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Postby Constaniana » Fri Jan 17, 2014 8:47 pm

"There's not much we could do to block the door, kid. If we just froze it over or collapsed this tunnel the demons could just break or burrow through it. People tend to think of the fire-breathing type when they hear the word demon, but there's other breeds, like lumbering cave ones with crystal scales and tusks. If we had a Light Elemental we could cancel out the dark magic keeping the Inferno open and prevent the demons from getting near it, but that magic's a lot rarer than other kinds, and I never could get the hang of it," Richard responded. "Sir Old Man here's right. We have to go through, kill any demon or cultists we find, and collapse the thing."

"Collapse it? How?" Aldraniri questioned.

"You want to take down a bridge, you pull out the keystone. Infernos work on the same principle, kid. Not that I'm encouraging you to destroy bridges. That's bad, like drugs," Richard clarified, clearing his throat. "Anyway, Infernos are artificially created by Tenaembra opening up pocket dimensions. But even with him being a god he can't focus on keeping all those Infernos constantly open, so he creates vessels of his power to install in the Infernos to keep them cosmically stable. At least, that's the fancy theory stuff behind it. Basically if you see a good-sized black diamond in a shrine or pedestal or something in there, take it and run like mad towards the nearest exit. Infernos usually have more than one place in Gaiaca they lead to, so it shouldn't be too dangerous if you don't get back to the exact portal you came through."
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Postby Neo Arcad » Sat Jan 18, 2014 11:06 am

Kassaran wrote:Jonah couldn't bear it anymore, he hadn't seen anyone move to stop him, and it seemed they were now all focused on the little hole in the ground. Breaking ranks from the back of the group, he darted into the woods, in hunt of the rabbit that tickled his senses. He had been living in the wild long enough to know how to stay quiet, so as he ran, he parted the leaves quietly in front of him while pulling them back to their original place behind him. Almost as though there was some sort of displacement happening, but he recognized that he was doing it now. Before, when he hadn't realized he could control the forests, he had simply though all forests reacted the same way, but in the past twelve hours, he had managed to learn so much more.

Time seemed to fade into nothingness as he closed on his target and suddenly burst into a large clearing. Not one quite as big as the field with the funny white blocks of stone in them, but still a decently big field. There in the center it sat, raised up on its haunches, a large pufftail rabbit with a little black nose, quivering in the morning air. Dewdrops gathered on the ends of its whiskers, and heart pumping blood throughout its body. It was a living creature, a living, breathing creature. Hundreds of gnats flew about in the middle of the field and like tiny specks of dust, they shone in the beams of sunlight pouring through the gaps in the treetops, how it was so serene, so beautiful. He was glad he had found this place, after so much unjustified death before, in that big stone yard behind him, he was glad to finally have a place in the center of peace and life.

About him he could feel the heartwood of each tree thrumming silently, but majestically. Every blade of grass shone bright green-yellow and some dandelions were shifting into an open position to soak up the sun's rays, but the rabbit. It was what stood out, in the center of all that peace and serene beauty, it sat, panicking, its little mind rushing frantically to collect its thoughts and assess this new being at the edge of its glen. It sat there, panting, and obviously hungry. It knew it was on the menu, and it knew it had to find cover, quickly. However, as it began to move slowly down into a position to get a running start, the beast at th edge of the meadow burst forth and in a flurry of movement, snatched up the pufftail.

The rabbit tried to break free of Jonah's grip, but he had it tight, and nothing was going to keep him from eating his prey. He had caught it fair and square, but his arms ached from a lack of protective coverings and several rivulets of blood appeared on his arm where the rabbit's hind legs had scratched him, but they only managed to do so once. In its panic, it had struck out with full force, which would of been beneficial to it had it been against a smaller predator, but with the grip Jonah had on the rabbit, it had only resulted in a small pop as it broke its back. It now knew it was over, and it slumped down in his hands, and Jonah obligingly looked at it and thanked it for its sacrifice, however non-voluntary it might of been, and then snapped its neck.

Feeling the life drain out of the rabbit, he felt a twinge of sadness, regret, fear. He knew he was about as fragile, and no matter what his strengths were, he would always be a Human, a mortal. He looked down at the now dying rabbit, and realized he needed to eat, the rabbit had to die so he could live, and thanking the forest silently for allowing him to take of its bounty, he used his fingers and ripped open the soft underbelly of the rabbit, shoved his face into it, and squatting down low in the grass to reduce his visibility, he ate and drank. Blood and water quenched his thirst as raw and richly flavored chunks of rabbit slid down his throat, he could feel his strength returning to him, and now he could feel his senses improving. A slight tingling at the back of his head and he felt no more pain from bruising there. He had healed, although it had taken a good five or so minutes to hunt down, kill, and begin to devour this rabbit, Jonah still had yet to feel the exhaustion of it all.

As he ate though, he began to reminisce about why he hated what that woman the night before had been, he realized it was because he couldn't feel anything alive about her. Like she wasn't even there, as though she was a specter, or demon of some sort, but those were only things he had heard mentioned in tales by hunters, and the words demon and specter were simply those that were passed around enough for Jonah to catch on to their general meaning, but then again, the word "wife" seemed to mean the same thing, so perhaps the strange lady had been a "wife". He amused himself with this thought as he ate, his stomach filling itelf, but he stopped himself short, before he could make himself sick. He had meat, and perhaps those behind at the camp would like some too. Making his way back to the camp, he began to think about what the strange group of young people were doing, and why they had been so interested in that particular stone block with the smell of death upon it.


And then Jonah got the crap scared out of him by Natalie, again.

Let me back this one up for a sec.

