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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2009 22:48:50 GMT -5
Nevar smiled at Azzie. "I cannot know for sure, but these two clues would indicated that the same book hidden by the mages all those years ago is the same one found by Evil Melody. The building under which it was hidden, the one right next to Tabloid Town Square, was destroyed in one of the numerous Bloidal wars and the cobbles of the Square would have been uproted by this."
The Mini-Mod nodded and put the books down, rubbing his chin.
"Assuming that it is, what has this got to do with the Spikelings?"
Nevar looked at Sarn. "Again, I can't be sure, but all the signs seem to indicated that the Spikelings origonated from something in this book. If Evil Melody found it and used it, it may have released them."
"Are they under her control, then?"
"I have no clue. There is no account of the Spikelings, but if I had to guess, I'd say that she'd either be in control, or dead."
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Sarn listened closely to Nevar and silently agreed with him. The Mini-Mod had spent the whole day combing through the archives and had now slunk off to rest his eyes. Sarn reached a hand behind his back and rubbed at a wing joint, dislodging a feather which floated slowly to the ground. He had been loosing feathers more regularly lately.
He leaned against Vapor's side, still in the library and looked around.
"Well," he asked the group at large, "what do you think?"
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Post by Vapor on May 25, 2009 0:25:13 GMT -5
Vapor lowered her head and nuzzled Sarn's cheek. She was worried about him- he looked haggard and she noticed that a few of his shimmering feathers had fallen out. She shifted uncomfortably and made a mental note to ask if it was stress or if it was molting season. As much as she loved Sarn, Vapor had to admit it was difficult enough to relate to him at times as he wore feathers and not scales.
She heaved a sigh and sat down heavily on the library floor. She was no general, no counselor of war. Vapor had to admit that a lot of the implications of what they had found out that night whizzed far over her head.
If the Spikelings are being controlled... She mused out loud. You have to wonder if they have free will at all to resist control or if they were merely created to be mindlessly controlled- as they've already established themselves as beings of magic. Perhaps it's possible to bend them somehow to our control or even set them free or turn them against Evil Melody...
Vapor narrowed her eyes and rubbed at a bit of dust on the floor sullenly. I wonder even if they were born as what they were or if they were once other creatures and then twisted into what they are. They reek of dark magic, after all. Vapor blushed as she realized she was probably rambling.
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Post by lysanor on May 27, 2009 2:41:37 GMT -5
The discussion in the library had gone on for a while, but no one was coming up with any new ideas. Lysa quietly picked up one of Sarn's golden feathers twirling it between her fingers thoughtfully and brushing it down Teigra's back. Teigra yawned, the sound muffled by the books in the small room and her sharp teeth being shown to the group.
Lysa yawned in response. She looked around shyly as everyone turned in Teigra's direction and said "I have never been to Mage Manor before, but it seems like a vast and mysterious place. I'm sure there will be something here to help, some relic or more information left from the past. Something linking the book with the spikelings and the Town Square. We need to find it, soon, but I am exhausted, and don't know where to look."
Lysa had surprised herself by speaking her thoughts to the group. She was usually a quiet listener and waited for others to speak the solution. "We should get some rest, it's been a long day and these are serious matters. I think we need time to think about what we've found out." she suggested.
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Post by Lizzie on May 31, 2009 10:37:04 GMT -5
Candy yawned. "Can we go to sleep, Candy?"Becca asked. Candy looked from the Golden Feather to Sarn and back, repetitively. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, braiding Lizzie's hair and thinking of the book. "As Lysa said, I think its a good idea,"Candy said. "Okay,"Becca said, and all Candy's friends except for Lizzie left the room, falling asleep in the hallway.
