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| Shale's Prison | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 15 2006, 09:29 PM (895 Views) | |
| queen_gwenefiere | Mar 21 2006, 06:42 PM Post #11 |
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She could somehow feel the unease of Alain, after having been 'Molested' by the remaining spirits of her mother. The veins were a sort of mark, showing that the carriers were touched by the blood of the ancient. ANd that they held something of Ancient as well. In Alain's case, he held a blade that was very elderly, and had powers that Even Gwen was not sure of. It had opened her mother's door, so there must have been some kind of link. There was no time to think about it, but she let these facts drift to Alain. He had the right to know. There was something special about him that she could not place, she thought yet again. There was a comprehinsive look in his eyes that seemed to make all the difference. The difference in what she did not know, ut that was what came to her mind, but not to his. She kept the personal thoughts to herself. Lifting the blade onto one arm, she paced toward them, looking oddly appropriate for the happenings of late. She was dressed akwardly in her gown and held the blade of a murderer on her arm. She was definately a sight to see. "We need to check the temple, then the Catacombs, and then the castle. Smallest to Largest. I know we will find something. We have to go in order though, or it leaves room for escape. The buildings were designed to be that way. You must go through the temple to arrive in the Castle." She bustled them through the door, and pulled it closed behind her. She could hear the hollow echo of the lock clicking shut. Many of the prisoners would die that night, tampering with the Magick of Lillith. She led them through the lower cell dormitories without interruption, and up and out of the prison after Shale stopped to grab a few Items from his offices. |
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| Alain | Mar 21 2006, 07:20 PM Post #12 |
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He nodded a little, sensing what she told him. Obviously it was something she didn't fully understand either... he wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse, actually... that he was different than he should be but no one knew why? No... not exactly comforting, really... he shouldered his rifle and walked out after her, taking point himself this time with Shale bringing up the rear so he could close the door. Once they finally got to the bottom, he leaned against the wall, waiting as Shale gathered a few things, then the group progressed again. Alain was intrigued again by the Queen, the one who he was still connected with... he wondered if she knew why that was either... perhaps not. But he supposed it didn't matter overmuch. When they got out of the prison, Shale stopped, and growled. "Something the matter... rebel wereguards... Queen, I shall return soon. Alain..." "I got it." They both nodded, and Shale ran off to find the disturbance. Alain had gotten the message easily. Keep the Queen safe. He smiled a little bit towards her. "Okay then. Lead the way, I'll watch your back." Hehad no idea where any of this stuff was, so she would have to... and he knew she could take care of herself, after watching her dispatch that prisoner in the prison... |
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| queen_gwenefiere | Mar 21 2006, 08:32 PM Post #13 |
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She watched Shale move off toward where Her friend was. She heard the woman's voice loud and clear in her own head. She did not need Alain, but she enjoyed his company and would have him be her partner through this ordeal rather than her body gaurd. What many didn't knwo, was that she had only been killed by the hand of another once, and he had been her Lover...He had stabbed her through the heart, out of revenge. That did not matter now though, she would deal with that new memory later. Her gaite was slow and precise, kicking up a small cloud of dust as she moved through the dingey street of the Midnight District. Else where all was cobble. They rounded the Tip of the Slums, holding mild conversation as they went. At the small public garden, they were forced to stop though, a figure standing before them. His eyes were White besides the tiny pupil, and bloodshot only to where the white was solid, to form a white iris. He was oddly fearsome. "The wizard has come, and he wishes to speak with you..." When he opened his mouth, several beetles fell out and skittered away from him. This man was not alive, but rather a walking corps enchanted with necromancy. It came toward them, a blue spike forming in the creatures hand. Without hesitation, Gwenefiere stepped forward and knocked the being backwards and onto the ground, his hat spilling off with the top of his head. Flesh Hair and more beetles emptied onto the dirt. The stench came then. Moving forward, Gwenefiere, chopped the head from the carcas with one calculated swing. It laid still then and she turned from it. This was beginning to be a very bad day. The Wizard...What did he mean? She looked thoughtfuly at Alain and then dipped and grabbed the head, She brought it to a low bush and placed the head in the brush. She would come back for it later and make it speak to her. "Alright, with that out of the way..." SHe sounded slightly gruff, as she moved past Alain and to the Temples front stepps, climbing them once again. |
