The Dreamer [Chapter 1: The Beginning]

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Explicit finally decides to make a shaft for the shard out of the earth. She reshapes it and uses some of Ryan's pressure to compact it very tightly, practically making it as hard as wood. She'll have to find a new shaft for it later. She connects the shard spearhead to the shaft and floats it over to Farsight lazily with her magic. As it hovers before him, she turns her attention to Ryan. "He's definitely useful for riding. I hop on the side and we fly away into the sunset." she says as her magic trails off of the spear, running through Farsight's mane, feeling as though her hand is running through it instead. She means him no insult, considering she knows how he must feel about what she said. "And honestly, I don't know! I'm just as confused as you are, I just have direction."

Explicit looks out over the thread ash spawn laying upon the ground, not even attempting to get back up. She looks at Nova, and then back to the seemingly lifeless spawn. "Something isn't right. They aren't even trying to fight back, not to mention Nova's exhausting himself trying to fight them. I think... Oh, no, I know." she says, her hand on her chin, and then a finger in the air as she realizes what's happening. Somewhere close by, but unnoticed by the group, several tumors have formed together. They've taken the ash from several trees, creating a small clearing in the forest. The tumors all seem to melt together, forming an extra large tumor. The ash floats about in a rapid circle above the tumor, almost as if a dust storm.

Two large tentacles thrust out of the large tumor, their exiting points bursting with a black, blood-like goo. The tentacles wrap themselves around the ashen storm, and the storm itself seems to calm. The ash moves together, forging a creature of pure blackness. The beast very heavily resembles a boar, but it's about four to five times as large. There are small tentacles emerging from its orifices. Its eye sockets are hollow like the ashen spawn before it. The Ashen Beast lets out a might roar, a resounding, echoing fury emanating throughout the forest. The creeping forest floor seems to move away from it as it steps forward slowly. It pounds its forehoof on the ground, causing three nearby trees to turn to ash and fall to the ground. Three tentacles wriggle their way out of the boars body - one from its ear, two from its nose - and they wriggle over to the piles of ash.

The tentacles form the ash into Ashen Spawn, except these have sharpened fingertips. Turns out the entire fight before now was just a decoy. Who knew? Explicit puts a lot of emphasis on Farsight taking the spear now, a small look of concern in her eyes.
 
Daniel watched as the ashen monsters were thrown towards them, and he spun his sword in a wide arch, letting it catch them, one by one, along the side of it. He watched as their ashen bodies were neatly bisected by the sharp, which despite its dull and pitted appearance, was somehow inordinately sharp. They split apart with a sickening splorching sound, as thin sinew kept their body parts partially connected before they dissolved into ashes, and nothing more. Daniel shook his sword, flecks of blood spilling across the grass. He watched it burn through the greenery, turning it sick and black. Privately, he wondered if his blood held the same properties. He hadn't been seriously injured in some time. It was far easier to slaughter those that couldn't fight back. That had been his policy, before he had twisted the High Magus's head to the side, hearing the satisfying crack of his arteries and tendons. It -had- been such a satisfying sound, though...

There was a hissing sound at his feet. Daniel's head jerked upward, like a puppet being pulled along by its strings. His grey-red eyes were forced to look upon some great boar, writhing with black tentacles and tendrils. He watched them crawl around on the boar's skin, so many black maggots that slipped in and out of muscle and sinew. They crawled back through the creatures skin, dancing around the empty eye sockets of the creature. His armor shook as the beast let out the great cry, it rattled against his clothes, and caused his long dead skin to create some sort of response. The death knight's skin prickled with goosebumps. It was not fear he felt. It could not be fear. It was revulsion. They were eating it, he had realized. They were devouring the boar, and eventually there would be no boar left. There would only be bleached bones that the maggots would suck out the marrow from until the memory of the great boar was the last thing left, and soon, that too would be gone. Living or unliving, these maggots would devour them all.

Daniel heaved his sword up, holding it defensively, watching ash flake off of the purple glowing blade. He braced himself, looking up at the advancing boar. He stood infront of the others of his small band. This was part of the test, he had to tell himself. This had to be part of the test. He watched the writhing maggot boar come closer and closer to him, and he watched the nature recoil away from its feet -- just as it had from the death knight's step. They were one and the same, then? Was that some lesson that Grim the Dark was trying to tell him? Did he expect Daniel to give up his life to this beast? No. He would not. He would fight it, and he would emerge victorious -- because Daniel was no accustomed to losing. There must always be a Danielson of Sheldomar, of the line of Grim, favored by the Lord of the Rotting Tower. The prophecy had to be fulfilled.

