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Forgotten Lands; Phase 2: Investigation Plot
Topic Started: Aug 14 2017, 10:28 AM (347 Views)
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Something diabolical
Fort Master Gar had summoned his core group of volenteers to his office. It was there that he informed each Keeper of indivudal tasks they would be assigned. They would not be alone either, as each Fort across the world had gathered their own Keepers to go along with this as well. Although every Keeper would be sent out alone to a different area, there was always assistance with in dragon's calling distance. This was the best way to safely scour the land and deterimine its viability for the people of Dracadia. The man addressed his team, his heroes with a calm and resepctful tone. Each man and woman was given a special task to attend to. Information to gather and materials to bring back for inspection.

Once everyone was given there tasks and told what they must do, he dimissed them to join the mages in the practice arena with there dagons and gryphons. Those who would need it, would be provided with a mount on loan from the Fort's own stables. It was there that the magical gateway would be opened up, just outside the annexed boarders of the forgotten lands of Grovereach. Half the contient that had be, for many years, owned by the monsters who stole into their world one night.

The chosen volenteers would slip through the gates now and enter a silent land. Cold winds whipped through the air, tearing at exposed skin like razors. Winter was far more harsh here than it was down in the mild tempreture graced lands of Fin Island. The dragons were not too bothered by the sudden shock though it was not comfortable either. Here they could see the true scope of damage the Ternarium and done to their world as, from where they now stood, was the true battlefront. The Keepers of Fort Runestaff had held off the hoards from expanding more southwards. The treelines were sparce; all the vegitation was scorced away from the land and what remained of the great trees was gnarled and twisted into unnatural states. The bark was stripped away and left the old unfortunte things naked and exposed to the terrible weather. Everything about the landscape was tormented and decaying. Even in the winter, the Ternarium had left their mark here and would feel like it would never go away.

They were not alone either, as they arrived, other Keepers from other Forts were pouring in from the gates and shivering as they were left in the cold alone. Gates closed behind them, just as Fort Zephyr's had closed behind them. Others seemed to hesitate, wondering if they had done the right thing coming here to this abandoned land. Others were wasting no time now as they mounted up and took off to there individual tasks. Fort Zephyr's men and women, they had all too been given seperate tasks they must attend to and it was best to get at it before nerves got the better of them.


Zakath:
Head to the eastern shorelines in Ternarium teritories and check them over. You are to bring back samples of the ocean waters, beach sand and any aquatic life you can get a hold of.

Imari:
Leave for the ancient pine forest of the northern reaches. Bring back several samples of soil, plantlife and if possible, any remaining wildlife you can find.

Deborah:
A deadly task for sure. You are to head to teh hills that the Ternarium had set their home in. Inspect the landscape and bring back soil and fresh water samples, and any wildlife that can be managed.

Varille:
Head to the western shorlines and check what remains of them. You need to bring back aquatic wildlife, soil and sand samples and water samples.

NPC Keeper:
Head to the farthest northern reaches of frozen wastes. The permenent icy landscapes are the most forgotten part of Ternarium lands and bring back ice and any sample of animals that need could be found.

((You may start your posts off with your characters heading to the respective area. From there, I will write what you see when you arrive.))
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The crazy one (Deborah is just weird).

Deborah, Yaszail and Gnash Descends into the Abyss!

Since she was stationed at Fort Purt, she had experience in what the tundra and northern regions can throw at you. The first thing she did, after volunteering, was order a Purtian parka, goggles and pack especially designed for Keepers working in frigid environments. She, also, ordered a Lizardling parka for Yaszail (basically a fleece lined bodysuit with holes for the legs and wings). Lizardlings where hardy creatures, but, the cold up there could suck the heat and life out of them in a very short time.

When Fort Master Gar informed her of her destination, she gave a wry smile, not surprised she got one of the more dangerous missions. The again, she was one of the more experienced fighters. Making a small detour, she picked up some small collapsible cages for any small animals they might find.

