Gate of Kelga: Lost Orb (IC)

[Sean Renaud]

The rock invading his camp certainly caught Tyr's attention. For a split second he thought he was under attack, it wouldn't be the boldest thing a child had ever done in the Coldlands. In fact standing up to the strongest warrior was soemthing of a rite of passage among his people and something he remembered fondly. So he didn't instinctively go for his axes, instead one of the sticks for his tent then paused noticing Druz motioning him in.

"Seriously, what the fuck." Tyr mumbled looking back to his site. It was already adequate anyway. He only set up the tent out of force of habit, he prefered to sleep beneath the stars when the weather permitted and here if it didn't he could always retreat indoors and simply remain on guard.

So he left the site and wandered into the expansive manor. He took a glance at the women, more than a glance, a hungry leer that was largely distracted by the fact that he actually had business. . .and he didn't like dead bodies around either. Why they weren't being properly cared for was beyond him but every where had their own rituals. As long as the dead would pass on it wasn't Tyr's intent to bother them.

"I know you're an orc but we have things called words." Tyr said as condescendingly as he could muster. The orc was larger than him, but not by leaps and bounds. Not enough that Tyr harbored serious doubts he could defeat him if the need arouse. Certainly not enough to keep him from being rude. "If you want my attention my name is Tyr, 'hey Tyr I have a question' 'Hey Tyr come look at this' are much better than fucking rocks!" Tyr said his voice rising until the end then dropping off completely to a conversational tone. "And what is it you want?" He smiled actually genuine but he wasn't looking at Druz anymore, instead his eyes were wandering around the building at all the strange markings, even one of the maidens had one. Odd, still he'd leave it to the wizard to figure that kind of stuff out.

 

[Kobushido]

Fane couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the group of women approaching. Had he still been alive he might have enjoyed the show but in his current state, it seemed like a distraction from the task at hand.

Glancing at the door, he noticed the heptagram drawn in blood. He walked over to it and held his hand in front of it, trying to decipher its purpose. A small amount of energy was eminating from the heptagram and best as Fane could tell, it was a tracking glyph. Whoever drew it wanted to draw the screeling here.

"Anyone here know how to backtrace a tracking spell?"

 

[Stalzyn]

Taujiel smirked when Tamaria responded the blonde girl. They needed a leader, it was important as they needed food and rest. Without someone to give the last command everyone will just do whatever suits his or her taste. Like back then with the bandit that Tamaria murdered.
When the orc scooped up a girl, Taujiel noticed a tattoo on her shin, two wyverns facing each other in an angry roar, same as the sculptures infront of the main door.
For a moment, Taujiel stood transfixed, he was trying to remember where he had spotted such. He made a mental note to go through his scrolls once they were properly settled.
"Anyone here know how to backtrace a tracking spell?" Fane asked staring at something on the wall.
Taujiel followed Fane's gaze, on spotting the drawing he immediately recognised it.
"You're right, that's a tracking spell. I can backtrace, change its location, i just need to know what i'll be backtracing. Like a mental note of what wanted to come here. Any guess?" he asked Fane.

 

[Stalzyn]

Blondie ain't calmy

"Why you beastial creature." the blonde girl cursed. Her hands folded into a fist and placedon both side of her waist. She was a petite creature, even more than the others, but exhibited more courage than the rest.
"Drop them now, for the fact that we're maids doesn't make us your play thing." she yelled at him.

 

[JadeKnight]

After the soldier retreated, Pallox decided to do a little exploring of the mansion himself. He took his time going room to room, frowning at the blood. It had been quite the massacre, even the bodies were taken. He had just made it to the second floor when the wizard scream.

He poked his head out the window in time to see Tamaria catch Tuajiel when he fell. He shook his head for a moment before turning to explore more. He should found a large room he thought was suitable for his use.

He returned back down to the group in time to find Druz holding two scantly clad females in his arms. Pallox smirked for a moment.

"That is not how you show chivalry Druz. Isn't that right Little Black?"

