Stumbling In The Dark

Discussion in 'ROLEPLAY GRAVEYARD' started by LadyHarpy, Mar 30, 2012.

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    Osardvor glimmered brightly in the sun light that beamed down upon it, almost looking like it was made of shimmering diamonds and gold. Children frolicked in the street as parents smiled at one another, hand in hand. It truly was a lovely day...but not for very long.

    South of the glorious kingdom, in an unknown mountain range that seemed to be perpetually hit with never ending rain and snow, a large bu broken structure stood, almost built into the mountains. Upon closer inspection, they would find it to almost be a castle like fort, with many high towers and thick walls. It was falling apart however, the harsh conditions quickly wearing away any strength that the castle might have formerly had. The castle, however, was not the problem...it was what was inside that mattered.

    Deep inside the castle, in a room that was carved right out of the mountains stone, a fire burned brightly under a large cauldron, a thick bubbling ooze of blood red color. The room was actually very small, and off to the side there was a small cot, a table with some chairs, and a shelf containing many strange looking bottles, some with eyes and others with severed fingers. Along another wall there was a door and on the other side...

    "CORBETT! GET IN HERE YOU DIRTY RAVEN! WE HAVE WORK TO DO!" A harsh but very feminine cry sounded as the door burst open from a hearty kick.

    A figured covered in dark robes quickly scurried over to the table and let to sack in her arms spill out onto the wooden surface. All type of things piled out and for a moment on might think it was for dinner...until a jar with a human heart rolled out as well. These ingredients were not for a delicious stew, that was for certain. The cloaked figure continued to scurry around the room as they waiting for the mentioned person to arrive, seemingly pulling off more ingredients off the shelves.

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He spread his wings and flew from the highest rooftop into the nearest window, and zoomed all the way to the further most room. He passed many servants and colleagues along the way, leaving nothing for them to see but the ebony glimmer of his feathers waft by. He made sure to knock over anyone and anything he could along the way.

    When he finally reached the stone room, he propped himself on the highest shelf he could find, making sure to keep out of arm's reach of...It. Corbett has taken a beating or two from Delona before, and has made sure since then that it would never happen again. He shivered when he finally settled down, and his feathers poofed out making him look like nothing more than a black, fluffy dot on top of the shelf.

    "What do you want now, you noisy old hag?" he asked harshly.

    <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]-->The figure turned, pulling off the cloak in the process to reveal a very young and beautiful looking woman. She certainly didn't look like an old hag, but for those that knew the truth, she wasn't as young as her body let on. Delona glared up at the raven, glaring at him threateningly before stopping back over to her table of ingredients. She started to collected the jars and bags of items and organize them, placing them all neatly upright and such as she spoke.

    "I have gather all the needed ingredients for the summoning, so I am sure your tiny bird brain can figure out what that means." She said smoothly to the raven sitting upon her shelf, looking more like a puff ball than a bird.

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    "Hmm, a summoning? You're a witch, I'm sure you've summoned plenty in your long, long, very long life." He smirked. "What the hell could you be summoning that you'd need my help with?"

    Delona looked down at the raven with a smirk of confidence and also a bit of mischief as well.

    "I'm summoning...them." She said before grabbing the jar with the human heart and walking over to the large cauldron.

    "Them?..." Corbett regretted saying that. He'd been mocked in the past for seeming like a parrot whenever he repeated someone's words. He was about to let out a rather nasty remark when all of a sudden the witch's words clicked in the crow's brain. He looked at her with his tiny gold eyes and let out an angry Caw.

    "You can't mean...That's crazy! Do you even realize what you're doing Old Hag? Why should I even help you?"

    "Why?...WHY!?" She said as she turned around and glared at the raven.

    "We have been trapped in this forsake tomb of a castle ever since the darkness fell. I haven't even been here that long compared to some of the others! We're a younger generation, all the old have passed on and all that remains of as is a shell...Well I plan to bring us back!...I just can't do it without them...Without a leader..." She said as she opened the jar and dumped the heart into the cauldron.

    "The time for sitting around on our asses is over! We shall rise again and bring forth the darkness that made The League of Calamitous Woe what it was! And you will help me!" She said, turning back to the raven before smiling evilly "Or shall I summon that large jaguar from last month, when you were pecking at my spell herbs? Hmm? I'm certain he would love to see you again..."

    At that last sentence Corbett let out a very loud "Caw!" (which in his native tongue was not a very nice word) and flew over to the center of the room. A dark light surrounded him, and almost instantly he went from beast to human. The light around him faded and he glared at Delona.

    "What do I have to do?" He asked reluctantly.

    "Well, you are the highest ranking member, it is your duty to introduce the new leader to the league and get them settled...Also, while your at it, you have to be their guide as well. I'd do it myself but I have cleaning duties and cooking duties to deal with, unlike you." She said before she turned back tot he table and started to place more and more ingredients into the glowing red water.

