Dark Beginnings. (BaronessAiyanna and Valchyrie).
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				Title: <strong>Dark Beginnings. (BaronessAiyanna and Valchyrie). </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steamy Royal</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 08:03:16</strong>
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				It had never occurred to anyone that very old threats should rise and start to try to conquer the world once again, but something had definitely stirred in the world lately. No one had been able to figure out what was happening, but there was a feeling in the air that let everyone know that it was something bad. Very, bad. Since the first Blight had happened, magic had flown into the world, creating all sorts of opportunities for the world and its inhabitants. However, it had also greatly divided the new races, as there were creatures of nature, people of technology and people of the more modern ways. These three different factions were the main ones; however, the nature faction did not really live together in cities. They stayed in forests, or big new natural areas that had appeared, where most of them didn’t see each other at all. There were histories about these nature creatures because of their mysterious way of living, but nobody had been able to study them enough to make a good theory about them. They seemed to live a life of loneliness, at least that’s what humans believed when they discussed the nature creatures way of living. To live without others must be very lonely, at least in a human mind. However, things had happened in the nature areas now, things that had not yet seen the light of the human world. Dark Spawns had appeared, out of holes in the ground, they had appeared with armor and swords, a few of them with magic. At first, it seemed they just ran amok, however, as they ran through the forest, it seemed that they were searching something in particular. <br><br>Yvein was a creature of the forest, thriving on the energy of sunlight mostly. She didn’t have a specific word for what kind of animal she was, as she seemed to be a mix between a few different creatures, so she had come to know her own race as the “Glowers.” The glowers all had one thing in common, they had beautiful rune markings and other drawings on their body, and each Glower, had a different color, some had colors humans had never even seen before. There weren’t a lot of these Glowers, but Yvein had met some of them during her long life span. How long she had been alive, she couldn’t remember. Sometimes when she woke up from sleeping, it seemed she had been asleep for a very very long time, as the forest would have changed in several ways. She believed she had seen many changes the world had gone through, but because of the long life span, she could not remember that much of it. She was sitting on a large rock that was bathed in the sunlight from a clearing in the forests roof. It was warm and comfortable, and her runes and markings were glowing remarkably. A life such as hers was peaceful; at least it had been for many years, up until now. <br><br>As she was sitting on the stone with close eyes, the ground suddenly started shaking and holes appeared close to the rock. Footsteps could be heard hurrying through the forest towards her. She opened her eyes fast and saw Dark Spawns appearing all around her. She remembered these creatures; she remembered what they brought with them when they finally showed up. It had happened five times in total in the whole history of the world, but of course humans had forgotten about them completely because it had been so many hundreds of years since they had been seen last. However, these Dark Spawn meant that a Blight was going to come. How soon, Yvein didn’t know, but she knew it would come sooner or later. Yvein stood up fast, getting ready to defend herself, when an arrow pierced her shoulder from behind, sending her falling forwards down from the rock and landing on the ground hard. The air was knocked out of her, but she stood up fast, and then let out a roar of terrifying volume taken her rather slim and petite body. She raised her hands, and lightening flew from them, electrocuting four of the dark spawns in one go. Then she turned around and got four more. “Come at me if you dare.” She growled. However, the ground started to shake again, and more appeared. There were countless of them. <br><br>Yvein looked around a bit before another arrow pierced her other shoulder, sending her on one knee. She growled and produced a fireball in her hand, throwing it into a group of five dark spawns. That was when she was captured though. A dark spawn with magic used a binding spell, making it impossible for her to move. She tried to break free, but before she could, she felt something hard hit her head and stomach, and then she passed out. When she woke up again, she was in a much too small cage for her, with black bars. The cage was forcing her to be on hands and knees like an animal. She was in a camp in the forest, made by the dark spawn; however, it seemed that the dark spawn had thinned out. She was still in pain from the arrows, and when she looked at her shoulders as much as she could, she could see that they had not patched her up or done anything to heal her. She had a pounding headache as well, from whatever had hit her. She knew the dark spawn, she had fought them before, and she knew that when they caged an animal like her, there was no way of breaking out of the cage without help. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Beginnings. (BaronessAiyanna and Valchyrie). </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 08:38:40</strong>
