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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 6, 2012, 8:41 pm
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When Dracona woke, she was laying in another clearing. She
looked around, puzzled. Surely it wasn't the same clearing where
their battle had taken place. She sat up, and hundreds of
glittering sparks danced at the edges of her vision. Karra was
unconscious on the ground beside her, and Cyndor was siting
across from her on a old stump.
She spread out her wings, checking for tears in the membrane,
then checked the rest of her body as well. Everything seemed to
be in tact; she even found her cloak near by. She reached up to
run her fingers through her hair. One side of her head was more
cold then the other and she figured that her hair had just
gotten folded in some strange way when she had been unconscious.
However, her fingers met inch-long charred fuzz where her hair
used to be.
Swearing in the ancient tongue of the dragons, Dracona removed
her breastplate and examined herself in its reflection. All of
the hair on the right side of her head had been burned away by
the spell that Cyndor's attack at triggered. With a resigned
sigh, she drew her hunting knife and hacked off the rest of her
hair so that it was the same length as the burned part. She
tossed away her shorn locks in disgust.
"Of course! The only part of me that isn't fireproof..." Dracona
lamented. Then, suddenly, realization dawned across her face.
"Wait! We're alive! We did it!"
She leaped to her feet in excitement, then promptly sat down
again as a wave of dizziness washed over her. This didn't seem
to phase her, for she flopped back in the soft grass of the
clearing. She reached across and unbuckled her arm guards, and
then kicked off her boots. It had been more than a week since
she last allowed herself the freedom of nothing but her
loose-fitting shirt and breaches.
Once she was free of her armor and weapons, Dracona stretched
out with a contented sigh. She let the fatigue that she had been
fighting off for the better part of the last three days overcome
her and was about to doze off when she realized that there was
something off about her surroundings, and that they might still
be in danger.
She sat up again and gave everything a closer look. There were
birds singing in the trees, but they were of no species that the
draconian was familiar with. There were trees surrounding them,
but they were much younger than the great ancients that made up
the forests that she was used to. The sky was different too,
more blue and less warm than that of Mechanus. There was also a
smell of decay that permeated everything, though it was too
faint for anyone other than an elf or a draconian to detect.
"Cyndor," Dracona said, her voice filled with apprehension. "I
don't think we're in Mechanus anymore."
((Hehe, I guess we kind of gave up on the elvish names. XD))
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: slimemold4 Date: November 7, 2012, 7:50 am
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((I'm not sure I ever had one in the first place. ^.^'))
"No, Dracona." Cyndor said grimly. "I'm afraid we aren't." He
gestured at the forest around him. "From what I've seen so far,
this is one of the only places in the close area that is still
woodland."
He sighed and buried his face in his hands. After a moment of
tense silence he looked up and ran his fingers through his hair,
looking quite distressed. "Everything here is . . . I don't
know, I can't explain it. The buildings are too close together.
They use lights that don't burn but have no magic. They have
carriages without horses. A while back, some massive bird-thing
flew overhead, making a tremendous roaring sound that shook the
very ground."
Dracona's eyes widened. "Could it have been--"
"A machine." Cyndor said cutting her off. "It was a machine.
That much I know." He leaned back against a tree, sighing yet
again. "I don't know where we are. I can't sense anything. No
other gods, no temples, no devotees, nothing. There is no magic
in this world that I can sense. That worries me greatly."
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 7, 2012, 8:16 am
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"So that means..." Dracona hesitated, still trying to wrap her
head around the situation, "That means that magic is going to be
extremely difficult to use. Especially for you, now that the
only people who believe that you are a god, or know that you
alive, are me and Karra. The chronomancers will assume that you
are dead, and they will start worshiping you successor. Whoever
they are."
She pondered this for a moment. Her powers were fueled by her
own power, so she didn't have to have people believe in her in
order for them to work. However, her other magic that allowed
her control the air around her, might not work at all. She tried
to heat the cool air around her, but she found a void where the
pool of environmental magic had once been.
"Cyndor," Dracona's voice was full of anxiety. "I can't keep
myself warm in this world. We are going to have to start a fire
before it gets dark, or else I won't be able to move in the
morning."
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: slimemold4 Date: November 7, 2012, 8:45 am
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Cyndor was silent for a moment before speaking. "Right." He
said, taking a deep breath. As he exhaled, he stood, gathering
small sticks from all around the clearing. After a few minutes
he had a small fire going. "We lost all of our supplies. No
bedrolls, no food, no nothing. All I've got is a few silver
pennies, maybe about as much as a gold jot."
He rubbed his hands over the fire, fighting off the cold of the
winter night. "You two are powerful," Cyndor said, nodding in
the directions of Karra's sleeping form. "But I won't be much
good with only two devouts. Earlier I tried to control time. I
can't hold the spell longer than about three minutes at a time.