    He placed his hand over his face and let out a deep sigh. He cursed under his breath and walked up to the cauldron. He stared into it with great focus, and raised his hands over it. His hands almost looked like they were covered in blood as they reflected the glow of the cauldron. He waited for the witch to begin, so that he could follow her lead.

    Delona grabbed a few more things from the table and placed them into the water before turning towards the shelf. She raised her hand and summoned a book from the shelf, the tome floating into her hands and opening to a very specific page.

    "Lets see...yes, yes...I got that...have that...yes, did that to...Hmm...Alright! time for the spell..." She said before she pulled her hands back, the book starting to glow and float as her eyes and hands glowed with magic.

    "Dark spirits from the pits of the underworld! Hear my plea, bring a true leader of darkness to me! With a soul full of place and a heart of hate, I summon forth a ruler both strong and great. Across the plains and through the stars, bring them to me no matter how far!" She spoke swiftly, the book glowing more as the magic poured from the tome and into the cauldron, making the water turn a dark purple, the faces of of screaming souls appearing to do her bidding.

    "Go my minions, rise ever faster! Bring me now a new dark master!"

    Soon, the cauldron bubbled up before a pillar of blackness shot up to the ceiling, strange screams of terror filling the room as the faces of souls appeared and then disappeared. They had traveled off far away to do their mistresses bidding. They would gather a new leader, one that would be perfect to rule the dark plains for the rest of their days. The souls continued to fly, slipping through dimension after dimension as they searched for the prize...
     

  2. Golden blades of grass swept around Elise's feet, tickling her calves beneath her chocolate brown skirt and she spun slowly in place with her arms stretched out from either side of her. A breeze blew gently, teasing her hair and causing her skirt to billow out behind her. She was barefoot, her toes pressing into the hot, dry earth while she turned in place. She was singing to herself, quietly, knowing that there were no other people around. There were, however, her little wibbles surrounding her and so she did not feel alone.

    The wibbles were turning in time with their master, though Elise preferred to think of herself as their conductor, since they moved as she told them to move. They did not seem to be enjoying the stimulus the same way that Elise was, for she was smiling at the fading rays of sunshine that splashed languidly across her face, and at the blonde waves of grass that brushed over her ankles. This was not to say that the wibbles did not look happy, they looked delighted to be truthful. However, their delight clearly came from their bond with Elise - whether they were sharing vicariously in her delight or their adoration of their leader was such that her happiness made them happy.

    The wibbles sensed it before Elise did, the coming of the Things. Their heads turned sharply though nothing had yet appeared and the stronger of them fought against their inability to think for themselves and edged closer to Elise as if to protect her. Noticing their distress, Elise stopped her spinning abruptly. Her eyes scanned the pastoral scene, her gaze spotting nothing out of the ordinary. And then, she heard it. There was a sound, like a dozen whispers coming together in discord. A chattering, pestering sound that preceded them. She raised her arms defensively but they were unable to be fought and before she could react, they had swept her from her feet.

    After that, there was nothingness that Elise could recall, but that was all. She could remember the feeling of being clutched by vapor and sped through endless black chasms until her stomach felt sick. She felt cold and hot in turn, though never afraid. She didn't know what was happening but she was prepared to fight whatever was doing this to her. She closed her eyes to try to ease the lurching of her stomach, though it did little good.

    All of a sudden, her feet met solid ground again, though her toes could instantly tell her that it was no longer dusty earth and instead she stood upon cold stone. Her eyes fluttered open, and she first person that she spotted was a sullen looking young man. What had he done to her, she thought desperately. She could not remember having ever seen him before. In a fluid motion, she leaned forward slightly and socked him in the stomach with a solid left hook. Her eyes were trained on him and she hadn't even looked over the rest of the room.

    "Where have you taken me?"
     
  3. Joan was walking calmly down the dark and somewhat damp hallway. He tightened his grip around the chains on his wrists, upper arms and neck, giving them an occasional pull. "This place needs some more blue..." He mumbled to himself, just before feeling a thump on the back of his head. Suddenly, the thump turned into a hard shove and Joan fell onto his hands and knees. A couple small, fuzzy orbs fell from his pockets. Looking up, he only saw the raven wings of Corbett flying away quickly. He let out a groan as he picked himself up, rubbing the back of his head.
    Suddenly, he realized the small, fuzzy orbs started rolling out of his reach. "No, no no no!" He got back on his knees and began picking them up gently. Only three had gotten away, but he still had two to keep to himself. He began stroking a light blue one, and tiny antennas sprouted from it. The small creature crawled around on his palm happily and met up with the other pink one. Joan shook his head at them. "You two better not do anything I would." He smiled to himself and let them free on a nearby window.
    Now, he thought to himself, to find that Corbett.
    His head horns grew outwardly and wrapped around his head like a crown. Next, bat-like wings formed from his back and began beating. Hovering over the ground, since he was much too lazy to actually fly, he began down the hallway.
     
