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Scarlet Drakes

Postby Xyster » Fri Oct 28, 2005 6:22 pm

The rumors, they spread like wild fire. The fall of a once great city...the cult of the damned, dark omens from beyond this world. Everywhere across the kingdoms the news flew. Striden had been destroyed in a night, the villages near it ravaged by beasts. This what the horrors twenty years ago had fortold. The monsters, the beasts, the demons of darkness and magic had returned.

"They say that dragon leads them...red as the blood of his victims. His followers are demons in human skin, creatures made from the blood of those that they slay."

"No...the leader is a human...a mage of great power that sold his soul to the devil. If you look into his eyes he eats your soul and you become his slave..."

"You're wrong...he's not a human or a dragon...he's the devil himself and if you see him or any of his followers you're lost forever..."


The band marched forwards, their goal ever present in their minds. The trail of across the sky leading them forwards, the promised sign from so long ago.

Grand Elder looked back at his small group. How it had grown over the days that they traveled, people coming from their houses to walk with them and simply not stopping. Women, children, even animals followed them now...a strange band to see traveling along the road. Stilll the Grand Elder did not stop; he could not. How long had they awaited this?

Through the snow they traveled, camping and finding rest where they could. Their promised sanctuary was a long distance off...to where the trail of fire in the sky lead them. Each morning with the rising sun a great bird streaked across the sky, pointing the path for them to take. Every night it circled above their camp, calling out in its strange way.

The Grand Elder watched as his young wyvren dolled out the small rations of food. None of them complained about the cold anymore...none of them complained about anything. The other refugees from the city were as silent as the Drakes. Very few of them spoke if any...it was a general hush throughout the large camp made under the bluff. Some had dozed off, while some fed and others practiced their fighting. None knew what lay ahead, but all knew the nothing that lay behind.
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Postby Princess of Fire » Fri Oct 28, 2005 10:46 pm

Sora Emplin was one of the lost ones. Being half demon, she was of neither the humans nor the demons. She decided that when the time came, she would purely rely on her instincts. But for now, her powers were few. Along with strength and healing power, Sora could understand and speak to animals.

Although she was never ashamed of her heritage, she had met too few people who truly excepted her. So, she wore forest green robed and gloves to hide her half breed exterior. Under the massive clothes, she was very beautiful. Her sea-weed green hair flowed down to her waste and she wore a silk green dress that belonged to her human mother. Her eyes, that always seemed so sad, were indigo. And, under her hood, were her long pointed ears.

For now, Sora stayed on the side of humans. After all, they could use her help...even if they didn't want it.
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Postby Raye » Sat Oct 29, 2005 11:22 am

Ariadne had arrived in Striden only a few days before the destruction. she'd felt the calling from her sister, something that pulled her forward. her sister did not know Ariadne was still alive, Rynith had thought she dided the same night as little Willian and their mother. Rynith's shadow part of her soul, her Oscuro-soul had left her for a time, calling to Ariadne.

it was doubtful that Rynith had even realized what had happened. but Aria came nonetheless, and found the hastily marked graves of her little brother and mother. and there was her own, some poor, unidentified person's body buried as her own. the world would never know their name, their family would never have closure.

she'd gone on to find the amulet, a tiny map in ancient runes carved into pure silver. where it had always been, just as the order promised. the night the city had been destroyed, she'd been with them, the shadow-weavers, speaking secrets into the dark. now, they had fled or were dead. the ancients had said this would come, that the twins would one day be the last of the Order's Denizens. for years Ariadne had ignored her destiny as a denizen, even though she knew her oscuro was the part that kept her alive. the part that knew how to fight, run, blend into the shadows. the part that told her what berries were good, and which were poison. but she could not ignore her sister, her twin.

Rynith had always been the perfect one. such strength and power. . . . the order was hers to command. Rynith had embraced her destiny with open arms. Ariadne had not. their mother had always favored Ryn, just as the ancients had. The times someone had asked her why she couldn't be more like her sister used to haunt her sleep. but now, now her sister needed help. Aria knew she'd left Striden, but other than that, she had nothing.

