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| Tepet Makara | In the north of Great Forks and in the borders of a dreadful shadowland that is a place drenched in death itself, Makara would wait for others that may aid him in uncovering what his past life was doing in this unholy patch of Creation touched by the macabre graces of the Underworld. "what was I doing here?" He mutters in contemplation alone as he looks over the sunless horizon. Makara knows this is risky even if he is not alone, since shadowlands are infested by hungry ghosts that refused to move on and walking corpses animated by it's entropic energies.
He expects others may not be interested in this endeavor due to fears about going to an Oblivion tainted place or facing it's dangers. But it's just his doubts and worries plaguing his mind. But if no one comes, he will have to go alone |
| Rishi | A shadow passes by overhead, once or twice, then a beautiful woman drops down next to the false dragon, folding her wings around her into a kind of cloak. She gives Makara an inviting grin and a slight bow. "Thank you for doing the inviting of me. I hope you are not doing the minding, but I was knowing someeone who might be doing the helping with this." |
| Bright Journey | While Rishi may have been silent, the next people to arrive are actually pretty loud indeed!
A distant thrumming, then a howling of wind from the south presages a small, localized, very fast moving tornado. It zips above the terrain, making a mockery of hazards, difficult ground, and delicately coifed hairstyles for leagues. As it approaches, it whips the air into a frenzy until it finally arrives...and then slows...and then stops, as Bright Journey and Raullaur are carried to the ground on currents of air. Bright's hair and clothes are picture perfect, the very image of an adventurer -before- it takes places. Not a hair out of place. Raullaur probably looks like he was riding here in a tornado at 100 miles an hour, since that's exactly what he was doing. Regardless, Bright looks around with a wry expression, then offers Makara a small smile. "Well! When Rishi said there was something in the offing near a shadowland, I should have realized it had to do with all of this. One does not go in these places without friends, so I hope you don't mind if I brought a beefy, zombies-might-rethink-their-plan sort of friend along for the ride." |
| Raullaur | The other figure in the air is encased in bright orichalcum plate, that then glimmers, and fades away, leaving the large lion-man to shake his head and mane out and otherwise roll his muscles to stretch out. Still dressed in the plain linen and leather for his simple pants and shirt, he gives a nod. "The last time a bunch of folk snuck away formt he city, there was a fun war and I didn't get to take part." He grins, fangs showing, "I don't want to miss out on this one." |
| Tepet Makara | "Thanks for coming, although you mentioned you don't know much about the shadowlands or the dead, I appreciate your help. Since we are far from Great Forks and a place with Immaculate devotees....." He then looks around but seeing as the Wyld Hunt's eyes are far away, the noble dynast would disappear only for a monstrous warform to take his place. A chimera that's a winged reptilian creature whose fangs drip with paralytic venom and his body shining in moonsilver tattoos. Truly a dragon of the moon, a venomous one at that.
"this form should help when it comes to battling creatures lurking there" His voice changes with his other shape as it sounds more like a predatory growl. He would then notice the arrival of Bright seeing as they have arrived too. "ah you two arrived as well" |
| Rishi | Rishi regards his new form with the discerning eye of a connoisseur, head tilted as she takes it in. After a few moments, she nods. "You are being most properly horrifying and impressive, but still having the nobility suiting one of us. I am approving, yes."
Of course, once Bright and Raul arrive any aloofness vanishes as she goes to give them both hugs. "You have gotten my message! Thank you for doing the coming with us! I think this will be most informative!" |
| Bright Journey | Bright is all smiles as she hugs Rishi tight. "Oh, you know how it is, dear. Decisions, decisions...when you're debating which jewelry to buy, what dress to pick out, which arm candy is worthy of your attention, and something like this comes along...it breaks up the tedium."
She chuckles. "Not really. But I'm happy to help, seriously. You know something of what I'm actually trying to -do-, right? It's easier to draw together people to face the enemy if you can speak about the enemy." She smirks faintly in the gloaming, and her glittering moonsilver bow appears in her left hand, along with her quivers. "And Nightbane has a taste for this sort of thing, as you well know. I'll speak for us and get us safe passage if that becomes necessary, mind you, but I'm hoping we don't have to go so far in that that will be valuable." |
| Raullaur | Raullaur nods. "Thank you for bringing us. And...interesting..." He looks at the large form and frowns slightly as well. "This is...interesting. They told me you were the Tepet that was complaining of nightmares? This is /definitely/ not what I expected you to end up being. To be honest, I thought you were one of the Princes of Creation, and I'd have to fight against you at some opint. Glad to know I was wrong about at least one of those!" |
| Tepet Makara | "Even if I'm from a Great House, I was blessed with another kind of exaltation that I least expected, but I accepted this fate nonetheless" He says to Raul after he sees his beastman form. But seeing as there are enough exalts here, he believes the number could suffice once they trek to the heart of the shadowland itself. "before we go to the shadowland, any questions or other preparations?" |
| Rishi | Rishi headtilts again, considering. "You might be making it most clear to all what you are doing the looking for here. As for the preparations..." From nowhere, liquid silver flows over her soft flesh, before hardening into a solid yet supple state, even the individual hairs on her head encased in silver. "I am now being most ready." |
| Raullaur | Golden light glimmers around the lion as the rayed sun glows on his forehead, and then the armor is back encasing him as well as a grand daiklaive sheathed at his back. The caste mark glows even on the armor's helm them as his voice rumbles deeply. "I am ready, and will protect those who need it!" |
| Tepet Makara | "Looking for that cave in my past life's memories as I saw something there." He mutters while making sure he prepared himself for the trip but it seems there are no other loose ends. He wonders if the "sickly moon" is literal or a metaphor about whatever is in that bleak cave. "but if you are all prepared, then let's go" |
| Bright Journey | Bright Journey, aside from now wielding her bow, doesn't appear to make any changes. Her armor was already on.
