The Paths of Tragedy - Page 15

March 15, 2008, 4:04 AM

"You are correct in that we cant foretell the outcome. The darkness is awaiting a return at the right moment. The ancient prophecy is happening like it was foretold."

Hejaloki knew he wanted to know more. He planted his staff in the ground.

"I can see you want to know more. Like where is Julius and how to find Hejaloki."

Just then Julius wearing his all white disguise came up next to Hejaloki. Cairn will only be able to see the eyes of the Julius. Nothing more or less.

March 15, 2008, 4:17 AM

Surprised by the last assumption made by the mysterious man, what surprised Cairn the most was how accurate the man was when he mentioned Julius. This made Cairn feel uneasy, yet he did not felt threatened by this apparent act of "mind-reading", instead he felt intrigued by it. "I see you've read my thoughts. Indeed, I have a friend who is seeking for this "Julius", and as for myself, I am quite curious about this character, "Hejaloki", and his relation with the darkness..." Cairn mentioned as he carefully examined the other mysterious person, some sort of white robe, his head covered by a white hood and his face made rather barely recognizable, for it was hidden underneath a mask of white cloth. Since he wasn't able to tell the other person's identity, Cairn centered his attention on the other man who had been revealing him most of the prophesies. "Do you know anything about him? Any information might be useful if it leads us to him."

So it could be the time of reunion, but seeing that Julius showed signs of being slowly corrupted by the darkness, would it be really wise to expose him now knowing that the imperial army might be after him for being the only true heir and ruler of Aldabra?

March 15, 2008, 4:36 AM

"Hejaloki was betrayed by his friend Archzil many thousand years ago. Archzil became the darkness. The chapel may have more of Hejaloki if you wish to read about him and the darkness. To find Julius you must find those clues in the north, at Celesta. I suggest airship if you wish to make the journey. With that I must bid you farewell I am late in meeting with the king."

Celesta is the lost city of magic. Hidden in the north and guarded by magical puzzles. These puzzles can be fatal.

As Hejaloki and Julius walk by Cairn. Hejaloki laid a hand on Cairns shoulder showing him the way to Celesta and a brief glimpse of the future if to fail. When they pasted by Cairn they teleported a street over. Cairn will not have seen them teleport...

March 15, 2008, 4:49 AM

"Celesta...." Cairn had once read about this ancient city only in books and ancient scrolls kept in the Library of the City of Palacious. Thought to exist only in legend, and said that the ruins that were believed to be this city were just a mistake, yet this man showed him the path to Celesta. According to ancient folklore, Celesta was the city were the greatest Order of Mages was said to exist, people of great wisdom and power. It was also believed based on the ancient texts that the downfall of this city was brought by their very own power, for they had drawn the darkness to them and allowed it to infest the city like a virus entering our bloodstream, corrupting our flesh and soul. Could it be true that the city does exists? If it was true, then Cairn would try to investigate the ruins after having an audience with the king. The king, a man of renown wisdom, Cairn's only hope for guidance. Though he wasn't sure of being able to rely on the king's knowledge, for it has been blinded by the grief brought to his soul due to his dying kingdom. Lost in his thoughts, he remembered that Gade, Jonad and Arthvader stayed behind. I wonder if they've arrived already, Cairn told to himself as he walked back towards the "Silver Stallion" Inn.

March 15, 2008, 4:30 PM

As he arrived at the city of Palacious. Arthvader was stopped by some guards. "Stop. What's you name, and what's your business here?" The guards said as they await his Answer. "My name is Arthvader. I'm here on business with Cairn." "Did you just say Cairn? he just entered a little while ago. Please, come in." "Thanks." The guards then opened the gate to the city, allowing Arthvader access to the city. Once inside, He left his horse at the stables. Afterwards He walked towards the Silver Stallion Inn. As he entered, He decided to sit at one of the chairs in the lobby.

March 15, 2008, 6:06 PM

As Damian prepared to engage this angry... Thing, he took note of it's eyes, pulsing red with anger now. Suddenly he charged forward in a quick and heavy lunge. Damian managed to strike the blade with his staff, knocking it off course. The demon managed to hit him with his hard shoulder, knocking Damian back, his determination kept him standing. Damian quickly ran back to the end of a broken wall, he then readied one of his strongest spells, the Fire cannon. As he began charging the cannon the demon ran forward, when he was only a yard away the cannon opened fire, incinerating the demon... Or so he thought, after the dust had fallen and the scorched ground was shown, the demon still stood. He was completely burnt and his fur was alight and wild-looking. Seeing a disadvantage he transformed into his demon form and fled into the sky.

