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« Reply #40 on: March 13, 2006, 09:32:02 PM »

Fingers flexing absently on the hilt of the sword under a heavy cloak, Liallan pushes open the door of the inn and steps through. Immediately she leaps to the side as a heavy tankard comes flying through the air. Her sword is halfway unsheathed when she realises this is nothing but a barfight. Relaxing a fraction, Liallan stands quietly in the corner, surveying the surroundings. After a few moments, she judges whatever hope she may have had for getting herself an ale and chancing some rumour-monging, it had shattered along with most of the inn's interior.
Spotting a table several feet away, Liallan calmly sits down, pushing back her hood, revealing dark red hair and pointed ears. As she notices a group of battered adventurers, Liallan decides to observe them in lack of anything more interesting to do.
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« Reply #41 on: March 14, 2006, 06:21:31 AM »

"Squire", whispers Andra, nudging him. "Squire!", she hises again.

"Er,huh?, what, eh?" mumbles The Squire as he wakes up.

"Don't look now, but that girl, she's watching us."

"Uh huh..." replies The Squire, nodding off.

"Squire!" Hisses Andra again, "Wake- up! Why is she looking at us? It's creepy."

"It's because we're so damn attractive..." mumbles The Squire, not opening his eyes.

"Squire!!!"

"Okay okay, I'm up, I'm up. We'd best go introduce ourselves."

Shaking off the last remnants of his nap, The Squire puts on a smile and leads Andra over to the table where the newcomer is sitting.

"Why hello there. I'm The Squire, this is my employee Andra, and this," -The Squire taps the figure on his shield-," is Daina. Why don't you let us buy you a drink?"

"Yes, and you can tell us how you got here. You know, with the complete and utter destruction of the multiverse and all," adds Andra.
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« Reply #42 on: March 15, 2006, 10:26:52 PM »

Liallan nods in gratitude, lifting the tankard of ale to her lips and tilting her head back. Still, she only swallows half a gulp, letting a lot more of the ale pour down on her already stained cloak. She knew she needed her wits about her, and the strangers... well, let that judge her for themselves. If worse came to worst, being underestimated or considered not fit enough to fight was never a disadvantage.
Setting her ale tankard on the table, she looks at the strangers. The one called 'Squire' seemed ready to slump down and his head on the table, but bolts upright as she looks at him. For a moment Liallan ponders the foolishness of one who would get so drunk in a place like this. For all she knew, it would only take her a quick lunge forward and the Squire would be clutching his throat in a futile attempt to prevent his lifeblood from fleeing him. Then again, maybe not. She had seen enough to know to take time in judging anyone.
Inclining her head, Liallan says softly, 'Thank you for the drink... I am Liallan, most recently from a place I doubt you have heard of. I am not completely sure how I got here myself, truth to say. The story I was involved in is no simple one; however, the short version of the story is that my... superiors came to employ a magician of power and... after some time, we grew dubious about his loyalties, as well as his true intents. He was provided relative autonomy as long as he did the work we needed done, but we could not tolerate certain... hobbies of his, and after a time, sought to dispose of him. Eventually it led to an open battle, at the end of which the magician fled through a rift, a gateway in time and space. I was the first to follow him and was rendered unconscious by the journey. I awoke in the depths of an unknown forest, alone. Obviously the rift had been designed to close moments after being created, which would be why I met none of my comrades. It also suggests the magician left quickly, not expecting to be followed and not waiting to see if that was the case, or he would've slit my throat while I was unconscious on the forest floor. After then I found my way to the nearest shred of civilisation...' with a very faint smile of sarcasm, Liallan eyes the room, '...which is here, three days away from the spot where the rift 'dropped me off'. So frankly, I have no idea where or even when I am, as, from what I little I know about rifts, it can be anywhere, anytime. I may be in the same lands and the same timeline as before, just on the other side of the world. In any case, my task as well as my only hope to return home lies in finding this magician.'
She pauses, looking thoughtfully at the two. Over the tale her voice had not changed, still calm and controlled, but wary and watchful. Leaning back, she adds, 'Perhaps we may help one another for a time. That is, assuming you tell me: What is this 'utter destruction of the multiverse' you are speaking of? I have always had enough to do to lack the time for dealing with something that's none of my business, but that sounds like it might affect a lot of people. Please do tell me more.'
She leans back, studying her interlocutors.
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« Reply #43 on: March 16, 2006, 08:04:46 AM »

"That's quite a tale," says The Squire, impressed."Well, a short time ago, a Drow Warlock named Darkon came into a few shops and residences in Feistfort Village asking for anyone to join him on a quest. We didn't know what we were questing for, but it was an adventure, so me and Andra here came along, entrusting the running of my inn, Barret's Coffee House, to my other staff. Other people came too. You can see them around. Theres Alrin- he's a God, and Roo- he's a summoner, Thant- he's a ranger, Cenedra- she's... well, she's sort of.. everything. Anyway, when we had all gathered, Darkon revealed that the reason he had summoned us all was that the universe was ending. It was the apocalypse, and no one knew why. So he'd devised a way to travel back in time to buy us some time and try to stop it from ever happening."
 "The time travel device took us back here, which is Silk's Inn at about the time just after the Owyn Wars. I won'y fo into an expplanation of what they were, because I wasn't even here to see them, but it's safe to say it was a looooong time ago. Here we met  Dreekz, and since then everyone else has been having barfights and amusing themselves. I don't drink much you see, I save it for special occasions, so Andra and I have just sort of been... sleeping."

