The Curse of Ellismire IC

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Varen
After a short while of plain silence, Max got up and spoke simply, "Let's go." She then took a few running steps and leaped into the air. With a few downstrokes, her beautiful wings lifted her into the air. Malik soon followed, leaving Varen on the ground . "This is not cool!" he yelled out to them, before running behind them, why did she suddenly start flying? Is she trying to find Demiel? That would be nice.
Darvjan
"Let's see here, You were born originally to die, as you, a draconian dragonling, were hurt as a result of the ever-popular job of dragon hunting, the hunters were about to get you too! If it were not for that sexy chic, Zelena, who ran away after a disastrous event with love, family, and betrayal, and found you here, took you to a tower, and nursed you back to health, thanks to her dark magic. There you swore your allegiance to protect her life for as long as you live. You were there to witness every major part of her life from here on, am I correct?"
"You are."
"And thus, you served as her guard, virtually her pet, and was there for everything. You helped her in her plot to kill her mentor, who taught her dark magic, you were there when she gained her supreme power in Ellismire, you were even there when she transported all of us into earth, you were there, but the problem was, it feels like you weren't Darvian, do you wanna know why? Because she DOES NOT CARE ABOUT YOU? Why do you think she transported you as far away from her as possible, why is it, when you failed your first mission, she wanted you as close to death as possible, why is it, she prefers to talk to Azmere, and go out on dances with him, and do swordplay? It's because she could not care less about your love, for her love is superior, it always has, and it always will, only those who SHE chooses to love get to be loved, and honestly Dar, you are not on that list..."
Darvian backed away in sheer surprise and astonishment, "No! I cannot--I will not stand for this! My Zelena cares about me! She gives me respect." Conscious raised an eyebrow, "Oh really? You think that, well, why don't you hear it for yourself?" with that said, conscious shows a picture of a bunch of Zelena holograms, all poofing out in a purple cloud in different locations, but they all say the same thing:
"Hello. Please do not be frightened. That purple cloud that just engulfed you guys? That was me. I needed it to send out a message to an old friend of mine. She is one of only two people in my life who has ever truly meant anything to me. Something happened, and we lost contact by my own fault. I have been trying ever since to get in contact with her, and have just now got up the courage to try something this drastic." she paused for effect, looking down and fingering the necklace that Demiel had given her. She never takes it off. "Demiel, if you are out there, and can hear this, I beg of you, forgive me. I miss you, my friend. I miss our easy friendship, the sisterhood we shared. I realize now the error of my past, the error in my previous actions. Ever since Daniel died-" Zelena's breath hitched, and her voice rose slightly, this was when it gets hard. She can never talk about him without tearing up, and she let a tear fall down her cheek. "Ever since he died I have been filled with this desire for revenge. Even after his murderer was dead, it still filled me with anger. Anger does terrible things to a person, Demiel. I need our friendship, I need you, my sister. You were the only other person I ever trusted with anything. You still are. Please forgive me, and please contact me somehow. I need your advice, I need our friendship. I am in New York, if you want to come find me. I hope to hear from you soon, dearie.
That is it folks, sorry for disturbing your night. Sleep well, and carry on."
Conscious then repeated her speaking the most important line, the one that would strike Darvian mad. And Darvian knows for a fact who #2 is, and it is definitely not him.
"She is one of only two people in my life who has ever truly meant anything to me."
"Stop it Conscious, that is not true!"
"She is one of only two people in my life who has ever truly meant anything to me."
"STOP IT!!!"
"She is one of only two people in my life who has ever truly meant anything to me."
"AAARGH!!!"
With that, Darvian lunged with his sword at Conscious, and then...
He woke up.
This time he was in a completely new place, he is now in an unlit room that seemed unbreakable. on the bright side, most of his wounds have fully healed and he felt as if he was never better. He Lunged at the walls, and punched them, anything he could do to somehow break free...
And he could not.
All he could do was sit there, in the dark, alone. He found the closest wall he could fine, and sat down, back against alone.
Was what she said true? Was Conscious telling me the truth? If so, she must not be my mater no longer! She won't. If so, she must feel the pain I feel now.
Desperation.​
 