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Post by Andrea on Jun 10, 2009 21:13:19 GMT -5
((Well, I've been gone for a while and one of my characters is basically controlling the Spikelings, so what can I say? I joined this back as Drewb59543, which just shows me how long ago it really was. So after drama blah blah blah, we all know I'm a guy now so we'll just pretend that me referencing to myself as "her" and "she" never happened. XD I still have the same weapons and alter egos and stuff though. So... yeah. ^^ I was originally planning to jump back in a few days after I got better while I was sick a while ago, but.. Forgive me. XD)) ----- Drew had stood in a corner, in the shadows. He knew Evil Melody; she had once commanded another army, summoned with magic, and it was turned against her with, of course, magic. The same thing probably couldn't be done with the Spikelings, they would outnumber the previous army 10 to 1, at least, from what he had seen, and if they were created by the book Evil Melody had obtained, more could be created each second for all he knew. The Spikelings didn't seem the type to run around doing whatever they pleased, no, he was sure Evil Melody was alive, somewhere, controlling them. As memories of the thousands of Spikelings attacking them all surfaced, he felt more helpless than before. In a way he felt semi-responsible. He had seen Evil Melody before she found the book. He shouldn't have looked away for even a moment, giving her the chance to teleport. Sighing, he knew that beating himself up would accomplish nothing. While others had started to fall asleep, he sat thinking to himself, confused about everything that had happened.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2009 8:01:25 GMT -5
((Can't resist, sorry! *snogs* Also TIMESKIP SORT OF... I need you guys to play ball on this one, it'll get interesting, I promise. xD))
That night, Sarn spent his time carefully twisting two of his feathers into an intricate pattern in which the strands were woven. He wasn't sure why he wasted his time with it, but it was a pretty thing and he had nothing else to do but sleep, an idea which didn't appeal. He didn't require much sleep in any case. When the first was complete, he shifted slightly, lifted a wing and pulled several more feathers out. He then proceeded to create several more of these little feather charms and in the morning, he presented one each to Drew, Vapor and Lysa along with a kiss. He was glad that none of them minded much that the others shared his love.
It was a shout from the entrance hall which tore Sarn away from his musings. He raced down the steps, curious to see what the problem was.
Standing in the middle of the hall, Reith was shouting at the top of her voice, a sound fit to wake the dead.
"Awake! Treachery!" she screamed. Sarn jumped down the stairs and ran to her, noting with some pity that her face was covered in tears as she called out to the other forumers. Mages gathered in their colourful robes, clutching their staffs or wands and looking down on the scene with evident distaste. They did not like being woken so early in the morning.
"Reith, calm down! Just take deep breaths and tell us what happened," said Sarn, trying to get her to explain. She took a huge gulping sob and wiped her face on her filthy sleeve, smearing mud and grime all over her beautiful face.
"Nevar... he..." she seemed unable to continue. Sarn escorted her to the steps where he made her sit and take deep, calming breaths before asking her to explain once more. Everyone gathered to hear her tale.
"Last night, when you all were off sleeping, I thought I saw someone leaving. I followed the figure out into the night, but I lost sight of him. Nevar isn't here!"
"But, how did you know the person was male?"
Reith gulped. "I didn't. At least until I came back and noticed that Nevar wasn't here."
Considering everything, Sarn thought her story didn't quite add up. He kept is silence for the time being, but someone else spoke his thoughts for him.
"Lies. Reith is the traitor!" cried another voice. Talai pushed his way through the half-open door to Mage Manor and planted his feet n the cobbled floor. He pointed an accusing finger at Reith. "I saw her leave last night, and I followed. Nevar isn't here because he has been taken prisoner by the Spikelings and Reith was the one who sold him out!"
Utter confusion was the only emotion Sarn could muster. He was reluctant to blame anyone, least of all Reith, who had been sobbing quietly the entire time. But, much as he hated to admit it, the evidence was not in favour of either of them. His trust in the both of them failed.
"Reith should be put under guard," said Talai as he walked slowly towards her, his eyes cold and empty of mercy. She shook violently, but returned his gaze without looking away. Some mages from the periphery came forward and took the woman gently by the arms, lifting her and walking her away.
The hall was silent for just one moment before the whole scene exploded in accusations, each blaming the others for what had happened in some way or another and in the middle of it all, Talai just stood, still slightly in shock.
((Let the fun begin, my friends.))
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Post by ♥ Azzie on Jun 17, 2009 11:55:29 GMT -5
Azzie had been sitting upstairs reading when she heard the shouts. It caught her off guard- usually the Manor was a quiet, peaceful place. She rushed down to see a large crowd of her friends, complaining and accusing each other. She overheard bits and pieces of the argument, but decided to get a clear picture of things. She walked up to Talai, the only person who seemed remotely calm in the crowd. She listened as he explained things.
"I was outside last night," she offered. "I didn't think the Spikelings would bother me if I flew high enough. I don't think they even saw me. I didn't see anything, though."
Talai shook his head. "No, it was Reith. She was on foot, and it was definitely her. I saw her," he said, sighing. "I wish I hadn't."
Azzie felt like she'd been slapped in the face. Nevar was missing, and somehow, one of the forum's own had betrayed it. She stood with Talai, wishing with all her heart that she'd never even seen a Spikeling.
