World of Abyss

daniel07

Daniel arrived at the small town, his guitar on his back, and a small rapier strapped to his side. He looked around, almost expecting to see a mage pop around the corner. Seeing nothing he put his left hand on his guitars neck, readying himself for an attack at any moment. The boy had dashed from Hectates tower to here in 4 days, only stopping to pick up a horse and sword from Taori town.

Daniel edged his way through the old buildings, stopping only to help a bird get up on a wall. He walked slowly and delibaretely, testing the ground for booby traps with his foot. He wasnt sure what he would find here, but was only hoping it would be nothing, or at the most a couple of mages who wanted a laugh. He walked into the nearest building, noticing a large flow of Dark energy coming from it.

The room was dusty, with knocked over barstools, tables that were falling apart, walls with large holes, the basic bandit hideout. In the middle of the room was a large trapdoor. Daniel felt a surge of bloody, dark energy from it. He climbed down, sensing that the energy wasnt right at its base. He was submerged in complete darkness, only his sense of smell guiding him. He walked into a large closet, before hearing footsteps above him. He felt his way into the closet, closing the door and watching through the cracks in the door as a hooded figure walked down into the room, setting a fire on a candle bracket and sitting down, waiting for other to come.
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Who d'you think your fooling everything is Dead! Now you welcome me to a town called hypocrisy.

Jesanel · Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 8:08 pm Post subject:

Hecate knew the travel to Shu would take days, and was surprised at the boy's quickness and adaptability to the travel. As normally happened, her travel had attracted some local wolves of the region, one which was large enough to ride. Yes, Hecate had ridden a wolf. It wasn't the first time, and it was indeed possible for the larger species that were in the surrounding lands. This one was a large grey-brown, an odd coloring but very strong. As always, it had smelled the wolf in her, and had been more than willing to help out.

And finally, day four, and she had reached Shu Town. Dismounting the large wolf, whom she had come to call Tormak, Hecate took a few paces. Tormak threw her a look before sauntering off to the side a little, and then following her. Hecate smirked. "Miss me that bad will you?" she hissed. Tormak did not budge. Surely the ominous feel of the place was getting to him as well, but still he chose to follow. Eventually the wolf began to stalk around the buildings, but continued to keep an eye on Hecate almost possessively.

Hecate saw some tracks in the dirtier portions of the ground, beside the remaining tumbling mess that was left of the once paved roads, and saw the prints were smallish. Surely the boy had to be here by now. Seeing the desolace of the place again, she was glad she had had her fill to eat that morning. Slinking along, she tried to follow the tracks, but the rumble made it hard. After scouring the place, she noticed her senses heighten considerably by one particular building. She could smell it now.

She stopped by the half open door and listened silently, and then slinking into the room, and then cautiously down the trap door, dark and dank and disgusting feeling. It seemed empty enough, but only seconds later footsteps could be heard from the upstairs. With a hiss, the Warlord felt around blindly, forcing her eyes to focus somewhat, and finding a fairly large wooden box. Fumbling for the lid, she slipped herself inside before bringing the cover back over, sighing with relief upon noticing thumb sized holes where perhaps handles used to be.

She cursed herself for her situation, but also for how close the full moon was. This was a bad position. Squeezing herself a little, she forced herself to be able to see through two of the holes, and see a robed figure some down the stairs. And then he sat. And Hecate mentally cursed. Wonderful. She would be here for a while.

daniel07 · Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 5:41 pm Post subject:

The figure stood up from the chair, walking over to a set of shelfs. From the top one he pulled down a goblet, and a bottle of wine. He walked back to the table, sitting down and pouring himself a generous portion of wine. He put the bottle down and once again sat, sipping at the liquid with obvious taste and dignity. From the way He drank it was obvious to Daniel that this man was rich, and not used to cellars.

Another hooded figure walked down the stairs. From the way they carried themself, Daniel guessed this figure was a woman. She sat down next to the initial figure, pouring herself a goblet of wine as well. The figures sat in silence, obviously waiting for more of their group to gather. Daniel gulped. If more than five of these hooded followers were working together, not matter what their strength in magecraft Daniel wouldnt have a chance.

