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Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
By: slimemold4 Date: November 9, 2012, 12:25 pm
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Cyndor followed close behind Dracona, launching himself into the
castle and taking up a fighting stance, drawing his orhicalcon
scimitar out of its golden baldric.
Nothing happened.
No monsters jumped out at them. No evil magic tried to kill
them.
"Well that was rather anticlimactic." Cyndor muttered. He turned
to Dracona. "Well. . . I guess we explore the castle now, then?"
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Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 9, 2012, 12:45 pm
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Dracona nodded. "We best stay together though. Whoever or
whatever is doing this seems to be trying to split us up."
She looked around. They had entered a hall that was lined on
both sides with identical doors. It was very dark, so dark that
even her draconian eyes couldn't make out the far end of the
hall. Speaking on of the words of magic that were sacred to
those with dragon blood, she conjured a ball of bright,
whitish-yellow fire.
"We should check each room." Dracona said, able to see the end
of the hall now that she had light to see by. "There are eight
on each side, and one at the far end. We should save one on the
opposite end of the hall for last. It probably leads to the
throne room, and I would like to learn as much about the
creature that inhabits this place before we face it."
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Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
By: slimemold4 Date: November 9, 2012, 12:50 pm
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Cyndor grunted a reply and moved to open the first door to their
right. Inside the room there were many rows of cookware hanging
on walls and resting on shelves. Off to the far corner there was
a pantry that appeared to be fully stocked with fresh food.
"Odd. Someone must be replacing that food if it hasn't gone bad
yet." he said.
There wasn't much else of interest in the room, a few stoves, a
fireplace, and a sink. "Well this room appears harmless enough.
Next?"
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Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 9, 2012, 1:03 pm
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The next room appeared to be a guest bedroom, as did the next
three. They searched each room, checking the dressers and the
cabinets, but everything was empty except for a thin layer of
dust that coated everything.
"Doesn't look like these have been used in a while." Dracona
muttered, running a finger through the dust that had gathered on
a solid, wooden chest. "I don't think they get visitors here
very often. "
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Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
By: slimemold4 Date: November 9, 2012, 1:08 pm
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Cyndor snorted and waved his hands around, encompassing the
whole room. "Yes, the aesthetics are rather gloomy. Doesn't
really do it for me. I think they'd have more business if they
added pink bedspreads, no?" He said chuckling.
Room after room they checked, but all where just as empty as the
first. Finally they stood before the door to what was probably
the throne room. Frustrated, Cyndor placed his hand onto the
door, checking for any evil magics, and pushed, swinging it
open. He stepped into the room and was immediately taken in by
the throne that sat in the center.
The throne was pure, deep black. It was like a hole in the
center of the room. Cyndor was sure that if you looked hard
enough you could see straight to the underworld. This was a
throne that had surely been forged in the fiery depths of the
underworld. There could be no other explanation for something so
dark, so evil.
But it was what was seated upon the throne that really surprised
Cyndor.
His eyes drifted up across the figure and came to rest at the
Black Phoenix emblazoned upon his pearly white plate mail. He
rose from the midnight throne, his white armor casting a
blinding light across the room. He started to step down the
steps leading up to the throne and smiled. "Its been a long
time. How have you been? I've been really busy being dead. You
know, ever since you murdered me."
Cyndor took a step back, stumbling. "No. You're dead. This can't
be--"
"But it is." He said. Out of thin air the man pulled Karra. She
appeared to be sleeping peacefully, suspended in his arm by her
armor.
"Kronos." Cyndor growled, "Give her back. I'm much more powerful
than you. I killed you once, and I'll kill you again. You aren't
the God of Time anymore."
"Ah." Kronos chuckled. "We'll see." He gave Karra a cursory
glance and waved his hand, making her disappear again. "I spent
a long time in that accursed underworld, and I got to know the
Keeper pretty well. He's a nice guy, albeit a little . . .
testy. I was causing him a lot of trouble so he cut me a little
deal. Now I have even more power than ever before!" He cackled.
"But this is only the beginning of our little game Cyndor. You
where my star pupil. If anyone can defeat me, it's you." And
then he vanished.
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Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 13, 2012, 7:50 am
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((What the heck am I supposed to do with this? D8))
Dracona gritted her teeth, offering no comment on what had just
happened. Cyndor was always getting them into this sort of
situation, and it was looking like Karra would pay the price
this time. She flexed her shoulder, felling the scales on her
back resisting her movement where they had been torn by another
one of Cyndor's old friends; Faluzure, the draconic god of
undeath and decay.