He moved his sword away from his defensive position, and held it infront of his face, clutching it with two hands. He did something he had not done in some time. He prayed. His family line was favoured by a god, but when he was a young knight, he did not pray to this god -- he had often considered that this had been his downfall. He had prayed to Saint Cuthbert, a god of righteous wrath and honour. That had what had been proper for a boy-knight to worship. Now that he was an old death-knight, it was time to worship the god of his family. The only god who would listen to a Danielson of Sheldomar was the Lord of the Rotting Tower, the Undying King, the Whispered One. No worshipper said his given name, unless they did not fear him. And they all should.

Daniel murmured the name of the Arch-Lich, The Maimed God, and Master of the Spider throne.

"Lord Vecna, I invoke your name. See your servent through."

His sword glowed hot, from cool purple to a sheer, blinding white. He was ready.
 
Farsight had finished collecting some of the Ashen Spawns material into a glass jar. Sealing it, he replaced the tools into his bag, making sure to wipe off the small shovel like instrument he had used. That finished, he whisked away the bag again, the same strain that seemed to accompany any of his Dreamweaving there once more... Then he looked back over at Ecsy, and the item she was forming. It looked like a spear, as it had a sharpened end, which was made of a crystal of some sort.

He stood there, transfixed as the fight erupted around him, staring at the weapon. It seemed... So familiar. As he approached it, following Explicit's orders without realizing it, he could feel it call out to him. Even as the boar was formed, the ichor of its body pooling around it as nature itself tried to flee, all he could concentrate on was the weapon. It... Spoke to him... Farsight... Wield me, defeat your foes... Let them know and fear the name of... Karaka, the Undying Dream!

The others had no idea, but somehow Explicit had created a weapon that only Farsight could wield. A weapon that would serve him well. As the boar sought to absorb more ash and tumors, Farsight approached the spear, and took it up in his magic. He turned, now full facing the Ash Boar, and swung his spear, testing it and placing it into position. He was ready to face the challenge.
 
"And now for the more general things." Explicits says, stepping back for a moment. She casts her own brand of dream magic, being weaved by whoever is inside of her mind, forever omniscient to what she must do. A rush of adrenaline begins to course through Nova's veins, revitalizing his energy. A second spell washes over Leona, causing the mark upon her hand to brighten. This particular enhancement will strengthen one of her attacks, but she'll only need one to do what she must. Some of her magic pools below Daniel, giving him a small array of different modifications, depending on what he might need at the time. Short bursts of speed, increased thrusting strength and flaming blade being only three very small examples.

Explicit tilts her head as she admires her bit of work. She doesn't bother to buff Ryan, because he isn't going to play his part - yet. He actually has one of the more important ones, however. She must only tell him of it when the time comes, though. Explicit can hear a connection between herself and Farsight. The weapon has bonded itself with him. This satisfies her greatly for some mysterious reason. She has to stop and think for a moment. What if she's the bad guy? Hah, what a laugh, as if Escy is capable of being evil. She continues to watch at the boar makes its move.

All three Ashen Spawns strike, two heading to Farsight and another trying to reach Leona. The large boar stomps again, breaking down another four trees. The trees quickly form into more Ashen Spawn, but they require a moment to rest before they can strike.
 
"Woah." Is all that comes from Ryan as he stares into nothing, lost in thought of pony unicorns flying high above the clouds, shooting laserbeams out of their horns and doing all sorts of magic tricks. It was silly, but Ryan only knew his own magic. Never had he seen someone else perform any kind of magic, and now there were all sorts of creatures handling it like it was as common as the grass beneath their feet!

Amazed by everything, he watched Nova, he watched Escy, he watched the suit of armour, he watched the little pony, he saw the glowing mark on Leona's hand he saw.... "B-B-B-Boar?!!" He screamed in fear, and ran to hide behind Escy. He didn't care what they'd think of him, that thing was huge! Four, five, six, seven times as large as a normal boar, and a normal boar is enough to frighten him already, was now standing there, approaching the party. His fear made the beast seem only bigger to him, which then made it even worse for him.

