Dragons and Magic II: The Hunt for DreamWeaver

[DvsV]

Eva'se slid into the hovel, casting a quick stealth spell that reduced any sound around his body by half, and continued his investigation of the small dank room. In respect of the old woman he did not completely disappear, but still... caution in this city proved a large requirement.

In the far corner he saw a frail and seemingly old form that may have been the one he sought, yet without confirmation there was no way Eva'se was going to approach. Thinking what the hell why not Eva'se unwound the spell that clouded sound and motioned at the figure, in effect asking for a seat, while he scanned the room again.

"I have heard tell that you can commune with the spirits, for a fee. Is this true?" Eva'se asked the figure before him, mentally preparing himself for the disappointment he would undoubtedly find once more...

 

[LittleSprite2]

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.”

If you will accept our aid we will seek out and distroy this man who calls himself your gods master.. do you know a name, other than master, or perhaps the name of one close to him?? or where he keeps the dreaming gods soul traped? Idrial asked.

knowing that it was possable that if they were bound only to this place then they might not know any more than what had already been said, but hoped that they were not and as spirits were able to roam free enough to have more information then what they had already passed on to them..

 

[wolfknight20]

great silver said we not only follow a mad man we have a side show freak we are a odd group mad man leader two side show freaks and a evil elf hey here a idea lets join a circus we ought to be welcome with open arms

 

[Bladesman]

Draken reached forward to steady Tiana. He looked at the blabbering doomsayer and at Silver as well. "Tiana since you seem to understand him, where do we go from here?" As he asked the question, Draken looked at his warhorse and pondered something. He ran his handover the stallion's neck and grinned to himself, they could make better time if they were ahorse.

"Tiana, can you ride a horse alone? Silver can you or would you perfer to stay in the form your in?"

 

[Mantra]

Idrial and Co.

"If you will accept our aid we will seek out and destroy this man who calls himself your gods master.. Do you know a name other than master, or perhaps the name of one close to him?? or where he keeps the dreaming gods soul traped?" Idrial asked of the spirits.

The whispered hisses again issued up from around them all and coalesed into words within their minds.
"A name he has, but the dead no not speak it, nor do the living servants that steal corpses to make Dead Ones in his name. We know that it was he, this False Master, who defiled the Dreaming God's body and mind. He who captured his soul and uses him as a slave. The Dreaming God's soul is ever close, but moves about the caern. Find the False Master, break the shell, free his soul, vengence will come."

"Yet beware you who seek the False Master, for he is not the greatest evil that lies here. Within the heart of our resting place, lies a place of power. Our holiest of places where we, the shaman of the People, would come to commune with our God, to work our magics and to die. Here hides the corruption, the thing that fuels the False Master's eternal slaves, the One of Many Faces."

"Destroy the Master, free our God, cleanse the heart."

 

[LittleSprite2]

We shall do so, spirits, or die trying..and thank thee for thy aid.. Idrial said and waited hoping that they would be allowed to pass and continue to the heart as they called in to find this fauls master and save Rhys as well as the rest of there relm by freeing Dreamweaver and putting him to rest once more..

 

[Angelus]

Garik looked at Nahele and wished that he could do something, anything to help her but knew that even with his size and strength there was nothing he could do. She was being attacked by something he could never strike with any weapon known to him. He wanted to shout at her and shake her, do anything to wake her up but knew that it would not be any good. Instead he just sat there and watched.

As he sat there only one thought was with him, Come back to me Nahele. I know that you cannot hear me but come back to me. I don't want to live this life without you.

He just hoped she could hear him.

 

[_kyrie_]

Nahele felt Garik's anguish through her pain and fear. She heard his words calling to her through the visages of dark magic and evil doing. Her hand twitched, reaching for his, just a slight movement but enough to let him know she was fighting her way back to him.

His gentle voice, anguished and strained, lit the way for her return. After what felt like hours to both, her hand squeezed his, her eyelids fluttered but closed again with exhaustion. She squeezed his hand again, letting him know she was still there, still struggling to return. His hands stroked her face and her hair, continually speaking to her, calling her back to him.

Nahele sat straight up, gasping for air, as though having been deprived for much too long. Her chest hurt and her eyes burned still from the smoke of the burning forests and the acidic rain that fell around her in her dream state.