"I have a few new tricks up my sleeve, mind you--and one which I think you'll -really- appreciate, Rishi. But for now, I'm ready." She turns and looks at Makara. "Okay. And...well, you already told me all about it, but still, you'll have a far better idea what it looks like than any of us. We're counting on you, though we'll keep our eyes open in the meantime." "Shall we?" |
| Rishi | Rishi nods, then waves everyone forward, heading in herself. "Oh yes, it is important that we are leaving this place while the sun is being in the sky, lest we are accidentally wandering out into the ghost lands that are seeping up at this point. It is being most difficult to be returning to the world of the living after that." |
| Raullaur | The Dawn walks in, unafraid, and watching, even as the light shines brilliantly, only slowly fading. Surely any creature who can see or sens Essene would have some warning about what is coming their way. "I look forward to the fight!" |
| Tepet Makara | "I'll lead the way" The Lunar says as they enter the shadowland's borders. He is on the lookout for any undead that may threaten them and clues leading to where the cave might be. He wonders what could have tainted this place to become a shadowlands, a foul necromantic ritual or painted with the blood of a very gruesome atrocity such as a battle. |
| Tepet Makara | As they walk through this shadowland, the group would realize they are stepping in bones. However half of this bone are half human as they seem to be beastman, specifically of crocodile and auroch folk. The other half of the skeletal remains are covered in gunzosha armor now rendered defunct and irrepairable due to the damages. Although it seemed to be from Lookshy at first, the remnants predate it by a longshot as they belong to a Shogunate era kingdom.
"what in Creation happened here?" Even if he is a veteran of a war, the sight disheartens him. One of the beastman corpses seem to be carrying a banner, but depicts the skull of a horned river dragon emblem written in a mix of riverspeak and skytongue. |
| Bright Journey | Bright Journey looks around her as they crunch their way through the terrain. She is unhappy to some extent, wincing a bit at every crunch of bone, but mostly she's just sad. And determined. Certainly, she doesn't let herself be discouraged.
"There's a lot of possibilities, and to be honest, I have no idea, Rishi. The only thing I know is who won." She looks meaningfully towards the rest of the bleak lands stretching before them. "None of them. None of the ones who fought it, anyway..." Bright looks up, eyes focused on the distance. "I...don't really see much in the way of caves so far, but we may be a while..." |
| Tepet Makara | Once Rishi reads the war banner of the dead beastman, it says in both riverspeak and skytongue. "Fafnirius, Nightmare Of Dragons, Tyrant Of The Bitter Heart and Devourer Of Daimyos. May the usurpers feel his mournful wrath and curses touched by oblivion." The name almost escapes her due to him being an obscure figure, but according to Silver Pact legends. He was a No Moon necromancer that once terrorized the states of the Northeast out of revenge for the death of his Solar lover.
Although many used to praise him for fighting against the Shogunate, his dealings in the Underworld has soured his relations with other shahanyas as he has been blinded by his vendetta. He was eventually slain by a shikari devotee of Mela in a nearby small mountain within the shadowland. |
| Rishi | Rishi relates this information to the others, glancing over at Makera as she does. "Is this banner causing you to be recalling anything of your memories? If you are feeling called to this place, I am thinking this was likely being your past self."
Rishi nods, solemnly at Bright's words. "If we are ever meeting the Zenith, we will need to be inviting them here." |
| Tepet Makara | "Fafnirius.." Once the name enters his hear, a remnant of a memory would then spark in his mind. He dreams again when he was in the Underworld with his solar mate. They were now binding something with labyrinth circle necromancy to an armor infused with both moonsilver and soulsteel. "It's finally done Fafnirius! hahahaha, those traitorous dragonblooded and scheming seers will face our fury as we wield the armies of the Underworld to retake Creation from their ha-" In a second, his solar mate dies as starmetal pierces through his chest. There once was a maiden and says everything must have an end.
"Fafnirius...Faf...ni..rius" He stutters and a chill runs down through his spine once he remembers that awful memory. "He's me....." |