Old Zendar (Desu Juice and BadDeerGaming)

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[fieldbox="Callum Arbane Dominic Tisher, white, dashed, 10"]He began to hum a tune as he walked. It was oddly festive for the given circumstances.

"Yep... The city always feels bigger when you're not looking to leave..." To confirm this, the scene around him change. Maybe Cecilia couldn't see well, but Callum could see that the street had become a path, and there were almost no buildings around them. The guards were gone too- and Callum felt a cheer in his heart. Perhaps more of his people could finally settle in the city and be safe... But then again, no guards means something really bad must have happened...

"Huh... there are fresh footprints here." He hummed, and began to follow them, deviating slightly to the left.


The fog began to grow thin the further out they went, so finally perhaps Cecilia could see as well. There was literally a great deal of nothing around them- just sparse, dead-looking grass underfoot and a great, big stretch of night sky overhead. Stars dotted the expanse, some clustered together, and some more apart. It was as if God were a child with colored sand and black paper- nothing made sense other than the whimsical constellations, and yet it was all so beautiful.

To the right, suddenly alarmingly close, was the Pillar of Humanity that marked the border of safety. It was bone-white and contrasted brightly against the dark sky, which it seemed to almost hope to touch with its massive height. There were lanterns- empty of oil and yet still lit- tied around the thing with thick lengths of rope. Being so close to it again unnerved Callum greatly, but he kept walking.


And then... A figure appeared on the horizon.

At first, it was a mere silhouette, but the closer they got the more obvious it was that this was a young, dark-haired man. He was standing there- awkward and un-moving.

"Is that him...? He looks drunk, hehe." The elf-boy giggled through a hand pressed to his mouth, and then stopped when suddenly a loud rumble echoed around them.
The pillar exploded- it popped like a balloon and Callum could see pieces of the slain Luethia, a statue once upon the pillar, fade into dust as they hit the soiled and sullen earth around them. "What the..." Callum stood in shock.

First, he was mildy confused and unnerved... but then, the full impact of the collapse hit him- the Pillars were falling. The safeguard was failing. There would be nothing stopping the Naught from entering the city and wiping out one of the last remnants of civilized humanity. "Oh no..." Callum watched the end of the world begin again.

As the dust from the event settled, Callum caught a strange morphing in the stars of the sky. Some were vanishing, and reappearing... He stared, perplexed, until his eyes suddenly properly focused and he could see the massive, pitch-black hand that had smooshed the Pillar to the ground retract from the wreckage. It had camouflaged itself against the night sky almost perfectly.
Thankfully, it did not seem interested in them.

Dominic stood still as the ground shook and the sound of the last rattles of their holy safe-guard rasped in the air around him.

His mind reeled from the shock of what it saw- and he almost felt like he could finally control himself again.[/fieldbox]
 
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[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]Cecelia watched in awe as the pillar fell down. How? How could this be? Her attention was then brought back to Dominic. What on earth was he up to? She walked a bit closer to where he stood and called out to him.

"Dominic! What are you doing out here!? And what's going on!?"

Her expression was a mixture of fear and worry. Something like this has never happened in her entire life. Why was this happening now? The naught would surely come and destroy everything here with the pillars falling... should she run? Should she hide? Was it no use? Were they all to die?

She couldn't help but hope that she was for some reason dreaming... or maybe under some kind of drug in the asylum. For once, in her life, she actually would prefer to be in the asylum than in this situation.

But it was all too real.

"Dominic!!" She called out again, and hoped for a response.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Callum Arbane Dominic Tisher, white, dashed, 10"]Cecilia...
That was Cecilia's voice...

He turned, dazed, as if about to ask if it really was her, if she had really followed him out here- But, the beating of a wardrum filled his ears and the wretched voice came back:

[glow=black]"Take my mantle, take my sword,
Fill this endless world with strife!
Become the darkest word,
The sharpest sword,
And cut away all the lives- who're meek,
In the pasture- those are sheep!"[/glow]

Something came over him- something tasting copper and animalistic and his face contorted in a sharp-toothed snarl as he caught Cecilia's eye.
He began to set off in the direction of the Outlands, moving quickly as if he were jogging.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]She flinched before Dominic ran off, leaving her and Callum standing there. She looked out, watching Dominic go... so confused... so surprised by his reaction to her... Why had he acted like that? She had no words for it. After a moment of silence, she recollected herself and looked over to Callum with a look of uncertainty.

"What do we do now?"

The was the big question.

