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A Call for Champions; Assorted Bonding, Long
Topic Started: Feb 7 2018, 06:39 AM (255 Views)
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It wasn't often that Kemori's Foxfire triggered when he didn't will it to. In fact it had only happened once in his long lifetime: when a mudslide was threatening a local village he was quite fond of. Like then, his dreams were haunted by violet flames licking at the edges, images he couldn't understand nor had seen before, and when he awoke with a start and a loud gasp – alarming Hana and Kogane, his Roc Bondeds who were resting in the next chamber over so that they looked in on him through a 'hallway' in the caverns they had temporarily taken up as 'home' – they saw purple flames dancing in his eyes. Expression serious, the Kitsune didn't hesitate a moment to toss on his Kimono for a bit of warmth, climb out the window onto Hana's back, and request to be taken somewhere up high. The Night Roc complied, and within a short few hours of flight through the nighttime air he was landing atop one of the highest places of Haven Weyr itself. Ignoring the odd looks from those below, for even though one didn't live under the influence of the IF without some desensitization to the strange a fox-man suddenly flying in on a giant bird was a bit out of the ordinary, he balanced on the edge of the stone crenellations, one arm stretching out and the twisting, dancing purple flame appearing in his palm. With its reflection in his eyes, Kemori held so still it was as if she was suddenly a statue up there on the stones, his mind seeing images so far away that no one in either Weyr or village could see them.

Standing stones... strange markings.... A red-scale encircled eye flashed across his vision, and he recoiled, shaking his head and fist closing on the flames to douse the power.

Kemori! Hana nervously circled overhead, unable to land anywhere near her Bonded as was Kogane. What is happening?

"I... am not sure. But we must fly!" She dove down low and he leapt off the rooftop to land on her feathered back, mentally conveying direction even as he clutched at the feathers for balance against the winds of her flight. "Something is about to happen – something dangerous! I am not sure what has called out to me through my Foxfire, but we need to get there soon."

Their path drove the trio northward, then into the mountains. The moon steadily rose as they journeyed, and just past three in the morning Kemori saw what he had been searching for: alongside the mountains far from Village and Weyr was a circle of standing stones. The two Rocs landed and Kemori slid from Hana's back to move cautiously closer.

The Standing Stones were set in a perfect circle of thirteen 'stones,' each one a grouping of three roughly rectangular stones arranged in a door-like manner. They were all easily tall enough for a person or perhaps a horse-sized Bonded to pass through, but not much larger. And even before he moved within their circle, he could feel their power. Each one was marked or made of slightly different stone, letting him identify them one from another...

One bore a runic circular mark in icy blue.

One had six amber stones, all no larger than grapes, along the top.

One had stones that were streaked with copper and brass.

Soft gray moss covers the top of another, notably gray stone.

Flames in comet-like sweeps appear randomly along the bottom half of another stone.

A runic circular mark in silver with blue edge was center in the 'mantle' of the next set.

Another was ivory streaks and had studs of small, glowing crystals adorning it.

One had two elongated, glowing crescents that shifted from red to blue.

One was crowned with a stone that slowly pulsed green to yellow.

Mint leaves grow around the base of another, perfuming the air.

A circular runic symbol in blazing white, much like the other two runic marks, was proudly displayed on another.

A series of interlocked rings stretched along the top and slightly down the sides of another.

Black jagged lines ran along the top of the final one.


"Kogane," Kemori instructed after a moment, "please go back to the Weyr, and notify whoever we need to about this. I'm not sure what this means, but what I saw tells me we need anyone willing to face down potential danger to get here as soon as possible."

And what will you do? Kogane asked as she prepared to depart. In answer Kemori sat down in the middle of the Stones and held out his arms in opposite directions, calling upon his Foxfire.

"I intend to have information for them when they arrive." With a screech, the Crowned Eagle took to the air.

No matter how long it would take for anyone to arrive, whether it was by dragonback, magic, other flying creature, or even by foot if they happened to be close and stumble upon the scene or were particularly fleet of foot, Kemori would have this to tell them:

"I am unsure what lies beyond these gates, other than go pass through them will take you to another location. It may be upon Teragaia, or it might not. And the magic holding them is tenuous; it is likely that only one person may pass through any one gate. My Foxfire tells me that there are both enemies on the other side, and an ally if you can find them. A great danger threatens, and they are trying to stop it, but they have found they can't do it alone. If they should fail... then this threat will find its way here. That is their fear. Choose your path, and good fortune and the spirits go with you."



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Ok, here we go!

The Rules:

*As usual, site and forum rules apply.

*You may include as many characters as you want, though I have to put a hard cap of 13 participating characters, simply because that's how many creatures I have. (Don't worry, less than 13 participating characters will not result in the characters 'failing' to stop the threat.)

*You may bring along up to 3 Companions provided they can fit through the Gateway. So sadly no dragons or some of the larger Bonded. If it's around the size of a horse (For exact purposes, we'll say around ten feet tall at the head) then you're good to go! (If you're not sure or want to see if I think a creature could 'duck' to get in, PM me and I'll give you an answer.)

*Yes, each of these gates does line up to a specific creature, but your actions will determine which you bond. You may not work with the one you end up Bonding if your choices would fit better elsewhere; just consider that they'll all be aware of what everyone is doing.

*I will put up the descriptions as the Gates are chosen.

*Please clearly identify somewhere in your post in bold (so I and others can easily find it) which gate you are entering. People may post before I can mark a particular gate as claimed, so please pay attention to others' choices!

Finally, here's a list of all the Standing Stone Gates. I'll try to cross them off in post as they are chosen:

One bore a runic circular mark in icy blue.

One had six amber stones, all no larger than grapes, along the top.
- Mildred

One had stones that were streaked with copper and brass.

Soft gray moss covers the top of another, notably gray stone. - Tidesweep

Flames in comet-like sweeps appear randomly along the bottom half of another stone.

A runic circular mark in silver with blue edge was center in the 'mantle' of the next set.

Another was ivory streaks and had studs of small, glowing crystals adorning it.

One had two elongated, glowing crescents that shifted from red to blue.

One was crowned with a stone that slowly pulsed green to yellow.

Mint leaves grow around the base of another, perfuming the air. - Gertude

A circular runic symbol in blazing white, much like the other two runic marks, was proudly displayed on another.

A series of interlocked rings stretched along the top and slightly down the sides of another.

Black jagged lines ran along the top of the final one.
- Cain


Have fun!
Edited by Raferties, Mar 9 2018, 01:01 PM.
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Your Allies:

Male Valor Unicorn Jim -- Tidesweep
Male Arcane Athid Blinky -- Mildred
Male Velve Caradras Draal -- Mildred
Male Sentinel Gargoyle Aarghaumont -- Tidesweep
Male Brass Mottle Firelizard Tobes -- Cain
Male Honor Gryphon ?? -- Wild
Male Sh'Na'Ka Grathkin ?? -- Wild
Female Razor Sharpblade ?? -- Wild
Male Katana Sharpblade ?? -- Wild
Female East Clan Hippogryph Eir -- Gertude
Female Silver Mottle Dragon ?? -- Wild
Basic Kirava family Te'Pono -- Gertude
Male Omega Hellhound Enrique -- Cain

((I will group them in the main list according to where their descriptions show up when their particular doorway is chosen.)

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Edited by Raferties, Jun 19 2018, 04:18 AM.
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Destiny Chooses the Champion Male Valor Unicorn

Speech: Color #429ff4

Sometimes the fact that a person or creature is born to greatness will be apparent at birth, a mark on their bodies or some prophetic sign in the heavens revealing to all that this child will do great things.

And sometimes, they stumble upon this destiny almost by happenstance... or maybe more by fate.

This unicorn was pretty much an ordinary Valor when he was born. Nothing special about his appearance nor demeanor, he played like a colt and got into mischief like a colt, and grew into a fine yearling unicorn with a kind, courageous heart and a warm, friendly personality that could easily draw others into his circle of influence. But even though he was happy with his life he felt like there was more out there. That while he could be content in his Virtue, he wasn't meant to simply exist within the same lines as the others.

Then came the day that he stumbled upon the Ruins, was marked by the Runes, and his fate intertwined with a Draconic Warlord he was seemingly destined to battle and destroy. Perhaps a heavy burden to bear, especially for one not yet an adult. But though he struggled a bit with this at first he has since come to accept the honor for what it is, and willingly engages in battle with the minions of the Warlord when they rear their heads in threat against the land. Even though he has become a warrior at a far younger age than other Champions might have, this has not jaded or hardened him. He still enjoys the company of friends and happy, peaceful days, can still be talked into a bit of play or good fun, and loves the people and creatures that are his family and friends very dearly. He does have something of a fascination with cooking, oddly enough and even though without special tools he can't indulge in it himself naturally. He also has quite an instinct for the hobby, for what will work well with what and in what manner, and being let into the kitchen even just to observe is quite a treat!

Because of his young age he hasn't quite reached his full adult height of around five feet at the shoulder, though he isn't far from that mark. His coat is a steely gray with a faint blue tinge to it, with two navy blue stockings on his front legs. His hooves are cloven and dark blue-black. His mane is a bit short, owing to his age, only just barely brushing level with his shoulder and as ebony as ink, as is his silken horse's tail that reaches the level of his knees. His platinum horn sometimes seems to throw a silvery light into his otherwise cobalt-blue eyes, and on his chest, right over his heart, is the circular Rune of the Champion that indicates his destiny, an archaic pattern of lines and curves in icy blue tones that glow brightly when he utilizes his rank's force barrier power.

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A Warrior of Honor Male Velve Caradras

Speech: Bold #ae4206

Warrior of warrior bloodlines, fierce and skilled in all manner of combat. This is a Caradras that you definitely don't want to make angry. At first meeting he may come across as harsh, even arrogant, and there's a bit of truth in that impression. He is well aware of how skilled he is and how strong, and though he is not cruel he does demand the respect he feels he deserves. Given these very clear and present traits, it might come as a surprise that there is a sense of loyalty and even kindness as powerful as his sheer combative prowess and presence hidden beneath his scaled hide. Those that get within the reach of his jagged horn will have a very dedicated companion at their sides, courageously charging (often headfirst, or at least first) into battle and daring even the most respected authority figure to challenge his comrades. Granted, his decisions tend to be impulsive and violence-prone, so they aren't always the best option that could be taken. It will take a strong hand to help guide him and ensure whatever he does doesn't make things worse by accident.

Much of his personality has been shaped by his heritage as both a Caradras and a Velve, as well as by the influence of his hero, his father. Ever since he was a young colt he worked hard to be a warrior up to the standards set by his sire, whom he idolized in every way. To win his father's approval he trained and fought and became better and better, but it was only after his father's demise, and through a spirit magic that allowed them to see one another again, that he got the words he'd craved for so long. He'd always had his father's approval, in truth, but in an attempt to protect his son from enemies he'd made in life the elder Caradras distanced himself. Their brief, but heart-felt, communication gave both a measure of peace, and the younger warrior has finally moved on with a clear heart.

