by Firetalon, Shadow of Light and Sapphire Night
OOC means Out Of Character. Anything written after OOC is not a part of the story. The thread is largely unedited, so you'll get a few of these comments... along with mistakes and grammatical errors. Enjoy!
Background info: Firetalon's dragon, Khalembeth (or Hissblood, Flameseeker of the Wyrmguard) has been sucked through a rift during the battle at the Grand Temple of the Wayfarers. Whatever caused it, it transported him out of the world of Drakan, and into the world of Britannia.
As a human. Naked, no less.
As he's not officially bonded to Firetalon, she has no way to know if he's even alive.
The first person Khalembeth meets in Britannia is a human woman named Elora. And incidentally, she isn't originally from Britannia either.
But that's another story.
If you want to post in this thread, I'd ask you to email me or Firetalon to get some background info on Britannia. Otherwise, enjoy the show!
Posted by Shadow of Light on August 18th, 2000 04:58 AM:
Khalembeth - The Rift
The dragon awoke among the fragments of the Temple, and the magi corpses.
He shook his head, dazed. The smell of poison, sulphur, and burnt human hair tickled his nostrils.
He could see the battle was still continuing in other parts of the temple, but fortunately for him, Khal was not under attack.
He rose to his feet. Glancing around, he detected no sign of Arthalan or Aeera. Khalembeth staggered about, his vision cloudy. He still hadn't recovered from the magi's attack.
With his blurry gaze, he attempted to get his bearings. He could smell the scent of magic, but he wasn't sure whether that meant there were MORE magi, or something else.
The crimson head swiveled slightly as Khal craned his neck around. There was a balcony somewhere around here if he could find it...
Besides the soldiers in the distance, all he saw was a giant hole in the air where they had all come through...
And a very interesting view of the Rift as he was sucked through the Rift Portal.
Posted by Shadow of Light on August 18th, 2000 05:00 AM:
Khalembeth awoke on the hard rocky ground, a dull pounding filling his head.
"Urrghh..." he groaned, and sat up.
His surroundings were unfamiliar to him, as was the strange scent in the air.
It was familiar...but he couldn't quite place it.
Ignoring the strange scent, he glanced around. His vision was hazy for some reason, and distances were blurry. However, he didn't need his draconic senses to verify the absence of soldiers, Wayfarers, or anyone else he would recognise...
Strange... Khalembeth thought to himself. No sign of battle?
He grabbed a nearby rock for support, and pulled himself to his feet.
Scratching his head, he puzzled over his situation. Where AM I? Where is everyone else?
A sudden thought occurred to him.
How am I scratching my head?
Khalembeth held out his hand... An ordinary, normal, everyday hand.
He glanced downward.
Khal's jaw dropped in a very human expression of astonishment.
Not only was he a GROUNDLING, but that strange smell was HIM!
"Oh dear..." he murmured quietly... before fainting from the shock.
Posted by Shadow of Light on August 18th, 2000 05:03 AM:
Shadow of Light
Elora glanced up from the rabbit she'd snared as the all-too familiar sound of a body hitting the ground reached her ears, followed shortly by a loud "UGH!" . Standing, she noticed the abrupt quiet that had fallen over the clearing and slowly drew a large sword with a hilt of blackrock from the scabbard slung across her back. Crawling slowly up a small grassy rise, she kept low and glanced down the other side.
Directly at the naked backside of a comatose man.
Experienced enough not to make a vocal exclamation (being an adventurer, and a famous one at that, one can hardly help but see some funky things), she was still surprised enough to have both brows shoot up and her jaw drop slightly.
"Oh my..." she said at last.
"You don't see a naked human lying in the middle of the Deep Forest every day," a strange, harmonic voice drawled from the glowing blue jewel in her sword hilt.
"You noticed that, hm?" Elora replied, still unable to take her eyes from the spectacle.
The imprisoned daemon chuckled darkly. "So... what are you doing?"
"Uh... checking... for wounds."
There was a pause.
"Are you going to check his *other* side?"
"Arcadion!" she exclaimed, going slightly red in the face. "Just... shut up, will you?"
Elora pried her gaze away to scan the surrounding forest for any attackers. Seeing none, she sheathed the sniggering Black Sword, took off the forest green cloak she wore over her hunting leathers and quickly covered the unconscious man. There were no obvious wounds (though a bruise showed here and there), and a faintly shocked expression was on his face. It was his face that puzzled Elora for a moment. It was a decent enough face to look at, certainly, but it didn't look entirely...human.
She rocked back on her heels and frowned, pondering what to do. She'd never be able to carry him (though the looks she'd get if people saw her carrying an unconscious naked guy over her shoulder might make the attempt worth it, she thought with a grin). Deciding against waiting for him to wake, she made a motion with one hand, pointed at the man and muttered, "An Zu!"
There was a slight rush of magical energies and she waited for the Awaken spell to take effect.
She *really* couldn't wait to hear an explanation...
Posted by Shadow of Light on August 18th, 2000 05:06 AM:
I Don't Thing We're In Drakan Anymore, Toto...
The arcane words took effect, and Khalembeth awoke to find a stranger staring at him.
Khalembeth, not knowing what else to do, stared back at the stranger.
Not very surprisingly, he had never seen this particular stranger before. On the other hand, the stranger wasn't particularly strange. It looked like a normal, everyday human.
A normal human that smelled odd.
Khal leapt to his feet and glowered at the human. "You're one of THEM aren't you?!"
Posted by Shadow of Light on August 18th, 2000 05:07 AM:
Shadow of Light
Elora - Walking in a Britannian Wonderland
Elora once again lost her powers of speech when the strange man stood up, as the cloak she'd thrown over him drifted innocently to the ground.
Closing her eyes - tightly - she groped for the abandoned cloth, stood and held it out. "Look," she said, venturing to look at him now that her head was higher than his waist. "I don't know what you're talking about or where you're from, but here in Britannia we have certain... um... conventions. You might want to use this until you can get some decent clothes."