Cowering behind Escy, he looked over at the others for a moment. They didn't seem afraid, no the opposite, they were more than ready to fight it. He wanted to help them, but he couldn't. He sat there, behind Escy, shaking in fear, nearly in tears.
 
As the boar let out his roar, Nova had no other choice but to pull back. This creature was not something that should be taken on in close combat.
With his energy running low, his options became very limited. He didn't want to retreat, since this would be unacceptable.

Then, a sudden surge of power flew through his body. His power was restored to it's climax. It has been a while since he felt like this.
This new strength boosted not only his abilities, but also his confidence. With his shortsword in his hand he wanted to attack. But this was not the time to randomly attack.

Nova saw hoe the boar continued to create more ash spawn. It seemed to need trees and turn them to ash in order to spawn them.
(If this keeps up we will be outnumbered in no time.)
I won't let this happen.
He ran in a wide radius around the battlefield, with the boar as the center. His sword cut a line in the ground as he ran.
As he was done he had a perfect circle. Inside it were the boar, the other ash spawn, and the group. But not a single tree.
Let's see how you like this.
Using his powers, he charged his sword with his energy. A dark violet glow began to radiate from the blade.
My power is Chaos. Chaos is power. Power is controlled by my will.
Chaos Control!
Nova threw his sword on the line after stepping inside. It's enchantment began to bend the space around the circle and reform it.
Everything around them faded to black for a moment, until it appeared again. They were no longer surrounded by the forest. The barrier was shaped like a huge Cylinder. It was like a huge mirror surrounded them, but it was much more.
"Chaos Control" mirrored the very space and everything inside it, making it impossible for the boar to reach more trees and spawn more ash spawn, unless the shortsword, which is locked in the barrier, would be destroyed or nova would take it back.
No more spawning.
 
Daniel's grip on the sword tightened, as Nova's spell was cast. He could feel magic - energy, coursing about him. He had been around enough magi to know what it felt like when a spell was cast. He lifted his head with a creak of the metal plates, and glanced around the perimeter of the circle - he hadn't seen magic like that before. It was convient, really, how powers came out from nowhere, to make their fight easier. Perhaps this was Grim the Dark taking pity on him, or perhaps this was just some failure in the system; a failure to give the death knight a reasonable challenge. He had fought in wars. He knew what it was to be outnumbered. But this was just a creature, an aberration, and it was not capable of the same evils as the common man. His head creaked as he looked about, grey eyes flickering behind his helm. He was evaluating. Considering the limited options that were available to him. Nova likely thought that this display was rather impressive, but all that Daniel saw was that it trapped them.

Daniel hated traps. He flicked his sword's hilt in his hand, pointing it horizontally at the boar. It was glowing hot now, and his gauntlet's were glowing orange-yellow-white from the heat, but they had not yet melted. He supposed that since this was the Twin to the Sword of Kas, in the hands of a living man, it would have melted his sword hand off, so that it could replace it with a more suitable appendage. The death knight's fingers tightened with a crackling, sheer sound of metal against metal. He pulled it back to his hip, and watched as the white hot flames on the sword curled out, forming shapes. They were hands, white hands with sharp nails. From their tips came something wet and black that dripped to he ground and sizzled as it burned away the greenery. Every murderer was a slave to his family's Undying King, every thief. Their hands were chopped off, as according to the law in Sheldomar. When Daniel had been a knight, he had cut off some of those hands himself. But he knew, he always knew, that those hands found their way back to their master, the Lord of the Rotting Tower, and those hands built his greatest wonders. He could feel those white hands with the black nails, from assassins and pickpockets, brushing against the sides of his helm. He closed his eyes once more.

"Vecna." He murmured, voice a metallic ting inside of his helmet. "Strike down that which opposes your servent." The hands were around his gorget, but he had no life to choke out. The fingers pressed against his eyeballs, as if to pop them, but they could not feel the beat of a pulse behind his eyelids. The hands founds their way through the smallest crack in his armor, wielding the blades that they had murdered men with in life, but they could not find any vital place to strike. And thus, the Whispered One and his many Fingers were satisfied. They shot away from him, slipping back into the runes on his sword, which glowed still - burning white and bright. Daniel opened his eyes, and lunged forward, racing towards the boar.