Natalie had been following the group, and guarding them while they slept, for a quite a while now. Jonah, however, was different. Not only was he a new addition to the gang, he was also a Nature elemental like herself... in a sense. He seemed to deal more with plants than animals, the opposite of her modus operandi. And even stranger, he seemed to... care about the plants. Which was very strange in her mind, because who even does something like that? She didn't care about animals- they were tools for her to use. Bears were weapons, rabbits were food, etc... and that was how it went. The natural cycle of things. Jonah made her question some of the things she thought she knew.

So when he left the graveyard camp alone, Natalie made her move. It was probably about time to reintroduce her presence to the group anyway. She silently approached Jonah as he was engrossed in the rabbit, and placed herself between him and the camp so as to ambush him. Hanging upside-down from a tree limb, she swung herself down to hang in his path right when he passed by; she then dropped to the ground in front of him, swinging her body around and landing on her feet.
"Boo." she whispered, the fainted trace of a smile playing across her lips at his reaction.
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"Wait..." Tristan requested, now feeling nervous. "Are... Are you saying that we have to go in there and fight those demon things?" He asked. "I'm not a good fighter... All I've done is stab a monster in the leg, and that was a week ago." He said, wondering if there was any other way to keep the demons from coming out. He didn't want them to be released, but the idea of going in and fighting them wasn't all that pleasant for him, either, he was no soldier like the old man. "Can't we just keep it sealed until we find one of those light people? Or... Or... Erase these things?" He asked, looking down at one of the runes and poking it with his foot.
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Postby Kassaran » Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:21 pm

Neo Arcad wrote:And then Jonah got the crap scared out of him by Natalie, again.

Let me back this one up for a sec.

Natalie had been following the group, and guarding them while they slept, for a quite a while now. Jonah, however, was different. Not only was he a new addition to the gang, he was also a Nature elemental like herself... in a sense. He seemed to deal more with plants than animals, the opposite of her modus operandi. And even stranger, he seemed to... care about the plants. Which was very strange in her mind, because who even does something like that? She didn't care about animals- they were tools for her to use. Bears were weapons, rabbits were food, etc... and that was how it went. The natural cycle of things. Jonah made her question some of the things she thought she knew.

So when he left the graveyard camp alone, Natalie made her move. It was probably about time to reintroduce her presence to the group anyway. She silently approached Jonah as he was engrossed in the rabbit, and placed herself between him and the camp so as to ambush him. Hanging upside-down from a tree limb, she swung herself down to hang in his path right when he passed by; she then dropped to the ground in front of him, swinging her body around and landing on her feet.
"Boo." she whispered, the fainted trace of a smile playing across her lips at his reaction.


EEEEEAAAAAGH! Jonah screamed inside of his mind and stumbled backwards, heels up and head back against a tree. The trunk wasn't all that soft either, and Jonah noted a bump begin to rise. He looked at the woman (he figured she was one due to her different apparel and shape) and wondered what to do. She was standing here, now, and she was one of the ones whom had attacked him the previous evening. Well, to be fair, she had merely tried to stop him from leaving that death-clearing, but he didn't understand why. Then, there was the noise she made, "bu". He had no idea why she had made such a noise, it was soft like a Crescent Owl's call, but she wasn't a Crescent Owl, nor had he known any were in this forest (he had been looking for creatures similar to those that had lived in his old forest since arriving). Looking at her, he responded with the proper call, a soft, moreover warmer churring that came across as "bu-uu (Boo-Yew)".

He seemed to recall that he had momentarily forgotten how to breathe, the woman's appearance had startled his normal patterns out of check and now his heart was beating fast. She probably could detect that, most predators could. He began to frown however as he noted a slight disturbance in the forest, there was a rift, a tear. The relationship, the bond moreover that she had obtained with the forest was all so much different from the one he shared. You see, it responded to her as though she were the master, yet Jonah was dealing with it on a peer-to-peer basis. There was no use for ranks within the wilderness, everything yearned for a better, more healthy relationship with everything else he figured, and he felt healthier for it. Now mind you there were certain points to note that made living outside of the forest unhealthy, but so long as he stuck to fresh kill, he'd be fine.

The bacteria on the meats when he killed it fresh were what his body needed to digest food, since, having lived in the wild for so long, he'd developed a hearty immune system that assaulted just such bacteria when it left his stomach and entered his bowels.He also noted the strange absence of birds in the area, he figured that his hunt had scared them off, but perhaps this strange woman of the wilderness had something to do with it as well. He looked at her, and then looked at the food he had in his hands. He realized that this might of been her territory before he had encroached here, and having seen what happened when two predators fight, he decided against conflict and attempted a more peaceful approach; appeasement.

Holding up the corpse of the somewhat gnawed-on rabbit, he smiled, blood had now begun to cake on his face around his mouth where he had pressed up against the rabbit's still warm and soft body. It felt somewhat uncomfortable and so he licked his hand and then began to wipe at his face for lack of anything else to do to alleviate the strange pressure building up in his cheeks and his face. He was slightly scared, but only because she was at full power, and he was not. She had better weapons already on her, better agility, and she had snuck up on him. Obviously he was running sub-par considering the circumstances. Blood dripped down the rabbit's stomach and landed upon the forest floor, he smiled at the sight of such an easy meal, but he wasn't certain how this new individual here in front of him would operate, nor if she knew how to communicate on standard. Looking at her, he began to release different hormonal combinations in an attempt to show he was attempting to appease her, sate her hunger with the rabbit so he wouldn't die instead.