Posted by Shadow of Light on August 18th, 2000 05:08 AM:
Khalembeth's eyes narrowed as the human made a sudden movement.
"Look," the human said, venturing to look at him now that her head was higher than his waist. "I don't know what you're talking about or where you're from, but here in Britannia we have certain... um... conventions. You might want to use this until you can get some decent clothes." The human held out a cloak.
Khal regarded the cloak warily. He regarded the human warily.
He took the proffered cloak cautiously. After making sure it wasn't poisoned, or magically come to life and smother him to death, he fastened it around his neck in the manner he had seen other humans do.
He then fixed a suspicious gaze on the magic-user. "What do you mean 'Britannia'?"
Posted by Shadow of Light on August 18th, 2000 06:53 AM:
OOC: Ok, 'ere we go again.
Walkin' in a Britannian Wonderland
Definitely not from around here, Elora thought as the cloak went around the man's shoulders rather than his... er... waist.
She kept her eyes firmly on his face and forbade herself to blush.
"This world is called Britannia," she explained patiently. She knew what it was like to come from one world to another. Gesturing to the trees surrounding the clearing, she went on: "We're in the Deep Forest in north-west Britannia, my current abode. My name is Elora-" she paused a split second, as if awaiting a reaction, "-and, before he can introduce himself, this is Arcadion." She jerked a thumb at the sword hilt poking above her shoulder.
"A pleasure," the daemon's voice drawled.
"So... care to tell me about yourself?" Elora asked.
Posted by Firetalon on August 21st, 2000 11:20 PM:
OOC: Sorry about the long delay. (mutters irritably) Spent weekend putting up siding...
My name is Elora-" the human paused a split second, as if awaiting a reaction.
Khalembeth regarded this 'Elora' person warily. He could smell the magic emanating from her, but it wasn't particularly evil, and she didn't look like she was going to attack, so Khalembeth relaxed.
His brow furrowed slightly. It must have been his human-dulled senses that made him miss the fact that this magic-user had a scent remarkably akin to the Drakanian Paladins. They practically REEKED of righteous cause.
Well, unless they forgot to bathe.
"And, before he can introduce himself, this is Arcadion." She jerked a thumb at the sword hilt poking above her shoulder.
"A pleasure," the daemon's voice drawled.
Khalembeth stared at the sword in slack-jawed astonishment. The Wyrmguard had never seen any kind of magic sword before, let alone a daemon-inhabited one.
Obviously this Elora was a Guardian-Magus! ...Or at least this world's equivalent, he thought to himself. Khal nodded inwardly. He was in luck! Perhaps this Elora mage would know how to get back to Drakan.
"So... care to tell me about yourself?" the human asked.
The former-dragon still stared at the daemon sword. "You have a trapped demon as your servant?" he said, a trace of awe in his voice. He still regarded the human warily, but with a more respectful air. "You must be a powerful Guardian-magus indeed!"
He pried his eyes away from the possessed sword and fixed his gaze on the Guardian-Magus. "My name is Hiss-" he stopped abruptly.
'Hissblood' didn't exactly work anymore since he was human. On the other hand, he was a little hesitant to reveal his dragon name. After all, he DID plan to find a way to change out of this puny Groundling body, and back into Dragon form.
"Just call me Khal," he said finally. "As for where I'm from..." he paused slightly.
How much did he want to tell the Guardian-magus?
"I hail from a place called Drakan," he said finally. He glanced at Elora, half-hoping that she knew where it was, or how he could get back there.
Posted by Sapphire Night on August 22nd, 2000 05:27 AM:
OOC: Well, here goes a try at this one... Please feel free to correct
A dark shape watched from above, observing the 2 below him. Noticing that they seemed highly distracted with each other, the creature made a quick decision.
"Sanct Lor," whispered a voice, making several quick, hard to follow gestures. The shape disappeared, but a slight rustling could be barely heard as he glided down towards the 2, landing out of hearing range and sneaking towards them to listen.
"My name is Elora, and before he can introduce himself, this is Arcadion," said the woman.
"A pleasure," said the sword, not surprising the listener at all, as he had heard of Elora before.
"So...care to tell me about yourself?" asked Elora.
The gargoyle began to pay more attention, as this was the reason he had glided down in the first place, to learn of the intruder. He noted that the visitor seemed to relax a bit as the sword spoke and filed it away for future reference.
"You have a trapped demon as your servant? You must be a powerful Guardian-magus indeed! My name is Hiss-" he stopped short.
To wonder why he stopped...to be learning still thought the gargoyle.
"Just call me Khal. As to where I'm from...I hail from a place called Drakan," he said with a slight air of hope about him.
To explain the disturbance. thought the gargoyle with the beginnings of a smile. To reveal I shall
The gargoyle moved forward until he was standing rather close to the 2 he had been spying on. "Wis Quas," he said, moving his hands slightly, and becoming visible to the two, eliciting startled gasps.
"To be helping you Khal. To wonder why you are here?" he said in rather
good human-speech for his kind.
OOC: Please tell me I didn't screw up, LoL
OOC P.S.: *reviews the email from SoL* You did NOT mention that there weren't any female gargoyles!!! LoL I fixed it though, made it all he/his/him stuff. That work?
[This message has been edited by Sapphire Night (edited August 22, 2000).]
Posted by Firetalon on August 22nd, 2000 08:18 AM:
OOC: There are no female gargoyles.
Posted by Sapphire Night on August 22nd, 2000 09:08 AM:
OOC: You have got to be kidding me...ARGH!!!!!!!
Posted by Shadow of Light on August 22nd, 2000 09:43 AM:
OOC: *laughs!* Oops...
Actually, there is a female gargoyle in U9 (a Queen, like the queen bee of a hive), but she's a big fat mama (literally) and that might make it a bit hard to fly.
I reckon you could still call yourself a 'she', though. You'd just have to imagine that you were brought up around human females as much as gargoyles. Obviously you wouldn't have the same... uh... bodily functions, though.
