Sanglion: The Darkrai Chronicles

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When Owain arrived, he unwillingly drew in a sharp breath.
This, this place, it is the oldest place I have ever seen, and it is... amazing...
Crystal and Majo had followed Owain in quietly and were mostly paying no attention whatsoever to anything else.
The Old priest King clapped, and Owain quickly turned to face the Old man.

Owain, for the most part, listened intently.

After the King's speech, Owain followed the Armored Knight, not really knowing what he meant when he said golems. He wrinkled his nose at the smell, but still went on, following Orwell.
 
Therin knew to obey the priest-king, so he followed a few feet behind Owain. Nearly gagging at the smell, he walked along, trying not to complain. He honestly did not really know what was happening, all he knew was that something was attacking the city and he needed to get out.

"What exactly do you mean by golems?" He said loudly to the knight, curious as to what they actually were, "I am just curious, is all."
 
Sapphire's nostrils were met with the fowl stench that swamped the dry and ancient air. She coughed a little, almost tasting the stink. She followed the others keeping a watchful eye on everything. The walls around her, and the distant noises from outside. What was attacking?

She heard a male speak, he asked a question about Golems. She had did a little study about them herself, but was she corrected?

"Is it by any chance Golems which are magical creatures that are made from rock? Or do you mean the type of Familiar which has been named 'Golem'?"

Sapphire was curious as well.
 
Tinras was surprised to see the Priest-King in this state. He was among the strongest on the continent, and still he was sick. Tinras listened to every word he said. The Priest-King was one of the few he humans he respected. -Chosen? Prophesy? What was he talking about? Tinras thought. He was merely confused. He followed the knight closely, and could easily see his reflection in the armor. The smell of the old hallway didn't mind Tinras. It rather reminded him of Dissisolum, his familliar. He read another verse on the wall:

They operor non ago they pugna ut vallo. Nunquam have they deficio quod they nunquam died. Quis can attero lemma?
 
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As the pungent stench of decaying wood besieged her sense of smell, Alestriana instinctively reached behind her and pulled at the fabric bound about her waist. Whilst following the male named Orwell, she smothered her mouth and nostrils with the material, trying to stifle the aroma that made her feel nauseous.

There had been nothing in the registration document that mentioned an obligation such as this, nothing that spoke of Priest-Kings and the Magehaunt. The Magehaunt- whilst Alestriana had not dealt with them personally, the woman possessed a considerable amount of knowledge concerning various incidents involving members of a sect with that particular name (admittedly one did acquire some useful information whilst traversing the 'underworld' in pursuit of assigned bounties). Thus she understood the severity of the situation, and the consequences that would ensue if the doomed gentleman's commands were disobeyed- which was partially the reason for her yet again berating the actions of her fellow champions, the other being that she generally disliked hearing chitter-chatter. Or perhaps she was just slightly rattier than usual, due to the discomfort of being in an unplanned scenario.

"Idiots..." She mumbled behind her scarf. "Can't your curiosity hold out until we get to safety?"
 
Sapphire's attention was absorbed by the women who had named her and the others who had spoke, 'idiots'. Sapphire was certainly not going to settle with being dubbed that, but at the same time she didn't want any trouble to brew, considering the palace was already in an emergency order and Sapphire had no clue about what was attacking. Since she had never been in a situation like this before, Sapphire was rather calm not knowing the full dangers that lurked beyond the walls. She took a deep breath in, and soon chocked on the disgusting stench and stale air. She coughed, which made the wood around them crumble a little. She sighed and wished to apologize but had no voice to do so.

The young teenager's attention shifted back onto the thought of being named an 'Idiot'. Surely if Sapphire said anything back to the women, it would only result in more insults thrown her way. She sulked to herself a little. Still young, she didn't expect to be able to put up much of a fight against a women with more experience. Taking this into consideration, Sapphire concluded not to say anything back in her defence. There was enough problems as it was, but she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"If I'm such an idiot why am I here?" It was a whisper, but there was most likely someone with good ears who could pick up on each word clearly.
 
Calling Blayde into it's runestone Alexander hurried after the others, turning his nose at the acrid smell that breached his nostrils as he entered the dusty old tunnel. He coughed a little as it irritated his throat. The tunnel quite obviously hadn't been used in years, highlighting the dire need of the situation, which made Alexander all the more worried. Where do we tie in to all this? He thought, I thought we'd only won a tournament...