It was strange, what made it even more strange was that he was doing it towards another individual who wasn't inherently wild, but he hoped that his attempt to communicate would punch through the obvious language barrier. Emphasizing his fear of being killed for food, then alternating that scent with one stressing the rabbit and how it was still a fresh kill, he held it out towards the huntress, hoping to simply escape with his life, or moreover, his life and most of his body parts. As far as he was concerned, she was the next biggest predator around besides a bear he had heard the night before while he'd been rushing through the forest.
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Postby Constaniana » Sat Jan 18, 2014 7:24 pm

"You could try to use magic to smudge out the runes cast on the floor here, but it would be like barely putting out a fire and leaving the embers still hot with dry grass next to it. You can't really completely force out darkness magic with an element other than light, and Light Elementals are ridiculously rare. You get that sort of magic either through years and years of meditation and purity and stuff up in some isolated monastery, or as a gift when you're a strong Elemental who Caelstion likes, but hoping to get a magical promotion like that doesn't always work out," Richard explained, turning his gaze from the door and floor to look at the naïve Ice Elemental. "As for you not being a good fighter kid...well, you'd be surprised what skills you can pick up when you have to. Magic can be used for all sorts of things, but our kind didn't begin as artists or builders. Elementals were born as holy spirits of war. We have better senses, stronger bones and muscles, faster recovery rates, higher tolerance to pain, and we sure can pick up how to fight when we need to."
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Jan 19, 2014 7:32 pm

"I still don't like the idea..." Tristan mumbled quietly. He doubted he would become a good fighter just because the group had found a portal to an Inferno. It was not very logical. But then, there were many things he didn't quite get down here, so hey, maybe it could be? This idea motivated him slightly. Though averse to violence, if he had to use it to stop more of it directed at innocent people, then he felt that he should at least give it a shot.

"But if we really have to... I'll believe you. I'll try." He said, and though he didn't sound entirely certain of his own words at least he was a bit more confident than before. If anything, he hoped his magic would help him overcome this situation, like it had helped him countless times before. He wouldn't be alive without it, after all.

"So how do we cross it?" He asked afterwards, looking at the door. "Does it just open like any other door?"
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Kreigsdrëyri Castle, City of Kreigseat

The dining table was stocked with grilled trout, mince pies, Halvefori tomatoes, Yelhennein radishes with Sahranjjite rose-cactus sauce, and a host of other fine foods. But the most interesting things in the room weren't what was being consumed for the luncheon; it was the people partaking in it. The six people seated at the table represented the crème de la crème of the military brass of the most powerful armed forces on Gaiaca.

"This trout is excellent, Duke Kreigen; my compliments to the chef. It's regrettable Bismarke and Farongul aren't here to enjoy it with us, though the latter never does come to these meetings often, and it's certainly understandable why Bismarke is absent," said the man seated in the first place at the right of the table's head. He had a short but thick head of receding grey hair, a plain, neat beard of the same colour, blue eyes, and weathered, tanned skin on his compact frame. He was dressed in a dark blue uniform with a white collar and buttons, though the upper portion of his uniform jacket was unbuttoned, revealing the plain white shirt he was wearing underneath. Rupert Meersthand might have had the appearance of an old fishing boat captain nearing retirement, but had managed to be appointed to the lofty position of Grand Flag Admiral of the Galllian Federal Navy, second in authority over the federation's maritime forces only to the Joint Chancellor of the Federal Armed Forces and by extension the Federal Council.

"Yes, quite a debacle up at Bristhill Manor, wasn't it, from what I've heard at the very least. Is it true that, what is the number...less than half a dozen of the servants survived? I know it wasn't as fully staffed since the Duke and his whole family weren't there and there wasn't any official business going on, but still..." The next man to speak appeared a decade or two younger than the Grand Flag Admiral and was seated diagonally away from him. His long, curling hair went down to about his shoulders and had a healthy chestnut colour to it, his face was clean-shaven, his green eyes were alert and attentive, and his fair skin possessed few wrinkles and blemishes.

"Oh come now, Lionreis, you're the bloody Commandant of the Dragoons, surely you have more access to reliable information in that part of the country than any of us here save Lord Kreigen?" Grand Commanding General Adolphend was a grim, imposing figure, with a bald head, a prominent nose that was crooked from his many battles, and the overall physique of a bear. "Besides, I wouldn't be surprised if it was a minor kitchen fire and Aurenheim's strange little bastard took the opportunity to run away because the flames scared him or he was being mopey about living the life of a nobleman or simply wanted to find some girls in an unimportant little village to roll around in the hay with," He snorted, before aggressively taking a chomp out of his mince pie.

"This is a serious issue, you stupid brute! A very prominent Northemen lord's estate was attacked for no reason and one of his sons is missing! With the tensions that were building before it's a wonder there isn't already an army marching southward, demanding justice for Kroisoto Van Aurenheim!" Commandant Lionreis cried, before another of Duke Kreigen's guests let out a short laugh. "I'm rather curious as to what you find so amusing, High General Clovis," the commandant added.

The man seated to the right of Adolphus chuckled once more, brushing back a strand of his platinum blonde hair from his face. "I just find you quaking in your boots at the thought of a Northemen rebellion funny, that's all. A horde of angry farmers and miners sounds like no match for some of my well-trained rank and file troops," he said. High General Clovis Van Relden, commander of the U.G.F's armies of the south did not hold a very favourable opinion of his northern countrymen. "Those animals will get riled up over just about everything it seems, from the fact that the Council sees more value in building up railways in the more populous part of the country to the fact that our merchants and industrialists are more savvy than theirs, to...I don't know, the fact that we smell better or something. The point is, I doubt anything major will come out of this. The council will probably have their investigation into the matter blame the kidnapping of Aurenheim's strange adopted child on that new cult springing up...what's the name, Watchtower Society or something of that nature?"