As many Caradras, he stands considerably taller than the average (or even above-average) equine creature, just shy of the seven and a half feet mark at the shoulder though the sheer power in his form often makes him seem larger. His jagged horn looks like it's made of raw moonstone, nicely offsetting his deep blue-green scaled hide and matching the blade on the end of his tail that's almost always held at the ready. His eyes gleam a yellow-green shade, not entirely unpleasant but potentially piercing when he wants it to. Notably, his front right leg sports a stocking mark rising up to his knee that's almost a coppery color, even gleaming as if truly metallic.

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Advisor, Guide, Confidante, Friend Male Arcane Athid

Speech: Bold Italics #500ac9

"If you ever find yourself forced to trust your life to an Athid, make it an Arcane." So goes the lore on the Athid, and this may very well be a clone of the Athid that prompted that statement. An incredibly loyal individual, he – something of an oddity as he will identify himself as male, despite being a mechanical creation; perhaps it’s the deep tenor voice – is quite brilliant, as his rank tends to be, and loves perusing through troves of books and scrolls in his free time. Perhaps because of this he tends to speak grandly, showing his extensive mental capacity and knowledge though not in an annoying or condescending manner thankfully; he's just fond of 'SAT' category words. He considers himself quite a mastermind and able to advise and instruct in all manner of fields, whether it is simple lore or even combat training. He is also patient when giving these instructions, and considers answering questions something of a duty.

But what shines most about him is his dedication to his Bonded. From the moment of meeting he sees the potential in his Bonded even if no one else does, and is quite happy to do whatever it takes to help them succeed in any endeavor, even ones that involve charging head-first into danger where he'll be right at their side or standing with them when the whole world says they're wrong. That's not saying he's a daredevil or reckless; he also cares deeply about the mental and physical well-being of his Bonded, thus planning the methods to give them the best possible means of success when they can't be persuaded from such risky adventures or there's truly no other way. He's a listening ear when needed, a comforting touch on the shoulder, a wall to bounce ideas off of or a quite calm to vent into, on top of inquiring politely whether said Bonded is eating well, sleeping enough, and having enough social interaction.

Perhaps surprisingly, though, there is a feisty, combative side that his general mild demeanor conceals. When his Bonded goes into battle, or is threatened (or anyone/anything he cares about deeply is threatened) he will throw himself into the fight with a will. He's not above using any tool or weapon at his disposal to fight, and is fond of making alchemical concoctions that explode, catch fire, freeze, or things of the like to throw at enemies. Not only does this keep him safe as a general rule, but can cause quite a bit of chaos on the field. Thankfully for his allies, his aim is rather good with these. And his quick mind gives him a clever wit to wield against his foes as well, cutting them down with tongue (or in this case perhaps mind) as well as his bottles and modified stones.

In form he appears as a Six Spotted Tiger Beetle with six slender legs, a narrow, lithe body covered in a blue-green enamel-covered carapice that sports six white dots on his back, a pair of large, ebony eyes, and long antenna that he tends to use to turn pages like extra hands. His entire body is made of a lightweight steel bolstered by the magics that power him to give enhanced durability, with the lodestone that is his heart ironically in the middle of his 'chest.' He often wears a band of leather around his chest where he stores a few concoctions or enchanted stones. He's a bit on the large size for an Athid – around the max three feet – so he's no pocket friend, that's for sure!

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Peace After a Lifetime of War Sentinel Gargoyle

Speech: Bold Italics #50835d

In a distant land a powerful wild dragon Warlord sought to dominate everything. To accomplish this goal he subjected many other creatures into his warband. Some he intimidated, others he brainwashed, and others willingly joined him as it appealed to their own dark hearts. He very well might have succeeded...were it not for one gargoyle, taken from his family at a young age and molded into a deadly warrior, who found within himself a tiny but insistent ember of light. Once a fearsome fighter who waded into the melee with a will, part brawler, part wrestler and a rolling attack that made good use of the spikes on his back, he turned on the tyrant dragon, informed resistance as to several plans, and fought for the side of freedom and good in the final, decisive battle that spelled the dragon's defeat. Though the evil creature was vanquished, several of his subordinates and warriors escaped, and the memories of the locals made trusting the gargoyle difficult. Between this and the danger of retaliation from his former 'comrades,' he decided to leave and find a new home. It took quite a long time of traveling before he reached Haven Weyr's territory, but here he has a chance for peace.

Though at first glance he may seem like a hulking brute, he is actually quite a gentle giant. Since the defeat of the tyrant he had taken an oath of pacifism. In combat he will defend himself and others, taking blows on his stony hide and using his great strength to put barriers between the enemy and those he cares about, or at least helping maneuver the enemy into the most advantageous position for his allies. But the years of brutal training that turned him into a killing machine for the dragon haven't left him, and occasionally being surrounded by aggressive situations or other combat-related stimuli (such as hearing calls of 'get him! Kill him!' In some street brawl) will trigger a burst of rage in him, one he quickly tries to push back down but usually must have an outlet – like punching the ground or a wall – or the help of his Bonded to do so. This anger has a beneficial use, however, for he can summon it for a burst of speed or strength when it's needed. But his true heart is kind, gentle, protective, and nurturing. Smiles come easy, as does a low, chucking laugh, and though his course childhood had stunted his speech development - his syntax and grammar are often poor, though this is by no means a reflection upon his intelligence or comprehension - and he has no qualms with being climbed upon, cuddled up to, or other such physical antics. He truly is a big, stony cinnamon bun. Deep in his heart, though, he feels a time may come when his oath will become less important than the safety of those around him, and when that day happens he will willingly show his enemies why before he found his path of peace he was a terror on the battlefield.

As others of his rank he stands around nine feet tall when he is fully upright, but oftentimes he walks hunched over with his upper body supported by his fists, much l like certain large primates. His body color is a smooth, uniformed light gray, with chiseled-appearing marks along his arms, shoulders, and slightly down his upper back and chest appearing like loose knotwork patterns. The horns that help mark his rank curl like a ram's down the sides of his head, just a shade or so darker than the rest of his body and with ridges like the animal they resemble. Curiously from his head and neck spring a moss-line mane of green fibers, nor quite hair but not quite plant either that is rather soft to the touch if a bit springy, and the shade of this mane matches his gentle eyes.

MUTATION: Physical (Mane, Etchings)

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Never a More Loyal Friend Male Brass Mottle Firelizard

Everyone deserves to have that one friend. The one that stands by your side through anything, might not be the bravest or the smartest or the fastest or even the most charming but whose unfailing loyalty makes them the best friend to have.

This firelizard is said friend.

No, as far as firelizards go he isn't the fastest or the most powerful of even his own rank. To be truthful, though in form he naturally resembles any Brass Mottle – four legs, long tail, long neck with a delicate head, flappy leather wings for flight – he's a bit rotund by comparison. He can't really help it; he's an anxiety eater. Any time he feels distressed, or sorrowful, or anxious, he will either impart intense hunger signals to his Bonded in the hopes that they will provide something, or if there is food at talon he will instantly start eating upon it. He's something of a gormand, detecting ingredients in even complex food with a high degree of accuracy, and a fondness for anything spicy (the hotter, the better!). But despite this small flaw in his character, he really is a fine flit. When his Bonded needs him, he'll be there in a blink of an eye no matter how dangerous or frightened of the situation he is, or how little he feels he can actually do, with a determination that might put some dragons to shame. He also has a ready wit that's as quick as his appetite, for all that he doesn't speak aside from empathy and imagery, chittering snappy retorts at antagonizers or 'chatting' excitedly about a new discovery, surprising revelation, or any other such emotion-driving news from his best friend (IE his Bonded), if the news is good usually including bounding around in hyper circles and generally being about ten times as excited as his Bonded is. Besides his Bonded and food, his primary joy is magic tricks despite his inability to do anything more than making a small edible goody disappear. It might be beneficial for his Bonded to pick up one or two to perform on occasion, as this can be one of the most surefire means of settling him when he's upset and entertaining him when he's bored.

In appearance there's little remarkable about him as far as Firelizards go. His hide is a fine brassy color with scales covering his throat, chest, and belly as if to protect what otherwise would be a very vulnerable (and squishy) target, as well as tiny scales encircling his mouth. He has the more traditional firelizard wings, rather than the shoulders-to-tail fin-wings that proper wild brass dragons have, though he carries their flaring crest on his head. Both the crest and the underside of his mouth to about three inches down his throat and neck have a fine, symmetrical latticework or chain-link silver pattern, perhaps a small nod to his mixed heritage and the source of his oft-hidden but diamond-strong loyalty and bravery-when-need-be.
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A Courageous Champion who Gives his All Male Honor Gryphon

Speech: Bold #9e9fa1

A noble and respected warrior, there was no call he won't answer, no foe he isn't willing to face down in combat. This Gryphon is in every sense of the word a 'Champion.' He is courteous to both friend and even foe, compassionate to the innocent, and on the battlefield a warrior his enemies would rightly choose to fear. From a young age it almost seemed he was marked for greatness, something everyone around him could see and recognize for what it was, so when he ventured out on a patrol and returned marked by the Ruins, it really came as little surprise. Since that day it has been a mantle he has carried with dignity and a willing heart to protect everything he holds dear and the cause of good.

At heart he is something of a tradionalist, and can have a hard time adapting to new modes of thinking. Not so much in the terms of gender-roles, as all Gryphons of any gender can be any rank and thus take up any role in society, but in that history and the way things have been done are important and should always be adhered to. If it is tradition to bow his head in greeting to the Weyrwoman, then he will always bow his head in greeting no matter what she may say otherwise. If this holiday indicates a day or rest or fasting, he will insist this is done. The hierarchy of many creatures is something that should be respected, and he will chide those who for example make untoward comments to their 'superiors' in rank or speak as if the Queens and Lords are on the same level as the Common and Uncommon creatures. Not to say he will be condescending to anyone, and he understands that sometimes others simply don't see things his way, but if it is a tradition, he cares about it.

One of the 'traditional' mannerisms of his that might prove to be a bit trying to his Bonded is that he views himself as a defender, and thus when it comes to battle is often tries to go it alone. It's not that he can't work with others or understand group strategy – even he knows he can't take down an army single-taloned and is quite well-versed in such tactics – but the truth is that he simply cares too deeply and intensely about those he loves to bear seeing them in danger or hurt. To this end he will try to keep them from the front lines no matter how skilled they might be, become distant if he has made an enemy he feels will threaten them until that enemy is dealt with, and take blows for them no matter how many such blows he had already taken. As with everything in his life this desire is driven by the only thing that can be said to match his courageous spirit, and that's his great heart. Perhaps someday he will realize that he doesn't always have to work alone and in fact will likely be stronger than ever with such allies at his side, but until then his Bonded should expect strong resistance from that quarter.

