The League: Bloodlines ((Started/Closed))
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"This is a nice home you have here. thank you for welcoming me in it. if there is anything you ever want me to do, it shall be done. Now might i ask where may i meditate and try to confront whats in my head? I don't wish to be a burden on you." Matrion said and bowed
Matrion arrived in a part of her mind that she'd never seen before. It was a room, circular with images on the wall of fire, giving off a low red glow. They seemed to move when not looking at them. The other half of the room was dark and foggy.
Two dragon like blue eyes appeared in the fog. "Hello, might i ask who you are?" Matrion said to the pair of eyes. They approached her and a large white dragon head came out of the fog. "wux re plythu, si mirjal desta." the Dragon then pushed her up against a wall and the tattoos on Matrion started to glow red, in both this dream land and the real world.
They were burning causing an ungodly amount of pain. she let out a scream of agony. The dragon made an attempt to speak to her but it was butchered. "dout soul ui jaka my possession" and it threw her back into the real world.
Matrion came out of her trance breathing heavily and sweating. Upon looking at her tatoos they were glowing red and then slowly faded back to black.
Two dragon like blue eyes appeared in the fog. "Hello, might i ask who you are?" Matrion said to the pair of eyes. They approached her and a large white dragon head came out of the fog. "wux re plythu, si mirjal desta." the Dragon then pushed her up against a wall and the tattoos on Matrion started to glow red, in both this dream land and the real world.
They were burning causing an ungodly amount of pain. she let out a scream of agony. The dragon made an attempt to speak to her but it was butchered. "dout soul ui jaka my possession" and it threw her back into the real world.
Matrion came out of her trance breathing heavily and sweating. Upon looking at her tatoos they were glowing red and then slowly faded back to black.
Contristo and his slave had finally reached the site of destruction. A dying pyre could be seen in the centre of the courtyard, orange flecks of cinder at its base with tattered ropes leading from it. From this focal point about 12 corpses could be identified.
Some were suffering from gash wounds who's origin appeared to be from some great and wicked talon. Some were cinders with the flesh and muscle dripping off of charred bones. Others were simply pulps of Skin ans sinew with jagged bones jutting forth where they had been crushed with great force.
Contristo soaked in the surroundings, playing out what must have occurred in his mind. After a his brief moment of internal reanalysis he turned to greet his slave. He gripped the column of notes and removed them from the little girls grip and placing them on a nearby windowsill.
"Cloud Runner, look and tell me what you think happened here." Contristo motioned to the carnage of the court around him.
After posing the question he made his way to a dwindling flame about a metre from the pyre. It seemed to stand out in colour as it contained flecks of blue racing through it. Contristo reached into a pocket stitched into his Toga Pulla and retrieved a small vial. He placed it over the flame, turned it over and sealed it in one quick movement. Much to Contristo's surprise the Flame remained lit despite the lack of air, he brought it to his eye's and studied it carefully, waiting to hear Cloud Runner answer his question.
Some were suffering from gash wounds who's origin appeared to be from some great and wicked talon. Some were cinders with the flesh and muscle dripping off of charred bones. Others were simply pulps of Skin ans sinew with jagged bones jutting forth where they had been crushed with great force.
Contristo soaked in the surroundings, playing out what must have occurred in his mind. After a his brief moment of internal reanalysis he turned to greet his slave. He gripped the column of notes and removed them from the little girls grip and placing them on a nearby windowsill.
"Cloud Runner, look and tell me what you think happened here." Contristo motioned to the carnage of the court around him.
After posing the question he made his way to a dwindling flame about a metre from the pyre. It seemed to stand out in colour as it contained flecks of blue racing through it. Contristo reached into a pocket stitched into his Toga Pulla and retrieved a small vial. He placed it over the flame, turned it over and sealed it in one quick movement. Much to Contristo's surprise the Flame remained lit despite the lack of air, he brought it to his eye's and studied it carefully, waiting to hear Cloud Runner answer his question.
"Thank you Lorronix, but i have unleashed this upon myself. I trusted something now it all but has control of my body and i'm powerless to do anything about it. I must be strong and cope with it. You don't need to change back to a human to talk back to me, body language changes are suffice enough. I can usually make out emotions and reactions from them. Its surprising how much you learn while studying the way creatures interact with one another." Matrion said while taking deep breaths to calm herself down.
Far off in the forest, a Roman soldier walked alone. He had been separated from the others in the mad chase they had given to the glowing figure, and now he was trying to find his way back. That would not be happening. He heard a faint fluttering sound, like a cloak falling to the floor. He drew his blade and turned to face the sound, but saw nothing. There were only the sparse bushes of the same type he'd been seeing for hours. He gave a sigh of relief at his good fortune. That was when the blade burst through his chest.
It was a shimmering weapon, made of light itself, it seemed to the soldier. He tried to call for help, but a hand was quickly clasped over his mouth, and only a muffled panicking noise could escape its vice.
"Shhhhh. It's almost over."
A dull shuk-ing noise rang in the soldiers ears as a spike materialized in the man's hand and drove itself into his skull.
