Isle of the Last Knights

[Paendragon]

He caught the Fay with air, and let his small friend land gently in his palm. Bobo looked exhausted. Ian wished he could use his magic to heal the creature, but from what the Fay said, his magic wouldn't work on Bobo.

Suddenly, he felt a portal open behind him, and enormous Power explode out of it. He whispered, and caught the energy, funneling it away from his friends. It was too much. The blast took him full in the back. He was able to dissapate most of it, but the surprise of the attack stopped him from shielding himself as well as his friends. His clothes were burned off his back, and the mail he wore under it burned red. He dropped to his kness with a scream, than onto his stomach, holding the hand with the Fay out before him so as not to land on Bobo. The odor of burnt flesh was nauseating.

He heard Imogen scream, and his felt like breaking. He had failed to protect her. His last conscious act was to whisper a word of healing on himself, secure in having saved the lives of his friends. He prayed it wasn't in vain.

The world turned black.

 

[Lord Kenshin]

Azreal groaned as he rolled over, pushing the thing he had just killed, or wounded, off to the side, inhaling deeply, blood and the smell of flesh burning flared into his nostrils. He leaned over coughing heavily, spitting repeatedly at the ground, trying to get rid of the sudden nausia that had collapsed over his mind.

Azreal looked around, the Chief was still standing and so was Cara, but Ian and the Fay lay on the ground. He was quick to his feet, looking about for the princess, his eyes wide with the realization that something had gone wrong, and this had been a setup to begin with.

Azreal rushed to Ian, kneeling down beside his new ally and throwing dust and dirt onto his back, hoping to stop the burning sensation.

"Ian! Ian! Can you hear me?"

"Wh..."

Azreal shook him slightly, the only noise he could hear was the raged breathing and a few mumbles. He checked for a pulse, finding a very small one, yet it was stable. He stood up, looking around at the others, then collapsed in a heap beside Ian, the wound in his right abdomen just now becoming visible.

 

[delite]

OOC; Thanks guys, sorry had to go to work for 2 days.

IC. Cara had been feeling quite pleased with her self the battle had gone quite well she'd dispatched a couple of very ugly looking things
( and had made a mental note to have a strong word with some one about that, she didn't mind fighting, actually a good sword fight got ride of alot of built up tension, but these things were really ugly and they SMELT.)
Then just as she was about to point out to Imogen that the fay was looking a little tired and in need of help, a bloody portal opened ,flung what could only be described as a fire ball with out flames at, Ian and then something reached out grabbed Imogen and tried to pull her in.
Cara was Furious mainly with herself, she had grabbed hold of Imogen but it had been impossible, she couldn't stop her being sucked through the portal, and it had closed straight after so she had been unable to follow.
"Shit shit shit, oh shit, help for gods sake someone help, Imogens gone , sucked into the portal. what the fuck is going on round here?I want Imogen back and I want to know what is going on NOW or by all the gods someone is going to taste my sword in their guts"
Cara scaned the group looking for answers, her sword still drawn.
her gaze fell on the fay she walked over and gentley picked him up, Looking at the fay tears started to stream down her face.

 

[faust]

Chief Ortega

The battle was over. They had been victoriuos, though it had cost them two warriors and the strange insect-boy. And one of the women, who had been transported to parts unknown. Aparently only he and the woman-warrior were left standing. Even now, she was knealing next to their fallen blood-allies, shedding tears at their fate.

Ortega walked over to the fallen warriors. Sympatheticaly, he placed a broad hand on the woman's shoulder. "It's no use crying for the fallen." he whispered. "Their fates are now in the Great Spirit's hands. Should they die here, their souls will join their ancestors in the afterlife, where they will enjoy a glorious aftrelife for all eternity. Or, if the Great Spirit so wishes, they will return here to wage war on the enemy once more. Either way, we can't do anything about it."

 

[delite]

Cara looked up at the Warrior, the tears quickly turning to anger

"why you pompous idiot of cause there are things we can do it might not be much but it might help. here find some water and wet this"
With that Cara pulled her shirt out of her trousers and ripped a length of, she handed it to the Warrior.
Cara then made a nest in the grass for the fay and gentle layed him down,"little friend I don't know what to do to help you and we need you now"
Cara quickly esablished that Azreals wasn't that badly hurt just looked bad lots of blood a lot of it not even his, it was the condition of Ian and the fay that worried her.
If the warrior came back with water as well as just wetting her length of shirt She could try and clean Ian's wound and then badage it with damp cloth it couldn't hurt and might help the pain,
As for the fay all she could do for him was to administer water and ensure that he remained safe.
Cara needed them all well she had to go and find Imogen and these people had the answers as to where to look and how to get there.