He heard a couple of others calling out questions about the creatures they were required to awaken and, he too was curious about the nature of these "Golems." He'd reasoned that they weren't the familiars that shared the name, considering that they were to be "activated" an unusal term for merely releasing them from a runestone and they must of been of considerable power bearing in mind that they were being relied upon to defend the city. I suppose I shall see.
 
Apparitions, created of ice and rock, were arrayed before them when Orwell led them to the end of the passage, into a high room rather reminiscent of the palace and not of this dank place. Roofed with a silvery metal glinting in the light of the eternal flame torches of the walls, the room was filled with the apparitions.

"March, golems of the kings. March and protect the palace." Orwell chanted a few verses of an unknown language after that; but it seemed to do the trick for the apparitions, disappearing into the walls.

"Now, we must leave. The armies of the Magehaunt will be here soon. RES REGIA EST SUCCURERE LAPSIS!"

-Passphrase recognized-

The back wall of the previously dead end opened to reveal a shimmering portal.

"Go on, go into it. I'll act as the vanguar-" Orwell was cut off by a loud explosion. "GO NOW!"

Two black-robed men, hoods on their faces, appeared before the company. "Heheh.. no one escapes the Magehaunt forever. Not even you, Orwell. The Priest-King took you in to protect you, but what can he do now? Go, Poisonwing!" He put his hand into his pocket, and a second later, his Familiar appeared - a Crobat.

"And me, as well." Smirked the other man, silent until now. "Attack, Barghest!"

An Absol appeared alongside the Crobat, horn pulsing with energy. Orwell grimaced. "Flee or fight?"
 
Alestriana's senses were alleviated of the stifling atmosphere within the dank passage as they emerged into yet another area, therefore the woman took the time to coil the scarf about her waist as the knight busied himself with something trivial or other. The spectacle of what she assumed were the golems effortlessly passing through the walls did not pique her interest in any way; rather she was keen to evacuate this place as soon as possible. However, their escape was foiled by the apparition of two ebony-clad figures, declaring the name of the assailants- the Magehaunt.

For the first time that day her expression underwent a metamorphosis, a ghost of a smile darting across her lips before she sobered. Staring at either Familiar in turn, she clicked her tongue in a manner that conveyed disappointment, reaching into a hidden pocket stitched at the back of her tunic and activating a Runestone (not before tracing a finger across the stone to ensure whether she had selected the correct one). Summoning a yellow-bodied creature with a menacing, jaw-like horn protruding from her head, Alestriana assumed a stance indicating her will to try her luck against these two intruders. She didn't give a damn about the knight, or her fellow champions; the woman was simply spurred on by the rush of adrenaline that suddenly surged through her veins, elevating her heart rate and bestowing upon her a rush that she had not had the fortune to experience since her final match.

"Natael!" She cried to her partner, their combined abilities causing Alestriana's ensemble to emanate a grey light, which then faded to unveil a version coated in a layer of metal. The woman then clutched at the weapon anchored to her hip, the jagged, metallic lash gleaming menacingly within the luminance of the torches as she tugged at the fall with a now gauntlet-adorned hand, unravelling the whip for her opponents to see. The Mawile beside her cast a concerned glance up at the woman before focusing upon the other Familiars.

"If any of you get in my way, I swear that these new arrivals won't be the only ones to get a taste of my whip!" Alestriana barked to the remainder of the humans. "That includes you, knight!" With a snarl, she addressed the two Magehaunt. "I suppose you two lack the manners to allow for ladies such as myself to go first- which is no matter, I will defeat you! Give it your best, then you'll be able to hold your heads up high as you rot in jail."
 
As Tinras stepped into the room, he finally opened his respiratory systems, as the foul smell started to wear off, obviously because of the primitive, but present ventilation system. Tinras noticed the ice/rock robot-like things lined up by the walls. They looked like badly executed copies of familiars. Could these really save the palace? While Tinras was wondering why he was there, two additional people entered the room. They were hooded, more or less like Tinras, but their aura was far more sinister, and felt lethal. They started a quick, and quite annoying conversation with the knight, and sent out two familiars. One was purple and blue, and looked like a winged mammal. The other sent out a serene feline, colored black and white.

Tinras glanced towards the two powerful Familiars. The Magehaunt was his destined arch-enemy. He should have gone for the kill. But no, this really wasn't his fight; it was the knight, Orwell's fight. Nothing to do with it, Tinras would surely be in the way. As the previously silent woman of the group challenged the two evil humans, he jumped into the portal. Tinras was only inside the portal for some seconds. Everything was dark, but a strong wind blew around his body. And suddenly, the sun shined over Tinras.

