the inconveniences." Though his words meant a little more than just that battle. He teleported away but not too far away, simply just far enough to give some more of his bandits room to fight, he didn't expected them to win but it was all part of the plan and he liked watching.
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Post by Snow on May 21, 2007 16:41:09 GMT -4
Sydra had been fighting with his fists. He didn't have time to tell Armana not to listen in on Sabbat, but she had been too preoccupied anyways. The bandits almost seemed endless. Sydra stopped only for a moment to ponder.
'Teleportation and something else..' Armana's mind mumbled. What? What was Nenshib's second ability. She could feel one, but she was unfamiliar with it, that or something was blocking her ability to read it. "I do apologize for the inconveniences." Armana barely heard. Something was hidden there, while she could feel the hidden agenda, she couldn't read what it was. 'He's enjoying this.' that much, she could tell. Her head began to spin, she let her mind wander to too many people far too quickly. She only had so many defenses and in the flurry of battle, she had not always been a stable person. With so much going on, with so many emotions flying about, She was amazed she had even lasted this long. It was why she didn't fight, she could hear the screams of the defeated. Plushie, was probably the only center she had at that moment. The moment when she wrapped her arms around the wolf and began to cry. "It has to stop." she sobbed. Her body reacted the way it always did when too much had happened, she collapsed.
For now her mind would wander unconsciously, she would be of no use. She couldn't control it like this.
His finger raised to his mouth, he bit down, and as a drop of crimson liquid fell from the bite mark, so did a weapon appear. The loud pitch of the weapon echoed, signaling his blood whip. Immediately the small bite mark healed up, and Sydra was back to fighting bandits. He stuck close to Sabbat, for some reason he knew he needed too. Still, this was a little risky on his part, at least if he couldn't feed almost immediately afterwards.
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Post by Mikari on May 21, 2007 18:26:50 GMT -4
Plushie let out a puppy-like squeal and gently poke Armana with his paw. He wasn't sure why she collapsed like that if she had no visible injuries and it confused him. He gently licked her cheek and continued poking her with his paw but got no reply. He howled to get some attention.
Silpphire heard Plushie and went back to where he was with Armana. "Plushie? What happened?" Armana didn't look like she was physically injured, so it must have been something in her mind. "We need need to get her away from all these bandits or finish this fast. What ever happened to the palace guard anyway?" She knew that the Sugary army was numerous and powerful but it seemed that only a few guards were tending to the bandit problem at the moment.
Meanwhile Pyromage was throwing fire at the bandits and sometimes hitting his target while other times missing horribly. He got distracted for a moment as he watched Nenshib easily defeat a lager group of bandits handling his sword with amazing skill. If reality it was an illusion to keep the boy's good impression. The fire user was easily hypnotized Nenshib noticed. and before he knew it Pyromage mad a mess of fire.
Silpphire looked up from her current task of trying to wake Armana towards the flames that seemed to spread out of no where. "Oh, great now he really overdid it"
At the same time Pyromade was running around in circles panicking because he was making a bigger mess than the bandits themselves.
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Post by Snow on May 21, 2007 21:31:20 GMT -4
She felt nothing, not the poking claws of the kind wolf, nor his gentle licks to wake her. Her mind only wandered, levels upon levels of other people's subconscious. Some were dark, others were blank. Some were tattered with war and trials. Even her husband's held it's own anguish, and as much as she'd have liked to she could not wake. Not even when she was overcome by a great sense of panic. A panic that she did not know was related to the fire that was now spreading across the room.
What a lucky day for him. It came down to using his blood as a weapon and setting the palace on fire. If he somehow survived this, and so did Pyro, Syd would kill him. Maybe teach him control and then kill him. Or maybe just kill him to stop the fire now. So many choices. So little time. With a sigh, Sydra snapped the whip about the flames coming towards him. Sure it put those out, however there was far too much for him to do that with everything.
His eyes scanned the room as quickly as the chaos would let them. Where were the palace guards? Why wasn't Nenshib doing anything? More and more spread through his mind, almost quicker than the flames. These guys really did seem better than the normal ruffians you'd meet. Sydra took a small mental note: Kill Bandit O. His kill list was getting longer and longer.