The rest of my magic. . . " He shrugged. "Most of it's gone."
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 7, 2012, 9:05 am
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Dracona shifted into a large dragon. The transformation was
taxing, but the larger form retained heat better than her
humanoid body did. She gently slid Karra closer to the fire.
Then she curled herself around both of her companions,
sheltering them from the wind and maximizing the surface area of
her body that was exposed to the warmth of the fire.
"The only magic I have left is that of shape shifting." She
informed Cyndor. "Even that consumes ten times more energy than
normal. I can't control my body temperature, and I also can't
control the air currents. I won't be able to fly with passengers
unless I have a good gust of wind, and I won't be able to fly
for as long, regardless."
The small fire began to die down, so Dracona reached up and
snapped a dead branch off of a nearby tree. With a flex of her
wrist, she crushed it into little pieces. She then deposited the
pulverized wood next to Cyndor so that he could feed it to the
fire.
"Maybe it will get easier as we get used to this world." Dracona
speculated. "We have always been good at improvising. especially
where magic is concerned."
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: slimemold4 Date: November 7, 2012, 9:46 am
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Cyndor laughed dryly. "Not that we have much of a choice." He
sighed again and leaned against Dracona's warm scales, throwing
wood on the fire. "As long as I've lived, I never appreciated
time as much as I did when I thought I no longer had any." He
was silent for a long time and shrugged.
"I may not."
After what seemed like a long time, he slowly drifted off to
sleep, huddled up against Dracona's body. He slept restlessly,
and eventually woke up an hour or so before sunrise. As he
roused, he stirred the coals in the fire. His stomach grumbled
and he knew they'd have to venture into the city to find food
sooner or later.
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 7, 2012, 10:57 am
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Dracona slept deeply that night. The cold air made her blood
sluggish and her eyes heavy, so she had trouble waking up. With
an annoyed snort, she arched her neck and breathed fire across
her scales. Changing back into her natural form, she quickly put
her armor back on. Karra awoke soon after, and Dracona filled
her in on what they had pieced together so far. Once the elf was
up to speed, they made their way toward the town.
They passed through the outskirts of the town with no resistance
It appeared as if no one was awake, even through the sun had
risen above the skyline. Once they got into the main city,
however, they ran into trouble.
The first person they met, a woman in her late thirties, took
one look at Dracona and began to scream. She ran to a man
dressed in a dark blue uniform and began gesturing frantically.
"That's not good." Dracona murmured, backing away slowly and
holding up her hands to show that she was unarmed. "I don't
think Draconians are common in this world, if they exist at
all."
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: slimemold4 Date: November 7, 2012, 11:52 am
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"Blast!" Cyndor cursed under his breath. He removed his long
traveling cloak and tossed it over Dracona's shoulders, weaving
some magic into it to make it larger. "Keep that hood up." He
told her sternly.
Karra led them into an alley where they melted into the shadows
until the man in uniform came and went. "Looks like magic is
scarce in all its forms," Cyndor says, looking pointedly at
Dracona. "Including magical creatures."
He rubbed his temples and shut his eyes, breathing deeply. His
headache from the day before still throbbed in the back of his
head, and the bright sun wasn't doing much to help. Back in
Mecahnus, he had thought the three little suns bright, but now
they paled in comparison to the blinding brightness of this sun.
"Come on." Cyndor croaked, emerging from the alley and into the
streets, which where starting to fill. "Let's get something to
eat. I wonder if there are any inns or taverns around."
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 7, 2012, 12:14 pm
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((I think maybe a few more posts will have us at the same point
as where the main RP starts.))
Dracona grunted in agreement, unhappy about not being able to
show her face in public. She noted Cyndor rubbing his temples.
She guessed the cause of his discomfort, and began humming a
ballad about the Keeper of Infinity as they began their search
for somewhere they could eat.
Karra soon caught on to what Dracona was doing and joined in,
both women matching their stride with the cadence of the song.
They came upon a sort of outside tavern. There were tables and
chairs set out on a section of tiled flooring that was protected
by a roof of glass.
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: slimemold4 Date: November 7, 2012, 12:22 pm
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Cyndor spent a while studying the small outdoor eatery. Finally
he turned away and grabbed the arm of someone passing by. They
looked up at him in surprise, and struggled to break free.
"Peasant." Cyndor said, his voice strong and commanding. "Tell
me, does this place serve food."
The small man nodded vigorously and wrenched his arm from
Cyndor's grip, bolting off down the sidewalk. Cyndor studied the
place for a moment longer, his face twisted in mute distaste.
"This will do, I suppose."
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