Dragon Kin : The Invaders From Gorde
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				Title: <strong>Dragon Kin : The Invaders From Gorde</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 02:24:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 25pt;" class="bbc_size">DRAGON KIN</span><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">.::The Invaders From Gorde::.</span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">Evangelista Cell</span><br>Reaching shore in an unknown place</span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/1313217368285863623981108.jpg)</div>Cell felt a chill run down her spine, and all the little hairs on her body stand straight up in attention.&nbsp; There was just something so ominous about the atmosphere, and she couldn't quite shake the feeling that whatever waited for them on the other side of the lake they were traversing, wasn't so friendly in nature.&nbsp; She hunkered down lower into the long boat they were traveling in, and thought back to earlier that day, when they had first boarded this rather derelict looking ship.&nbsp; They had been wandering through narrow cave systems, the only light coming from the torches they carried with them, and every sound they made reverberated through the walls, bouncing back at them, and making their progress almost dangerously loud.&nbsp; At the time, Cell had been convinced that they were going in the right direction, not from any vision she might have had, but because it had been the only entrance into the looming mountains, that they could find.&nbsp; At the time, she had constantly been muttering prayers under her breath, trying to stand firm in the belief that they had found the right way, the true way to the end of their quest.&nbsp; And like an answer to those prayers, they had walked themselves into a cavern so large, that even her imagination couldn't have comprehended such a thing on her own.&nbsp; <br><br>The space had been so intimidatingly large, or at least it had seemed that way from the little light they had with them, that Cell had been speechless.&nbsp; Even her prayers had left her in an uncomfortable realization that they had farther to go than she had first thought, when entering the cave.&nbsp; They had walked for a while, longer than she probably realized, until they had been stopped once again by water that stretched out into the darkness.&nbsp; They had no way to know how far the water went, or if there was another side to it that didn't end in a rock wall.&nbsp; But as if to make up for her moment of weakness before, she had stood solid in her conviction that they needed to cross it, to fulfill their holy journey, and save the city of Lance.&nbsp; <br><br>But her conviction couldn't solve the problem of how to cross the obstacle, and since they hadn't thought to carry a boat with them, it wasn't very likely that they would.&nbsp; As she wandered closer to the waters edge, she had tried hard to come up with something, but still no big epiphany had revealed itself to her.&nbsp; It had only been when she had bent over, and trailed a finger through the water, focusing as hard as she could on figuring out a solution to their problem, that it had suddenly hit her.&nbsp; She felt the tell tale signs of a vision hitting her, her muscles clenching, a falling sensation hitting her in the face, and her eyes zeroing in on one single point, when a murky picture of a boat, sitting half in the water, and half on land, had imprinted itself on her mind.<br><br>After that, it had been easy to get Millicent to use her abilities to call the ship to them.&nbsp; And so they had began their journey on the oddly tepid water, their fire engulfing them in a bubble of light.&nbsp; The boat itself hadn't been very large, but it was long in length, and small in width.&nbsp; Completely made of wood, it had looked like it would sink at any moment, but oddly it had bore their weight with nary a squeak of protest.&nbsp; There hadn't been any paddles, and Cell had been more than a little concerned for Millicent, since she had taken the strain of propelling them forward.&nbsp; But even her concern couldn't mask the excitement thrumming in her veins at the time.&nbsp; It had taken a few hours on water, to dim that excitement.<br><br>And as she had stared ahead into the darkness, an odd whoosh of air hitting them as they traveled, she had felt the beginnings of trepidation.&nbsp; She had questioned herself several times, what if they met only rock, what if the lake went on and on, and they never reached the other side, whatever it was.&nbsp; What if something truly horrible met them on the other side, which was a possibility with more than a little weight, since whatever had caused the Gods to abandon them, must have been something terrible indeed.<br><br>Just as she felt another moment of weakness over come her, the old ship had hit something, and they had lurched forward into a complete stop.&nbsp; The sound of rustling cloth met her ears, even as she herself pulled the dark green cloth of her cloak further around her shoulders, trying desperately to keep warm in a place that breathed cold air.&nbsp; Her ink stained hair blew free in the wind, hitting her in the face, even as she absentmindedly tucked it behind her ear.&nbsp; She felt her bag, silently, with her hands, just to make sure it was still there, just to reassure herself that they had indeed found their way to the other side, all together, in one piece.&nbsp; She had been the first to step onto the rocky shore, and the first to step forward, holding a torch high above her head, gripping onto her Glaive with white knuckles, gaping wide eyed, and open mouthed at the largest door she had ever been blessed to see.&nbsp; The sight had immediately entranced her, and she felt herself almost breathlessly staring at it, muttering prayers under her breath, and beseeching the gods to protect them from whatever lay behind it.