Again his whip snapped, this time in front of Nenshib, right into a bandit. "Watch what you're doing, Boy." Sydra scolded, despite the fact Nenshib was older than he was. He hadn't seen Armana yet.
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Post by Fang on May 21, 2007 21:53:05 GMT -4
“You piece of crap!” Sabbat screamed out. “STOP RUNNING!” Nenshib was now in a different part of the room, drawing Sabbat’s attention away from the main fight. “I’m gonna ram my sword so far up your…” Sabbat was drowned out by a loud whip crack, “that I’ll be able to pick your teeth!” He finished. Sabbat, getting angrier and angrier by the minute, was getting scarier, and scarier, by the minute. Sabbat now had very minute horns protruding from the front of his head. He walked right past a bandit, to which he wailed his sword handle across the man’s head. Sydra was now next to him, swinging away with a crimson whip. The two looked like demons out of hell, fighting back to back.
That’s when Sabbat noticed Armana. He turned around to hear Plushie’s whining, and saw Armana sprawled out on the floor. “Sydra!” Sabbat yelled to him, even though he was not two feet away. “Armana’s down!” He screamed, before he leapt over a sword swing and bashed his fist down across a bandit’s head, killing him instantly. The blood spewed to the floor quickly. Sabbat had a choice now. Help Sydra get Armana, or go after Nenshib. Sabbat chose both. Poor choice for him. He leapt over the table, sawing two bandits going after Armana with spears. He chucked one blade at Nenshib, while slashing with the other.
Nenshib blocked one blade, blocked the second, and sent his own through Sabbat’s chest.
Sabbat writhed as the cold steel missed his heart by less that two centimeters. He lowered his head, seeing his options limited, even in death.
A structural pillar. It came down with one charge.
Sabbat turned to Sydra after the rumbling began. “GET EVERYONE… and GET OUT.” Were Sabbat’s last audible words, as his eyes glazed over, and he fell to his knees. His world went black.
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Post by Mikari on May 22, 2007 1:53:14 GMT -4
Why not continue what his mother had started, it's not like anyone would know. Life was very easy when you could just hypnotize people into thinking they saw something that they didn't. Though his mother, the real witch, still had far more powerful hypnotic abilities than Nenshib, his were still powerful.
Silpphire looked up and though she saw a bandit attacking Sabbat and Nenshib looking towards the scene but teleporting a second too late. The prince in her vision finished off the bandit but Sabbat had already been injured. The palace was in chaos with dead bandits all other the confused ones starting to recover and a few still fighting. It didn't help that there wasa considerable amount of destruction caused to the palace and that Pyromage's fire had gotten out of control.
Nenshib looked towards the king issuing a hypnotic command and Aleth stood to end this. The bandits, still trusted by Bandit O retreated at his signal leaving their other to their fate.
"Enough of this!" A harsh wind blew so strongly that it extinguished the flames. Gusts of wind and small tornadoes carried away the bandits that were still conscious slamming them against a wall and knocking them out. The pillar came crashing down apparently without extra casualties and the battle ended. "Guards, arrest them!"
"Father, don't!" Nenshib said playing innocent. "My guests are not to blame."
"Your guests are obviously allied with the bandits" King Aleth said, or more specifically Nenshib made him say it since the king was but a shadow manipulated by the prince.
"I assure you they are innocent. They must receive medical attention immediately, we can discuss this after that. I'm sure it can all be explained" Nenshib said. As expected the king agreed.
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Post by Snow on May 22, 2007 2:45:31 GMT -4
Upon hearing that Armana was down, the blood whip failed. It dripped to nothing more than a puddle of it's original form as Sydra raced to his wife. He did not see Nenshib counter Sabbat, nor did he see Sabbat get wounded at all. Much too occupied with trying to wake Armana up, he only noticed when rumbling started, a muffled shout and then Aleth reacting.
Wind blew his hair about as he shielded Armana from anything that could come her way. His body fought to stabilize after letting go of his blood weapon. He would not show that weakness, not to Aleth or Nenshib.
"Your guests are obviously allied with the bandits" Sydra disitinctly heard the king's voice say. Such foolishness. Mayhaps Aleth should be added to the list. No; something was much to suspicious about the whole mess. The one person he could as was held securely in his quivering arms. One hand reached out to the wolf, and patted him gently. "Good boy. You looked after her."