The sole woman at the table rolled her sapphire eyes in response to Clovis's scornful statement. "I wouldn't be so dismissive of the Northemen, Relden," High General Helga Van Vaelhim, commander of the armies of the Midcountry replied. "I seem to recall an occasion 1,778 years ago when some Northemen joined forces...but I doubt anything significant came of that. It's not as if they conquered this entire continent and then expanded outwards, taking Ereslin and the entire continent of Elcrescia, nothing noteworthy like that at all," she continued sarcastically. "But, ancient history aside, I've had personal witness on many occasions to the fury of Northemen, especially if you trifle with something as significant as their families. You might think of them as animals, and perhaps you're right. Imagine the Northemen as bears slumbering in a cave. Then, once you threaten the bear's cubs, she rouses from her sleep in an instant and mauls you for daring to threaten her offspring. I wouldn't be so arrogant as to not fear the possibility of Northemen marching to war," she said with a stern, crystalline voice in an accent that was nearly extinct.

"But what does our host think of all this, might I ask?" The Grand Flag Admiral inquired calmly.

Duke Kreigen, Joint Chancellor of the Federal Armed Forces gave a shrug. "I'm not sure what to think at this point in time. The Duke of Auregen's country estate suffered grievous damage and his son is missing, yes, but I have no theories on the perpetrators or their motives at the moment," he replied cautiously. Though it is interesting that it was the adopted boy taken. Very interesting indeed. Of course, this won't distract me from trying to discern what Bismarke is doing up in those mountains of his.

Richard gave a nod to Tristan. "Aye. It might be created using complicated magics for distorting the fabric of reality, but once thing's active and functioning it's pretty simple to get in and out of. Just pull open the doors and hop through, and presto, you're in a hellish little pocket universe." The Fire Elemental walked up to the door, stopping in front of it to take a deep breath and rub his palms together, either from anxiousness or eagerness. Richard grasped the two handles and gave a great pull. There was a rumble and roar as the door's two halves opened outward, with a dark red light shining through. Richard took the first step through, vanishing from the view of the others.

When the others would follow him through they would be standing in what appeared to be a cave, though there were cracks in the ceiling that gave access to a view of what seemed to be a starless night sky, if the sky was a sickly shade of violet. The pathway ahead descended deeper into this strange realm, though strange stones glowed dimly on the walls preserved the group's ability to see, as well as a torch Richard had pulled out of his bag and ignited. The Inferno was oddly quiet as the group continued walking, when they reached a wider chamber in this dark cavern, with three pathways ahead of them.

"Do you think we should split up to search this place faster, or stay in one group and check these three corridors one at a time?" Aldraniri asked.
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Postby Ameriganastan » Tue Jan 21, 2014 2:51 pm

"Yeah, split up in the realm of insane demons. I can't possibly see that plan going awry in any way."

Eric swung his sword around, looking almost bored.

"Or we could just wait here for a few minutes. I wager a welcoming party of pissed off demons is already headed for us."
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Tue Jan 21, 2014 4:21 pm

Tristan listened to Richard explain that it was simple enough to go into the Inferno once it was open, and then watched him demonstrate by walking up to the door and pulling the handles to open the gate to the Inferno. The thunderous noise that came forth with the red light when the doors opened up frightened Tristan, and he merely watched the others step through and subsequently disappear, something that did not help him at all. However, knowing that he had agreed to help and that backing down from it would make him feel terrible, particularly so if something happened to the group, he gathered his valor and stepped through as well.

The inside of the Inferno did not look pleasant at all, but then, that was to be expected. It was only logical that, with such a name, an Inferno would not look very welcoming. The lack of light disturbed him a little, but he pressed on with the rest of the group. When they came upon the splitting path, Tristan listened to what the others said, before speaking up.

"Um... I don't think splitting up is a good idea, something bad could happen. But something bad could happen if we stay here, too. We should just pick one path and follow it together." He said.
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Postby Constaniana » Mon Jan 27, 2014 7:11 am

"I agree with the sliding kid. Waiting around here isn't a good idea. Possibly having up to three groups of demons swarming in through these tunnels wouldn't be so bad a fight if I had a squadron of hardened pikemen to hold the defences, but a bunch of kids and an old man with a sword doesn't sound as reassuring against the hordes of darkness. It'd be for the best if we simply tried to find Tenaembra's sigil and mortals with ideas of using this for some twisted advantage of theirs as quickly as possible, and destroy them both," Richard added. "But whatever the case, we really should hurry up and decide, because-"

A bloodcurdling, savage snarl came from behind Aldraniri, who had been peering into the tunnel on the left before turning his back to it to look at Richard as he gave his opinion. The younger redhead spun around to see what it was, coming face to face with a foul, awful creature. It had a light red hide, with jagged black claws the same as the giant creature Tristan, Aldry and Kroisoto had fought in the castle, and murky, wide amber eyes. Black horns curved out from the side of its head, over the deformed flaps of cartilage that were its ears. A jagged tail stretched out about half a metre, waving back and forth like a shark swimming through the water.

In short, it was a demon.

The foul beast leapt at Aldraniri, thinking the boy looked like the easy human prey it had been trained to slaughter for the glory of the Black Father.

"Holy tits!" Aldraniri yelped, pulling his sword out and swinging it, decapitating it with surprising exactness. "Eat sword, hellspawn!" The lad cried, running his blade trough the demon's chest for good measure before it collapsed to the ground.

"How does the ginger ball of spasmodicness cut like that?" Kroisoto remarked, stupefied at Aldraniri's sudden increase in skill.

"Who cares?" Aldraniri shot back, grinning and holding up his sword. "Time to go kill some evil!" The redhead blacksmith went charging down the hallway on the left his assailant had emerged from.

"Kid, wait!" Richard cried, drawing his swords and pursuing Aldraniri. There were a few more snarls that echoed down the corridor before being silenced by the swing of Aldraniri's blade. The last sound from the foolhardy ginger was a cry of surprise and alarm. Richard caught up to Aldraniri, standing in another larger room. "What the hell?..."