With the pillars falling, with this weird fog coming over the city... with the possibility of the naught... and with Dominic acting so strange, she for the first time in a while felt like a helpless child. She hated that feeling, and she was hoping to never feel it again, but here it was, eating her from the inside. She felt like she wanted to cling to someone who could lead the way, but she wasn't sure who. Callum seemed to be just as surprised and lost as her.

"Do we follow him? Or is there somewhere else we should go to right now?"



...Meanwhile, a figure lurked nearby... watching.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Callum Arbane, white, dashed, 10"]His hands went to his mouth in an expression of shock as he watched the disturbing display, "S... so scary... I wonder why he's like that..."

Then Dominic ran away, and Callum glanced curiously at Cecilia.

"Ah... I think we should go after him! He's your friend, isn't he? You can't just let him run off like that, he could die out there..." He wasn't too keen on the idea of running into the Outlands, but it wasn't like he could let a person die. Oh, and he was sure to die, if alone. The Outlands were a merciless place- a part of Hell right on the surface of the Earth.

"I immigrated into the city from out here... I know there's a small town not too far away. He's bound to follow this here path, since he ran off along it. Maybe... we can look for him, and if we can't find him we can go to town and rest, then return to the City the next day..."[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]Cecelia smirked devilishly. "Sounds like a plan. Let's head out then! And here." She pulled out another little weapon and handed it to Callum. "Just in case we run into anything hostile." With that, she set of with Callum after Dominic.

She could already tell that things were about to get very interesting. All the fear, uncertainty, and helplessness was washed away, and was replaced with this mischievous and cocky attitude.

Oh... this was going to be really fun.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Callum Arbane, white, dashed, 10"]Callum funbled with the weapon nervously, almost dropping it. "A-alright, though I'm not much of a fighter..."

They set off north.
Callum saw nothing but yellow grass, sparse and bristling among bone-dry sand dunes beside the path they were on. His strange eyes were keen enough in the dark to pick out the dead land, in which there was almost nothing comforting to him. He wished it looked more like the fiction books his friends had stolen from the library- all green and azure dew, painted thick layers for grass and trees. Crystal waterfalls the same color, only deeper, than the sky. He wondered, longing for something he had never really seen before.

Even the overgrown forest from which his family hails from, is darkwood and grey moss. There are purples and blues in the leaves and fireflies in the air- but dim, except on the best of nights. Once, a young Callum, would sit on the branches and play songs on his flute for the wind.

Ah... tonight was a fine night to be travelling.
The sky only cleared at night, just to let the huge moon peek through. Callum liked to see the stars, but when the moon turned red on some nights like this one, he wished it would hide behind the clouds again.

Callum thought he could see something in the distance, but it was beyond even his sight.[/fieldbox]

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[fieldbox="Dominic Tisher Lucien Fulbright, white, dashed, 10"]He just had to move, and move. He didn't want to. He couldn't stop his feet.

Thunk.

Something smashed into him from the left. He was aware of the faint aching of his ribs, and he smashed into the ground like a ragdoll. The world spun around him, and Dominic thought- this was it, he was to die here.

The moist breath of some unspeakable monster fanned across his left cheek. It reeked of rot, of garbage, and worse. He gagged. A ragged lip touched his cheek.

Suddenly, the world was still.

He wanted to live.

Now, Dominic was convinced. He didn't want to die here on the road like some diseased dog. He turned his head to face the looming shadow, and regretted it terribly after his eyes focused on its face.

It was a monster- many feet tall and wide, with great rolling folds of strange wormy-shadows for skin, that rotted and dripped as it heaved, breathing noisily. Huge claws split the dry earth beneath it, all of its weight had dug them into the ground. Green-yellow saliva drooled form its mouth, and its lips- lip- the lower one was gone, leaving sharp buck-teeth bared, trembled in anticipation.

It had the overall appearance of a mangy dog, full and fat with maggots and unspeakable, disgusting things.

Dominic turned over and vomited, straight-up. No regrets.

He coughed, then looked up all sweaty and disoriented. It swiped a claw at him, kicking up dust and debris- but missing him entirely. It was playing with him. Dominic realized that it wanted him to run.

He didn't. He couldn't. He couldn't feel his legs.
It swiped again- this time, knocking him back a few feet. Dominic tumbled, but he couldn't feel any pain.



And then a figure appeared between him and the monster. He couldn't see who it was- he tried to speak Cacilia's name, but he was too weak. He wasn't even sure why, the figure- a male judging by the broad shoulders- obviously wasn't her.