At the portal, she did one last check to see if everything was secure. She had varied collection of equipment; her crossbow and assortment of iron and brass tipped bolts, a small pickax (which could be used as a weapon), her flint-and-steel as well as a bag of kindling, an assortment of dried fruits, vegetables and meats along with skin of fresh water, and Jojum berries, some extra clothing, her journal, ink and pen, an assortment of small bottles, a pan and utensils, finally, her first aid kit. Packing Gnash was difficult, not knowing what to expect and not knowing what their mission was. She had to pick and choose what went and what stayed behind.

Satisfied she was as ready as she could be, she joins the others as they passed through the portal. The bleakness and desecration she saw on the other side Brought a tear to her eye and a rage to her soul. If there was any Tenariums left, they were going to pay for what they did to this land. She looked around to see how the others were doing. She could see some were second guessing themselves, which could be bad.

She snugged up her hood with Yaz under it (just tight enough, so Yaz could poke her head out and look around). She consulted the map and the area to get her bearings then mounted Gnash.

"Time to go," she said as they headed out.
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Zakath and Lisir

Given his assignment after being told to enter the Fort Master’s office the red haired Thayer pulled his wings close while looking over the paper his assignments were written on. He could feel Lisir reading it in his mind as well, curious about what they were supposed to do. At this point he was a bit nervous about what they would find in the ancestor’s land that was left so long ago. If there was anything was still there and if there was any dangers there. It would be odd but he supposed they would have to find out eventually. After all this was the first time they were had a chance like this, they had to take it.

Going through the portal with the team was easy enough, though the cold was a bit painful on his tender wings as he folded them in close on himself even as the gate home closed behind them. He knew there was no turning back now and he looked around before moving with Lisir to the direction he would be going, the eastern shorelines. He took a breath and looked at his dragon before mounting up now. They would have to fly a decent distance before they made it to their destination so it would be a long cold ride he knew.

But not wasting time now he mounted up on his dragon’s back and strapped in. The diamond colored male snorts and rears up before jumping into the air, eager to start their journey. He knew it was time to go and he knew they would have to do this now. It was their journey to discover what had happened, it was only a matter of time before they reached their destination and they would have to get working. He didn’t know what they were running into and he did not know if there would be any troubles, but they did need to get it done.
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Imari and Rabaxu

It was finally time for their adventure. The Mesai was ready for it and though he could see that it was all supposed to be serious, he couldn't stop grinning. He looked at the Keepers that were there with him. He was the only non-keeper on the mission, but that didn't bother him at all. He knew Deborah - she was a wingleader like him and thus they had talked before. He didn't know the Thayer or Mesai, but for the start of the mission, they wouldn't work together. They had their own areas to explore. With a soft nudge from him, his Gryphon flew through the magical gate.

"Good luck everyone," Imari told the group. "Don't get into trouble." With that, he checked his gear one last time. He had his weapons with him, as well as his newest gloves that might help him a lot with climbing any trees in the pine forest he was to explore. He had basic rations with him, for both him and Imari for one never knew when you got hungry. He was ready. "We're off," Imari leaned against Rabaxu's neck as he said that, though his Gryphon would hear it anyone. His owlish hearing was good and he was attuned to his rider's voice. He let out a soft thrill or agreement and the Gryphon opened his large wings to get going.

In the sky, they went north, towards the pine forest. It was quite a distance to fly, though they could see it in the distance soon enough. The ancient forest had huge trees that towered in the sky ahead. Imari kept his eyes on the ground, though he was too high up to actually see things. Eventually they arrived at the edge of the forest and Imari asked his gryphon to land at the edge. Imari dismounted and stood at the edge of the forest, his tail swing back and forth, as he listened to the sounds in the forest. He had no idea what to expect here. "You take the rear," Imari told Rabaxu. The gryphon would be out of his element on the ground. He drew his Katars and put them across his hands. "Let's get going..." he muttered.
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Something diabolical
Varille and Darys
Like the others, the came prepared for this event. Packing up all the essentials they would need to make this trip. They came with food rations, not trusting any food in this place would be safe to eat. They came with weapons to protect themselves and tools that would be key in making camp during the cold nights. Best of all, they brought Lament with them! He was going to be quiet important to surviving this place. Darys was but a Lizardling and could not hope to fly his Keeper anywhere. Lament's fast legs would get them where they needed to go and sniff out any danger before it could reach his precious handler.