 

[Hellava2]

Sir Percibal of Clemont

Name: Sir Percibal of Clemont
Age: 25
Weight: 217
Height: 6'2
Build: Muscular
Special Features: Birthmark that resembles a crest of some sort.
Peronality: Loyal, couragous, intelligent, cunning

Sir Percibal walks along a forest for a great portion of the day until he comes upon an open field where he couild tell a battle had not too long ago ensued. The battlefield was covered in blood, but ut did nothing to faze him due to the many battles he had fought in.

Looking towards the east Percibal sees a beautiful maiden tending to a fallen warrior's wounds and and another warrior at her side. He runs towards them to find what has taken place.

"Tis a shame so many have died here. Are the only warriors left alive?" Yes, the woman replies. "Can I help you in any way?"

 

[bobo_daclown]

Time happens

As the group tends to their fallen companions, the day grows dark and the sun completes her journey downward. With a final wink, the red hue of the last sunrays disappear and only the full moon lights the ground.

The harsh battleground is still in shambles, but the dark wizard turns his gaze elsewhere, knowing that his only real foe is defeated. Somewhere far from the heros, the lonely princess is held captive and a methodical man of evil plots to take over humanity and the rest of the world.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Bobo le Fay:

Cold and wet, I wake in the near-darkness that is night. Shrugging off a damp piece of cloth, I stretch from my slumber. "Well, I am awfully well rested. Someone please fetch me some dry cloth--I do so desperately despise the water."

Suddenly, I notice Stormwalker and Azreal also patched with moist cloths. Theirs, however, were red with blood. Shaking the moisture from my thin wings, I begin to wave them slowly in the moonlight. "So sorry, my friends. I cannot cure these men in the moonlight. If they die before the dawn, I am helpless to intercede. If, however, they make it to the dawn, I will cure them of all ailments: even if it kills me."

Suddenly, I notice my stomach rumbling. Though barely the size of a drop of water, I beg my companions for some food, "Perhaps if you are not too unhappy with me, I can ask for a berry or two."

With that, I settle down upon a small rock and wait for someone to find a small snack (at least by their standards).

 

[Paendragon]

Ian floated, looking down on his body. The cloth was drenched with blood, but Ian could sense that the bleeding has stopped. He turned toward the direction of the Dark Wizards hold. He began to 'fly' for lack of a better word, skimming over the ground, dodging the trees. He came near the Keep, and was stopped short, as he colided with some sort of barrier.

Then the red eyes of the Wizard appeared before him, hovering in mid air.

"Young one. You still live."

"I do," Ian replied.

"No matter. You've already failed, yet again. You will learn, like your brethren, that I can not be stopped."

"I will fight you until my last breath."

"You could join me instead. You are far stronger than the other Magi. I could use your talents. You could sit at my right hand, and rule. I would even give you the girl when I'm finished with her."

"You already know my answer."

"Yes. I do. Honor... an unforeseen side effect. If I had but known of your existance..."

"It would have made no difference, Father. What you did to my mother, and countless others, could never be forgiven."

"So be it."

The Wizards eyes flashed red, and energy shot out to consume Ian's spirit. He dodged, and ran. He would have no chance in this condition, and they both knew it. He flew back toward his body as fast as thought could carry him.

He hovered over it for a moment, trying to sense it's condition. The spell he had cast before losing consciousness, hadn't been completed, but it had been enough to help Cara's healing. The flesh was mended. He would wear the scars forever, though.

His spirit sank toward his body. He saw a flash of light, and pain, as he reentered his body.

He groaned, and tried to push himself up. They had work to do.