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				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 23:04:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 19pt;" class="bbc_size">Millicent Stokes</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">Your head will collapse, if there's nothing in it...</span></div><br><hr><br>Millicent had taken pains to keep her sister off the ground, Margolynn perched atop her left shoulder, her tiny fingers wrapped around her sister's hair. Her armor clanked as she stepped over puddles gingerly, keeping a cautious eye out for traps. The catacomb walls swirled and twisted, faces peeking from the rocks to moan or offer incoherent words of warning, mud dribbling down their craggy lips as they chanted and gibbered at Millicent. No one else seemed to notice, so Millicent reasoned it was just her imagination. This would have calmed her, if she were capable of feeling stark terror at the phantasms of her mind, but after so many years of waking nightmares, she had grown decidedly numb. To her companions, she must have made a strange sight though, her arm crooked up to hold an invisible parcel. She knew Margolynn was as much a phantom as the terrors that lined the walls of the ancient cave. The difference was that she didn't care. There was reassurance in those tiny fingers as they played with her hair, and though she was impossibly light, the weight was soothing to Milly. <br><br>When at last they came to the tainted shore of the subterranean lake, she let Margo down at her side, taking a few measured steps closer to the shimmering surface of the water. Faces stripped of their flesh by fish and putrification screamed up at her, tongues waggling hungrily from lipless mouths, their teeth eternally bared in a snarl. Further out she could make out shapes equal parts serpentine and nightmare, great beasts from the depths of her subconscious letting out horrific shrieks no human throat could mimic. <br><br>She was more attentive to Cell however as the waif made her way towards the water's edge, dipping her finger in with abandon. Millicent had already come to the conclusion that what she was seeing were her own night terrors, but it was always nice to have some small degree of reassurance. Her eyes did not lie to her whole heartedly she found. She saw things that were not there, but never had she NOT seen those things which were real. It was a strange distinction that kept her from being locked away or put down like a rabid dog. Her eyes lied. She was sharp enough to catch the deception... most of the time. Cell told her that on the other side of the lake there was a vessel. Given her abilities it should be no trouble to bring it from the distant shore, she told Milly. Milly would have told her otherwise, but she knew it would take too long to explain.<br><br>Millicent sighed, resting her hand on Margolynn's head, her fingers feeling the gossamer tickle of her sister's long black hair. Petting her slowly, she leaned down and whispered in her sister's ear. The healers had done their best to put her back together, psychologically speaking, but it was her own innate abilities that helped her circumvent the damage. She could not readily reason with her madness... but Margolynn could. A delusion herself, Margolynn was the most attentive of her hallucinations, and acted at times as the middleman in the negotiation between Millicent and her inner demons.<br><br>Taking place in the stage of Millicent's mind, her sister threw up her tiny little arms, her eyes glowing vibrant green as she began to chant. In the distance one of the nightmarish serpents of Millicent's unconscious mind stood up from the stagnant pool, making a choked gurgling sound as it strained against Margolynn's will. The struggle was short lived as it dove underwater and began the long swim towards the opposite shore. <br><br>Millicent closed her eyes, her arms crossed over her chest as she listened intently to her sister's monotone crooning. She was experiencing a slight degree of vertigo by casting out her powers on an unseen target. Still, on some level she felt the slight strain as her enslaved madness at last came in contact with the boat. Dragging it along was a steady process, and Millicent only opened her eyes as she felt it drawing closer. The rickety vessel was towed by a vast black serpent, its skin shimmering like mother of pearl and tar. Covered in yellow and black ichor from the deeper levels of Milly's subconscious, the beasts teeth were set jauntily in it's maw, the ragged ivory looking as likely to cut its own mouth as devour prey. <br><br>Dozens of eyes blinked as it stared down at Margolynn and Millicent, its breath smelling of sweet stagnation. Milly gripped her grapple as she climbed aboard the ship, the chain grinding between her gauntlet as she began to spin it at her side leisurely. With a short cry she released it, the barbed grapple piercing the hide of the beast, another of its inhuman shrieks echoing through the caverns. <br><br>To onlookers, her grapple seemed to simply suspend itself in midair, floating impossibly at the outskirts of their feeble torch light. With great care she secured the chain to a series of steel rings at the bow of the ship, hopeful that the rotted wood would hold. When at last they had all boarded, Margolynn let her arms droop, releasing the serpent. Millicent gritted her teeth as the chain suddenly grew sharply taut, the beast pulling them out across the surface of the lake. <br><br>Using the chain as a crude bridle, her slender arms were tense as she strained to guide the unruly hallucination. Uncertain of how far they were going, and with no basis of reference that they were even headed in a straight line, she was forced to rely on Cell as a compass. Millicent had begun to grow pale, the strain making her ever more nauseous as they continued. She tried not to think about it. After all, the horrors that were in this cave were in reality confined to the borders of her skull. Not like the others...<br><br><strong>6 months prior...</strong><br><br>Deveraux nervously rubbed his fingers together to warm them as he sat with his back to the door. The frost radiated from the iron door, making his skin feel tight and prickly, his fingers full of needles as he tried to flex the life back into them. It was warm just ten feet in, past the entrance hall. He could smell the food and even smell the bitter vinegar stench of cheap wine from here. But he had made the choice to stand guard tonight, preferring the risk of frostbite to the presence of that... abomination.<br><br>It called itself Mr. Hyne, as if it had a right to a name. <br><br>Deveraux was a religious man, despite his given profession of hired thug. Breaking the extremities of debtors and providing a watchful eye for smuggling jobs were tasks he excelled at, taking a certain amount of pride in himself and his skills, in so far as he allowed. <br><br>After all, pride was a sin too.<br><br>But this was different. This was the job to end all jobs. Enough money to set him and his family (a stray dog named Chloe) with enough money to start up his small messenger service business. Only because it brought his dream within grasp did he contemplate dealing with such profanities as Mr. Hyne. Cupping his hands to catch the warmth of his breath, he started at the sound of a sharp rap on the door. Shocked as he was so violently thrown from his thoughts, his hand trembled only half from the cold as he reached to slide the latch on the peekhole open, "Yes?"<br><br>The woman on the other side of the door was petite of form, looking rather delicate of constitution. But her armor was that of a Sword Maid, which was certainly cause for concern. There was no paladin's crest or house stamped upon her breast plate however. It was unadorned, making it seem that while she may shop at the same armory, she was not one of the Order. As she looked up and their eyes met, Deveraux felt the bottom drop out of his guts. This was NOT a Sword Maiden... <br><br>In the city of Vale her face was equal parts notorious and infamous. Not bothering to close the latch, Deveraux turned and ran towards the main hall, his voice raised to a pitch that was clearly not comfortable for him. "The Cock Breaker is here!"