There was a pile of demon corpses stacked up. The bodies seemed fresh, but dried and shriveled as if their black blood had been completely drained.
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Tristan witnessed the demon's short confrontation with Aldraniri and was taken aback, both by the demon itself, whose appearance was unlike anything he had seen before and much worse than the beast in the castle, and by the simple display of violence when Aldraniri decapitated it with one swing.

When he ran off, though, Tristan knew that was dangerous, so he tried to run after him as well, taking care to not stray very far from the group of course.

But what he found afterwards was even worse. Upon seeing the small mountain of demonic carcasses, the young man immediately turned away, not wanting to look at something so disgusting any longer than necessary. For him, coming down here definitely hadn't been a very good idea, but now that he was here, he wasn't going to try to run off.

"Can we just... Move on?" He asked nervously. "I'm not sure I want to know what did that..."
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Eric merrily strolled along behind the others. Not even batting an eye at the pile of dead demons.

"Sucked dry like a glass of water in a desert. Almost feel sorry for the bastards. Almost."

He lopped off one of the dead demons horns, strapping it to his belt.

"Demon horns. Worth a pretty penny these days. And I was running low on traveling funds."
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Neo Arcad wrote:And then Jonah got the crap scared out of him by Natalie, again.

Let me back this one up for a sec.

Natalie had been following the group, and guarding them while they slept, for a quite a while now. Jonah, however, was different. Not only was he a new addition to the gang, he was also a Nature elemental like herself... in a sense. He seemed to deal more with plants than animals, the opposite of her modus operandi. And even stranger, he seemed to... care about the plants. Which was very strange in her mind, because who even does something like that? She didn't care about animals- they were tools for her to use. Bears were weapons, rabbits were food, etc... and that was how it went. The natural cycle of things. Jonah made her question some of the things she thought she knew.

So when he left the graveyard camp alone, Natalie made her move. It was probably about time to reintroduce her presence to the group anyway. She silently approached Jonah as he was engrossed in the rabbit, and placed herself between him and the camp so as to ambush him. Hanging upside-down from a tree limb, she swung herself down to hang in his path right when he passed by; she then dropped to the ground in front of him, swinging her body around and landing on her feet.
"Boo." she whispered, the fainted trace of a smile playing across her lips at his reaction.


EEEEEAAAAAGH! Jonah screamed inside of his mind and stumbled backwards, heels up and head back against a tree. The trunk wasn't all that soft either, and Jonah noted a bump begin to rise. He looked at the woman (he figured she was one due to her different apparel and shape) and wondered what to do. She was standing here, now, and she was one of the ones whom had attacked him the previous evening. Well, to be fair, she had merely tried to stop him from leaving that death-clearing, but he didn't understand why. Then, there was the noise she made, "bu". He had no idea why she had made such a noise, it was soft like a Crescent Owl's call, but she wasn't a Crescent Owl, nor had he known any were in this forest (he had been looking for creatures similar to those that had lived in his old forest since arriving). Looking at her, he responded with the proper call, a soft, moreover warmer churring that came across as "bu-uu (Boo-Yew)".

He seemed to recall that he had momentarily forgotten how to breathe, the woman's appearance had startled his normal patterns out of check and now his heart was beating fast. She probably could detect that, most predators could. He began to frown however as he noted a slight disturbance in the forest, there was a rift, a tear. The relationship, the bond moreover that she had obtained with the forest was all so much different from the one he shared. You see, it responded to her as though she were the master, yet Jonah was dealing with it on a peer-to-peer basis. There was no use for ranks within the wilderness, everything yearned for a better, more healthy relationship with everything else he figured, and he felt healthier for it. Now mind you there were certain points to note that made living outside of the forest unhealthy, but so long as he stuck to fresh kill, he'd be fine.

The bacteria on the meats when he killed it fresh were what his body needed to digest food, since, having lived in the wild for so long, he'd developed a hearty immune system that assaulted just such bacteria when it left his stomach and entered his bowels.He also noted the strange absence of birds in the area, he figured that his hunt had scared them off, but perhaps this strange woman of the wilderness had something to do with it as well. He looked at her, and then looked at the food he had in his hands. He realized that this might of been her territory before he had encroached here, and having seen what happened when two predators fight, he decided against conflict and attempted a more peaceful approach; appeasement.

Holding up the corpse of the somewhat gnawed-on rabbit, he smiled, blood had now begun to cake on his face around his mouth where he had pressed up against the rabbit's still warm and soft body. It felt somewhat uncomfortable and so he licked his hand and then began to wipe at his face for lack of anything else to do to alleviate the strange pressure building up in his cheeks and his face. He was slightly scared, but only because she was at full power, and he was not. She had better weapons already on her, better agility, and she had snuck up on him. Obviously he was running sub-par considering the circumstances. Blood dripped down the rabbit's stomach and landed upon the forest floor, he smiled at the sight of such an easy meal, but he wasn't certain how this new individual here in front of him would operate, nor if she knew how to communicate on standard. Looking at her, he began to release different hormonal combinations in an attempt to show he was attempting to appease her, sate her hunger with the rabbit so he wouldn't die instead.

It was strange, what made it even more strange was that he was doing it towards another individual who wasn't inherently wild, but he hoped that his attempt to communicate would punch through the obvious language barrier. Emphasizing his fear of being killed for food, then alternating that scent with one stressing the rabbit and how it was still a fresh kill, he held it out towards the huntress, hoping to simply escape with his life, or moreover, his life and most of his body parts. As far as he was concerned, she was the next biggest predator around besides a bear he had heard the night before while he'd been rushing through the forest.