Ariadne sat inn the graveyard by her family's tombstones, the only ones that had not been destroyed completely by the beasts. she was wrapped in her black cloak, her hood over her head, and her black hair curling as it fluttered in the wind. she fingered a silver necklace as she tried to figure out where to go and what to do next.
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Postby Xyster » Sat Oct 29, 2005 11:34 am

Grand Elder gave an appraising glance to the few that sat near him. The other elders were quiet now, quiet as all of the others were. They mourned the loss of their home and their fellows that had given their life energy to hold the protective spell.

The young one, Draco...if he had survived, had not returned to the order, nor had any of those that had been out on missions anywhere else. Perhaps they had not heard yet, or feared for the worst...but none had returned to the order.

"Has everyone been fed?" Grand Elder turned to one of the younger Drakes, the one that had been in charge of rations for the entire journey now.

"Yes Grand Elder, everyone has been fed as you instructed." The man bowed deeply in reverence to the elder in crimson robes.

"Very well, instruct the order to sleep now...the others may do as they please."
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Postby Raye » Sat Oct 29, 2005 12:10 pm

Ariadne wandered through the city, looking, searching for any other shadow-weavers. she eventually found a group of Drakes along with some others. she passed a girl with green hair and blue eyes, paused for a moment, then continued, approaching one of the Drakes that seemed to be important. she'd seen him talking to the Elder.

"Have any Shadows shown up?" she asked nervously. this place looked like a war-zone. war was Ryn's thing, it made Aria uneasy, all the blood, death, and destruction. this, this was even worse. it had been a massacre.
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Postby Xyster » Sat Oct 29, 2005 12:16 pm

The Drake remained silent. He pointed over to the Grand Elder, then moved on, speaking softly to the other Drakes as he passed. Their whispers could not be heard from any distance.

There was a lightening in the sky and a giant bird wreathed in flames circled overhead. It hovered over the camp for several minutes, the Drakes all stopping what they had been doing to watch it. Finally it soared off across the sky, leaving a trail of fire behind it.
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Postby Raye » Sat Oct 29, 2005 12:24 pm

"right. thanks." Ariadne said, rolling her eyes at the Drake's back and approaching the Grand Elder. the Drakes had been a large order, though not as infamous as the Shadow Order, because they weren't as dangerous. everyone knew the shadows had the best assassins in the land, the Denizens. Rynith was their best. Ariadne was as well, before she left the order. now she had come back to them and they were gone. the Drakes were good servants, and gave good council, and they had long been good friends of the Shadows, yet somehow they did not yet inspire the fear and respect that the Denizen did.

Aria bowed to the Grand Elder, nervously rubbing her silver necklace. she didn't notice when it began to hum lowly. "your excellence, I come seeking my kin or any left of the Shadow Order. tell me, have any Denizens been spared?"
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Postby Xyster » Sat Oct 29, 2005 12:27 pm

"Only if you see any among us young weaver...every other being in the city was destroyed." He spoke softly, "I am sorry for your loss young one, but the time of evil had come."
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Postby Princess of Fire » Sat Oct 29, 2005 1:09 pm

Sora sipped her soap quietly. She could not help but feel unusually apprehensive as this woman stared at her. When she had left, a small chipmunk jumped on Sora's shoulder.

I am sorry Mrs. Emplin, it whispered in her ear, but I was unable to find anyone with black hair and green eyes as you described.

Alright. Sora chipped sadly. I guess Will was not one of the survivors.
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Postby Princess of Fire » Sat Oct 29, 2005 2:23 pm

But what Sora did not know was that, just a few towns away, Will was helping the demons destroy the lives of many. He had emerald eyes and stunning black hair, as Sora had described, but he was not human.

Will was Sora's half brother, a demon. His finger and toe nails were claws and his ears, like his sister's, were long and pointed. He was dressed in brown and wore a large sword on his side.
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Postby Magus » Sat Oct 29, 2005 6:00 pm

Iadan leaned against a jutting fragment of a crumbled wall that stuck from the Earth. The destruction of the city hadn't greatly affected her. She had no home, no family, no job and no money. None of this would change. She was still homeless, jobless and penniless and would be in whatever other city she wound up in.