<br><br>Outside, her hair swept in the frigid winds, Millicent gritted her teeth at the name. The Maidens had jokingly given her the title, "The Apostate", her soiled spiritual status freeing her to perform the jobs they could not perform... though somehow were never timid about asking her to perform. But the nickname that had stuck was decidedly less flattering.<br><br>Cock Breaker.<br><br>"They mean it as a compliment... kind of?" Margolynn smiled winningly up at her sister, her cloak bundled tightly around her little frame. She couldn't really feel the cold, being non-existant and all, but Millicent's perception forced certain rules upon the phantasm. It was freezing outside and Margolynn should be cold, so... she was cold.<br><br>"A compliment, huh? I'm going to compliment each one of them individually." Millicent muttered checking the straps on her gauntlets habitually. It was a nervous tick she had, when she was about to start hitting things. Her small companion let out a squeak, hugging herself nervously at the sight of her sister's preparations, "Won't you please tell me when to turn away, Milly? Please?"<br><br>***<br><br>Ravnis and his men followed Deveraux to the entryway, the brigands already on edge thanks to their guest. A rogue Sword Maiden prying into their affairs was something Ravnis couldn't tolerate at this juncture. Particularly Millicent Stokes, "Deveraux! You are certain it was the Apostate?"<br><br>As he asked, the iron door made a sound like a bell ringing sharply. The impression of knuckles stood up two inches from the force of the impact, followed in rapid succession by another set... and another...<br><br>"Pretty certain..." Deveraux responded snarkily, his sword drawn and shaking in his grip from terror at the steady pounding of the knight's fist. It began to buckle in its frame, the iron squealing as it bowed inwards. Silence loomed for a full ten seconds when it seemed most likely for the door to give way. Had she hurt herself? Maybe she'd given up?<br><br>The reality of the situation was she had been banging with her left fist... and she was right handed. Milly had paused only to reposition herself on the right side before tearing the door of its hinges with a sharp uppercut. It fell forward with a clank that echoed throughout the hall, rocking back and forth briefly, its shape distorted from the barrage.<br><br>Ravnis drew his swords, showing off his martial expertise via a rapid flourish of the blades, a trick he'd learned from a Row merchant who had started his career as a juggler. It was usually effective enough at scaring people off though. Falling into a battle stance he sneered at her, "Am I supposed to be scared? Do you know who I am, little girl?"<br><br>Millicent slid an armored toe beneath the heavy door, nonchalantly kicking it off of the ground. It spun through the air, slamming into Ravnis and shattering his collarbone on impact. As he struggled beneath the door, she stepped forward, putting her full weight (93 lbs) on top of it. "No... who are you?"<br><br>His men were not particularly loyal to the cause, but she was in between them and their escape, panic taking the place of bravery as they gathered their wits and charged her all at once. To her eyes they had the faces of jackals, grinning nervously as they sought to nip at her, overpowering her with numbers alone. She unlatched the lock on her scabbard, drawing her blade and striking in a single motion. The arc of her blade severed fingers, slashed cheeks and shattered thin blades as if they weren't there, the brigands pausing at the cries of the injured amongst their ranks. <br><br>Despite the numbers, it was clear the odds were heavily in her favor... until the main chamber door opened. Millicent stared at the man as he entered, swathed in bandages and silken robes. Where it was visible, his skin was a shade of black so dark it seemed one could fall into him. His eyes were the same, pits of glistening blackness. The air shimmered around him with something akin to a heat haze, as if reality itself did not wish to tolerate his continued presence. <br><br>She raised an eyebrow, taking note of the fear in the eyes of the brigands as they began to move towards her. It was hard to say how much of what she was seeing was real and how much was her madness... but there was something about this man that terrified the rogues even more than she did. Ravnis had managed to escape from beneath the door, clutching his shoulder as he whimpered at their guest, "Mr. Hyne! We've got this under control! Please..."<br><br>He was cut short as the creature gestured sharply with its left hand. The hand ended in a twisted claw and the gesture ended in a spray of blood, Ravnis falling to the ground significantly shorter than he had been. His head hit the ground a moment later with a dull plop. Millicent felt the blood speckle her cheek, and she could not help but taste the coppery tang across her lip. <br><br>This thing was real.<br><br>She charged, bringing her blade down on the man's head, only to watch Mr. Hyne's neck twist bonelessly out of the way. His mouth opened revealing row after row of shark's teeth as he bit down on her sword. Like the blade of a chainsaw, his teeth seemed to vibrate and gnash within the gum line, sparks flying as a great furrow was dug into Milly's blade.<br><br>Deadlocked, her eyes widened in shock for the first time in years. A single word escaped her lips, tinged with panic, "Margo!" Her sister slid in between Mr. Hyne's legs, wrapping her arms around his knees. With the strength of a titan, the ten year old lifted the creature straight up, pulling Millicent off her feet as well as she clung tenaciously to her blade which was still wedged in between the beast's teeth.<br><br>Mr. Hyne's head came into sharp contact with the low ceiling, making a sickening crackling noise like wax paper as his neck bent at a sharp angle. The impact caused his teeth to pass entirely through the blade, and Millicent dropped to the floor gracelessly. She examined the large bite taken out of her blade, touching it to be sure that she wasn't just imagining this. <br><br>No... this was real. Too real.<br><br>She sheathed the blade in its metal scabbard, locking it into place before drawing it again sheathed. Mr. Hyne had already picked himself up off the ground, his head lolling bonelessly on his shoulder. It didn't seem to have hurt him overly much however as he charged her. Millicent blocked his claws with her blade, the impact sending her hurtling out of the door she'd just come through and into the soft snow. She rolled over on all fours, struggling to her feet, the mountain hide out placed dangerously close to the cliffside. Blinded by the fierce snow fall and the wind, she extended her bastard sword in front of her defensively as Mr. Hyne stepped out of the stronghold, steam rising from his ebony body as the beast began to shred its clothing. Millicent would have been terrified at this point... if she was capable. <br><br>Her imaginary sister stepped in front of the beast, pushing it backwards. Weak from her earlier over exertion, Margolynn found herself struggling against the beast. After a brief contest of strength, Mr. Hyne shoved the invisible barrier out of his way. To Millicent's eyes however, she watched Margolynn get tossed across the field of snow. <br><br>Milly bared her teeth letting out a bestial roar of her own at Mr. Hyne, her armor clattering as she charged. With a sweeping strike, her sword bent on impact, scabbard and all, as she brought it across the monster's ribcage. As Mr. Hyne toppled over, she leapt on top of him, bringing her fist down on his face. As nightmarish as its face had been, she managed to make it substantially worse after the tenth time she brought her fist down, ooze spraying from the multiple holes left by her spiked knuckles. <br><br>Caught up in a frenzy, she was oblivious to the world around her, the brigands escaping in a paniced mob. It was only when Margolynn's tiny fingers came to rest on her back that she paused, the monster's head resembling a pate more than a man now. Peering over her shoulder, ichor dripping from her face, Millicent shook her head, "What the fuck was that?"