Natalie internally facepalmed, then externally facepalmed. And then she glanced between her fingers at Jonah's shit-eating grin as he held up the bloody rabbit, and double facepalmed. "No, I don't want your rabbit..." she explained to him. "I want to figure out what you are." She drew her hands away from her face, and exhaled. Then she set about examining Jonah, because she hadn't been able to do so before. He was thin, almost sickly, but with a ruddy look that suggested his outdoor existence. Indeed, a closer examination revealed that he was lean like a wildcat, with more of a lithe swimmer's build than an actual lack of muscle. His hormones or pheromones or whatever hit her in waves; he was trying to hide his fear and project no ill intent. Not that he could do much to me... Natalie mused. Having finished looking him over, she spoke again. "What are you? What- where are you from? Are you- are you someone like..." The huntress shook her head, as if clearing her thoughts, and leaned in closer to him, looking him right in the eyes. "Who ARE you?"
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Neo Arcad wrote:Natalie internally facepalmed, then externally facepalmed. And then she glanced between her fingers at Jonah's shit-eating grin as he held up the bloody rabbit, and double facepalmed. "No, I don't want your rabbit..." she explained to him. "I want to figure out what you are." She drew her hands away from her face, and exhaled. Then she set about examining Jonah, because she hadn't been able to do so before. He was thin, almost sickly, but with a ruddy look that suggested his outdoor existence. Indeed, a closer examination revealed that he was lean like a wildcat, with more of a lithe swimmer's build than an actual lack of muscle. His hormones or pheromones or whatever hit her in waves; he was trying to hide his fear and project no ill intent. Not that he could do much to me... Natalie mused. Having finished looking him over, she spoke again. "What are you? What- where are you from? Are you- are you someone like..." The huntress shook her head, as if clearing her thoughts, and leaned in closer to him, looking him right in the eyes. "Who ARE you?"


Erosen turned his head aside, he watched as she approached and he set down the rabbit. She obviously wasn't hungry, or at least she wasn't hungry for rabbit. Cowering back in fear, he practically collapsedo n the ground. He was terrified now. She was closer now, and making loud noises. He was confused and he reciprocated her loud noises and calls with his own," Whaf! Whaf! Whaf!" It was a chuffing noise, one he'd seen the giant gophers in his old forest make. It was supposed to at least make a predator think you were sick, but as he looked up, he didn't think this woman was buying it. Deciding that he'd had enough of sitting here waiting to die, he flicked his finger in a quick snapping motion and out lashed a vine. Flying into motion, he threw himself out and back in a reverse kick to his feet. Then, moving to turn away to run, he brought forward his feet, only to find they had been cemented into place. The small patch of dirt he had been over the rabbit's hollow, and they had caved in during his sudden escape maneuver causing him to be unable to move away from the area.

He was upset now. He didn't like this aggresive being that had begun to make louder noises towards him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he noted that one or both of his ankles may have broken themselves at that moment, but listening to the sound of their repairing made him wince slightly. The crunching and grinding of bones back into place alerted him to the need of his getting up and freeing the trapped feet even though it'd hurt like hell. The only problem was that it would put him even closer to the woman in leather clothing. Sighing, he glanced balefully towards the girl, and began to whine. It was moreover a sort of whimper that just kept repeating, but less harsh. He knew this creature was annoyed with him as was, and he didn't need to go upsetting it any further with any loud noises. Grabbing his leg, he tried to pull his foot loose, but from his current angle, he'd be incapable of doing so easily.
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"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
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Postby Constaniana » Thu Jan 30, 2014 7:18 pm

The ability Nature Elementals possessed to consciously alter the pheromones their bodies emitted to better communicate or influence those around them was utterly incredible; a skill other Elementals couldn't hope to copy. But, it was still susceptible to failure or imperfections. Elementals might have been superior to humans in many regards, but they were still fallible. The feral Elemental hadn't fully recovered from his injuries the previous night, so some errors were likely.

The pheromones the wild man were emitting accidentally changed from the ones of meekness and submission, to something more...sensual. If pheromones came with a soundtrack Natalie might hear some slow, sweet saxaphone playing in the background as the strange man looked at her and whined, suggestivley trying to remove his foot from the hole.
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Natalie barely resisted the urge to facepalm once again. "All right, so you don't speak, um... words. Wonderful. I'll try somethi- oh." At that point, Ero-san decided it was a good time to go ahead and shatter his ankles. "Joy." remarked Natalie, completely deadpan. "Are you done? Good. Let me just try to-" The second interruption was the wave of sex pheromones hitting her. "A-ahn..." was the first thing to exit her mouth. The second thing was a more controlled "Oh..." Nature elementals' pheromones were rather potent; she'd used her own before, but hadn't ever been hit by them. Her face flushed, but she kept a lid on it- only because she knew what pheromones were. "S-stop that..." she blurted, rather embarassed at having shown weakness. Then she remembered he didn't speak at all. So instead, she tried to speak in an animal language. If you are at all aware of animal linguistics, you know that their communications are largely body language-based. So, trying her best (and very nearly failing) to ignore the voice in her head that was practically screaming for her to reciprocate the pheromonal display, she instead set aside her weapons and shield, got down on all fours and used a combination of body language and meowing to communicate, in wildcat, her intent. Natalie was sort of sure that was what she was saying. Like, 70% sure. Ok, like 50%... or, um, 40%. Something like that. Maybe Erosen spoke cat, or maybe he'd mistake it for some kind of sex thing. Either way, hilarity was bound to ensue.
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Postby Constaniana » Fri Jan 31, 2014 10:16 am

Curiously enough, Ero-San would find himself affected by his own pheromones, which would probably have some influence on his reaction to a well-toned redhead wearing leather on all fours and meowing at him.
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Constaniana wrote:Curiously enough, Ero-San would find himself affected by his own pheromones, which would probably have some influence on his reaction to a well-toned redhead wearing leather on all fours and meowing at him.


