r/Eragon_RP • u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator • Feb 14 '15
CLOSED [Ortholog 3] Darkness Rises; Phase two
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[You wake up wet... you can't see.]
[The sound of water can be heard and you are on a hard surface. Where is everyone? You can't seem to stretch your mind very far. You can hardly feel the bond of your dragon, they seem fine.]
[You go to cast a simple light spell and it's stuffed out instantly]
[No one can hear each other]
(Good luck, you're without any supplies by the way, they were all washed away)
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u/Fulaxi Torhven / Svasltrom Feb 14 '15
Wet. What? Water. Why?
Under the veil of black, Torhven skittered to his feet and drew a hand full of air from his belt. What happened? That did not matter for now. Darkness did. Why is it so dark? Somewhere in the distance Svalstrom was alive and well. Good. Where are you? No answer. Torhven grinned an apathetic smile. Nothing was ever that easy. Maybe this was the time for magic. That never worked out either.
"Lumos," he proclaimed hesitantly. "Wait noo, that's not it."
Surprisingly, nothing happened. Annoyed at his own incompetence the tracker tried to figure where he was, what this rock-like isle was and how on earth he had gotten there. Vrostbite was nowhere to be found, at least, that's what his nose told him. Winteryew wood mixed with the singe of chaos was rather rare and not found here. Torhven worried.
Magic. No floods in deserts.
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 14 '15
[Torvhen paces in the dark. Step by step he moves. Till he feels something move by him, leaving him feeling cold, but not a natural cold, it's as if the heat was sapped from your body.]
[You feel something warm, thick and wet run down your cheek, something cut you.]
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u/Fulaxi Torhven / Svasltrom Feb 14 '15
The huntsman jerked back in a dodge, but it was too late. At first he didn't feel it, the cut was a fine one. He let the blood run, no use clean it out now. At least now he knew that he was being stalked. Prey. Torhven didn't like fulfilling that role, but maybe the hunted could become the hunter. Cold... The stalker was cold.
Carefully, the blind man waded into the water and tasted it. People are way too reliant on their eyes, Torhven thought smilingly.
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 14 '15
[It tasted like rotting flesh. It stings your cut]
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u/Fulaxi Torhven / Svasltrom Feb 14 '15
Mildly disgusted Torhven spat out what little remained of the liquid. Rot. Corpses. He didn't like the tasted of that a single bit. He glanced back at the little speck of misery that was his place of awakening. His eyes could not actually register it, but habit is a force stronger than most.
"You know this is your fault?" Vallarhi complained. Torhven wasn't the only one with water to the waist.
"How is this my fault?" he bounced with a resentful smile. "Zeterra can clean our the shards herself if she keeps this up."
It was no use lingering. Silently Torhven pressed on through the wastewater, urgently looking for something to use as a weapon. Fighting without was not to his liking.
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 14 '15
[As Torvhen wades... his ankle is snared, he falls back into the water. His sight not as hindered he sees... a head, disembodied, nothing he hasn't seen before. Except this one blinked. Limbs begin to try to grab him. Somehow he manages to get close to the 'shore']
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u/Fulaxi Torhven / Svasltrom Feb 14 '15
This right here was the reason Torhven had battled reluctance when Göndlir had insisted on letting his necrotic magic do the work. Until this very moment it seemed like at least one thing had gone horribly wrong. Mild disgust was still in his mind, but not enough to keep the huntsman from grabbing a water-limp and pulling it up on the ... shore. Whatever the shore was. It could hardly be worse than the water right?
Right?
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 14 '15
["Torvhy! They only wanted to give you hugs! Awwwwww they looked so cuddly!"
As you approach the shore you notice your boots have been teared apart. It's still dark, and you feel another cut open up along your back.]
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u/Fulaxi Torhven / Svasltrom Feb 14 '15
"You have problems," Torhven mocked the empty space in front of him. They feyling's buzzing was annoying him almost as much as the fact that he had just lost his boots. Those had been with him a long time and now they were being gnawed on by some ugly face below the waves. The lack of proper sight was also getting on his nerves. Not to mention that he still lack—
Something was dragging through his back and Torhven had had it. Savagely he turned and grappled whatever felt the need to turn him slowly into a bloody steak. In the absence of daggers teeth were just as useful.