He stood on a rocky field, with grass growing out of the dry crag. Tinras immediately recognized the foot of the Cirnon Mountains. No portal was in sight, so the portal must have had some kind of random teleporting function. After a couple of minutes with scanning the situation and his circumstances, Tinras sat down, and let out his two familiars; Dissisolum and Ventumira. One of them was a big, hovering ball of stinking, dried sludge, with a stench that slowly oozed out of the craters of the disguist. A beige skull-likemarking covered the lower part of the ball, the upper part being his face. The Koffing started hovering weirdly around, making odd sounds. The other familiar was apparently a bird, colored brown and tan, and long yellow and red feathered lied elegantly down her head and neck. The Pidgeotto seemed to be ashamed over her cooperate. The three of them started eating some of Tinras' provisions…
 
Therin was quite surprized when hecame out of that dark, dank, foul-smelling passage to see the golems. He was heading towards the portal, when the two en suddenly appeared. Before he even turned around, Therin sensed how evil they were. Turning around, and mumbling the words for the Protection from Evil incantation, which sent a tingle through his body, he saw the two familiars they had released. He took one of his runestones, mumbled a few magic words, and out came a stream of light that became a green human-like being with a large circular waist. It seemed to be wearing some sort of white garment, and had red horns on its chest and back.

Just then, he saw the woman with bright red hair release her own familiar. When she said what she did, he knew that he probably shouldn't help her, which he was glad that he could get out. However, he didn't want to be useless, so he casted another Protection from Evil incantation on the female and her familiar, and left the room with his familiar right behind him.

(OOC: Ugh, writer's block)
 
Sapphire was soon freed from the foul and stale air of the old passage way. When she entered yet another area, she was relieved that she could actually breathe. Sapphire looked at Orwell, who was sending commandments to some large creatures. He was speaking in some different language, muttering the peculiar words as a chant. Sapphire scratched her head, confused by the new language. She had no idea what he was saying, but the huge ice and rock creatures seemed to respond to him. They must have been the golems that were earlier mentioned. So it was not the Familiar that shared the same name. Sapphire watched them disappear through the walls of the place.


Orwell then muttered something else, and before all the champions was a huge portal. Sapphire was relieved to see that they had now obtained a way out of this place. Just as she stepped forward to jump into the portal, two cloaked figures appeared before them all. Sapphire was struck down by how much darkness their aura was spewing out. There was no doubt about it, that these people were what she had heard of before. The Magehaunt. To Sapphire, they meant nothing. She had no reason to hate or love them, but knew they were a dark gang and if they ever came into power it would not be good. Sapphire rallied up Vaporeon and Riolu followed wanting a bit of the action. The two men had released weird looking familiars from their runestones and it was clear they wanted a battle. Sapphire was about to jump into action, but another women got in her way. She glared at the opponents and with a harsh sounding voice, she said for no-one to get in her way.


Sapphire sighed annoyed, but was a little scared of this women. Sapphire knew a young teenage girl, naïve in every way should not even dare to help someone who clearly had the strength to take on both of the Magehaunts at once. Sapphire smiled and accepted that the women would be fine on her own. She jumped into the portal, and after a few moments of twisting, swirling and warping, Sapphire had popped out somewhere else. She was surrounded by tall mountains and the path was rocky. Few blades of grass were peeking out from under the rocks and at first it wasn't clear as to where she was. She blinked and wandered where the place could be. She was alone and there was no-one around by here, even though other people had already jumped into the portal. She was in a random part of the Cirnon Mountains all alone.
 
Owain wasn't really sure what to think when he saw the "golem's" lined up, so he mentally chalked it down to "Tek-No-Log-Y" and ignored it.

When the Strange guys in robes appeared, he pulled out his bow.
He heard some one else say something about the Magehaunt, and also someone saying to stay out of their way. Ignoring what they said though, Owain Prepared to take a shot with his bow.
 
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[PokeCommunity.com] Sanglion: The Darkrai Chronicles


Orwell breathed in sharply in surprise. He had not expected that members of the party would be so hasty, and even more that vengeance was a main goal. Getting the party to cohere; it would not be an easy task. He clicked his tongue sharply, a tsk sound, and whirled around-

To see that some of them had already disappeared through the portal.

"Dammit!" Orwell swore softly. Drawing a crystalline rod from the folds of his cloak, he swirled it around in the air near the portal in an intricate pattern. Glowing lines of energy flowed around the shimmering gate, gradually forming an image.