  4. Shira was sitting on the fence, looking down the road, her back to the vineyards. A basket was on the floor; it was full of grapes, and their sweet aroma attracted some flies and bees. Shira herself was indulging in the taste of the grapes. It was the midday break, and she had collected more than enough; she was, of course, allowed to eat some.

    And so she did, as she hummed -quite harmoniously- a tune, along with the birds and the cicadas.

    She knew her break would end up soon. She would have to pick up that basket, once again, and keep attending the vineyards. She remembered, as she chewed a juicy grape, that it was her turn today to squash the grapes- barefoot, inside the barrels- to start the new wine batch. She liked stepping over the grapes. It was fun.

    Suddenly, she felt a strange sound. Like laments, like voices in pain. Everything turned dark.
    Shira couldn't understand what was going on.

    Her body shrieked in pain. She didn't feel the fence, or the ground or the sweet taste of the grapes and the comforting sounds of the birds and cicadas anymore. All she felt was pain.

    And then, the ground. Snow. Beneath her paws.

    She looked at herself. She was some sort of black, large cat. Strangely, she didn't feel bad about it.
    Instead, she felt it was the perfect body for someone like herself. Beautiful.

    Shira inspected her surroundings. The forest was familiar to her; she could still recognize the valleys and mounts from where she was. But it was the first time she was at this place. In front of her, a sinister mountain stood. A bad snow storm seemed to be going on at the top. Shira caught a glimpse of an old building. A castle.

    How did she get there, was something she didn't care, now. All Shira could think of, at the moment, was to make her way up there.
    It seemed like a place she could live at. She probably deserved a place like a castle, for herself.

    Let's see what's inside, the black panther thought, as she started to trot.
     
  5. View attachment 10386 Like a wave crashing, breaking then coming to rest on an abandoned shore, Menevol awoke. Although he hadn’t really been asleep. His hood was pulled back revealing locks of wild ebony hair and red eyes. Blood dripped in syrupy strands from his face, neck and sword. He took in long breaths, his eye’s scanning his immediate surroundings.

    “Not again….” Teeth clenched.

    After he woke up from a blood rage, a deep hopelessness followed. It was not the euphoric experience as the legends told.

    “Centuries to live and for what?” His eyes narrowed like razor blades.

    He looked to the ground where three bodies lay. Hacked, severed and slain. Two grown men and a woman wearing a maiden’s gown. He tried to piece together the events, but the last he could remember was drinking dark beer at a travelers out-post. Ever since light had conquered dark Menevol has been a wanderer, hooded and always traveling by night. There was no place in this world for the evil or malicious. Menevol was both, a sworn brother of the fallen race called blood warriors.

    Menevol, or Mayhem as he was most accustom to being called, quickly regained his composure, seeing that he was about a quarter mile from the outpost and there was no one in sight. If he was discovered he would no doubt be hunted down and exterminated like vermin.

    The blood was starting to get sticky, he needed to wash it off and continue on his endless journey. He sheathed his blade then tore a water skin off one of the bodies, then splashed his hands, face and back of his neck straight from the bottle. Cool water always felt good after a blood rage.

    Throughout the land of the living and the light, stories surfaced about a man in black that preyed on the innocent, some thought he was a vampire, which could not have been further from the truth. He was just a mad man, and a madman; last surviving member of the blood warriors from the mountain lands. In his heart he felt a new dark arising, and with the mountains looming on the horizon, he went to it.
     
  6. loryken.jpg "Kerevcah...was that not the outer city the League of Calamitous Woe would go to for research? True, the statement is ancient in its years but true enough, I do believe that I am correct. According to legend, which I was around for, Kerevcah was the flying city of the wise ones. Lords and Leaders came from all around just to get insight on their foes, however important or unnecessary it was....correct?" There was no one there to listen him ramble but he was better off that way in a sense. It gave him the time he needed to sort through the mess in his head. For starters, it was hot and Loryken Worp did not do hot days. Yes, the Prince of Talons himself did not enjoy the sun one little bit, and why not? It epitomized everything he hated in the long, miserable life he led. It was bright, sunny, and always there to watch over him and beat down on the long strands of his multi-hued hair. Yes, he despised it.


    Not as much as he despised walking, however. Loryken took another step along the bright, sunny, and rose laden road under the bright, sunny, and indescribably hot sunlight. It was truly maddening. Then again, there was a reason he was walking along the horribly beautiful path: his return to Kerevcah. Only two days he was gone, two mere days went past before he got the message from his golden brown hawk. Rector, the name of the hawk, was excited well enough to transfer the tiny scroll to Loryken on that hot mid-day. Sometimes, he wondered if the hawk was a secret, mythical animalius mole out to get information from his precious Kerevcah. It could it be paranoia speaking however.