He had longish-blonde hair that caught the wind just right, when it blew out behind him it was as if Dominic was looking at the sun.
He was wearing a cloak, so most of the figure's other features were obscured. It didn't quite go to his ankles though, so Dominic could see the metal bits stuck onto his patchwork boots. This was a man equipped for combat.

From Dominic's angle- on the ground looking up, the stranger looked like an angel, come between a man and a demon.


It was beautiful. In his delirious state, Dominic was moved beyond words.[/fieldbox]
 
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[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]Cecelia could barely see, and was trying to stay as close to Callum as she could since he could see better than her. She followed him through the barren wasteland, calling out Dominic's name in hopes of a response. But nothing ever came.

Damn it... she thought to herself. Why did this have to happen? Yes... it was a change from her usual life... it was something so much more exciting, but in all honesty, she would prefer if Dominic was safe at home, and not out in the open with monsters around to attack. She didn't want the pillars to be falling either, obviously. The thought of the naught coming and wiping everything clear out of existence made her shudder.

Then something ran into her, knocking her over. She hit the ground with a thud, grunting when she made impact. Quickly, she scurried to get up and pull out her weapon, pointing it at whatever collided with her. The dust that got kicked up around them settled, and Cecelia could finally see who it was. It wasn't Dominic, but rather a small girl. She was looking up at Cecelia with ocean blue eyes, frightened. The girl had hair that looked almost dark blue. It was a little odd, but her beauty was overwhelming.

Cecelia lowered her weapon, and gave a confused look to Callum.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Callum Arbane, white, dashed, 10"]Callum had been busy humming a happy tune under his breath, behind Cecilia.
When she fell, she sat right on his face and flattened him completely. "Ow..." Despite her cushy derriere, his nose still ached when she got up, and he clutched it, then scurried up to his feet as well to see what she had run into.

There was a little girl standing alone before the two, and she was pretty, with blue eyes and hair. Callum thought she looked like a water nymph. He gave the girl an eager smile.

"Hello there~ what are you doing all the way out here?" Callum approached her tentatively.[/fieldbox]

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[fieldbox="Dominic Tisher Lucien Fulbright, white, dashed, 10"]Dominic's eyes were drawn to the strange weapon the male held tight in his hand. He held it pointy, steel part downwards- a part that looked like a thick, pointed saw. The rest of it was a wooden pole, long and strong-looking. A military scythe. Intended as a weapon against man, and extremely effective in any medieval war.

Dominic recalled thinking, what a strange weapon for an angel to use.

The man raised it in one swift motion, like he had done it a million times before.


Before Dominic could see him swing, he passed out.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Faerydae, white, solid, 10"]The girl backed away, obviously frightened by the two.

"Wh-Who are you?" She stuttered out, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze darted back and forth between the two suspiciously.

"I'm... I'm Faerydae." She muttered softly. "And I was... looking for something..."[/fieldbox]

[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]Cecelia looked at Callum with a look of curiosity, concern, and uncertainty.

"What should we do about this girl? We can't really just leave her here in the middle of no where with monsters lurking about. Do you want to take her with us?"

They probably didn't have a choice.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Callum Arbane, white, dashed, 10"]Callum grinned at the new girl. She looked alright, a little frightened, but overall harmless. "Hey, don't be scared of us, hehe. We just came from the city."

The small figure gestured to Cecilia, "This is Cecilia. My name is Callum. You're welcome to travel with us! We're looking for our friend, currently." His face became a little bit more serious when he thought about Dominic. He hoped Cecilia's friend hadn't gotten into any kind of serious trouble.[/fieldbox]

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[fieldbox="Dominic Tisher Lucien Fulbright, white, dashed, 10"]Something stirred Dominic out of his slumber. He was warm. He opened his eyes, and the face of a blonde boy appeared over him. He had straight-across bangs that weren't thick enough to obscure his forehead completely, and he rest of his hair was cut in a similar way, and hung down a little past his chin. The face was pleasantly shaped, and his cheeks were freckled, but each star-like freckle seemed to be only one shade darker than his skin, and so Dominic could only notice them due to their close proximity. His eyebrows were thick, and he had long, pale eyelashes. They batted at Dominic, and thickly hung over pale blue eyes, blue like ice- but not as cold. No, not at all. They were watching him warmly, creasing slightly with the male's gentle smile.
In fact, everything about the figure radiated a warmth that made Dominic feel an immediate, and startling trust towards this person.