<br><br>"That's a brown word, Milly." Margolynn chastised her, covering her ears at the word "fuck". Millicent laughed, wrapping an arm around her sister, smiling underneath the layer of gore, "... sorry, shorty." <br><br>The moment was interrupted by the sound of someone stumbling. Deveraux flailed about in the snow, suddenly aware that the "Cock Breaker" had taken notice of him. Panicing as he tried to get to his feet, he froze at the sound of her voice as she shouted "Hey! Bring your carcass over here. Do not make me get up and chase you, double ugly. I am extremely winded right now, so I would be forced to severely hurt you."<br><br>Weighing the odds instantly, he whimpered, "Yes milady... coming!"<br><br>***<br><br>Millicent was jarred back to the present as the ship hit the otherside. She took a staggering stepped forward off of the vessel, splashing in a foot of water as she turned breathlessly back to the boat. Milly held out her arms as if to catch something, as she imagined her sister leaping into her embrace. Clutching her with one arm, Millicent drew her sword, using it as a cane as she wearily pulled herself to shore. <br><br>Unattended by her thoughts, the "serpent" disappeared into her subconscious, leaving her grapple to submit to the will of gravity. It clattered on the shore with a merry tinkle of metal against stone. Millicent made it to dry land after a few shuddering steps, letting her sister down gently on the stone. Supporting herself on her own blade, she breathed in and out like a bellows, the exertion of using her telekinetic abilities so directly making her nauseous. Slowly growing calm, she flopped onto her backside, unlatching her chest plate momentarily to allowed herself to cool. Her tunic clung to her, drenched with sweat from the long haul.<br><br>Margolynn chimed merrily as she stared at the door, "Milly! Milly! Look!" Millicent felt the world spin as she tilted her neck up to peer at the tall doorway, "Do you want me to open it? I got it!" Watching Margo place her tiny hands against the doorway, Millicent began to feel nauseous all over again. The surface of the door cracked from the pressure but otherwise didn't budge.<br><br>"MARGO!"<br><br>Margolynn stopped what she was doing, the little girl removing her hands from the door to sheepishly play with her dress. The imprint of a two children's hands were etched in the door, but it hadn't budged a centimeter. Millicent laid back to stare up at the inky darkness of the cavern roof, "Just... sit down for a minute and let me catch my breath, okay?" The knight began to catch her breath slowly, watching the torch light glimmer off of her grappling hook blade. Meditative to a certain extent, she found if only briefly she was too exhausted to even hallucinate. It never lasted long enough, these fleeting moments of lucidity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin : The Invaders From Gorde</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 15:40:34</strong>
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				Cocanth's eyes slowly opened, those cloudy blind eyes gazing at nothing like always. The dragon was angry, he had bene trapped here for so long, so long to stare into darkness with nothing for ocmpany but whatever icicle he happened to make and his thoughts. Being a White Dragon, the male's cell was frozen over, utterly cold to suit him well. 'I hear things.. Syrine, can you see the sunlight? Are you flying high in the sky my sister?' Cocanth's mind wandered to the younger sister whom had died at the hands of humans years ago.<br><br>Sweet Syrine had been such a beautiful White dragoness, her voice alone had made Cocanth so happy, and now she was gone and Cocanth could no longer see the Sunlight, or even feel the cold wind on his scales. All he had were his thoughts.. but wait.. What was taht feeling.. He moved slightly, chains rattling in response, joints creaking. What was out there? He felt something, but what?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin : The Invaders From Gorde</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>swordwind</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 18:37:43</strong>
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				Toriss felt like rubbing his eyes once again after another poor nights sleep. The visions were just as strong as before and weren't going away. Twisted landscapes and death seemed to haunt him nearly every night since he was 22 and it faintly showed within his eyes. He blessed the fact that his abilities prevent the physical aspect from showing to strongly upon his face. Yet his mind was always slightly dulled. Blinking the sleep away he looked up upon the vast lake Lady Cell had brought them to. It was here that they were going to find hope. But hope for what? <br><br>Nothing but stone and darkness rested within this place, along with the lake of water of course, so what were they looking for? Turning his gaze around the area he should of been in higher spirits. Him and four women were underneath the ground, searching for salvation of their entire kingdom, and his mind was thinking about falling asleep. With or without company he thought. Giving his head a slight shake he looked up at Lady Cell. Her face seemed to give off a look of distant focus for a moment and then called Lady Millicent over to her. Lady Millicent, to Toriss, was insane. Something happened to her long ago and now it had driven her to the point of madness. Always muttering to some unknown ghost that only she could see or feel. She claimed it helped her but people would never understand that and she would never find a peaceful existence with a ghost lingering beside her.&nbsp; Yet the people needed her and her abilities. He knew his skills could never heal that which plagued her and he slightly wondered what the locals would do to her after the war was over. Kill her most likely, if they could. Overwise the life of a hermit or wanderer would be hers forever. <br><br>As Lady Millicent worked to draw something across the lake Toriss put his mind to work. Lady Cell had a plan, or he thought she did. Religious priestess or was it a scribe, he couldn't remember, always reading from the book at her side. Something was drawing her here and beyond. But she talked like something that just learned to speak. He could have laughed at how she spoken when they first met but thought better of it. Religious folk don't like that and if their gods existed, they wouldn't as well. Based on her age something instilled within her at the church must of been the reason for her awkwardness in her vocal skills. Yawning at the delay he look at the last two members of their team, Lady Galiock and Lady Davenport. <br><br>He knew out of the whole group he could deal with Davernport in a number of different ways. She was clever, smart, and clearly enjoyed her lot in life. Where as the other three females carried some unknown deadly secret. Why were the crazy people selected to go out and die in times of crisis. he wondered. Oh well, he let his thoughts return to the observation of his party.&nbsp; Lady Galiock didn't talk much and was more of a loner then a member of the group. Smart, but quiet. He didn't like continuously quiet people. They just, moved him the wrong way. Still he had tried small talk with each of them and only had some success with Lady Davenport. <br><br>Rolling his shoulders his armor clinked together and followed his movement. He had gotten used to it after a few weeks of travel and now it was like his second skin. A skin that need polishing night and day to avoid rusting. Damn missing sleep did make him on edge, he lightly chuckled at that thought as the boat came into view. "That won't hold us." he thought. But as they climbed into the rotted wooden hull of the ship it seemed to hold them all well enough. Lady Cell looked overly excited at the fact as the body left the shore and into the darkness they went. Toriss found a railing and leaned agaisnt it. Water wasn't special to him and by the look of the lake around him and the darkness it could take a great time or a short deal of time to get their. So he decided to let his mind relax a moment. <br><br>That moment turned into a few hours before the boat jarred itself upon some rocks. Toriss blinked his eyes wondering what caused time to flash by but passed it up to sleep. Napping had become habit for him when it was able to happen. A long boat ride was just what he needed. Climbing up and out of the boat he looked around the area and saw a rather large old and impressive door. "I wonder what beyond that?" he wondered.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin : The Invaders From Gorde</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 19:24:37</strong>