"So, what are you going to do now?" She demanded, trying to bite
back her temper. Despite her best efforts to hide her emotions,
she couldn't stop herself from slamming her tail against the
floor. The force of the blow cracked the black tile and sent
tiny fragments of obsidian skittering across the floor.
"This place breeds dark emotions and reopens old wounds." She
snarled, and as she spoke the words, she felt the unexplained
anger and bitterness subside. "Either that, or I'm going mad."
#Post#: 254--------------------------------------------------
Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
By: slimemold4 Date: November 13, 2012, 8:00 am
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((:P))
"Both." Cyndor muttered. He walked up to the midnight throne and
drew his orhicalcum scimitar, raising it high over his head and
slamming it into the throne, shattering it into a million black
shards with a great bellow.
"Graddakh!" He cursed. He scooped up some of the shards and put
them in his pocket before turning to face Dracona. "We have to
get out of here. This castle isn't of this world. It exists in
the underworld, in another plane of existence entirely. If we
don't leave soon we won't be able to."
He sighed and rubbed his temples, thinking deeply about Krono
reappearing after a thousand years in the underworld. He took a
deep breath and started to exit the throne room hurriedly.
"Sorry about getting you involved in this." Cyndor said. He
shrugged, replacing his scimitar in its sheath. "I can say I
honestly didn't expect to see him here. Now we just have to
figure out how Skre'talen fits into this mess." He shook his
head slowly.
"Come on, lets go. This place gives me the creeps."
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Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 13, 2012, 8:50 am
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Dracona followed him out of the castle without a word. She knew
that she wasn't in control of her emotions and she knew that she
would likely say something that she'd regret later if she spoke
her mind at that moment.
As they stepped off of the drawbridge, there was a burst of dark
energy and the castle disappeared. Dracona was about to
transform into her travel form, when she heard a snarl from here
the castle had been moments before. She turned, and came
nose-to-nose with a massive helhound.
The beast opened its mouth to bite her head off, acidic saliva
dripping the the ground with a hiss. The draconian stared coolly
into the gaping maw before her, unimpressed. There was a flash
of blue and silver, then a river of blood gushed from the
monster's rent throat. The helhound tried to shriek, but the
only sound it made was a pathetic gurgle. Dracona wiped her
blades on the beast's matted fur, then replaced them in their
scabbards.
"I needed that." She said with a sigh, and she visibly relaxed.
She chuckled. "Sometimes, you just have to kill something."
With that, she turned into her travel form and waited for Cyndor
to climb aboard.
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Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
By: slimemold4 Date: November 13, 2012, 9:05 am
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Cyndor studied Dracona worriedly for a few moments before
clambering onto her back noiselessly. After she had taken off he
sat for a long time in silent meditation, taking in the scenery
around him and surveying the land with his raptor gaze. About an
hour passed this way before he spoke, softly stroking her
shining scales, he said "We'll get her back." His voice was soft
and hoarse.
He cleared his throat and waited a few moments before speaking
again. "She meant a lot to me too, you know. She was more than
just a . . ." He trailed off and sighed. "I'm not good at this."
#Post#: 257--------------------------------------------------
Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 13, 2012, 9:34 am
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"I know." Dracona said, tilting her head to study Cyndor with
one shining blue eye. "You've risked your life often enough for
our sake for that to be clear."
She flew on in silence for several minutes, then continued.
"It's not your fault, you know. She was the one who jumped right
into the arms of that monster. I don't know if you felt it,
being a god and all, but that place had a strange effect on me,
and probably Karra too. She would have never done something like
that if she had been in her right mind."
There was another pause as Dracona tried to find the words to
describe what she had felt in a manor that wouldn't distress
Cyndor any further.
"I felt... angry." She said finally. "For no reason other than
to be angry. It wasn't directed at anything, but it also seemed
to be directed at everything as well. It was like everything
that I had fought so hard to overcome had all of the sudden been
heaped back onto my shoulders again. All of the resentment I had
for my heritage, something that I had come to terms with almost
a century ago, burned within me once again. And the hurt anger I
felt toward you when Faluzure almost took off my wing because
you left me and Karra to fend for ourselves. Though, now I know
that there was no way to avoid that and still have defeated that
foul creature."
((^^^ Subject for another chapter?))
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