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Angellus smiled when he heard the banging and clashing in the cell begin. This should be fun. He changed his face, so he now looked like what he really was, a vampyr. Smiling, which really made him look all creepy, he banged on the wall. He got the cattle prod out. It shouldn't do too much damage, just rough him up a bit. By the sound of it, this was one angry draconian. Nothing he couldn't handle.
He growled, and threw the door open, locking himself in with the creature. While Darvian would have a hard time seeing in this darkness, Angellus, being a creature of the night, could see almost clearly. "Awwe, is old Darvy mad? Mama forsake him one too many times?" he taunted in his rich, deep voice. Echoing across the walls of the enclosed cell, his taunt reached it's full effect.
Stalking right up behind the draconian, he whispered in its ear. "She doesn't care about you, Darvian. Why else would she punish you so harshly. After all, it was only your first mission. She even sent you on the easiest mission there is, and you still failed her!" right as he finished, he stuck the end of the prod into the creatures back, sending about 500 joltz through him. ​
 
Darvian
After his tiny tantrum, Darvian heard a low growl near him, This growl was quite distinct and very easy to identify who it is.
It was Angellus.
"Awwe, is old Darvy mad? Mama forsake him one too many times?" he taunted in his rich, deep voice. Echoing across the walls of the enclosed cell, his taunt reached it's full effect. Darvian got up and gave the darkness that was Angellus a dull look, as if in to say It's not working.
Stalking right up behind the draconian, he whispered in its ear. "She doesn't care about you, Darvian. Why else would she punish you so harshly. After all, it was only your first mission. She even sent you on the easiest mission there is, and you still failed her!" right as he finished, he stuck the end of the prod into the creatures back, sending about 500 jolts through him. Darvian grunted in agonizing pain and stumbled to the floor all that Darvian did was laugh maniacally, much like Dylan did when Darvian interrogated him. at this point, he has been through so much mental trauma and a lot of time being knocked out, that this pain seemed harmless, and he just shrugged it off. He got up slowly, and yelled back at the bleak darkness "You...cannot break what is already broken. Come on, try harder! Or are you holding back Angellus?" for once Darvian was happy to see that vampire again. For it meant something.
It meant he can have someone to finally straighten things out.​
 
All was dark in the void of being unconscious.

James felt something warm and wet slide across his face, grumbling as he opened his eyes. "Calvin!" he gasped, sitting up. The large horse stared expectantly. James panted, petting the horse as he stood up. Bugs hummed loudly as he searched about, spying only trees and swamp. A strange road of black stone lay below his feet.
"Where's Anya?" he asked his horse. "Anya?! ANYA!". He looked around in a panic, mounting his horse. He called her name for several minutes, trotting up and down the road, but not venturing far from where he awakened. He even walked some ways into the swamp to shout her name over there.
It became clear to him that the fog was in fact some foul magic; he was far from his home. Anya must have been as well.

"Calvin, I want you to understand" he patted his horse's neck. "We are about to undertake the most important mission of your life."

The knight's eyes narrowed as his steed gave a whinny in response. "NOW FLY. LIKE A BAT FROM HELL."
 
Yiktak felt groggy, as he began rubbing his claws up and down his scaly face. "So, Diplomat Rekip... How much further are we from th-" Yiktak noticed something truly horrifying, he was separated from his Tribal Brothers and Sisters. "Brothers! Sisters! Can you hear me!"

Yiktak waited to hear something, but all he heard was the sound of a bubbling swamp marsh, and the sounds of crickets. Yiktak looked beneath his feet, as he saw he was in some thick brush. Yiktak slowly crept through the brush, as it moved with him, disturbing some wild frogs in the area. Yiktak noticed something in the swamp-water.

Yiktak peered closer as he saw a large reptilian face partially submerged in the water, only the top of it was visible. Yiktak stared at the creature's beedy black eyes, and its dark green scaly skin. Yiktak smiled, "Ah, must be one of the Tribal Relatives..." Yiktak entered the waters, keeping his head above it, as he began paddling through the swampy waters. He continued swimming at a brisk pace, as he moved closer to the creature, which suddenly snapped its massive jaws at Yiktak.

Yiktak yelped, as he began paddling away, as the creature did not appear to follow him, but stayed adrift in the swampy waters. Yiktak continued paddling through the swampy waters, as he caught something out of the corner of his eye. It was a large contraption, like a massive over-sized log, which was a strange white color, a thing that was not common for tress. Then again, Yiktak knew far more about rocks and minerals than trees, so he peered at the thing and analyzed it. Yiktak never saw a log that was as large as this, which appeared to move quickly through the water, and there was something curious about this log. It made a large buzzing sound, like a swarm of bees, but louder. Yiktak continued looking at the log, as he saw that it had a strange device attached to the back of it. It was circular, and there were large chunks of forged metal within it.