As Honor Gryphons are the tallest of their kind, so is he one of the taller specimens of the rank, standing easily at the seven feet mark and even able to make himself look taller when he proudly lifts his head and strides forward with all bravery. His fur and feathers are a unified deep blue-gray, with silvery colorations on his shoulders, lower front legs, and flanks like he always wears the finest armor (a thing he would greatly enjoy should his Bonded have some outfitted for him!), and on his chest the blue-silver Mark that all Champions chosen by the Ruins bear. His piercing amber eyes can flash from gentle to fierce at a moment's notice, and every one of his talons is silver.

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Stubbornness and Wisdom Together in Thee Male Sh'Na'Ka Grathkin

Speech: Color #e5880c

An elder Grathkin with a veritable lifetime of experiences under his belt, this Grathkin is both incredibly wise and respected. He was one of those who first came to Teragaia when his Legion fled to Teragaia to escape the World Eater that sought to destroy their original world, and still well remembers the sense of betrayal as the other Legions and their Matriarchs turned on his own, the fear of realizing their foe was virtually upon them, and the last desperate stand that let them escape with their lives. His bones he claims equally remembers the terrible crash of their Ziggurat impacting the ground, and in truth he considers it a miracle that any of them survived it at all. But for his incredible wisdom he is also a stubborn one, and when the first heroes from Haven Village and Haven Weyr arrived to help, in the process Bonding to his fellow Grathkin, he resisted the notion strongly. Not denying them or the Matriarch's word, no, but simply that it wasn't his path. He belonged here, was needed here, and here he would stay and has stayed ever since while through everyone's efforts the Grathkin community grew and flourished. But over time he has come to see and respect those not of his Legion, both heroes and their Bondeds alike, and now feels it might be worthwhile to see what Bonding can offer him.

Among his kind he is considered one of the wisest, often approached by the younger Grathkin for advice and to hear tales of their traditions and histories going back hundreds of years, all known by heart. He is also greatly skilled with the arcane. He can't cast a fireball in battle, but when it comes to runes, carving gemstones to turn them into powerful magical components or even spells in and of themselves, and understanding what has happened to someone when a potion goes awry there are few of his caliber.

But there are some from Haven who have met him to compare him to a certain Master Weyrhealer as he quite frequently comes across as condescending and blunt, for one of his rank. He tends to foresee potential disaster in any risky or possibly dangerous endeavor, and advises against them even if in the long run they'll be beneficial (after all, why go into the wild red dragon's lair and risk having to deal with the beast even if there's an artifact that will purify a crop touched by a blight? The reward in no way equals the risk.) What's more he's often right in his assessment, that to undertake the adventure will quite likely cause great harm and even possibly death to any participant, but should his Bonded be determined to go regardless of his words then he'll simply have to begrudgingly do whatever he can to ensure them the highest percentage of success with his magic and skills. Truly, he has a good and kind heart which often shows itself when someone comes to him in need or in trouble, and he always means well to those around him. But it's mostly that he rarely sees reason to cause undue risk to oneself when there are safer (if less-desirable) means to an end or he doesn't feel the end goal is worth it in the long run.

It might come as no surprise that he is not much of a combatant, in a general sense. He can't manage heavy armor or swing a sword, and prefers staying home when others go out risking their necks in battle. But when the threat comes home, and the only choices are victory or death, he's more than happy to give the enemy a thump upside the head with his walking staff and bombard them with whatever runestones he's created for the event.

Despite his age he doesn't stand hunched over, letting his full three-feet height show. His previously dark-brown body fur has lightened somewhat with age, as has his still-lighter tail, both showing almost as much silver as brown. The facial whiskers that make identifying his rank easy curl down almost to touching one another from the passage of years. His wings are still darker brown, though the under-plumage has grayed and he often says he can feel rain and snow in them. To look him in the eyes can be a bit unnerving as they are so pale in color – it's hard to say whether it's blue or gray or even off-white – that it can seem like he's looking straight through you, though he is by no means blind. He's never seen without his walking staff, a straight and twisting piece of polished wood studded in seemingly random places by gleaming and glowing gemstones in oranges, reds, and greens that was passed directly to him from his mentor and his a prized possession. It is carried more as a mark of respect both to said mentor as well as due to its current bearer rather than actual need, as he can lay it down and move about just fine without it.

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Swift Warrior, Cunning Ally or Enemy Razor Sharpblade

Speech: Bold Italics #3d0351

Deadly, quick, to some perhaps even beautiful, but to all a potential threat; that is this Sharpblade. She is a serious one, rarely given to jesting or joking, and when she speaks her voice often holds a hiss of sarcasm or menace that may or may not actually be there. She's not always the most pleasant of creatures to be around, and carries an aura about her that screams 'she's dangerous!' to any who encounter her. She is often concerned with her own well-being and ensuring she has what she needs to manage in the world, and many might think she would never be a good Companion at all.

But that is just one facet of her. When someone manages to get past her tough exterior, they will find a surprisingly loyal creature whose ways may seem mysterious but are always for the ends of the greater good – at least of her allies. Those caught in the crossfire rarely concern her. She is fearless in conflict and battle, darting in with a swiftness and agility that make her a difficult foe to deal with, and the odds against her rarely dissuade her from making a stand if one needs to be made, even if she makes that stand alone (though she's no martyr; given an escape route she'll gladly take it if her goal is accomplished first!). And she is cunning! Her plans are usually kept close to her chest, as the less that understand them or even know of them, the better the odds of their succeeding (at least to her as she rarely plans for others' involvement), and she's just as likely to suddenly show up with an unexpected ally to help out as she is to suddenly disrupt an enemy plans at a crucial moment, appearing as if from nowhere to strike.

She hasn't always been on the side of good, however: in her past she was allied with a draconic tyrant, whose destructive ways appealed to her violent tendencies. She served well, even if she was treated as a lesser creature that many in his ranks, until he was defeated and in fear for her life she fled the area entirely. During her travels she encountered of all things a human who taught her through example that she could choose another path in life, and that to have hope, and friends, was not a weakness as she'd first thought but a great strength, perhaps one of the greatest in the world. Though he went on his way and she on her's, she's never forgotten that lesson. Now all she needs is one such friend – a Bonded – to tie herself to and give her life hope.

She stands easily close to the six feet mark that is the norm for her rank, slender of body and with hard muscles under her shamrock-green hide. Her talons are permanently stained red from the bloodshed in her life, with orange-red spots traveling up her feet and legs to her knees. She has a pair of red-orange crescents made of many spots and streaks that cross upon her back. Her blue mask stands out strongly against this coloration, and her eyes surprisingly are an equally vivid magenta, her vertical pupil a black slash expanding and contracting with both her focus on her moods.

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For my Kin, I'll Take Any Road Katana Sharpblade

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As any good warrior knows when in battle, it's not necessarily the warrior in front of you that you should be worried about: it might just be that the one standing back, seeming unarmed and unarmored, is the real one you should fear. And that person is exactly what this Sharpblade is. He's not the most physically powerful, though he can throw down in a fight with quick, agile strikes. But he's smart, dangerously smart! He knows how to manipulate those who are more powerful around him, putting them in the forefront of the battle and letting them wear down or handle his opponents while he watches from the back, ever alert to their impending failure or for a moment to make a decisive blow of his own. He skillfully adapts to the ever-changing flow of battle, and can even alter his plans on the fly when needed in the blink of a slit-pupil eye. He is patient and will gladly wait for his best moment to act, in any plan. His is the subtle, the quiet. Let those with bruit strength wear themselves out battering at the enemy's defenses; he'll be the one they never see coming until it's too late. He is the Chessmaster, and to achieve his goal anyone is little more than a piece on the board.

He can be something of a self-serving creature, focusing on what will get him ahead at the expense of everyone else around him, but there is a part of him that sincerely cares about those he considers 'his' (in this case, his Bonded and any that share his Bonded) and will do whatever it takes (and he means 'whatever') to ensure they advance to whatever position in life they desire to achieve (or he feels they should achieve). Betrayal, deals, intimidation, blackmail, it's all within his wheelhouse. Somewhere deep within there may lie a tiny spark of good, of honor and true loyalty, but it will take quite the Bonded to pull it out and make it come to the fore.

His main body color is a yellow-green, almost making his yellow eyes blend in aside from his purple rank-identifying mask. Stone-gray markings roughly in the shape of diamonds encircle his shoulders, and he always makes sure his talons are lethally sharpened and trimmed. Every inch of his seven-foot frame suggests his sharp intellect and equally frightening skill, and his expressive lips are often either pulled into a disarmingly pleasant (if a bit condescending) smile, or curled into an amused, arrogant sneer.
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Champion and Deliverer Female Silver Mottle Dragon

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When a Wild Dragon sought to take over an entire region, plunging it into chaos, ruin, and despair under his scaled thumb, the people and the creature of that region fought back, battling for their freedom and their very lives.

And this is the dragon, the Champion, who led them.

A skilled tactician, a valiant warrior as if from the sagas of old, she is a dragon that both commands attention and respect and proves she's worthy of both. Fearless of the danger to herself, she clashed with the enemy forces whenever she crossed their paths, leading a veritable army of allied creatures of her own. For a long time these two forces waged their war, each one gaining and losing ground, until finally a decisive blow was struck by the silver mottle herself against her Wild counterpart, and his warriors shattered, scattering in retreat like dandelion seeds in the wind. And though she stood triumphant, she knew in her heart that as long as Champions were called, and there was breath in her body, her role in this world would continue on.

Though she can come across as militant, she has a much more peaceable side. One might say she cherishes peace even more for the time of conflict she endured. To try and preserve peace for others, she diffuses conflicts whenever she can, will make the hard decisions and shoulder the responsibility that comes from them, and take on others burdens if she is able to to give them peace. She is a bit of a martyr, but if you were ever to coax here ideal dream day out of her it would probably be time spent with her loved ones, simply enjoying their company.

Just shy of the full length of a silver at thirty-nine feet long, she nevertheless more than makes up for it in sheer presence. Her hide is flawless silver, almost as if she were a metal statute given life. Heavy scales encase her chest, shoulders, and along the top of her head - melding with the dual, straight horns and shield-like crest - slightly down her neck. It's been mistaken before that she actually had a suit of armor commissioned for here, and they gleam with a icy blue, almost spectral tinge to their argent shade. Over her heart lies the Mark of the Ruins that identified a Champion, glowing white with purity. Her breath weapon at first unleashing may look like fire, dancing and flickering in a like manner, but those who have witnessed its fury unfolding can tell of its frigid, icy nature; victims and inanimate objects hit head on are often frozen solid!

