Post by Monday
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Arya frowned, staring at the darkness in front of her. “I don’t like the feel of this place,” she said to her companion, a small, frothing water elemental. The elemental gave a small shudder at her voice, then subsided. She held up a small device, which glowed with a soft violet light. “Either way,” she muttered, “the taint is here. We need to check it out.” The elemental shuddered again, then they both started forward.
The darkness peeled away slowly from the aqua blue light pulsing from Arya’s hand, held up in front of her, the magical equivalent to a readied gun. Water dripped steadily from the ceiling above her, landing in pools of blackness, which rippled ominously. She stepped in a pool and recoiled quickly, but not fast enough. A strand of plant material attached to her foot. She slipped a dagger from her jacket and cut it off grimly. The water elemental surged over to her and flowed over her leg, detaching the remaining fibers.
She smiled at the elemental, then started forward again. The cave passed in much the same manner, then the end came abruptly. Arya frowned and moved towards the back of the cave, nonplussed. A simple wooden door had been set into the back. It was plain, with no decoration and a simple brass handle.
She strode around the door, inspecting the frame, frowning. “A door?” she murmured. Holding up her left hand, she created a small barrier of sky blue light around it. Inching closer, she laid the warded hand on the door.
Nothing happened.
Her brows creased, and she dissipated the ward. Grimacing, she laid her bare hand on the door, preparing to draw it away instantly and decurse it.
Nothing happened.
The crease in her brow deepened, and she checked the knob. It was unlocked, and opened silently. The light in her upraised hand changed to dark red. Not only did it help her eyesight, but small bolts of silent, red lightning, flashed around it, ready to fire.
The next section of the cave was different.
Sand stuck to her damp boots as she entered the next section. It was an underground lake, and she was standing on a beach. In front of her, the water stretched into blackness, out of her small illuminated sphere. A deep pulsing echoed from the blackness, and her gaze pulsed with it. Shuddering, she formed a ward around her mind, and the pulsing in her gaze ceased. The noise, however, did not.
“I wonder what that is,” she whispered to her elemental. It flowed to the beach and turned, seeking permission. She nodded and waved a hand. The elemental flowed into the water, keeping it’s cohesive shape. Arya placed her vision inside of its, and watched.
Shades of blue, green and vioolet, the “cool” colors, were magnified far beyond any other, blue more than the others. She didn’t even know so many shades of blue existed.
The attention of the water elemental shifted around like a tipsy bee, latching onto various pieces of stone with the weathered look of old ruins. “High Elf?” she murmured, looking at the ruins closely. “Yes, it must be High Elf. But what are they doing here, in Tirisfal?” Her attention was diverted to two figures standing on a raised platform near the water.
One was an orc, a large, bulky one, with light green skin and a large slash across one eye. His hair was dark grey and flowed around his face unnaturally, some strands lifting into the air and then dropping, as if held by charges of static electricity. He wore dark maroon robes, and held a hand aloft. Darkness flowed from it and into the ground.
The other wore black robes, a black mask and a black hood, covering his face. He, too, held up one hand, from which the pulse originated.Arya took a quick intake of breath. “An audiomancer, I didn’t know they still existed!” she breathed. “What is he doing though...?”
The water elemental send a quick inquiry, which she answered with an affirmative. The elemental gathered, then flowed up the orc’s leg, up his body and into his nasal cavities. The orc staggered, choking, and fell into the water.
Arya leapt into the water and started swimming to the other side. She passed the orc, who let out a final gurgle and went limp. The elemental emptied out of his nostrils and flashed at the audiomancer. The audiomancer did nothing. Arya grinned in triumph as the elemental hurled itself at the caster, and then dissipated. The water evaporated and drifted away.
The audiomancer turned towards her, and she realized he had a subtle buzz of sound around him, which scrambled anything that came near. She held out a hand, and the red light that had been gathered around it flashed from her hand and struck the audiomancer in the chest, knocking him backward a few steps.
She grinned. Apparently his barrier didn’t work on lightning. She started gathering another bolt around her hand, and loosed it. The other growled and swiped a hand through the air. A peal of high pitched buzzing assailed her ears and dissipating the lightning.
She staggered backwards and hit the wall. He held out his hand. A low bass rumbled filled the cavern, and a solid bar of sound smashed into her shoulder. She heard the crackling of bones and cried out in agony, and randomly gathered power, hurling it in the general direction of the audiomancer.
A burst of fire flew from her hands and bathed the other. He cried out in agony as the fire engulfed him, and he turned, hurling himself into the water. The elemental reformed in the water and gathered around his face. He choked, and made another high pitched attack, dissipating the water elemental.
It was too late.
Arya thrust her hand forward, and a burst of ice struck him in the neck, slicing through and out the other side. It stabbed into the stone, transfixing him there.
Arya strode forward, fixing him with an icy cold look, wincing as she walked. She used an old technique to ignore the pain, but she couldn’t help but realize it would be hell getting back out. “Who are you, and why did you do this?” she asked, squatting down next to him.
To her amazement, he answered. “KFXHAA’O, KARSHLAUGRO! FRAAGHLA’ASH, CHORLIKERIN!” he grunted. The words were louder than she thought they could be, then she realized he must be aomplifying them.
It doesn’t matter who I am, they said.
All that matters is that they arise, and they will soon. You don’t have much time if you want to escape...Arya stood up as she processed the words, hardly noticing the audiomancer die beneath her. “Come,” she beckoned to her elemental. “It’s time to go report.”
I’m afraid it’s much too late for that...
Post by Mojoworkn
- I completely made it up. I wanted something relatively unique =P
- Yes this is a cliffhanger. Yes there will be another part SoonTM
- Yes, another Old God piece from yours truly. I have a thing for them, ok? >.>
- I'm debating whether to continue this one beyond one or two more pieces to finish up the storyline. Thoughts?
1. I liked the idea. Was definitely something new and unique. Please expand on this class; new and unique is good.
2. Good.
3.Yes, yes you do. And dwarves.
4. I'm not the writer, but it's up to you to decide whether or not it has more value than that. Can you create a whole story based on this? You do have a lot of unanswered questions.