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				<br>Somewhere deep in the bowels of the mountain, another shape began to stir into wakefulness. Buried under the weight of darkness for centuries on end, the being that stretched its full length was but a shadow of the one he had once been known as. For the longest time his universe consisted of words and concepts that now sounded almost foreign; of the hard rock under his belly and the furrows his claws had gauged into it after the first few years; of the comforting bed of gemstones he had called to cover them one at a time and now provided him with a comfortable bed that shone with thousands of rainbows whenever he cared to illuminate it with his breath. <br><br>He didn't need his breath to know where each of them were, though. Here under his weight, above, on the sides, dwarfing the large cave to the point where he could hardly walk around it any longer -- if walking were something he ever cared to do. He could feel them deeper in the stone, above and below, the ones he hadn't yet called to himself in order to leave. Leave? Why would anyone leave this den? A bit of a snort illuminated the gate ahead as he opened his eyes just enough to stare at the bejewelled surface. /Sleep/ he told himself, in a tongue long dead. /Sleep/ the familiar loved/hated wraith said in his head in the exact same tongue. <br><br>How coud he sleep when things felt wrong, though? <br><br>Shinies didn't move on their own, and he wasn't moving these ones. Far away. His eyes closed again, scaled tail sweeping the back of the cave and tumbling a pile of rainbows in a predictable pattern. That was what was wrong, he decided. That other pattern was not predictable. It wasn't rolling down like some did when they fell into the water and got carried away; it wasn't shifting with the passing of a wave or the kick of an animal; it was getting closer and closer on its own, as if coming to him of its own volition. /Mine/ his thoughts rumbled, focusing on the motion. It was much closer now. <br><br>He reached for it, tugging it tentatively toward himself, telling it to come to him.<br><br>For a moment, it obeyed, and then it got caught. Contained in something, he made it shake .<br><br>The dragon huffed through his nose once, letting it go. It would come at its own pace, then. And he'd be waiting, there was nothing else for him to do.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin : The Invaders From Gorde</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phantasmatical</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 00:18:19</strong>
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				The passageways winded on underneath the mountain, a labyrinthine sequence of tunnels woven in a path that, were it to be viewed from a distance by someone supremely knowledgeable in the ways of magic, could be seen to be a sign of binding. The guardians who walked it did so in precise patterns, constantly reinforcing the bonds which held the mighty beasts imprisoned beneath the earth. The caverns – little more than cells to the enormous creatures – that held each dragon were accessible by these tunnels. All but one, that is.<br><br>This tunnel in particular was small at its opening, scarcely large enough for a single human to squeeze through, but grew quickly to around fifteen feet high, though it did not widen more than a few feet. From there, it appeared that a rockslide had hit, filling the tunnel completely and tapering toward the entrance, the boulders jagged and packed tightly together.<br><br>The prison cell that lay beyond was occupied, however. A cool underground draft whistled faintly into the narrow opening of the tunnel, and something beyond felt it. It smelled as it ever had, bearing the odor of ancient rock, the rotted stench of the living dead that wandered the passageways, and underneath it all a very faint smell that resembled ozone – the scent of the magic that suffused every inch of this place. But there was something different here as well. Something had changed. The guardians’ scent was concentrated. They were more active. Something was happening.<br><br>Time had little meaning, especially here, but even Ehroj recognized that such activity had not occurred since the last dragon ceased fighting their bonds.<br><br>The rock itself <em>thrummed</em>. It was tangible at its source, the very air vibrating and a shower of dust and smell pebbles raining from the ceiling, but by the time the vibration reached the enormous doors it was faint, likely to be felt only by those who were stationary at the time. It lasted perhaps three seconds, then faded away – but it bounced back as well, returning the knowledge of some new presence to the ancient dragon. After sleeping for centuries, the dragon Ehroj began to slowly awaken.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin : The Invaders From Gorde</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>21-08-2011, 00:04:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/13aad86f75dd5d68_1_2.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><em><strong>~Anishal, dreaming or awake?~</strong></em></div><br>The skies were glorious. The moon, so large and bright, caused her scales to gleam in it's cold light. The beat of her massive wings were silent up here in the starlit heavens. And Anishal was at peace. To fly was to let everything go. To let all the memories, both of happiness and of blood , slip away. To fly was to be free...<br><br>…. she had been 'free' for so long now time had ceased to exist. Stone surrounded her, confined her. Chains laced with magic sigils wrapped tight around her four ankles as well as her thick neck. She had fallen to such deep depths of her own mind it would take something extraordinary to bring her back. And it seemed just such a thing was occurring. It was not the Guardians and their extra movement that caused her to gather in a deep breath, that one breath that happened when wakefulness took hold. It was the shifting of the mountain stone beneath her. That small movement of the earth that brought the skies in her mind to waft away into so much inky blackness. It was the waking of one of her ilk, one she knew to be trapped here with her that brought Anishal from her Deep Sleep. <br><br>Slowly, oh so slowly limpid pools of blazing mercury eased open, lighting up her prison in an icy silver luminescence. Nothing had changed. Still she was a captive. Still the magic links held her tight. Still...still...<br><br>But indeed, something was amiss. She could sense the others surrounding her coming to wake as well.&nbsp; Her triangular head would slowly raise up as much as the chain confining her would allow, a low deep rumble flowing from within her chest. Anger, rage, all that encompassed that emotion wove through her being. The peace she had known in her dreams was gone, and she knew, deep down she knew she wouldn't be getting it back. Claws tore furrows into the stone beneath her giant body. Teeth gnashed at the very air of her cavern.<br><br>Something was happening, and someone would pay. All she needed was to be free of these chains...<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin : The Invaders From Gorde</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>21-08-2011, 00:44:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Arianna Davenport</span></span><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Someone get me off this thing!</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Ari2-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>She would NOT look down. She would NOT look down. She would NOT – oh hell she'd looked down!</em> Nausea rolled through her in thick waves and sweat beaded along her upper lip and at her temples. Her tunic was beginning to stick to her clammy skin and her hair hung limp down her back as a testament to the hours they'd spent on the water. <em>Gods above, when would they get off this boat?!