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I Only Look Out for Me, and Maybe You Too, See? Male Omega Hellhound

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Omega Hellhounds are known for being sniveling, self-interested creatures. With their low position in a Terror it comes as something of a given. This one is little exception other than he would say he cowers only when doing so gets him ahead. Everything is all about him; his comforts, his interests, his goals. He'll serve a strong alpha, to be sure, and obey to spare his own hide, but even then his trustworthiness is in question. Minimum effort to give them what they want, then he'll see to his own (more important) desires. He's typically a coward in a fight, only engaging to defend himself and more often than not trying to either hide or outright flee.

Buyout there is a single exception to all of this. Within his selfish heart there exists a small, perhaps one might even call it sacred place expressly reserved for a Bonded. For this person and this person alone (not even other Companions of this Bonded will earn this respect) quill he be willing to go above and beyond himself, face threats and put himself into even mortal danger to help them. He can work with others allied to his Bonded well enough, but no one will ever hold a candle to the dedication he shows them. Even if he will never willingly or easily admit said dedication aloud or in the company of others, or act as if he acts only out of self-interest or reluctantly. Pushed to the wall and with the circumstances being right, a hero just might shine through.

As all Omega Hellhounds, he is black-furred all over without other mark on him. The fur on the back of his neck is a bit thicker and stocks up almost like a Mohawk, and nothing will get him snapping and growling faster than for his scruff to be touched or grabbed by anyone. His eyes are an off-lime green-yellow that gleams when he's either on the hunt or scheming.

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Inner Strength Wrapped in Dedication and Healing Female East Clan Hippogryph

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For many, their first healer was their mother. The child with the scraped knee from a fall always knew to run to mommy, and she would make the hurt go away with a tender touch, pain-soothing medicine, a bandage, and of course a kiss to make everything feel better. There was no wound she could not mend, no illness she didn't know the cure for.

Such motherly care and devotion is seemingly embodied in this Hippogryph, combined with her Clan's admittedly vast (some might even say unmatched) lore of the healing arts. She is all at once doctor, nurse, and caregiver, seeing to each patient with all the attitude of a mother tending to her own offspring. She is gentle, supportive, and soft-spoken. Her loved one's mental well-being is just as important to her as their physical well-being, so that she takes a great interest in their lives and what they are up to. This mindset does sometimes (often) comes off as overprotective. She worries about those she cares about, especially her Bonded who quite likely ends up receiving the majority of her mothering, safeguarding tendencies, and any attempt to keep risky or dangerous behavior from her tends to result in scolding and possibly even some bickering as she wants to know what is going on. But it's all done out of love, really, a very deep and abiding love that wants only the best for those who hold those special places in her heart.

She outwardly looks very much like your average East Clan Hippogryph: bird front limbs, neck, and head, with equine body and back legs, feather mane and feathery locks of hair for her tail. Her primary color is a rich teal-blue, with the tips of her mane and tail-locks darkening to sapphire. Her eyes are a medium brown and miss very little when it comes to hidden symptoms.

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Family is Everything, be They by Blood or Choice Basic Kirava Family - Te'Pono

There are many kinds of families in the world. Some are the traditional sort, some not so much. Some live half-way around the world and perhaps only see one another once or twice a year, and others live so close they drop in on one another daily. Some aren't even kin to one another by blood. But no matter what, one thing remains the same: the love and devotion that they feel that binds them together tighter than anything can break. This Kirava family embodies that sense of loyalty and dedication, willing to go through hell and back for one another and for anyone they take to their hearts, whom they will quickly come to care about much as if they were true kin regardless of blood-ties or even species. No matter the danger, no matter how hard the trial or how much suffering must be endured, they stand steadfast and with their Kirava natures to lighten the spirits of those they are around try to make such trials a little less heartbreaking.

Their very history further embodies this mindset. Once a time past they were only four: two parents and their two blood offspring. But then one day they found a newcomer had crept into their midst: an orphan Kirava that had no home, no family, no one, just about the same age as their youngest offspring, also a male. Though there was some trepidation between he and they, soon they were so close-knit that it seemed he had always been there, a new brother to his 'sis' and 'bro.' Perhaps he is a bit smaller than they are, but never let it be said he won't join in when they must defend each other from trouble with just as much (if not more) ferocity than any of the blood-kin.

As all Kirava are, these five appear like small bats with the adult pair able to fit in the palm of the hand and the three children a few sizes smaller. Each one glows with an iridescent white light that brightens considerably when they are all together, and it has been noted that the adult female actually seems to be the leader of the bunch, being the first to 'speak' as it were and by all observation seeming to make many of the decisions of the group. Perhaps a Matriarch in the making? She certainly has her mate's utter support, that's for certain! The sole female daughter also seems to have a headstrong personality, but dedicated to her younger siblings, while the adopted 'little brother' is a bit of a troublemaker at times, and the other brother is nothing short of an adorable sweetheart.
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News spread like wildfire through the Weyr. Especially if it was bad news. Such as the news that once again, Teragaia was in danger. Gertude let out a huff of breath as she quickly got dressed, her sack with all the essentials slung over her shoulder as she moved out to where Rissi was saddled up and ready to go. You know. I'm starting to think a month where the very existence of Teragaia isn't threatened must be a very unusual month indeed. Rissi chuckled softly as Gertude climbed up and strapped herself in before whistling to Elizabeta to come join her just up front so she could strap in the mistwatcher so she would be safe during the flight.

It would indeed be a very unusual month, but it does happen from time to time. Though if this is too early for you, we can always wait till later's morning light. Prim as always, Elizabeta couldn't quite hide the gleam of excitement in her eyes. This was certainly a magical mystery that she just must investigate! Of course, she wouldn't dare do it alone as there was the mention of danger and she didn't want to worry Gertude unnecessarily. Plus, it was nice to have an extra set of eyes around so that way no clue was ever overturned.

Once was everyone was settled, Rissi took off for the doorway clearing. Getting as close as she could, it was still a bit of a walk for Gertude and Elizabeta. Entering the area, they spotted Kemori and made their way over to see what he had to say. Upon being informed about what laid beyond the doors and the fact that it was only stable enough for basically one entry, Gertude nodded her head at Elizabeta. Take the lead here.

A quick nod was the response before both would give the kitsune a grin, followed by Gertude giving a thumbs up. She was nothing if not confident in their success and she was sure they could stop any threat before it made its way through those doors and onto Teragaia.

Leading the way to the one that smelled like mint, Elizabeta waited for Gertude to join her before they both stepped through the doorway and the start of their adventure.

(Hahahah! Gertude is in! I might through in Tide, Cain, and Mildred later. Depending on how my time goes <.< But for sure have a Gertude XD She picked the Mint leaves grow around the base of another, perfuming the air doorway. So excited for this~)

"Death has a bone to pick with you and I'm here to help out." -Cain Skelington

"The waves have their own music...Are you listening?" - Tidesweep

"Don't take my silence for agreement. That would be a mistake."- Gertude Weavian

"I will protect what is mine with a will forged like a diamond."- Mildred Fresi

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Bad news often traveled faster than good news. Especially if the bad news was born on the whispers of dragons. It didn't take long for Tide to hear the news about the impending danger. What took her a little longer was making a decision on rather or now she should go. Leaning against the door to Jason's room, she looked at the sleeping figure. She couldn't just walk into danger constantly. Now that Jason was back, her dying had even more consequences than snuffing out the life of some of her companions. Tide couldn't bear the thought of leaving Jason alone like that, but at the same time, she couldn't just stand by and do nothing while the Haven may well be facing its doom.

Malak-ar moved to stand next to her, weapons sheathed as he held out a small figure craved in pearl. Sentinel wasn't active at the moment and Tide reached for the Surmine to tuck into her pocket for the trip. "You know me well Malak-ar." Her companion gave a slow nod before he moved to exit the house and wait on Tide.

It wasn't much longer before Tide also exited the house, bag slung across her body. With a quick nod to Malak-ar that all was set, the two headed off to the clearing, daring not imagine what could be waiting for them there.

Stepping foot into the circle of stone doors and listening to Kemori explain them, Tide studied each one carefully. "So...Quite a few threats, but only one person can enter huh? I suppose we are...Hail marys? I do believe I am using that term correctly." Head tilted to the side, she nodded slowly as she finally settled on the gate she would call her own. She didn't know if she would be enough help to their ally on the other side, but she was willing to give it her all and hope it would be enough.

Taking a deep breath and signaling Malak-ar, she stepped through the moss covered gate and to whatever challenged awaited on the other side.


Cain didn't even move as he felt a sharp tug on his leg bone. He knew who it was and he very much wanted to ignore her till she gave up and went on her way. But that wasn't Cerce's strong suit. Giving up. So with a sigh, he finally sat up and shot the Warrior hellhound a glare. "What?" He snapped it in a whisper in case Taki was still asleep. It wasn't Cerce that answered but Dorth as pushed a sense of urgency upon her rider. Trouble, Guardian of Death. I fear you may be needed my Cain or Haven may have quite a few more bodies filling up the local cemetery. Provided they aren't eaten of course. Cain looked in the direction he knew Dorth like to sleep as if somehow hoping she was just joking, but he knew that she wasn't in the least.

"Alright! Alright! I'm up Cerce. Go chew on Ribs." The hellhound made no move though as she waited patiently for Cain to strap on all that was needed, tail sweeping the floor in slow swipes. Realizing that she was going with him, he just sighed. Not the most stealthy companion he had bonded too, at the very least Cerce might provide a bit of light so long as it was not during that one hour a day when her glow dimmed. Even then, the Hellhounds teeth and flames made for a lovely discourager.

Moving as silently to the door as possible, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Turning his head to look, he realized that Souna had landed there. Another night light basically. Apparently he was going to very dark place if fate had anything to say given his companions's choices. Not bothering to discourage the small athid, Cain left Dorth in charge of telling Taki what was going on before he hoofed it to the clearing. Maybe riding Dorth would have been faster, but he would rather have her here to watch over the others. No telling what might happen while everyone else was gone and he was a firm believer in better safe than sorry. For all the good that sometimes did.

Arriving at the clearing, he didn't have much time to study the door let alone fully registering Kemori's words before Cerce was bounding towards the gate with jagged, black lines on it. "Cerce!" He chased after her, through the door way and into the unknown while Souna hang on for xe's very life.


(Hahahahah! And Cain and Tide are in. Decided to just do a separate post for them as oppose to editing since you know...I took so long ^^;;; But Tide has chosen the Soft moss covered gate while Cain has the jagged, black lines running across it gate.

I probably will still add Midlred in, but that will probably be next round if this is still open. Got to see how much I have to keep up with three characters first)
"Death has a bone to pick with you and I'm here to help out." -Cain Skelington

"The waves have their own music...Are you listening?" - Tidesweep

"Don't take my silence for agreement. That would be a mistake."- Gertude Weavian

"I will protect what is mine with a will forged like a diamond."- Mildred Fresi

"Healing can take time. Lucky for you, you should having nothing but it for awhile."- Jeremi Kgute
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Gertude would appear in what would appear, at first glance, to be a long, winding cavern studded with glowing crystals. She would barely have time to register this, however, before her breath would suddenly come up short and a sharp, burning pain would radiate from her neck, with the intensity of having just been stabbed! Yet a quick check would confirm no wound or blood.