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| Alain | Mar 21 2006, 08:54 PM Post #14 |
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Alain smiled a little bit, and walked along with her. Again, as they walked, they chatted a little bit, idly, though sometimes he thought he was going to know what she said before she said it, and it seemed to work the other way around, too... but when the man confronted them, he scowled. This man... "Dear god, there's nothing there..." Where normally he would have sensed thoughts, emotions... there was nothing. Just a puppet... since coming here he had goten used to sensing things dimly when they were around... this thing was dead, in every sense of the word - but for that it continued to walk around. He was glad when she killed it quickly, and he walked off after her, something was nagging at him... "Wait... the dark wizard? That guy with the dime novel cliche for a name? I thought he was on the elves continent... and theyre welcome to him, frankly... accusing me of being with him when I saved all their asses from those splicers..." He shook his head, exasperated, and cleared his nose of the stench as best he could. Nice... rotting flesh, his favorite... "The elves are all in a huff about it, apparently... and of course they really seem to hate us humans. You know, I had to RUN out of that city, top speed... not at all fun." He stepped in front of her, and shoved the doors open, then the visor came up and he looked around, frowning slightly. "So what should I look for, Gwen...? I mean Queen, sorry..." |
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| queen_gwenefiere | Mar 21 2006, 10:08 PM Post #15 |
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She looked at him when he spoke the peculiar name. "Dime Novel? I don't knwo what that is, but Yes, the Elves fear him greatly. He destroyes numbers of them at random and when he sees something he likes, through his little black bowl, he takes it, just like that. He obviously wants to speak to me, but it will take a little more than distant Necromancy to hear from me." She looked a little haughtily around her, but her expression changed before her eyes met his. Once in the temple, she empowered the lights and motioned him to her. She had a notion. "I think maybe The WIzard is behind most of what is going on. I can't be sure...but I have this..." SHe paused and turned to him, her eyes flickering a darker shade then back to there original. "Feeling, I just know." Turning from him, she walked farther into the temple, coming upon the fountain. It was dry, stained up to the rim a brassy red. How long had it been that way? It made her want to cry. Bending to it's edge, she sat, and looked down into it. At the bottom sat a lever, one which closed the opening. Twas a secret how the pool came to be continuously flowing with pure blood. A secret only few people held. Reaching down in, she polled the trap and the liquid began to flow once more. She smiled and dipped her finger into the cool liquid. licking it from the tip. It was as she remembered it, but it made her slightly nauseaus. Standing she returned to her friend and continued onward. "Look of anything suspicious. If you feel like something is wrong, tell me and we will investigate it." She moved a strand of hair from his eye and continued onward, through the temple. They had soon searched the whole thing and now stood at the stairwell that led down to the Catacombs. They were haunted and would be a interesting indeed. Looking sideways at him she grinned and whispered. "Ready?" |
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| Alain | Mar 21 2006, 10:40 PM Post #16 |
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"Oh... thats just an old saying. It means a really cheap fictional story." He smiled a little. In the books, the character never knew what to say when people from the past didnt get things. He had always wondered why the brilliant protagonist never thought to simplify the damn things... ((I wonder this OOC as well...)) "He sounds like a wonderful guy. I hope to meet him someday, maybe have some tea and biscuits...." That last quite obviously dripped with sarcasm... was frankly the last thing he wanted. He wanted to stay far enough away from this guy that he wouldnt have to deal with the elves anymore... and in a way they were welcome to it... no, that was a terrible thing to think... no matter how horrible they were to humans, some of them were good. Someday he