In the darkness Armana was in she saw string. Little puppets that seemed to look like people. Although she couldn't make out faces or even what it all meant. In the distance was what she thought to be a man and woman. Her mind still wandered, to her right stood another man, this one suspended in what seemed like time. Then she felt Sydra, that was comforting, save for his inner trembling. She knew he must have resorted to using his own blood. She was amazed at how stubborn he could be to stay standing, if only for her sake.
Then the stinging feeling in her heart came, lies. Pain. There was so much of it. Her mind screeched to wake up, no effect.
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Post by Mikari on May 22, 2007 13:18:01 GMT -4
King Aleth had powerful win magic but in personality he was cheerful, kind and gentle but from Nenshib's point of view those were weaknesses that made him easier to manipulate. "My most sincere apologies" Nenshib said. He spoke to one of the surviving palace guards and the armored young man soon left returning shortly after with a medical crew to tend to the injured guests.
Plushie was happy that he did what he was supposed to do. Though he had the strength and size of a wild beast he was a puppy at heart who just wanted to make sure his friends were alright.
"What a day... Is Armana going to be alright?" Silpphire asked. It seemed that Armana had not woken up yet.
Pyromage stood in a corner leaning against a wall lifelessly. 'What a failure of a knight I am...' he thought. Not only did he fail to protect his friends but he needed to be taken care of a few times and he set the palace on fire. Though the flames had been extinguished the burns stood out in the mist of the destruction.
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Post by Fang on May 22, 2007 14:12:29 GMT -4
Sabbat lay on the floor, lifeless. He was fading fast, and bleeding out. The medical crew that was sent rushed to the other first, not noticing Sabbat bleeding, hidden securely out of view. He lay face-down under the table, not moving, not breathing, thinking, hearing, or even living at this point. His heart would stop soon, and the magical properties in his blood would dispel. This was not the way Fang wanted the battle to end.
Fang’s plan all along was to have Sabbat drop the blood amulet into Nenshib’s blood. Now, it fell into Sabbat’s. The effect was the same. Fang’s hidden intentions no longer mattered at this point. He grieved at the loss of a brother the way Sabbat had done for him, but in theback of his mind he knew he was free. Fang was supposed to be re-united with Sabbat, not get life because of his death.
But his soul was still there. Sabbat’s soul was still alive , and rising up fast to meet Fang’s. The two stood and faced each other, pain in their eyes. Sabbat hung his head low, while Fang stared at him. “Sabbat… you were supposed to be alive when I got back.” He said.
Fang had been dead the moment he had hit the crystal. His body died a long time ago, and only his soul remained. This of course, caused Sabbat’s sanity to drain ever slowly as he came to the painful realization that his brother was dead.
Sabbat’s own thoughts had invaded his head, and Armana had only heard him because he screamed so loudly to himself. The plan a long time ago had been very simple. Get the blood amulet, no matter where it was. Sabbat had succeeded in doing this, but had had no help all along from Fang. He had only thought he was talking to Fang. Now they stood and faced each other, feeling the separation they already had.
“I failed Fang. Good luck. You may be the only hope these people have left, and my death releases you from your prison.”
Sabbat rose, and Fang sank. A vast thunderstorm echoed through the sky, ringing ears around the castle. Something new and powerful was brewing. Legend says every time a bell rings, and angel gets its wings. There was no bell loud enough, nor strong enough to ever predict the coming of Fang.
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Post by Snow on May 22, 2007 15:38:05 GMT -4
'What a failure of a knight I am' She heard from the young fire mage. Before she could offer anything cosoling to him, Armana's head and ears rang, like a thousand bells. It was so high pitch her eyes, though she still had not woken, began to water.
"I would hope so." Sydra replied to Silpphire's question. "She never stays gone this long." The smell of blood trivkled through his senses, right now, it made him ill. The medical team offered to treat him. He gave a low growl. "Be gone with you, whelp."
"But sir.." came the reply.
"You can't help me." Sydra answered fangs protruding in a 'I will kill you if you touch me' fashion. "And I doubt you can help her."
