An Adventure in Black - Chapter II

[Quáel]

Quáel was surrounded by the annoying vapors once again. But this time it was different, because once the fog cleared away, she was in an unfamiliar part of the treacherous forest. Not that any of the forest was familiar to Quáel, but now something else was missing, the entire party.

She was left alone, surrounded by nightmarish visions that she created in her imagination of the dark, overshadowing forest. Long, cackling faces began appearing on the trunks of trees. They began taunting her, but Quáel had to get her bearings, she took a breath, and tried to find her way back to the party.

Quáel didn't have any orientation while in the depths of the forest, being intimidated in a forest, that was a foreign feeling to her. But this forest wasn't like others, it was infested with dark creatures that Quáel had never seen before.

There was a source of light coming from somewhere in the distance, a small clearing could barely be seen. A fire, that could be good, or bad, thought Quáel, well there was no point in sitting around. She went towards the clearing, as she got closer, her foot steps and all movements became minimal and silent. Quáel hid behind a brush and saw a shelter, fire, and a man.

Gilith?. . . Is that you?

[Gilith]

"Quael!" Gilith said stopping his sword midswing. "I thought I heard some one coming!" After a sigh and another drink of whiskey he said "your lucky you said something."

Gilith took a breath leaned against a tree and said "You better be able to use that sword of your cause we are in a mess of trouble."

He thrust forward the skin of whiskey. He was not much of a drinker and he thought that the skin was far to full.

"trust me if you drink a little now it will help for later."

[Quáel]

Quáel looked at the skin full of whiskey, she never really drank much, it wasn't in her nature.
Sure, I wouldn't usually accept, but this forest makes it almost necessary to drink a little, if you don't want to go crazy.
She grabbed the skin, took an abnormally large gulp, then handed it back to Gilith, Thanks
It seemed Gilith had gone through some ordeal while he was alone in the clearing, What happened to you?
Then she noticed the dead bodies, wolves maybe, she wasn't sure, Quáel awaited the response of her companion.

[Gilith]

"These Damned beasts attacked me!" He said as he nudged the head of the demon creature.

"I met another demon as well. He gave me this shoulder wound."

Every word that he said was said with hate. "Of course theres going to be more of them."

When he said this he looked at a spot where he heard some thing move.  Out of the shadows came a growling demon creature.

"Quael draw your sword!"

[Quáel]

Instantly Quáel drew her sword, she was not a stranger to this "game." She was a skilled fighter, and wanted to prove she would be useful for the days of battle that would surely come.

The beast launched itself directly at Quáel, she had just enough time to make a defensive manuver with her sword, but the strength of the beast sent her flying back.

Immediately the demon wolf made a second strike, mouth wide open, ready to sink its teeth into the female elf's flesh, and it did. A line of bite marks covered Quáel's fore arm, warm blood was leaking out of the open wounds.

This time Quáel struck quicker than the beast, she was angry, and stabbed right through its heart, if it had one.Within about 5 seconds of quivering and trembling, it took its last breath, and fell silent.

She looked over at Gilith, she was quite shaken up, but somehow suppressed a smile. 

[Ridgen Sú'ufanán]

It all happened very quickly. A second ago, Ridgen was conscious of both the human and his employer's presence. Then the mist thickened... and he ended up in the middle of nowhere. Completely separated from the rest.

The elf took a while to adjust to his surroundings - yes, he was still in the forest... but no, he had no idea where he was. The elf's brow creased into a frown - for the first time in ages. Perhaps he sho-

"Do you have it?"

A question. From the most unexpected source. Behind the elf stood the demon that had survived the mess at the inn. He looked pissed.

"You look pissed off," Ridgen said bluntly. There was no doubt that it would-

"Answer my question!" Predictable.
"What question?"
"Do you have it?" the demon was getting more and more irritated. It was what the elf had intended, and he knew it.
"What, my virginity? Yes, so don't tou-" the magician's dry humour was cut off by an angry voice - most definitely not for the last time.
"THE BOX! Do you have the box?!" the demon was closer, this time. Ridgen had to step back a little to keep a proper distance.
"Ooooooh. That. Yes, I have it." A lie. He had three boxes. Neither of which is the box that the demon was after.
"Give it to me... and I will think about sparing your life." At this, the demon drew a dagger threateningly.
"Ew. No. I'm not about to lose my vir-"
"Give me the box!" This is fun.