Andra adds, "Yes, I'm getting homesick. I'd just gotten a brand new library at Barret's and everything. When he said "adventure", this is not exactly what I envisaged."

The Squire nods in agreement. "Why don't you join us? I dont know how you can get back to where yo came from,  but perhaps the answer lies at the end of our quest. I'm getting pretty tired of waiting around here so Andra and I and anyone else who wants to come may go and find our own way back. I'm just a tired old veteran, so I'm pretty useless- but Andra is a sorceress in training."

Andra says in exasperation, "Squire! You're far more dangerous than me! And more than an old veteran!"

The Squire waves off Andra's compliments.

"May I ask your particular calling?" he says,  "You look ... dangerous, like you can defend yourself."
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« Reply #44 on: March 18, 2006, 02:32:54 PM »

Liallan cocks an eyebrow at the last remark, amused.
'That strikes you as odd? Anyone who can't defend themselves either stays at home or is six feet under. Still, if you're willing to have me in your party, I might as well stick to you.'
Sipping her ale, she says,
'I've had quite a few callings over the years, but at the moment.... well, I guess 'bounty hunter' would be the best description. Until I find that magician, at least. Afterwards, I'll see if have the means or inclination to return home. Still, if introducing me to anyone, I'd prefer if you dropped the 'bounty' part of the title and called me 'hunter' or, better yet, 'tracker'.'
Leaning forward and dropping her voice slightly, Liallan says,
'To business, then. Have you given any thought as to what or who is capable of causing the end of the world? There may be artifacts with the power to do this, or individuals. Or it may be a natural process, in which case we would still have to determine the source.'
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« Reply #45 on: March 19, 2006, 12:54:15 AM »

"My sentiments exactly," says The Squire, grinning." I'm glad we're finally getting to business. Now, I'm relatively new to this place, so I was content to just jump on the bandwagon and go along for the ride. I was happy to let the heroes over there do all the work, because I'm not the young man I used to be. I wanted one last adventure. But perhaps this is some sort of...  trial. Letting us newer and untried heroes take matters into our own hands. However, I'm afraid none of the lore I've heard has given me any indication of what could have caused this. We could ask the older heroes?...."

The Squire looks around and notices the God, the ranger, the warlock, all of them having drunk themselves into a stupour.

"I have a feeling they may not be much help."

Thinking aloud, he says, "Does this place have a library?" He turns to Andra and says,"Andra, be a dear and have a look around will you?"

A short time passes and Andra returns. The Squire looks at her inquisitively.

"No library I'm afraid," she says.

"If only there was some way to return to Barret's." He turns to Liallan, "I've just acquired a rather extensive library you see. But its probably been destroyed, along with the rest of existence, and all my employees... If there was just some way to get back there."

"Well come on, lets go then," declares Andra.

"What do you mean? Go where?" asks The Squire.

"Well if Silk's Inn is still here, why wouldn't Barret's Coffee House and Inn still be here?"

"Because we've only travelled so far back in time. Silk's was actually here at this time, Barret's wasn't. We've come back to just after the Owyn Wars remember?"

"So."

"So, logically, Barret's could not be in existence."

"We just survived the destruction of the multiverse somehow Squire, anything is possible."

"I just don't see-.."

"Look, remember that amulet I gave to Coco before we left?"

The Squire nods. "You mean the one that could duplicate the current state of Barret's that you created because it has such a tendency to be destroyed?"

"Yes. Well if the staff of Barret's survived somehow, and Coco had that amulet, she could have duplicated a new Barret's here in the past. And its not entirely impossible that they didnt survive, I mean, look at all these people emerging from nothingness, like Liallan here."

The Squire says, "Then its settled. We'll go to the place where Barret's should be." He gets up on a stool and shouts,"We are leaving the Inn to continue the quest. If anyone would like to come, they should come now."

He turns to Liallan and Andra," I'll be surprised if they accompany us, I think their prime concern at the moment is finding old friends from the past. They've been here before. They like it here. But i don't, I want to go home, to Barret's. Coming Liallan?"
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« Reply #46 on: March 19, 2006, 02:38:55 AM »

Silently answering, Liallan rises from the table.
'Finally, somewhere to start. Fetch your effects, I'll be waiting.'
Before the two can say another word, she moves swiftly through the door, leaving the inn. Once outside, Liallan huddles in the shadow of the evening, waiting for her companions to join her.