</em> The motion of the vessel as it sliced through the water combined with her ill advised glance down at the surface had only intensified her terror. Images of their group sinking like a rock to the bottom where likely some creature would feast on her were playing with her mind and kicking her stomach back and forth like a rubber ball. <br><br>Needless to say, Ari was not happy with their current situation. She hadn't been told that this journey would involve crossing water. Truthfully she hadn't been told much at all about what this journey would entail but still, had she known about this she wouldn't have come, treasure or no. It had taken a miracle to get her in the gods damned boat, especially as she'd watched Millicent use some sort of power to drag the thing upward from the bottom of the lake. <em>If it had already sunk how was it supposed to hold them?! And why was no one else concerned about this?!</em> Much to her embarrassment she'd completely freaked out and refused to get into the thing. Eventually her companions had gotten her on though she was too mortified to think about their methods, especially since there had been clinging, cursing, and crawling involved. Not one of her finer moments, but she didn't particularly care right now. She was going to be extremely pissed if this treasure wasn't worth it. <br><br>So far this adventure had turned out completely different from what Arianna had expected. They'd traveled endlessly through a dark cave system with nothing to guide them but Cell's intuition and the flickering light of the torches she'd lit for each of them before they'd entered. Her powers were still relatively new to her in comparison to the others and their gifts and it showed. She possessed a great amount of raw power but lacked the finesse for more subtle uses and when lighting the torches she had been worried she might set someone on fire. Thankfully she'd managed the task just fine and for a while she had felt oddly comforted by the shifting play of light and heat as they walked. Of course those feelings had been dwarfed entirely by her terror once they'd come to the edge of the lake. <br><br>They had been traveling across the expanse of water for quite some time now and Ari might have fallen into a trance like state beyond her paralyzing fear if not for the sudden jolting of her sack. It sat balanced upon her lap, full of everything she could possibly need while on her journey --and possibly a few things she didn't but they comforted her so she brought them. Her mind had just allowed itself to be lulled, her eyes squeezed shut and her hands gripping the sides of the boat for dear life, when her bag practically lept off her lap to fall in front of her. Pretending that she hadn't let out a terribly girly squeal of fear she pried her hands from the wooden frame of the boat, ignoring the singed hand prints she left behind, and poked at her bag. For a few seconds it did nothing, but as she reached down to seize it the damned thing jumped again. <em>Okay somebody was frelling messing with her! So not cool!</em> Not wanting to look inside and risk falling out of the boat if something decided to jump up and startle her, she merely placed her foot carefully upon the bag and resumed her grip upon the boat lest she tumble over the edge. <br><br>No one else seemed to think anything of the movement in her bag, or else they just hadn't seen it, so she remained quiet even though she could feel something moving about within it. Thin tendrils of smoke began to drift upward from where her hands had again taken up a death grip on the rickety boat and she forced herself to calm down. <em>Not a good idea to burn the boat up while you're in it, Foxy...&nbsp; ...and still on the lake no less.</em> Thankfully it was only a short while longer before the boat came to a jarring halt when it hit land. After hesitating only a second to be sure they were indeed on land, Ari sprang from the boat, moving with surprising speed to get out of the apparatus should it decide to randomly drift off again with her in it. She didn't kiss the ground, though the urge was certainly there. Instead her attention turned immediately to the rucksack she held in her small fist. <br><br>Pushing her cape back over one shoulder she dropped to one knee and opened her sack. Having put out her torch earlier she was forced to move closer to one of her companions to see but as she checked her bag she sensed that the movement within had ceased. Frowning to herself, she chalked it up to terror induced delusions and instead pulled out her gloves and slid them on before closing her bag and standing. With her fear sliding away under the relief at being on solid ground she was better able to focus. It was then that she turned her attention to the large doors that seemed to whisper to her in the darkness. What she sought lay beyond them, she was sure. The real issue was what else might lay in wait. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin : The Invaders From Gorde</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arikelillusion</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 22:46:01</strong>
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				Ava did not know exactly how long they were at sea. When she decided to join the group for what would be an expedition to find a treasure, she did not know what they would find along the way. It was only when they reached the harbor that Ava knew that they would have to cross the water. <em>But of course ... I should have imagined ... </em> Ava thought as she climbed into the boat with others. For her this was no problem at all. She loved the sea, to be near water. Looking back to her companions she could realize that not everyone agreed with that. Arriana seemed quite uncomfortable throughout the journey. But even with the pleasant feeling that she felt, she also could sense the fear that grew inside her. Every minute they distanced themselves from the coast and headed towards what looked like a cave, the fear showed up.<br><br>Ava grasp the cable from her dagger, trying to control the panic and keep the fear away. Squeezing the wooden handle she could feel a little more secure. She did not want to regret her decision to come. She would not. <em>I could be a quiet person, but when I made a decision I will going to end. And would not let the other disappointed!</em> Ava thought trying to control her emotions. But even this did not stop the chill that went up her spine, every hair shivering of her body at the time the boat reached the cave entrance. While coming down, Ava watched the place carefully. It was a dark cave, lighted only by torches that they were bringing. While entering the cave, exploring the way, guided by Cell intuition, terror could not be hidden. Ava could feel her hands getting numb because of how much that she clung the daggers.<br><br>When it seemed that the group would reach a dead end, they found what looked like a lake. But with the darkness that dominated the cave it was not possible to see the other side. Ava saw when Cell bent over and touching her hand in the water went into a trance. <em>She must be seeing something..</em> she thought <em>Something that could help us cross the lake</em>. And her was not wrong. A moment later Cell addressed to Millicent and soon you could see what looked like a boat approaching. Another crossing was waiting for them. During the entire new route, Ava kept just staring into the darkness before her. Wondering what could be in the other side. And if she would want to know what it was. Right now, while they cross, she could not keep those question out of her mind. And with that now the fear could not be contained. Even with her hands already dormant, pressing even more her daggers, trying to feel a little courage to overcome fear. In a almost desperate act she forced himself to control her breath and stay calm. <em>Breath slow </em> she keeps thinking incessantly. <br><br>After a few seconds Ava felt the boat hit something and stop. The moment that they got off the boat she could not keep the surprise hidden from her face. Now she was staring widened and with her mouth open the big door that was in front of the group. No words seen to appear on her head. She just kept staring. And that time she could not control the urge to touch her necklaces, almost as if to make sure that she was using it. Gripping her greatest treasure she could feel her breath coming more quickly, her heart beat faster at the thought of what might be waiting for them behind the gate.
