Dragons and Magic II: The Hunt for DreamWeaver

[wolfknight20]

A fine help you are drow leaving me to tend this doom sayer I'm gonna get out this silly human form wile i have the chance here he stepped of a little distance so as not to startle the horse and shifted to his real form first came his wings long and black then his face began to swell and shift to a wolfs frame as did his body and last came his tail long and black with a fierce looking blade at the tip of his tail that if you looked carefully you would see was his sword in human form he gave a experimental flick of his tale at a near by tree and hued the sapling in two then turning back to the three he said in a some what growling boom that is better to have all four feet firmly on the ground and have my wings if i should need them then he laid down and put his head on his paws

 

[Bladesman]

Draken pulled to the horse to a stop and slid from the saddle. "Last time I checked half breed, I was getting the girl to safety and you had him well in hand. So enough of your whining, besides we wont have to worry about the doom sayer for much longer I think." He grinned evily and let his hand slide over the hilt of a kukri and caress the hilt of it lightly and in a meanful way as he looked at the doomsayer.

"Now then you worthless piece of filth, it would be about time you start spilling what you know about the Doom and about the Red Mountain. Oh and if you dont, well..... People aren't afraid of drow for nothing." The evilness was evident in his voice as he spoke to the doomsayer.

 

[Wolfsister]

The Doomsayer merely smirked at the two males. The one that transformed earned only a sneer and the dark drow that threatened him so willingingly even less then that. He simply ignored the two of them and stared at the girl in their midst. She wasn't nearly so much a girl as a young woman, but for all the weapons she carried, not even bothering to hide them, she looked innocent and unassuming. There was a haunted quality in her eyes that bespoke of things that could only be guessed at, their horror so great he did not want to contemplate the true meaning behind those eyes.

Tiana stared right back him, her eyes wide as she stepped up for a closer look. She too ignored the drow and the draconic wolf. She did not reach for her weapons and there was a puzzled, confused look in her eyes. She did not shout, she did not cry - she just whispered quietly, "Tell me what you know,"

The doomsayer instantly began to quail and quiver with fear and such was his anxiety that the only thing that came out of his mouth at her request was stuttering gibberish.

 

[wolfknight20]

im not a halfbreed thank you i happen to be a constructed and if this fool doesnt start talking sense can i eat him im hungry

 

[Angelus]

Garik stood there for a second and looked at Nahele, unable to concentrate on anything else except for the beautiful woman that stood before him. His first thought was to reach out and take her in his arms. He had not had a woman in many moons and a large part of him wanted her. There was a voice inside his head though that told him to stop and prepare for the trip that was to come. He stood there for a second longer and watched Nahele as she continued to stand there. It was then that he remembered the clothing he held in his hand and handed it to her with a laugh.

He slowly turned and kept laughing at his stupid mistake. He knew though that it was not going to be his last before he went back to his pack. He looked through it for nothing specific before he closed it up, lifted it up and turned back to Nahele. When he saw that she had not put the tunic he had offered her on he looked down at the ground and said, "I hate to say this but I think that we should think about leaving. If we are to find out what is threatening the world, what is causing everything to act the way that it is then I think we should leave as soon as we can."

 

[_kyrie_]

Nahele kept her arms outstretched, his large tunic laying across her forearms. She watched him closely with deep longing but then he suddenly turned away, as though in disgust. Her heart seized but she kept her head tilted up, her chin pointing forward proudly.

This was the second time he had rejected her in as many days. She would have an explanation this time. She was not as wanton as so many of her fellow Wood Nymph's were, but she did have very specific needs and she was sure this huge warrior would be able to satisfy those needs very nicely.

"You are not... interested in me then Garrick? You do not wish ... wish to lay with me at all?"

Finally, her lips trembled slightly, betraying the depth of her hurt.

 

[Angelus]

Garik stood there and then the depth of his stupidity dawned on him. He wanted to open his mouth and shout out to the sky so that the gods could look down and laugh at just how stupid he was. He wondered if he would scare Nahele if he did though and kept his mouth shut then looked at her.

"I must admit that it has been many a moon since I have been with a woman. I will also admit that I want nothing more than to take you in my arms and lay with you. I did not realize just how stupid I was being and that is what you want."

He dropped the pack to the ground, moved to Nahele, took her in his arms and ran his fingers over her smooth skin before he kissed her. As he did he wondered if she still wanted this. He knew that he would find out soon enough and continued to kiss her.

 

[LittleSprite2]

Idrial

Idrial wasnt sure what she expected to happen but the way opened for them and she motioned for those who were with her to follow. She moved slowly sword in one hand her other along the cave wall as she walked entering the cave she paused a moment to let her night vision adjust to the darkness before continuing carfully moving and watching for any lose stones or traps as she went..

