8 Tiers of 8 Gods

[Morgoth]

"That wagon wheel came off of royal Gildan carriage. It looks like the princess did disappear around here. Scavenge around. Maybe you'll find something else", said Gran, drying his face, and with it, the concealed tears.

A fire. Burning bright red. Dranz stands there, sword in hand. A noble-looking carriage sits before him. A man backs away from him. "No, no. Please don't. Please!" he begs, falling back stumbling. Dranz takes a step, bringing his sword down and tearing into the fallen man. He takes two more steps, tearing the carriage's door off. Two women huddle together. He grabs one, pulls her out. The other one clutches for her, accidentally grabbing Dranz. Dranz spins about and buries a dagger in her throat. The other woman breaks into loud sobs and Dranz slaps her, hard. He throws her to the ground. Then, he pushes the carriage into the fire. The girl is beautiful, but blood spills from her lip and broken cheek. Dranz steps forward and pushes her kneeling form down. He stands, raising the sword above him. "Why?" she asks. His eyes widen in shock. Her voice plays with his soul. Her voice- so innocent, so full of life. A tear comes to his eye. "In the name of the Weapon Masters! I'm sorry! Please forgive me Gods!" he screams as he stabs into her chest. She takes one more breath, then is still. Dranz collapses, falling to the ground, curling up as he begins to cry. Visions in visions. Fallen Gandria through the memories of his memories. He screams.

His eyes fly open. The tears have stopped. How long was he just kneeling there, eyes closed? Too long.

 

[lycanthropedude]

Karey

Karey searched around the clearing, but found nothing new. Perhaps she had missed something; she glanced around for a spot she hadn't searched. Still seeing nothing, she turned to the others.

"I haven't found anything. What might we be looking for?"

The hulking man seemed to come out of a trance as he turned to acknowledge her but said nothing.

"Can you track? Or did they even leave one?" she said to Dranz

 

[Morgoth]

"You're looking for any indications that there was foul play involved. As for tracking, it's useless. There are fake tracks all around here that just go in big, looping circles. Noticed them when I got to the bank. So tracking's out of the question. I'm starting to form an idea, but see if you can't find anything", he explained.

 

[Vixandra]

Sierra

Looking around, sniffing every so often Sierra looked around the site. Kneeling by the ground she picked up some dirt and brought it close to her face.
"Human blood," she said, voice void of emotion. "About a quarter fortnight old or so, probably female."
Moving a bit further she grabbed some more dirt. "More blood- this does not bode well. At least two humans died here. Ill tidings this is indeed."
Turning her dragonic eyes to Ren, Sierra asked, "Are we going to pull the carriage out?"

 

[cats]

Ren

IC: I didn't like the idea of humans dieing here. If the princess is dead so to are many people in Florence and Gilda. 'Should we pull it out.' "I don't know, I thought you were leading this group."

I moved over to the cariage once more. "Well with the fve of us I think we can do it." I swam out to it once more. I looked around and dove down to the bottum of the river. It was coated in firm dirt ratehr then mud. I went back up to the top. "We could move it but rope would be very useful." I sat tehre thinking on it for a moment.

"This seems like alot of work. Sure we can't track it or something." I glanced up and the big man was right. Well no one found any thing. "What happened to the bodies? Can any one tell?" It didn't apear they were simply thrown into the river. They must of been carried. "Can we possibly track them?" I looked over at the door to the cariage still shut. "Why not?"

I opened the door and jumped in threw it. Once I reached the bottom I began anotehr search for something useful. Any clue we could used had likely been lost but still it was worth a try. I found the gagged remains of a red glass bottle. I ignored it at first but looked again when I saw that tehre were two top halves to these red bottles of wine. I grabed them both and swam to the surface once more.

"Well I found a bit of a clue." I held up the shatered glass. "There is a mercenary known as Yondal the Blue. He's a strange one and drinks alot of wine. For some strange reason though he always smashes a wine he finishes out fo a red bottles. Some say he does it for luck." Personally I guess he is obsesive complulsive. "I've bumped into him once or twice before. He prefers Mountin caves to hdie in. They are esay to defend. That lone Moutin over there seems to be the closest and most likely place. If we are dealing with him."

 

[Morgoth]

Dranz stood, sighing. "Well, it's a lead, anyway. Let's try it out. I suggest diplomacy before combat, by the way", said Dranz.

 

[cats]

Ren

IC: "Diplomacy before combat. I can see that but I feel avoiding interaction at all would be even better. I'm not the type to willing risk my life for no reason." I looked up at the big guy "But that comes latter"

OOC: Speaking of combat, maybe it's time we have atleast a conflict.

IC: Random goon: I was up on the mountin ledge. I could of swarn that the cariage would of been long gone by now. This group seems to be quite interested in it. I wonder if they know what it is? Prehaps I should report back.

 

[Vixandra]

"Those mountains," Sierra said pointing. Ren nodded. She paled visibly. "Okay, I said I'd follow you but I for one don't think that's a good idea."
The group looked at her as if asking why.
"Sorry- can't say why. Politics and secrets- we're just going to have to be careful. Any of you work healing magic? That might come in handy if we're going there."
She tried obviously to resnag her good humor. She could take on any damn henchmen, she mused forcefully. Yeah- this would help her make a name for herself other then Magnus' daughter.
"Lets go kick some butt... I mean gather information," Sierra said after taking a deep breath.