As it happened, 3 more figures walked into the building, each one hooded and solemn. They all sat down, obviously waiting for more members of the hooded cult. As daniel started to get restless, the final figure walked in. He was obviously a man, with a long beard poking out from under his hood. A large staff was in his hand, the top sporting a large black orb, with white dashes through it. He stood at the edge of the table, raising his hand"Stand!" he ordered, his voice gravely, old and powerful. The men and women stood up. All raised their left hands, placing it at their right shoulders. The old man, obviously the leader, looked at them all. He nodded sagely, before speaking again."You may remove your hoods, my children"
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Who d'you think your fooling everything is Dead! Now you welcome me to a town called hypocrisy.

Jesanel · Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 6:47 pm Post subject:

Five people. Hecate at least thought she counted five. Either way, she had only a few options. The first was remaining in this ... wooden case of sorts, cramped and peeping through tiny holes and eavesdropping for the gods knew how long. And the full moon was soon to be rising outside, meaning that her being so separated might dull or postpone the reaction a bit, or prolong the effects, but sooner or later, she knew she wouldn't be able to stand it in this cramped space.

Two - she could bust out of this thing, go ballistic and attack every single one of them that she could, with no knowledge of what the hell they even were and why they would even be down in a cellar, cloaked and hooded ... and be called 'children'. Or, she could wait until things got unbearable, eavesdropping and peeping until her body couldn't take what was going on outside anymore, and forced her into a full-fledged rage. Gather as much information as she physically could, then not give a hoot what happened after she lost control. That sounded better. She had nearly forgotten about the Southern Warlord now, within her own issues, but vaguely hoped he was having as much bad luck as she was right now.

Sniffing the air, Hecate gagged. Wine. What taste! Ick, the Eastern Warlord couldn't stand wine. If you were going to drink, make it something better than that! Pushing her disgust and scorn aside, she listened in, peeping through the holes again to see what this would lead to.

daniel07 · Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 7:30 pm Post subject:

Daniel almost yawned from his hiding place in the closet, closing his mouth at the last minute. These cloaked people were more than he could imagine, and if he even tried to go up against the old man alone Daniel felt sure he would die. A massive magical power was flowing in the leaders veins, Daniel was sure of it. He stopped his pondering, placing a hand on his Rapier. It was obvious he would eventually get caught, so he might better from being prepared. He snapped back onto the group, paying attention to what they were saying.

"You have all succeded in arriving here unscathed it seems. And none of you seem to be dead. Good. We shall now continue with our.... Meeting" He said the last word ominously, sending shivers up Daniels spine. The followers nodded, and Daniel looked at their un-hooded features. They all had brown hair, and a small mark on their left cheek. The eyes of a mage were prominent features on their face, icy blue with a deeper blue colour of veins running from them.

One of them stepped forward to the leader, Bowing low. "Milord, the plan is going well. We are building the storms up over the sea and immortal cliffs to no sign of anger. When they are of big enough size we shall build more over the rest of Abyss, eventually converging them over the Superior Warlords Keep. Then we shall........" He trailed off, getting an angry look from the old man. "Do not speak of that here Caus."He said softly, His eyes looking at a large chest. "We have unwelcome visitors He said, lifting his hand. Daniel sighed. " And over there too" He said softly, pointing at the closet Daniel was in.

"Oh shit" Daniel said, rolling out of the closet as Caus and another follower walked towards his hiding place. He drew his Rapier, Swinging it at the leader. A snap of pure lighting hit it at the pommel, snapping it in two. He gulped, Swinging his guitar around. He set up a chord for flames as the rest of the followers walked towards The large chest on the other side of the room.
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Who d'you think your fooling everything is Dead! Now you welcome me to a town called hypocrisy.

Jesanel · Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 2:03 am Post subject:

Hecate listened to the head of the gathering speak, and it was with power and leadership. He was obviously not weak, but against a werewolf ... she was certain she could harm this man. She let no man dash her into submission, no one. And they would not sit here forever if they were the ones causing this ... mischief in old Shu.

Then everything seemed to come to a standstill at the man's next words: We have unwelcome visitors ... Hecate almost growled. How did he know that? What else was he hiding up his sleeves? Was it a bluff? She knew it could be - trick someone spying to freaking out that they were being caught. She couldn't trust it, she had to wait-

But then some started walking towards the closet, and Hecate knew if it was a bluff, it was still dangerous. Could Daniel be in there? She heard a tumbling, and assumed she was right. With a snarl, she saw some walking towards her place. Well, she wouldn't give them a moment's hesitation. With a shout, she shoved the lid open, flipping it backwards. Already her body ached at being exposed to the more lit and less cramped space - it so longed to change. She would let it ... but then that little Warlord was here with her!