A very quiet whiffle of breath, strained and pained, would draw the eye to a Hippogryph, East Clan if her coloration was anything to go by, struggling to get to her feet not too far away. She would be badly wounded on her throat area, the exact same place where Gertude felt the hurt, and stumbling.

What – p-please - Even her mental voice would be gasping for breath, rattled by the injury. N-need help... cha – chased! With that her strength would reach its limit, and the Hippogryph would collapse into a heap of limbs and wings.


As for Tidesweep, she and Malak-ar would find themselves somewhere that resembled a high mountain ledge. The night wind whistled and gave a slight chill, but not an unbearable one, and the sky overhead was somewhat cloudy obscuring most of the stars. There was no moon visible, but whether that was because it was a new moon or it had yet to rise couldn't be determined. At first it might be a bit baffling what exactly they were doing there, but then a sudden noise would provide a clue: shrieks of alarm and a sudden sound of battle. Looking towards the noise they would see a ruined structure that once perhaps had been an ancient castle, now the home for dark shapes that darted between broken walls and crumbling towers to engage a horde of other creatures and men that were both on the ground and in the air. In the light shed by some of those on the ground the bodies of various gargoyles could be seen as being the defenders, but there would be no clear sign of what they were fighting over or about. It would definitely seem like the humans and other creatures were the aggressors, at least, and the gargoyles the defenders who were sadly greatly outnumbered. After a moment of observing, Malak-ar would get Tide's attention and point. There, to one side of the ruins, another group was making their way in darkness towards the structure, starting to slip in from the side while the fighting was going on elsewhere. So, where to go, or who's side to take?


Fate indeed had something to say about the choices of companions that tagged along with a certain skeleton, because for the first few moments after Cain ran through the gate after Cerce he would find himself in pitch blackness, ankle-bones deep in something very wet and very cold. Then Souna would pop more into view and let him see his current surroundings: an underground cavern that was flooded by about a foot of standing water. Thankfully, Cerce wouldn't be too far away, though at Cain's first movements he'd feel his right foot catch on something semi-loose in the water. Should he investigate, he would uncover a segment of something stone, just a little bigger than his palm and maybe three inches thick, the edges jagged like it was a broken-off piece from something. Strange runes and partial images would be visible on one side, showing it was very much a part of a greater whole.

A moment or two later, splashing would come from one side and another Hellhound, this one male and the all-over black of an Omega rank, would jog around the corner. Seeing Cain, he'd stop dead in his tracks and his lips would curl in a slight snarl.

Hey! I needs that. Gimme it, right now, or I'll make sure yous regrets it!



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A hiss of breath escaped her lips as Gertud slapped a hand to the stinging part of her neck. Surprise flickered across her face as she realized that she wasn't actually hurt. Other than a sting, there was no blood nor cut. Not even a superficial one. She thought it strange till she saw the East not far from where her and Elizabeta stood. Noticing that her sting matched the wound on the hippogryph, Gertude took a leap of fate and decided that this must be the ally that Kemori had spoken of.

If not...Well, Gertude would hate to know what would happen to her if the East's heart stopped beating. She didn't think a sting of the heart would be as nonfatal as the sting to her throat.

Moving swiftly, Gertude settled just in front of the East as Elizabeta took up the rear to guard against whoever was chasing the hippogryph. As much as Gertude was ready to drag her new ally away, it wouldn't do much good if her throat wound killed her first. Only after stabilizing that would she take one wing joint, Elizabeta the other wing joint, and together hoist the East back to her feet. "Come on now! If you are being chased, this is one lousy time for a rest. If you could guide us, we can get you to safety." Moving as fast as they could, Gertude both cursed and blessed the glowing stones. Blessed because she could see, but cursed cause if she could see where she was going, it meant their enemies could see them too.

Tidesweep

Neither were strangers to the chaos of battle. That being said, neither one of them liked it either. In that they were matched. So when Malak-ar pointed out the sneak attack to the back of the castle ruins, Tide bit her bottom lip in thought. They knew so little right now. Which side was their ally on? The attackers? The defenders? The humans and creatures? The gargoyles? Why were the two even fighting in the first place? So many questions with so little answers and so little time to gain them too.

After only a few more seconds, she had made her decisions. She had never known a gargoyle to be evil. They may protect evil things, but they themselves were not evil in her experience so whatever it was they were protecting, it probably wouldn't be a good idea to let the attacking humans and creatures get their hands on it. With that logic in mind, Tide decided to at the very least keep the sneaking group off their backs till she got a better grasp on the situation.

Communicating all of this to Malak-ar, the Larga seemed to also agree. Right now the fight was a bit unfair and depending on the groups' reactions to them interfering, could tell them all they needed to know. Lights a brilliant red as he activated his night vision, he took Tide and moved them both down the mountain towards where the group was. He wasn't exactly being sneaky, but he also wasn't announcing his plans to the world either. Both just hoped they made it to the castle in time.

Cain

Reaching down, Cain pulled up the stone. Before he could motion Souna closer so he could investigate it, the Omega hellhound rounded the corner and demaned it back. If Cain could raise his eyebrows, he would have, but he just settled for a sigh and a shake of his head. "Might as well make me regret it then cause I'm not handing this over to you anytime soon. At least not till you tell me why you need it. Then I MIGHT do it." He wouldn't do much more than that as he stared at the hellhound before him even as Cerce came over to stand by his side, teeth bared in a threat at the lower rank. Souna would be proud at least until xe realized that Cain's actions would be more likely to bring about conflict rather a peaceful ending.

Mildred

Mildred was a little late to the party. Of course, she didn't really know there was a party going on, but that was neither here nor there as she stepped into the clearing. Blinking once and then twice, she had to rub her ears to make sure she had heard the fox spirit correctly. Haven was in danger and these doors that only one person could go through were their only hope in not seeing it destroyed? And by the looks of it, a few people had already arrived and picked their doors. She toyed with the idea that this could all be a trap and then shrugged. If it was a trap, it sure was an awfully complicated one. Even for a spirit that represented a trickster in many of the legends she knew.

Sighing, she closed her eyes and let her gut instinct basically decide which one she went too. First it was to the mint one due to the smell, but she quickly realized that just wouldn't do. Closing her eyes once more and pointedly ignoring the mint, she moved to the one with the six amber stones along its top. Opening her eyes, she looked back one last time at Kemori before she stepped through the gate.
"Death has a bone to pick with you and I'm here to help out." -Cain Skelington

"The waves have their own music...Are you listening?" - Tidesweep

"Don't take my silence for agreement. That would be a mistake."- Gertude Weavian

"I will protect what is mine with a will forged like a diamond."- Mildred Fresi

"Healing can take time. Lucky for you, you should having nothing but it for awhile."- Jeremi Kgute
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The Hippogryph gasped for air as she was pulled to her feet by Gertude, head hanging low and entire body shaking, but managed to keep her hooves under her.

N-not sure... where to go, she murmured, lifting her head a bit to look at Gertude. It – some kind of monster – I heard a strange voice and then... She shuddered, perhaps remembering the moment of the attack. Her expression tightened as she tried to focus, and the woman helping her stand would be able to feel the heartbeat-heavy pulse as the effort almost seemed to make the wound ache worse. I was – looking for – something. A circle on the ground, carved. I – I can't remember why, but – I think it's that way. With a shaky hoof she pointed towards an exit to the cavern they were in.

From a tunnel almost opposite would come a low sound, almost like someone humming or singing quietly to himself, and the scrape of a blade against stone in a rhythmic manner. The East's eyes would widen in terror.

That – that's him! That's him! You're right. We – we have to g-go! She'd doggedly take a few steps, but it would be clear that only Gertude and Elizabeta would be keeping her upright.

Their path would lead them to another crystal-studded chamber, this one much bigger and with a few stagatmite and stalactites here and there. But crossing it wouldn't be so easy as there was a rumble, and a creature burst from the wall looking like it was made of the crystals and stone it emerged from. Roughly humanoid in that it would have two stocky legs, a thick torso, two stocky arms with no hands, and a lump on top like a featureless head, it would lumber towards them with arms already swinging back and forth aggressively.

((Tidesweep, you may powerplay the Golem for the battle.))



The journey down the mountain would be risky, but with the Larga to guide at least Tidesweep made it with only a little slide here and there and no injuries. Soon enough they would find themselves on the same path the other group had been on, no more than a dozen yards behind them with said group – at least two dozen strong, all large warrior men and the more powerful companions like the Caradras and Sharpblades and even a large Hellhound – nearing what looked like a back entrance. There would be no one guarding it, quite like all available defenders being called to the front and the visible threat. One man, perhaps the leader of the group, would gesture to the doorway and two men would dart over, flattening themselves to either side of the entrance and one carefully peeking in, then motioning the coast was clear. Again the leader would be gesturing, signaling one group then another to begin some kind of pre-set plan. While a few would take up watch positions, the others would move towards the door, along with the Companion creatures, keeping a wary eye up.

Perhaps most disturbingly they would all be extracting ropes, shackles, and chains from their bags. And the shackles would be small, far too small for an average adult Gargoyle.



The Omega hellhound would actually look offended at Cain's refusal, head going back and ears straight up. The expression would only last a second, then he'd crouch down and growl at the skeleton, thus far unintimidated.

Why I oughta... Then Cerce joined the 'party' as it were, growling, and apparently the male Hellhound thought better of challenging the larger canine along with her gun-packing Bonded. He growled a bit more, clearly irritated, then suddenly his personality flipped to cool indifference. Not that it's any of your business, but I needs 'dos stones because there are ten of them, see, and all of them together make some kind of magic circle thingie. I'm supposed to get all ten of 'dem and put 'em together, so a gate can be opened and 'dis really nasty boss can be stopped from getting' out. Absently he paced a bit, eyeing Cain out of the corner of his gaze. Dat was the last one I had to track down; I knows where all the rest are, but figured it wouldn't do much good if I picked up nine, but the last was down a hole or something. Hmm... A cunning light sparkled in his eyes as a grin formed on his canine face. Yous just mights be able to help me. See, dere are some pieces I can't get at. No thumbs, you understand. And maybe, maybe you can haves dem after I'm done with 'em.



Thankfully for Mildred's sake, if this was a trick by Kemori it was at least an elaborate one for when she came through the gate to the other side she would find herself in a strange, and potentially frightening place. She would be standing stop a stone walkway that connected on one side to a tall column with a tunnel entrance and on the other to what honestly looked like some kind of massive mountain. Looking up, down over the sides, to the left or the right and every direction in between would show more walkways and columns and 'mountains' as far as she could see. There would be no sky or sun or moon or stars, the only illumination coming from a green glowing mist that rose up to varying heights here and there. It would look like someone's twisted idea of an Esher painting, combined with a nightmare complete with the sound effects of distant monstrous roaring, the stamp of heavily armored feet, and occasional stony groaning that might or might not be the rock beneath her feet threatening to give way.