His target was a shoulder. Daniel hoped that the boar would cry out, and leave its mouth vulnerable, so that he could cram his burning blade into the soft tissues of his mouth. He plunged the blade into the mass of writhing worms and tentacles, watching them recoil from the burning brightness of the blade, and the scent of burning hair and flesh filled the air. The boar let out a crying, baying sound - but it would not be so easy. The tendrils were not subdued for long, and began crawling up the shaft of the death knight's sword, their ashy bodies leaving grey trails on the burning surface. They were crawling up to his hands, as if to find more flesh to feed upon. Daniel began to try to pry his sword out, but it was being covered by these worms, and he had no choice but to simply hold on to The Sword of Kas's twin, and hope that his strength would hold out.
 
Farsight watched the spectacle before him, watched as the land was closed off and the Ashen Boar denied it's ammunition. He watched as the Ashen Spawn ran towards him on the attack, and struck without remorse. These were not other ponies, which he hated to harm. These were more of the creatures around him, but made of pure malefic evil. And so they need to be cleansed. With a cry to Luna, his Matron Goddess and Ruler of his Realm, he charged forward, parrying the first attacks made by the Spawn bearing down on him. He bided his time, waiting for them to make the mistake of standing one in front of the other... He did not have to wait long.

"Luna, grant me strength, guide my blade as you guide our dreams!" Farsight shouted, plunging Karaka into the chest of one, then the other Ashen Spawn as they ran towards him. Luckily, he did not need to be close to do this, his levitation magic keeping him far enough away from the Spawn so that their ichor did not reach him. As the two spawn disintigrated into the ground, causing more hissing sounds to join the melting of the boars flesh, Farsight moved once more, this time running up to support Daniel.

Farsight saw the tendrils slowly crawling up the Daniel's blade, and recoiled at the sight. This was far worse than the Ashen Spawn before it. But he persevered and plunged his own weapon into the Boar, still standing slightly back from it. His aim was for the opposite shoulder than where Daniel had made his thrust. Through his magic, he felt the tip of his spear plunge into the "flesh" of the boar, cutting sinew and tendril a like. The Boar let out another high pitched squeal of pain, and Karaka began to thrum with power, almost absorbing the pain of the Nightmare before them. Farsight twisted the shaft with his magic, trying to plunge it deeper into the foul beast before him.
 
The dark worms begins to wriggle their way out of the boar, landing all over the forest floor. Where they land, the grass decays. For some reason, however, the parts of the forest floor completely devastated by Daniel seem to quickly regrow. It's almost as if the land itself is forgiving him for the pain it's suffering. The boar, having both its shoulders pierced by the two warriors, both different but alike in some of the strangest ways, pulls itself back, attempting to drag the two with it. As it does, it stomps the ground once more, attempting to break more trees into ash. The tentacles search about in an attempt to find the ash, but to no avail. As they reach out far enough, they touch the barrier and melt into the forest floor.

The boar seems to be slowing its attack, but it won't be so easily defeated. It sheds its outer layer of skin and forces the two weapons out of it. What's left after its shed skin is a pink layer of skin. It's very sensitive to attacks, but will quickly blacken to its previous strength. Now is the time to attack! It seems to search for a way to escape, realizing it's trapped. It begins to shift awkwardly. The out layer of skin stays the same, but all the tentacles retract into the heart of the beast. Within the beast, its changes its form. Less powerful, less enduring, but just as deadly. What will it become next? It's best to stop it before you can find out.

Explicit focuses for a moment and then taps Daniel on the shoulder, a strong wave of energy flowing through him and into his blade. "The Twin of the Sword of Kas is now a butter knife." she says playfully, taking the entire situation as good, lighthearted fun.
 
Alright, just going to throw in a few things to make this go a little more in the direction I want. I have no problem with players using their abilities and determining the outcomes of them. So far, everybody has been pretty fair in their actions. The main one I can see as being a tad overpowered with this is Daniel, but NOBODY MINDS! Seriously, you make it so flashy and pretty that it seems legit as hell. Plus you post huge bits and far between, so I give you that right, you undead badass, you.

However, Leona has made a severe action of this type. I'm going to mark certain enemies as having unavoidable destinies. This means that all attacks against said enemies will have their outcomes decided by me. This is to prevent any player from saying "Hey, a boar. I'ma fuck it." and then completely destroying a good bit of enemy planning. The boar is meant to be killed in layers, making it one of the more difficult trash mobs to clear on the way to bosses. I specifically decided to give Daniel the ability to cut through the tough carapace, hence my comment about his sword now being a butter knife. Everybody is getting their own very important role in this, and they'll all develop and find certain things to help the party out in a unique way.