With a snarl, she grappled with the first follower, kicking them in the shins before preparing to defend herself against the other. Raising her hand to her lips, she whistled harshly, and above the room, a flurry of paws could be heard tumbling down the cellar. It was Tormak, and he was furious. The wolf charged at the most upright follower opposing Hecate, and bit into their leg harshly.

Hecate threw a sidelong glance at Daniel, and grit her teeth. Blast it, boy, run! she thought to herself, angry, before turning back to her own fight.

daniel07 · Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 10:28 pm Post subject:

Daniel almost shouted in suprise as Hectate flipped out of the box. He held his cry back, instead striking his flame chord. A large circle of fire surrounded him, Burning down a small chair caught in the circumfrence. After ensuring he had some space he Set up a darkness chord, intent on a quick get away. As his finger held down the string one of the followers, a young man in his 20s, summoned a small Dog. Daniel almost laughed, until he realised the dogs teeth were formed of razor shard knives. The beast Dived through the fire, biting at Daniels heels. He released his chord, directing the flow of magic at the dog. A magnetic field opened inside the beats mouth, sucking in the dog, from the inside out.

He gagged, sick at what he had done. He had pretty much killed a living being. This sickened him more than whatever these People were doing. He held back a string of angry tears, snarling. Magic flowed through his hands into his guitar and he struck a chord. Two small hurricanes started spinning around the room, picking up anything that wasnt strapped to the ground. It lifted one of the hooded followers, the one who summoned the dog. Score. He set up another chord, touching the wall of wind with his magic. A charge of pure ice ran up it, freezing the wind into place. The followers feet were holding him onto the wall, leaving him free to still chant spells. He sent a fireball across the room, which narrowly missed Daniels face.

The smell of singed hair flowed from The boy, and he set up yet again another chord. Placing his hand on the wall he sent fire through it, knocking the follower unconcious as his head hit against the floor. Daniel whispered a quick "Sorry" before charging for a larger spell. He dropped his head, placing both hands on the fretboard. using the air to strike the chord he set out two spells interweaving, a dark spell and a fire spell. He sent this at the Leader, who blocked it with one hand. Howling in frustration Daniel punched wildly at him. His hand passed through, knocking the man called Caus out cold.

He glanced at Hectate. "Hes a bloody ilusion" He shouted, smiling triumphantly. He set up a chord for flames as Caus got up again, not checkong to see how hectate was faring.
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Who d'you think your fooling everything is Dead! Now you welcome me to a town called hypocrisy.

Jesanel · Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 3:30 am Post subject:

Hecate, with a glance out of the corner of her eye, relaxed some. This boy had potential ... whatever magic he used, it was new and promised growth in the future. Thusly, she found herself able to concentrate on her own affairs. While Tormak continued in mauling on of the followers, Hecate managed to knock the other on the ground, and felt the anger coursing through her veins. Inhuman energy surged through her, and she recognized the feeling. The strength built up inside of her - she was not changing yet, this was only extra strength, perhaps triggered by her own plight, or the starting of her body reaction.

She gave an astounding kick to the robed follower, her boot almost digging into the flesh. Bending over him, she grasped her hands around his neck mercilessly, the rage running through her fingers pressing them tighter and tighter against his skin. The man gasped and wheezed, and this only encouraged Hecate further. She wanted it, so much, for this man to die by her hands ... she couldn't stop the urge. Within a few moments, he became lifeless.

Tormak, having bloodied his share of the work, looked over to her, blooded snout and all, with a mad expression on his wolf face, as if the feeling was contagious. But more and more, Hecate felt herself losing control. And then, she couldn't trust herself. She jumped to her feet, glaring over in the 'illusion's' direction. So that's what he was? Couldn't be man enough to be here in person? Ha, she could have guessed!

She dashed forward a few steps and then stumbled to the ground, crying out. Her bones were disfiguring. It was happening. Tormak's eyes danced as he bounded to her side, a wild energy running through his body. Hecate, with a growl, looked up at Daniel.

"I'm changing!" she snarled, her back arching and bones cracking.