After stepping through the gates, she looked upon this wicked touched land and curled her face up in disgust. It was a terrible looking place that no longer resembled the world she knew. It was dark and contorted into otherworldly torment. It was not her home and it turned her stomach to see it like this. She could only hope that it could be saved. Steeling herself, She would slip onto Lament's back and move on just as they others had, heading for her designated place.



Zakath and Lisir
A few hours latter, they would arrive at the tip of the coastline. The waters here were calmly lapping at the ice encrusted shores. White stacks of salt lined the beach, indicating where it had separated from the waters to form weak ice that drifted in the freezing ocean waters. No trees grew close to here and it looked like miles of sand were all that they could see. Small flocks of gulls danced overhead. Even they were hesitant to land here though the disappearance of Ternarium were drawing them back from there southern roostings. So far...all seemed normal here but upon closer inspection; he would find a fowl smell of rot clinging in the air, brought in by the winds. Something near, was dead.

Imari and Rabaxu
It would be almost a full day's flight to reach the northern pine forests. What he would find would be unholy. The trees were bent and cracked; trunk were encased in a thick black slime that rotted the stem of the tree and forced it into strange angles. No needles were growing upon it's branches so that they were left bare and exposed. Miles of forest were coated in sickly brown bark with some areas bleached white from the sun's harsh rays. They would hear the distant cawing of crows talking to one another, though the birds were not seen physically.

Deborah, Yaszail and Gnash
Half a day's flight was how long it would take to reach her destination. As they winged together over the hills, they would first find the remains of a city. A once great and rising Thayer construction of beautiful tall buildings and crystal laced spires, was crumpling under it's own weight. Thick green and black vines spread upwards and tore the high peaks down. Many of them had already fallen as it was; she would also see that a strange carpet of red moss grew on the ground resembling freshly spilled blood that peaked out from the snow drifts making it plain as day. This red moss, did not look natural at all.

Varille, Darys and Lament
As they approached the beach hours latter, they would see that the sands were black here, unlike the eastern white sands. It was soaked in a carpet of freshly washed up seaweeds and ocean debris. The strange scents of fish and sea salt stung her eyes and almost made it hard to breathe.

Mari and Syndal
It would take almost two days to arrive. As far as the eye could see were frozen wastes of ice and rock. Flocks of birds rose high in the skies overhead. The first thing spotted...as the tattered remains of a Mesai tribe's home. Ancient lands lost and most everything rotted away except a lone stone building standing against the frozen north's ravages.
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Mari shivered. It had been a long and rigorous ride on her borrowed horse, the winter winds cutting through even her heavy cloak. But now she was here, alone in a desolate land, with only the ruins of a once proud village besides her. Her grandfather must once have walked these same lands, when he gave his life in an effort to rid them of the menace. And now she was here to continue his mission and restore this waste to its rightful heirs. She dismounted, lowering her hand to her fire rapier. Syndal flew out ahead, his clever blue eyes already scanning the icy ruins.

"See if you can bring down one of those birds for me," Mari ordered. They looked ordinary enough from the ground but..."Be careful. If anything goes wrong, call and I'll come." Syndal was clever and fierce. He could surely manage a few birds. Unless they weren't what they seemed.