"Now... it's attuned. But... I'll need to round the others up. They could have been teleported to anywhere within a set radius; dammit."

The female Magehaunt member smiled at Orwell's obvious distress. Invoking an invisible blade of air, she forced it towards her challenger, a pressed disk of power. "Who dares to challenge the Magehaunt so blatantly?"

Her male counterpart snickered. "Patience, Belladona." Forming a sphere of dark energy, he created a shield in front of them. "But I'm not about to let you have all the fun." The shield oscillated, undulating in a slow fashion, then shot out a beam of black Aura. "We'll see you counter that."

The air blade flew at Alestriana directly, while the dark pulse was directed at Orwell, who nimbly dodged it despite his heavy armor; but it caused the crystal rod to break in two. Orwell cursed. Then he looked at the remaining champions.

"We'll rendezvous soon. If you cannot find me, go to Cantripham and seek the help of the Archmage there. He is a close friend of the Priest-King's. One of you may come through to the same location with me, and two if you are lucky. But I cannot bet on it." He stepped through the portal, which briefly wavered but held.
 
Natael shuddered as the spell settled over her small yet sturdy form, though her mistress made no endeavours to react to the magician's interference- not when their scenario was beginning to become worthy of her time.

"Hmph, don't tell me that the Magehaunt cannot handle a few blatant challengers," came the woman's grunt, eyes fixated upon the movements of the other female, mind focused on countering the attack that would inevitably be unleashed in her direction. Her whip would not prove as a deterrent to the invisible weapon being manipulated by the Magehaunt; air was a tricky thing to slice through. Thus, Alestriana concentrated on buffing herself, recoiling her arms protectively before her face and willing the soles of her boots to transfigure from rubber to metal, increasing her weight. The Mawile Familiar understood the human's tactics and stood before her, creating a thin sheet of iron between them and the oncoming assault. Then came the knight's words, which brought about a ripple effect resulting in Alestriana diverting from the mental incantation and being effortlessly knocked backwards as Natael slammed into her at full force.

"We'll rendezvous soon. If you cannot find me, go to Cantripham and seek the help of the Archmage there. He is a close friend of the Priest-King's. One of you may come through to the same location with me, and two if you are lucky. But I cannot bet on it."

Cantripham. Where his family resided. A vivid image appeared fleetingly in her mind of a man with bright blue eyes and dark, curly hair which was enough to shatter her concentration and reverse the spell on her boots.

They met their destination with an impact that would have crippled her, had she not been sporting the armoured version of her garb. Sections of the metal were tarnished with scratch marks from the backlash of the whip upon the momentum of being tossed into the portal.

"Ugh," she groaned, removing her face from the solid surface that had broken their fall and instantly scanning for her Familiar. "N-Natael, are you okay?" Sitting upright and removing her gauntlets, Alestriana rubbed her eyes and exhaled deeply. The Familiar sounded weakly from a few feet away, causing the young woman to shakily rise to her feet and stumble over to Natael's side. "Get some rest my friend," she whispered, withdrawing Natael's Runestone and sealing her in the piece of rock.

If only I could be put in a Runestone after something like that... Ugh, how embarrassing- it's all that knight's fault. And the cleric's- his intervention didn't help at all. She sniffed haughtily, tucking a flyaway strand of red hair behind an ear and recovering her gauntlets, which had since been restored to their original form upon dismissing the Mawile. I'd rather stay here... Wherever this is... My guess is somewhere within the Cirnon range... Unless they constructed a mountain in the middle of the ocean... But I promised to punish those who interferred- then there's the factor concerning the Magehaunt.

She recovered to her full height and stretched her aching muscles, tossing her head to one side and then striding off along the ledge, knowing that it would become colder the higher up she was and the later in the day it got.

((Tria landed in the area marked with a purple X. ^_^))
 
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Therin looked around after he and Knifel had walked out of the portal. Mountains surrounded them on three sides, and he could see the dark green of a forest ahead. He started walking, as there was really only one direction he could go. After walking for a few minutes, he decided to also let Bieta out of her runestone. He mumbled a few words, and a strange light came out of the runestone. Out of the light materialized a large, bulky, beaver-like creature that stood to a height of a little above Therin's waist.

"Come, Bieta." He said, motioning her toward him, "we have a lot of walking to do."

((OOC: Short, but I don't have much to say. Oh! Therin's at that orange X))
 
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