He wasn't certain why he remembered the name he had given Tamaria long ago, but it seemed to just come to him. She might have been larger than him as a dragon, but she was still younger. Or maybe there was another reason that he couldn't truly remember yet.

 

[SlySparrow0003]

Tamaria was inspecting the thing Fane and Tuajiel were inspecting when she heard her name, she hadn't heard in centuries. "Little Black." She spun around as Phallox said it. "You remembered..." She said softly and solemnly, her tone quiet as well. She swallowed, long emotions forgotten, coming to the surface. And she felt sad but a tingle in her heart. She regonized this feeling, one she swore to never have again.

Love.

She was brought back from her lost stare at Phallox, when a women in Druz's arm almost kicked her face. "Druz! Put the girls down for gods sake! Your never gonna sleep in a bed with them, if that's what your aiming for, you must please her first, you must treat her with respect and kindness and love first, and you must make sure she wants to get in a bed with you too. They aren't yours for gods sake, now put them down!" Her tone firm and commanding, but a smirk started to form as the women's discomfort and fear clearly was shown. And Tamaria burst out laughing, despite her conflicting emotions.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Oh, that was a problem?" Tyr said placing his hands deliberately behind his back. "The customs of this land are strange, why would they send attractive women in such garbs to warriors if not to please." He shook his head. "They could have at least sent over food and drinks. Is hospitality completely wasted here?"

 

[SlySparrow0003]

Tamaria stopped laughing, regaining her composer, she looked at Tyr, "Oh for hells same, at least they sent us something. Although I'm more into guys, Soooooo if you plan on going to go do THAT stuff, go get a room." She said firmly, and strongly, but a hint of sarcasm which was meant to be friendly or funny.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Tyr chuckled. "I'm not sleeping inside these walls even if I had all the woman." He shrugged and took a moment to look around. The others seemed quite fascinated with the decor.

"Regardless you being more interested in men is an interesting choice of words. I certainly didn't hear anything about you not being interested in women. I think I can speak for many, many men when I say if you happen to find yourself overwhelmed with uncontrolable lust we won't complain if you fail to contain yourself until you can find some measure of privacy."

 

[JadeKnight]

He chuckled for a moment at Tyr's comments. He watched the girls fight against Druz, knowing they were of little match for the Orc. One of them showed courage at least.

"I think they were planning on feeding us Try, but don't you think we need to get our temporary living quarters cleaned first? I don't think I ever ate my food in a place like that. At least I got a bed picked out."

 

[Kobushido]

Fane felt like rolling his eyes at his companions' banter, but that required actually having eyes. Instead, he ran his hand through his hair and sighed. Turning towards the elf, he explained his hunch.

"Chances are, this glyph was made to lead the screeling here. Whoever made it will probably reek of dark magic. Try searching for someone like that. If you don't mind, while you're doing that I'd like to contact my master and possibly request an assistant. I'm not very confidant the others trust me enough to save my hide if it came to that."

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Oh have my temporary living quarters already." He motioned to the now broken window. Outside his half made camp remained. "It's disrespectful and bad luck to sleep where people have lost their lives." He replied. He didn't expect them to adhere to his religious beliefs but he did figure they may ask for an explanation. "As for food surely they have a hall of some sort, are we not heroes or at least champions on a quest to aid them?"

 

[Mantra]

Druz offered a smirk, which only served to highlight many uneven teeth and caused his twin tusks to jut out even further. His comment had been to provoke a response, but the wave of reactions from his comrades was ..interesting. In any case, Druz was not interested in the Humie females. Oh sure he liked the bouncy bits as well as any male probably would, but the Little Un females just broke too easily to seriously consider bedding, even if they weren't so unattractive.

Druz let the females slip out of his grasp...or more like dropped them at his feet really and looked about at the other Special Gits, but always kept the blonde female in his view.

"Druz no carez 'bout nekked Humies, Druz only asks if dey clean nekked." he said.