Oh, oh my Erosen stopped, he was feeling rather peculiar now. She was, erm, not aggressive nor hungry? He was confused, and he was very upset now, his ankles were beginning to heal up, and his feet were still stuck, and this, girl was on all fours trying to do a very interesting take on the mountain cats he'd run into. He suddenly was beginning to feel, pressured, but he needed to get out of here right now, and boy did he feel most peculiar. The girl, she, was, um, like a waterfall over a cliff. Like the falling of the fire-orb into the Southlands, she was, beautiful? He didn't actually know the words to quantify how she appeared right now, but that wasn't all that seemed to be affected. He smiled, for the first time, revealing his startlingly white teeth. They stayed astonishingly bleached, had to do with the natural minerals he usually had more than enough of in his water back home in his old forest.

She was meowing rather, interesting, as well. It was a dialect he wasn't certain of, but it seemed to come across as a highly inquisitive remark. Coupled with the sudden lack of bulk caused by her weapons and shield no longer on her person allowing for a decent display of body language, he now knew she wanted to know his identity. On top of everything however, he was picking up false cues from her, but the pain from his feet were causing him great pain blocking out his mind from enterprising on his rather engaged state. On top of it all, now he had the most, peculiar of all sensations of all rising up from deep within. A sort of, rushing, deep down in his heart as his blood began to roar in his ears. His face flushed red with embarrassment as he realized that she was more than likely going to notice the sudden change in his body language. Fighting it, he gave his best impression of a cat simply wanting help.

It was interesting, with his leg still stuck, and ankles still broken for the most part, he had to settle for getting up into a half crouch and arching his back up and away from hole. most felines he knew of operated linguistically by warning others of dangers, or asking for assistance with certain actions by moving up and away from the source of their danger. On top of all that, he was also beginning to yowl. Hopefully the declaration of his pain, coupled with frantic body language angled to show that he was in danger by the trapped members of his body in the hole below, and that he needed the said extremities extracted immediately or else he would be in danger of more pain then his (attempted) escape should of resulted in.
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Kassaran wrote:
Constaniana wrote:Curiously enough, Ero-San would find himself affected by his own pheromones, which would probably have some influence on his reaction to a well-toned redhead wearing leather on all fours and meowing at him.


Oh, oh my Erosen stopped, he was feeling rather peculiar now. She was, erm, not aggressive nor hungry? He was confused, and he was very upset now, his ankles were beginning to heal up, and his feet were still stuck, and this, girl was on all fours trying to do a very interesting take on the mountain cats he'd run into. He suddenly was beginning to feel, pressured, but he needed to get out of here right now, and boy did he feel most peculiar. The girl, she, was, um, like a waterfall over a cliff. Like the falling of the fire-orb into the Southlands, she was, beautiful? He didn't actually know the words to quantify how she appeared right now, but that wasn't all that seemed to be affected. He smiled, for the first time, revealing his startlingly white teeth. They stayed astonishingly bleached, had to do with the natural minerals he usually had more than enough of in his water back home in his old forest.

She was meowing rather, interesting, as well. It was a dialect he wasn't certain of, but it seemed to come across as a highly inquisitive remark. Coupled with the sudden lack of bulk caused by her weapons and shield no longer on her person allowing for a decent display of body language, he now knew she wanted to know his identity. On top of everything however, he was picking up false cues from her, but the pain from his feet were causing him great pain blocking out his mind from enterprising on his rather engaged state. On top of it all, now he had the most, peculiar of all sensations of all rising up from deep within. A sort of, rushing, deep down in his heart as his blood began to roar in his ears. His face flushed red with embarrassment as he realized that she was more than likely going to notice the sudden change in his body language. Fighting it, he gave his best impression of a cat simply wanting help.

It was interesting, with his leg still stuck, and ankles still broken for the most part, he had to settle for getting up into a half crouch and arching his back up and away from hole. most felines he knew of operated linguistically by warning others of dangers, or asking for assistance with certain actions by moving up and away from the source of their danger. On top of all that, he was also beginning to yowl. Hopefully the declaration of his pain, coupled with frantic body language angled to show that he was in danger by the trapped members of his body in the hole below, and that he needed the said extremities extracted immediately or else he would be in danger of more pain then his (attempted) escape should of resulted in.


Ero-san's struggling reminded Natalie that his feet were stuck, and so, mind still fogged by lust, she helped him pull them out of the ground. The way she was turned, her toned butt was right there, shaking in his face. What this communicated in wildcat she didn't even think about. Perhaps it was subconscious- Natalie's instincts, at least, were instructing her in no uncertain terms to pounce. She turned to look at Ero-san once she'd freed his feet... and realized his flagpole was, um, "standing at full attention". Her face immediately flushed even redder than before, and despite her best efforts, her pheromonal floodgates, too, were thrown wide open. Natalie froze for several moments. Her hand, still on Ero-san's ankle, subconsciously made its way slowly up his leg.
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Natalie was in the midst of passionately kissing Ero-San, her hands reaching further up the wild Elemental's leg when she noticed she was no longer in a forest, or even on Gaiaca for that matter. The two Nature Elementals on the verge of making the birds and the bees found themselves teleporting into the area with the others, as a result of wibbly-wobbly-dimensionality generated from the group passing through the Inferno a few minutes ago. The couple happened to land right on the backs of the demons at the top of the corpse pile. How romantic.

"Oh, the wild kid joins us again. Goody," Richard remarked, not too fazed by the sudden entrance.

"By the Host, get a room," Kroisoto said. "Wait...you're that woman from the Galloping Mare...Natalia, was it?" The blueblood asked, looking away from the demon corpses and checking the room once again.

"What's that smell?" Aldraniri inquired, as Natalie and Ero-San's pheromones were still raging away. "Does the hemp-head need to take a bath or something?"