Suddenly something catches her attention, and, tensing, she looks around. An awareness of... something, very close. Liallan had felt it often enough to recognise it for what it was. After a moment's hesitation, she walks a short distance away from the inn, coming closer to a copse of shrubs where she feels the peculiar waves announcing someone's presence are coming from. The feeling becomes more... clear, focused, and suddenly she sees several pairs of twin lights, glowing pale gold in the gloom. But where a human would've seen only indistinguishable silhouettes, a jigsaw of black broken by the fey illumination coming from behind the inn's windows, Liallan could see bluish greys and darker greys, clearly enough to make out the sharp-muzzled face of a wolf.
The wolf recoils, startled by the tracker suddenly coming into line of sight, then steps forward as it recognises her. Shaking off the instinctive alarm she always felt when confronting these creatures, Liallan stares deep into the pale-golden eyes of the beast. Taking hold of the feeling becomes much easier after she establishes eye contact.....
Concentrating, she emits a mental image of the magician she was after, reminding the more primitive-minded beast of her objective, and combines it with a feeling of inquiry she projects towards the wolf...
-Anything?
The feeling the creature responds with is that of denial. Liallan sighs silently and is about to dismiss the creature when she remembers what the Squire had been talking about. Focusing on what she knew would be difficult to formulate, Liallan does her best to ask the animal whether another inn was nearby.
With confusion the wolf flashes back an image of Silk's that was yards away, glancing in the inn's direction for emphasis. Containing her frustration, Liallan makes a second attempt, emphasising the fact that the inn she was asking about was a different one.
As usual, the animal's alien mind and its thoughts are difficult to comprehend and Liallan is nearly dazed by the sudden caleidoscope of thoughts, expressions and memories rushing at her, but somewhere in all that confusion is a definite 'yes'. Resigned that she will not glean any more information from the wolf, Liallan decides to be grateful for what she has learned - providing the 'yes' meant what she assumed it did - and, expressing her gratitude, dismisses the animal. She can still feel it stalking off into the night, and shakes her head to break the contact. Recovering from the conversation, if it could be rightly called so, Liallan comes to stand outside the door.

OOC: I think it's best if we leave some time for the other people in this thread to see your post, Squire. Who knows, maybe one or two of them aren't that drunk after all and want to come along.
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« Reply #47 on: March 19, 2006, 03:09:46 AM »

Once again donning his gold and blue armor, The Squire straps on his sword. Andra, still wearing the super hot fantasy skimpy adventure sorceress outfit she had bought, puts on a cloak. The Squire places his shield on the table and says, "Come on Daina, out you come."

Shimmering light evelopes the Shield, and soon on the table next to the shield stands a resplendant Daina.

"Alrright, we're going to wait outside while you lot sober up enough to decide whether you want to join us or not. Come on girl," Says The Squire as he and Andra leave Silk's. Daina pads out after him.


Outside, daina sniffs at Liallan questioningly.

"Liallan, this is Daina. Daina- Liallan." He looks at Liallan. "Daina should be able to help us find Barret's, if its here. She's got a good nose, much better than a regular fox. Smarter too."

Daina, the multi-coloured jewel set in her forehead glistening and contrasting with her snow white fur beams at the praise. Her long brush, disproportionate with the rest of her body despite the fact that she was actually the size of a large wolf, tucjed under her tail and her massive feathery wings tucked in, she curls up for a nap.


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« Reply #48 on: March 19, 2006, 02:10:45 PM »

OOC: Um... Could you enlighten me?  
What exactly is Daina? A giant winged squirrel, or fox....?
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« Reply #49 on: March 22, 2006, 07:57:02 AM »

OOC: Yes, Daina is a large winged fox. perhaps she will take a liking to your "motlepaw".

"Right then," announces The Squire as he posts a note on the door, "I think that's about long enough. If they want to come that badly I'm sure they'll find a way to follow us. Besides, I've left a note."

Daina awakens, yawns and sniffs. Unfolding her magnificent wings, she flaps them a few times, looks meaningfully at The Squire, then takes to the air.

"Come on, she wants us to follow her."

The small party departs, following Daina.
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« Reply #50 on: March 22, 2006, 08:40:40 PM »

Roo stands up and goes outside, just in time to see the squire leaving with someone he's never seen before.

"Hey! Wait up!!"Roo shouts as he runs up to the squire.

"Hey Squire, can I join ya?"He turns to the stranger."Hello, im Roo, the summoner of this bunch of......"He turns back to the squire,"is people an apropriate word for us?Anyways, are you joining us on this woderful quest?"He loses himself in thought for a second.

"You got any specialties that could help us out?"



OOC:from now on i have a falcon following me around named "Scar"
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« Reply #51 on: April 28, 2006, 04:14:55 AM »

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Roo wakes up from a wierd dream he had.  He was in a dark place and he saw a light.  Someone was calling him telling him "it was time".

Roo shakes his head."Whatever that means."He stands up and looks around.

He dodges to the left as an arrow speeds by and slams into something solid.  He turns around and sees a figure in a cloak.

"It's been awhile, Roo."

"It.......cannot be.......NO!!" He steps back and brandishes his spear.  He notices that his scar is starting to tingle.

"Let's see how strong you've grown over the years."  He snaps his fingers and a giant flaming snake apears behind him.  "Destroy him"  He commands calmly.