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				It was night time in the City that Never Sleeps, as Tristan crouched on the ledge of the upper balcony that ringed the highest level of the headquarters of the Order of Fallen Stars. The Starlings, as they'd come to be known by the humans and other creatures they protected, were a race of humans set slightly apart from their mortal brethren. They had longer life spans, if they survived, and often possessed magic abilities. They were strong, and fast, and agile. But Tristan was even different from her brethren. She had a Starling father, but he had lain with a dragon female in human form during one very drunk night over two centuries ago, and the result, had been a half-dragon Starling. They'd accepted her in to their ranks, they had to, as Starling blood was always considered dominant, but they never forgave her for not being human, despite having no control over the matter.<br><br>Now, the half-dragon, half-Starling, perched on the thin rail without so much as a shudder of fear for the long drop in to rushing traffic that lay beneath her feet. A pale green, forked tongue flickered between a pair of gleaming white fangs to taste the slight chill in the air. There was blood to spill tonight. Spawn blood, and she quivered with anticipation for the fight to come. Suddenly a voice sounded behind her, and her head snapped around to gaze fiercely at the intruder through slitted amber eyes. "What is it, Malcolm?" she said quietly.<br><br>"It's time, Tristan. We need to get to the Central Park Forest, that's where our reports say the Spawn group will be." Tristan nodded shortly, and stood on the thin railing. She heard Malcolm protesting behind her, but she ignored him. She looked down at herself, making sure she was ready. Slightly curved, wickedly sharp short swords hung from each hip, and row of daggers lay in a sheath down one thigh. A small, but powerful crossbow hung from her back, and of course she had strong hands and feet that could grow claws and become deadly weapons in mere moments. "I will meet you there," she said quietly, then leaped off the railing. She could hear Malcolm shouting protests behind her, but the thrill of wind rushing past her clothes, her hair, her skin, drowned him out. About five stories from the ground, green-grey, scaly wings snapped out from their tightly folded position on her back, and she winged away in to the night, towards the new forest.<br><br>50 years ago, when the first attack had come, the balance between the human and magical world had been thrown in to complete disarray. The spawn hordes had been defeated, but only after magic races joined forces with the Starlings. However, in that battle, things had gotten more than a little out of hand. The nature dwellers had to have their forests and trees nearby to stay strong, and to heal, so when the fight had come to New York, naturally, they had taken advantage of the already present expanse of greenery in the middle of the city, and simply grown it out. Now, Central Park was the Central Park Forest. It did not take long for Tristan to fly there, and she was waiting shortly outside the dense network of trees when the others arrived, led by Malcolm. "Let's go," was all he said, shortly, once he caught sight of Tristan. She didn't comment, and followed the others in to the forest.<br><br>But her quiet only lasted until they got to the clearing where the spawn was reported to be. As soon as Malcolm gave the order, she was sprinting out of the trees, swords drawn, snarling fiercely as she got her first look at the enemy for the night. She could tell two things right away: these were lowly spawn, not leaders, and there were a lot more of them than there were supposed to be. They also had a captive - she could see the dull, black metal bars of a Spawn cage on the other side of the clearing- which was more than they had planned on. With a curse, she started cutting her way through the swath of Spawn, making her way to the cage. Malcolm followed, seeing her intent, and watching her back.<br><br>So they got on each other's nerves frequently. He was still her best friend. <br><br>She reached the cage, and crouched beside it, and her eyes widened as she saw the creature imprisoned inside it. It, no, clearly a she, was a forest dweller, though not one that Tristan was familiar with. And she was badly wounded, with arrows in each shoulder, as well as blood trickling from an injury on her head, below short, dainty looking antlers. Tristan's hand went up to stroke one of her own, long, elegant silvery horns. This creature, whoever and whatever she was, was a rather lovely mix of different creatures, though the half-dragon was a bit appalled at the forest dweller's unclothed state. "Hold on, little one," said Tristan, not unkindly. "We'll get you out of there." She stepped back from the cage, and after studying the door for a minute to get the right angle on the latch, brought one of her blades down in a heavy overhand cut, severing the bit of metal holding the cage door shut. She sheathed her blades and reached in to help the creature out, the female clearly cramped in to an awkward position. <br><br>She looked back up to the fight, and saw Malcolm faltering under the onslaught. This was a much bigger group than what they had anticipated. "Malcom!" she shouted, "We need to go! This forest dweller is injured, she needs help!" He nodded, though at the moment, there was no way out. There were simply too many spawn in the way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Beginnings. (BaronessAiyanna and Valchyrie). </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steamy Royal</strong> on <strong>17-11-2014, 04:15:46</strong>