    In any rate, Rector only bared annoying news: there was someone heading straight to Kervecah and he looked nothing of the Kerevcan descent. If the man or woman did not have pale skin and opaque royal blue pupils then they had no business being anywhere near Kervecah at all. But of course, there was nothing Loryken could do to fend off the pestering onlookers. Nothing but slaughtering them all and how dirty he would have to be to do that. Eyes heavy from lack of shade from the pestering sunlight, Loryken, tucked his mystic arm, Derus, deep into the "sleeve" of his suit, taking more steps down the road back to his home.

    Loryken ceased his outward conversation once he saw a mass down the road that appeared to be human of some sort, seeing as though it was walking and not trotting. Instantly, Loryken formulated his plan in his head. Fear would be the key. Closer he got to him until Loryken could feel the waves of anger and disgrace off of the man's (man's?) foul scent. Perfect.

    "Traveling alone on a whimsical scorching day such as this with the stencth of blood still caked on your clothing, are we? My my, who do I have the acquaintance of meeting on the road to Kerevcah?" he said in a polite manner. Violence was not necessary it seemed, for the man appeared as distraught as he out of been. Loryken Worp, Prince of Talons, knew much about the blood warriors. Yes, and how wonderful it was that he had one right in his grasp. Lorken placed a innocent smile on his lips.

     
  7. "Here they come~" Delona said in a happy sing song voice, her eyes wide with excitement.

    This was it, this was their freedom! Their release from the dark and useless halls of this fallen castle and now having the wonderful ability to once more rain destruction and chaos upon the land! Oh, she just couldn't wait to get started. The screaming of souls filled the castle as they flew through the halls at deadly speeds, soon entering her room and dropping off the requested person. She was bouncing on her toes now, her magic fading from her form as she stood the opposite of Corbett. The moment the souls slipped away and revealed their new leader...

    She frowned.

    It was a rather small girl, tiny and weak looking. This was not the leader she had planned for...It was suppose to be some big burly man with an evil look in his eyes and a roar of anger to accompany him. Or, another option would be an evil looking figure of a woman, tall like herself but much more focused on spreading the darkness that she was. However, she was instead given a child, or what looked like a child to her. She was not facing the girl though, so she was able to hold her rather upset expression without offending whomever had been dropped at her feet. She was just about to start a spell to send her back when she suddenly moved.

    Punching Corbett right in the gut.

    The girls question was masked by the loud and excited laughter of Delona. So maybe this girl had potential. It would take a lot of training and a wardrobe change but it was possible...It also allowed for some control. Many dark leaders always wanted to start causing trouble as soon as possible, with the required need of training then the girl could be taught patience...restraint.

    "Hmm...What a charming little thing you are~ And here I was thinking I had just summoned a tiny little child! Oh~ How wonderful it is to learn that is not the case."
    She cooed out as she slowly started to circle the young woman, looking at her better. "Now, to answer that questions of yours...My dear, I would like to personally welcome you to the League of Calamitous Woe...Mistress."
     
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    Clad in white Zaida would approach those which convened as one. Her stride wide and as authoritative as ever. Which seemed in exact contrast when compared to the sheer lack of power which decorated her aura. Rather then flaunt her power; Zaida was the type of woman who clung to a more humble approach. Only a fool would put their cards on full display for all to see. For the moment mystery and doubt would prove to be her greatest allies as she closed the distance between them.


    She clung not to the delusions of good or evil; such notions proved illusive to her. Nor was she one to join cult's which gathered under a single cause. However desperate times call for desperate measures. And so for the moment she felt her hand being forced. As she made her approach no words would be exchanged. No venomous thoughts would be weaved or posed. Only the bitter kiss of silence would embrace them. As those cold expressionless eyes observed the display transpiring before her gaze. Carelessly her eyes would gallop toward all those which gathered as one. Each and every entity proved odd; she was not use to working with others. A side effect of her conception into this world no doubt.


    This man who went by the name of Kerevcah stood out next to the present company. With hand nesting on her blade's handle she would watch intently as they idly bantered amongst themselves. Using what they said and wouldn't say as a way of painting a blurry image regarding their true selves. For she had learned early on to never accept someone for their face value.
     
  9. Joan was nearly falling asleep at the slow pace he had been hovering, the quiet beat of his wings seemed to lull him to sleep. But no, he refused to sleep while he was still angry at the raven that knocked him down and caused him to loose several of the fuzzy creatures he found.