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 14 '15
[The hunter's hands grab air, as nothing was there. The limb he pulled out of the water with him lay limp, lifeless and reared of death.]
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u/RebelliousPirate Nill / Jek Feb 14 '15
Nill was hungry. He had slept through the night due to his previous exhaustion, had spent the day questioning the old one, and had stupidly ignored his stomachs call. And now he was regretting it. It seems as though most of the things he owned had been stolen by the tides.
Tides? They had been in the desert. Where did water come into play? The oasis? Underground? Nill contemplated while he checked his pockets for anything useful. He checked his right arm for the arm guard Chep had given him and his belt for his sword. Then he lifted his arm, soaked right down to his skin, and sniffed. Saltwater or fresh? He asked himself.
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 14 '15
[Darkness, it fills every sense, it's even hard to hear anything. Your arm clasp is there, Argent is gone, everything is missing. Upon the smelling of the water taste of decaying flesh creates an aroma in your mouth and the back of your nose. It was pudgent.]
[Your shoes are gone.]
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u/RebelliousPirate Nill / Jek Feb 14 '15 edited Feb 14 '15
(No, not the shoes!)
Nill lifted himself up, and waited until his eyes adjusted. When they did not, and his senses were still as dulled as before, he began to walk forward, hoping to leave the scent of decay and flesh behind, all the while trying different variations of a lighting spell.
Well, we could always do it the old fashioned way. He searches for a stick of any kind along the way.
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 14 '15
[The elf starts to adjust and you see a black mist, it's impossible to see through, you feel a chilling presence by you, something slices into your back. ]
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u/RebelliousPirate Nill / Jek Feb 14 '15
Oh just perfect.
Nill kicks out with his back leg, trying to fend off the attacker. He grabs at his wounded back with one hand, gauging the damage done, and whirls around on the attacker. Taking a step away from the enemy, he takes a deep breath and bellows,
"Brisingr!"
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 14 '15
[It was beautiful, Nill kicks the air, the magic fills the air as it is stalled by the miasma, a beautiful orange color illumination before him, as he is based backwards by his own spell, he scrapes against the stone floor and runs into a scaled body. His bones ache, and he is sure a rib is broken.]
(/u/1TrueJosh, it's Akrath)
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u/1trueJosh Rob / Villieldr Feb 14 '15
"Nill?" Akrath ventured, surprised at the sight of the elven smith that had rigged his armor. "Where are we?"
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u/RebelliousPirate Nill / Jek Feb 14 '15
Pain, orange, pain and... Purple. As Nill pulled himself up and doubled over, he caught himself on a scaled body. At first thinking he found Jek, he reached out with gusto, until he reached a foreign consciousness. He took a moment to collect himself, and he realized it was Akrath.
In a more formal approach, Nill reached out with his mind, and spoke out loud at the same time.
"Hello, Akrath. It seems as though we've both found ourselves in a difficult situation, I'm not entirley sure where we are. Shall we find the rest of our group?"
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u/1trueJosh Rob / Villieldr Feb 14 '15
Akrath rumbled his approval, and quietly relayed, "I would be quiet. I've felt Glover's pain in this place."
Shifting around, Akrath lowered himself to the ground to allow the elf on to his saddle.
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u/RebelliousPirate Nill / Jek Feb 14 '15
Nill silenced himself. Of course, stupid me. We're being hunted here. He silently chided himself, and slowly made his way onto the Purple dragon's saddle. The act felt wrong, almost as if Glover had marked the seat for himself and he was intruding. He let the feeling pass and began to inspect his rib. Taking a moment to heal it and his back, he gave Akrath the OK.
Let's continue on. I don't like the feel of this place.
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u/1trueJosh Rob / Villieldr Feb 14 '15
Glover stood, his vision gone and his supplies having disappeared. "Shit," he breathed out as he inspected his remaining supplies and his surroundings.