This being said, lets pretend that Leona DOESN'T kill the boar with her attack. Instead, the shifting within the boar is actually the tentacles reforming into a new creature. This creature is called a Boar Worm, and it is the final phase of a Boar type Ashen Being. This creature is still under my protective Unavoidable destiny. It will die when I decide your attacks have killed it. Now, lets continue our roleplay! <3
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Nova watched the scene from a safe distance. This enemy was not only tricky, but also hard to kill.
Thanks to his barrier it was not able to create reinforcements, just as planned. But now there was another problem.
The creature turned into a kind of worm and began to dig itself under the surface. It's new strategy must have been to ether regenerate from the last attack or attack from below.
This situation needs a plan, and nova did not hesitate to think of something as long as there is time to think at all.
(This is bad. I could blast it out, but if it has more forms i will use up my stamina again. The knight is probably more then strong enough to get it out... but he is slow. Maybe i can make it go in his direction... Nah. I have a better idea)
Nova successfully managed to make up a plan in a matter of a few seconds. He uses his teleport to get to the Knight in a flash and appears in front of him.
We don't have much time so just listen:
Lower your head a little, grab your sword with two hands and do your magic. You'll get the rest in time.
He granted him a moment to react, but without even waiting for an answer he used his teleport again and appeard in midair behind the knight. He put his hands on the shoulders of his armor and teleports the both of them into the air.

Both of them are high above the ground and start to fall.
Chaos Stream!
A stream of blue energy with short range comes from nova's feet. It takes the form of a thin, dark blue, stream of energy and allows nova to accelerate even in midair, while controlling the fall and aiming for the creature underground.
Hit him with your best strike. I'll take care of the rest.
 
Daniel blinked at the girl's words. A butter knife. He had not had butter in some time, but the memory of it melting on his tongue was a pleasant distraction from the worms crawling about through his gauntlets. He remembered a girl handing him a piece of toast, with egg in the center, and a piece of butter melting on top, her eyes tired from a long watch, her hands pink with burns from her mishandling of the frying pan. She had cut through the butter with a small sliver knife, only as long as one of her hands, and certainly not as great as Daniel's weapon. The butter had boiled, with small little clusters of butter forming around the edges of it. The girl had handed him the toast on a cracked ceramic plates, in the keep that they were stationed at. Her eyes were full of smiles. And then, her mouth was full of blood. And she was gone. That was his memory of butter. It had been a long time ago, but he remembered the way that the knife cut through the soft yellow substance. Just like a blade through flesh.

As soon as he realized, though, the creature had slipped away from his blade, the boar's flesh peeled away from the sides of his sword. It had slipped beneath the earth, moving too fast and hard for the death knight to possibly do anything to it, even with a sword that rendered common flesh to nothing but fat and curdled dairy. It was burrowing under the surface like a maggot beneath skin, like a parasite burrowed through a digestive track. He looked around through the narrow slit in his helmet, eyes skimming across the surface of the ground. He had never been much good against monsters. He had always fought men - men and women who died because they had gotten in his face. Monsters didn't do that. They didn't want to get near him. His thoughts were interrupted, as he heard words. There was a rush of air in his face. The boy was telling him to lower his head, to grab his sword with two hands, and do magic. Magic. No magic, not from him. He liked his God, but he wouldn't play into his hands. Not like that, not like that.

He couldn't react. The boy was touching him, touching the edges of his shoulderguards and teleporting them above the ground. He hated to fly. He could feel his knotted bowels shifting in the memory of a sickness that had not happened in some time, not since his stomach tried up and the lakes that had once been his vitals and his organs. He began to drop, like the amount of stones that he weighed, falling, falling down into the dark, drifting. He could see the trees, and he could see the lumps in the earth. He could see his compatriots, the girls, and the horse-thing. He could see the ashy mounds where creatures had once been -- creatures who might have deserved to live more than he ever did. The death knight closed his eyes tightly. There was a burning sensation in his eyesockets. He didn't know what that meant.