Is that a natural part of the log? Yiktak thought to himself, as he saw an individual on it. He was a large human, around 5'9" and he had a massive girth. This person wore very unusual armor, one was a strange decorative helmet which had a large bill like appendage from it. The helmet had an engraving upon it "Trucker For Life.". Is that his tribe? Yiktak was pondering, as the log carrying the swamp tribal human was coming closer. Yiktak noticed as well that the man was holding a strange device, with two large rod appendages which had massive holes in them. The man began shouting "YEEE-HAW!" as something came through the water, creating a massive bang and splashed the swamp-water up towards Yiktak.

A SORCERER! Yiktak thought, he had to act quickly, the Sorcerer was preparing his strange wand device for another casting. Yiktak looked at the brushes, trying to think if he could hide there, and, oh no, the Sorcerer was aiming his wand for another in-cantation. Yiktak would have preferred to have done more pondering, but he dived deep into the murky water, as he swam under the log. The incantation went off again, as Yiktak saw some strange metal fragments float down. Clearly that must have been the necessary tools to activate the spell... Yiktak was not in a friendly place, and he needed to find his Tribal Brothers and Sisters.
 
James only needed to ride for a few minutes before spying a shack on the side of the road. They wore odd pants of a blue material, and one strummed an odd lute.

"You! Have either of you seen my daughter?" James asked, dismounting. "Please, she's about this tall, she has dark hair. Please."

The pair looked at each other before one answered, "Sorry Mister, yer the only one passed through here all day." "Hey Jim, I think he's one of them, ren-eh-sance fair weirdos. He look right to you?"

James rubbed his face. This was getting him nowhere. He had to take his anger out on something- anything. And luckily, he saw a large reptile sitting on the edge of the riverbank. Just his luck, this land was monster infested.
"Vile serpents!" he shouted, drawing his hammer.

"The fuck're you doin'?" one of the natives shouted, grabbing a metal pipe. "Stand back!" James said, and rushed the alligator.
 
Yiktak continued paddling underneath the log. The loud buzzing of the strange contraption, probably made by the Swamp Sorcerer, was sounding duller. Yiktak continued listening, as it appeared that the buzzing sound was fading away. Yiktak began swimming upwards to the top of the murky water. As soon as he poked his head out of the water, he began breathing in and out.

"By the glistening light upon the forged metal of Kurtulmak's spear... That encounter with the Swamp Sorcerer was most dangerous." Yiktak said. Yiktak turned his head to the left, and to the right. Both directions were filled with equally tall brush, and swamp-water. Yiktak continued paddling forward, as he began examining his surroundings. It was more of the same, a dreary, and dark place. Wait... Yiktak noticed something different, after all this time swimming he noticed something new.

It was a large square contraption, made of wood, it had a roof made of some strange black material over it. Yiktak saw some glowing torches coming from it, but it was far brighter than any other torch that he had witnessed in the caves. Waaait... This may be what the Upper Races call a "House", this implies some level of civilization... Well Upper-civilization, sadly. Yiktak thought to himself, as he began swimming closer to this "house", as they called it.
 
The alligator hissed as James approached. It lunged, snapping its jaws as James sidestepped, battering its head with a swing. It gave out another hiss, advancing.
James looked down; he was knee deep in water. "Come on!" he said. The reptile charged again; James attempted another sidestep. He drew his knife, bringing it down on the gator's skull, sinking in with a thunk. It shook around as it began to bleed out, prompting James to bash it several times with the butt of his hammer until it stopped moving or breathing.

"Sheeeeit, yer crazy, mister." one of the natives stated. "But any man who hammerfights a gator's fine in my book."

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"So I'm in this.... 'Looz-anna'?" James asked, staring at the alligator over a spitroast. He took a swig from the 'shine of moon' he was given.
"That is correct." the native replied, taking a swig in turn. "Far from home, ain'tcha?"
"Indeed... Where is the biggest city in this land?" James asked. "I think I can find my daughter there."

"Well, that'd be..." the pair considered each other. "That'd prolly be New York City." "Yup, full o' yankees and fuckin' immigrants though."
"Then that's where I must go." James said. The largest city would have a population of at least several thousand; James was most likely to find news of his countrymen, and therefore his daughter, there.

"Oh, one more request." James said. "Unfortunately, I lack ranged weaponry. Do either of you have a spare crossbow?"
"Well you shoulda asked!" one grinned, running into the house. He arrived carrying a strange crossbow; the handle was odd and it used a strange trigger. The quiver was attached, and contained eight bolts of strange material and wicked looking heads. The ensemble was also painted to resemble foliage. But it was still a crossbow.
"It seems like a wonderful weapon!" James smiled. "Cletus, and Jebediah. You have both been wonderful people. The Hawthornes are in your debt." There was a brief exchanging of knuckle bumping before James mounted Calvin.