Now I have to think of a post, hehe.
Posted by Shadow of Light on August 22nd, 2000 11:12 AM:
The man stared at the sword in slack-jawed astonishment. "You have a trapped demon as your servant?" he said, a trace of awe in his voice. He still regarded Elora warily, but with a more respectful air. "You must be a powerful Guardian-magus indeed!"
Arcadion gave a complex snort.
Guardian-magus? Elora kept the smile on her face, but her mind was suddenly racing. Could this 'man' know about the Guardian, the titan who she'd so recently fought back from conquering Britannia?
The man shifted his gaze from the Blacksword to Elora and said, "My name is Hiss-" He hesitated. "Just call me Khal," he said finally. "As for where I'm from..." he paused slightly. "I hail from a place called Drakan," he said finally. He glanced at Elora with a hopeful look.
"Wis Quas," a strange voice said from nearby, and Elora jumped, hand rising to her sword hilt.
It was a winged gargoyle with glowing green eyes.
"To be helping you Khal. To wonder why you are here?" the red-skinned creature said.
Elora winced and quickly cut in, "Khal, this is a gargoyle. Not a daemon. Gagoyles are good, normal people of Britannia, not spawns of hell." She stopped, sighed and rounded on the newcomer. In flawless gargish, the native language of the gargoyles, she asked the creature to wait.
Then she turned back to Khal. "This Drakan is another world, I presume." She thought for a minute. World travel was possible, but since recently there were only limited ways to go about it. One, as far as she knew, and that was to fashion a gate of a substance known as Blackrock.
And that was just a bit too dangerous for her liking.
"Tie the cloak around your waist," she told Khal absently, and frowned to herself. "I might be able to get you home," she said at last, "but I'm not sure how long it will take. I'm a world traveller myself, so I know it's possible. Before I help you, though-" and here she fixed her forest-green eyes on him seriously, "-I must ask you something more.
"Do you know of the Guardian?"
She glanced over at the gargoyle, nodded slightly, then back at Khal again. "And how or why did you come to Britannia?"
Posted by Firetalon on August 30th, 2000 09:15 AM:
"Wis Quas," a strange voice said from nearby, and the Guardian-magus jumped, hand rising to her sword hilt.
It was a winged gargoyle with glowing green eyes.
"To be helping you Khal. To wonder why you are here?" the red-skinned creature said.
"DAEMON!!" Khal bellowed. His muscles coiled, and he prepared to attack this vile creature the only way he knew how-- claw it, or kick it, or pummel it, or hit it, or…
Elora winced and quickly cut in, "Khal, this is a gargoyle. Not a daemon. Gargoyles are good, normal people of Britannia, not spawns of hell." She stopped, sighed and rounded on the newcomer.
Khal blinked. Gargoyles? Not daemons? Not evil?
And what, by the Flame, was a 'hell'?
Elora turned back to Khal. "This Drakan is another world, I presume." She thought for a minute.
Khal nodded, keeping his eyes on the not-quite-daemon creature. Well, if it had wings, it couldn't be ALL that bad.
"Tie the cloak around your waist," Elora told Khal absently, and frowned to herself.
Khal shrugged, then obliged. He didn't quite understand why, but he had learned not to wonder too much about Groundling customs.
"I might be able to get you home," the Guardian-magus said at last, "but I'm not sure how long it will take. I'm a world traveler myself, so I know it's possible."
Khal grinned widely. "I knew it! You ARE a Guardian-magus!" He clapped the magus soundly on the shoulder in the way he had seen other Groundlings do.
"Before I help you, though-" and here she fixed her forest-green eyes on him seriously, "-I must ask you something more. "Do you know of the Guardian?"
Khal looked at them both, puzzled. THE Guardian?
"Yes, of course I know of Guardians, but I thought there were more than one," he said, completely confused. "There's Wyrmguard Guardians, who are in charge of defending the fortress… Paladin Guardians, who do…" he paused. "Well, I assume they do whatever it is goody-goody Paladins do… There's Wayfarers- who aren't really Guardians, but they'd qualify, I suppose- and of course there are those weirdoes who just wear a big 'G' in their tags-"
Elora glanced over at the gargoyle, nodded slightly, then back at Khal again. "And how or why did you come to Britannia?"
Khal shrugged. "I'm not quite sure HOW I got here, to tell you the truth. There was a battle, and…" his brow furrowed in thought. "I can't remember," he said finally. "I just woke up here." Khal gestured to their surroundings. "Like this," he continued holding up a hand.
Posted by Shadow of Light on August 30th, 2000 03:09 PM:
OOC:*laughs* Sound like Yoda from Star Wars, you do.
Elora nodded to herself. So the gargoyle had sensed it, too. Khal certainly looked human, though from another world... the Virtues knew there were differences between Earthlings, as she herself was, and Britannians.
And Khal made as much sense as her friend Dupre did when he was roaring drunk. Wyrmguard Guardians? 'G' tags??
Multiple Guardians? That didn't sound good. One big, red, ugly, inter-dimensional titan of evil was bad enough.
Where to start? she thought to herself wearily.
"I think the first order of business is to get you some clothes," she said to Khal. "And a weapon. The house I'm using isn't too far away, so..." she gestured and started walking. "...we can keep talking. Can you tell me more about these Guardians? And can you-" here she looked at the gargoyle, "-tell us your name, and why you're all the way out in the middle of the Deep Forest?"
Posted by Sapphire Night on August 30th, 2000 05:58 PM:
OOC: Said you did that Gargoyles talked like this *chuckles*
"My name, is Anlortim. Means 'night' in your tongue I believe. Do you want me to speak freely in front of the stranger or not?" he said to Elora in Gargish.
Posted by Shadow of Light on August 31st, 2000 03:31 AM:
OOC:*laughs again* No, no, no! They speak with 'to' all the time, remember? "To be named Anlortim. To say it means 'night' in your tongue, to believe. To ask if you want me to speak freely in front of the stranger or not?"