 

[_kyrie_]

He startled her when he took her into his arms. She had already determined he was not interested in her at all, perhaps even that he was not interested in women at all, no matter their race.

His arms were so strong, they crushed her to his body and she cried out for a split second before she succumbed to the kiss she had be craving from the moment she spied him in the deep forest.

This was the reason she had taunted and teased him deeper into the forest, this was the reason she could never let him go now. His lips lay claim to hers and she moaned against them, her body molded to his and his arms tightened ever tighter, as though to crush her into his very soul

 

[Angelus]

As he kissed her Garik knew that he had never felt anything like this before. She was so much different to any woman he had kissed or held in his arms before and his first thought was that he never wanted to let her go. It was true that he had never truly seen a wood nymph until now and had not really trusted her but she had not done anything to think she would hurt him, in fact she had done the exact opposite. She had saved his life and that was one thing he would never forget.

He began to run his hands over her back, once again feeling the smooth skin under his fingers. She was truly the most perfect being he had ever been with and it made him never want to leave her or this forest ever again. He moved away from her slowly but took her back into his arms before she would get worried and started to lower her down onto the forest floor. Once he had lay her down Garik looked down at Nahele with a smile and said, "You truly are beautiful. I am sorry."

With that he kissed her again, his hands moving over her body as he did.

 

[_kyrie_]

Nahele spun her special web of magic around them. It both enhanced and lengthened their time together. Stopping time for a finite moment to allow them to explore each other, emotionally, mentally and physically without disruption from the outside world; be it evil or good.

Garik's lips claimed her more forcefully. The protective weave of her magic freeing the last restraints of his mind and body. Nahele took him in completely, reveling in the pure male force of him. His muscles, his drive and manhood. Her cries rang out through the forest as they mated and loved. She flew higher and went deeper than ever she had before.

Finally, she had found her true mate and her heart and body soared with joy and happiness.

 

[Angelus]

Garik had never felt anything like this before. He knew it was something he would never get with a human female and knew that after this he would never want one ever again. He had found his partner, both in heart and soul in the one that he was with now. She was truly the most perfect female in the world and he never wanted to let that go.

As he lay next to her, feeling her with him he knew that there was no other place he wanted to be, no other person he wanted to be with. He truly loved her and that surprised him. He thought that he had felt love before, he thought that he had found love with the women he had been with but now he knew he was very wrong. He looked at her with a smile and said, "I love you Nahele. You are more than I ever thought I would have in this world. I am sorry that I spurned you too many times but I will never do that again. That I promise you."

He kissed her again, feeling nothing more than happiness and pure joy running through his entire body. He knew now where he belonged. Something pulled on him though although he knew he did not want to admit it. He knew that Nahele and himself had something they had to do. He cleared his head of that thought and lay down next to her, closing his eyes as he did.

 

[_kyrie_]

Warm light surrounded the couple laying on the forest floor. Nahele rejoiced. She had found her Mate, a human, a man not of her kind but still, her Mate. He fit her perfectly, his mind and soul and his body! Had Nahele been a cat, she would have been drooling as he fit his large shaft inside her.

They rocked in rhythm to the wind and the sound of the birds. Leaves rustled beneath them, cushioning the sound of their bodies as they slapped together. Nahele's fingers curled into the dark soil as her body soared. She heard Garik's declaration of love and screamed her own in return.

Garik suckled her lips and she his. She mimicked his every movement, every touch until she could no longer hold back her joy and erupted with a symphony of cries rarely heard by human ears. The sound so pure and beautiful, it alone drove Garik over the edge until he filled her completely with his hot, sweet seed.

 

[LittleSprite2]

Idrial

If anyone lights a torch warn me first so i can close my eyes and let them adjust to it.. she said over her sholder as she continued forward.. they moved along the tunnel like path for sevral feet.. she could tell however that they were going at a down word angle and were probably sevral miles below ground lvl by now...

she could see a dim light at in the distance and an area that looked as tho it opened up into a wider ether corador or chamber... So far they had run into no resistance and that in its self made Idrial nervious.. tho she didnt suppose the Drow or any other creatures would willingly live near a Draco lich unless in its survice somehow..

She had expected at least a guard or more undead... what were these tests the lizard man had mentioned that they would face ??

the tunnel did indeed open up into a large cavern a small puddle of water on the floor in the middle.. of unknown depth.. there were three branches out of the cavern asside from the one they had come from... they would have to climb down to reach the other tunnels..