 

[Morgoth]

Dranz stood slowly. "Might as well go now. No sense in wasting time", he said grimly. He took stock of the group, calculating their apparent strengths and weaknesses. As the group began to move, he moved to Sierra. He stepped in close, and she began to step back in surprise, but he gave her a serious look that stopped her. He walked straight ahead, bu he spoke lightly from the corner of his mouth. "We're being watched. Can you feel the eyes on you as well? Do you know how many there are?"he asked softly.

 

[lycanthropedude]

Karey

Karey was still taking delite in watching these mortals; she would accompany then to the mountain.

Karey stopped short infront of the behemoth and girl, almost bringing them all to the ground as they walked right into her. She had felt something, something that had disrupted her inner rhythm.

A evil mind was near and the negative thoughts of the individual...yes, there was only one that she could feel...their thoughts seeped and clanked into her mind as a crone attempting to sing along with the bard.

Karey apologized to Dranz and Sierra, then hastened over to Ren," Someone bad is watching us. I can sing a tune to bring them out and be complacent, then you may question them," she whispered. " I will need to sing continually, and you must not attack him, else my hold on him be lost."

 

[cats]

Ren

IC: Blissfully unaware I began to move toward the mountain side. I had taken no more then a step when Karey knocked over the other two. Thats very strange, I suppose the others weren't paying attention, otherwise there is no way a girl that small could knock over a half dragon and a big guy like Dranz.

Karey then walked over to me. She spoke softly under her breath, as if she wanted no one to hear. 'Someone bad is watching us. I can sing a tune to bring them out and be complacent, then you may question them. I will need to sing continually, and you must not attack him, else my hold on him be lost.'

Okay so she is crazy. Great we have a loon in this party. Who the hell is leading this thing any ways? Why do people come to me I'm not a leader of any sort. Wait a minute what the hell does that matter, the loon. "Um, yeah you do that." I began to walk slowly toward Sierra and Dranz. We have to think about this, Karey will be a nuisance if she acts crazy like this in that cave.

I casually stand next to the others. I make eye contact with each and look over my shoulder to make sure Karey wasn't in ear shot. I then softly spoke. "Karey seems to act poorly under the excitement. I think she's gone crazy."

 

[Vixandra]

"She's crazy... and he thinks I'm psychic," Sierra said distastefully. The gloves were coming off, as the saying goes. She'd been rather sweet lately, an oddity she was sure had been helped along by the rather large dose of fine mountain Venison her aunt had given her.
Now her normaly fiery nature was reasserting itself. "Yeah- there's something or someone out there and it isn't wishing us well."
Pulling her sai out she moved to stand behind Ren, facing away from him. "We're surrounded, aren't we, Dranzy-boy?"

 

[Morgoth]

"Item 1: I don't think you're psychic. I just figured with the blood that does flow through you, you'd notice their presence. By the Gods, I'm just a human and I noticed their presence an hour ago. Item 2: Yeah. We're most definitely surrounded. And for some wierd reason, I don't think they wanna talk", Dranz said slowly, looking disfavorably at Sierra. Maybe he'd been wrong to with a party. perhaps solo work would have been more productive and quicker. Not like it mattered now. Fat lot of good it would do him if he were to slink off.

 

[cats]

Ren

IC: Okay Sierra says we are surounded, the big guy think we are surounded as well and takes the time to corect Sierra, and the otehr elf lady, whats her name, Karey feels she can charm people by singing. This entire group is crazzy, how so? What about me, you ask? I'm crazzy to be here with them. Really doing something good like this isn't even in my nature.

I here a faint russle in the bushes behind me and look at them. On the other side of the river was a set of green plants, trees, bushes, and shrubs, and for a minute I begin to wonder if they are right.

A cool breeze passes threw and there is a slight rattle of the leaves. Then there is nothing. I walk towards the hill side. "I think were all a little pressured at the moment. Really their is nothing." I here anotehr wind like sound, and an arrow lands at my feet. "Crap."

I broaden my shoulders to gain moire protection from my cloak. "Why is it I always under estimate Yondal the Blue?" I look around. "Okay their is one on the hill in front of us, where are the others?" I take a quick look to the sides, "And what happened to Soryan? Where did he escape to?"

OOC: Since silver has been gone for over 20 days I figured I'd move his character out of the plot with out killing him off.

 

[Vixandra]

Sierra

"No harm ment," Sierra said, flashing a smile at Dranz. "Shaking of the last trendles of pleasentness forced upon me by Venison- a weakness of sorts. Back to normal now and rather miffed we're surrounded. I shouldn't have taken it out on you, sorry 'bout that."
A spot between my wings itches- then an arrow flys out before Ren's feet. He asks where Soryan's run off too.
"Not a clue," I say quietly to him, not turning to look. I yell into the trees, "Well, we've established that your there and aren't too friendly, want to come out and play or are we going to do this the hard way?"
Grandstanding- dragon's favorite past times. Though I didn't think I'd ever use what I'd learned from watching them. I undid the main clasp on my cloak- all that kept it on now was a quickrelease button in front. Just in case.

 

[Morgoth]

Dranz nodded to Sierra, accepting the apology. His hand lingered on the grip of his greatsword as he spoke. "We would desire a peaceful conclusion with you."