From the column side would echo the faint click-click of chitin-clad legs on the ground, and a three-foot long insect would emerge, moving at a rapid, almost fear-induced pace with antenna twitching as it runs. Its carapice would gleam a blue-green in the light with six white spots visible at on its back, and oddly enough around its thorax would be what looked like a leather belt with something glowing beneath.

The Athid, for that is what this would quickly be recognized as, would spot the woman standing out in the open and hurry towards her.

Quickly! You must hide! Across the walkway to the other side or they'll spot you! He – for his Mindvoice would be undeniably male – would hurry towards her and prompt her across with nudges with antenna and body, until they were both ducked inside the opening across from where he'd come from. Not five seconds later a group of six heavily armed and armored warriors with face-concealing black helmets to match their armor would stamp by, on the underside of the walkway above. The Athid would be silent, quietly panting for breath, until they were out of view then would turn to Mildred.

I must apologize for my rather forward manner, but if they were to see you it would not end well for you. I do not know what you're doing here, but this is not a safe place for anyone – if it ever was - and I would highly suggest you return the way you came as quickly as you can.

((And from this point on, this Bonding is Closed! While I would like to keep it open for new participants for the entire duration because there is something of a story here I worry that any entrants after this point would be kinda shortchanged as far as the plot. So it looks like it's you and me, Tide!))
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Between the two of them, the hippogryph wasn't that hard to carry. The adrenaline pumping through both of them probably helped some in that aspect, even with the ache around her throat. Gertude suspected that somehow, when she stepped through the portal, her fate became tied to this hippogryph's fate. Not that she needed more incentive to help out.

Dragging her into the room, she paused for a moment to study the crystals all around them, but she didn't have much time to do so before a new challenger appeared. Elizabeta barred her teeth at the golem, fur bristling. Even Gertude felt her own body tense up. Enemy in front. Enemy behind them. They just couldn't catch a break could they?

"Don't suppose if we say we are friends, it would make much difference would it?" The golem didn't answer as it continued to lumber forward. "Didn't think so. Elizabeta! Attack!" That was all her companion needed as the mistwatcher took a flying leap at the enemy. She wouldn't be trying to injure as the Cloud doubted that teeth and claw could do much damage against rock, but she could at least be a distraction while Gertude and their patient found a safe place to stay or even get away.

It was a bit harder to drag the Hippogryph without Elizabeta's help, but Gertude managed to lean the hippogryph against some of the crystals in a place she would hope would out of the way of the incoming battle. "Stay put unless you know...Something happens. Elizabeta and I have this covered." With a reassuring smile, Gertude pulled out her daggers and jumped into the fray.

Ducking under a swinging arm, she slide beside Elizabeta as she re-materialized. "Got any ideas?" She ducked under another arm, circling around and away from where the third member of their party laid.

Nope. Nothing. She took another blow to her mid-section, dissolving on impact into that cloud like mist before reforming a couple of inches away. But do fast, yes? There was still that other enemy to consider and while it did cross Gertude's mind to let the two go at each other, that might not end so well for them at the moment. Better to dispatch the golem now and get as far away from the sword wielding foe as possible.

"Yes. I agree. We do this fast. Give it all you got Elizabeta." The Cloud nodded and started to through herself at the golem. She used just enough teeth and claw to keep the golem's attention on her while Gertude darted in and out, slashing at the golem's joints, looking for weak spots to slash at and destroy. She wished that more than one person had been allowed in or that the doorway could have allowed a dragon. Rissi or Cobalt would have been great allies here. Retsom too. But she and Elizabeta were the only ones here and they would just have to make do.

A powerful arm slammed her back against the cavern wall, air escaping her lungs in a hiss. She hadn't been fast enough to dodge that swing and was paying the price for it now. Elizabeta, not liking that, took a running leap at the golem, doing her best to slam herself into its head in an effort to decapitate it. Surely with no head, it couldn't fight...Right?

Tidesweep

Tide felt her blood run cold at the sight of the shackles. Too small shackles. Shackles that were either meant for a younger gargoyle or someone a lot smaller. What or who could they be after that would require restraints. Why fight gargoyles to gain access and kidnap whoever it was inside? Were they truly the enemy or were the gargoyles an enemy? The questions circled around and around till she finally said enough and silenced them. There was only one way to find out and she would find out just who was on her side and who wasn't.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced at Malak-ar and let him know through a mixture of signing and mouthing out words what she was about to do. The Lagra didn't much care for the plan but he moved into a more protective stance by Tide's side, weapons drawn out as Tide took a deep breath and organized her thoughts. If she didn't, all she would do is scare everyone away, friend and foe alike.

Her finger tapped out a slow rhythm as her breathing matched up to it. Keeping in mind that she only wanted to affect those that would be against the ally she was suppose to find here and therefore against her, she started to sing. Quietly at first with each chorus becoming louder and louder till it was almost a shriek, but it still held a strange hushness to it. The melody was haunting. Bringing up memories meant to terrify and fears that were better left dead and bury. Least that is what would happen if this group was against them. While her abilities were strongest on Teragaia, Tide didn't doubt the strength of her supposed foes. If any were to find and attack her, Malak-ar would be there to show them just what a bad idea that was.

She only hoped that most of them would run away in fear instead.

Cain

Cain had to give a chuckle, though there was no humor in it. "That is quite a change of attitude there. Decided that the vinegar wasn't working?" Cerce still kept her teeth barred as her eyes didn't really leave the other hellhound. Souna flashed his light for a moment to gain Cain's attention before he spoke.

This could be what we need to do here. Gather the stones together and open up this gate. Though, he could also be lying to us as well and we are suppose to prevent him from opening up the gate. But I like to believe that is not the case since he currently is not trying to rip out your throat. Not that you have one to rip out... Cain nodded his head. Souna made some good points, but still...

"Sure. We will help ya get your stones. As soon as you offer us some proof here. Namely that there is a big bad coming. It sounds a lot like if a villain was coming, you wouldn't be opening a gate. Unless of course this gate is to an even worse place. Then I can give ya that." Taking out one of his guns with his free hand, he flipped open the barrel and made a show of counting the bullets that resided there. "Back stab us and I guarantee you, I will kill you. We have a deal?" This may very well be their ally, but in case it was a trick, Cain wanted to be clear cut on the consequences.

Snapping it shut, he stuck it back into its holster and waved his hand. "Lead away."

Mildred

Mildred cursed as she found herself in a place straight out of nightmares. Hands went to her weapons, but she had barely touched their sheaths before a small insect came scurrying down towards her. Before she could so much as ask it what it...No, he was doing, he was pushing her towards a hiding spot. She resisted the urge to tell him to keep his hands (claws?) off her, and just went into the direction he indicated.

Looking down the way he had come, she was a bit surprised to see his pursuers up on what she had considered the ceiling. Rubbing her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things, she came to the conclusion that no, she wasn't seeing things. They really were running on the ceiling. Great. Dreamworld rules and logic for some place very dream (nightmare really) like.

Once it was safe, Mildred had to laugh at the advice given to her by a mechanical insect. "Not safe for me? And what about you? Not to mention..." She jerked her thumb back to the place where the athid had pushed her from, a grim smile on her face. "You see that place over there. That is where I came from. Do you see a doorway back? No? Good. I don't either, so looks like you are stuck with me rather you like it or not. Get used to it." And with a quick look out in all directions to make sure no one was coming, she walked out of their hiding spot and along the path. "You coming or not?"

Of course, if he knew the way and she was going the wrong way, she would defer to his judgement. At the moment though, she suspected that unless she moved, he would just try to convince her to go back and she just couldn't have that. She wasn't done yet with what she was sent here to do and while she didn't know what it was exactly, she had to hope she knew it when she did it.


((Mood music for Tide: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubZhS-0l4wk Closest I could find at the moment XD ))
Edited by Tidesweep, Mar 26 2018, 11:49 PM.
"Death has a bone to pick with you and I'm here to help out." -Cain Skelington

"The waves have their own music...Are you listening?" - Tidesweep

"Don't take my silence for agreement. That would be a mistake."- Gertude Weavian

"I will protect what is mine with a will forged like a diamond."- Mildred Fresi

"Healing can take time. Lucky for you, you should having nothing but it for awhile."- Jeremi Kgute
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The East Clan female could only weakly nod as Gertude hid her safely away, then watch the battle unfolding before her eyes. The Mistwatcher was certainly displaying its species' most widely-known talents this battle, with the golem blindly swinging and attacking at whomever was the closest enemy it sensed (had to be sensed, because the thing had no eyes!). Every blow that either of the Bonded companions landed on the thing would feel like there was nothing fleshy beneath the layer of jagged crystals. The joints would chip and bits of crystal would fall off, and for Elizabeta landing on the thing and bashing its head off would actually be fairly simple, and the golem would stagger for a bit giving the impression that it would fall. It would bang into one of the stalagmites as it wobbled, but then regain its balance and lumber towards Gertude once more, unconcerned.

But the impact and Elizabeta's efforts hadn't been for naught! When it wobbled into the rocky formation a line was opened in its chest, and within there was something definitely different than the rest of the thing. Rather than being glimmering crystal a dull-colored stone would be seen almost nestled within a small hallow.

***

As Tidesweep first began her song, it would almost go unnoticed under the cover of the battle raging at the front gate. Then as it grew, she'd seen the men at the gate standing guard starting to fidget, looking more and more nervous though they would seem oblivious at the source. One man, perhaps an under-commander or something, would snap something quietly at them but it would make little difference as over the course of about a minute they became more and more jumpy. Then one man, trembling so badly the woman would be able to see it from her vantage point, would suddenly drop his weapons and turn and flee as fast as he could, with a Hellhound and a Firemane fleeing along with him. As if a signal, five more men with three of the creatures would quickly follow, ignoring the bellowing commands of their leader to return.

Victory!

But as he turned back from where he glared after his deserting warriors – the sole person left on this side of the keep – his eyes would catch sight of Tidesweep and both half-siren and Grathkin would practically see the gears turning. Anger, it seemed, was being at least a partial shield for him against the fear – or he was just particularly stout of heart – for he drew a saber from his hip and a hand crossbow and rushed at the woman. Surely if she were gone, his men would find their conviction again!

And for Tide there was a worse problem: four of the men with the shackles and ropes would have slipped inside.

***

The Omega Hellhound's lips twitched at Cain's words, but he bit back whatever he was thinking and didn't react. He scoffed at the request/demand for proof, thought.