"Go ahead," Elora said, half-intent on climbing over a fallen tree blocking the small hunting path.
Posted by Sapphire Night on September 1st, 2000 01:03 AM:
OOC: *sighs* One of these days I will get this, I promise...
Posted by Shadow of Light on September 13th, 2000 05:03 AM:
The Deep Forest
The three walked down a little-used hunting trail, Elora with her daemon-sword out. She didn't expect any attacks, but the Deep Forest was a dangerous place for the unwary and it never hurt to be prepared.
About ten minutes of pushing through the dense undergrowth brought them to a large clearing, or rather, a small valley. They stopped atop a cliff and Elora gazed down at the lake below before turning left and leading her companions toward the house she was living out her self-imposed exile.
Absently, she wondered if the gargoyle knew she was the Avatar.
The door opened at a touch. "Come in," she said, and stepped over the threshold. "Sit down, if you wish." She opened a chest at the end of her low bed and hunted for some appropriate clothes for Khal. She was living alone, but had enough shirts and trousers (which she preferred to skirts). The only problem would be size.
Frowning, she pulled out the largest shirt she could find and some baggy trousers, and handed them to Khal. "Try these on for size."
Posted by Sapphire Night on September 27th, 2000 04:21 PM:
Anlortim followed Elora and Khal, wathcing as she frowned, and pulled out a large shirt and some baggy trousers, and handed them to Khal. "Try these on for size," she said.
"Too never understand why you are so squeamish about covering yourselves," it said with a small smile.
"Too tell of where you come from Khal?" it asked as Elora handed Khal the clothing.
Posted by Firetalon on October 9th, 2000 02:14 AM:
Khal glanced at the clothes with mild interest. He was learning a lot about being human, he thought to himself.
Pants. Everyone who was ANYONE wore pants.
The former dragon pulled the trousers on backwards and climbed into the shirt haphazardly.
"I hail... from Drakan," he said, struggling against the wily shirt. He tried to pushe his head through the sleeve. "And- and... I think I'm stuck..." he said, glancing through the sleeve helplessly.
Posted by Shadow of Light on October 9th, 2000 05:48 AM:
This, Elora decided with a faint sigh of resignation, is going to take some time. Perhaps Drakan is a nudist world. Stranger things have happened.
"It's just... customary to clothe ourselves," she said to the gargoyle. "Besides, human skin is more fragile than your own. It requires protection against the elements." She pulled at the sleeve Khal was vainly trying to squeeze his head into and managed to rip it off. "Damn."
But at least his head fit through now, she thought absently.
"Ok, take that off and try this." She handed him a tanned leather vest that had arm holes in place of sleeves and laced up the front. Speaking very distinctly and emphasising each syllable, she said, "Put one arm through this hole, and one arm through that hole. The laces tie up at the front, up your chest." She handed it over and looked at the pants. "Good enough. At least you put your legs through the holes at the right end."
He'd have to walk bare foot wherever they went next, as she didn't have boots that would fit him. But, she could at least give him a weapon. She kept an assortment of weapons in her cabin to practise with, and pondered each of them in turn.
Drakan, she thought as her eyes ran over the length of a two-handed sword. Never heard of it. Another planet? Guardian Magi? Hm...
Picking up the huge sword, she decided he could sling it over his shoulder. Hopefully the sheer size of the weapon would intimidate any attackers enough that he wouldn't have to swing it around and risk lopping off his own head.
"We'll go to Empath Abbey," she said, "and finish getting your clothes. That's not far from here - just northwest into the forest. After that we'll go visit a mage named Nicodemus who lives nearby. He might be able to help us figure out a way for you to get home."
Posted by Firetalon on October 9th, 2000 06:18 AM:
Khal glanced at the vest and picked it up warily. Under Elora's watchful gaze, he put one arm through each armhole with no problems.
On the other hand, lacing the vest was not as simple.
Khal growled in frustration as his fingers once again got tangled in the laces. After several minutes, he eventually succeeded in tangling the leather ties into a tight bind.
He grinned victoriously and glanced at the knot. He was getting the hang of this 'human' thing.
"Is that sword for me?" he asked hopefully, eyeing the huge blade in Elora's hand.
Posted by Shadow of Light on October 9th, 2000 07:54 AM:
Elora blinked, a little surprised by his apparent eagerness. "Uh..." she hesitated as the words, Virtues, I'm going to regret this... flicked through her mind. "Yeah... Just be careful with it," she cautioned, handing it over fully sheathed. "It's extremely sharp. Belt it over your shoulder like I have." She turned a full circle so he could see how she was wearing the Blacksword.
With a rather nervous look at the job he'd done with the laces of his vest, she asked, "Have you ever used a sword before?"
Posted by Sapphire Night on October 9th, 2000 01:03 PM:
Anlortim watched everything with a slightly amused look on it's face.
"To wonder what Drakan is like?" it asked while stepping back a pace in case Khal lost control over the sword Elora had given him.
Posted by Firetalon on November 3rd, 2000 07:27 AM:
"Yeah!" Khal exclaimed, grinning widely. He picked up the sword gleefully, and carried it easily with one hand.
"This is grea-"
The sensation that suddenly flooded him was akin to the feeling of being hit by a farmer’s runaway wagon. Khal was a dragon back then, so the cart didn’t really hurt him, but he could still remember laying there, the wind completely knocked out of him, surrounded by fragments of the wooden cart and the aroma of mashed pumpkins.
"What the-??" He was startled to find himself on the floor of the small cabin. He glanced at the Guardian-Magus and the gargoyle-daemon in confusion.
He slowly got to his feet. "What happene-?"
The sudden pain of his head striking the floor awakened him.
He lay there, extremely confused and bewildered.
The next thing he felt was someone smacking him across the face. "Wha- huh?" he asked, raising his head slightly and glancing around. His blurry gaze focused on the Guardian-Magus. "I didn’t eat any fermented fruit this time, Rimril, I swear! I’ve never suffered from fits, or any other medical condit-"
As his head hit the ground, he could swear he smelled pine.