    "Corbett, when I find you, you'll be sure to-" Buzz! "Shi-!" Joan put a hand over his arm, which had been cut by a ghoul that sped down the hallway and towards Delona's room. The tattoos on his arms began to glow bright a bright
    cyan along with his eyes as his anger rose. He took a step, then stopped himself.
    "No no, anger does not simply solve everything." He exhaled heavily and ran a hand over the burning hot symbols and they lost their florescence. "Much better." He smiled to himself.
    Suddenly, the sound of Delona's wicked laughter filled the air around him, causing him to flinch in fright. After a moment of quiet chatter from the room, Joan settled himself down and shrunk his wings until they were about hand-sized. His horns and tail shortened to give him the appearance of a young dog-human.
    Joan stood in the doorway and found Corbett not far from him.

    "Corbett..." Joan growled, giving him a light punch in the arm. Fighting never was his style. His cheeks blushed deeply and his eyes began to wet and sparkle. "There's no need to knock down Joans in the hallway, especially when carrying-" In the corner of his eyes he spotted Delona and a frail-looking girl, then realized he had interrupted. The girl was almost his height, if not, he was only an inch or two taller. Lord, he hated how short he was. But something about this girl threw him off, she looked like she was a different person on the inside, a completely different person.
    Joan blinked and realized he was starring. "Oh, I'm sorry." He said, still looking at the child that stood ahead of him. His wings disappeared as he became calm, entering his cute puppy state.
     
  10. View attachment 10953 Step after cursed step, mouth pulled down into a perpetual scowl, Menevol made his way towards the dark mountains that sat, looming, on the horizon. The sky had grown dark and the moon hid behind low clouds, but that was ok. Over the last couple years, Menevol had developed the ability to travel by night, moon light or not. He walked with confidence through the night and into early dawn. This was usually the time Menevol would find a place to stop and rest, but for whatever reason he pushed on. The darkness in his heart pushed him on. He felt that time was of the essence, and he was right.

    The path that he walked was over grown, rarely used and more or less abandoned. So when he caught sight of a man standing in the road not 20 feet away his interest was piqued. five feet away, within ear shot now, Menevol stopped as the man spoke.

    “Kerevcah…” He breathed through dry lips, eye’s squinted into slits on his face against the blazing sun.

    “I know of what you speak only in passing, but my path has taken me directly to you. I am a seeker of dark, a lone man, an out cast. I was a sworn brother to the blood warriors, but now I am the last of the dying race. My name is Menevol, but most call be Mayhem.”

    He paused, shifting his weight so that the large sword strapped across his back was in drawing length of his hand

    “I fear that the stench of blood is always with me, I am a killer cursed with blood lust.”

    Mayhem looked the man over, he was definitely not one with the light.

    “Can you bring me to the darkness? Reunite me with an army to battle the light? If you do, I will travel with you and lay down my life in servitude if need be.”
     
  11. Garneil was sat by the old empty stables around the back of the castle, perched on the edge of an old fence with his back leaning against the old stone walls. This was his favourite place in the castle grounds, not many came through so he could relax in peace. His large black robe which concealed his face in complete shadow, his hands hidden in the long sleeves and his feet covered by the length. It was so comfortable as it sat on his frame, his spiked pauldrons kept him upright and from slumping to the side as he drifted into sleep. His plans to gather some supplies for Delona no longer concerned him. "Finally...peace..." He smirked at the thought of this, his joyful moment however ruined by a high pitched cackle, leading to a bit of stone debris falling on his head from the window ledge above. "urgh....what is that incompetent old wench doing now?" He lugged himself off the fence and cracked his back before slithering up the side of the Castle. He peered over the window ledge secretively and curiously. He saw Delona stood with a small girl and Corbett sat in the top of the room and he whispered his trail of thought. "Who on earth is that?" At that instant another figure walked into the room. "And who's tha...oh. Joan! That idiot who collects dust balls" Garneil sighed as he let his curiosity get the better of him and pulled himself onto the windowsill to let them know he was there. "So what's all this then Delona?! Can't be more important than my afternoon nap..." He cut off his sentence by putting his sleeve in front of where his mouth presumably was.
     
  12. After some time of trotting her way through the snowy slope, Shira reached the castle structure. She sensed the smell of living creatures nearby; that meant that, unfortunately, the place was inhabited, and not waiting for her to reign over it as she intended.

    Unfortunately?

    The black panther chuckled, in her mind, as she paced around looking for a suitable entrance. Perhaps, having residents turned out to be fun, after all. She felt like toying with someone.... Her golden eyes caught sight of a small hole in the snow; after some inspection, she found out that it was used by rats to get in and out of the place. She dug up the cold snow with her paws, and soon found a small gate- probably some emergency exit, in disuse- that had a missing plank of wood. It was a narrow gap, but her head squeezed perfectly through, and after some careful movements she managed to make her whole body pass as well.

    Inside it was dark and cold, and it smelled foul- after all, there were rats- but at least the wind stayed out, and so did that horrid snow that dampened her marvelous fur. Shira shook vigorously, and once she felt ready she begun to walk, looking for a way out of that half-forgotten room. In the dim light the panther saw some staircase steps perfectly; she went up, and opened a door after giving it a nudge with her head.