You would if you wanna get in there and stop him before he comes through! was the snarky counter as the Omega shook its neck like it was dislodging some pest. So yeah, yous might call it a worse place: it's the big guy's prison! The presenting of the bullets got an ear flick, but a tip of the head otherwise. Fair 'nough! Lets go, tall, white, and bony! With no further adue, the Omega turned and led the way back, talking as he went. So far I've managed to get two of 'em on my own – they're in the chamber where I'm supposed to make the rune thing. Seriously, sometimes what I'd give for a pair of thumbs! Anyways, one's on a ledge, two are in some water pools, three are set in some kind of weird statue-thingie, and the last two... well, those are the fun ones! He sounded positively giddy yet oh-so sarcastic when he said 'fun.' There's a big nasty worm that's using 'em for a pillow! He stopped and nodded to a large rift in the chamber he'd led them too. It's down there. After that I can take you to whichever one you wanna try for next.


***


Well, regrettably though I would enjoy not being here, there is something here I must find, and quickly. The Athid followed Mildred's direction, and sighed, then twitched his antenna at her words. Well, you are an up-front one aren't you! Very well, I will never say no to assistance, especially someone who is clearly as battle-ready as you are. He stepped out to walk along the path beside her.

While I cannot begin to guess what has brought you to this forsaken realm, I am searching for a gemstone, a round one that glows with a rather sharp green light. I would dare to call it unnerving light. When I have it, I can use a runestone I have to reach my friends. It is vital they get the stone, or a rather sinister creature, a titanic dragon, could escape his prison and wreak havoc on the world as a whole. He hesitated a moment. Finding it... well, that is being my problem. This place is a wretched labyrinth!

All I know is it lies somewhere in the beast's lair, which in turn is somewhere down there. But every time I get close to a way down - He was interrupted by three of those dark-armored warriors suddenly jumping down from above, landing before them on the platform with spear-like weapons bared. Ah, yes. That happens. The Athid flicked an antenna down to a satchel around his thorax, pulling a potion into it that swirled and pulsed dangerously. I certainly hope you are willing to use those blades of yours!

((You may powerplay the battle))
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So no head did not exactly mean no more movement. That was nice to know now as Elizabeta came back to stand at Gertude's side, her own sides heaving under her fur. As their foe stood up, the crack caught Gertude's eye. They had hurt it at least, so maybe the key to winning this fight was to keep knocking it into walls? As if that wouldn't just bring the cavern down on them all and bury them here forever.

Like most riders, she would rather be lost in the cold of between with her dragon when the time came.

She almost missed the difference in the stone. The dull stone was so unlike the glowing stones, that it almost made it stood out. When Gertude properly looked at the crack that is. Her mind went back to her friend Cobalt and the light bulb went off in her head.

Elizabeta! Can you make that crack just a hair bigger and then distract it while I try to wiggle it out? She just had to hope that part wouldn't take too long. She didn't think her ribs might be able to take many blows from the golem, not to mention if it got a lucky head shot...

Pushing that thought from her mind, she nodded to Elizabeta and the two carried out their plan. The Cloud moved towards the chest, hoping to do a two for one blow by once again pushing the golem into the wall and then having it beat its own chest. Gertude would stay on the edge of the battle, watching and waiting. When the crack was big enough, she jumped at the golem, hand scrabbling into the crack and clutching around the stone. A quick pray was sent up as she yanked with all her might on the stone. Please...Work.

Tidesweep

The men started to fidget. Shifting from foot to foot. She could see the terror that entered their eyes. See it growing and growing till...Snap! They were all off like a shot. Well, almost all of them as just one of the group was left behind. Anger flooded his face and as he moved to charge at her, Tide shut her mouth and quickly ducked behind Malak-ar so the Lagra could better engage their new found opponent.

At least that answered one pressing question: the attackers were not their friends.

True to form, Malak-ar met the sub-commander weaponless. He saw no need for it at the moment as he moved to disarm his opponent. While he had the advantage of flight, the hand crossbow would be a disadvantage to him and one he would need to do away with before he took flight. The saber was also another problem he found as he had difficultly getting close to the hilt. It was wickedly sharp as he found out the hard way from a small nick that formed on his forearm.

Disengaging, he took a step back and drew one of his own blades. Behind him, Tide took a deep breath to try and help him, but was quickly silenced by some rapid signing from her companion. Hush. Go inside. Four in. Be safe. Tide chewed her bottom lip for a moment before giving a quick nod.

Darting around the duo, the guy tried to lunge for Tide again, knowing that if she did to the four inside what she did to the ones outside, their mission would be doomed. He didn't get far before he had to defend himself against an attack by Malak-ar. The Grathkin brought his blade down to run along the saber and bring the man's attention back to him.

Tide slipped inside the doorway to the sounds of the blades scraping behind her. Pausing for a second to let her eyes adjust and get her bearings, she started to hum the same song softly under her breath. Not enough power to make them run, but definitely enough to make them paranoia and even more careful going forward. Checking every corner. Every shadow. Every slight rustle or noise. Or that was the plan anyway as Tide pushed forward.

The Flaren didn't quite know what she could do, just that she had to do something and fast. Time was ticking and she didn't want to find out what happened when time ran out.

Cain

Cain didn't bother to point out that if they had just killed this guy in the first place, they wouldn't have to do it now. But he suppose not everyone quite thought like that, and for all he knew, they could have decided letting him live would have been the worst punishment. Letting him live and know that he failed to succeed at whatever it was he wanted to do. Which only worked for those that never looked toward the future. Or those who truly thought they were stopped. From the sounds of it, this wasn't that type of guy. He had used his time well while he was in his prison and it was paying off now.

"I would offer you mine, but I'm not sure you would even know what to do with them once they were attached." Souna flickered at Cain's insult of their guide while Cerce gave a canine chuckle. "Only issue might be the worm one. That or the water pools. Depending on the currents." Not having lungs would make that a piece of case, but the downside to that was that he didn't have any sort of weight to keep him grounded around a current.

As their guide paused and indicated that a stone was done there, Cain rolled his shoulders and sat down the rock he was carrying. "Don't suppose you brought any rope with ya? Probably not." Not that he was gonna complain too much as he moved to see if he could grab the rock without dropping down first. If he couldn't, he would climb down, not gracefully but at least he would make it down without incident.

Once both he and the rock were back up with the others, he would give their guide a skeletal grin. "I feel like going fishin'. Why not the worm next?"

Mildred

"Some kind of weird stone henge doorway brought me here. As for this place being a labyrinth, a ball of string might have been useful. Or a Minotaur." Mildred would have said that rocks didn't glow, but just a few weeks ago, she also would have said dragons no longer existed and that angels were a bunch of stuck up...Talking cats also would have been a bit farfetched too, but yet, that is exactly what she had encountered. So a glowing, green, unnerving rock wasn't that out there.

"No. They are just for decoration." Sarcasm dripped from her voice as she pulled out her knives even as she eyed their spears. So much better than her own weapon and she would have to wrestle one away from one of them and keep ahold of it. It would give her reach and that is sorely what she needed now. Looking at that potion in the Athid's hands, she shook her head. "If that is an explosive, might want to use it now since all I currently have is short ranged weapons and I would very much like to stay in once piece."

She would give him a moment to explain it, in that long winded way she suspected he had, and use it before she would rush at one of the enemy. She wanted to take on more, but she knew her own limits. Just as she suspected that if she would get in close, she would have the advantage. While reach was nice, it was useless if your opponent was all up in your face. "Least we know we are going the right way!"

Sliding up under the first spear, she aimed a kick for her opponents knee even as she brought a knife down against its shoulder. The kick connected, but he didn't even register it as he moved his shoulder back from her blade. Mildred cursed as she twisted to the side, narrowly missing the spear thrust at her from his companion. Grinning, she wrapped her arm around the shaft and yanked. Either the spear would be hers or that buddy would find himself awkwardly moving from side to side.

The spear didn't move and neither did her enemy. Grinding her teeth, used the leverage of the spear to jump up and push a full force kick at the first one. It worked as the first opponent finally staggered back. The second opponent yanked back his spear as Mildred dropped it and danced to the side. Now knowing it would take a full forced kick to even get them to stagger, she dropped down and aimed for the second one's knee.

Bullseye!

He stumbled and went down. Which gave the first and third a chance at her. Both brought their spears down and Mildred let out a squeak as she rolled away. She wasn't as lucky this time and one of the blades cut through her jeans on her thighs. A thin line of blood appeared, but that just made the rage build and she could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins now.

The second one was still down and she went for him again. Sliding under the other two, she made another grab for the spear. As it came away this time, she let out a yell of triumph as she sheathed both her knives and backed away, spear gripped in both of her hands. "Hey! If I pushed them off, think that could buy us some time before they come back or will they just go upside down?"


((Figured this would be a good place to stop for Mildred))
"Death has a bone to pick with you and I'm here to help out." -Cain Skelington

"The waves have their own music...Are you listening?" - Tidesweep

"Don't take my silence for agreement. That would be a mistake."- Gertude Weavian

"I will protect what is mine with a will forged like a diamond."- Mildred Fresi

"Healing can take time. Lucky for you, you should having nothing but it for awhile."- Jeremi Kgute
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The golem took a moment while they were planning to hurl some shards of crystal at both Elizabeta and Gertude in turn, then turned its attention primarily to the Mistwatcher that was directly engaging it. It would be quite a battle to watch as the golem swung, lumbering around after its more agile foe, the canine vanishing into a cloud if it happened to get lucky enough to land a punch and frustrating the golem to no end! A nicely-timed leap and a kick slammed the thing into a wall again, and the crack widened giving Gertude the opportunity she needed!

The stone in the golem's chest was wedged in there pretty snug, but a couple hard pulls forced it free! The golem staggered, accidentally throwing her from its chest, but seemed dazed without its core intact. The little statue-like stone, a carved almost-replica of the golem itself, felt incredibly brittle in the woman's hands and with a little bit of effort broke clean in half! With that, the golem crumbled to dust and crystals.

You did it! the Hippogryph cheered, starting to rise only to grimace with a flare of echoed pain in Gertude's neck and side and slump back down. But the sound that came in the wake of the crumbling construct had her trying to stand again: footsteps, and the scrape of metal against stone.
So you beat it, came a voice that could only be described as male and dusty for lack of a better word, having a rasp or gravely manner like the speaker didn't use it often. Well done, but I am no easy foe. Will you run, I wonder, or stand and fight me? It sounded like he was still some distance away, but heard their conflict through the echoes of the tunnels. The East Clan looked up weakly. Without Gertude she wouldn't get far, but if Gertude wanted to stand and fight, she would try to help what she could. She did have one piece of information to offer, however:
I... I think the circle... the one I need to find... is through there... close....

Tidesweep

Entering the fortress ruin Tide encountered what might have appeared to be an utterly abandoned keep aside from the battle she could hear raging all around. Her path would lead her through a short hallway – likely useful for bouncing and echoing her melody of fear along its way to the intended listeners – then open into a small courtyard. The cries from the front would be drowning out all other noises the front defenders might have heard, leaving them ignorant to the break-in happening at their flank. Past some structures and towers Tide would catch glimpses of a gargoyle wing here, a darting body there, feel a vibration as one of the larger ones perhaps jumped or made a charge.