"Druz does know 'bout blood tho. Lots O blood, lots O mess...and blood gets everywhere when it spills."

His eyes narrowed a bit. "Too much blood for a few Humie girlz to clean in few hours, an girlz clothes not good for cleaning in cuz dey would get all bloody too. So Druz has more questions for Humie Girlz; If we all da Special Gits, sent by big Humie Chief to do big stuff, why we told to say in dis bad place? Even Orcs say dis is no good for Special Gits sent by Big Chief."

The Orc's criticism did not stop there, nor did his suspicions, "Why no body come to take away dead Humies or steal rich stuff, but some'un comes to paint pictures on walls? Dis place full of da' bad juju...an 'dere still be bad juju here."

His eyes narrowed at the blonde girl, "Druz says that Humie girl lies, yous not here to clean, yous here to do more bad things."

"Dis is what Druz thinks."

 

[Sean Renaud]

Tyr opened his mouth fully intending to cut the orc off then paused. . .then lowered his hand. . .then closed his mouth.

"The orc speaks true." Aisizu spoke in his mind.

It certainly didn't strike him as impossible, the or seemed to have an eye for detail and SOMETHING was certainly going on here.

 

[SlySparrow0003]

Tamaria laughed but paused, and stopped her face getting serious, she went over to the blond girl. And grabbed all her hair in one hand, and tugged it down, yanking her head down along with it, making her unable to move. "Okay I hate to admit it but the big oafs got a point. This doesn't seem right. And somebody should give me a reason on why I shouldn't eat them." Tamaria said as she yanked the blonde head down further.

 

[Stalzyn]

The fear in the blonde girl's eyes took ascending steps with each word falling from Druz's mouth. On looking around she realised all eyes were now on her and her girls.
She was the head maid, and was specifically instructed not to say a word about the drawing on wall to the warriors of light. And she would've remained silent if not for Tamaria's cold voice asking permission to eat her.
"Please, please,, let me go, i'll tell you what you wish to know." she said hurriedly.
After several gasps and pants she spoke. "After the mnster's attack on this villa, we called in a vayne, to use the blood of the dead here in making a tracing spell. So that everynight, the creature will be drawn here instead of hunting outside.
"When the news of your coming reached Falkreath, we were instructed through messenger birds, for the king is still on the way, to bring you here. So you may slay the monster. And not to tell you so you won't change your minds."

 

[Mantra]

Inwardly, Druz practically bubbled with self-satisfaction. He, the big, dumb brute had puzzled out trouble before any of the others had. While the orc kept his composure, he relished the looks the others offered as realization of Druz's insight became undeniable, then confirmed as the blond humie girl confessed.

But there was still more to the mystery, and self-satisfaction, while delicious, was not his goal.

"Druz knows why Girl no eat yet;" he said. "If Humie girl lies, den she knows t'hide da truth."

He bent down, staring hard at the blonde. "So Big Chief of Fall-reek trick us here to fight munster, by not telling us dat da munster would be here? Dat is dumb. Mebbe yous tell us all of da truth and you no gets eaten, yes?"

 

[Stalzyn]

"The two wyverns facing each other in a roar is a family crest of Lukahn, the one who brought the orb to Falkreath. It prevents magic from being used around it. It was meant to guard against attack from the vayne cult at the northgate, for they were the only ones who were a threat in the kingdom. Noble Marcos was not aware of the possibility of a screeling, if he was. This place wouldn't be in ruins."
She fell to her kneels and her girls quickly followed. P"lease let us go now, the sun is almost down, and the hour of the screeling near at hand. Please, let us go, for we can't fight like you do."

 

[SlySparrow0003]

"Go, get out of here before I change my mind." She hissed at the blond, the looked at the others, if she's lying, we're not getting anything else out of her, if not, somebody better have fire." Tamaria put her hand up, to silence the others for a moment and listened intently. It was now dark for one. "When I roar, that means it's coming." Tamaria spoke hurriedly then backed from the others for space, in a black cloud she became her dragon form once more.