If anything could ever be classified as a home to her it was the streets. She was thiefling and a temptress, seducing men with their wildest fantasies into forgoing with their spare coin, no matter to her if they never consented to the exchange. She had only ever been uncovered by a man once, a man who she discovered later was a eunuch; a damned gelding of a man!

It was no wonder why men found her insatiable and irresistible. If there was one thing that she had learned through her life was that men had a taste for the exotic. Few were as exotic as the ferocious feline Ferals. Her hair was a red-auburn that fell messily down to the arch of her back. Her eyes were a mesmerizing brown; a color one would not often associate with the word mesmerizing. But those deep pools held within them a subtle, coy magic endowed to women to absorb a man's heart... or maybe just his penis... to the point where he can think of nothing else. Even afterwords, when in the throngs of passion with another women they will recall her and wish once more to be in her voluptuous presence. No man was safe from her powers. She'd tempted married nobles to merchants to priests on the day of prayer into her bed with equal ease. She'd even managed a woman once or twice. Very few were resistant to her powers, and she doubted that any were completely immune.

Her face had the duality of delicacy and hardened toughness. Her bones were finely made, thin yet strong and shaped in just the right way to drive men wild with passion and longing. Her breasts were voluptuous, but not overbearing. They accented her beauty, not engulfed it. Her ears and tale were just a shade darker than her hair. They were both resemblent of a cat's, the tail about an inch and one half in diameter and four feet long. Her ears were atop her head and, along with the rest of her senses, were far more keen than that of any of the dull senses of a human.

She had been forced to flee in the line of her duty, barely managing to escape with both her life and her partner's gold. He had not been so fortunate as she. One can't run very far with their pants about their legs. She wore a fiber-thin silk mahogany backless bodysuit which wrapped tightly around her skin and ended at her thighs. Along her arms and entwining her finger were ribbons of matching silk. She had a small bag of her only personal effects with her; two daggers, a whip (for some of the more involved men), a pouch filled with the coin of a weeks work and a vial of a sleeping drought (For when she needed to work unhindered by her marks).

She shivered slightly in the cold. Her outfit was unfit for marching as such in the outdoors during the blazing cold of winter. Her body was better suited than any human's for the cold, but it still would be the death of her ere long if she didn't find some more appropriate clothing. There were plenty of people around her. She had already begun looking for the proper mark.
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Postby Xyster » Sat Oct 29, 2005 6:07 pm

The younger soldier looked at his older companion, "You sure we should take her back to the captain like this? He said that he wanted her caught safely..." He stared at the rags of black clothing that the woman wore...what was left of them after they had been ripped off while the rest of the unit had some "fun" with her.

The older soldier sighed heavily, "This thing fought like a devil...can't blame the men for taking a little revenge on her...but we're going to pay for it with our hides." He reached down, tossing an old blanket over the shivering woman. She stared at him with hard eyes still, even though she was near death. Whatever these things were...they were like no humans he had ever heard of.

"Better get her back now...though I don't understand why the captain's so soft on these things...acts like their human or something." He picked the woman up, "Well, let's get her back to camp already. The captain will have more than a few questions for her."

The boy nodded, following the man back through the snow covered woods to the small camp. They'd been watching this strange band for some time, but dared do no more than pick off the ones that seemed to be making their way back to the band. They fought like devils or demons, and mostly without weapons.

Finally they reached the camp and proceeded to the large tent that was the captains. They entered, depositing the woman on the floor. Without a word they left, knowing that the captain had better things to do than speak with them. They'd recieve their yells and probably some form of punishment later.

The man turned slowly, staring at the shivering form of the woman. At least it was a little warmer in the tent, and she was not lying in snow anymore. What froze her though was the chilly blue eyes of the man that examined her. He knelt down, flipping the blanket off of her. A frown crossed his face, "No matter how many times I tell them...."
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