 

[delite]

Thank god the fay was moving and asking for food Cara could have hugged him if she hadn't been scared of crushing him.
Rummaging through her her small pack Cara found the remnents of a cheese sandwich and an apple cutting the apple into small pieces she handed it to the fay,
" there you go it's all I can find for the moment I hope it's ok"
She smiled at him and then said
"I'm so pleased to see you sitting up are you ok does it hurt any where?"
The fay shook his head unable to speak due to a mouth full of apple.
As Ian groaned Cara rushed over to him ,taking the blood soaked rag of him Cara sat back in surprise he was healed there was no longer an open wound, "Ian , Ian it's ok, your alright, would you like some water?"
Cara looked at the New comer
"well seeing as how you've been no bloody use so far turning up after every thing has happened! " she snapped "you can make yourself useful now get some water and sit next to him till he come's round properly then give him some"
Cara returned to the fay
" how are we going to get Imogen back" she asked the fay sadly

Azreal and the warrior were sleeping , Ian was almost consious, the fay was awake but still seemed a little weakened, and then there was the new guy, Cara wasn't sure at all about him who was he and where had he come from surely if he had been in the visinity he would have heard the battle and come to help if he was a friend, if he wasn't a friend,hmmm may be she had best go and keep an eye on him and make sure Ian was doing ok.

 

[Lord Kenshin]

Back

Dark Wizard:

The Dark Wizard ascended the stairs leading to the room in which he had left Imogen in. She was chained to the bed so he didn't fear for her escaping, but he kept the guards outside the door just in case his brillant thoughts were mistaken.

He unlocked the door and stepped in, closing it securely behind him before pulling a chair up beside the bed and sitting down, crossing his legs and looking at Imogen silently for a minute.

"You are such a silly young girl. All that Magical power and your ignorant father never showed you how to access it."

"Wha... What are you talking about," Imogen responded groggily, having been drugged when she first got here.

"Little girl, your father was once a great mage. But he gave up his most powerful magic just to marry your mother. Did he not tell you anything," The Dark Wizard was becoming impatient, he never liked ignorant little humans.

"He was.. was once a sorcerer? Why would he not tell me," Imogen was confused. Why wouldn't her father tell her this, unless something was horribly wrong with it. And if that was the case, she might have a new reason to fear Ian.

"Yes child, he was quite a powerful sorcerer. And all the power he once had, was stored within you. And if you join me, I shall help you unleash this power upon the world, and make the world fear you. And you could rule as my love."

Imogen shook her head, "No.. I could never turn on the world I love.. And if I joined you I would disgrace my father."

"So be it.. But you shall remain her until you die if you do not join me..Until then.. Have fun."

The Dark Wizard stood and turned, his cloak drawing up behind him as he left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

 

[Hellava2]

Sir Percibal

"I have some food and water in my napsac if it will help at all."

Sir Percibal opens his sac and takes out a large cloth with bread, a block of cheese, and a small portion of meat. He reaches back into his bag and takes out a sheep's bladder filled with water.

"Here take it. It's all I have. I sorry there isn't more."

Cara kindly thanks him with the smallest sign of a tear in her eye. "Thank you."

"I can carry the wounded soldier to town if you'd like. Its to the west, right? There we can take them to the nearest physician where they can recieve beter help than we can give them."

 

[delite]

OOC Heleva if you are going to make my character talk then at least have the decency to stick to her character. If you can't then don't make her talk. Go and read the character profiles and the thread it might just give you some clue as to the characteristic's of the players.
Just incase you haven't realised I'm really pissed of.

 

[delite]

The knight produced food and water from his pack, Cara eyed him warily, but thanked him any way not at all sure that Ian or Azreal were up to food but the water would come in handy.
The knight then offered to take Ian to a Dr this made Cara even more wary as it was obvious to even an untrained eye that Ian's wounds had healed them selfs.
Cara was now even more sure that this was some trick by the dark wizard.
As Ian sat up Cara darted behind the knight holding a dagger to his throat.
" who are you? and who sent you?" she snarled in the knights ear "and where is Imogen?".

 

[bobo_daclown]

Bobo le Fay:

Shoving small morsels of food into my maw, I watch as the few consious members of the group speak in the night air. I feel an odd sensation radiating from Stormwalker, but since I do not recognize it, I surely can do nothing for it.

I look down at the apple. I stare at the red exterior for a moment and then at the lightly colored fruit. If a human had been eating this apple, they may have taken one bite to get this progress; however, I am stuffed. With my mouth full, I shake my head in answer to Cara's question. I try to tell her that I'm just a little tired, but my full maw inhibits this.

Remembering the princess, I feel sorry that she had been taken. Also, I wish that dawn could come soon so that I can heal my newfound friends. As I think of all the wonders of this small group, I am surprised as Cara leaps behind the newest of our clan. She threatens him with her knife and demands answers. On the small rock, I try to imagine what could have prompted this curt behavior. Perhaps he had tried to force himself on her when I had not been looking. I just frown and wait to see what evil will play out in this campsite.

