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Post by Namari Lovelle on Feb 21, 2012 18:15:13 GMT -5
"Oh wonderful. Walking. My favourite thing..." Namari mumbled, pouting. As much as a fighter as the woman was, she was as lazy as a bat. The only time she was active was when she had to be.
Post by Namari Lovelle on Feb 21, 2012 18:22:40 GMT -5
"Quite yet, you say...that's great...that means we'll be running eventually..." she grumbled even more, running a hand over her hair and rubbing her face as she walked.
"We only need run if there is reason to run." Dadramora said to them both, then he came upon another obstacle. It was a door with no handle, and it had Dadramora thoroughly puzzled. "What in the hell? Either of you have any idea how to get past this?" He asked quizically. He attempted to blow it down, but it only got repelled and sent Dadramora flying.
(feel free to open the door any way you wish lol)
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Dosise studied the door. He may have figured it out without even touching it yet. He walked up and softly placed his hands on the door, he slid them across the face of the door. When his hand came to where a door handle would normally be, it stopped, hitting something that couldn't be seen.
Dosise chuckled, it was a very clever illusion. Backed with magic to make it stronger, lucky for them he knew illusions quite well. He heard a click as the knotch on the handle was pressed down by his tumb and he effortlessly pushed the door open. He looked back to the two, "Sometimes it's not how hard you can push," he then smirked.
Dadramora shook his head and chuckled. "True enough Dosise."
With that he pushed past Dosise and walked into the new room, where there were two things. One of them was a stone that was glowing very lightly, barely putting off any light. The other was what frightened Dadramora most. It was a Viin, and it was sleeping. "Both of you, make absolutely no sound at all." Dadramora whispered. The Viin stirred and rolled onto its back, snoring.
Carefully, Dadramora walked into the small room and headed straight for the stone. He got to it a minute later, and was close enough to the Viin he could smell its faint odor. That's when he saw a scar running down its right arm, and Dadramora couldn't help but smile. This was the same Viin he and his brother had fought and managed to get away from all those years ago. Dadramora put that memory out of his head and examined the stone, then realized it was a teleportation stone. Dadramora laid a hand on it and used a different spell on it, and his mind immediately zoomed to the other end. (ok, this is where I'm going to have three seperate endings to this reply. Dosise, you pick which one you want.)
1. It was a dimly lit room, with a man sitting in a lone chair. He seemed deep in thought and had a fairly nice sword next to him, and Dadramora couldn't help but thinking he knew this person. The more he thought, the less he knew. Then it hit him. This was the same man who had been there when he had fought Ryn. Xeon. (Black hydra reference)
2.Dadramora's mind was immediately taken to a city, and it wasn't Avaleur. No, if his guess was right and the Tetrean cloth in that room of bodies was a Tetrean cloth, then this city is the capitol of Tetra. He saw a dim glow coming from somewhere in the castle, a light of magic that shines through brick and stone if you know how to spot it. A teleportation stone in the middle of Tetra's capitol? What was going on here? (How Tetra got here)
3.This wasn't right. This stone had two purposes, one to teleport and another to show the deepest suspicions. Dadramora saw a boy in red with metal claws, he was stealing and hated people in general. He shook this out of his mind and delved deeper, and was even more frightened. Whoever made this stone was meaning to toy with the mind of the one who tried to read it. It showed Kavanah, dying. He had a huge hole in his stomach, and was coughing up blood. The sounds of battle echoed through his mind, faint, as if it hadn't happened yet.
Dadramora released his mind, and was shaking from what he had seen. He looked up at Dosise, then stood and tiptoed back to the two who were standing a bit inside the doorway. "You first." He whispered to Dosise, and with that he lightly touched Dosise on the head and transferred what he had seen to his mind, waiting for his opinion on the matter.
(that was tough to do lol, harder than you think.)
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
((First off, great idea with this post. It was so hard to choose which one lol XD))
Dosise flenched after recieving the mental vision. He saw the capitol of Tetra, but he saw a little more than what Daramora had. He watched the stone form from pebbles and a blinding flash came from it as it solidified. A large multitude of soldiers came from the stone, a first the havock they caused seemed as it would destory the entire capitol. But than the troops of Tetra countered driving them completely back and vanqiushing all of them.
Dosise blinked a few times, "I think we know how they got here..." he whispered, unaware of how much Dadramora saw of that.
"That is not good. Tetra doesn't need that, and they especially don't need to come here unless they have a deathwish." He noticed Namari and forgot that he hadn't yet shown her. "Would you like to see what we saw?" Dadramora asked in a whisper.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Dadramora walked over to her quietly and put his hand on her forehead, then sent the same images he had sent Dosise to her, then froze as he heard the Viin move in his sleep again.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Dadramora exhaled slowly, then jumped as he heard a crashing sound from the end of the hallway they had come from. Dadramora sent a light ahead, and was saddened to see that the hall had collapsed upon itself. "Dammit." He whispered. Then he heard a second sound that scared him more. The roar of a Viin who was pissed off. He turned and saw the massive figure stand on its legs. It was ten feet tall easy, very muscular and had gray skin. Its eyes were solid red with huge black pupils and it had a muzzle that extended from its face. Its teeth were sharper than a razor, and as long as the fangs of a lion. Dadramora felt a wave of magic wash over him, dazing him.
"Dosise! Does Kagero share a psychic link with you?" He asked, hoping Dosise would answer quickly. They didn't have much time.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Dosise was surpsised by the hiegth of the Viin. Laying down it didn't look that big. "Uh, ya we have been working on it." he said to Dadramora as he readied his hand on the hilt of his sowrd just in case.
"Okay, then I need to to have him tear a hole into the ground to get to us. That's the only way we're gettin outta here alive unless we get to that teleportation stone fast." As Dadramora finished his sentence, the Viin sucked him in with a magnetic spell, then grabbed him by the head and slammed him into the ground, stunning him for a very long time. The Viin roared in victory and went to stomp on Dadramora's head.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Dosise sent the message to Kagero before he realized Dadramora was on the ground about to have his face smashed in. He took his new knife, assuming it would work better, and threw it with skill to pierce the foot of the Viin that it was using to stand with. His hope was that it would knock it off balance, thus making the stomp much weaker, or it give up the stomp all together.