Roo jumps back as the snake strikes and jabs at it with lightning fast reflexes.  His spear just bounces off the scales, managing only to dent it.  The snake strikes again.  Roo makes a barrier and the snake harmlessly bounces off of it.  Roo gathers energy and launches a ball of pure black energy that sizzles as it soars through the air.  It strikes the snake and it shrieks as part of is side is disintegrated.

Roo feels the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and sees the snakes eyes glow a deep red.  The snake opens its mouth and a shockwave of heat emits from it.  Roo tries to dodge it but is too late and is hit on the side by it.  He screams out in pain as not only his side hurt, but that his scar was sizzling.  He looks down and sees that his scar is smoking and that he feels the curse start to weaken more by the second.

He looks up at the snake with eyes that are devoid of pupils.  Roo starts to emit black waves of energy and it starts to become more powerful.  He lifts his hand, palm facing at the snake and mutters a word under his breath and 5 snakes of the same kind come out of nowhere.  Instead of flaming, they have black energies coming out of them.  They see the flaming snake and at once all gather energy.  One moment the flaming snake stood there, the next it wasnt, as the 5 snakes obliterated it.

The figure turns to Roo.  "I see the curse of the forbidden one is almost gone......Well then, my work here is done.  You must find your way out of here yourself." He snaps and vanishes.

Roo drops to his knees as the last of the curse is lifted.  Roo's pupiless eyes turn pitch black and red pupils appear.  He creams as leathery black wings sprout from his back, and where fingernails once were, talons appeared.  His loyal falcon scar has turned into Roo's dark pheonix.  "Scar" no more, for its true name was BlackFire.

"My......powers.......have........returned.......I am once again...............The Devils Angel!!!"

With a powerful beat of his wings he flys off in search of his sworn enemy, the one without a name, while BlackFire followed its master.
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« Reply #52 on: June 04, 2006, 06:29:06 PM »

Another day is coming to an end as Liallan and Motlepaw make their way through the dense woodlands, following an ever-persistent Daina.
Glancing at the setting sun, Liallan murmurs to Daina,
"Shouldn't we start looking for a place to rest now?"
The white fox's response is negative.
Liallan had become much better at interpreting the thoughts and feeling projected by the fox. One of the things she was confident of was that Daina had a very clear idea of where to go. Moreover, the fox's... intuition had helped them avoid trouble several times over the past few days.
Suddenly a wave of alarm sweeps through Liallan and she freezes, holding her breath. Liallan realised the strange feeling was coming from somewhere away from here, like an echo..... Straining her perceptions, Liallan becomes sure that the 'echo' was coming from the direction they were heading in.
Daina halts and looks back at Liallan and Motlepaw, impatience shown in her every move and thought.
'Daina, are you sure?' whispers Liallan. The fox's response is affirmitive.
Liallan cautiously walks up to the fox and kneels down to be at the same eye-level as her.
'Daina, where are you leading us?' murmurs the elf.
For a moment the fox simply stares into the tracker's eyes, then it is as if a curtain had been pulled aside, and her mind becomes clear like water. Liallan is swept into a series of images, flashing by like a dream, but eventually forming a clear vision.
Liallan gasps.
She sees a whole field of burnt-out land, as if scorched by a giant flame. But there aren't even remains of trees or charred rocks - only a carpet of ash on the ground, at places waist-deep, showing everything was incinerated instantly.
Yet the.... area is anything other than lonely. It is occupied by dozens of strange, pavillion-like objects made of an unrecognisable, ash red material. Around it, she sees roughly man-sized creatures - uniformly slender, their skin shiny and sleek and ranging from dark grey to dark red in colour. Many bear long, twisting horns on their heads. All are garbed in tattered dark grey robes.
There are about two dozen of those creatures, and half of them appear to rest in the pavillions, while the rest... Surrounded by the pavillions, but a good distance away from them, a strange thing hangs in the air between two pillars of pitch black stone. It is like a blurred, shimmering light, twitching and shivering like a bird in winter. The other half of the creatures stand around it, clawed arms outstretched, motionless like statues.
A rift!
 Only, Liallan realises, it wasn't ready yet. She knew that passable rifts had an opaque grey colour, and that the shimmering light was only seen while the rift was being opened.
One of the figures resting near the pavillions walksup to one of the creatures around the rift and positions itself next to the other, arms outstretched. A moment later, the second creature leaves its trance and limps to the pavillions to rest.
Liallan notices something else - the outer perimeter of the 'camp' is guarded by sentries, creatures much like the other ones, only three times taller and much more muscular, and garbed in long cloaks instead of robes.
The vision fades.
Liallan stares at Daina. Sensing Motlepaw's bewilderment, she guesses he had also seen the vision.
'How do you know all this?' Liallan asks. The fox doesn't reply, only projects a wave or reassurance. Liallan sighs and follows the fox through the night.
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Suddenly the air in front of the trio ripples, and before they can do anything, they fall in.
Liallan hardly senses anything, only finds herself standing in a different place than before. Daina and Motlepaw are still beside her, and Daina appears calm.
'Was that of your doing?' Liallan wonders. 'How far did we go?'
Receiving no answer, Liallan follows Daina, who once again has resumed trotting forward.
Suddenly they catch sight of the demon camp.
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It was way past midnight now, and Liallan's consciousness tingled with the presence of the demons nearby - the effects of the amulet. Liallan couldn't believe it. She was hiding in a trench behind one of the pavillions, with Daina and Motlepaw at her side. The white fox was either completely insane and extremely lucky, or ingenious.
Receiving another message from the fox, Liallan is even  more astonished.
"You want us to do WHAT?" the thinks back.
The fox affirms and Liallan silently shakes her head in disbelief. But seeing as there was nothing else to do, she settles to wait. Soon, the rift would be finished - Liallan had wanted to somehow hinder its creation, but Daina convinced her Tal could only be rescued by getting to the other side. As soon as the rift began functioning properly, Liallan would sneak through and somehow get Tal out - how, only Daina knew - hopefully, thought Liallan. The task before her seemed impossible.
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« Reply #53 on: June 10, 2006, 07:21:33 AM »