"Garik!" She cried out, blinded by the smoke, the rain and the dream. She felt him embrace her, holding her small body tightly to his and she cried. She cried and cried until there were no tears left and still her body trembled in shock; fear of the future weighing heavily upon her small shoulders.

 

[Mantra]

Draken and Co.

"What do you know of our Vessel? Of our Need? What do you know? And who do you speak for?" Tiana hissed.

The man whirled his legs around, kicking them out as momentum to stand up again. With the same sarcastic smirk he stood before Tiana.
"Everything..." he whispered seductively in her ear. "Quiet now little ones. The time will come soon."

He then turned towards the waiting drow.
"I see you have united your...team. Are you ready for your next mission?After all, Nindyn nindel ph' yibin lu' nauxxizz zhal tlu slain a nindyn nindel ph' stronger. "

 

[AmenRa]

The High Warrior O'Bonn rested his gauntleted hand upon Idrial's shoulder.

His touch was to be reassuring, and let her know he stood with her.

Just like he hoped she would stand with him.

Perhaps this was not the time, but perhaps it was.

Somewhere, the Fay watched them, and they whispered to him. They would stand witness as he turned Idrial to face him.

"When finished with this task we are," he said to her, "it would honor me greatly if you would climb the steps of the Great Palace with me, and there stand beside me to face my father and mother during the Festival of Seasons, whereupon we shall say the sacred vows."

His armor prevented him from going down on one knee. Nor did he have a suitable necklace or bracelet to give to her.

"Answer me yes, M'lady," he asked, "for I would only be a half without you to complete my whole."

 

[wolfknight20]

silver looked at the drow and said drak i hate to brake it to ya but this is my true form so i can stay in this form and i would prefer to so i can stretch my wings if its alright with you and far as our next mission goes i want ta know whats in it for me before i do any thing for ya

 

[Mantra]

Eva'se

Eva'se moved into the hovel. The air inside was unusually warm and heavy with a mixture of incense and herbs. The room was very small and through a curtained doorway, he spied an equally small bedroom. The entire place seemed cluttered from floor to celing with stuff of every description.

he took the seat the woman indicated, settling into a plush if somewhat worn highbacked chair before a tiny round table.
"I have heard tell that you can commune with the spirits, for a fee. Is this true?" he finally asked.

The woman came forward, her features revealed as she lit a pair of candles. The woman was not old as he had first thought, but unusually thin and frail-looking for being only what appeared to be her mid-twenties. Her unkempt hair fell to her waist in long, black ribbons and bound by a hair comb which failed to capture many loose strands. Her narrow face was smooth save for a scar which ran from the the middle of her lower lip, down to the base of her chin. Two golden rings were pinned through that scar, leaving the impression that her lip was held together by the rings. Dark, puffy bags were under here eyes but those eyes were strikingly clear, energetic and deep blue.

"I do not fear the spectres which inhabit our world, nor the denizens of the underworld or the angels above. Sometimes I have been able to barter gifts and favors with these beings and somethimes these beings whisper secrets to me. I can do many things if the spirits are willing...and if I am as well."

"What is it you seek in these troubled times, elf?"

 

[DvsV]

"What is it you seek in these troubled times, elf?"

Eva'se thought hard about how to best phrase his next words, for they may well be the factor between him getting what he wanted, or being given yet another imitators lies.

"I wish for that which is mine, that which has both my blood and my spirit. I wish for that which has been taken from me and which must be returned to me," I said, slowly growing quieter yet more possesive by the second as I answered, growling out the last bit while barely masking my desire to have her soul back with me, albeit in a different fashion.

Eva'se sat back and awaited the womans answer with suspicion. Would she know what it was that I sought, He wondered...

 

[LittleSprite2]

Some of Idrials tension eased from her at O'Bonn's reasuring touch glad he was still at her side. Ona as well was still with them, and she wondered what her thoughts were.. She was suprised and yet not when O'Bonn perposed, it truly was not the palce or time but...

Should they survive he was telling her that he loved her enough that he would face his family for her, and she could do no less for she returned his feelings.. She also knew that if she died he would protect Rhys and continue her search for her brother...