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				Yvein was just waiting in the cage, for whatever would happen to her. She had seen her kind being taken from the forest before, by the dark spawn, many many centuries ago, and she knew that they returned in the leash of the dark spawn, as very powerful and deadly evil creatures, completely changed from whom they had been born as. Yvein wasn’t looking forward to that, but she didn’t have much of a choice at the moment, as she was still in the cage. However, as these thoughts ran through her head, something started to stir in the forest. There were fighting all of a sudden, amongst the dark spawn and two other creatures. She knew about these Starlings, she had met them on occasion; however, her knowledge of them was limited, as they were a new order for Yvein. Yvein had seen many orders rise and fall throughout the years of the world, but the Starlings had managed something the other orders hadn’t; they had managed to keep themselves out of politics of the world, and just focused on helping the humans to survive in this chaotic world. This was what separated the Starlings from the other now extinct orders, at least in Yveins opinion. However, there were so many dark spawn that she really doubted if they would have any success with their attack, when they were only two to cut all the dark spawn down, and surely they wouldn’t release Yvein, a creature of myth and mystery, which could be evil for all they knew, just like that?<br><br>Nevertheless, what happened next was that the woman came over to the cage, looking at Yvein at first, clearly surprised at what was in the cage. Then her words came and Yvein frowned in her mind, at her words ‘Little one? Just how old do you think I am?’ she thought to herself. She didn’t know the human language very well, she understood most of it, but speaking it was another problem. She could speak though, but her sentence construction was a bit messed up when she tried, that was the consequence of never really being with anyone in the nature life, you didn’t develop a lot of conversational skills, but you got exceptionally good at surviving skills, as you had to take care of yourself all the time. But after that thought, she heard a breaking sound of metal, and the cage was opened. As Tristan reached her hand in to help Yvein out, Yvein did not take her hand. Instead, she crawled out herself, and despite having been in her awkward hands and knees position for some hours, she stood up as if she had no pain at all. <br><br>The rage was rushing through her though, because of the dark spawn, and because of Tristans lack of respect when she had talked to Yvein. She was injured yes, needing help? Maybe. But as far as Yvein could see, who really needed the help at the moment, were the Starlings, as they were just as cornered as Yvein had been the whole time she had been here. Everything was just making it worse, for the dark spawn. Because what happened now was that, something start to come from Yvein, a kind of mist. It rose up and spread out behind her, giving the forest a scary creepy horror setting. Her yellow eyes rolled back into her eyes and she was breathing slow and deep breaths. A couple of yellow mist eyes appeared high up in the mist now, glowing slightly. <br><br>Then the ground suddenly shook, as two giant dark brown hands with yellow claws landed on each side of Yvein. All of Yveins markings were glowing brightly now. The mindless dark spawn were disoriented because of the mist, she didn’t know if the Starlings were too, but the dark spawn surely were. However, what followed now, was a terrifying scream, a scream that had been classified as a witch scream in the fantasy tales humans told their children. It had so much force that it create a wall of hard wind, pushing the nearest people or creatures away from her. Then the giant hands and claws started attacking the dark spawn, clawing them to pieces and mashing them. Blood filled the ground around the whole dark spawn camp, and even though Yvein didn’t try to actually hit the Starlings, she was very close to doing so a couple of times. However, after a minute, the whole horde of the dark spawn lay dead. The big yellow eyes disappeared from the mist, as did the claws, as if they retracted into the mist. Yveins yellow pupils came back into her eyes, and then she fell onto the ground, unconscious. However, the mist still swirled around in the forest. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Beginnings. (BaronessAiyanna and Valchyrie). </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>17-11-2014, 15:56:18</strong>
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				Tristan scowled as the forest dweller crawled out of her cage, and was more than a little offended by the look the creature gave her. She had just been trying to help, after all. She wasn't about to leave any normally peaceful being in a cage of Spawn metal, after all. But she didn't have much time to protest, or complain, because clearly, this particular forest dweller was not helpless, not powerless, rather old, and very angry. Tristan and Malcom exchanged glances as the female's - for she was very clearly female, both of them noticed with flushed faces - tattoos began to glow, and mist began to spread from her, enveloping the large grove in a few short seconds. Both Starlings swallowed hard, and tried to signal to the rest of their group to back off, get away. This was clearly going to earn very ugly, very fast.