Not three second later, Zech believed it safe to drop him to the floor, dead.
"They will not find you out here. They will all tell themselves that it was a trickster from your blasphemous place, Hades, or something akin to that. I, however, must return to my village now. You see, I am on a quest, by the grace of God, to free this land from your oppression. Wish me luck, new friend."
Zech turned and walked away from the corpse. He did not know why he spoke to his victims, but it comforted him in some grim way. It humanized them. It reminded him that for all their atrocities, the Romans were still people and had to be treated as such. He wasn't sure what step to take next. The Roman garrison was down several men and their barracks was heavily damaged. That seemed like a victory, but because of Matrion's showcase the leaders of their military would surely hear of the wretched, unnatural place this village was, and they would likely send soldiers of their own. Or worse.
I wonder... Zech mused as he began the trek home. Do the Romans have men and women with gifts like those of the Exorcists? They seem to burn all like that, but they would surely be a better use to them alive.
It was a shimmering weapon, made of light itself, it seemed to the soldier. He tried to call for help, but a hand was quickly clasped over his mouth, and only a muffled panicking noise could escape its vice.
"Shhhhh. It's almost over."
A dull shuk-ing noise rang in the soldiers ears as a spike materialized in the man's hand and drove itself into his skull.
Not three second later, Zech believed it safe to drop him to the floor, dead.
"They will not find you out here. They will all tell themselves that it was a trickster from your blasphemous place, Hades, or something akin to that. I, however, must return to my village now. You see, I am on a quest, by the grace of God, to free this land from your oppression. Wish me luck, new friend."
Zech turned and walked away from the corpse. He did not know why he spoke to his victims, but it comforted him in some grim way. It humanized them. It reminded him that for all their atrocities, the Romans were still people and had to be treated as such. He wasn't sure what step to take next. The Roman garrison was down several men and their barracks was heavily damaged. That seemed like a victory, but because of Matrion's showcase the leaders of their military would surely hear of the wretched, unnatural place this village was, and they would likely send soldiers of their own. Or worse.
I wonder... Zech mused as he began the trek home. Do the Romans have men and women with gifts like those of the Exorcists? They seem to burn all like that, but they would surely be a better use to them alive.
"Well that's convenient. if you like being a wolf its fine with me. if i had the chance to turn into something like that while retaining control, i would. but when i turned into that... thing, it took control, i never knew what it felt like. you're truly luck that you can do thing like other people only dream of. you've had the chance to form a pack, while still having humanity inside you. if you don't like being human i don't blame you." Matrion spoke and leaned back against the tree and closed her eyes, listening to the rain hit the ground.
A few pebbles and enough drops of water to make a small ball were floating. The pebbles formed into a humanoid shape, the water a dragon head. It looked like the humanoid was running but the dragon came up and ate it. the entire thing fell apart as soon as Matrion opened her eyes. She had been doing it simply by letting her emotions flow without suppression, and she didn't realize that it was happening.
A few pebbles and enough drops of water to make a small ball were floating. The pebbles formed into a humanoid shape, the water a dragon head. It looked like the humanoid was running but the dragon came up and ate it. the entire thing fell apart as soon as Matrion opened her eyes. She had been doing it simply by letting her emotions flow without suppression, and she didn't realize that it was happening.
Cloud Runner gasped for a moment at the corpses. This town was definitely no good. She was hardly a stranger to death, but that didn't mean she had to like it at all.
Contristo's words snapped her out of her stunned state. She began to breath again as she realized that he was doing another one of his tests. An answer of 'I don't know' would never be acceptable.
Start with your senses. She could do that.
Cloud runner knelt nearby. She picked up a bit of charred wood and examined it. Looking over it the surface was strongly burned, turned past charcoal; however it was already cool to the touch and the opposite side barely seemed singed.
"So..." She half thought out loud. "The fire burned really hot, but quickly. Like a grass fire." She considered a little bit more. "But I don't smell any oil," it was a scent she probably wouldn't ever forget, "So... maybe some new kind of weapon?" She submitted hesitantly.
The slashed people were another issue though. Those wounds definitely looked like claws, not swords. But animals wouldn't normally come so far into a human town and a monster this strong probably wouldn't have made such a small attack.
Cloud Runner let her mind spin for a bit as she tried to think of what could match the circumstances. "So..." She finally said. "The towns people were going to burn someone. But the person was the friend of a local druid who attacked them with some new fire weapon and some animal claws. Then they escape. That explains why we heard the guards running around earlier."
She finished up and looked at Contristo. No doubt she had missed something, but she seemed to be getting better each time.
Contristo's words snapped her out of her stunned state. She began to breath again as she realized that he was doing another one of his tests. An answer of 'I don't know' would never be acceptable.
Start with your senses. She could do that.
Cloud runner knelt nearby. She picked up a bit of charred wood and examined it. Looking over it the surface was strongly burned, turned past charcoal; however it was already cool to the touch and the opposite side barely seemed singed.