Daniel, who hadn't bowed to any king, to any liege lord in centuries, bowed his head. He clasped his hands along hilt of his sword, hearing the rivets on his gauntlets lock into place. He shot downwards, downwards, and down, into the ground, and his sword was held like a lance. He remembered jousting. Jousting was about being the first to strike, and to strike true. It was a profession for honourable knights and honourable men, and here was Daniel Danielson with no more honour than a back alley whore, jousting to the death with a maggot that had once been a boar. He shot through the skies, and he the Sword of Kas was his harpoon. His hair was coming out from the careful way he had put it up in his helmet, streaming out like a grey banner behind him. He opened his eyes, and from his eyes came a dry, white powder that shimmered in the air for a moment, before being carried away by the force of wind caused by the two people flying through it. The pieces of white sand were not stopping, and they became entangled in the the death knight's eyelashes, and were swept down the front of his helmet. He could feel it burning on his cracked and aged lips. Salt. It was salt.

The death knight slammed against the creature, the point of his lance being driven through the lump of it's body. Daniel could hear the crunch of bones, and the sucking sound of breath rushing out of deflating lungs. There was a cry, bestial and inhuman that echoed through the barrier that Nova had created, bouncing off of the mirrored surface, and insulting the sound, trapping it for future repetitions. It echoed, over and over... This was what he had listened to, for so long in his unlife, and yet, the sound had never sounded sick in his head. Or maybe, he was sick in his head. He had considered that. Once. His lips tugged back in a smile that nobody could see, as black oil erupted from the creatures corpse, splashing across his armor. He could hear it dripping off of the rivets of his plate, making the tell-tale piddling sound against the ground. The dry earth and grass had erupted at his feet from his impact, rising around him. Ashes were kicked up into the air and fell around him like snow. His hair was splayed across his face and back, a silver cape for a pure iron hero, black and brittle, the kind that would always break before it bent.

He yanked his sword out, shaking off bits of black blood from the tip of it. The entire blade was slick with it. He spoke softly. "It's dead."

And for some reason, salt was still streaming down his face.
 
As the horrific roar erupts from the boar worm, it resonates through Nova's barrier. It echoes constantly, rising in volume with every reflection of sound. The sound becomes louder, louder, louder. Explicit falls to her knees, showing the first sign of anything but complete content and happiness. She places her hands over her ears, shouting herself. "Stop! Stop!! STOP!"

She slams her hand onto the ground. Time seems to stand completely still around the party. The magic holding the barrier together begins to break into a blue powder. The powder lifts, and the echo slips through the cracks. The magic rises higher and then stops before slowly fading away. The sword remains in the ground, completely untouched. Explicit gets up, pulling her other hand away from her ear. She brushes herself off and then lets out a sigh. "Well, that's over. Onward to - Erm.." Explicit stops mid-sentence, thinking once more. "Wherever we're going!"
 
Farsight had moved back when his spear had been shed from the boar, and was standing near Explicit as if on guard. He watched as it collapsed in on itself and dove beneath the soil, moving and writing like the worm it had become. As Nova moved to Daniel and teleported the two of them into the sky and had Daniel fall, fall like a meteor toward where the once boar moved beneath the surface of the ground. As the sword pierced the beast and the cry was loosed, Farsight almost fell unconscious due to it. If it had been bad for the ears of a human, the ears of a pony only magnified the sound, and he felt his vitae begin to leak from them. Karaka dropped from his magical grip and he fell to the ground, trying to bury his hooves into his ears... It did nothing to stop the piercing agonizing echo.

Then, suddenly, it stopped. As the barrier was broken down by something that Explicit did, the last sound of the dying boar faded and Farsight could think once more... Although his thoughts were slowed and stuttered due to the ringing that still filled his ears. He stood slowly, a hoof to his head, and looked around... "It's dead?" He shouts, his hearing not quite back yet. Karaka slowly moved back to him, a very weak magical aura surrounding it.
 
Nova finally let go of the knights shoulders. He walked in front of him.
Now that we have some time: Sorry for the sudden move and for calling you "Old man" a while ago.
When a battle starts all that counts for me is to take the target down as efficient as possible. You're not hurt are you? I did expect that you could handle that fall, but asking doesn't hurt right?
He held his hand to him for a handshake.
My name is Nova. A honor to meet a fighter of your caliber.

His attention seemed like it would be directed towards the Knight, but he was concerned what that sudden force that had a mayor influence on that battle was, and where it came from.
It gave him a power boost, and just a moment ago it shattered his barrier. Both of those events were beyond what nova has experienced so far.
((I know that they met in "A certain story" but i edited him and they didn't really talk much there. Let's pretend they didn't meet yet.))
 
