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Post by dain on Jul 9, 2007 18:31:54 GMT -5
There is that fateful moon. The moon that started my training all those years ago under that of Darius Darkstalker and the Drows of Auvryrahel. That fateful moon that signalled the rise of the apocalypse for Auvryrahel. The fateful moon that also marked the fall of the great Drow House and the rise of the Raeylin bloodline. Yet, here I am... sitting on a blank tombsone over a grave no one cares about anymore. The undead stray from me and mingle like I were one of their own, yet, the only difference is that my blood still flows through my veins, arteries, and of course my brain and heart. This moon, if I remember correctly, also marked the day I destroyed Niram'Hiru in the planar reaches of the Elghinn element. I still have the scars upon my back... the Death eagle's claws will never be forgotten while I still feel this ripped and scarred flesh underneath my shirt. This moon also signals something I keep secret from most. This night my powers are regenerated to full, and I have to wait another lunar year before Tobias spreads his wings once more in the black sky. It is peaceful here. There are no imbeciles lumbering about like scared chickens from the zombies and skeletal figures sauntering and guarding their ancient tombs.
Dain sat upon the tombstone, his fist placed under his chin as he pondered about what his life had been so far. The death, the torture, the battles... all for that of the sake of divine right and the shedding of blood for the Gods. He had decided a long while ago after the first battle he served in under the Drow, the battle of Vivindre'jyr, that his warrior days were as numbered as his mortality. HIs other hand played with a small dark orb, Elghinn Falma, as the little planar beast roamed around his body and hitched a ride on a living skeleton walking by him. The bony ghost looking straight at Dain with its eyeless sockets, then turning away and walking back to its favorite tomb.
Heh... almost like we're one of the same. Brothers of the dead yet I am the one still living. All the battles I have served in ahs made me smell like one of them, no matter how many showers I take. So much blood I have poured into the wine glass of Lloth, even though I am neither Drow nor Human anymore. I never wanted to be a Drow in the first place. Though still wanting my humanity was not enough, when I pleaded to Jock'toure to not bestow me with his power. Now I am but a spirit in a bag of meat and bones...
Elghinn Falma returned to Dain as the little beast spun rapidly, growing bigger until then a black surged went across the graveyard, and there flying was Hiru Falma. The second form of Elghinn Falma. The minor Death eagle flew over and perched on the black, burnt tree above him. Its shriek covering the blighted ground and turning the heads of the undead... for only a second.
Dain's cursed eyes sought toward the ngiht sky once more as the crescent moon ahead, perched like a hawk scouting its prey, shone brilliantly.
"So this is what it means... what it means to realize truth and fiction... and what it means to know who you are. I am a creation of this moon, the waning crescent of Tobias, the hunting hawk of lore." Dain talked to himself, his voice quiet and diminutive in respect to the grandness of the dead grounds. Dain flattened out the black tank-top he was wearing, his great biceps stretching and convulsing as he shifted himself upon the gravestone. Black cloth bag pants went all the way down to meet his equally dark leather Italian shoes. Something he'd saved from his time in the human world. A lesson he learned, you can never find comfortable shoes unless you steal them from the Italians. The demon of death leaned himself back on the gravestone as he used the tree for a backrest, his head and eyes never moving from the moon above.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 9, 2007 22:08:16 GMT -5
A strange person swung down from a tree branch above Dain's head, his legs looped around the branch of course so his face seemed to hover upside down about a foot from Dain's face. His seafoam-ish hair was tied back in a ponytail and it hung down towards the ground. His dark purple eyes seemed hazily clouded as he squinted at Dain, "Why-be-you-neon-pink?" he asked in a skittery, confused tone that was hung thickly with a ScotsIrish accent. He then ghasped, his hand raised and poked Dain's forehead with enough force to swing the strange blue-green haired elf backwards a bit and he shouted, "I CAN SEE YOUR SKULL!!!!" his mouth was agape as he looked wide eyed at Dain.