Posted by Shadow of Light on November 10th, 2000 07:44 AM:
surrounded by fragments of the wooden cart and the aroma of mashed pumpkins.
That was UNCALLED for!!!
Elora had initially jumped back as the sword swung round, and now found herself staring at Khal who was, once again, unconscious on the ground.
But at least he was wearing clothes this time.
She was in the middle of wondering whether she was glad or disappointed of that fact when she saw his mouth was bleeding. But nothing had hit him in the face.
Nothing had hit him.
"I don't know what Drakan is like," she said to her gargish companion, "but its people seem somewhat disturbed. Hold this, please." She handed him Khal's sword, knelt on the floor and carefully examined Khal's face. Several bruises were forming, and it looked like he'd lost some teeth. There was also some severe head damage, and teeth marks on his throat.
"I can't replace what's gone," Elora muttered to herself as she opened the pouch of reagents at her belt, "but I can do this." She waved her hands over Khal and said, "Vas Mani!" The reagents in her hands dissolved to a sparkling dust that settled over his entire body. Slowly, his wounds closed, faded... healed.
Sucking in a deep breath and wiping sweat from her brow, Elora finished the spell and rocked back on her heels.
She glanced back at Anlortym. "Change of plans." Standing, she said,
"Something is going on here and I want to know what. His talk about Guardians
interests me the most. We don't need more than one." With a wry smile,
she said, "This won't be the most earthshaking request I've ever given
someone, but it would save time. Do you think you could fly northwest to
Empath Abbey and get Khal some boots?"
Posted by Sapphire Night on November 10th, 2000 09:47 AM:
"Yes," said Anlortim. "To fly there right now," he replied with a slight bow as he turned to walk out the door.
No sooner was he two steps from the house when he took off, heading northwest in the direction of Empath Abbey.
Posted by Shadow of Light on January 10th, 2001 10:27 AM:
Ok, let's get this show back on the road...
When the gargoyle had left the small house, Elora pondered what to do.
The Guardian, as she knew him, was an evil entity bent on taking over worlds like Britannia and bending their resources and peoples to his will.
Her last enounter with him had almost ended with her killing her own dearest friends.
She shivered and looked at the unconscious man on her floor. Perhaps the Guardian had attacked him in some way. She had felt his dreadful power before.
"The question is where to go from here," she muttered to herself. "He's not from Britannia, and he's definitely not human. We have to get him back to wherever he came from... and at least find out what he knows about the Guardian."
She fell silent again, remembering that Khal had called her a... a what? A Guardian-magus?
She didn't like the sound of that, whatever it meant.
Where to go...
The Lycaeum? If anyone could help, the mages there could. There had to be a spell that could aid with getting Khal back to where he belonged. If not, they might at least be able to find another lead.
Elora closed her eyes and sent her thoughts to her new gargoyle friend. "Anlortym, I'm taking Khal south to Britain. I'll meet you at the docks and we'll sail for the Lycaeum on Verity Isle."
She put on a fresh green cloak, fished around the hut for a few things she'd need and put them in a backpack.
Then, with a muttered incantation, she made Khal levitate several feet off the ground. Quickly belting the two-handed sword's scabbard across his back and sheathing the weapon there, she stepped outside and gestured for the body to follow.
Once she'd locked the door, she headed south with Khal floating obediently beside her.
Posted by Firetalon on January 16th, 2001 06:17 AM:
OOC: I should probably add to this.
He opened his eyes slowly only to discover that he was hovering in midair.
"I'm flying?" He flopped his wings instinctively.
Oh wait. He didn't have wings.
"Hey! What's going on! Where am I! Put me down!"
He made a slow spiral in midair, and although it was quite lovely to
look at, it didn't do much else.
Posted by Shadow of Light on January 18th, 2001 04:34 AM:
Elora stopped and tried to lower Khal so that he'd land on his feet but he seemed to be enjoying spinning in circles too much, which made it a bit hard. Instead he landed on his backside in the middle of the path.
She looked him over quickly, wondering if he was still hurt from that strange ordeal in her house. "We're going to a city called Britain," she said.
She paused, looking at him again. "Would you mind telling me what happened back there?"
Posted by Firetalon on January 18th, 2001 06:26 PM:
OOC: (types in order to look busy)
Bleh, it's my free period. I can type if I want to.
Khal landed on the path with a soft 'thud'. After picking himself up, he glanced at the Guardian-magus, confused by the question.
"I have no idea, Guardian-magus," he replied, shrugging. His brow then furrowed slightly. "Perhaps it has something to do with Bondi- Nah, it can't be that..." Khal said nothing else, but his face appeared troubled.
"I don't know," he said after a long pause. "But I need to get back."
Posted by Shadow of Light on January 19th, 2001 03:38 AM:
Elora winced slightly. "Please, just call me Elora." She considered saying she wasn't a Guardian-magus (and that she didn't even know what they were), but decided it might be to her advantage to play along. Shrugging, she asked, "Can you manage barefoot? It's quite a walk... I can put that Levitate spell on you again at any time you want."
OOC: How 'bout we have a bandit attack, or some odd creatures or something?
Posted by Firetalon on January 20th, 2001 03:29 AM:
OOC: Sure. I'll let you start though.
The former dragon looked at his feet idly, then shrugged. "I'm fine."
"By the way..." he started, raising a brow and glancing at Elora strangely. "I'd been meaning to ask you about something. You always seem to get distinctly uncomfortable when I call you 'Guardian-magus'. Why is that?"
Posted by Shadow of Light on January 25th, 2001 01:38 PM:
OOC: Well, we'll do this first.
The Avatar started walking again, uncertain of what to say.
Then she considered something. If this guy served the Guardian, what was she doing helping him? It was time to get a few things out in the open...
But how to explain it? Should she expect him to be a servant of the Guardian, or reply as if he knew nothing of this kind of thing?