    Much, much better.
    I could stay here for a while.


    The castle halls were, mostly, silent. But Shira listened with attention, and soon heard voices. There was quite some party going on further upstairs, and she was not going to miss it. Following the sounds, trying to find the source of them, she started wandering about- always so silently, always so softly, with the smooth, soft steps cats make- until she located the room. It even felt warmer than the rest of the castle, and it did smell differently- someone had been cooking something in there, she deduced.

    Crouching, the panther slid herself inside the room, keeping her body flat against the floor and the walls; her shoulderblades went up and down sinuously, as she moved in the dark corners of the room, trying to find a safe place to hide from those that were in there. A woman, a girl, an odd-looking man, and a boy that resembled a dog somehow.

    All easy prey, the proud panther thought to herself, although she did not dare to step openly into the scene.
     
  13. Garneil perked up slightly, something felt different around the room. He licked the air, a long forked tongue slowly rolled out of his mouth from the dark of his hood. He could taste a unknown presence. He wasn't sure whether it was whatever Delona was concocting or the small girl, but something had definitely changed, he coould feel it in his cold blood. It didn't seem to be threatening though...and that's what put him on edge. The league was used to being attacked due to the fact that the citizens and the council of Osardvor didn't really agree with their...practices. However Garneil put himself on his toes, waiting to see what happened next. However he was a bit more concerned at the fact Delona now knew he had been bunking off his duties.
     

  14. Before Elise could properly respond to the laughter of the woman who had been standing near, one that Elise had not seen before she punched the man that had been in front of her, someone else entered the room. Not only had she been plucked from the fields but now everyone was insisting on referring to her as a child when it should be fully obvious that she was nearly a woman. She frowned, her brow furrowing as her lips thinned into a grumpy line across her face. She was not in the mood for their almost cryptic way of speaking and all that she wanted was to know what was going on.

    "What's this League of Calamitous Woe? Did they kidnap me here? They're not very good at kidnapping since I'm not worth much to anyone. Take me to them and I'll set them straight, so that I can get back. Who knows what the animals are up to by now; I'm not even sure where I am or if the wibbles were able to stay behind without me..." her fretting and irritation took some of the cheerfulness from her and she seemed instead to be a bit short-tempered in this regard. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest now and her eyes were moving between the people present. It didn't look like the man she punched was getting up anytime soon.

    A small nod at her side summoned one of the wibbles, though their appearance seemed to be altered here, wherever here was. Instead of looking like ink black dolls, they seemed to be more sinister in appearance. This surprised her, though she was no less fond of the creature. Instead of being a fairly generic humanoid shape, the creature appeared to have the lower body of a spider with a humanoid torso connected from the waist up. Instead of a blank space for the face, there were now two jewel-like eyes glittering from the head, opalescent in quality.

    Hopefully, she thought, looking at the approximately cat-sized wibble that was staying close at her heel, the wibble would be enough to intimidate these people. It had always worked before on all the children in town who would pick on her - there was no reason it would not be equally effective on this gathering of surprisingly strange people.
     
  15. Corbett's hands drifted slowly to his side once the incantation was complete. He shivered at the shrills and wails that surrounded him, the only thing worse than Delona's lecturing. No. Nothing is worse than that banshee they call Delona. However, he brushed off the initial shock and proceeded to the corner of the room where he would wait for the Awaited One perched atop the highest shelf. However, before he could even shift to obtain his comfort of the air, he instead found himself on the ground. And in immense pain at that.

    The sheer force to his gut was enough to knock the human out of him, and curl up in a puff on the floor. He cawed in agony, trying to gain the sense to understand what had just happened. It was then he heard, in the quietest tinkling of a voice:

    "Where have you taken me?"

    A...girl? What's a little girl doing here?...Was all he could think after such a chime had graced his ears. It had almost lulled him into sleep until he heard the cackling of an old witch.

    An inferno of anger rose inside of Corbett. No one treats him like a punching bag. No one (except Delona)! He began to shift as other entities began to gather in the room. He ignored the cackling of the Old Hag. He ignored the touch on his arm by his league-mate. He ignored the reptilian creature by the window, and he ignored the prowling shadow-like presence far off in the room. He ignored everything but her.

    His raven hair danced with his anger as he stood up and completed his transformation. His eyes glared in one direction as he curled his pointed fingers. His muscles flexed, making him seem bigger than he was, as a stoic expression developed on his face. But everyone, especially in the castle, knew that when Corbett isn't sporting a scowl
    , it's because he is in his most agitated state. He truly is most beautiful when dressed in rage.