would have to thank that lone woman for helping him... the blood fountain was an oddity... and it took him a moment to realize what it was. When he did, he drew back, horrified. Blood... a fountain of blood...? A horrible metaphor made real... he looked away for a moment, then took a breath. "A vampires dream decoration, huh...?" he regained his composure, and walked after her, forgetting about it. After all, vampires drank blood like humans drank water. Wasnt altogether so much of a difference there... he nodded in agreement to what she told him, blushing slightly at her touch. When they got to the door, he smiled a little, and pulled his rifle off his shoulder, activated it, then put the shield on standby as well, just in case he needed it. He nodded to her. "Always. Let's do it." Carla and Taylor would laugh their asses off if he was afraid of a little thing like... haunted crypts. Still, they really would, the three of them were just like that. Ary wouldnt, but that was who she was too... |
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| queen_gwenefiere | Mar 22 2006, 02:57 AM Post #17 |
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Moving forward after a final look at her friend, she took the stairs one at a time, roaming easily over their polished marble steps. Here the floor was no longer made of Onyx stone. The stair casing was wide and long, leading down deeply into the grounds below. It didn't take them more than fifteen minutes to get to the very bottom. Here, Gwenefiere touched a switch at the side of the entry way. The lamps lit along the wall in order from closest to farthest, and they stood in the center of the Crypt Hall entrance. She half expected to see Alain frozen from the horrific feeling of dread the place dumped on them. They would get used to it though. "Alain, We have to stay together. If there was a way that we could attach ourselfs with a rope, we should do it. Have you any string or rope?" She did not move from the entryway, only looked up at him with her lovely eyes. The seriousness held within was as obvious as his sarcasm. "We have to be quick and thurough, because the longer we are down here, the more spirits we will agitate." She knew that for a fact as it had happend to her many times. The wizard came into their minds again and she stopped before she started. "He is a powerful force. He went crazy after the Beliant war. Many demons passed from earth and He sacrificed his sanity for resolution of demonic overtaking. He is a savior and a destroyer. Alot of people don't know his good side though, because that has been gone for more than a thousand years." She looked to him again with a questioning look upon her face, but the question was for herself. "WHy after all these years is he remembering me?" Starting again, she led him deeper into the catacombs. They were tricky and maze like. Well they were a maze, designed to keep those with more golden wishes than just visiting the dead, out. Many tombs passed by as they searched finding nothing yet. |
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| Alain | Mar 22 2006, 06:22 PM Post #18 |
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Alain frowned a little bit as she explained everything to him, about the wizard, and how one time he had been a good person... "That's terrible... to sacrifice like that, and then end up losing all the good inside you that made you sacrifice in the first place, but to have the worst parts remain...?" He shivered a little bit inside his armor, and shook his head. "And no, sorry... I don't have anything of the sort. The suit has jets to get up cliffs and the like, and for slowing falls, so ropes weren't really a design feature... but I'll be sure to stay very close. And I wish I knew what he was up to... but you know far more than I do..." True to his word, he walked overy close, actually brushing against her lightly from time to time, making sure they were never more than a foot or two apart. He had made a joke about this before... but as they descended, a feeling of horrible dread came over him. This was not a place to joke about... often enough he felt the presence of... something in the distance... and rarely was that presence friendly. He kept even closer to her after that as they traversed the maze, his suit's AI keeping track of the maze and the surrounding area, and projecting a little map over the side of his vision, so he would be able to return. It wanted to do a sonar and radar map of the area, but he denied the request - who knew what such a scan would awaken down here...? So far, he picked up nothing, and even the low light sensors could not cut very far into this blackness... disconcerting... |
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| queen_gwenefiere | Mar 22 2006, 08:22 PM Post #19 |