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				Title: <strong>Day One ~ Facing The Unknown!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 07:44:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">Evangelista Cell</span><br>Facing the unknown</span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/1313217368285863623981108.jpg)</div><br>They had arrived, to where exactly she wasn't sure.&nbsp; But at least they were no longer traveling on the water, and she just <em>knew</em> that this was where they were supposed to be.&nbsp; Her eyes scanned the surrounding area, noticing the skeleton remains of small wooden structures, and what looked like decayed coiled rope, larger in width than she was.&nbsp; There was also a solid layer of dust, dirt, cobwebs, and even rocks that had fallen from the roof, laying over everything.&nbsp; She couldn't help thinking that it looked abandoned, and for a long long time, since she couldn't even recognize what most of things were.&nbsp; Taking a few hesitant steps forward, she slowly approached the giant doors and than, paused.&nbsp; From the shore, the door looked like one solid mass, almost terrifying so; but up close, she could almost make out small etching, and she felt her fingers twitch, the desire to pull out the Scarlet Tome, almost too tempting to fight.&nbsp; But logically, she knew that even if she could find the same etching's in the Tome, it didn't mean she'd understand it, and thus it would be a waste of time.&nbsp; Instead, she reached out a shaky finger, and traced a dirty symbol, and for a moment she felt herself contract almost painfully, as she pressed her hand completely over the door, her whole body surging up against it, as if compelled to do so.<br><br><em>The sound of howling hit her like an eerie message of death on the wind, and she could smell the horrible stench of sulfur, and metal, even before the image of something large, dark, and oh so solid entered her mind.&nbsp; She could feel the large something, all hard and scaly, and for a moment of incomprehensible awe, her mind shut down, and the image intensified, as if taking over her whole mind, just so she could properly understand what she was seeing.&nbsp; And than that moment was over, and she felt her knee's buckle, knowing somewhere in the back of her mind, that she had probably fell to the ground.&nbsp; What she was seeing, it was such a miracle that she felt the salty sting of wetness in her eyes.</em><br><br>And than she was released from her vision, and she found herself on her knees, her hands and forehead pressed firmly against the numbingly cold door in front of her, tears streaking down her cheeks, the word, "open" slipping from her lips, first rusty, and than with more force, and she pulled herself together and stood up.&nbsp; <br><br>"We need to get inside....now!"&nbsp; She knew it wasn't wise, that she shouldn't feel such an overwhelmingly strong impatience to get inside, that Millicent was still recovering, and pushing her could be dangerous; but at the moment, none of that mattered.&nbsp; The only thing that did, was that she had just seen one of her gods, she had just seen the end of their quest, and that to fulfill it, to be in their holy presence, they needed to get this huge chunk of metal open, as soon as possible.&nbsp; Turning, she rushed over to Millicent, placed a firm hand on her shoulder, and for the first time during their journey, addressed someone with an intensity that was almost astounding.<br><br>"Can you open it?&nbsp; There aren't any handles, so the only way to get it open is your power, and trust me, we need to get inside, what we're looking for is inside."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin : The Invaders From Gorde</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 18:49:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Millicent Stokes</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Can't you smell that smell? The smell of death surrounds you...</span></div><hr><br>Millicent's sweat had begun to cool, causing her to shiver as she dozed. Behind her closed eyes battles were replayed across the back of her eyelids, the events made ever more horrible by the distortion of her own twisted perception. As always, it was strangely soothing, viciousness the only virtue that she possessed in abundance without Margolynn. Hip deep in the sewers of Row, the water stained red with the spilt blood of thieves, her lip curled into something halfway between a snarl and a smirk. Milly's eyes snapped open at the touch of Cell's slender fingers on her shoulder, and she sat bolt upright as if she had been jabbed somewhere particularly delicate with something particularly sharp.<br><br>She took another moment for herself, never entirely sure when she woke up just how much of what she was seeing could be trusted. She stared at Evangelista for a moment, resisting the urge to touch her to confirm what her eyes were telling her was true. Seated as she was, Millicent's eyebrow raised ever so slightly as she stole a glance at their guide's inner thigh. As pale as the rest of her, Millicent had an indecent thought that was sharply interrupted by something tugging at her arm. She turned to stare at her sister, who had a disapproving look on her tiny face. Milly rolled her eyes irritably, motioning to thin air, "Okay, let's get to work, shorty."<br><br>With her short hair matted to her cheeks, she used her broadsword as a crutch to haul herself up to her feet. The hinges of her chestplate whined as she snapped it shut and latched it closed, nodding to her invisible sister. Plenty of time to rest when she was dead. She used to say that a lot, but it upset Margo, so she had gotten in the habit of just thinking it. Folding her arms across her chest, Millicent inspected the door. She could see small handprints in the dust where her sister had tried briefly to open it. Milly pointed to the left door as she stepped up towards the right side. <br><br>Inhaling a shuddering breath as she strode forward, she gritted her teeth as she placed the palms of her gauntlets against the cool metal. A growl escaped her clenched teeth as she began to push. Next to her, her sister silently followed suit, her tiny hands leaving a fresh set of streaks across the dusty surface of the door. Millicent strained mightily for a few minutes without result, before losing patience. Taking a step back, she charged forward into the door, applying her shoulder with a terrific crash. Despite marring the surface of the door, it seemed to have no other result. She backed up again, charging it with a snarl. And again. And again, each time the sound of her armored shoulder against the metal ringing out like a bell. <br><br>A shower of dust and pebbles were dislodged as the door was forced open a few centimeters. She began to hit it with renewed vigor, but it remained stubbornly unmoved from her further efforts. Millicent drew her sword, shoving the tip into the slot. She placed a heavy steel shod boot against the door, trying to pry it open with her great blade. It was met with limited success, the door creaking another handful of centimeters before the tip of her blade cracked, sending her sprawling onto the ground. Angrily leaping to her feet, she impotently began swinging her sword against the door over and over. To it's credit the sword did not shatter, though it had little effect on the great door. <br><br>After a few minutes of useless fury, she took a step back, her chestplate rising and falling as she glared at the door. Margolynn had also stopped trying to push, simply watching her sister. She knew what was coming next. It wasn't hard to read her sister, given that she was just a figment of her imagination. Millicent was contemplating drastic and dangerous measures.<br><br>Margolynn was part of her dementia. A small, reasonably friendly part of it. The beast in the sea that Margo had called upon was one of a collection of unnamed phobias and painful events. Everyone had such things inside their psyches, that made them who they were. They were just decidedly less solidly manifest. These nameless horrors of the deeper subconscious were also part of Millicent's dementia. But there were other horrors, tied to mental scars that ran so deep they were more powerfully anchored to Milly's delusions. The things and events that held painful significance to the warrior. Like the first time she had been sold to a man for an evening's pleasure, or the time she had come across a cult that sacrificed their own flesh to appease a dark god, or the fearful dance she had danced after being thrown onto the pyre of corpses...<br><br>The horrors that were born of these scars had weight and power. And names...