Mari walked towards the village's remains, her pace careful and slow, eyes peeled for any signs of habitation. She gathered samples as she went. Some ice. A few bits and pieces that might once have belonged to these people. She ran her eyes carefully over the house, memorizing it as best she could. The people who had once lived here were surely long dead, with only this skeleton of a house remaining to show where they had once lived. Mari walked closer. If it was abandoned, she'd go inside, see if the walls had preserved anything worth saving. If not...Well she'd do what she'd been doing for fifteen years and handle the threat. She was under no illusions about what she'd signed up for.

Up above, Syndal circled the land, seeking out any signs of something worth further examination. Once he'd looked his fill, he turned his attention to the birds. His prey. This would be fun! He dove forward quickly and silently, claws extended to bring down one of the birds with as little damage as he could manage. Mari wanted samples. He'd give her samples. The best samples. And then he'd go explore. They'd come here to see new places, after all. And he had every intention of seeing as many as he could before Mari made him go home.
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Imari and Rabaxu

The flight was long and frankly quite boring. Still the Mesai decided that they wouldn't take many rests, only short breaks so that he could stretch his legs. Imari was never the patient one and the travelling to somewhere for a fight or like this an exploration made him restless. He wanted to do something and thus pushed Rabaxu on flying. The Gryphon had no problem with that, being one of the largest Gryphons out there, he had a large wingspan and each beat carried him quite far. It was probably the reason that he had the furthest spot to go; one couldn't ask this of a wyvern or lizardling Keeper. Going across land would take too long.

As they drew closer, Imari got a sense of dread. He knew this was supposed to be the pine forest, but it wasn't. He urged Rabaxu to land and the gryphon did, though unwillingly. Unstrapping himself and jumping down Imari lowered himself to a crawl, sniffing the scent of his surroundings. He drew his knives without further thought. The parts of bark that were visible told him they were pines, yet the pines that were supposed to cover the branches weren't there. Carefully he crawled closer though he didn't spot any life near. He heard crows but other than that it was silent. Something had cracked the trees that were covered in black slime. His nose picked up the scent of something rotting and as he got closer, it made him gag.

It wasn't just something rotting it was as if the entire forest was rotting. Behind him Rabaxu dug his front claws into the dirt and let out a screech, not loud but enough to force Imari to look at him. The gryphon didn't like it. "You don't want to go in?" Imari asked as he stared into Rabaxu's eyes. The fear there was enough. No, Rabaxu might not follow. "Cover me from above. I have to go in." He shuddered as he said that though. He moved to Rabaxu and took his bag, flinging it on his back. All life was gone expect for the crows that were out there. The Gryphon did as he asked and took the sky rapidly, glad to be gone from the ground and put distance between himself and the forest. Or whatever was left of it.

Getting up from his crouch Imari closed the last distance to the first tree that was covered in the black slime. He didn't dare touch it and knew he had to move careful. He was currently feeling like he was out of his league. He was a Mesai and knew about nature. But this? This was something he had never seen before. From his back, he pulled a shirt, that without further thought he slashed to pieces with his knives. He wrapped a piece of it in front of his nose and mouth, so that his breathing was at least partially filtered and maybe the smell would be less too. With that, he gathered the shreds of courage he had and started moving, realising that he might not be up for dealing whatever had caused this at all.
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The crazy one (Deborah is just weird).

Deborah stopped a few times to give Gnash a rest, to check her bearings before going on and one time to have some lunch, all be it, cold. All the time, Yaszail had been unusually quiet. Several time she poked her head out from under Deborah's hood to look around just to pull back and curl up under it. The last time, Deborah asked, "are you OK?"

This place is so bleak and sad.

Deborah nodded with a sigh, "yes it is."

Gnash was not much of a talker, especially when on a mission, so when he piped up she took note, see something.

Yas poked her head out and looked in the same direction as Gnash, I see it to.

Deborah pushed up her goggles and peered through a small spyglass she had. After some focusing she saw what looked like runes of a Thayer city.

"Gnash, let's start there and make camp."

With a nod, Gnash headed to the runes. As they got close, Yaszail spotted the field of blood, at least, that is what it looked like.