A couple minutes later, Tamaria let out a roar.

 

[Kobushido]

The moment Tamaria took flight, Fane changed into his wraith form.

"Remember, aim for its eyes and mouth."

Drawing on the dark energy around him, Fane prepared to summon a black wind to weaken the screeling once it arrived.

"Thank the Underworld it's just a screeling and not a Nevermore. We'd be screwed if it was."

Moments later, he felt the magic be dispersed by some kind of counter spell.

 

[JadeKnight]

Pallox was silent for a few moments as he thought about what the girls had said. He gave a laugh for a few moments before speaking.

"I have to admit that's a good idea. Bringing the Screeling to us. Now we won't have to chase the damn thing. However the anti-magic field will make things interesting."

He drew his sword at Tamaria's roar, flipping it around in a circle before taking up a defensive stance, watching and waiting.

 

[Stalzyn]

"I can't use my powers. I can't use my powers. I can't use my powers." Taujiel repeated inaudibly to himself, maybe to make it sink in. It just wouldn't, it just wasn't possible.
"Okay i can use it outside this mansion. Once i cross that gate everything will be as good as new." he said to himself, trying to hide the rising as his attempt to conjure an apple failed.
Without his powers Taujiel knew he'll be helpless in the battle, the girls have returned back to whence they came, maybe he should've followed them. It was way safer than this place where he'll have to depend solely on his untrustworthy teammates who were monsters in their own rights.
On hearing Tamaria's roar, Taujiel unconsciously took some steps back. Oh if he'd magic, he'd stand in front of everyone and blaze the creature immediately it comes.

 

[Stalzyn]

Here comes the SCREELING

Immediately the sun went down and the shadows crept in, the vile creature poked out his head. Globs of saliva drooping down its large ivory teeth as it snarled.
He was again being called, drawn, to that ground where he had fed before. Angered for being refused the hunt of the night and that he could not refuse the call, the Screeling dashed forward with bloodshot eyes.
As he neared the ground, he heard a large roar above. Due to the fact that all screelings are blind, they sense of hearing are heightened to extraordinary extent.
He charged towards the gate, his dark sheen almost skeletal body moving in the dimly lit moon in a blur.
He instead of heading for the door jumped up unto the wall and roared down angrily at the humans.
Finally, food.
He snarled, growled and roared again. Hunting time.
His ears pricked up, ready to pick up any tweeny movement, his back arched as he stood on all fours.
He screeched loudly before jumping down and charging with incredible speed towards Pallox

 

[Sean Renaud]

"I don't like this. I feel strange." Aisizu urged Tyr at the same time as the roar. He was aware of Firaga making a similar complaint. He didn't exactly need to read minds to know the smallish wizard was less than pleased, their shadow friend couldn't be but so pleased either which was at least a positive for the moment. Tyr still had doubts about traveling with anything from the wrong side of that gate but right then there was only one thing on his mind.

Not trusting his axes not to be damaged he lifted the nearest piece of furniture, a small table and slammed it hard into the Screeling sending it off course from Pallox.He wasn't about to admit that he wasn't much more useful than. . .could the dragon even breathe fire with that anti-magic thing? "Oh well. I guess we'll just beat it to death." The thing swung back at him and he was able to bring the small table up to protect himself but he was still rocked backwards, the thing was stronger than it looked.

 

[Stalzyn]

Still charging towards Pallox, he felt something hard and woody strike his side. The force propelling him off course and to the other side of the wall.
The screeling roarded angrily and dashed towards its attacker. As he dived for the man's neck, the man brought up a table and blocked his assault. Angry he slashed the furniture with his claws, pushed it and tore it into two.
With the furniture now out of the way, he jumped on the man, his weight and sudden movement bringing the man down to the hard stone ground.
He opened his mouth wide to feed, drools gashing out from his ivory daggers and foul breath erupting from his belly.
The man was still struggling so he hurried to end him quick. He moved to bite his neck but just before making contact, something hit his side, spiraling over into the fountain.