She opted for the latter. It might avoid hours of silly, vapid stares of incomprehension and slack-jawed "Huh?"s. If he turned out to be an enemy, it probably wouldn't be too hard to disembowel him.
"Guardian-magus," she began, watching him closely, "is a title I have never heard before. Let alone been given. The term makes me uneasy because of a certain... entity. One of great and deadly power. This being is the enemy of this world - he seeks to either subdue or destroy it, and enslave its people. He calls himself the Guardian."
Elora paused, waiting to see if he'd react or wait for her to continue.
Posted by Firetalon on January 26th, 2001 02:41 AM:
OOC: Note, I'm not quite sure how these rp threads fit in with the actual Drakan storyline, but I'll wing it anyway.
This being is the enemy of this world - he seeks to either subdue or destroy it, and enslave its people. He calls himself the Guardian.
"Just like Navaros." Khal's face hardened.
Well, at least he knew why Elora was uncomfortable with the title, he thought grimly.
Ever since he was a hatchling, Khalembeth had known of the being Dragons called The Great Betrayer. The Betrayer was responsible for the Dark Wars, and the resulting Long Sleep most dragons had gone through. Many of his dragon clan had been locked in the stone-slumber because their Bonded had been killed. It was only recently that many had been Awakened.
Khal was a relatively young dragon, as he was hatched after the Awakening, and had never faced the forces of Navaros. However, he still shared the disgust, loathing, and hatred many of his kin felt toward the Betrayer.
Could it be possible that this 'Guardian' and the Betrayer were one and the same?
"Tell me more about this 'Guardian'," he asked, his voice almost a growl. "Then I'll tell you about my world."
Posted by Sapphire Night on January 26th, 2001 09:39 PM:
OOC: *yawns* *wakes from her long slumber, ready and eager to RP again*
Also, my char gets to be "he" cause saying "it" just sounds too weird. LoL
A soft breeze, a beautiful sky...what more could one ask for, save to be gliding through the air?
Anlortim smiled as he flew towards the Abbey. He finally spotted it, and though he hated to have to leave the skies, he glided down towards the building, quickly acquired a pair of boots he hoped would somewhat fit the stranger, and took off again, heading after The Avatar and her strange companion.
To wish I never had to land... he thought as a slightly playful mood struck him and he did a loop in the air. To be hurrying back he thought, soaring back in the direction he had come from, when he spotted 2 figures below him, one of them floating and the other walking.
To be The Avatar, definitely he thought and began slowly descending towards them.
Posted by Shadow of Light on January 27th, 2001 05:39 AM:
OOC: FT - I dunno either, but this is fun.
Sapph: It's about time you showed up!
"Navaros, hm?" Elora smiled slightly, without humour. "I wonder if there's any world without an enemy."
She shrugged and turned her attention to the path ahead of them. "In truth, I know little about the Guardian. He only made himself known to this world, Britannia, little less than a year ago.
"He's not human. As far as I know, he lives in the Ethereal Void - space, or whatever you might call it. He looked human-shaped to me, though larger, red, and has burning eyes like fire." Elora looked at Khal. "He can speak directly to your mind, so if any voices that don't originate from your own brain start talking to you, tell me.
"Basically, as I said, the Guardian is trying to take over this world with very bloody methods. My friends and I have been integral to preventing him from winning... so far. He almost succeeded a few months ago." Her jaw set.
Posted by Firetalon on February 3rd, 2001 09:00 PM:
Khal grimaced slighty. "Well, I now know why you don't like the title Guardian-magus. Heh, I'd never heard of any 'Guardian' like this before. I had at first thought the Guardian might be the long-lost Navaros, but the last I heard, Navaros lived in a Rift, had four big, ugly heads, and spat magma."
He studied the Not-a-Guardian-Magus curiously. "What happened with the Guardian, if you don't mind my asking?"
Posted by Shadow of Light on February 5th, 2001 05:52 AM:
"Sounds like Navaros and the Guardian would get along like a house on fire."
"The Guardian," Elora said, "is still around. If your Rift is the same as our Void, that's where he is. No doubt plotting another way to get into Britannia," she added, eyes narrowing.
"Anyway, you said you'd tell me about your world. What's Drakan like?"
Up ahead, taking cover in the trees, three bandits wait patiently...
Posted by Shadow of Light on February 14th, 2001 06:53 AM:
"I myself am a member of the Wyrmguard. We strive for excellence in all fields, but primarily in combat."
Elora tried not to stare at him. This guy, who couldn't even put his pants on the right way around, was a warrior?
"Anyway, the highest honor one can attain is is to be a member of the Order of the Flame. In the Order, dragons and humans Bonded together by fire and blood in a kinship, and are sworn to act in the best interests of all. Guardian-magi were magic-users, usually members of the Order of the Flame," Khal continued. "I'd thought you were one of them, or at the very least a Paladin."
That explained that, she thought. I am, after all, a magic user. I wonder if I do have a class? She paused. Or is the Avatar a class in itself. Hm. I hate having philosophical debates with myself.
That Order of the Flame stuff sounded amazing, though. Bonding with a dragon would be fantastic (or at least, better than bonding with a daemon. Arcadion in particular).
"Bonding means that any injury that occurs to one occurs to the other," Khal went on. He paused. "I'm not sure how, but I think that explains what happened in your cabin."
Elora looked at him with fresh astonishment. He was bonded to a dragon?! She had a very strong urge to gape and say, "Sweeeeeeeeeeet!", but was interrupted by a faint noise from above.
"Do you get the feeling we're being watched?" Khal said quietly, slowing his walking pace slightly.
Elora glanced up almost casually and marked a man crouching on a branch. The man, knowing he'd been seen, quickly put his fingers to his mouth and whistled shrilly. From either side of the forest path came a bandit, both wielding longswords.
"Throw down yer money and weapons and we'll let ye go!" one of them shouted.
Elora pointedly drew the Blacksword, complete with horrible rasping noise, and raised a brow at Khal. "Let's see what warriors are like in Drakan. You take that guy, I'll take this one."