    He sailed across the floor and headed straight towards the source of his anger. He ignored her annoying bantering and grabbed her by her collar, flaunting his sharpened teeth as if he were to consume her. He pulled her close to his face and said in a slow monotone:

    "You think some flimsy female is gonna walk in on my castle and treat me like her punching bag? Let me allow you in on a little secret: it doesn't work that way. Please, allow me to personally welcome you to the League, Mistress!"

    The little dark creatures that seemed to surround her gave their best attempt to protect their master, but Corbett hardly even noticed them. He raised his deadly talons, like an hawk about to strike a cornered mouse.
     
  16. It seemed that the moment Delona did anything big, her work space suddenly became flooded with nosy people and today was no different. She was smiling her characteristic smile, the one that was both filled with joy and also evil intent. However, today she was no planning on causing anyone any physical harm at all. Instead, she was going to take advantage of these nosy bystanders and introduce her latest little summon. Ignoring the others and their questions she started to circle the girl much like a predator did to its prey. This girl has such potential, such hidden darkness. All it would take was some practice and some magic and they would have a dark mistress like no other!

    "My dear, You are amongst the League of Calamitous Woe. I have not kidnapped you either...I have used the dark souls of this castle to summon our newest leader, the one that will lead black spirits and demons a like into a glorious battle with the light! However...I had not planned for you to require teaching mistress...Though, I am glad that I don't have to teach you how to deal with terribly mannered servants."
    She said as she watched Corbett slowly try to stand. She stepped back after that and turned towards the other two for a moment.

    "Joan, please be a dear sweetheart and prepare the bathing chambers in the south hall? We meed to clean up the lady and also get her into something more...intimidating than her current dress. Garneil! I want the work in the stables done and then I want you peeling potatoes for supper, and this time make sure to to not used the moldy ones you lizard idiot or I'll cut out your tongue and dry it for potions!" She said, seeming to ignore the fact that he had been slacking on his duties if he had come here and also using a much harsher tone than she did with Joan.

    When she turned back to continue speaking with the girl she found Corbett right in her face, ready to caw out her eyes. Delona's eyes instantly lit with power and a chain of words slipped from her lips as she slung her arm in an upward arch, sending out a wave of magic that shot Corbett back into a stone wall and gluing him to it as well. Her powers continued to glow as she walked over to the angry little crow man and hissed, the dragon seeming to take a bit of control for a moment as her voice became two tone, one her own and the other much more darker and sinister.

    "YOU FOOL! DO NOT ATTACK THE NEW MISTRESS. SHE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO WILL RETURN US TO OUR GLORY AND I SHALL NOT HAVE YOU DOOMING US TO ANOTHER 1000 YEARS OF THIS TORTURE! SWALLOW YOU USELESS PRIDE AND SPEAK WITH HER PROPERLY OR I SHALL PLUCK ALL OF YOUR FEATHERS ONE BY ONE AND FEED YOU TO THE DARK SOULS!" Her voice roared as she glared with her power filled glare.

    All the while she was was unaware of the creature that walked from the shadows.
     
  17. "She's the!? She's our new mistress?" Garneil slid off the edge of the window sill and slid across the room, shocked at the news that Delona had just given them. He walked up to her and pleaded "But Delona! She's...well she's..." He didn't know how to put it without sounding insulting to his new leader, the controller of black spirits. "...she's a child Delona?" He bowed slightly to the girl as he didn't want to give offence. Delona told him to go clear out the stables and prepare the potatoes. Garneil didn't mind pealing the potatoes but the stables, he hated that, the degrading jobs a top class necromancer and genetic genius had to put up with. "As you wish Mistress...um ex Delona" He walked up to her face to face and his long tongue once again emerged from the darkness and lightly traced along her cheeks and brow in a mocking manner. "It's mould that gives them the taste" He chuckled and retracted his tongue. "And if i were you...i'd be more alert about our 'other' new guest" He turned slowly to the girl. "We dine at 6 ma'am" Garneil lied on the floor and slithered off, over the window sill and back down the castle. As he reached the stables he heard the old hag shouting at Corbett...again. The echoes around the grounds made him laugh. "Stupid Bird"
     
  18. Joan bowed his head respectfully towards Delona. If there was anyone he never wanted to disappoint, no matter how dreadfully tempting, it was Delona. He was never one for spells or potions or magic, yet his curiosity around her ended up in something becoming terribly wrong with him. Whether it was loosing his horns or multiplying his wings by five or ten, which had happened in the past, it always seemed to be him to get into a mess.