 

[bobo_daclown]

OOC:
Read the "Sticky"
http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=57954

 

[Lord Kenshin]

Azreal

Azreal:

Azreal groaned, his body feeling weak and brittle. He knew he had lost too much blood for such a short period of time, and he was surprised he wasn't as dead as the creatures they had just slain.

He tried to move, the groan being too low to be audible, but the muscles in his body seemed to have left him. He groaned again, this one less audible than the first, his mind slipping back into the unconscious world.

 

[Hellava2]

"What the hell are you doing? I have come here to offer my help and assistance, but all I receive in thanks is a dagger at my throat."

"No backtalk, you naive. Just answer my question or you'll never see tomorrow? Now who are you? Who sent you? Where is Imogen?"

"My name is Sir Percibal of Clemont. I wasn't sent by anyone. I am on a journey to find another place to live. I have no idea who Immogen is. Thats the truth."

Just as Cara was processing his answers, Sir Percibal escapes her hold, spins her around, and hold her in his arms.

"Now you answer sme questions for me. Who are you? What is really going on here? Why have you so most ungraciously accepted my help? Why don't you trust me?"

 

[bobo_daclown]

Bobo le Fay:

Finally, I swallow the last of the food in my mouth. I almost laugh at the pompus newcomer. Despite a knife at his throat and an angry woman behind him, he speaks mockingly.

After backtalking Cara, he tries to whip around and confront him. Sliding across the knife, he grabs her by her arms. Threateningly, Percible confronts Cara. As he does, I fly up between them. As the last couple of words leave Percible's mouth in a gurgle, I stare at his dusty eyes.

"Oh, Percible, you seem to have made a mistake. You have tried the patience of my companions. Perhaps you should not struggle with a knife to your throat; for it seems you have slit your throat." I point at the river of blood flowing from under his chin. "Evil Sir Percible, it is not yet dawn and I doubt that I would help you were the sun shining at noontime. It seems you will die.

I watch as Percible releases Cara and stumbles backward. Not looking, Percible trips over a shrub and rolls head-over-heels down the hillside to the valley far below.


OOC:
Helluva, that was very rude to use Cara's voice again. See how I just killed your character without ever speaking for him.

 

[Lady Violet]

Imogen of Glastonbury

OOC: i have been sick I appologize, wow! Don't piss off BoBo!!

IC: Imogen turned her head to the side as the Wizard left the room. She was still in shock from being pulled into a door that whisked her to some unknown place. She was scared and alone. The Wizard had told her things she didn't want to believe. Magic? In her? She decided he was lying, trying to get her kingdom. Maybe it was he who killed her father. If only she could speak with Ian.

Ian. And the brave warrior who faught for her. The Fay, the cheif and her cousin Cara. Tears began to slip down her cheek as she thought about them. Were they dead? She didn't know. She didn't know anything.

"I want to go home" she wailed into the air. "Let me go" she said more forcefully, trying to move around but she was held tighly with a silvery rope. She lay there helpless, crying as the sun rose in the east.

 

[Paendragon]

Irritated

Ian pushes himself up to his knees, and drinks in the Power from the Well. As he meditates, he watches the events unfold around him. He watches. shocked, as the newcomer falls down the hill. Quickly, he reacts, channeling a healing spell at the newcomer, stemming the blood flow, and knitting the flesh together. He then wraps the man in air, so he can not move.

He calls his staff to his hand, and uses it to push himself to his feet. He channels another healing into Azreal, and speaks to the group. Calmly at first.

"What is the meaning of this? Those whose hearts are full of mistrust, and are without mercy, belong in the realm of the Dark Wizard."

He stabbed his staff into the group, his voice rising. "They do NOT belong in this circle! If any disagree, than I say we should disband now. My first priority is to free Imogen from the devil who holds her!"

He glanced around the group, clear black eyes blazing with anger. They seemed to glow.

"I will acertain the intentions of the newcomer. I would ask that you think about what I said. I would prefer to have you all as allies, but will leave and take my chances alone before I accept actions like these."

Looking at Cara, he softened his voice. "I know you are upset about Imogen." He pressed his hand to his chest, over his heart. "I assure you, it pains me as well. I promise you, we will free her. I ask you to trust me in this."

He cut off the healing spell to Azreal, after sensing that the man would recover. "Someone please tend to Azreal until he wakes."

He turned, and walked down the hill, toward the newcomer, who struggled against the bonds that held him. He knelt beside him.