The stranger seemed somewhat out of it and he was clothed in a black jacket without sleeves, the upper part of the torso was a deep red color- like freshly spilled blood and there were celtic-esque designs in silver on his jacket as well. A light gray scarf was tied around his kneck and hung towards the ground, it would be potentially very useful if one wanted to pull him down from the tree any time soon. He had a strange brown, leather bag on his back but whatever he carried in it seemed to be a mystery... though three francisca axes fell out of it and landed on the ground with a dull 'thud.' The weapons were obviously quite nice and finely crafted, the blades shimmered in the light of the waning moon though the strange elf took no notice in it as he pressed his forefinger into Dain's skull. Rather awkward since he was silent after his exclamation about seeing said skull. He just seemed to be looking in wonder at the skull that he could apparently see. weirdo.
The sound of a few scavengers or whatever it was sounded in the distance, making it all the more aware to the two just how quiet it had become though the odd elf didn't seem to care much...
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Post by J-Bear! on Jul 9, 2007 22:09:49 GMT -5
Jatza strolled through the cemetary, knowing her father had been moved here right before she had come here. She wondered if she'd ever be able to find his grave here. She passed by the tree and performed a double-take. Terent was hanging upside-down from a tree, and there was a person she didn't know sitting there.
She walked over to them, hoping Terent was alright. "Hello? Terent, are you alright? Who are you," asked Jatza, the last question directed towards the stranger.
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Post by dain on Jul 9, 2007 22:10:39 GMT -5
Dain simply faded away into a wisp of shadow as he moved himself away from the grave, and reappeared sitting on a new tombstone. Hiru Falma simply pecked Terent on the head with curiousity. Apparently, the death eaglet had no idea what substance abuse was.
"I am who I am (conceited) ." Dain answered, talking in riddles as he stood up from his seat. THe undead around the area suddenly looked up from their endless walk and started moving toward Jatza and the idiot man, but Dain held up a halting hand as the skeletal and fleshy forms went back to what they were doing almsot immediately.
"You see, I could be a zombie. I could be a figment of your imagination. Yet, am I so real that the answer should be realistic as well? Who am I? I am the one student at TMA who holds an actual list of whom I've killed. The name's Dain, Dain West. At your service." The tall man answered, bowing slightly as he straightened himself and sat back up on the tombstone. He held out his arm as Hiru Falma immediately took off from pecking the tree man's head and perched on Dain's muscled arm.
"Though my question for you is beyond identities. What are you doing here amidst so many enemies? If I weren't here, your brain would be seething in a bowl of grit and entrails."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 9, 2007 22:24:53 GMT -5
"I be seein' no enemies. I see only FRIENDS!" Terent shouted rather happily, not responding at all by the whole being poked deal, he quickly and rather promptly fell from the tree and landed square on his face. He stood up and rubbed his head, yawned rather loudly and looked at Dain, then Jatza... then the world around him, "Now how the hell did I get here..." he pondered to himself outloud. Obviously something had happened when he hit the ground... how being in an impact with the ground would snap someone out of a drug's effects was unknown and rather moreso impossible... then again, it was Terent. He picked the axes up from the ground and put them in his bag, freezing upon seeing the several shrooms he carried, he counted them... some were missing. He wasn't quite sure why he used the shrooms... or when... he just did. He cursed himself under his breath for being an idiot and he looked at the others. While Dain could be described as to being a rather tall man, Terent was rather short- standing at a staggering four foot, ten inches. Ah yes, the always present and unkind annoyance of short jokes were there in his life. Terent brushed some of the dirt from atop his head and from his jacket, he was half tempted to ask how much of a fool he had made of himself but he already knew the answer... and was rather unhappy with the fact that he had gotten high... again...
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 10, 2007 0:24:29 GMT -5
As the great poet said, it was much better to get low than to get high, if one was into such fluctuations of height. The trees were as dead and stiff as politicians at a funeral. That pretty much went for the zombies too, though they seemed a bit more lively. Probably because of all the fungus your see in graveyards. Breathing that stuff was not healthy (though great for the mood) even for the dead.
"Rambling again," Gerro sighed aloud. All of six inches tall and spritely to the tips of his green tipped wings, he flew unnoticed past the dead ones and lighted on a looming angel of stone. The chill promptly permeated through his soft leather shoes through his teeny form, stealing a shiver out of him that made his bells jingle. The school had such a wide selection of unpleasant places, he just didn't know where to start.
Though the whispering air was hardly any warmer than cursed stone angels, Gerro's wings blurred into life again at the sight of people: Good old Terent, some guy, and a female student. The last certainly not the least.