Lucinda flutters around, taking note of all her surroundings. She keeps a quill in one hand and paper in the other, making sure to register anything worthwhile. Lucinda had never gone this deep in the forest before. Sure, she was an (self proclaimed) adventurer, but she had always made sure never to stray too far from her village. But today was different somehow. Today, something inside told her to broaden her horizons. Perhaps today would be the day she would learn what her destiny had in store for the spunky little fairy.

As she wandered, she came across a cave. The cave wasn't anything she hadn't already seen, but made sure to jot it down on her map. With a careful hand she made an upside-down "U", and in the center of it, a darkened circle. After feeling satisfied by her creation, she set the quill and paper in her satchel and headed toward the cave entrance. Normally a rush of adrenaline would course through her body, but something felt...different. The kind of different that cannot be explained; it just is. However, Lucy was not one for backing down, and she sure was not going to change this fact due to some everyday, run of the mill hole in a rock. She held her sister's pendent tightly in her hand, and boldly moved in.

The cave certainly was as dark as the others she'd been in, but as usual this wasn't an issue due to her natural glow. With each beat of her wings she grew more confident, being let down by the reality before her. She managed to float far enough to come across a large cavity, in which in it lied a copious amount of fluorescent gems to light her way. Again, it was something she had seen before, and quite common, in fact. What she hadn't seen was the large protruding blue gem in the middle of the place. It glowed brightly, even brighter than herself and seemed out of place for some reason. Though that didn't stop Lucinda from touching it, of course. The gem chimed at her touch. A sound so pure and lovely, it sent shivers down her spine. It resonated out of the gem, and made it's way, filling the silent cave with all it's wonder. Slowly it began to fade as Lucinda released the muscles she hadn't noticed she was tensing. She let out a sigh, and decided to make a layout of the cave should she ever decide to return. As she went for her quill and paper, she felt a slight tremor. She looked around her in surprise, but soon shook it off and took out the needed materials. Right when she was about to put her pen to the paper, the ground beneath her began to quake. Soon the entire cave began to tremble as the startled fairy shot up from the ground. The gem began to chime once more, but this time with much greater intensity. The ringing in her ears was unbearable, and she knew she had to escape. She zoomed toward the direction in which she came, leaving a trail of light and sparkles behind her. Soon she could see a faint light ahead, and increased her speed in hopes of getting away from the horrible sound. She arrived, only to find that she was once again in the room with the blue, screaming gem. Lucinda fell to the ground, confused by what had just happened. The pain was intense. She wanted to get out. She began to cry. Strength began to fade from her body. Her vision was failing her. Despite this she could have sworn she saw Blythe standing in front of her. How happy Lucy would have been, were it not for the situation she found herself in. Finally she admitted defeat, curling up on the ground, before her vision faded to black.


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Lucinda slowly flutters her eyes open. She squints her eyes in an attempt to avoid the sting of awakening as she allows her vision to return to her. Ignoring her throbbing head, she finds herself among some trees. Trees? In a cave? She thinks to herself, as the sudden realization comes to her. She was in a forest. But not the lush, green forest she called her home. This forest was dim and abysmal and lifeless. She pressed her ear against a tree and listened closely. The tree was crying, as were all it's brethren. An immense sadness had swept across this forest, and it sent tears streaming down the small plump cheeks of the little fairy. She learned many things from the tree, such as how the forest was once a beautiful place beaming with life, the darkness spreading across the land, and a group of foreigners that had also found themselves in a similar state as she. After asking where they were, Lucinda placed a kiss on the tree in gratitude, before it disintegrated into a pile of ash. These ashes rose into the wind, and flew toward one direction. Lucinda followed close behind.

After some time the trail of ashes stop near a clearing. Lucinda looks up and sees a group of creatures up ahead. A nervousness rises inside of her. She had never seen beings other than her kind, and never realized how much bigger they are than her. Left with no other options, she decides place her trust in the tree and set her fears aside. As strange as they looked, they seemed innocent enough. Especially one person in particular. A human, which, Lucy could only assume was female, seemed different from the rest of the creatures. She found herself drawn to the woman's soft smile, and made her way to the odd group. Without hesitation she flutters on, unaware of what lies in store for her and the ones whose destinies are intertwined with her own.
 