Posted by Sapphire Night on February 14th, 2001 07:08 AM:
Anlortim glided downward, taking in the bandits ranged around the Avatar and the strange one called Khal.
He emitted a low growl and dove, picking up speed as he went straight for the bandit in the tree until he rammed straight into him, crunching bone and sending both of them towards the ground.
He muttered a curse in gargish and rolled, coming up to face the man who was now clutching his left arm and yelling in pain.
Dismissing the howling bandit, he turned towards the the man moving towards Khal.
"To be watching your back, should you need it," he said to Khal as he crouched, ready to attack if needed.
Posted by Firetalon on February 15th, 2001 07:24 AM:
Elora pointedly drew the Blacksword, complete with horrible rasping noise, and raised a brow at Khal. "Let's see what warriors are like in Drakan. You take that guy, I'll take this one."
Khal's eyes glowed red. Battle! Now THIS was something he understood!
The gargoyle suddenly appeared, swooping from the sky and knocking one of the bandits out of the tree.
"To be watching your back, should you need it," Anlortim said to Khal as he crouched, ready to attack if needed.
Khal grinned, a dangerous toothy grin that showed all his teeth.
"This one's MINE!" he bellowed as he leaped at the bandit, startling the bandit.
Perhaps the bandit was distracted by the gargoyle's entrance. Perhaps the bandit simply wasn't expecting this sort of move. Or perhaps the bandit was mesmerized by the bootless, long-haired, pants-on-backwards warrior's glowing red eyes.
Either way, the bandit somehow forgot to swing his longsword, and Khal succeeded in knocking the would-be thief to the ground -where he gleefully commenced pummeling the robber into unconsciousness.
Posted by Shadow of Light on February 15th, 2001 07:44 AM:
The third and final bandit watched all this with his eyes bugging out of his head.
"It's usually customary to use your sword," Elora murmured as Khal pounded his adversary into a coma.
"Can we get on with this?" Arcadion asked peevishly.
The final bandit stared at the Blacksword.
"Thou'rt not scared of a girl with a talking sword, art thou?" Elora asked him.
He flushed angrily and jumped at her. Jumping at someone isn't really recommended when the someone is pointing a sword at you. There's a very good chance you'll impale yourself.
Elora wiped the blade clean and sheathed it. She grinned at Anlortym. "You dropped in at a good time." Then she turned her attention to Khal, who was still busy pummelling. "Er... Khal... I think you won."
Posted by Firetalon on February 26th, 2001 02:59 AM:
OOC: I get the hint.
Khal stopped abruptly and stared at the unconscious bandit idly. "Oh."
He stood. "So what do we do now?"
Posted by Shadow of Light on February 26th, 2001 03:22 AM:
Elora took the boots Anlortym had brought, thanked the gargoyle with a smile, and faced Khal.
Speaking very distinctly, she gestured with the boots and said, "Put these on your feet." She pointed down at her own boots. "Like this."
She held the footwear out.
OOC: Unless anyone else wants to say something after this bit, I'll fast forward us the city of Britain.
*cue 'Rule Britannia' music from unknown source...*
Posted by Firetalon on February 26th, 2001 06:49 AM:
OOC: To Britain! Hi-ho Avatar! Awaaaayyyyy!
Posted by Shadow of Light on February 27th, 2001 12:24 PM:
The Journey Begins
Elora, Anlortym and Khal travel southwest through the Deep Forest to reach the King's Highway. The journey is long and dangerous, leading them down dark, plant-choked paths and past the lairs of creatures best left unseen. They are unattacked, however. Perhaps the monsters of the Deep Forest can sense that this is a group not worth tangling...
...with a woman resembling the Avatar, a creature that looks like a daemon, and a man that doesn't quite seem to be a man...
They reach the King's Highway in two days, pausing only to eat and sleep. The Highway itself is free of bandit activity; the guard patrols of Lord British are doing their duty well (for once). The road leads the small party south around the Serpent Spine mountains, then east into the farmlands and, after another two days, the capital city of Britannia...
The Avatar felt paranoia nagging at her mind again. She hadn't been here in quite a while for very specific and personal reasons... she hoped no one would recognise her.
As her boots crossed from dirt to paved road, she almost unconsciously felt herself straighten. Her eyes turned northeast where the Castle of Lord British towered over the city, majestic and powerful.
She sighed, somewhat bitterly. To be this close to her friends and be afraid to see them again. Shaking her head, she decided this could wait for later.
"Thou art upon a quest," she muttered to herself, and rolled her eyes at the berating tone. She sounded like Iolo.
"The docks are down that way," she said, pointing southeast toward the bay, "but we need some funds first. We can't just steal a ship, or get free passage."
"Well, we could," she ammended to herself, silently, "but I don't want anyone to know I'm here."
"I'll run down to the bank. You two can join me, or I can meet you somewhere. A pub, or something?"
She raised a brow at them.
Posted by Firetalon on February 27th, 2001 06:41 PM:
Khal regarded the city with a look of awe and wonder on his face. He'd been in cities before, yes, but he'd never seen any city so BIG!
He paused. Or perhaps it was his new human point of view.
"I think I want to look around a bit before we leave," he said, still glancing around. He spied a large building with a blue pig on the sign. Sounds of merriment emanated from the open windows and door. The occasional half-staggering figure emanated from the open door as well.
Khal watched in fascination. That building looked like an interesting place to begin.
He glanced at the really big stone building that had all sorts of banners and people standing on it. That looked like an interesting place to begin too.
Posted by Shadow of Light on March 1st, 2001 10:03 AM:
"I think I want to look around a bit before we leave," Khal said.
Elora nodded, and pulled out a pocketwatch to check the time. "It's just after noon," she said to Anlortym, "so if you could escort Khal around, show him some sights... I'll meet you both at the docks in two hours."
As she noticed Khal looking at a pub with interest, she muttered under her breath, "Or I'll go looking for you in the royal prison."
"To be fine with you, Anlortym?"