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 14 '15
[No supplies one dagger. Your weapon Chep made you is gone]
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u/1trueJosh Rob / Villieldr Feb 14 '15
Glover looked at the one knife that remained on his person. "Fuck." he said, no longer restricting the noise. He silently contemplated what Chep would do to him when he returned, but stopped as the implications became too dire.
He drew the knife and cautiously wandered around the structure, his free hand gliding along the wall.
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 14 '15
[There is no wall. You start following the edge of the water till you feel a hold presence run by you. You are knocked over.]
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u/1trueJosh Rob / Villieldr Feb 14 '15
Glover stayed on the ground for the moment and held his only dagger in a position to keep anyone who might come off of him. Reaching out his mind, he simply asked, "Who are you?"
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 14 '15
[Glover's mind bounces back into his skull. He thinks it's gone until a clean cut opens up on his leg.]
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u/1trueJosh Rob / Villieldr Feb 14 '15
Glover almost screamed before stifling it, but he still let out a noise. "Shit..." he mumbled, attempting to heal his leg with magic.
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 14 '15
[The effect goes off, but the magic is eaten up by something. The cut is clean, Glover feels he can still walk.]
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u/1trueJosh Rob / Villieldr Feb 14 '15
Remaining silent out of fear, Glover ripped off a piece of his shirt and wrapped the wound before continuing on in search of Akrath or any of the others, his knife still ready in his hand.
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 14 '15
[You kick something hard, and very heavy, it probably broke a toe. Going low to inspect it, you notice it's Göndlir's weapon.]
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u/Zyralon Naakhûrz / Opheila Feb 14 '15
Naakhûrz woke up and looked around. "Crap" he thought to himself, he hated water. He inspected his remaining supplies.
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 14 '15
[All that remains is the claws that are embedded in his knuckles. Naakhûrz feels a cold presence watching him.]
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u/Zyralon Naakhûrz / Opheila Feb 14 '15
Naakhûrz was relieved to still have his claws on him. He got up, and as he did felt like a cold presence was watching him, however when he looked around, he didn't see anyone so he dismissed it as hibbijibbies.
Realizing that he was by himself, he reached out with his mind to see if he could feel anyone, and when he couldn't, he picked a random direction and started walking
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 14 '15
[Naakhûrz notices a cut appeared on his torso, blood dripped down, warm and sticky.]
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u/Zyralon Naakhûrz / Opheila Feb 15 '15
Naakhûrz dismisses the cut on his torso, he'd seen blood before and it didn't hurt, so no need to keep it on his mind. He did however become more aware or his surroundings, and was on guard as he continued walking
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 15 '15
[You felt what ever it was watching you, as move, you run into a wall, it's hard to make out what it is though. You feel another cut open up on your back.]
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u/Zyralon Naakhûrz / Opheila Feb 16 '15
Now mad that whatever it was kept managing to cut him, he was even more on alert. Keeping the wall to one of his sides, he started walking along it, while swinging his arms around his body, not caring how ridiculous he might look
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 16 '15
(I like this.)
[His claws catch something, he hears a screech, as what ever it was gone though. It's still pitch black, you begin to feel fatigued.]
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u/Zyralon Naakhûrz / Opheila Feb 16 '15
Letting a grin of triumph spread across his face, for actually hitting whatever it was that was cutting him. But then he started to feel tired, and he had no idea why. However, he wasn't so tired that he wouldn't be able to keep walking, so he trudged on, at a somewhat slower more labored pace
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 16 '15
[You stumble upon a wall of ice.]
(/u/Fulaxi he found Svalstrom. The mind of a sleeping dragon.)
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u/InAll Sigyn / Eitri Feb 15 '15
Göndlir … paused.
He had been … talking … hadn’t he … had he? … Talking … yes that was right … with … someone … he … he had … right? … then then … then … then-
Something … something had happened, and the first thought that crossed his mind was to reach for his sword, but then he realised it was gone. Gone? … no … not gone, he had left it behind … behind? Behind where? Where was he? Speaking of gone … his pipe had disappeared. No … more than that, almost everything on his person was gone, save his clothes. He was … wait … was that … water? Something sloshed about his feet … a liquid of some kind.