Tal awakens in a dark dungeon. He breathes in, the reek of centuries of mould filling his nostrils. The dungeon is vast, the only source of light about 20 feet up, a small barred window. Heavy chains hold down his arms and legs, and glancing over, small dull copper rings were on his wrists. There seems to be no escape. He tries to move his legs, and finds that they too are shackled.

Tal begins meditating, and slips into a trance. within five minutes, he has the strength to remove the shackles binding his feet, and soon can lift up his arms, held down by something akin to a cannonball. Though regular magic is stopped by the rings, it seems that the meditative magic learnt during his travels is able to function.

Tal's skin begins to prickle, and his wrist grows slowly larger, until the shackles are forced to expand. this also causes the rings to bend completely out of shape. Within minutes, Tal's wrists have shrunken again to their usual size, and the shackles slip of easily, and drop lightly to the floor, along with the damned rings.

Snapping out of the trance, Tal takes stock of himself. He is starving and dehydrated, and obviously hasn't eaten or drunk anything in at least a week. Apart from the mouldy water all around, there is no source of food or drink to be seen. Tal once again slips into a trance, constantly muttering under his breath. Slowly and slowly he drops out of existense, until he is nothing but a shade.

With that, he walks calmly through the wall.
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« Reply #54 on: June 10, 2006, 08:31:12 PM »

The amulet.

The three of them are still hiding in the trench. Liallan, sitting on the ground, stares at Daina, then holds up the pendant she had found at Barrett's Coffee House. What about it?, she thinks. The fox replies with impatience. Then, getting close to Liallan, she fixes the amulet with her steady gaze. Feeling a strange force in the air, Liallan gingerly lets go of the pendant, but it hangs in the air without falling. Golden ripples of energy seem to roll underneath the dark yellow surface of the stone, and the gem on Daina's forehead also gleams gold. Liallan can't help shuddering as the smell of energy in the air becomes more intense and seems to seep into her very bones. How long before they are noticed?

Then it is as if a storm had erupted around her.

Liallan draws in one hoarse gasp as for a split moment, she feels everything fleeing from her - the warmth of her body disappears and is replaced by an icy cold, she can no longer feel the earth underneath her feet, and the air seems to lose all smell and motion.
Liallan is swept into a diffrent world as her body - along with Daina's and Motlepaw's - disappears.
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Liallan gradually regains awareness.
Although in reality only a moment had passed, Liallan feels as if waking up from a deep, long slumber.
The first thing she notices are the echoes.
The world around her is full of echoes, waves of feeling and motion. Studying her surroundings, she doesn't recognise them at once - the world around her is like a giant cobweb of energy. Cords of light, pulsing and multi-coloured, surround them, interweaving to form rough - very rough - outlines of objects. She recognises the pavillion - a semi-transparent sheet of grey, as is the ground underneath. In fact, everything that has no life of its own is a dull grey - and on that grey, there are punctures of burning colour: insects, worms, micro-organisms she wouldn't have noticed from her normal perspective.

Beside her, Liallan sees Motlepaw and Daina, both ragged outlines of animals. Daina's wings form an arc above her, the tips of the feathers seeming to fade into the air. Seeing Motlepaw, Liallan hesitates - for a moment it is as if there is something else to be seen within... no, parallel to him, and that she would see it if she looks hard enough. But whatever that something was, Liallan could no grasp it.
Both animals seem unnaturally still, despite moving slightly. Liallan realises they aren't breathing..
Suddenly it comes to her that neither was she! Then she perceives the fact that she pocesses no lungs - no body, whatsoever. Then Liallan notices she could see - or rather, sense - everything around her without turning her head, and guesses that the 'shapes' of her and her companions were merely means of reference, without any meaning.