The medic shifted uncomfortably. He didn't want to take his chances with the man, but he also did not want to disobey Nenshib.
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Post by Mikari on May 22, 2007 21:52:37 GMT -4
Nenshib examined the damage and took notice of the coming storm. Strange, the weather seemed to be fine not too long ago. When anything unusual happened it was time to investigate it. He would give the task to an oracle and see if any useful information was found. Nenshib gave the medic a glare as if saying telling him to hurry up and either heal or go away. Whichever made no difference to him because of those people died there than they were no good for his plans.
"A journey!" King Aleth suddenly announced.
Nenshib looked at the king with annoyance. He spoke too soon. "Father I think you should wait for them to recover before"
"To prove your innocence!" Aleth continued. The hypnotic commands buried in his mind were taking effect before the signal that was supposed to realease them from him subconscious was given. The king continued his rambling oblivious to his surroundings. "By bringing the items back to the palace then and only then should you prove your innocence. return with them or do not return at all for if you come back without them you will be hunted down as criminals and locked in the dungeons. I'll give you three days to prepare but the sooner you leave the better"
There must be something in the atmosphere messing this up but things were not too far from the plan so it was not a huge inconvenience. "It seems father wants you to bring back certain items to prove your innocence. I'm sorry but I cannot go against his word. You can rest at the palace and we will provide you with supplies if you wish" He looked towards a near by soldier standing in an unnoticed corner.
"Your highness! There's been an emergency you must go immediately. A dragon had been spotted at the square trying to eat people and burn down the kingdom!" He suddenly went running towards the prince even if he appeared calm a second and ago and Nenshib faked surprise.
"I apologize but I must go" Nenshib teleported back to his room, the dragon story was a lie. He would have to prepare for the next phase...
"And finally I will have the list prepared as soon as possible" King Aleth finished his somewhat senseless rambling and required without even waiting for a reply.
"A thunderstorm" Silpphire said while she looked around for Pyromage. She knew how he got during thunderstorms.
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Post by Snow on May 22, 2007 23:50:02 GMT -4
"A task to prove we're innocent?" Sydra repeated. His anger coursed, and despite his weakness from his blood weapons he stood. Nenshib was then gone. What was wrong with this palace?! He only hoped Sabbat could talk some sense into him, or at the very least help him obliterate the palce.
"Wait..." Sydra looked around, his search almost frantic. "Where's Calico?" Despite the short time he had known the man, Sabbat was probably one fo the few Sydra could have called 'friend'. It was then that the scent of blood carried to his nostrils again. His face paled. He cursed his one track mind.
'Dragon.' Armana heard it clearly, but that was a lie, there were no dragons about town. None save for Dion, and he was always well hidden. So well in fact, Sydra didn't know. 'Where's calico?' came her husband's voice. She tried to reply, but only her lips moved.
"Will you stop that rambling?" Sydra all but shouted at his King. It was somewhere right before he finished but Aleth didn't seem to hear him as he continued. Sydra's heart sank, the one other person he was positive could have protected Armana was gone. What could he do? Maybe give the man a proper burial. If he hadn't have gotten Sabbat involved, he would still be there.
Sydra's eye twitch in irritation as he knelt back down tot he large wolf. "Watch her. I need to find Calico."
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Post by Mikari on May 23, 2007 0:06:54 GMT -4
Plushie stayed besides Armana watching her closely and guarding her from any stranger that maybe even look like was coming near her.
Silpphire had looked in every direction but couldn't find Pyromage and Armana was still out. "This is a fine mess" she said as she let herself sit on the floor near Armana and Plushie. "Nenshib is gone off to fight the dragon, I don't understand all this mix up with the bandits, the king doesn't trust us and not Pyro's off being suici-" She stopped and looked at Armana. Pyro did get a little suicidal when there was lightning but no on purpose. He seemed to be irresistibly attracted t the lightning and just had to touch it. It was possibly a part of carrying the rare ability to use the lightning element said to be the purest form of fire. She wondered if Armana could still hear what was being said even if she seemed to be unconscious. If that was the case she didn't want to worry her.
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Just outside the palace Pyromage looked at the skies as they lit up. He smiled like a sweet loving child in a candy store, he wanted to reach the lightning, to be surrounded by it, to be one with it.
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