If he died and she lived she would journy to his family and tell them of his fate as he had asked of her, along with protecting Rhys and finding her brother.. If they both died well... may the gods protect and watch over those in need and provide them the means, strenght and courage to survive..

Rise O'Bonn... My awncer should we survive this is yes... for i do love thee.. and together we shall see what the fates have in store.. She gave O'Bonn her hand to help him stand and kissed him before turning to continue there way to the heart of Dreamweavers lair in search of this master of the undead..

 

[Wolfsister]

Tiana stiffened as the doomsayer came closer to her, but relaxed as he whispered in her ear, "Quiet now little ones. The time will come soon."

Strangely enough, she trusted his words, though she knew not who he really was. He was stranger to her, and stranger to anyone, truth be told. But she trusted him, and she relaxed, the voices in her head going silent at his command. She did not, though she should have, think this strange. It all just seemed right in some way.

Then Tiana shuddered and smiled at him, turning to Draken a minute later, "So, what do we do now?"

 

[Angelus]

As he held her close Garik wondered what was wrong with Nahele, he wondered what she was going through and what he could do to help. He knew all he could do at the moment was sit beside her, hold her in his arms and comfort her but several questions kept coming back to him. What was going on with her? Why was it not happening to him and did it have something to do with the Nyght Spyrit?

There was only two things he did know though, two things that he hated above all other things. This was the work of dark magic and had something to do with what was happening in the world and there was not a thing he could do with. He knew that in his tribe there were people, shamans that were used to dealing with all things magic but Garik knew he was not one of them. He was used to seeing something with his own two eyes and putting the end to it with the tip of his sword.

His fist clenched when he thought of these things but with them he came to a realization. Nahele and himself had to get out of this grove and see what they could do to fix whatever was making it happen. He also knew they had to get it all done as soon as Nahele opened her eyes and was ready to travel.

 

[Bladesman]

"Tiana, can you ride a horse of your own? If so we will get you a horse soon, if not you will ride behind me." Draken looked over at Silver and stroked his jaw thougtfully. He pondered a moment while he looked Silver over carefully.

"Very well you won't need a horse which will save on any expenses that we will have. As far as what is in it for you, well your life first and foremost and second, at the end of the quest is great rewards of wealth and power. Continue through without being a problem and you will get a share. Cause a problem and you will find yourself without a life. Or I could just let you get captured by the kingdom guards, or perhaps turn you over to my royal wizard whom I'm certain would enjoy unmaking you and making you into something he perferred, perhaps an inanimate statue. But as I say, the choice is yours."

With that said, he walked over to the Doomsayer and nodded to him. "Get on with it."

 

[wolfknight20]

silver sneered at draks back well arnt you mister sunny given my choices ill go with ya for now till i see if any thing better comes along but remember this drow i don't take kindly to being threatened with that silver unfurled his wings and leaped in to the air to fly in a tight circle above them to stretch his wings while in the back of his mind he knew the drow would bare watching and a vary close watch at that

 

[Wolfsister]

Tiana nodded, but before she could reply and say that she had no idea about horses, the drow was turning away. Even if she hadn't seen him in that strange city beyond the Portal - she would have been able to see that he was used to command. His stance, his speech and his actions screamed out how important he saw himself. It was something not lost on the orphen girl who had made her living lately by picking out the strong ones and avoiding them.

She stared at the doomsayer, his ability to quiet the voices unsettling her.

 

[Mantra]

Idrial and Co.

The spirits led them forward, through the darkness, using the slightest breeze or the cold touch on a warm cheek to guide them. The tunnels wound and twiated unendingly and it was impossible to tell just how far they had gone in these hidden catacombs when they again finally heard the whispered hisses. The party stopped as the words formed in their heads.

"Here." they whispered. "Here we cannot go farther. The One of Many Faces hunts us, consumes us. Only together in our deepest crypts can we remain and even then we are never safe. Go forward and you shall again see light. Up leads to the burial chamber of our god. It is here that the False Master pulls the strings of the Dreaming God, where he works to direct our God's wrath against those who deserve it not."

"Down," the spirits continued, but even their disembidied voices took on a more ominous tone. " lies our most Sacred Place, where the perversion is strongest and where the One of Many Faces hides."