"I am Ian Stormwalker, Master Mage. I assure you, I mean you no harm. If you answer my questions to my satisfaction, you will be released immediately. If not, I will leave you here, tied down by my spell until we are long gone. Either way, you have my word you'll live through this encounter. Now, who are you, and why are you here?"

OOC: OK. I hope we can all let this go now. I, for one, am enjoying this thread, and would like to see it continue. Another part of the rules is, that no one can kill anothers character without permission from the characters creator. All the characters don't have to get along, because people who are forced together in real life don't always get along. Since, this isn't a private thread, we can not stop anyone from joining, and we certainly can not kill them off on a whim.

I propose something. You notice that when I write anothers character, I put a disclaimer below saying that I will change whatever the person asks, or delete it entirely. Let's keep that as an additional rule. We'll keep the interactions PRIVATE concerning these disagreements. That's what PM's are for.

And now it's time for my final thought, in the immortal words of Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along?"

 

[Guest]

Chief Ortega

BEFORE:

Ortega calmly woke up as the sun began to set. He was glad to see that the insect-boy and the mage had regained consciousness. This further confirmed his belief that the Great Spirit had something in store for them - some great quest to complete before death. If this was true, the warrior should be coming back any minute now as well...

Several hours passed before the warrior groaned. It wasn't much, but it meant he would make it. Ortega grinned in happiness. It was true! He had found the Divine Path after all! He couldn't wait to see what adventures the Great Spirit had in store for them...

NOW:

Ortega munched happily on his provisions of bear jerky, topping it off with generous gulps of wine. Meanwhile, all sorts of things went on around him. A newcomer had arrived, angered the female warrior, was killed by the insect-boy, and finally was healed by the mage. All of this didn't concern Ortega, since he had no blood-bond to the newcomer. Still, he didn't want the party to fall apart over this little incident. Raising himself to his feet, he spoke in a booming voice, "Our mage-brother is right! As the Great Spirit teaches us, 'Never act impulsively, or the world will respond in kind.'" He glared at the insect-boy and the female warrior. "As for you two, you are just as impulsive as this arrogant newcomer. I suggest you try words before you resort to slaughter. You three have much to learn before you can join the Great Spirit in the Land of the Sun." He hoped, for their sake, that he had gotten through to them. If not, they would eventually answer for their actions in the afterlife...

 

[Lord Kenshin]

Azreal groaned loudly and rolled over, quickly sitting up, perhaps too quickly, for he fell right back to where he was lying. His bones felt as though they all had just broken in two, though he now felt his muscles working once again.

His mouth dropped open, " IMOGEN!!!"

He sat up again, this time steadying himself on one hand, his other reaching out in the air, as if grasping for something or someone.

He shook his head, shaking the horrible visions from his consious. He looked around, his suttle eyes blazing with rage and fear at the same time. He hoped deeply that these were not visions of the future, or he would blame himself for losing her.

He got to his feet cautiously. He looked around, watching as the man tumbled down the hill, everyone watching fall. Azreal turned, walking back down the path that they had just come. He felt something terribly wrong with the castle. He knew something was out of place when they were there earlier.

He had wondered why the Wizard was there, and why he had so many of his followers inside the castle, there was something special or abnormal about this castle, and Azreal was going to find out.

He didn't bother looking back to the group, if they were going to sit and argue and not worry about the princess, then he would find her on his own.

 

[delite]

Cara looked at Ian her eye's flashing dangerously,
" Well I was only trying to protect you" she snapped,
"he" she said pointing at the tied up knight" is either stupid or dangerous. I couldn't ask any one else for help you were all unconcious except darling Bobo and the warrior who was snoring his head off and I wasn't going to wake him up. Any way now you are awake how do we get Imogen back?"
Cara looked round for support and noticed Azreal heading towards the Castle," were's Azreal going?" she asked "come on we cann't loose any one else, May be he's had a brain wave as to how we can get Imogen back."
With that Cara started running after Azreal, she was still a little miffed with Ian she had tended his wounds and tryed to look out for him when he was unconsious and what happens when he come's round does she get a thank you, no, she doesn't ,she just gets shouted out, and when she comes to think of it Azreal's no better just walking of with out a word, she'd done her best , to look after him when he was unconsious and when she came to think of it she had even sacrificed the best part of the only shirt she had to bind up thier wounds.( Cara at this point is feeling very sorry for herself).
" Azreal wait for me, do you know where Imogen is " Cara shouted at Azreal as she ran to catch him up.

 

[delite]

OOC Oi Paen clear your pm box!!!