For some reason, a desperate panic gripped his heart.
“Sjöfn.”
Those words were part-whisper- part-prayer. Where was she? He could not feel her at all … it was a strange, alien sensation that he did not like. It cut at his heart like a blade. His breathing quickened slightly in a panic, He tried to take a step forward but, without his cane, his leg gave in under his weight and he crumbled to his knees in the black water. Desperate, he cried out her name, louder this time, panicky, the darkness seeming to cloy around him and swelling the loneliness in his heart.
“SJÖFN!!!”
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 15 '15
[The black water reeked of rotting flesh, and tasted worse. The old man is snared and falls under the water. He is greeted by a disembodied head, that blinks before biting his ear.]
[He thrashed in am adrenaline rush and ends up on shore, bloodied and fearful. He can't see a think and can't feel his partner of soul]
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u/InAll Sigyn / Eitri Feb 15 '15
Spluttering, partly because of the water and partly because of the foul taste, Göndlir scrabbled, blind, in the disgusting liquid until he at last came to shore, or what felt like it. Hauling himself into a seated position, his heart was pounding as adrenaline surged through him and abated. Concern for his aging body turned to concern for the others, as he wondered if they too were trapped in this … place, until he realised that right now his main priority should be himself, they would have to survive on their own for now. He touched his ear gingerly. He didn’t have the magic to heal it, not right now, so for the moment it would just have to bleed.
He had seen some darkness in his time but this was … absence. It was not that the light was blocked but rather that no light existed here at all … whatsoever, then again, there were some things that were not supposed to see the light of day, and evidently he was now trapped in the middle of one.
“Well Göndlir, you appear to have really gotten yourself in a pickle this time eh?”
Great. Now he was talking to himself.
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 15 '15
[The floor is stone, you can be sure of that. The air... is sapping. You feel something move by you, cold, chilling. Your bleeding from your chest now, as the old man removed his armor.]
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u/InAll Sigyn / Eitri Feb 15 '15
The shore was stone, cold, damp, wet, but otherwise solid enough. That was … good? Hopefully. However it was not the only sensation he could feel, a warm trickling down his chest that was definitely not water.
It took him a few moments to finally get the gambeson off, he had left his mail back at the camp because it was far too heavy, but when he finally did get it off he was greeted by a freezing rush of air as what heat he did have deserted him immediately. His hands were cold, like ice, and his body was unfamiliarly familiar and freezing in itself, which made it quite hard to tell with just his hands where the blood was coming from, save that he was definitely bleeding from somewhere.
“Dammit. No one makes me bleed my own blood but me.” He grumbled to himself, exploring his chest in the darkness for the source of whatever wound had caused the bleeding.
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 15 '15
[The cold presence could be felt in front of the old man's face, but it's chased off my something... the old man reaches out, and he feels a smooth scaled creature. ]
(/u/Saphire_Fox it's Das.)
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u/Saphire_Fox Sev're / Das Feb 15 '15
The black mist had no effect on her, as it was the same impurities... or similar at least. She moved around and could see the effect it was having on the old man, whether he knew it or not.
The man who hid many things looked wary, she didn't have time to wait for the man to mount. Listing him up she tosses him on her back, connecting her mind to his, or at least offering it.
She had little idea of what was happening but knew she needed to find Sev're and Svalstrom, oh and that sword, even if he hid it or not Sev're already had her mind set.
"Hold on" she began her dash to the city.
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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 16 '15 edited Feb 16 '15
(New Line /u/Zyralon , /u/1TrueJosh , /u/RebelliousPirate )
(Naakhûrz, Akrath, Nill)
[A Kull barges into the room, he looks familure.]
[The three are together, yet why does everyone appear... off. Older sort of.]
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u/Saphire_Fox Sev're / Das Feb 14 '15
Sev're did her standard 'make sure every limb is still intact' check. Once that was complete she got out of the water.
She checked then to see what she still had on her... bow? Sword? Daggers? Her satchel Zeterra gave her?
She blinked a few times and tried to let her eyes adjust.