<br><br>Then those massive paws came down, and Tristan hit the ground on instinct. She heard Malcolm do the same just a few feet away. The half-dragon was brave, and sometimes impatient and foolhardy, but even she knew better than to stand against the forces of nature the likes of which this being controlled. She covered her ears and uttered a cry of her own as the screaming started. That god-awful noise made her scales stand on end and her horns itch. Her tail whipped out to wrap around one bar of the now-empty cage, so that she wouldn't be blown away by the witch scream. It felt like it would never end, like the scream just went on forever....and then it was over, as quickly as it had come. The paws and glowing yellow eyes vanished, and the mist began to dissipate.<br><br>Both Starling climbed to their feet, staring around with a horrified sort of awe on their faces. What force could possibly leave so many dead, so quickly, and do no harm to the friendly forces present, or indeed to the land itself. But then the forest dweller collapsed, and Tristan darted over to catch her before she hit the ground, barely. The creature's head landed in her lap, and one of her antlers jabbed Tristan in the stomach, but at least she didn't crack her head and reopen that head wound. "She's out, Malcolm," she said softly. He was busy trying to get a hold of the other members of the raiding group, using his witchstone. Finally, he came over with a relieved look on his face, letting her know that the others had survived the supernatural attack, and had sustained only minor cuts and bruises save one; one of the men received a concussion when he was knocked back in to a tree when the witch scream hit, but he would be alright. <br><br>Tristan gathered up the forest dweller and carried her out to the SUV's the rest of them had used to get to the edge of the forest, then left to fly back to headquarters and started getting a sick room set up for the creature. They had special rooms in the lower levels of the building, equipped for different races to recover in, but for the forest dwellers, there was also a large greenhouse with different little private areas sectioned off, so that they could heal properly while surrounded by greenery. Personally, the greenhouse often made Tristan sneeze, but it was pretty enough inside that she could deal with it, and besides, they had a forest dweller who needed help. Their charge of helping and protecting others made it impossible for her not to do her duty, regardless. <br><br>Malcolm soon arrived with the others, and their patient, then left Tristan to get the being settled in. She put healing salve and bandages on both of the creature's shoulders, but had to call a healer to put take care of the head wound. There were those in the world with healing magic, but unless they were natural healers, the magic could take quite a toll. So unless absolutely necessary, the Starlings relied on conventional methods. Still, head wounds were dangerous, and the half-dragon didn't want her patient dying in her sleep. In any case, the forest dweller might be able to heal herself the rest of the way, when she woke up. Tristan knew that many of the forest creatures had healing powers for their own selves, but she had never seen a creature quite like this. Dark brown, almost maroon fur, delicate antlers, a wolfish face, though more sleek, perhaps more like a fox. And those tattoos, bright yellow, that apparently glowed when she used her power. Tristan looked away with a flush, trying to deny the creature's attractiveness, and stood, walking a short ways away. There, behind a tangle of vines amidst two wide tree trunks, was the entrance to a hidden hallway. This was where the healer normally slept, and kept extra supplies. There were a few simple white cotton overrobes in various sizes in one cupboard; Tristan selected one and brought it out, putting it on her patient. She felt more than a little guilty for ogling the creature while she was passed out, after going through quite the ordeal. Then she sat off in one corner, keeping watch, waiting for the creature to wake up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Beginnings. (BaronessAiyanna and Valchyrie). </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steamy Royal</strong> on <strong>18-11-2014, 02:49:43</strong>
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				After Yvein had passed out, she had no idea of what had been going on. She had expected that she would wake up in the forest again, as people usually kept their hands off nature creatures. However, this was not the case. It took exactly two hours, before her body started to glow slightly in the robes that Tristan had put on her, though she was still unconscious. Then her body started to heal her wounds, closing up her head wound and fixing up the rest that the healer and the traditional methods hadn’t been able to take care of. After five minutes, she was finished, though she was still not conscious. It took another hour before she started to stir and move. She opened her yellow eyes slowly, and at first glance, she thought she was still in the forest, though just in another part of the forest. But after she blinked a few times, she realized she couldn’t recognize any of the nature around her, much like it was foreign nature to her, much like another country was foreign to humans. Then she realized she had something on her body, something she had never felt before. She looked down at herself while she was still laying on the ground, and saw the white cotton robe that someone had put on her. She stood up slowly and took it off, throwing it to the ground. She was standing without any clothing again, just being her. She still