But this would be the location she wanted to be at. To Tide's right was an open wooden door, far newer than the rest of the structure might suggest and giving indication the gargoyles installed it. And the four men, with two Hellhounds, would be exiting with of all things about nine gargoyle offspring! All would be chained, or tied with ropes, the smaller being carried by the men and the larger made to walk or being pulled along by the fiery canines. Though they would be whimpering, it would be quiet and none would cry out for aid from their parents even though they were so close by, likely intimidated into it by the humans taking them. For what purpose? Who would know.

And only Tidesweep stood between them and a clean getaway!

Cain

Well, I could think of a couple things da to with 'em, was the snarky reply. Chew on 'em, bury 'em, trade 'em for something tastier - The Omega's listing was cut off by a sharp growl from Cerce. Hey, hey, hey! I was just kidding! Sheesh! Can't take a joke, can you? The younger Hellhound leaned over the edge as Cain made his way over, having to climb due to the height. Though he'd been acting less-than-worried, the set of his ears and his tail told a different story as Cain descended, collecting the stone, and returned. This stone would actually look like it fit with the other one. At Cain's choice the Omega would shudder, but obligingly lead the way. Perhaps it was a telling thing that the otherwise arrogant little thing (little being a relative term of course) started treading as quietly as he could at one point?

The tunnel ahead of them opened into a wide cavern, and they stood on a ledge some twenty feet up. The Omega crouched down and crawled on his belly to the edge, looking over.

There he is, his mindvoice whispered, and looking down as well Cain would see the monstrosity.

No less than a red dragon's length from head to tail, the 'worm' was plated in gray-black scales like an actual dragon. Its mouth protruded slightly and it had both an under and overbite, revealing teeth that had to be at least as long as Cain himself was tall. A soft but bright blue glow came each time it breathed in and out; it was asleep.

And the runestones? Clearly visible from their vantage point right next to its midsection on the stone floor.

Now you see why I didn't wanna tangle with that thing? The Omega snorted, glancing at Cain sidelong. Hope you have a really good hook!

Mildred

The Athid, perhaps a bit surprisingly, rather than elaborate threw the vial with far more accuracy than one might think an insect capable of, and on impact it detonated with a loud explosion, flames licking at the warriors. Though it made them flail a bit in surprise their armor was a great protective element on their side.

Damn their armor! he snapped as Mildred charged in. As she lay into their foes with a flurry of attacks, taking them off their guard for so very few opponents actually ever challenging them directly, the Athid flicked out two more concoctions, one in each antenna. He sadly wasn't quite quick enough to prevent the cut to his battle partner's leg, but the subsequent throw got the one who'd cut her in the shoulder. The substance inside expanded,then promptly froze solid, locking that arm in an extended position. The second vial flew even as she fell back with her new weapon, and when it impacted the ground there was a boom of thunder, staggering his partiality frozen buddy nearer the edge.

Thankfull no, they drop like rocks! The Athid was smart, and two more of the conclusive vials found their way into his antenna. Let'sfinish this!
Note: Until further stated, Scarheart, Belial, and Cassandra have standing permission to powerplay Raferties or Anari.
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Gertude

At the sound of the voice, Gertude looked over in the direction it was coming from and made a face. She recognized a taunt when she heard one and she almost had to give the guy some credit. He was hoping to wound her pride and ignite her rage thus making her do something stupid. Such as luring her into a fight. A fight she had no way of knowing she could even win. A fight that for all she knew could be a way to stall for time till some other goal was accomplished. No matter the reason for the game, Gertude wasn't about to play along.

The golem had been hard enough thank you very much. While the rock was easy enough to break once she had gotten ahold of it, getting to the rock was difficult. Not to mention, the rock creature could not think on its feet. That much was obvious from the way it just kept going at Elizabeta. A smarter foe would have realized that Gertude or the hippogryph would have been the better targets as they could actually be hit and injured. Something this foe would realize almost right away.

So nope, no staying behind and facing Mr. Scrappy Sword. Her pride wasn't that fragile and could take a blow or two.

Moving over to the hippogryph, she motioned for Elizabeta to get on the other side of her. On the silent count of three, they lifted and steadied her once more onto her feet. They started for the room that the hippogryph had mentioned, Elizabeta speaking up both out of her curiosity and Gertude's. What did yous needs this room fors? Gertude hoped that it would be something useful. Like a portal back home or even a shield that could keep this hippogryph safe while her and Elizabeta faced off against Sword Scrape. The constant throbbing in her neck was a nice reminder to the dragonrider that maybe it was probably a good idea not to let the hippogryph die at the moment.

Tidesweep

Any other time, Tide might have stopped to admire the courtyard. But the sounds and sights of constant battle going on all around her was a wonderful reminder that now just wasn't that time. She did take note of that short hallway. Any advantage to her could only be a disadvantage to her opponents. She of course just had to get there in time she realized as she paused for a moment to look around the courtyard for those that wen in ahead of her. When Tide didn't see them right away, she was starting to despair that she had missed them completely and they had found a different way out.

Just as she was about to give up and move on, she noticed a much newer door off to her side. It jarred with the rest of the castle. So new and basically shiny compared to the old and dull. Just as she was about to go over and investigate further, the door moved and out came the very people she had come in to find. And they weren't alone. Tide felt her heart sink down as she noticed just what these guys had been after.

Children. Offspring of the gargoyles. No older than toddlers really as Tide stood there, frozen by terror and rage, studying them.

Harmless. Defenseless. These thugs had brought bindings for these babes. To take them away from their parents. Their families. Their home. Everything that meant something to them. Take them and...Tide didn't even want to think about why they were taking the children away.

One thing was for sure though, if her song hadn't been enough proof, this scene was. These people were not her friends. They weren't even a neutral party to her. They were her enemies and she wasn't about to just let them walk away with those babes.

Moving back quickly, she took a firm stance in the middle of the short, acoustic hallway. Ambush had never been her preferred tactic for a fight and even if she had wanted to ambush them, there just weren't that many places to hide. Besides, with Malak-ar still busy with the battle behind her, it would be her against six. One to six made lousy ambush odds and she wasn't about to lose a single babe.

Waiting, Tide took a deep and steadying breath. She didn't have long to wait as the group came into the hallway. She imagined they were moving pretty face since every second they were here was another second they might be discovered and stopped. Too bad for them they had been found out even before they started. Putting her hands on her hips, Tide puffed herself up and tried to look intimidating. She let the rage drip into her tone and turn it into venom. You know...I do not believe those children belong to you. Why do you not just leave them in my care and take your exit without a bow. Unless you want to end up like your comrades back there."

She moved to jerk her thumb back at their entry point, hoping they wouldn't call her bluff. While their friends weren't dead, just terror stricken, she hoped that the way she phrased it would give the impression that she had taken on the group and slaughtered them all by herself. It would certainly help give her bluff a bit more credibility. It could never hurt to try and bluff her way out of this.

Of course, as soon as any made a move to a weapon or it seemed like her bluff would fail, Tide would start to sing. This song wouldn't have a quiet start to it. Full volume right off the bat, Tide would let her own terror enter and help fuel the song. And thanks to the hall, she could add in a small counter harmony for the children. A soothing lullaby meant to quiet and calm. she couldn't focus on it as much as she wanted too, but at the very least, it would be something in case the guys dropped the children in terror as they ran.

If any tried to go past her though with a child still in their arms...Well, Tide wasn't above getting a crash course in how to tackle.

Cain

The ledge had been no problem. Down. Up. Done. Stone retrieved and stored away. Piece of cake.

Now the worm? The worm was an entirely different story as Cain looked on at it. He imagined something like an earthworm. No real teeth to speak of and basically other than accidental suffocation from a roll over, pretty harmless. It wasn't...Well, it wasn't the sight before him, that was for sure. Scaled. Toothy. A whole lot more dangerous than a common earthworm.

"I'm sure we could find something." His voice was quiet as he studied the scene before him. He was trying to find a way to destroy this thing or at the very least take the stones without waking it. Given where they were though and probably how sensitive the worm was, Cain didn't hold out much hope from moving the stones without waking up the wormy.

Running away really fast could be another option. Or even using someone as bait. Cain wouldn't mind playing the bait, but if that thing got ahold of his skull...He would rather not think about that. "What I wouldn't give for a giant bird right about now."

Of course, the bird might just turn on them and that would be an even worse problem. At least the worm couldn't fly...Or so Cain hoped.

Cain thought of Taki and how she could probably tell how violent the worm was. Or even if she couldn't, she could keep it distracted with happy thoughts while Cain scramble out of bite range. He didn't regret not bringing her along though. This was dangerous and while he knew Taki could handle herself, he would rather she wasn't put into dangerous situations.

Keldos or Anari would be good back up as well, but of course, the one per doorway rule. "I can see why there was a rule now," he mumbled to himself as he continued to chew over his options. Who ever they were up against obviously didn't want them to succeed and the less people who could help out, the better off they were.

"Know how grumpy these things are or if we can even light them on fire?" Not that a thrashing, flaming worm would be a good idea, but Cain was dredging the bottom of the idea barrel at this point. "Or if we bring it food, will it forget about us? Cause I'm not seeing a lot of options here at this point."

Would it not be wise to gather up the other stones and come back to this one?

"Ya just don't want him to lose his thumbs," Cain joked as he jerked a thumb to the hellhound. He knew though that Souna was more worried about Cain than anything and Cerce gave him a sidelong glance that said she didn't much appreciate the joke either.

Holding up his hands, Cain would admit that the joke had been rather tasteless. "Well...We can either try and blow up the worm or go find the other stones. How much time we got again?"

Mildred

Mildred could agree with the Athid about the armor. It was hard to get at vulnerable points when all those vulnerable points were covered. Of course, the downside also displayed itself as one of them lost their balance with that thunderous blast. Not wasting a moment, she charged at that one and pushed him back and over the side. They were too heavy and she was light and agile. Plus, she wasn't against sending them to their doom.

"Ready when you are!" She would go back into the fray, dodging and pushing each opponent as close to the edge as she could while keeping to the center herself. She kept herself lax and both feet or at least two points of contact on the ground so she wouldn't lose her balance when the opportunities came.

And they came pretty fast. One by one, she managed to put the opponents in unstable positions that with the thunder vials and a well time push was all it took to push them off and down to the chasm below.

As the last one went over, she shot the Athid a wry grin. "Three down...Any idea how many more we have to go through?"
"Death has a bone to pick with you and I'm here to help out." -Cain Skelington

"The waves have their own music...Are you listening?" - Tidesweep

"Don't take my silence for agreement. That would be a mistake."- Gertude Weavian

"I will protect what is mine with a will forged like a diamond."- Mildred Fresi

"Healing can take time. Lucky for you, you should having nothing but it for awhile."- Jeremi Kgute
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