As Damian seemed to escape his more serious state... He fell to his hands and knees, weakened. That spell had broken the ruby on his staff and also had a drastic effect on his stamina. Shortly after Raven approached him and carried him in his arms... He hated this constant attention but his condition forbade his complaining. As Raven carried him back to the inn to rest he blacked out. When he awoke he was in an unrecognisable room... Raven had his back to him and his arms crossed and was looking out of the window. Damian tried to talk but was still quite tired, he ended up blacking out again before long... His frail body was not used to this much drain.

March 16, 2008, 3:21 AM

Hera and Jake stood at the walls of the city. They had not travelled for long, the city itself was only a little ways up the road.

Jake stared at the road. "You know gramps," he muttered, "That thing creeped me out."

Hera nodded, knowing that Jake was referring to the black-robe. "Yes, it gave me the chills too. The way those lives just ended...It was like chaos..."

Jake stood up straighter, moving away from the wall. "Well, we'd better check this out, I guess."

Hera cocked his head amusedly. "You really think so?" He was learning, now, to let Jake do more of the thinking, and allow Jake to do growing on his own. "And why do you think that?"

"Because," Jake sighed, "That thing felt...unnatural." He caught Hera cocking his eyebrow at Jake. "Don't give me that look," Jake scoffed, "You're different. You aren't made of magic and all that, this thing felt as though its blood was nothing but magic."

"Wait a minute, Jake," Hera called. "Let's think this through...we don't know what it is capable of yet, maybe we should just let it...manifest for a while before we engage it."

"And let it end more lives?" Jake rebuked.

"We'll stop it before it takes more lives," Hera sighed. "We have to think this through carefully Jake, we don't know what it's capable of. Let's sit back and monitor this for a while, keep a cool head on it." Jake struggled with himself and then nodded, if hesitantly.

"Fine," he grumbled, "let's wait here until that thing comes..." He sat with his back against the wall, and huffed out audibly. Hera grinned. His grandson needed to be cooled once in a while; that hot head could get him into trouble.

March 16, 2008, 1:06 PM

OOC: Julius, you should take Gade yourself, Ill make him follow, but you get to reply for him.
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Jonad followed Arthvader, which seemed to have little time as he darted ahead.

Jonad shook his head, and nodded at Gade, which followed towards the location that they where to meet Cairn.

"The Silver Stallion" Jonad stated to himself as he neared the city walls

"Halt, who goes there!?" A guard stated
"I am a friend of Cairn, he should have arrived already" Jonad replied
The guard looked curious "He did not enter on my shift" he turned and asked a few of the other guards. "I am sorry, we have no evidence of him entering, so I can not take that as a valid reason."

Jonad sighed, and started again "I am Jonad Sizoc. I am a healer. My business is my own"
the guard turned around and asked the other guards with a low voice. "isn't that the known healer, the one that.." a lot of whispering went along.
and after a minute, he turned back to Jonad. "Your entry is Granted" as the doors opened.

Just as Jonad entered the gates, the guard hated Gade.
Jonad didn't have the chance to say anything, since the doors closed.
Jonad thought that Gade could get them to open the doors himself, he was not one that needed help.

Jonad began looking around, after the mentioned Inn.
After a few minutes looking, he found it.
The sign where a silver stallion, that where on its hind legs. The sign looked like it was fairly expensive.

Jonad took the horse to the stables, and headed for the main door to the Silver Stallion.

March 16, 2008, 2:55 PM

Wylliam followed Hera's and Jake's conversation with a look of being deep in thought. Finally, when Jake huffed and leaned against the wall, a look of comprehension came over Wylliam.

"Wait... we were... fleeing from it?" he asked, perplexed. His look of confusion mutated instantly into a smirk. He closed his eyes, stroked his chin, and said, "Well, he certainly was lucky that I had, understandably, misinterpreted Jake's warning. Ah well." He opened his eyes bowed to Jake and Hera.

"I'm off to meet Cairn and the others at the inn. If that thing does come here, could you do me a favor and send a signal into the sky? I really don't want to miss out on this."

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Skaol stopped his horse. It was one of the rare times that he was not smiling, but not even Skaol could look upon this scene with optimism. Before him stretched a clearing of corpses, some still with their weapons imbedded in their companions. From the look of the bodies' clothing, he assumed them to be bandits. Skaol walked to one of the corpses and turned it over, removing its mask. The look perpetuated on the now lifeless face was not one of anger, malice, or hate. "Fear," he whispered to himself.

'Could this have been the doing of those I pursue?' he wondered as he closed the eyes of the late brigand. He shook his head, got up, and walked over to a nearby tree. Skaol drew his rapier and hacked off a piece of bark about three feet long and two feet wide. "I am afraid this is all I can do for you. My mission will have to wait." Saying that, he walked to the edge of the clearing and began to dig with the bark the first of several graves.