"Err...." Richard trailed off, wondering whether to tell the naive lad what the odour from Natalie and Erosen really meant. "Something like that. I'll tell you when you're older."
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Postby Agritum » Mon Feb 03, 2014 2:59 pm

Constaniana wrote:Natalie was in the midst of passionately kissing Ero-San, her hands reaching further up the wild Elemental's leg when she noticed she was no longer in a forest, or even on Gaiaca for that matter. The two Nature Elementals on the verge of making the birds and the bees found themselves teleporting into the area with the others, as a result of wibbly-wobbly-dimensionality generated from the group passing through the Inferno a few minutes ago. The couple happened to land right on the backs of the demons at the top of the corpse pile. How romantic.

"Oh, the wild kid joins us again. Goody," Richard remarked, not too fazed by the sudden entrance.

"By the Host, get a room," Kroisoto said. "Wait...you're that woman from the Galloping Mare...Natalia, was it?" The blueblood asked, looking away from the demon corpses and checking the room once again.

"What's that smell?" Aldraniri inquired, as Natalie and Ero-San's pheromones were still raging away. "Does the hemp-head need to take a bath or something?"

"Err...." Richard trailed off, wondering whether to tell the naive lad what the odour from Natalie and Erosen really meant. "Something like that. I'll tell you when you're older."

Charlie trailed behind Kroisoto, frantically scribbling notes on her notebook. "Incredible! I would have never expected to get this close to an inferno! Uh, look at those, sir Kroisoto!"

Charlie pointed to some orangey, ear-shaped mushrooms growing near the walls of the inferno. "Demonic mushrooms! I heard that, in ancient times, they were sought after due to the incredibly lethal poison which could be extracted from them, which is capable of sending victims in a long, irreversible coma."

Charlie hurriedly tore some of the mushrooms away, depositing them in her bag. "I can't wait to bring these to the botanical society back at the capital!"

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Agritum wrote:Charlie trailed behind Kroisoto, frantically scribbling notes on her notebook. "Incredible! I would have never expected to get this close to an inferno! Uh, look at those, sir Kroisoto!"

Charlie pointed to some orangey, ear-shaped mushrooms growing near the walls of the inferno. "Demonic mushrooms! I heard that, in ancient times, they were sought after due to the incredibly lethal poison which could be extracted from them, which is capable of sending victims in a long, irreversible coma."

Charlie hurriedly tore some of the mushrooms away, depositing them in her bag. "I can't wait to bring these to the botanical society back at the capital!"

Kroisoto immediately lost interest in talking with Natalie or asking about why she was doing what she was doing with the wild man or how they suddenly appeared in the inferno. For some reason the young nobleman couldn't explain Charlie had a lovely way of effortlessly waltzing in and becoming the centre of his attention.

"That's fascinating, Charlie," said Kroisoto, walking over to the Southemen lass and looking at the strange mushrooms she pointed out. "So how is the poison supposed to come out? It's not through skin contact, is it?" He asked, concern in his voice.
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Postby Constaniana » Tue Feb 04, 2014 10:20 am

As Kroisoto went over to Charlie, Richard went back to inspecting the demon corpse mound.

"Well, Tristan, I'm not so sure we can move on just yet. And when we do I imagine we'll run into whatever did this to these demons anyway," he said to the Ice Elemental, lifting one of the bodies off to inspect it more clearly.

"Mr. Eric, not to be prying, but what sort of people do you sell demon horns to?" Aldraniri asked the old soldier.
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Postby Agritum » Tue Feb 04, 2014 10:54 am

Constaniana wrote:
Agritum wrote:Charlie trailed behind Kroisoto, frantically scribbling notes on her notebook. "Incredible! I would have never expected to get this close to an inferno! Uh, look at those, sir Kroisoto!"

Charlie pointed to some orangey, ear-shaped mushrooms growing near the walls of the inferno. "Demonic mushrooms! I heard that, in ancient times, they were sought after due to the incredibly lethal poison which could be extracted from them, which is capable of sending victims in a long, irreversible coma."

Charlie hurriedly tore some of the mushrooms away, depositing them in her bag. "I can't wait to bring these to the botanical society back at the capital!"

Kroisoto immediately lost interest in talking with Natalie or asking about why she was doing what she was doing with the wild man or how they suddenly appeared in the inferno. For some reason the young nobleman couldn't explain Charlie had a lovely way of effortlessly waltzing in and becoming the centre of his attention.

"That's fascinating, Charlie," said Kroisoto, walking over to the Southemen lass and looking at the strange mushrooms she pointed out. "So how is the poison supposed to come out? It's not through skin contact, is it?" He asked, concern in his voice.

"No, Sir Kroisoto. Rather, the mushrooms need to be chopped and stomped into a fine paste, which can be then diluted into water to synthetize the poison. I heard that demons apparently have a liking for these mushrooms, due to their very strong taste and flavoury tissue."

Charlie glanced at Kroisoto, smiling. "Well, I'm ready to go on, sir. Even if it may be dangerous, this trip is going to give us a wealth of knowledge about the demonic world.2

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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Tue Feb 04, 2014 12:20 pm

Constaniana wrote:As Kroisoto went over to Charlie, Richard went back to inspecting the demon corpse mound.

"Well, Tristan, I'm not so sure we can move on just yet. And when we do I imagine we'll run into whatever did this to these demons anyway," he said to the Ice Elemental, lifting one of the bodies off to inspect it more clearly.

"Mr. Eric, not to be prying, but what sort of people do you sell demon horns to?" Aldraniri asked the old soldier.


Tristan listened to Richard, not understanding why they couldn't move on already, though he did think that in some way it was a relief. He didn't really want to run into whatever did... that... to the demons. Either way, he turned around, trying to overcome his aversion, and looked at the corpse mountain once again.

It was... A bit different from what he remembered.

"When did they..." He began, but shook his head. That probably wasn't important, anyway.

Tristan then went to look around the chamber. If they couldn't move on just yet, maybe he could find something interesting.
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