"So..." She half thought out loud. "The fire burned really hot, but quickly. Like a grass fire." She considered a little bit more. "But I don't smell any oil," it was a scent she probably wouldn't ever forget, "So... maybe some new kind of weapon?" She submitted hesitantly.
The slashed people were another issue though. Those wounds definitely looked like claws, not swords. But animals wouldn't normally come so far into a human town and a monster this strong probably wouldn't have made such a small attack.
Cloud Runner let her mind spin for a bit as she tried to think of what could match the circumstances. "So..." She finally said. "The towns people were going to burn someone. But the person was the friend of a local druid who attacked them with some new fire weapon and some animal claws. Then they escape. That explains why we heard the guards running around earlier."
She finished up and looked at Contristo. No doubt she had missed something, but she seemed to be getting better each time.
Matrion looked at Lorronix "Think i should go back there and try to make amends? it might not be the best idea but its something to do." and some rocks started to float and they formed a cage. inside that cage was the dragon's head made out of water it started to thrash around and it eventually broke free. "That's exactly what i don't want to happen."
Onyx had arrived at the town seconds ago, but he was already walking through the town and looking for the nearest chapel that was in session. His horse had already left for the forest, but that didn't really concern Onyx since he was fine walking back anyway. Onyx stumbled when he was abruptly shoved aside, looking up to see people running away from something. Onyx shook his head and turned around, catching somebody who had been running away with tears in their eyes.
"What's going on? Why is everybody running?" Onyx asked a young man who struggled in vain to break free of Onyx's grasp.
"A demon! A demon came and killed our soldiers! We need to leave now!!!" The man shouted, to which Onyx let the man go. Onyx watched as the man blended in with a crowd of others trying to escape the town.
Onyx started a sprint back where everyone was fleeing from, and eventually he was the only one left, the crowd either having gone home or fled the city. Onyx came to a stop before what appeared to be a pyre that had been burned down. Bodies lay scattered on the ground, either slashed open or burnt to a crisp from an unknown source of flame. The only people who seemed alive were two people who were examining the scene either by looking up at the pyre or checking the bodies.
"Hey. Do you know what happened here?" Onyx called out, stepping over the charred body of a soldier.
"What's going on? Why is everybody running?" Onyx asked a young man who struggled in vain to break free of Onyx's grasp.
"A demon! A demon came and killed our soldiers! We need to leave now!!!" The man shouted, to which Onyx let the man go. Onyx watched as the man blended in with a crowd of others trying to escape the town.
Onyx started a sprint back where everyone was fleeing from, and eventually he was the only one left, the crowd either having gone home or fled the city. Onyx came to a stop before what appeared to be a pyre that had been burned down. Bodies lay scattered on the ground, either slashed open or burnt to a crisp from an unknown source of flame. The only people who seemed alive were two people who were examining the scene either by looking up at the pyre or checking the bodies.
"Hey. Do you know what happened here?" Onyx called out, stepping over the charred body of a soldier.
Contristo slipped the vial of persistent blue flame into another pocket in his garb.
He scanned over the carnage once more before listening to Cloud Runner's deductions. As she spoke he swiftly made the gap between him and his servant linking her words with what he had gathered from his investigation.
When she was finished he couldn't help but be impressed by the young girl. She had missed some crucial details but picked up the gist of the attack. He tousled her hair and reached down picking up the remnants of the rope that had been used to restrain the victim of flame.
"Close guess girl, But look at these ropes." Contristo motioned to the frayed ends where they had been torn.
"These were pulled apart by a great force, not cut or burnt. and the flames have unique qualities, surely you noticed the odd coloration?" He pulled out the vial of flame that now shone a stark blue.
"Magical these flames are, and only one creature can make flames that needn't air." Contristo let his words sink in watching the girls expression of shock grow on her face as she remembered the myth's of old.
"The being that did this, and there was only one being, was a drag-" Contristo's words were cut off by a figure in the background. He was inquiring as to what had occurred at this scene of devastation.
Contristo dropped the vial of shimmering blue flame into the hands of Cloud Runner "Hide this!" he whispered and jolted off to greet the man.
He scanned over the carnage once more before listening to Cloud Runner's deductions. As she spoke he swiftly made the gap between him and his servant linking her words with what he had gathered from his investigation.
When she was finished he couldn't help but be impressed by the young girl. She had missed some crucial details but picked up the gist of the attack. He tousled her hair and reached down picking up the remnants of the rope that had been used to restrain the victim of flame.
"Close guess girl, But look at these ropes." Contristo motioned to the frayed ends where they had been torn.
"These were pulled apart by a great force, not cut or burnt. and the flames have unique qualities, surely you noticed the odd coloration?" He pulled out the vial of flame that now shone a stark blue.
"Magical these flames are, and only one creature can make flames that needn't air." Contristo let his words sink in watching the girls expression of shock grow on her face as she remembered the myth's of old.
"The being that did this, and there was only one being, was a drag-" Contristo's words were cut off by a figure in the background. He was inquiring as to what had occurred at this scene of devastation.
Contristo dropped the vial of shimmering blue flame into the hands of Cloud Runner "Hide this!" he whispered and jolted off to greet the man.