"Alright. I'll give you the box." From the inside of his coat, the elf began to procure a black box - a little black box that came with the pocketwatch, to house it - and when it almost came into full view of the demon, just before the box was shown to be very obviously fake, the elf pulled the most basic trick up his sleeve - scatterred the water ounia that makes up the demon's attention. Then he ran for it.

It wasn't too long 'til the demon caught up to him, though. Which wasn't a good thing, as far as Ridgen was concerned.

"I'll kill you, just you wait!"

Uh oh. He be mad. Well, angry. "If you want it so badly, take it!" With that, Ridgen chucked threw the lookalike box at the demon's face, at the same time pulling the distraction trick again so that the box would definitely hit the demon in the face.

After a while, it became apparent that the demon-man-thing had either lost the elf or had given up the chase. That was good. Ridgen took this time to survey his surroundings - nothing too significant here. He should get going and find the others soon.

[Gilith]

Gilith would have helped Quael out but he was a little busy fighting off another of the demon creatures.

It came from the side and chomped down on Giliths ribs. His armour saved him from beeing a meal but e felt the claws of the creature rip through his aromour and sink into his flesh. He kicked off the best smashed it's right front leg wih his sword.

This however was not enough. As the creature jumped at Gilith he dodjed it's attack. But the beast knocked the sword from his hand.

Again the beast lunged for his throat and this time he was very close to killing him. But Gilith drew his dagger and plunged it into the top of the beasts head. He was still taken down how ever.

It was a pain to get up but he was able to. After another drink of whiskey he poured more on his wounds by now to his releif he was drunk. "Quael come here I'll need to look at that arm.

[Quáel]

Ya you know what, I'm not really sure that you should look at my arm. . . you seem a little, ahhh, tipsy.

Maybe I'll just pour some whiskey on it, and bandage up myself. Quáel knew how to do that much at least, and she wasn't sure that Gilith was totally sober at the moment.

The tissue around the wound started to become swollen and inflamed, it was becoming infected. She was eager to get hold of the whiskey so she could pour it on the wound, but reluctant to let Gilith do it.

She was awaiting his reponse, hoping he would just let her do the work on her arm.

[Gilith]

"Ahaha! Quael thats a nasty bite an no bandage and spot of boose is going to pair that up." He handed her the whiskey and took out some bandages handed those to her as well.

Then he took out some of his Yharle and Miyu. "The berries lessen the pain and the leaves help you heal. Apply all that I give you and if the bite went down to the bone tell me i'll fasten a splint."

True he was drunk but he would fight better without the pain and stress hounding him all day.

He took his own advive however and applied the same things to his wounds. His arm he put in a sling as it bled and hurt far to much for him to leave swinging.

"All when your done we need to leave I can tell there will be more of them soon."

[Quáel]

Quáel applied all of the necessary medications and healing products to her arm, after a few minutes some of the redness and swelling was eliminated. She handed the stuff back to Gilith, Thanks, and I agree we need to leave before more of them come, and we need to try and find the others.

She was glad that she had found at least one familiar person, but now to find the rest. Quáel wiped the blood off her sword and placed it in its sheeth. She was prepared for anything, well she thought. What else lurks in this forest, she really didn't want to find out. Well let's clean up and head out, shall we?

[Gilith]

Aye we'll leave nothing much here we need to stay for. The fire was out by now so no problems there.

Gilith then tried to step and almost fell. However he caught a tree before he did.

Damn!

He was about to smash his sword against a tree until he found a branch he could use as a crutch. He smashed his sword against it and it gave easly. He grabed his cloackes and gathered his cooking gear after all was said and done he got up with his make shift crutch and saw Quael put her sword away.

"Don't put your sword away yet Quael we still have a world to go." He gave off a smile and began to limp away from  their camp like area.

[Roy Tmofl]

The mage was walking towards his nightmare now. He did not know why but he decided to go back to where it all started. His masters grave was near Ximax. He would travel there at least once more before he engaged in his battle with the demon who cursed him.

With these dark thoughts running through his mind he hardly noiced hat he had entered a forest. It brought back some memories of his. Most he would have preffered to not remember. But try as he might he was still haunted by those memoreis.