Daina moves and leaves the trench. After a moment's hesitation, Liallan and Motlepaw follow her. Liallan notices that gravity has no effect on her, it is as if she is gliding above the ground. Yet somehow, as if all the cords of energy of her own bod... essence cling to the ground like the roots of a plant, Liallan's movement is hindered somewhat. Liallan realises this whole experience most resembles swimming underwater.
The creatures surrounding the completed rift do not react to their appearance, so the elf guesses she and her companions are invisible in... ghost form, she decides to call it. She also notices that the creatures are much paler in comparison to Daina, Motlepaw and herself. They are only partly on this side of reality - the other side holds the rest of them - their physical bodies, Liallan realises without knowing how. A journey into the metaphysical... how strange was that? Although, after the things she had been doing for the past century, probably not so strange after all.
They pass through the rift, which resembles nothing more than a hole, a gap in the fabric of energies around.
Throwing aside all hesitation, Liallan, Daina and Motlepaw step into the hole.
Liallan feels as if for a moment, she was a ragdoll being pulled apart thread by thread by an anxious child. Then....
A light...
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Tal - no. Not find. Not find. Alright.
Whatever is that supposed to mean?, Liallan thinks.
With Liallan in her metaphysical form, it was possible for Daina to actually send her clear, albeit ragged and chaotic, messages.
It was clear that Daina no longer planned to find Tal.
Instead, the fox led Liallan and Motlepaw somewhere else - where, was impossible to judge. The place they had landed in was alien in all aspects Liallan could think of - still, Liallan realised, it was a construction of some sort. Walls of colourless grey rose around her, and the air seemed different. Creatures surrounded her, towering, frightening and chaotic even in comparison to the rest of the metaphysical side of reality.
Daina seemed to know where to go. As always.
The trio move through the alien citadel, walking through walls to the natural surprise of Liallan, avoiding the metaphysical forms of guards, or whatever the monsters around them were. Suddenly, Daina stops.
What is it?, Liallan wonders. The she knows the answer.
Daina no longer knows where to go.
In her physical form, Liallan would've taken a deep breath. Then she slowly studied her surroundings, deciding which wall to penetrate.
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Liallan hurries as much as she can, with Daina and Motlepaw by her side. Somehow, they had almost been detected. Liallan had sensed something different about that monster even upon spying him - he was... more capable. Barely a moment after they saw him, the demon hesitated and turned to look at them, although of course his physical form could see nothing. But if the demon could also sense the metaphysical... which was clearly the case. Half a moment after they had started backing away through the wall, strange cords of light trapped the area where they had been when the demon spied them. Then the trio had hurried out of the room through the wall, but the demon magician had been alerted and was now searching for them.
Not sure she had already lost the magician, Liallan leads the group through more rooms, hoping they would not bump into more magicians. She is almost through another wall when Daina, noticing something, stops her. Noticing the real door from the room is locked, Liallan decides that for a moment, she could afford to investigate.
Approaching the far end of the room, Liallan hesitates. There are objects standing on the floor, and hanging on the walls - all of them, despite not being living, emiting a glow she could see in the metaphysical world. Liallan stares at them, entranced by the pulsing, supernatural, dangerous glow. Then, her gaze is drawn to the object on the far left - cords of energy weaving together to form a very long, thin case of grey... with a light almost as bright as the sun pulsing from within. Even while being dimmed by the grey case around it, the object inside is easily the brightest in the room.
Liallan slowly and cautiously approaches.
Everything around her is forgotten.... It seems like Liallan floats in a dark void, alone with the glowing object. She takes another step to it and gingerly reaches out to touch it.
Nothing happens - she only feels a slight buzz as she comes into connection with another metaphysical being - exactly the same thing as if she had touched Motlepaw or passed through the wall.
Suddenly Daina is beside her. The gem on her forehead glows and throws a strange light over the case.... and the case, along with the object inside, take on a different kind of light. Liallan realises they are now completely metaphysical.... Her fingers close around the case and she grasps it, then, faced with a sudden sense of urgency, hurriedly attaches it to her belt.
Time to go, Liallan thinks.
Without Daina, Liallan would've become hopelessly lost while attempting to retrace her footsteps and return to the rift. Moreover, Daina manages to guide Liallan in the right direction without actually retracing their footsteps. But just as Liallan catches sight of the rift, a gaping hole in the fabric of the metaphysical, she sees the magicians....
And the magicians sense her.
At least a dozen of them, they immediately begin to weave a spell, while Liallan and her companions set off towards the rift at their best speed. Even as she runs, Liallan realises how bad her luck is. Strong in numbers, the magicians begin to weave a much larger net than the one before, and until Liallan passed through the rift, she would still be in the net's reach....
The rift is now only several yards before them...
Daina speeds forward, along with Motlepaw, slightly ahead of Liallan. Together the animals pass through the rift, the energies shaping their bodies dissolving into the nothingness.
Then the glowing net constricts, closing in a burning bright aura around Liallan.
Something very akin to agony - in the metaphysical form - rips through the elf, and she staggers, shuddering as a whole chunk of her metaphysical form is simply torn apart. The shield, the Wavebreaker, had been the only thing preventing her immediate... disappearance from the face of the world, both normal and metaphysical.
Summong up all of her willpower to fight off the effects of the net that had torn into her, Liallan staggers through the rift.