"Are you alright?" The voice was even, not deep. It felt nice to have a stranger care so much.

"Y... yeah. I think so." The pounding in his head was gone. It left only the faint echo of a headache. The man helped him into a sitting position. His hand remained firm on Dominic's shoulder to ensure he wouldn't fall back again.

"My name is Lucien Fulbright. And you...?"

"Dominic Tisher. Thank you for saving me."

"It was no problem. I'm glad you weren't hurt too badly by that thing."

Dominic tried to scoot himself up to stand, but Lucien placed a hand firmly against his chest, stopping him. "Take a moment longer to regain your strength... You're very pale, and I think you have a fever." The back of the man's pale hand touched Dominic's cheek lightly. Dominic was astounded by the softness of the fingers.


"But... I have to find... Cecilia..."

Lucien studied Dominic, and made a strange face. "You're from Geamens, aren't you?"

"Yes... Can you tell me what's going on?"

"It's a long story. Perhaps we should go to Gellder- a town very close to here."[/fieldbox]
 
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((still can't think of a response bbut I don't wantz the archives so meep))
 
EXACTLY OMG xD
 
[fieldbox="Faerydae, white, solid, 10"]Nodding slowly she inched a little closer to Cecelia and Callum. "A-Alright... I guess I could travel with the both of you." She looked around nervously, as if looking to see if anyone was watching this all happen. "Y-You're... looking for someone? Maybe I could somehow help.... Oh... but... we should probably move somewhere more safe. F-Follow me." She said, starting to walk off in a direction.[/fieldbox]

[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]Cecelia couldn't help but feel as though that something wasn't right... but well, nothing was going right currently. Dominic had become some... monster thing... and ran off... they were out in the middle of a storm... the pillars were falling... the naught was coming... I mean....

How could it possibly get any worse?[/fieldbox]

((IM ALIVE!!!))
 
[fieldbox="Callum Arbane, white, dashed, 10"]"Somewhere safe?" The darkling asked, his ears perking up when the girl's words caught his attention. He barely noticed her stammering, and the strange way she looked around herself.

"Uh, but the tracks... They lead straight ahead." He said, voice bright and innocent. "We should just go to town..." He looked up at Cecilia, giving her a look of uncertainty. "Well... Uh, what do you think we should do?"
The naive young boy was torn between following the strange girl and sticking to the trail.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]Cecelia looked between Faerydae and Callum, switching who she looked at every few seconds. She wasn't sure if they could trust the girl just yet, so it was in her opinion that the best option would be to go to town.

"Let's go to town first." She turned to look at the girl. "Don't worry. We'll keep you safe." Cecelia said with a huge grin crawling onto her face. She winked and began heading in the direction of town with Callum.

Surely town was the best option. If anything, they'll follow Faerydae to wherever this 'safe place' is. But that would only be if they were in any danger of course. Cecelia wanted to avoid following strange girls into places she didn't know...[/fieldbox]

[fieldbox="Faerydae, white, solid, 10"]She followed after them hurriedly, hunching over a bit to look smaller and still looking everywhere with cautious eyes.

She wondered if she could gain their trust first in order to bring them where she wanted to bring them. Maybe at the town, she would find a way to do so... if not, it looks like the plan will have to be changed.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Callum Arbane, white, dashed, 10"]"Aright then, this way!" Callum eagerly took off in the same direction he had been going, wearing a grin. He hadn't been to the town in years, and he wondered how much more different it would be from the town he had known when he was little.

In a short while, the horizon birthed a swell of light amidst the darkness, and Callum picked up the pace until the walls themselves were visible - old, rickety things made of scrap metal and wood, pointed sharp at them. Proper defenses for a city that had the intention of surviving in the harsh world around them. "This is it, Geamens." He said, as the entrance slowly came into view.

Two peasant men stood by where the wall broke open for travelers, and held their spears in tight-fisted grasps as they watched the group of travelers approach. Callum waved to them, a silly sweet smile on his face.

"Oi, travelers, we 'ave nothin' against 'ye... Even that darklin' there, but the towns' runnin' outta food again, and we can't support this many new mouths. Listen up, if 'ye work the iron bellows, or aid us in other ways, we'll let 'yees stay at the Inn. If not, after a day on the ground, we're forcin' 'yees out. Understood?"

Callum blinked, face blank after suffering the rude introduction. If anything, the guard looked very apologetic. He was a nice man. With a nice mustache. Callum would be glad to help. "Sure! I'd love to."[/fieldbox]
 
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