Blood?

Deborah looked over to where Yas was looking and saw it as well. Peering through the spyglass, she saw it was some sort of moss, definitely, something she had not seen before.

"No, some sort of moss."

Deborah looked around for a place to land and spotted a small pocket nestled in some hills just outside the runes. "Down there," pointing to it. Gnash headed down to and landed in pocket. Climbing to the top of one of the hills, she surveyed the runes with her spyglass. If, they were any Ternariums in the area, this would be a good place for then to hide out and she did not want to walk into a ambush. Returning to Gnash, she tapped the top of her hood where Yaz was, "your turn."

Yaszail poked her head out from under Deb's hood, my turn? Oh.., as Deborah got Yaz's parka. Yaszail crawled out from under the hood and landed on Gnash and waited, patiently, shivering, as Deborah put on her parka and strapped it up snug. Yas did not like the parka, but, hated the cold more. She wriggled and flexed to get it to fit as well as she could.

Deborah smiled, "you know the drill. If you see anything - even a bug - let me know."

Yas looked up to the crumbling towers finding one that looked promising, No bugs... Right now she would love a big juicy bug. Then she saw Deborah hold up a big juicy grape, even better! Snatching it up gratfully, she flew up to her chosen perch to keep a lookout.

Deborah primed her crossbow locking in a brass bolt, before mounting Gnash.

"OK over to get a sample of the moss, before exploring the runes."

They headed over to the moss field to get a sample, then to the runes. At the edge, she paused Gnash, 'take it slow with eyes and ears open. We do no know what is in there.' They both put on the warrior faces and Deborah got the pickax ready as the slowly entered the runes.
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All my friends are heathens take it slow....Wait for them to ask you who you know......
Zakath and Lisir

It had been a cold trip thus far. The Thayer male had his wings wrapped around himself tight and he was huddled deep into the cloak he had packed around himself for such a trip. But even that preparation was not enough to help steel him for just how COLD it was out here. His cloak was a thick large fur trimmed thing and it was barely holding out the chill off his body right now, his wings hurting from the amount of cold. He really should have invested in something to protect the tender appendages from the bitterness of the elements he was about to go into but there was nothing he could do about it now. It was just him and Lisir out here and that was it. They were on their own right now.

This place is pretty but, it is dead feeling. I do not like it at all my Zakath. This place just does not feel right at all. the dragon says with a whine as they fly over the beach under them. Zakath could not help but agree with his dragon on this one, it did NOT feel right out here, at all. As the dragon lands he snorts some and looks around It smells odd here. Like death. I do not like it at all.

The Keeper frowns as he unbuckles from his saddle and stands on the dragon's back, trying to look around the area now ans see if he could spot anything that would be making that awful smell. It possibly was nothing, or possibly was something big but a huge part of him was hoping it was nothing and they could just move on from here. It was not something he enjoyed being around and he was hoping they could move on soon. And maybe find heat this was REALLY hurting his wings right now!! "Lets see if we find anything big guy, something has to be causing that smell.....Right?"

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Varille and Darys
By the time Lament's paws touched down on the shores, he was tired and in need of a rest. Varille dismounted and would pat his thick coat along his neck. "Rest my friend. I will set up camp here for the evening and you can rest while I do a little investigating." she said to her friend, the dire who had been with her since the moment he was weened. He whined a little, licking her hand before he flopped down on the ice crusted beach and watched her start the process. The Mesai woman would make haste of setting up a temporary camp; tent, small fire for heat and cooking, as well as traps around her camp that could alert her if anything or anyone was to try creeping up on her and Lament while they slept.

After she had set up her base of operations, Varille would start by examining the sandy beaches. Beautiful white sand...she had never seen anything like that before in her life. Despite the conditions surrounding her, Varille was still amazed by the otherworldly beauty of the ocean meeting white sparkling sands. Made even more amazing by the ice crystals bobbling along on the water's surface. Not being used to the coast line like this, or at least one not so inhabited by men and women, the fresh scents of aquatic life were overwhelming. For now, she would work on collecting seaweed that had been washed up on shore and placing them into a clay jar, sealed with wax to keep it fresh as she could.