The sprite teacher rested on Jatza's shoulder, his smile mischievous. Though his skin was pale, Gerro was as vibrant as any butterfly, with lime colored curls and cherry red eyes. His clothes were loose and sported silver bells such as the type you'd see around the holidays on sleds and reindeer.
"It looks like not all of the angels are cold here," he grinned at her, eyes sparkling. At closer inspection of the other student, Gerro was getting strong vibes of power.
Hey, some people had it. Hopefully this one wouldn't be the type that blew up New York and renamed it Pohappininskizzle.
"Hiya Terent, what are you doing out here?" the sprite asked curiously. Diet Sprite, no caffeine but full of sugar. "Are these two your friends?"
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Post by J-Bear! on Jul 10, 2007 12:14:00 GMT -5
"Hello, Dain, I am Jatza Yaritza. To answer your question, my father was moved here recently, and I wanted to find him. Or rather, his grave," Jatza replied, not even flinching at his last comment. She watched the strange eaglet fly over to Dain and perch on his outstretched arm, not showing her befuddlement.
She quickly directed hre attention to her Master Teacher, who, unfortunately, had fallen out of a tree. "Terent, are you all right? Why were you in a tree?" Jatza asked, sounding concerned. She hoped he was okay, so she could actually take lessons from him. As soon as she realized if he wasn't okay, he would be on the ground, or writhing in pain, or something else to show his pain, she looked at the sprite on her shoulder.
"And who are you?" Jatza asked him amiably. "And what did you mean by that comment?" She hoped he wasn't going to kill her or something. She honestly didn't want to be killed too soon.
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Post by dain on Jul 10, 2007 12:30:34 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, Jatza. Also, your teacher there was intoxicated. Meaning, he was high. I haven't seen a hafling in a while though..." Dain commented as Hiru Falma flew off his arm into the tree, then he walked up to Terent and poked the small man on his head. His gaze then went to the fairy, or sprite, which intrigued Dain by its presence here.
Damn.... it knows what I was going to do to New York...
His ears picked up a scuttling of legs as he looked back down to Terent, and a black widow making its way up his leg. He poked the halfing's head again and pointed down to his leg to alert him.
"Errmm... Terent? There's a widow on your leg and she looks like she's going to bite in a minute or so... just don't move, alright? If you don't move, it'll probably just go away." Dain informed the little midget man.
The undead once again turned their heads and started making their way toward the group, but Dain saw this and held up his hand once mroe to halt them. They turned tail and went back into their tombs once more. He liked the idea of controlling them to do as he pleased...
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 10, 2007 12:43:25 GMT -5
Before Terent could make a retort about not being a halfling, because in all honesty- he wasn't a hobbit or something of that sort. He was an elf, albeit- a fairly unlucky elf to get all the short genes, but an elf nonetheless. The small spider was crawling up his leg and he froze, eyes wide as he stared at the creature. "S-someone get it off..." he said, his voice shaky. He had the strongest case of arachnaphobia this side of reality. "please..." he muttered, his eyes continued to look at the spider and he didn't say anything else, he didn't move either in the hopes that the student was right and it would go away. Spiders were bad, nasty, horrid creatures. His purple eyes were perfectly focused on the spider, the black widow was poisonous... and he knew that... he knew of several other species of spiders. He then got an idea and slowly he bent down, not moving the leg which was the designated resting place for the spider and he pointed towards it with his finger when a burst of light speared from his fingertip and through the spider. He then proceeded in the act of wiping off any traces that the spider had ever been there, "Ha! You thought you could get me this time, did ye?" He asked the dead creature with a feeling of triumph.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 10, 2007 20:34:11 GMT -5
"Call me Gerro," he said, offering a florid little bow. "And I meant nothing of that comment, except to touch upon your stunning beauty, dear Jatza. Doubtless you hear about that enough, though, so I won't bore you with that kind of talk."
Current assessment: 1) Dain can control the dead. Always fun, and it was great if you were looking into a horror movie career. 2) Jatza was a fine young woman. Very adorable. 3) Split-tongue-grass! Terent has...errr... had a black widow on him.
Spiders, they were errr bugs. They didn't really hurt anyone and enjoyed minding their own business. But some people just could not abide them. Good old Fally would shriek at the sight of them, and Cheshire would almost faint. Of course, the elf wouldn't let him squish them either, as Terent had just done. Poor spider wasn't expecting that. Maybe fear of spiders just ran in elf family lines. No wait, he knew a drow that had a pet spider once... so much for that theory....