There were also bones scattered here and there.. mostly of lizardmen from the looks of them but then this had been a sacred place to them and was no surprise that the bones here were mostly theres..

a chil went up Idrials spine as she remembered the swamp and how neatly they had been trapped in the middle of all those undead and had to fight there way out.. only there friends fire magic had saved them last time..... she was tempted to tell them all to turn back that they wrent prepaired for the Draco lich how could they expect to fight one such as that..

She took a calming breath insted and begain to move forward.. If they could find the containter that held Dream Wavers soul and distroy it .. then Dreamweaver would be free to take his vengenc out on the one or ones who enslaved him.... and then rest peacfully once more..

wait here.. i'll go first if they attack you have a better vantage point from here to fight from..

She begain to climb down careful not to break any of the bones of the dead scattered about unless by accident... if they didnt attack them then she didnt want to desecrate there resting place..

 

[Mantra]

Draken and Co.

"Now then you worthless piece of filth, it would be about time you start spilling what you know about the Doom and about the Red Mountain. Oh and if you don’t, well..... People aren't afraid of drow for nothing." The evilness was evident in Draken’s voice as he spoke to the doomsayer.


The doomsayer’s smirk did not change, if anything, it only seemed to bolster his resolution.

“Such ambition, such malicious delight, such arrogance.” He commented. “We chose well when we chose you, but the mighty drow are such a young race, filled with such petty evils.” The man shifted, practically lounging on the ground before Draken. “Is this all that you wish to know? All that tickles your devious little mind? Very well then; we shall break these poor wretches, these foolish beings, these sad mench. The humans, the elves, the taurians and yes, even the pitiable dragons upon their silly little mountain shall fall before us. The doom that is our herald is upon all such pathetic gatherings and communities. Chaos, anarchy, strife and villainy shall flow in our wake. The beautiful and all powerful corruption shall be loosed again upon the world.”

“But though you be our emissary, our agent, it is not to you that we revere…” the man lay down upon the ground and tilted his head back until his head lolled upside down and his gaze fell upon Tiana.

“It shall be you.”

 

[Mantra]

Idrial and Co.

The stone seemed to melt away, letting the adventurers pass through the stone slab and into the heart of DreamWeaver’s cairn. They emerged into a short tunnel, but behind them, the walls of the tunnel, to include the great slab they had entered through, was as solid as ever. Clearly, the only way out, was through the cairn. Worse, there were only three of them. Bass, Valanthne and Cormac, had all failed to pass through the wall.

The group moved slowly down the tunnel and through rooms filled with bones. Tension grew with each step and the temperature fell. As the light began to falter, the shadows seemed to move in unnatural ways and the feeling of hidden eyes watching tickled the backs of their minds. Fragments of whispers reached their ears even though silence weighed down on them from all sides. Soon the faint light was gone and the trio was left in total darkness. Now things seemed to scurry in the dark around them. O’Bonn and Idrial’s elvish eyes revealed the stone walls and let them guide Ona forward, but still there was no sign if what was around them.

The disjointed whispers gathered in cohesion, becoming a string of voices, many voices, still whispering in the darkness. As the whispers gained in strength, the trio recognized the sliding, hissing language of the Lizardlings, chanting in their own fashion. The tunnel opened into a large, circular room. More like a pit with a winding path around either side, twining between stalagmites. Always there was the sense of… something, on the path just ahead or just behind them. Occasionally, O’Bonn or Idrial would catch a glimpse of movement of a fragment of a wisp of mist, but nothing more.

Then they heard another hiss from among the whispers. Like when they stood before the door, each heard only the hiss of the Lizardling language, but each heard the words within their heads.

“Why have you come?”

The chill of the room deepened as a feeling of disapproval flowed into each of them.

“You trespass upon the holy grounds of the People and the Dreaming God. You are not welcome here.”

 

[wolfknight20]

so i take it drow that this be the thing what sent ya after the two of us as silver said this he raised his head from his paws where he had laid it and shook his head and added who is crazier the fool or those which fallow the fool

 

[LittleSprite2]

Idrial for once wasnt sure exactly how to awncer but considering they were facing powers beyond theres she decided truth was the best option.. She wished they could see a bit better but was at least greatful not to be as blinde in the dark at the moment as Ona was... We've come to help the dream god rest once more.. I Idrial Two Bloods ask that you let us pass..