Darys on the other hand, winged over the water and shore, on the look out for shells and if he was lucky, a crab or two. He got quite upset when Varille reminded him that he was not allowed to eat anything he found here since they did not know if it was safe or not to eat anything here. Who knows how far the taint of Ternarium had spread.


Zakath and Lisir
Despite the bitter cold, Zakath would quickly locate the source of the stench. A short distance down the beach was a cesspool of brackish sludge. It bubbled and festered deep with in a strange well, a mere 100ft from the ocean's shore. The small pool was about ten feet in diameter and was impossible to tell how deep it was. The smell and look of it told the Thayer one thing. This...looked like blood. Another thing was that it was hot and creating a steamy aura around the pool so at least he was warmer now though was standing on the edge of essentially, a boiling pot of blood in the earth. One last thing of note, was that the magic around him was filthy and heavy. Pulling this kind of ley line Force magic in would feel like drinking pond scum.

Imari and Rabaxu
The ooze weeping from the trees was thick and defintely smelled quiet terrible. Upon closer inspection, it moved agonzingly slow but was moving of it's own accord. It looked velvety and had a textured surface like mold on bread. It's pores contracted as Imari got closer to it, almost like it sensed the presence of something harmful to it. This was not natural to his world.

Deborah, Yaszail and Gnash
Once she got closer to the ruins of the old city, she would find that the moss was not just dormant, but was releasing a small haze of spores. It wafted in the air like a pink mist and danced in the breeze tormented walkways between old buildings. More so, she would find that there was something making a faint groaning like sound from inside one of the larger remaining buildings. Something...alive. When she crept closer to check it out...Deborah would find a horrifying sight...a lone Grey was hunkered up in the dark corner, chewing on the bones of something large.

Varille, Darys and Lament
The eastern shore was pretty with its white sand and fishy air, but something was still unnatural about it. Beauty was deceiving in theses conditions. There was a distinct lack of life around here despite the stench of fish and salt air. Aside from plant material washed up on shore. They could not spot anything alive...and a bit more exploring would tell them why all to quickly. A heap..yes, a heap that was ten feet tall, of dead fish, crabs, jellyfish and other small marine life was stacked up on the shore with a pack of 30 swarm buzzing around it. Though they were not devouring it, more like protecting it...

Mari and Syndal
When Syndal flew up for the birds, he would get a good look at the flocks. They were simple arctic gulls, a species that preferred the ice and cold. Though they appeared larger than normal and a normal coat of white feathers was replaced by a dusky grey color instead, the eyes of these creature were also dulled and they honestly looked as if they were sick with patches of molted feathers. They did not even seem bothered by the Lizardling's presence. Either they had not noticed him or were not fearful of the small golden dragon buzzing over there heads.

Mari's examination of the tribal remains would result in not too much of worth. Old signs of fire clung to the stone's remains indicating that this place had once been set a blaze. Stark spikes of wooden posts jutted from the ground like blades of broken grass. Charred tips and weathering damage made it hard to tell what these once were. It was creepy here, as if she were treading on a grave of forgotten dead.
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There was something wrong with these birds. They didn't move away from Syndal, barely seemed to see him. Even when he dug his claws into one's neck, sending its corpse plummeting into Mari's waiting bag, the flock didn't scatter. They just kept flying, Want live bird too? They act strange.

Mari nodded. She'd brought a small cage along, in preparation for that eventually. Syndal grabbed a second bird, cradling it gently as he thrust it in, before zipping back to the sky, looking for anything else worth noticing.