"Oh hey! One for the road." James was tossed a jar of clear liquid. It was more shine of moon. He laughed, waving goodbye as he headed East. A wave of nostaligia reminded him of his earliest campaigns.

"Anya, I'm coming."
 
Yiktak continued paddling until he approached a dock, which held a gentleman who was wearing strange armors. His vest was made from some strange white cloth, which had no sleeves that revealed the man's hair arm-pits. His leggings were composed of an even stranger material, which was a dark blue. The man was wiggling his toes just above the water, and he was holding onto a strange metal rod device, which appeared to have a large length of some white cord coming from it.

Another Sorcerer... But he seems far more docile, perhaps I shall try approaching this Swamp Sorcerer to see if I can gather any useful information regarding my current circumstance. Yiktak thought to himself, he swam a bit backwards, wanting to be out of range for any attack the Sorcerer may throw at him, but he wanted to be close enough that he could hear him. Yiktak poked his head out of the murky water as he addressed the Swamp Sorcerer.

"Salutations Swamp-dweller, I beseech of you information that I desperately need in my quest." Yiktak said, as the man peered at the swamp, not making out the fact that he was in-fact a Kobold. "I have become lost from my kin, and I must know, first off, where am I?"

The Swamp Sorcerer pulled out a large chunk of mutilated fish-parts, as he tossed them into the swampy waters, close to where the cord of his wand had landed. OH NO, HE IS GOING TO KILL ME WITH A SPELL! Yiktak thought in horror.

"Eh kid ya soun' funneh. An' you're in Louisiana." the Swamp Sorcerer replied. Yiktak was relieved that he was not being targeted by another spell, this was a good sign. Yiktak asked curiously, "Lois Ana? This is where I currently am?" The Swamp Sorcerer shook his head, "You ain't too bright are ya? Ya, Louisiana, kid ya bettah ask your otha questiuns quickly."

Yiktak's eyes widened in horror, "Y-yes Swamp-dweller. I beseech of you, where are the largest mines that holds the most reptilian life-forms?" he asked, his voice trembling in the utmost fear.

The Swamp Sorcerer let out a mischevious grin, "Oh I'll tells ya. Ya want New York City waaay up North. The sewers there hol' big crocs who lived there ever seence they was flushed down tha drain." The Swamp Sorcerer let out a boisterous chuckle. Yiktak did not know what sorcery the man referred to as a "drain", but it must be some sorcery that allowed the Kobolds of New York City to thrive. This "Croc" Clan would be a most serendipitous ally to Yiktak, if he ever wanted to find his Tribal Brothers and Sisters again.

Yiktak thanked the man as he swam through the swamp, and entering the brush, where he saw an oddly peculiar feature of the landscape. It was as if Kurtulmak was guiding him with this highly un-natural black markings, this had to be the way up to the mystical land of New York City. Yiktak glanced around, trying to see if there were any other strange Swamp-dwellers. As he did not notice any, Yiktak began following the strange black pathway... hoping to uncover this "New York City".
 
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Ava
Ava smiled. Now her attention was on nursing Demiel back to health. "Now. You need to rest, I say this time tomorrow, if you don't do anything, you should be good as new. Doctor's orders." with that, she escorted her to the other room, and helped her into bed. "Now, sleep dear." with that said, she sat by Demiel's bed, and started to read.
Angellus
Angellus smiled. "Awwe, poor Darvian. You broken already? What, one harsh punishment and your broke? Come on, you gotta be stronger than that, otherwise Zelena would have left you for dead!" He kicked Darvian, hoping to get him to fight. He needed a good fight. It's been so long. He kicked him again. "Come on, man. I thought you were better than this. Maybe I ought to let you alone in the dark. Let you sit on it." He walked out, locking the door behind him, leaving Darvian in pitch black.

Angellus needed to feed. He stalked out of the compound, and started roaming central park. He found multiple couples. Smiling, he put is real face back on, and jumped out in front of some, scaring the heck out of them. That always brought him a good laugh. He found just the perfect victim. A young one. About 18 years of age, female, ginger, freckles. Changing back to his 'human' face, Angellus walked up and started conversation. "Well, you're out late, alone. Could be dangerous, sweetheart." they talked for a few minutes, and he took his chance, not bearing to wait longer. When her back was turned, Angellus got all fangy and when she turned back, she didn't even have time to scream. Dropping her lifeless body, Angellus wiped the blood from his lips. The younger they are, the tastier. Went back to the compound, and sat outside Darv's cell. Awaiting his orders.
 