"Once you go forward, they shall know you are here. Move quickly while the Dreaming God is away. Destroy the False Master, free the Dreaming God's soul. Only with his help can you confront the perversion below."

 

[Mantra]

Draken and Co.

Silverwing took to the skies with a muffled curse. "Get on with it." Draken practically spat at the soothsayer. The man watched Silverwing go before standing.

"Two we have for you this time." he said, his eyes becoming hard and stern with seriousness. "A mission instead of just a contract. Deep within the woods lies the ancestral home of the Moon Elves. Ancient, powerful, secret..." his words trailed off as a malicious smirk crept onto his face. "..and now lying in shattered ruins." Cruel glee danced behind contempt in his eyes for a moment before his features returned to their serious cantor.

"Bungled the job was. Sweet murder and mayhem yes, but the goal was not met. They have chosen another, a new queen has taken the mantle, one who could rise to become a threat to our plans. It is she who now keeps the prize from us. She hides behild old magics, wards which prevent us from looking to her, seeing or revealing her face. But your knife, the knife we gave you; it is an older magic than theirs by far. It can still lead you to her."

The man's face contorted with disgust for a moment, as if he had just swallowed someting bitter. "There is another, a fool, a vagabond and a dragon-slave. A rapscalion who has thrown in his lot with the Moon Elves in a futile search for personal redemption. The new queen's so-called 'Champion'."

"Seek them, find them, recover the prize for us."

"Deliver Loorna Doon and her slave, Khan of the Mori, to oblivion."

 

[Bladesman]

"Ancient, powerful, secret? Is there more I should know 'fore I venture into the home of my ancient enemies? And what of the champion, I would know more of him before I set out after him as well as the old wards that protect the new queen."

He stroked his chin thoughtfully as he glanced quickly first to Silverwing in air then to Tiana a short distance away from him. This could prove to be quite hazardous with the moon elves involved. He would need as information as he could get before he set out to the home of the elves.

 

[wolfknight20]

Silverfang stayed close enough for his hearing to pick up the doom Sayers converse with drak he wasn't liking the way this was going moon elves and old magic and a dragon slave oh brother he was getting more and more displeased with the two males below him

 

[LittleSprite2]

Idrial didnt bother thanking the ghosts knowing that once dreamweaver was once again at rest so too would they be and it would be thanks enough..She listened to there directions and kept her sword at ready as she moved up to where there next battle and challange laid in wait.

she used what few skills she had to detect traps as they went but she was no master theif to beable to find and disable all of them her skills laid more with hunting and tracking, but she could hear, smell and feel for such things as well.

O'Bonn and Ona behind her they made there way twords there enemy but before they could reach there goal there were undead inbetween that they needed to fight off.. Idrial engaged them as there was no way around them the cave and tunnles narrow at points where they had to walk single file wide enough at others that they could walk maybe 3 abrest ..

They were lucky that they happend to be in one of the wider areas but thinking there wasnt enough room to have two swords swinging at there enemys no matter how skilled the area didnt allow for much movement..

She unsheathed a wicked looking dagger the blade if laid flat against her arm would go from her elbow to the tip of her fingers.. the hilt up a bit higher.. but well ballanced.. it was too short to be considered a sword but too long to really be a knife ether... It was a wepon she rarely had need of but in these small spaces would work wonders..

From what she could tell as they fought there were only 5 undead in this corrador at the moment that they were fighting against but that didnt mean that more were not on there way.. O'Bonn and Idrial moved swiftly, with deadly accuracy working in sink almost as tho it were a dance, as they fought off the undead.. The only outword sighn that they were getting tired was that there breathing had grown heaver.. Ona help if you can but stay back i am not sure as tight as this space is if fire is a good choice.. she said continuing the battle..

 

[AmenRa]

The clash and clank of steel against steel sounded as O'Bonn fought side by side with Lady Idrial. At one point, they were back to back, fighting before them and behind them, foes falling to their blades.

O'Bonn's scimitar, Talon, glowed warm with Dragonfire as it tasted the undead flesh and bone of those opposed. The blade seemed to move of its own will, wielded steadily and mightily by the High Warrior.

At the last, sweat formed upon his brow, O'Bonn stood among the felled ones.

"I fear this is but the beginning, M'lady," he said.