Then e almost laughed at himself. You who are supposed to become the most powerful mage to walk this earth afraid of his own mind Ha!

But now he stopped there was a strange figure up ahead. An elf by the looks. He was sure that she was no simple travler as she had the look of a creature that doesn't know what to do in a situation that you must do something in. Or so he thought. But perhaps she was simply waiting for an opportunity. But perhaps she could offer him something in return for help.

When Roy reached her he extended a skeletel hand and said with some slight sarcassam. "Wonderful day isn't it."

[Alýr (Rayne)]

The forest seemed to have grown lighter since Defalgren had vanished away, and yet, for the indigo-eyed elfess, darker shadows seem to fall over her heart. She sat at the base of the tree against which she had stumbled after the demon had stolen her breath, and it seemed almost as though it had curved protectively around where she rested. She had felt faint, then: the feeling of distant senses overcoming those that perceived the wood around her. At last she was composed, the chaotic winds weaving like threads back into an easy current, and yet she remained seated at the base of the tree, her magical perception reaching out around her. While she had regained much of her strength, she still found it difficult to read the car'all of the forest and separate out the familiar composition of her companions, scattered as they were and with so many living car'alls about her.

One, in particular, seemed to be approaching: human by the balance of ounia, and yet the xeua about the fire ounia were limber and strong. When she saw a robed figure coming up the road, she had no doubt as to his vocation, and yet she was dubious as to his character, for dark influences hung about him like a shawl. He approached her an reached out his thin white hand to her: "Wonderful day isn't it."

She smiled, and there was a light around her like the halo of the moon. While possessing the delicateness of the elven form, with her slender ears and slight frame, her eyes reflected magical prowess, and her manners were poised and airy. She took the offered hand, though she seemed almost weightless, like a zephyr merely pressing his palm. When she spoke to him, her voice was like song: "Indeed, good sir. You'll forgive my forwardness, but you are a mage of fire, and I am in need of a light--a brilliant flashing light, for my companions are lost in the wood. If you will create it, I will lift it. I can pay you for your service."

Her eyes, shimmering pools of indigo, never left his, and shone with the sincerity and gentleness.

[Roy Tmofl]

"Of course, it would be my pleasure." Roy responded in styrash.

He loved his magic yet he did not cast it for no reason as the gift was only truly glorious because of the result. So even if he had not been offered something he probably would have done this anyway.

He lifted his staff to it's maximum height. Then a strange thing happened, he smiled and a slight shudder ran through him.

He felt the burning stones presence as he concentrated. He become lighter everything was clear. All of the pains of the day left him.

He increased the all ready high influence of fire ounia within the burning stones car'all. Then he increased the properteis of light within the fire ounia.

This was all that needed to be done but he wanted more.

He increased the properties of light even more far beyond what he normaly did. It was a bright terrible light. It was actually a little to hot so he had to lower the propertie of heat within his light.

"It is done my dear lady would you have it any brighter." He responded in styrash still smilling.

[Alýr (Rayne)]

"Ah," the elfess smiled to hear the styrash words the mage uttered, coloured as they were with a Tharian accent. Her own fell mellifluously from her lips, like a soft wind: "Styrás qué én soorosím fá styrashís." [You are a speaker of Styrash.]

Alýr watched in expectation as the mage removed the burning stone. Her eyes alighted on it, as though her gaze were a feather, careful and light. It seemed the mage approached his art with much dedication, for such items were rare and hard to come by. Watching him cast was like watching that seed of dedication blossom into skill, for he skillfully ignited it with radiant light. The elfess shaded her eyes with her sleeve as it grew more intense.

"It is done, my dear lady. Would you have it any brighter?" she heard the mage ask her, his eyes seeming to glow with the fire his magic brough him. She perceived a dark joy in pallid mage as he cast his spell.

"Avachás qué én ohím, náh bolláns iuí ú án rethá'karathé," she replied. [You created a bright light, but we will know within the time that is nearing.]

She closed her eyes and carefully began to increase the influence of wind: xeuá that illuminated the properties of earth dulled to ahm, like fires brought to a smolder, as the properties of wind grew every stronger. The burning stone began to lift, as though light as air, above the trees, its light pressing forcefully into every shadow, like a beacon that the elfess hoped would guide her companions.

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