hadn’t realized that Tristan was watching her, or that she was actually in a building. She walked over to a tree, put her head against it, both hands on the side of the tree, and caressed it gently. The tree seemed to get more roots from the affection she gave it, but that was all. She then put her nose down to the ground and sniffed it for a while. Much like an animal, she was examining her new territory, in this way; she was much more like an animal than she was humanoid. <br><br>She rubbed her antlers softly as she kept exploring the forest, completely unaware of the creature that had been watching her the entire time. She finally realized that she was not in a free forest of any kind, as she could see the walls now. She was in some kind of building. She didn’t like the feeling of that and she ran back to where she had woken up, looking around. That was when she saw the woman she had met in the forest, she could remember her, the one who had tried to save her, but had offended her instead. At least in Yveins mind, Tristan had offended her. She had probably put the robe on her as well, which she hadn’t liked the feeling of. She got down on all four, like a tiger preparing to launch for its prey. She was sure that Tristan didn’t mean her any harm, but she had been wrong before when it came to human organizations and orders, and even though Tristan wasn’t a human, that much was easy to make out, she was still working in an organization that worked for and with the humans, so she had to be careful. <br><br>Then she spoke to Tristan “Where…….Am…….I?” it had been a very long time since she had spoken to humans, finding the words to speak was difficult, and it was even more difficult to pronounce them as they were supposed to be pronounced. Yvein always thought the humans had made it much more difficult for themselves to talk like this. She remembered a time where everyone spoke the same language and had a much easier time communicating with each other. But of course, that was long before they started evolving into this, self-destructive time era. Humans and other creatures had created so many technological things, that they were now the main threat of the world, not natural disasters or dark spawns, it was the humans themselves, Yvein was sure of that. Dark Spawns had been close to take over the world before, with the help of an old god every time, but every time, they had been defeated. However, you couldn’t just remove the whole human race, that would remove a lot of the population on earth, and while it would be good for the nature, Yvein thought it would probably bring a lot of unstableness into the world as well, for better or worse. <br><br>If Tristan meant well, Yvein would soon know it, but what about her friends, would they be as friendly and caring as Tristan had been? Or would they take a whole other liking to Yvein? She wasn’t sure what would happen exactly, which made her uneasy. She kept her eyes focused on Tristan the whole time, watching her, waiting to see what she would say. Would she even recognize her as a being of same intelligence as her, or just a being of great power? And what would their plan be when she finally recovered, would they just let her go? So many thoughts and questions ran through Yveins mind, and she didn’t know what questions she could ask, and what questions she could expect to be answered. One thing about the humans and their organizations was sure; they were always very secretive when it came to what would happen next, always keeping their plans to themselves. Yvein had found out, over a long long time, that it was sometimes a way to control other people and take power, but other times, it was just to be careful of getting in trouble. For now though, she had to deal with this woman in front of her, the best she could. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Beginnings. (BaronessAiyanna and Valchyrie). </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>18-11-2014, 03:18:49</strong>
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				Tristan was in a half doze when her patient woke up. She hadn't been sleeping well lately, plagued by strange nightmares and visions as she slept, and the battle this evening had been taxing. Still, the moment the forest dweller stood, and shed her clothing, the half-dragon's eyes snapped open, only to make her wish that she hadn't. She averted her gaze quickly, turning dark red as the creature started to explore her new surroundings. She only viewed her out of the corner of her eye though, rather embarrassed by the female's nakedness. Still, it was fascinating to watch the being explore. Communicating with the greenery around them, sniffing at the ground like the wolf or fox whose face she bore. Tristan smiled as the creature rubbed her antlers, and reached up to rub her own horns, it was a familiar gesture.<br><br>Then she flinched as the creature turned those bright yellow eyes on her, and Tristan met her gaze with her own grey-green gaze, not wishing to appear rude. "You're in a greenhouse, at the headquarters of the Order of the Fallen Stars. The Starlings. We didn't want to leave you out there for more Spawn to get you, you being injured and all. You seem well enough now though. Are you hungry, at all?" She was trying to distract herself from the creatures, rather evident, and shapely figure. She didn't know&nbsp; how to deal with this particular situation, really. "I'm Tristan, by the way. No surname that I care to mention. What's your name?" she asked, genuinely curious. She wished the creature would put her robe back on. This was getting awkward. 
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