Posted by Sapphire Night on March 6th, 2001 12:51 PM:
Anlortym nodded. "To show Khal around Britain," he said with a slight smile.
"To be seeing the Museum, the Tavern, the Hall of the Fellowship, or the Castle?" he asked Khal, following the young man's gaze to the tavern and offering up a quick prayer that things wouldn't get too violent.
Posted by Firetalon on March 7th, 2001 04:57 AM:
"Hm... Tavern or castle?" Khal said absently, his dark amber eyes still fixed on the blue pig sign.
He'd seen enough castles in his lifetime, but he was never small enough to enter a building, he thought to himself. Besides, Firetalon didn't go to taverns anyway.
The strange smell of humans and ale wafted from the tavern, tickling Khal's nostrils.
"We're going there!" he told the gargoyle, pointing at the tavern.
With a jaunty step (that he'd only recently learned after these two days in boots), Khal strode confidently into the tavern.
Posted by Shadow of Light on March 7th, 2001 12:27 PM:
"And try not to let him get drunk," the Avatar whispered to Anlortym. "By the way, the Blue Boar is usually a hospitable place. You shouldn't get any trouble from any rascists."
She watched as Khal started toward the door of the tavern and shook her head. "I'll meet you at the docks later today." She took a pouch of gold from her belt and gave it to Anlortym. "There should be enough there for you to get some drinks, food... see some sights."
Then she turned and walked off east down the street.
Almost immediately, she came across a problem with her plan. If she was going to the bank, how in all hells would she manage to make a withdrawal when she was trying to keep her presence unknown?
She kept walking for about a minute or so, mulling this over.
What she needed was a pawn shop, and something to sell...
Well, she had plenty of stuff in her room at the Castle.
Stopping in the middle of a crossroad, she looked north where the huge fortress loomed, silver serpent banners snapping in the wind above soaring towers.
She let out a deep breath, then started towards it.
Posted by Sapphire Night on March 7th, 2001 01:34 PM:
Anlortym took the pouch from Elora. "To watch after him," he said, and turned to follow Khal into the tavern.
As he entered, he smiled. The room was fairly full, but not uncomfortably so. Near the back some patrons were playing a local dice game. Most were just sitting at tables, eating food and drinking ale.
Anlortym steered Khal towards the bar. "To konw what you would like?" he asked Khal.
Posted by Firetalon on March 8th, 2001 06:19 AM:
Khal glanced over at a big hairy human who downed a mug. By the armor, Khal figured the human was a fighter of some sort.
The former-dragon's nose wrinkled slightly. From the smell, the human was definitely a paladin.
An unbathed paladin.
As Khal watched curiously, the burly human grabbed a stein of something, and downed it in one massive gulp.
Khal turned to the gargoyle. "I'll have what he's having."
[This message has been edited by Firetalon (edited March 08, 2001).]
Posted by Shadow of Light on March 8th, 2001 10:33 AM:
Description of the Blue Boar Tavern...
It's a large building, and the most famous tavern in Britain (some would argue that it's the most famous in Britannia). As such, the Blue Boar has standards.
In the northern section of the building is the common room, where patrons can sit at round wooden tables and order food or drink from the waiters and waitresses that flit around. Also in the common room is the bar, if one prefers sitting in close proximity of some of the most excellent ales and wines in the land. One of those sitting there is an armoured man with dark hair and a moustache. He holds a frothing tankard in one hand and is talking earnestly to the bartender, who seems to keep mentioning something about a tab.
In the southern section of the building is a large area reserved for musicians and entertainers. Chairs line the walls here, where patrons can enjoy music or whatever else is on. At the moment, a grey-bearded man in sober brown clothes is playing a lively tune on a lute. Some of the spectators are clapping along (a few are even able to keep the actual beat), and one or two couples are dancing.
The atmosphere is warm and friendly, helped along by the presence of alcohol... and a four drink limit.
Posted by Shadow of Light on March 18th, 2001 04:52 PM:
In the Blue Boar Tavern
OOC: I guess I'll take on the NPCs. Feel free to use them as well. I'm just getting things moving.
The Blue Boar Tavern
Strangers entering the tavern wasn't really that unusual an occurance. What caught the barman's attention was that one prospective patron was a gargoyle, and the other appeared to have his pants on backwards.
This could be interesting.
The man he'd been arguing with looked over his shoulder to follow the barman's gaze. "Don't see many gargoyles around here," he said. "Do they drink much?"
The barman shrugged. "Aye, though I've yet to see one drunk, Sir Dupre."
The knight returned his attention to his tankard and took a swig, wiping froth from his moustach afterwards.
As the strangers approached the bar, the tender asked, in typical barman style, "Whaddayawant?"
Posted by Sapphire Night on March 23rd, 2001 02:11 AM:
"Whaddayawant?" asked the barman.
Anlortym smiled. He glanced at the man already seated at the bar, enthusiastically enjoying his ale.
"To have what he is having," he said, indicating the seated man.
He turned to Khal. "To order what you like," he murmured in a quiet voice.
Posted by Shadow of Light on March 30th, 2001 08:43 PM:
Blue Boar Tavern
The bartender pulled out two wooden tankards and filled them to the brim with a frothing brown liquid. "Two gold pieces," he said, sliding the mugs across the wooden top of the bar.
The paladin, hearing both Khal and Anlortym order what he was drinking, grinned widely. "'s good to see some brave people around here. Not many have the stomach for this stuff." He took a healthy swig. "My name is Dupre, by the way."
He paused, obviously waiting for some kind of reaction.
OOC: Sapph, it's up to you whether you decide to be stunned, amazed, amused (heh, this guy really is drunk), or whatever. Dupre is one of the Avatar's companions, a Knight of Lord British, and one of the most famous people in Britannia. I can't remember if Elora actually said anywhere that she didn't want to make her presence known, so you or Firetalon might actually want to blow her cover.
(This is as far as the Britannia thread got… maybe I'll dust
it off and ask some people to help me continue it one day. :) )