OOC: Right now, we are at the fortress of K'eld Ner. My character (The Jade Dragoon) just found a sacrificial altar, where his people were being sacrificed to some demon. The Dark Dragoon (FireKeyBlade) is strapped to a table in Jeraxan's (13th Darkness) Lair. Dont know what Kai, the violet dragoon (Aerith G.) is doing, on the count that she didn't log in. and Cliff, the Gold Dragoon (demonslayer_kyle) and Sophia, the water dragoon (true darkness) are on their way back to the fortress. *stops to catch breath* So I guess you can start by heading to the fortress yourself if you want.
OOC: That's cool, just start at anytime, and welcome.
OOC: So your dragoon is basically twilight?
OOC: Sure, knock yourself out.
Sorry, the Violet dragoon is already taken, but we do need a new red eye dragoon.
OOC: Most are from the Demonium War, but some of the corpses have been more.......recently killed. BIC: "I'm sorry, boy. I had no idea...." "Don't be, the only thing I can do is avenge their deaths." "Right. You best go find the others."
OOC: I was just getting to that! BIC: Walls stained with blue blood, Keldon corpses, wings ripped from their bodies, strange drawings around an altar. "My god, they were sacrificing my people to some demon....." Michael gagged and puked. "This is terrible......who would stoop so low to do this?" "That's what I want to know. If I find out, I will have their head on a pike." Michael ran from the room.
OOC: I wish it would quit raining in my area. Makes me feel I'm living in Burmecia. BIC: Michael put the orb of orcrist back in his pack. "Have to keep this thing put away...." He accidentally stepped on a loose tile, and the throne moved aside, revealing a staircase. "What's down there?" Michael walked down the stairs and entered a hidden room under the fortress. There he saw an image of utter horror.
OOC: Stupid computer tried to double post on me. BIC: "I have got to find the others. I've been a complete jerk." "Yes you have." "I wasn't talking to you, dragon."
Michael meditated to clear his mind. "There, now you are using that head of yours." He stood up. "It's about time." Michael pulled out the flute to guide the souls. "Don't bother, these souls have been here far too long for you to do anything. Someone with greater power will have to guide them." "I guess so......"
OOC: I never went offline, just got busy at work. Hopefully will get to leave soon. But at the moment, my character is too grief-stricken to do anything.... BIC: "Come on, snap out of it. It's not that big of a deal." "What the hell do you know?! When you have heard those souls cry out for mercy and praying to be released from their torment, then try telling me it's no big deal! Most of those souls were my own people that had been slaughtered!" "I know that, but sitting there, crying like a little baby isn't going to do anything. You have to get on your feet."
Michael collapsed on the floor, horrified by what he heard. Kai tried to comfort him, but Michael pushed her away. "Go away! Leave me alone!" He broke out into tears "Just leave me alone, okay!" He sat there, sobbing, trying to get the voices out of his head.
"Quick, Michael! You must get rid of the orb!" Michael barely had the strength to maintain his sanity. He struggled to grab the orb of orcrist and threw it against the wall. It didn't break, but at least he stopped hearing the voices of the dead. "My god...such pain and agony....from a war that never should have happened..." He was breathing heavily as he tried to stand up.
Michael heard the cries of pain and anguish of the tormented souls in the recesses of his mind. The pain was unberable. He fell to his knees, clenching his head in agonizing pain and screamed. "Stop....Get out of my mind...."
"That accursed war....the very reason my people lie on the verge of extinction." Michael clenched his fist in rage.
Michael pulled out the orb of orcrist again. Once more it shined a pale green light. "Why is the orb activating? Unless there are other souls nearby..." Slowly, souls of fallen knights and keldon warriors appeared in the room. "No....This couldn't be....." "But it is, boy. This is the Fortress of K'eld Ner, one of the human's bases during the Demonium War."
"Sorry I overreacted, Sophia. It's just that the rain brings up bad memories for me...."
Michael went back inside and took off his armor, leaving him dressed in the black robe he wore underneath. He sat the armor on the stone floor and let it dry out as he shook water from his wings. "Why couldn't these things be waterproof?" The jade dragon laughed "You look like a drowned rat." "Not now, dragon."
"Cut it out, Sophia! I'll never get my wings dry now!"
"Might as well try out my new power. Never know when I will have to use it." Michael summoned his sword and went out to the courtyard. He focused the winds as Fenrir had instructed him to. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. Michael ran and swung his sword at the raindrops. When he stopped, time resumed its normal flow. All of the raindrops he slashed split open and smaller drops splashed on the ground.