    But this time shouldn't be too hard, should it? She's only a young girl, or woman, whatever she was. Besides, he had no room to judge, since she stood at just about his height, maybe a tad shorter. Joan turned on his heels and headed for the doorway, before his tail and ears began to twitch violently. Before he knew it, his bat-like wings tore from his back and his horns replaced the childish ear on his head. The tattoos covering his arms and back began to
    glow brightly along with his eyes.
    He took a moment to look around the room's darkness, since this reaction hasn't happened in so long. Everything in his sight had turned different shades of blue and he observed the corners of his sight, noticing a creature's eyes in the darker area of the room. Not sure if it was real or a part of Delona's sick magic-puppetry-whatever, he starred into it's eyes before feeling a little creeped out. Joan let out a small growl then sighed. He spread his large wings and took a sharp flap before rocketing down the hallway and towards the bathing chambers. Some time in the middle of the hallway he heard Delona's angered voice blasting through the castle.

    After a few moments he found himself in the south hall of the castle, where his chamber was not too far in the east wing. Slowing to a stop and landing silently on the ground, he entered the bathing room where outside he fetched several buckets of water, filling the empty tub. Next, he warmed his hand on his tattoos, and lightly tapped the water, creating a bit of steam, but heating it up.
    "Intimidating, huh?" He thought for a while, before running towards one of the vacant rooms in the castle, then coming back with a
    black and dark red silk robe that he found so long ago. It was about his size, so it must fit the woman Delona had summoned. He folded it neatly and set it on a chair inside the bathing room.
    "That should be alright, my work is done." He told himself before retreating to his chamber where only the Gods knew what he would be doing.
     

  19. There had been a lull while Delona was greeting her, a chance to ease into relaxation and an ease of the air. In fact, Elise had been very preoccupied studying the new appearance of her darling little wibble. Such a lovely little creature it had become, with its spindly legs and strong torso, eyes glimmering from its face... unfortunately, her mind was what controlled the wibble and thus they were both distracted, cooing at each other mentally, admiring the strong figure that the wibble had taken.

    Instantly, Elise knew that this was a mistake. She ought not have felt even the tiniest bit at ease here, she should never have let her guard down. She turned, in surprise, but too late as the man that she punched accosted her. He grabbed her by the collar before she knew what was going on, pulled her too close to his face while he spoke. She would let him finish his little speech before making him regret daring to lay so much as a finger upon her, let alone in a violent manner. He would rue the instant that the thought to do so had even crossed his mind by the time she was done with him.

    Before she could mete out the punishment she intended for the man, however, someone else stepped in instead. The woman who had greeted her had now thrown the man against the wall and was yelling at him, something about a thousand years of torture. Plucking the feathers from him, though, that was not enough for what a furious Elise had in mind. Clenching her fist, two more of the wibbles slid from the shadows to flank the first, their jewel eyes glinting with malice. Perhaps this man was important to the people here, too important to harm further, but he better have learned his lesson.

    "Don't kidnap me and expect to leave unmarked, especially if you should have the misfortune of so much as brushing my clothing once more. You will not come off so easily again." Her eyes were narrowed and her clenched hands were trembling slightly. Her chest rose and fell, furious, but she tried to calm herself once more.

    "That bath sounds lovely. I will gratefully accept, and then you can tell me what all is coming to pass and what has happened."
     
  20. Two inches. A mere two inches were standing between Corbett and his revenge. But before he could exact it, he was flung across the room and unto the stone wall with a force so mighty it had left an indentation. Corbett stayed glued there, body shaking, hair dancing like flames, and a glare so fierce it could pierce through the strongest of armor. Even with Delona's roar echoing across the castle he did not remove his hateful gaze from the girl's. He thought of the many ways he could erase her disgusting existence this very moment, without hesitation. But then, she started to speak.

    And he laughed.

    He let out a laugh so heinous, so odious that one could feel the hatred pouring out of it. His hair became cold and hard like the wall behind him. his nails had grown twice their size, much like his teeth, and were black. Small, dark protrusions that much resembled that of a dragon's scales started to seep out of his skin, and the feathers on his back became sharp as blades, ready to slice any that dared to touch them. He continued to laugh at her pathetic threats until Delona's hold on him finally caught up and squeezed the air out of his lungs.

    "I bet you think you're real hot shit, don't ya?" He murmured as he looked down with a malicious smile. "I BOW TO NO ONE, WENCH." The room gave a little quiver at his words. He looked up, and with the deadliest of glares, said, "Not even to you, 'Her Highness'."

    The hardened plates on Corbett's body pierced through Delona's magic as it melted away and became nothing more than a puddle on the ground. He snickered in her direction, and in a burst of purple flames transformed into his original form. But this was not his little black poof of a form most of the castle was used to, no. This was his real true form. Well, the closest thing to it. No one has seen Corbett's actual, real true form, and hopefully no one ever will.

    The large crow raised his spiked, blade-like wings into the air, and headed towards the outside. He placed his talons on the windowsill, and when he looked back let out a loud caw, that in fact sounded more like a roar. Then off he flew, into the bitter cold of the mountains. Only those of his breed knew what Corbett actually said, but one could only guess it wasn't very pleasant.