But Mari wasn't sure there was anything to find. There didn't seem to be much by way of life here, just an emptiness, an absence that should not have been. It was as if something had drained all the life from this land, until even the sickly birds contained movement, but no spark. It unnerved her, in an intangible way that she couldn't include in a report. The monsters were gone. But so was everything else. It was hard to imagine anyone wanting to come back to live amongst so many echoes of death.

There were no signs she could see of recent habitation. Perhaps the monsters had abandoned this area too, driven away by cold or hunger or whatever strange disease had infected these birds. She grabbed her horse and continued riding, in a different direction than Syndal. Best to cover as much land as she could although already she suspected she would find nothing but cold, empty wasteland, unwanted by even the hated Ternarium. It spoke to the strength and hardiness of this land's peoples that even now, they wished to return, instead of seeking greener, more hospitable lands. She kept an eye out as she walked, for any relics worth taking alongside the ice she continued to collect. If she could give these people back a piece of their ancestors, she would.

The bird swung in its cage by her side and she knew she'd have to be careful. Whatever had sickened this flock might be catching. She'd have all her samples, ice, pot shard and avian alike, taken straight to the labs, where they could be kept isolated and contained until the scientists had finished their tests. Mari wouldn't risk letting this ruin spread.
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Imari and Rabaxu - setting it all on fire

Trying to keep himself from gagging now that he shirt was covering his face Imari moved closer to the ooze. For a moment he watched, as a feline watching a prey. He was almost sure that he was imaging it, but the longer he sat and waited the surer he become. This black stuff was moving. It was alive. Was this a new weapon from the Ternarium? Not a weapon, a specimen they hadn't met before? Imari carefully moved closer and extended a hand. Not to touch it, for he had no idea what that would do.

But as he moved his hand closer the pores seemed to move away from him. Imari frowned, pulling back his hand. How could this be? Again made he was just seeing things. Two more times he moved his hand closer and two more times the ooze moved away from him. The Mesai wondered how this could be. He wasn't the sharpest one, he wasn't the one that considered things. He was more a fighter than a thinker. Still he sat down with crossed legs, his tail curling around his legs, no longer afraid of the black ooze if it was scared of him. But was it scared of him or of something else? Could it sense what he could do?

He had no idea how smart the ooze was. For a moment he extended his hands, staring at the scars that were there. Fire. He should test to see what fire would do to the ooze. Yet he couldn't. Despite everything Imari was still afraid of his own power that was raging within him. He had awakened, but never used it. Carefully he tried to look within him, to call the fire but it eluded him. He cursed to himself and jumped up. Imari stalked further into the forest, were the black ooze was getting thicker, the smell fouler. He knew how he could get his power to manifest.

So he went in even further till all he saw was the black ooze, covering all that was left of the pine trees. He unwrapped his shirt and let it fall to the ground. The Mesai inhaled deeply and let the foul smell poor into his body. He gagged again and searched inside for his psionic powers. This time he found them and pressed away his fear. He let out the fire through his hands and directed it at the black ooze in front of him. The fire hurt him and only belatedly he realised that he was supposed to gather samples. If he and it survived he would...
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The crazy one (Deborah is just weird).

Slowly, but, surely they reached the edge of the runes. Just before going in, she collected some of the vines in the area. On the way in, they entered a fairly dense pink cloud that were floating all through the area; that is when Deborah got good whiff of it. She had been wondering where the stench came from and now she knew. She gagged some and quickly covered her nose and mouth with a scarf. She had smelled a lot bad stuff on the battle field, but, this had to be the worst. Even Gnash seemed to have trouble with it.

"Sorry, big fella." 'I be OK, but, stinks!'

Deborah slipped down her goggles over her eyes, just in case.

With the winds in the area it would be hard hearing anything, but, fate smiled at them as the wind died down long enough for Deborah to hear a faint groaning from one of the few remaining buildings. 'Something is here.'

Dismounting she crept up to one of the doorways into the building and peered in. After some time for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, she saw what was making the sounds - a Gray, chewing on the bones of something big. Stepping back into the shadows, she informed the others, 'a Gray.' 'How many?' She once again peered around the corner, 'looks like only one.' Gnash said, confidently, 'we take it, easy.'