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Post by Andrea on Jun 17, 2009 16:23:14 GMT -5
Drew hadn't moved, standing in the same position in a corner, still lost in thought. Quietly he watched Sarn twist the feathers, not sure what else to say, and not noticing how tired he was after the encounter with the Spikelings earlier in the day. He winced as Sarn pulled out a few more feathers, weaving them similarly.
A while later Sarn kissed him and handed him one of the feather charms. Staring at the feathers, for the first time in a while, he smiled.
When a shout came from the entrance hall, Drew almost dropped it in shock.
The news was like a punch in the face, knowing that they had been betrayed.
"Wait, wait, wait..." Drew's head hurt harder than before as no one heard him speak over the crowd's roars.
Why did this have to happen?
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Post by lysanor on Jun 19, 2009 18:05:15 GMT -5
Lysa and Teigra were in the hall listening at the side. Lysa didn't understand what had happened, she had trusted Reith, trusted all the forumers. She had thought, stupidly she now realised, that everyone not on Evil Melodys side was on their side, and good! The arguments and speculations got louder and louder untill most were shouting. Teigra stood up, arching her back and gave a loud roar. It echoed around the hall, amplifying the volume and effect. Most jumped and they all fell silent apart from some distant mutterings of some Mages about noise and mayhem. Everyone turned to Teigra and Lysa with varying expressions on their faces, shock, annoyance at what some still called the newbie, to love, on Sarns face of course. "Uh..." Lysa stammered and blushed at the attention. Teigra pushed her head up to Lysa's hand for encouragement. "Well... What are we going to do? Why have the Spikelings taken someone? This argument is getting us nowhere! We must use more caution and have more security, but we still need to work together! And, I don't think the Manor is safe anymore" This last statement settled over everyone and the group stood silent, looking around at each other and wondering what 'safe' meant now.
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Post by Vapor on Jun 20, 2009 0:43:03 GMT -5
Vapor whimpered as the voices clamored over each other, words colliding in midair. As the 'bloiders' phrases fought to be heard over the others, she simply dropped to the ground, draping her claws over her face and wrapping her wings around her. Too many people talking... She mumbled.
The room stilled as Lysa spoke, and Vapor peeked out from under her scaled talon. Um... Why are we so sure that we've been betrayed, anyway? She said, softly. There was no doubt that everyone could hear her, however. Rash actions rarely bring desired results... And anything here can be explained just as easily in other ways... Perhaps someone was confused, or mistaken, or jumped to the wrong conclusion... And getting caught up in mob mentality while nothing is proven will not end well, I assure you. Vapor reached around her wing and pulled out the small token that Sarn had presented to her earlier, fingering the elaborate golden knots for comfort. Her forehead furrowed in worry. He's already molting... Is him pulling more feathers out really that good for him? Prehaps I should read into it... She whispered to herself, already caught up in a separate thought, unaware of the others. Evidently, the dragon shut out stress when it got too much for her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2009 5:44:33 GMT -5
((I was going to wait longer to do this, but everyone has had a chance to post before hand and those that haven't dropped out a long time ago. I'm giving you all an opportunity to pop back in again with what I'm about to do, so insert/re-insert yourself before this whole thing plays out!))
The cold morning had not yet awoken as they passed, silent in the shadows. They trees gave them cover, and their expectation made them impatient. They had them; it was their time, their only chance. Their Master was counting on them to succeed and ready to destroy them all in a heartbeat if they failed. The tension was palpable.
As one great mass, they pressed onward to the tree line, gazing up at the Manor which stood as an affront to them. They nurtured their hatred of those that dwelled within, their jailors, and tormentors. They felt the burning agony crawl over their deathly pale skin and remembered the suffering of the Otherworld where mighty Charon plied his ferry, a coin to darn them all.
Then, as the ages passed, they remembered the searing pain and agony every time the magic was pulled from the ether. Every mage that had ever leeched their power from them, their very being, simply to satisfy their petty needs. They had waited too long for this, their final act, their revenge.
With one mind and one purpose, they stepped forward, merging their magic together and thrusting it violently at the Manor. The ancient building recognized them and screamed silently, its Guardian rent apart and the shields and barriers dissipated like fine mist over a lake. Onward.
They felt the dying lunge of the Manor, the lust shield it raised right before the front doors, a fortification easily breached by the sheer power of their anger.
In a cold fury, they swept into the building, the doors bursting into flames as their foul presence passed. They lumbered into the entrance hall and found their quarry. As one body, they raised their arms clutching their strange spears and clubs and fell on those gathered with all the vengeance borne of thousands of years of torment and agony. Together, they threw the forum into chaos.
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