If these truly were the lizard mens ghosts and there resting place as well as Dreaweavers then they would be pissed that there god was being so used and wish to have him at rest once more along with themselves... how that was accomplished however was antoher matter... however she thought that they might at lest have an idea where the phalacary might be hidden... even if that was all they gained was information it was better than nothing.. but with them being outsiders she wasnt sure they would recive any help at all ..

ona... be ready with your fire... if we have to fight our way out your power may be all that aids us right now.. Idrial wispered to Ona.. she knew O'Bonn would have heard her his hearing as sharp as her own and would be prepaired to close his eyes and let them adjust for the moment or two it would take so as not to be blinded if Ona needed to use her fire..

 

[AmenRa]

O'Bonn did indeed hear the same as Idrial, for Elven ears hear almost everything.

Thus did he unsheathe the scimitar given to him by the Dragonkind, and its name was Talon, and O'Bonn felt its power and heat as the blade cleared the sheath.

Power perceived was power achieved.

"Let them come," he whispered, "for we stand ready."

 

[Mantra]

Nahele and Garik

Nahele lay with her newfound lover, Garik, for long and happy moments before finally drifting off to sleep. In sleep, the wood nymph found peace, in peace, she found dreams...

...Nahele dreamed that she was flying, floating high, high above her home. Higher up than even the highest mountains she soared on a soft, endless breeze she glided, overseeing all the world around her. The sea of the green forest was below her in all directions, To the North there were the hills and mountains, the South lay the swamps and the sea, sparkling in the distance. To the West was the humans and their ant-like mazes they called 'cities' and the East streched into the great, flat and grassy plains into the horizon. Above her were only the slightly gray clouds which promised life-giving rain to the land below. All around and in every direction, the spirits of the land, of the elements, the creatures both intelligent and mute, cavorted and danced in their daily existence. It was utopia, and Nahele was an intragal part of this beauty and wonder.

Then there was the first rumble of thunder from above.

Nahele rolled over and looked upon the gathering clouds. Thunder and rain was nothing to fear, even the worst of storms were but an expression of nature. But instead of darkening, the mass of gathering thunderheads turned a crimson red. As she watched, faces began to appear among the clouds. Soon a thousand, non-descript faces, each face resembling an identical tragedy mask, looked down on the nymph and her world. With one voice, the masks called out with an unintelligible hunger towards the land.

Below, all the world seemed to be bathed in a hellish glow. With growing fear, Nahele looked to the south as a great, monsterous figure rose up, spreading massive and tattered leathery wings. An inhuman shriek rose from the shadow as the South fell under the shadow of those wings. To the North rose the unmistakable din of battle. The clash of metal on metal and the screams of the dying. The red hills and especially the lonely Red Mountain darkened further as rich and dark blood began oozing down, running in rivers through the valleys. In the West, Nahele looked and saw the human ant-cities, but they were distorted and jumbled, as if she looked through clear winter ice which had been cracked. A caucaphany of human laughter rose to here ears, but this was the high-pitched and maniacal cackling of madness and exasperation. Then there was the East and its wide open plains. A swarm of flickering lights fled eastward in escape; reckless and panicked flight, without order or goal. Into the plains they ran...the wide and endless and empty plain...to be swallowed by the nothingness that awaited them in their imagined safety.

But worse that all this was the horror which Nahele saw below her in her ancient, powerful and beautiful forest. With another scream, the tragedy masks fell from the sky, past Nahele where she floated and down into the forests and among the creatures, animals and spirits of the land. Some of the spirits turned and fought, only to be ripped asunder and devoured by the masks. Sometimes the creatures of the forest turned and fled but often the masks struck down the creatures, consuming them or the striken beings would rise, now wearing the mask and turn on their former brethren. More masks fell and their chaos spread into every corner of the world. Then for a moment, there was a parting in the red couds, A sliver of darkness revealed ... something... Something huge, something vile and evil beyond words lingered beyond the clouds...waiting. She could smell sulpher and hear laughter from the hiding thing. A trilling and pleasant laughter, but still sending chills up her spine. The laughter was male, but.. also sounded female ... as if alternating from one to the other and back.

It was then that nearly a dozen of the falling masks halted their decent and froze, slowly turning their empty eyes slits upon Nahele as she hovered. Seconds seemed to stretch into eternity as the masks stared at her. Her fear growing until finally the masks rushed forward, each calling out in one voice, projecting their hunger as they came to rip her soul apart. Nahele screamed in pure terror...


..and woke in the arms of her human lover.

 

[Wolfsister]

Tiana watched the Doomsayer. He was at such odd with himself and she inspected him while he spoke as one would inspect a particularily interesting insect. She did not heed the words the tumbled from his mouth. A litany of evil predictions that caught none of her interest. It was all the same to her. It said the same thing... wanted the same things... was the same thing. Over and over again. She sighed and was about to walk away when something stopped her and she finally drank in his words.