As she appears on the other side, she finds Daina and Motlepaw waiting. Liallan is barely able to move, and only poccesses tiny, fleeting shreds of awareness. The events around her fleet by like dragonflies near a lake, and all is concealed in a dim fog, the energies around her seeming dimmed because of her state.
The pavillion...Daina... The wasteland... the copse... Motlepaw... Daina.... trees....Liallan is only aware of somehow moving through the landscape, with her companions hauling her like a chunk of meat. Liallan is barely conscious by the time they stop, and can hardly apprehend Daina again activating the amulet. Liallan's vision and all other senses then go chaotic, as colours pass into different kinds of colours.
She then makes a hoarse and painful gasp for air, as if just having surfaced after a long dive underwater. The last things she is aware of are her strained breathing, numbing pain in her whole body, and the mad, strained pounding of her heart.
The last shreds of awareness vanish.
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Motlepaw lies motionless beside Liallan while Daina is out hunting. Three days had passed since breaching the realm of the demons and Liallan, although thankfully still alive, has not woken up yet. There were no wounds on her body, yet she had had a very close brush with death back on the other side of the rift - and of the reality. Additionally to that came the strain of once again assuming her physical body. Motlepaw himself could do little more than lie on the ground regaining his strength for a whole day afterwards. Daina had been slightly better off, for whatever reasons. Since then they had taken turns guarding and warming the elf.
Motlepaw peers into the woodland around them. There were few animals, having been scared away by the wave of destruction caused by the opening of the rift. That was both blessing and curse - there were no predators to threaten them, on the other hand, they was also less prey than was preferable.
A hand runs through the fiery fur on Motlepaw's neck and he glances at the elf. Slowly, Liallan pulls herself upright, still dazed. Saying nothing, she scratches his ear. Motlepaw closes his eyes to announce his pleasure, then snaps back to attention as he remembers his duty is to gaurd Liallan while she is incapable of doing so herself - which she still is, despite having regained consciousness.
Daina? An image of the white fox enters his mind, along with a tone of inquiry. Motlepaw replies with an image of a fox killing a mouse, and Liallan nods slightly.
Feeling ravenous, Liallan unpacks provisions from her bag and spends the next few minutes eating. Finishing off with a long drink of water, Liallan then remembers the case she had snatched.
Disattaching it from her belt, Liallan holds it up. The case is very regular-looking, made of plain, albeit polished wood. For some reason, Liallan's pulse speeds up as she opens the case and retrieves the object. Motlepaw shifts in anticipation.
Wonder sweeps through Liallan as she holds the nearly weightless object in her hand. It is a feather - nearly a metre long, hard and pure white...no, wait...
As Liallan turns it this way and that, she notices the dim sunlight causes the shiny feather to glimmer with numerous colours... pink, violet, gold, blue, green, red.... It is as if a rainbow has been trapped within the feather. And the feather was definitely radiating some sort of power - Liallan could clearly sense it was vast, and holding the feather in her hands put her in a state of awe...
Liallan notices something else - dark splatters on the feather near the very base of it. Liallan recognises them as traces of blood having seeped into the fabric of the feather. The blood is old and colourless, yet there is no doubt that it is blood.
As Daina appears, Liallan absently wonders what sort of bird the feather had come from.
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« Reply #55 on: June 15, 2006, 05:29:43 PM »