Darvian
He just stood and did nothing as the vampire proceeded to kick him and taunt him. eventually he left the cell for a while. When Angellus left, Darvian decided to observe the cell so that if and when Angellus came back it would be easier to find him in this pitch black area. He began thinking to himself, Maybe I could kill that stupid vampire, and escape, yeah that's a great idea! I should do that! He sat by the cell entrance and waited for that stinking vampire to show up. Eventually he did, so Darvian went close to the cell and taunted Angellus "Hey Stoopid! are you tired of fighting me already? Or do you just not want to die by me?" He laughed, and waited for him to open that cell door.
So he clenched his fists, ready for the first thing to appear.​
 
After some few hours of walking, James spied a short figure in the distance. It was walking away, but James recognized the spindly, lizard body, the scales.
"A kobold." he said. "More monsters. But a speaking one, at least."

He dismounted. "Stay." he snapped at the horse, creeping forward. He sneaked around trees, stalked through the brush.

When the lizard was close, he sprinted, and tackled it to the ground, drawing his knife to its neck.
"TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW." he shouted. "How did we get here? What do you know about the fog?"
 
Something great and terrible stirred beneath New York. It was- not a snake, exactly. It was snake-like, certainly, but it was not a snake. It was what a snake would dream of one day becoming. A monstrous, hulking ur-serpent from the dawn of time. It probed the air with its tongue, uncoiling from the pile of loose change and lost jewelery she slept upon.
She smelled them. Tasted them. The scent was all too familiar. It was the apes who lived above the ground. The apes who stole her children. "Intruuuudersssss" the wurm hissed as she entered her domain.
 
Yiktak was wandering through the brush, when suddenly he was tackled down by a Knight in the proper armor. Yiktak emitted a horrified shriek as the man drew his knife upon his neck.

"I don't know how I entered this strange land! Though I am glad there are some people other than the Swamp Sorcerers!" Yiktak said his voice trembling with complete and utter fear. "The fog separated me from my Tribal Brothers and Sisters!" Yiktak began bawling, "I w-was heading to the land "New York City"... They have a tribe of Kobolds within it's massive mines, the "Croc" clan. Their sorcerers should shed light on the matter and let me find my brothers and sisters!" Yiktak continued on, completely fearful of the man.
 
"Well." James slowly got off the lizard. "That makes two of us."

He sheathed his knife. "So... even kobolds were spirited away? That fog doesn't discriminate between friend or foe. And it seems this 'New York City' is a grand locale indeed."

He considered the kobold for a moment. "Kobold. I fear whatever took us here is grander than any skirmish we've seen. This is the work of grand sorcery. And I, too, have been separated from my family. This is only because we're from the same world, but... I suggest that until we discover the source of our troubles and reunite with our people, we call a truce. I'll plain accept any help under a common cause, even from a lizard."
 
Yiktak began breathing in and out quite heavily as James slowly got off. Yiktak nodded, "Yes... This work of magic is most powerful indeed." Yiktak peered at James, "Yes we should maintain this truce until we reunite with our people. In this common cause... we must find our way to this 'New York City'." Yiktak brushed himself up, as he glanced through the brush.

"Say, did you hear which way it was from the Swamp-dwellers, a Sorcerer told me it was North. You heard of that as well correct?" Yiktak inquired.
 
"As a matter of fact, a local showed me a map." James said, drawing the North American landmass in the dirt

"We're here, in Looze-Anna." he pointed. "And New York City is over here. I was intent on heading East, and then following the coast north for a while. If the city really is big, we'll see signs and guides when we approach."
 
Yiktak stared at the dirt map with an intense curiosity. He crouched down as he looked at where Looze-Anna and New York City was. Yiktak looked up to James, "Are there no mines to follow?" he asked rather curiously. "Strange... So the City will have large signs marking of its location? Interesting, and useful in our endeavors."
 
"As far as I'm aware, no. I'll disguise you in human cities to the best of my ability. 'Til then, it's best we walk." James mounted his horse.

"The territory furthest East I believe is called 'Florida'. Once there, we'll turn North along the coast."
 
Yiktak glanced up at James who was upon his horse. "'Florida', is the Eastern most major Kingdom then?" Yiktak scratched his scaly head, "Interesting. Lead on Upper-dweller... hnmm..." Yiktak pondered for a moment, before glancing up at James again. "What is your name Upper-dweller? If we are to be on such an expedition, it would be most beneficial to know the other one's name. I shall start, I am Yiktak."
 
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