Although, Gnash can be overconfident at times, she was certain they could take down one Gray. But, did they want to this far from any help? Again, fate stepped in, as Gnash stepped forward, he knocked down a crumbling pillar with his tail. The pillar came down with a large crash. Both Deborah and Yaszail glared at a sheepish Gnash. 'Sorry.' Well, so much for the element of surprise or avoiding the fight. The only hope was the Gray did not come out to investigate.

(( I hope you do not mind doing the Gray. Lately, my battles tend to be too pat. ))
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Something Sneaky following Zakath and Lisir

The chill of the environment bit like tiny Swarm teeth. Her form changed, golden smoke enveloping her body and shifting it subtly. Fur sprouted over exposed flesh and she sighed in relief at the extra warmth. Along with that warmth, though, came further heightened senses that made her nose wrinkle. Something was there that wasn't so great. Even the beast beneath her shuddered, scales rippling around his nostrils.

Death. It smells like death. Xar told her. There was uncertainty in that bond, a primal fear that the dragon fought with every wingbeat.

Yeah it's gross. But it's nothing we haven't smelled before. Keep going. I can see Lisir still. Hadassah urged her cautious dragon forward. The pair had seen enough battle since their bonding to know the stench of decay. In this seemingly isolated place, it was certainly a cause for concern. They needed to find the source. Hadassah was sure that was what Lisir and Zakath were about.

But there is something wrong here. Xar was not afraid, though his voice might indicate such. Rather, he was nervous because they were so few and he only wanted his Keeper to remain safe. She could hold her own in a fight, but he was only one and she was very small. As it was, they weren't even supposed to be here. It was only Hadassah's curiosity and the way she latched on to rumors that put them here.

Investigations into once-Ternarium lands had reached her keen ears and she'd meant to volunteer in the beginning, but by the time she got the chance it was too late. All of the spots for scouting and investigating were filled. With the Ternarium threat at a current low thanks to Ebon, they had little else to do and Hadassah didn't do well with being idle. They'd opted to spy on the gathering and follow one of the investigators. Perhaps they could help?

Xar winged down through the air, keeping well behind Lisir so as not to startle the other dragon. It wasn't until they reached the dark pool of something. The stench was emanating from it without a doubt. The gold and crimson dragon landed deftly upon the rocks nearby, trying not to draw attention to himself. He was too big, however, and the rocks too loose. Several large stones tumbled down the incline, making a bit of a racket as they did so. Oops...
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All my friends are heathens take it slow....Wait for them to ask you who you know......
Zakath and Lisir

The smell was driving both of them batty as they flew to find the source. Sure they had taken a few samples of nearby items but the source of that smell was their driving point at this time. They needed to figure it out and figure it out fast. And when they did find it, Lisir bulked and took a step back from it. Lisir snorts some shaking his head at this This is bad bad my Zakath. I really do not like this. It is bad bad. the light colored dragon was very upset by this place and wanted away from it. But his Keeper was determined to check it out now, they were told to complete this task.

Frowning he dismounts now and heads to the edge of the black bubbling pool. While the heat felt great on his wings the stench was, horrible. But he had to get a sample of this black pool he supposed. Kneeling now with his wings pulled up tight Zakath starts to lean over the pool with a bottle to grab a sample of this almost…blood like substance that was oozing from the earth. He had to be carefully, he did not want to land in whatever this was and as it was his hand was going to end up with a bit on it from reaching down to fill the bottle but he could hope he would be alright.

Of course that was when the younger gold and crimson dragon landed behind Lisir making the rocks tumble causing the older dragon to turn quickly to whip around to face what COULD be a threat. In doing so, his tail hits his bonded, FLINGING his bonded into the mucky nasty sludge he had been bent over collecting……..

((Sorry on the delay))
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