As the evening twilight settles in, casting the thick foliage in murky shadow, Liallan judges herself perhaps another hour away from Barret's. Reflecting on her adventure, she found herself full of questions. What other surprises did the mysterious amulet hold for her? What did the presence of a demon portal mean?
And the feather....
Liallan was sure it was an artifact of some sort, powerful beyond her comprehension... She found herself wishing to know more about it, yet some instinct deep within convinced Liallan such knowledge was not for her. And yet, who had the feather come from? And the bloodstains at the base...?
Liallan jerks back to alertness as her skin starts tingling. She freezes, and Daina, along with Motlepaw, echo her. Both look confused as to what had alarmed her.
Liallan draws in a deep breath, keeping control of herself. She could feel something near - the amulet was working. Concentrating hard, Liallan manages to glimpse the location of the intruders....
Demons!
Too close... Too many...
Without wasting more time, Liallan signals Motlepaw and Daina to be quiet and creeps behind a growth of bushes, hoping the demons were still unaware of the trio's location. Liallan freezes again as she actually hears rustling straight ahead. And then....
A howl splits through the copse, and Liallan, resisting the impulse to cover her ears, rushes forward. Entering a clearing, she spots the howling demon - a canine-like variety with long slender legs, who, momentarily startled by her charging approach, hesitates. Before the demon has time to compose himself, Liallan closes in on him, her sword flashing out of the scabbard in a deadly arc, severing the creature's head. The howl stops abruptly, but Liallan feels more demons approaching to investigate.
Come on!, Liallan tells Motlepaw and Daina, and runs forward, resheathing her sword.
They run, attempting to move with speed as well as a certain amount of stealth. By the time the canine-like demons reach the clearing with their slain comrade, Liallan and her companions are out of sight. Continuing in the general direction of Barret's, they soon leave the copse and come out into the open field.
Liallan pauses, attempting to determine the location of the demons, and senses no persuit. Suddenly, however, she becomes aware of another threat. Alarmed, she looks up at the dim sky...
And barely ducks in time as long talons comb the air where her head had been a moment ago. Reflexively, Liallan rolls, coming back to her feet with her sword in one hand and a long dagger in the other. Motlepaw drops flat as more talons seek to dig into him. Daina simply dodges them.
Failing the attack, the creatures retreat into the sky, and Liallan catches a glimpse of them. They are roughly wyvern-like, flapping great, webbed wings, and small heads adorned with huge horns, on a long, muscular neck. They poccess no forefeet, but extremely powerful, taloned hind legs, which they seem to prefer as a  means of attack.
There are about a dozen of the creatures. The demons circle once in the air, while Liallan and her companions make themselves ready for defense. However, instead of attacking, the demons land on the ground in a wide ring around the trio. One of them starts speaking....
Or at least, that's what it seems to be doing. It's voice is raspy and very unpleasant to the ear, like shards of rusty iron scraping against each other.
"...Fool! Dare oppose him? You puny mortal! A short-lived moth with no sense of eternity!"
Liallan forces herself to smirk into the face of danger.
"You don't talk to a woman about her age. And he would know better than call me a mortal. Obviously you're not very high-placed in his army, are you, minion?"
The demons clash and hiss in rage and seem poised to charge them, but the leader seems to hold them off. Also spitting with rage, he replies,
"Fool and idiot, you dare address us in such a way? All of the creatures on this plane of yours are but dirt to be stepped upon. Enough then, thief. Return that which you have stolen, and surrender willingly, and for now, you will avoid death!"
Motlepaw growls, and Daina looks about her in a bewildered way. The gem on her forehead is somewhat dimmer than usual. Liallan lets out a laugh of contempt,
"I have a better bargain. How about you leave, and I restrain myself from hacking you to pieces?"
The reply is a wild howl of rage from all of the demons. As one, they take into the air, circle once, and pour down in a winged, taloned hail upon the heads of Liallan, Motlepaw and Daina.
Liallan's sword lashes out, taking a demon down in the air. Motlepaw drops flat, avoid another demon's taloned grip, and as the creature moves away, the wolf springs at him, biting deep into the demon's exposed neck. The gem on Daina's forehead suddenly shoots a thin, razor-like bolt of lightning, and the demon it hits goes down with a scream.
Liallan has to fight for her life. As her reflexes are pressed to their maximum, she swings with her weapons, simultaneously dodging the demons that flap around her in a hurricane of wings and horned heads. Still without injury, Liallan knows it is but a matter of seconds before that changes, and that her first wound will likely be her last.
Liallan blindly thrusts her sword into the side of a demon, and immediately realises she has made a mistake. Failing to kill the demon, the sword gets caught in the creature's ribcage, and as the demon takes off, Liallan is nearly knocked off her feet and is forced to let go. As another demon closes in on her, she manages to wound him with a lash of her dagger, but as the creature flies past, one of its leathy wings smacks Liallan hard into the back, throwing her off balance. Liallan stumbles, falling to the ground.
For a moment, time seems to freeze.
Liallan sees the demons - they recoil, obviously going to attack her together the next moment. Beyond them, Motlepaw yelps - struck by a taloned foot of a demon, he is knocked sideward, rolling across the ground. Slightly away, Liallan catches a glimpse of Daina's white coat, and for a moment, their gazes lock.
The feather!, the fox tells Liallan in a mental scream of anxiousness.
Without knowing why, Liallan acts without doubt and hesitation. Letting the dagger fall from her hand, she swiftly removes the feather from the wooden case and thrusts it into the face of one of the demons closing in on her.
Of its own accord, the feather seems to quiver. A feeling of instant terror seems to consume the demons, and already nearly touching Liallan, they recoil.
Then, a wave of rainbow light explodes from the feather.
Liallan grasps the feather like a lifeline as it shudders and quivers, emiting waves of light. Squinting, Liallan sees some of the demons near her fall to the ground, others scatter, taking off into the air.
Eventually the light fades and the feather ceases its action. Sitting upright, Liallan looks around. A strange stillness has come over the surroundings. Motlepaw regains his feet, blood trickling down his shoulder. Daina, her fur full of grass and dirt, but unharmed, sends a wave of something resembling praise to Liallan.
Liallan studies the feather in wonder, then puts it away.
Why couldn't you tell at once?, she wonders at Daina.
Liallan crosses over to Motlepaw, who timidly lets himself be inspected. There are three long, parallel gashes on his left side - two shallow ones along his ribs, and a deep one running from shoulder to the middle of his leg. Liallan swears, and removes a small bag of powder she had purchased from Morgan. Remembering the instructions, she lets Motlepaw sniff at it. The wolf sneezes. For a moment nothing happens, then the wounds begin to smoke slightly.... But that's it. Liallan repeats the attempt, then, when nothing else happens, she swears under her breath,
"I'll have Morgan explain to me why his restorative powder doesn't heal wounds inflicted by demons... If it heals at all. And he'd better talk quickly...." Liallan cleans and bandages the wound, hoping Motlepaw would get better treatment at Barret's.
Noticing Daina has just finished cleaning herself, Liallan smiles slightly. "Come on," she says to the two animals.
Again, the trio set out for Barret's. This time, Liallan hoped they would be able to reach it without incident.
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