"It shall be you."

Tiana squinted down at the now lounging man and blinked. Her mind could not comprehend what he had said. Her heart thudded against her chest as something primal and instinctual passed through her. She lips curled into a snarl and she shook her head at him. Her voice, when it came was not her own. It contained many, deeper and lighter at the same time. Male and female intertwined. It was all and it was one.

What do you know of our Vessel? Of our Need? What do you know? And who do you speak for?

The Voices were curious, nothing more. They inclined her head to the side, to mirror Their curiosity. A thin stream of blood pooled beneath her nose, Their control of her body causing something to break inside her brain whenever They chose to manifest inside her.

 

[Angelus]

Garik awoke as soon as he heard Nahele cry out. He reached over for his sword and got to his feet quickly, his eyes scanning the forest for any enemies. When he did not see anything he looked down at Nahele and saw that she was laying there in a ball, tears in her eyes. He went to her then and placed his sword on the ground to reach for her. He wanted to ask her what had hurt her and raised his head to look out into the forest once more. It was then that he realized what had hurt her had not been something physical, it had been magical in nature and that was somethng he could not fight with a sword or even with brute force.

He knelt there, ran a hand over her face and felt as useless as a newborn baby. He wished that whatever had done this to Nahele was corporeal, was something he could reach out and touch so that he could run it through with his sword. This was something that he could not reach out and either touch or kill and it was something that he hated more than anything in this world. He did not trust magic with every fibre of his being and wanted nothing more than to kill every magic user that he laid his hands on which made him being with one funny.

As he ran his fingers over her face he wished that Nahele would open her eyes, look at him and tell him what had happened.

 

[_kyrie_]

Nahele couldn't breath. The masks spat at her, spewing blood as they rushed her. She watched helplessly as trees felled beside her, seared by the blood and evil seeping from behind the horrid masks.

She tried to run but found her feet mired in a trench of mud and more blood. The trees screamed as fire torched their tops and acrid rain singed their roots. Nahele reached for Garik and came up with empty air. Her lungs burned from lack of air and the acidic rain. She fought to get away, screaming out as pain seared in to her abdomen.

She was going to die, just as her beautiful forest was dying and Garik was there. She was going to fail him as well. She clawed at the deep mists veiling her consciousness, fighting her way back to her mate, the man she loved above all others; even her forest home.

 

[Mantra]

Idrial and Co.

Idrial’s comments touched off a chorus of whispers and soft hisses all around them. The multitude of faint voices overlapping and mixing as to be incoherent, but the same voice resounded clearly inside their heads.

“The Dreaming God is in torment. His body perverted, his mind corrupted, and his soul imprisoned. We curse the one who tortures our God, this one who makes the Dead Ones and calls himself ‘Master’. This one has defiled our sacred place, our resting place and leeches its power.”

“This false master must the destroyed and the Dreaming God returned to his rest.”

 

[Mantra]

Eva'se Entry Post

Trennau was a city on the edge of one of the largest and oldest forests in the known world. It was a large and well constructed city, a place where humans had settled and through their city and industry, the humans had forced their will upon the world, carving out settlements in the valley and forests proper. Whatever the humans might be, for good or ill, they had thrived, becoming a major power in this area. Trennau even had some relations with the High Elves living within the forests.

Of course, it was also a city on the edge of total anarchy.

A strange wave of erratic behavior and near finalism had settled over the city inhabitants. Violence was rampant as a combination of gloom and desperation turned neighbor against neighbor, friend against friend. Doomsayers were prevalent, preaching the end of the world or the coming of mysterious dark omens. Order and stability was on the verge of collapse, the city guard was running to and fro, trying to crack down on the insanity or shutting away the crazy lunatics as they appeared. Yet even as they struggled to maintain order, they too often succumbed to violence or desperation.

Eva’se ducked down a side street, avoiding a brawl in the street ahead which threatened to draw the frayed bystanders into the melee. The fight didn't concern him, but he greatly feared that the fortune teller he had heard of would have either died or fled the city.

It had been nearly a year since his sister had died, killed at the hands of some black mission that he had known little about or really understood. He had however, learned that her soul had been captured and that somehow, recovering his sister's soul was key to his own destiny and power. Eva'se had made it his one overriding goal to recover his sister. Long had he searched, scryed and hunted with both magical and mundane methods. Finally he had heard that there was supposably an old woman who was reputed to be able to traffic with the spirits of the dead and was not overly particular with whom she did business, so long as the coin was right.

At last he had come to the tiny little hovel in the back streets of this Gods-cursed city. He only hoped he wasn't too late....