<br><br>She closed her eyes, loathe to remember the touch of her first lover. He had been a merchant, particularly keen to know virgin flesh. Speaking soft words of encouragement as his heavy frame pinned her tiny body down to the soft bedding, his scent burned her nostrils, causing her to gag. A mixture of the scented oils he sold, the garlic he had consumed earlier in the day and his own sweaty stench. It had clung to the mattress and afterwards she had been forced to clean and make the bed by the Madam. Even all of these years later, she remembered every nuance of that foul odor.<br><br>And it still made her gag. <br><br>Millicent opened her eyes, gagging and choking on the memory. Her eyes grew reddened and she heaved as if trying to dislodge a fishbone from her throat. To her senses however, black smoke trickled from her nostrils, a thick and horrible plume of corruption issuing up from her gullet and past her trembling lips. Yellow and indigo lights bobbed within the stream of smog that was tearing its way out of her stomach, too many eyes and appendages stretching out of the mass for it to be a creature that existed in a sane universe. Thankful for the dim lighting as she let out the last of him with a shuddering cough, she spat at the taste, the memory of the stench filling her nostrils more absolutely than it had that horrible night. Her spittle landed rudely against the side of it's face, and the beast seemed to smile a toothless grin, its tongue slithering past broken and pus stained lips to lap the saliva from its cheek hungrily. <br><br>Millicent snarled its name as a whisper, "Feteo..." The massively bloated thing made a sound halfway between a chuckle and a belch, pleased with her disgust. She kept her eyes on its upper body, finding its purple stained, greasy flesh less nauseating than what dangled beneath its distended belly. Margolynn gripped at the canvas of her skirt, her presence reassuring as always. Milly extended her hand, fingers splayed as she hissed a single word like a curse, "Penetrate."<br><br>Feteo clicked its toothless jaw at her playfully before turning to the door. From her current angle behind the monster, Millicent couldn't see its horrible member, but she suspected it was turgid. It always was. The thing thrust itself against the door sharply, causing the structure to shudder. It pressed its white knuckled claws against the door and rammed itself home again and again, its hips thrusting repeatedly against the crack. Millicent fought the urge to turn away as she watched its ass cheeks clench with each sickening charge, knowing full well she had to watch. If she didn't see it, the phantasm had no power. Her revulsion made him strong.<br><br>Opening by slow degrees with each thrust of the monster, Millicent saw sparks dancing across her eyes. They were not hallucinations so much as oxygen deprivation as she held her breath against the tide of nausea. A trickle of blood escaped her nose with the force of her concentration taxing her physically. As blackness began to bleed into the corners of her vision and unconsciousness threatening to pull her under, she did what she always did...<br><br>She screamed at it.<br><br>A great shuddering bellow that caused Margolynn's grip on her skirt to tighten. So rigidly had she held out her fingers, Millicent could feel a cramp spreading through her hand as she willed her monster to keep raping the door. Only when it became so painful she had to make a fist did she stop screaming and stagger to her knees. Feteo vanished from sight like a bad dream, though Millicent could feel him still squirming somewhere in the back of her head. Blessedly all she could smell at the moment was blood.<br><br>She lifted a shaking hand to her face, pulling back to examine the crimson that stained her fingertips. It was hardly the worst injury she'd suffered. Milly ignored the phantasmal beasts that swam in the shallows of the lake, splashing her face repeatedly with the cool water. After a moment, she turned to Margolynn, lifting her head up to the fire light, "Did I get it all?"<br><br>"Yes ma'am!" Margo chimed with a tiny thumbs up, helping Millicent up to her feet awkwardly. It was like watching the knight pull herself up an invisible step stool. Turning to the open door, the cool air trickling out of the darkness, Milly staggered with an exhausted gait towards it, "If there's another fucking lake on that side, I'm turning around and leaving this shit ho..." She frowned at the space next to her, sighing irritably at nothing as she was chastised for her language, "Pardon. I'm leaving this unpleasant place if there's another hurdle."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin : The Invaders From Gorde</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arikelillusion</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 20:05:38</strong>
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				Still pressing her pendant, Ava was still trying to get the surprise of her face, but it was not easy. <em>At least I was able to close my mouth</em>, she thought as she remembered it would seem silly mouth agape, staring at the door. Ava walked closer and felt something inside her, a force a desire to open this door and immediately see what was on the other side. What was waiting for them all. Even fear could no longer prevent this urge to open that wooden door. She wanted to see. And had to be now!<br><br>When she heard Cell saying that they should go, Ava could not agree more. She herself was about to say these words if Cell had not talked before. Looking at all of the group, realized that maybe she was not the only one who was impatient to get through this door. Ava was now very close to the door. It was enough to stretch out your hand and touch her. But Cell was right. There was no handle then would depend on Millicent to open the door for everyone. Looking at her companion Ava could see the sweat now drying on Millicent forehead. She had used enough of her ability but there was no other choice. When Millicent began to open the door slowly and with effort, a gap stared to appeared and was soon increasing.<br><br>When the door began to move, Ava felt a breeze now slipping through the opening from the other side. The air was strange. Ava could smell something that should be long closed, a heavy air. But that was not what had caught her attention almost immediately. It was expected the smell. As far as she could imagine whe she examined the door, it probably should not have been opened in a long time.<br><br>While standing next to the gap, near Millicent, Ava felt a cold breeze. Ava stretched her arm to open the door now, almost as if trying to touch the air with her fingers, trying to figure out why this little breeze that came from the other side got her attention so much. Then somewhat like a snap a though crossed her mind. This air was very cold. Something that she was very familiar with it very well. Ice. <br><br>Taking a short look to others, wondered if she would be the only one who was feeling it. But she kept this thought to herself. Once thought of it, another breeze passed between her fingers still outstretched toward the door, calling her attention back to the door. And making a scary thought going in her mind. For a moment she thought it looked like a breath. Shaking her head to get this idea out from her mind, was still looking at your fingers and what seemed to feel between them.<br><br>"Do not worry Millicent about your words. Its OK. But it is not like would bother me to find another lake, but I have to agree that it would be very difficult to have to make another crossing." She say to Millicent, but without turning her face very much toward her. She kept her attention on the door, now trying to see through the darkness. Something. Anything.<br><br>Soon as Ava finished speaking, she hear something that made all the fear and concern reappears inside her. Something that made ​​her body shiver. And addressing the word to everyone now, "Anyone heard a noise that seems like chains? Or am i going crazy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin : The Invaders From Gorde</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 01:55:58</strong>
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				Cocanth stirred now, he felt it.. Someone was comming. Cocanth could feel it in the earth itself, his icicles quivered as he felt the pack of kin struggle with the door. He felt something, what he could nto say.. "si shilta kiwieg astahi syrine, astahii confn trelkilt rinov still. soves ve syrine, ihk sia freedom nomag qe leirith." (I can feel them Syrine, they come closer ever still. Guide me Syrine, for my freedom may be near.) He spoke then, his common tongue comming from his lips.
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