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The crypts had a way of changing time. If one were to enter them without The queen, the priestess, or a very limited amount of others, they could step from the others side, more than a hundred years in the past. Gwenefiere remembered several such people, who she caught before they could enter later on when their time came. It was an odd feeling. Seeing the same face twice, and the second time them not knowing you. She didn't think of it much until now. She was human and wondered if the magick would affect her any differently now. She thought not, but they were still a good distance away from the Castle. Finaly though the came to a door, covered with a bared gate. She pressed her finger to the lock which was advance and read fingerprints, and it opened. On the other side the floor began to slop up in very wide steps, each just wide enough to hold a closed tomb on each side. The passage was much more narrow here, unlike the gallery they had just exited. There was a reason the two protions were seperated. These were now the tombs, not the crypts. The crypts were the torture wastelands of her sisters, and also held one of the gates of the Spirit realm, which was commonly known as the Underworld. The Tombs were beyond that, and much smaller. Though they had not ventured into them, the doors that had lined the previous gallery, were a maze of death and despair, which would have ate them, had been given a proper chance. The spirits that dwelled therein did not attack, as the creatures that entered their domain made no threatening advances and did not bother them. SHe stopped and took a deep breath once through the closed and locked gate. She could feel them as well as she. The lingering anxiety of others eyes on your flesh, the jealousy of the living. When she had been a Vampire, she had fit in. Some of the faces in the corners of her eyes were familiar, but she did not stop, nor try to find them with her eyes purposly. " Whew...that was horrible. I didn't know what it was like...to feel like that, until now." Her eyes held his for a moment, and then she grinned and turned, moving gracefuly up the steps. She didn't tell him that this portion was not nearly so dangerous, be cause it was just as bad, but she also liked the feeling of him so close, she felt safe. The steps moved continuously upward, with many many steps. About halfway up, though, Gwen stopped, her eyes on one of the tombs. The name was unfamiliar. It said Avennthian Corest. What was peculiar though, was that she heard something moving within. It sounded oddly like the wind blowing against the inner door. There could be no wind though. That was impossible. Her thoughts all moved to the tomb door, which was of heavy wood, carved beautifuly with the banner and name of the soldier. She rested her hand slowly down to the handle, breathing harder with each centimeter. She knew what it was, there was no doubt that this was a portal... |
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| Alain | Mar 22 2006, 08:37 PM Post #20 |
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As they corssed the crypts, Alain felt more afraid than any point in his life. He had faced down monsters the size of buildings, thousands of Splicer 'drones' - massive, almost insect-like creatures with horrible, gnashing teeth and razor bladed appendages, most with guns grafted into their very flesh... and been blasted across time and space to a whole other dimension. And yet never had he felt what he was feeling right now, a horrible malevolence, the knowledge that the very place he was in rejected his existance, evnied it... he could feel it, could see it in their eyes... eyes? Was he imagining those...? Suchara certainly felt no better. She was regressed as far into his mind as she could, staying close in the only way she could, practically trembling. They hated her even more... a spirit that had never had a living body, but still was better off than they. They felt she didn't deserve it, would tear her apart if they could - and she knew it. She felt it. And she was scared. Alain did his best to try and comfort her, but still, she stayed as deep in his mind as she could. It was strange to feel her there... but then again they had melded together, at least to a point, earlier... this was not so different. He raised an eyebrow as she opened the gate like that... biometrics? Stranger and stranger... where had this tech come from? Obviously it was only in a very few places... still very strange. "Yeah... no fun at all." He shouldered his weapon, and smiled back at her, his helmet up but the visor retracted so his eyes were visible. He didnt want to lose the suit's input by putting the helmet back... the sensors could detect a faint reading where the spirits were, he had it looking out for that. As she moved over to the one door, he walked over with her, still staying as close as he could, and frowned slightly. "What is it...? It's... got the strangest energy signature..." The AI had no solutions, and he didn't want to actively probe it, lest something lie within that they didn't want to awaken... what WAS behind that door, though...? |
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