Explicit looks to the wind, her smile still clung to her expression. She's all but forgotten her small outbreak and the destruction of Nova's magic by her hand. She sees something that widens her smile even more. She's always wanted to meet a fairy, and she can't wait for Lucinda to emerge from the edge of the clearing. She watches as a small cloud of ash flies by. To the others, it may seem like another spawn could spawn, but she knows that this ash is different. It was invoked by a good spirit. She feels the ash run against her cheek and she smiles in the direction that it came from, walking towards the edge of the clearing. She sees Lucinda break into the clearing, and her hand goes up in a small wave. "Lucy, you don't know how long I've been waiting for this!" Explicit says, excited to meet her first fairy!
 
Ryan sat behind Explicit for the duration of the battle, pressing his hands against his eyes as he tried to forget the horrible image of the giant boar. Blindly shaking in fear, he could only hope the others can defeat it. He could hear several weapons hit the beast, he could hear them speak, he could hear them fall from the skies and Ryan looked up, up at the two men who were actually fighting, and falling. In an instant, he knew what they were up to, it would be dead soon, so he smiled a relieved smile.

They landed, killing the beast with their teamwork. It cried out in pain, as would be expected, but far worse than that, its roar echoed inbetween the barrier Nova had created. A horrible sound, growing louder and louder, kept ringing in his ears. Desperate to make it stop, Ryan pushed his hands against his ears, but it wasn't enough to block the noise, he'd have to do more. Ryan built up pressure in his hands, then released it through the backs of his palms, pushing the air away and keeping the noise out. A while, it echoed, then the barriers break and the sound leaves the party. Ryan breathes a sigh of relief and lowers his hands. It was over now.

Ryan stood there, looking at the two respected warriors, respected by Ryan at least, who were about to shake hands. Were they friends, or didn't they know each other? Did they others just appear here, like Ryan did? Did any of them what was even going on here? So many questions, but that could wait, it would be better to get acquainted with each other and who knows, perhaps they would teach Ryan how to fight. He could use it.
 
The death knight glanced over the extended hand. He had shook hands with men before, with warriors after the field. It had been a gesture of companionship, or if not companionship, brotherhood. They were not brothers, they shared no banners of god forbid, blood. He didn't have blood anymore. There was only dust and energy - a blackness that could not be quelled. Like all undead, he was linked to the plane of Negative Energy, his skin, bones, and tangled organs were had all come out of the darkness of the Negative Energy plane, and there was a link between him and that pool of power than he could not sever. Daniel was closer in kin to the mindless shambling dead than he was to this living boy with blue hair - how did that happen? - and he felt no kinship. But without him, he would have had to rely on more magic than he would have liked, and perhaps, would not have been able to kill this boar. He reached out to touch the boy's hand.

He clutched it, as gently as he could. Daniel's finger gauntlets clicked shut, snapping together, and around Nova's hand. He shook it as kindly as he could, but the spikes on his gauntlets made any kindness or gentleness difficult for him to maneuver. He dipped his head, feeling his hair move around his face. Strands of loose, ribboned grey hair were all entangled around the various nuts and bolts that kept tugging at his scalp. Long hair was difficult, in armor, but the minor inconvenience of the tugging on his scalp was not enough to give him the heart to cut his hair. He hadn't cut it since he had held the book; his hair had been short shorn, when he was alive and handsome. When butter had melted on his tongue, and a woman that he loved had made breakfast with him. But that had been a long time ago, and now he was shaking Nova's hand, and he was dead and old, just as the boy had said that he was.

"I was not offended. I am old. Older than you." Daniel said flatly. He was so young, this boy. All of them were so damn young and so full of life, and really, he coud not care less about their lives. Perhaps he should. Perhaps that's something that he could have cared more about - maybe that was the test that Grim the Dark was trying to promote. A long lost empathy. "I am Ser Daniel Danielson, of Sheldomar Valley." The death knight sheathed his sword behind his back, head held awkwardly as strings of hair kept his head in one place, entrapping his head in one position.

"Now what?"
 
Nova noticed that the kni- Ser Daniel at least tried to be gentle. Out of respect he held back that he had some pain.
Good question.
Maybe we should talk to that one.
He turned around and points to Explicit.
She is strange. Not in a bad manner or anything like that, but she knows my name for some reason and i know that i haven't met her before.
And... I also think i can trust her for some reason.
I'll meet you there.
Nova walked away and headed to his sword. His barrier may have been crushed, but his sword was still there.
It's blade was stuck in the ground.
 
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