Rambling again.
"You showed that spider, Terent," he laughed. "Now all the spiders in this graveyard are going to have a vendetta against your family. Their great great grandchildren will be taught to fear and hate your face." Mario and Antonio, leaders of the black widow mafia against elf killing.
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Post by J-Bear! on Jul 10, 2007 21:11:24 GMT -5
Jatza looked in horror at the little sprite. "Gerro, aren't you a teacher? And stunning beauty? I am an elf, sir. And no, I don't hear much about it, seeing as I don't get out much," Jatza said, horrified. He was a little scary.
She looked at Terent oddly. "Terent, you have arachnophobia?" Jatza tried restraining laughter. There certainly was much Jatza had to learn about her teacher. "Of course, being royal, you aren't supposed to be afraid of anything, but I think everyone is, don't you?" She looked at the sprite, still on her shoulder, although not directing the question to him, but to Terent.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 10, 2007 23:26:19 GMT -5
"Not afraid... just a wee bit... unnerved..." He said as his eyes scanned the ground around him to make sure that there weren't any spiders that might have been coming his way for revenge, he then looked towards Gerro, "An' you! Evil little short person!" he said pointing towards the sprite, "Stop talkin' 'bout the spiders... dirty little creatures..." he said as a sheild of magic glittered around him- to keep the creatures away of course. In the part of his mind that wasn't imagining a hoarde of angry, eight legged creatures attacking on a rampage he was thinking through what Jatza had said, all royals seemed afraid of something and the need to be unafraid, nay almost a requirement was a lie to make those in power seem more stable, more powerful. Everyone had fears these days, and in the past. There was no hiding the fear he had seen in the eyes of the people, wine glasses toppled to the ground, splashing the rich scent of chardonnay into the air while the banquet lay before them, ready to be eaten. It started when an heir from The Republic of Virisea collapsed to the ground, dead. Terent sat at the head of the table, watching as the pandemonium broke out at the celebration in his honor went awry whilst several of the wealthy rose in panic as they began to fall to the ground dead as stone, one by one.
All people could be driven to fear, it was just a question of figuring out how, royals weren't impervious and Terent knew that his student probably feared things as well, how else would she be so obedient of an abusive mother if not by fear? It didn't neccesarily have to be fear for herself, it could have been a fear for another.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 10, 2007 23:43:26 GMT -5
"Sorry Terent, they're just bugs. They don't go out of their way to hurt you half as much as people do," Gerro apologized, though he couldn't hold back a grin. He was sorry, but also very amused at the situation. His face fell a bit at the short comment though, taking a countenence of largely feigned outrage. "I'll have you know that there are advantages to being an 'evil little short person'."
Jatza seemed a bit scared of him, poor thing. 'Didn't get out much', well, he supposed not. Oh well, you had to go slowly with elven girls. They tended to think every compliment was some suspicious plot to put them off guard and kill them. Was a bit of harmless flattery really such a crime? "Yeah, just a Master Teacher, though I've been hoping for music one of these days. I'm didn't mean to offend you, though," he said, shaking his head in dejected shame.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 11, 2007 2:06:30 GMT -5
"Don't be so quick to be judging them, Gerro... they plot and they plan, taking up arms in violence when it's assured to be victory, little demons..." Terent was obviously very much convinced that spiders weren't to be trusted, he shook his head. He really did know that his fear was mostly irrational though it didn't keep him from feeling the intense arachnaphobia whenever he saw a spider. He looked around cautiously for any spiders at the moment and released the magic that surrounded him and he looked towards Jatza, then Gerro, then Dain, then the undead things. His elven ears twitched and he scratched his head nervously, still with the feeling that he was to be attacked at any moment.
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Post by J-Bear! on Jul 12, 2007 17:31:19 GMT -5
Jatza threw an odd glance to her shoulder, still an apparently comfortable resting place for Gerro. She wondered what he meant by 'advantages'. "You like music? What kind? And no offense was taken," Jatza said after assuring he was a teacher.
She faced Terent. "I don't think you will be attacked, Terent. Dain's here, so he can keep the undead away, and if a spider comes near you, you can always zap it," Jatza said, still a little amazed that he had arachnophobia.
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