The Sereni-Tree, the Immortals, the Octagonal Order, and the Harbinger of Darkness
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Saturday, November 11, 2006 15:48
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*arrives at the pub just in time to see Mai disappear.*
"It can't be that bad surely?"
*looks down at the spilled food, snake entrails and at the guys*
"Oh, it is that bad... Ok, girls, if there are any left *peers into the smoky gloom* I passed a great market on the way here, lets say we try some shopping - the perilesss sort - while they get cleaned up in here"
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As the sparks showed Seryn entering the Inn Adelle swung her hand threw the image scattering it across the room. The Bird obviously shocked by this flew away over the volcanos edge.
"The FOOLS!!!!" She shouted into the chasm. "They are more involved with their petty games than an actual problem"
She thrust her arm towards the lava beneath her and uttered a spell of an ancient dead language. From the fiery depths a column of magma arose carrying a staff at its peak. The staff was made of A crimson metal with a dull shine. At the tip it split into four and encircled a ball of flame burning under no fuel. The Tower reached her height and she took the staff angryly her eyes reflecting the inferno before her.
Thrusting the staff over the abyss and chanting more in her dead tounge the fire beneath her began to gurgle and spout. Flares rose to the roof of the cage raining there firey payload back into the magma chamber. Eventually three distinct shapes rose out of the red pool. They were three islands each bareing a small dragon complete with rider made of pure fire. The creatures awoke and began to roar about the chamber.
Adelle cracked her staff against the rock silencing the beasts. "There are plans afoot that must be quelled. The strangers must be occupied so the others cannot use them for their wicked ways. HOWEVER do not kill them. They may be of use"
The three dragons took off through the opening flying over her head into the valley below.
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*Serenity heads up to the Security Office to find Soul sleep...working very hard.*
Hello love! *she says, kissing him.*
I need you to watch Sera for a bit. I need to do some fertilizing in my garden.
Here's her diaper bag, some toys, her blanket..oh, and Toki *she says, as the little pink bunny hops off her shoulder and curls up next to the infant.* She just ate so she should be okay for a couple of hours.
Have fun with daddy, my little dove! *She kisses them both on the forehead, gives Toki a little chin-scratch, and heads to her garden.*
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"So, who're the Immortals again?"
Wil sighed for the seventh time during the half-hour walk. This chicken-manboy was impossible.
"There's eight or so, and they're very bad, and they want us dead."
"Who's us?"
"The Knights of the Octagon!" Wil nearly screamed. He'd mentioned the name at least six times previously.
13's eyes brightened. "You mean like Chuck Liddell and Randy Coutoure and Hoyce Gracy?"
"Yes. That's exactly who I mean."
13 smiled brightly, growing anxious with the knowledge that he would meet the great Hoyce Gracy.
Wil stopped, saying rather loudly "Well, here we are. The very well hidden and secret fortress of the Octa-"
His words were interrupted by an enormous bearpaw swatting him from the ground like some easily swatted thing. Similes didn't seem to be so important at the time.
13's jaw dropped as he craned his neck to see the bear's face, which was happily drooling. 13 noticed that the drool was crawling with tiny grubs.
13 drew his sword, although he felt it would be rather useless, dashing forward, and plunged the blade into the beast's leg.
It didn't seem terribly bothered, and only payed attention when two of Wil's arrows were suddenly sprouting from it's eyes. Apparently the archer had recovered. The beast collapsed, giving rise to dust and maggoty blood.
"Yes, I realize I summoned a diseased bear, dear Krysta. I only thought that it would aid in our strategy."
That voice sounded familiar to 13 somehow. A voice of his past, which was virtually his present, and not too far behind his future.
Silence, then, "It would've caused them to be frightened of...disease...and...plague...? Yes, that's it exactly. They would run in fear of catching it." An orange robed man descended, supported by several freakishly huge herons. And one sickly looking parrot.
"They are, after all, only human." He hesitated. "Well, for the most part."
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Ouroborous the Green smiled as he began another spell. Snakes slithered up and down his arms as he did so.
Krysta the White looked this way and that. Could this REALLY be the secret door to the hidden castle of the Octagonal Order? Or had she just walked into a trap?
Below them, Sir Wil and the chicken-man called 13 stared up at them. A flicker of a smile came across Sir Wil's face...
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"Oh, it is that bad... Ok, girls, if there are any left *peers into the smoky gloom* I passed a great market on the way here, lets say we try some shopping - the perilesss sort - while they get cleaned up in here"
SR arrives several hours later, at the pub, to discover that Seryn is infact not there.
"Hmm, she must be shopping, well I best be looking for her then, but not with this powerful thirst impairing my efficiency."
Scorpion Regent
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Having browsed around the pretty little knick knacks, coo-ed over the nice fabrics and raised an eyeborw at the slightly cheesy reproduction armour and weaponry, actively avoides the guy dressed in green velvet holding a bow and appraised all the corset sellers, she eventually finds what she;s looking for.
Bowing low to get through the door she finds herself in a small dingy smelly little room, and smiles broadly at the person, non-gender specific from what she can see, sitting behind a grimy counter. Chewing on something.
Less than a hour later, she's back at the inn, having given SR just enough time to sit down and look like he's been there for hours getting slowly sozzled.
Ordering herself some lunch and a glass of milk, she sit down and gives him a brief hug.
"Ok, I found what i was looking for, i now have marvellous things to help ease backpain and retaining and stop stretchmarks and soothe poor little overworked feet. Its been a productive day!
But do you still have that really bad sense of forboding?"
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As if on cue, a villager bursts into the inn, panic written on his face. "Dragon riders! Dragon riders are attacking the village!"
While Seryn and ScorpionRegent react to this news, in the back room Sir Kei sighs. "You'll have to excuse me for a moment," he tells his new friends TheRealMe, Jadehand, Jake7, and the rest.
As he gets up to go, TheRealMe turns to Jake7. "Huh. I wonder if these things count as chickens? Could you confuse them?"
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Well, if they're chickens, yes. If they're part chicken, well, it's hard to say, but I'll give it a shot.
I do have my remote with me, so everyone who wants to, stay close to me so the force field will encapsulate us all. At least we can be protected while I check to see if my confusion powers work. No sense in getting in harm's way when we don't have to!
**With that, Jake7 and the gang go outside to see what's going on. Once outside, she checks to see who's around her (OOC: I'm not naming names in case one of you doesn't feel like being in the field).**
Get in close guys!
**As the group settles in, she activates the protective force field and they all stare down the street**
Uh, TRM? What do you make of that?
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MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.
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"They just float out there, sending out raver breeding parties..."
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
As if on cue, a villager bursts into the inn, panic written on his face. "Dragon riders! Dragon riders are attacking the village!"
At this time Snarky chooses to start playing the opening bars of Mars Bringer of War by Gustav Holst. SR gently cuffs him on the back of the helmet and Snarky goes reluctantly silent.
"Well let's go see what they want to drink shall we?" says SR as he stands on slightly wobbly feet. As he advances toward the door his stride becomes more sure with every step.
Scorpion Regent
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