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[O] Always Spiders; Open
Topic Started: Fri Dec 17, 2010 12:59 am (888 Views)
Eliel
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A man has a certain image of the typical celestial, a perfectly-mannered, alien being. Pearly wings and alabaster skin, every step made with a feline grace. Not a hair out of place, not a misstep on their treks. Perhaps not even requiring treks, where they can simply be where they wish on a whim.

Typically, this is the angel of every mortal’s dream. Admittedly, it is largely accurate.

Sadly, this is not typical of all said beings.

Eliel leapt backwards, feeling the brushing of cobwebs across his face. His foot set down on a root and slipped across wetted bark, his good foot sticking in the mud. He was unceremoniously thrown to the ground, catching himself on his elbow. Landing heavily, the shoulder gave a sickly pop as it dislocated from the socket. Spitting curses, the elderly-looking man sat up, seizing his left forearm, trying to keep it from moving.

Disheveled and dirty, He leaned forward, getting a foot under himself and pushing himself up. Excruciating pain radiated from his shoulder socket as he moved to catch his balance. The world blurred, darkness creeping around the edges. “Webs. Always webs.” He leaned over, plucking a stubby twig from the ground. Clenching it between his teeth, he grasped his left elbow and walked over to a tree. Grinding his teeth against the stick, he rammed the top of his shoulder against its trunk, using his momentum to push on the arm. Another pop and a wave of sickeningly cheerful colors later, he found himself sitting once more, watery blood running down his chin. Judging by the stick on the ground and the warm numbness of his tongue, he’s screamed and bitten partially into it.

Eliel lifted the pearl ring on his left ring finger, using its magic to guide the watery substance back into the wound. Clapping the hand over his mouth, he drew up a minor spell of healing. The flesh knitted itself together, hurting enough to cause him to curse, but functional enough to allow him to do so.

The celestial took stock of himself, patting the mud off his behind before realizing how quiet the wood seemed. His scream had likely scared off any birds brave enough to venture near the Spiderhaunt.

And attracted anything hungry enough to listen.

Eliel drew his blade, the metal hissing as it came free. He spun on the spot, slicing it through the air just above his head. It connected with an object no thicker than a tree branch, but longer than his forearm. Ichor spurted from the wound, a foul-smelling black fluid that he discovered to have a horrendous taste and likelihood to never fully come free of his clothing.

The spider’s leg dropped to the ground, the spider above it hissing and drawing itself back up, scuttling down the tree trunk and onto the ground. The size of a young cow, the shiny black beast’s eight eyes shimmered as they locked onto a very possible meal. Luriel gave off a glow as it became attuned to Eliel, holy energy rolling off it. He pointed it at the creature like a torch, keeping it at bay.

Spiders. Always spiders.
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It was an unordinary day, in the unordinary life, of an unordinary person. Flames were shimmering around her, cracks forming, flesh burning and the crash approaching. The walls around the dimension were slowing tearing apart around her. The horse was quickly losing a lot of weight, there was no skin left and the meat was quickly tearing off its bones due to the sheer speed of travelling within the dimension. The foul smell was immense, the horse continued to burn up and lose vital body parts, there was no time left, she had to jump now. Her travel plans had been altered without herself knowing, the horse was clearly not up to standards and could not handle travelling as death’s ride from one job to another. At the last minute, she leapt and watched as the horse’s bones turn into dust within mere seconds, then the horse, or rather what still remained of it, went out of eyesight as she fell down into the darkness. She felt weightless as she picked up speed, this was going to be a hard landing.

Ms. Death went through the walls of the dimension and into the world of imythess. The world she had been born in and the place where most of her jobs took place. “Oh great, nothing but trees and not a drop of water in sight…just my luck”. The fall got longer and longer, she picked up speed as she came crashing down from the skies.

She reached the tip of the forest while thinking about something completely unrelated to the situation at hand. Quite simply something that no normal minded person in this situation would do. “What forest is this?” this she was pondering instead of thinking ordinary thoughts like, how to avoid falling to her death, or what last words she wants to mutter, or in which way she wants to scream her lungs in order to perform her best dying scream. But a sudden realization made her come to the conclusion that the ground was quickly picking up speed and planning to tackle her. That thought brought her back on track.

She hit small branches on the way down, that which took little speed away and broke instantly due to her weight and the speed reached by the fall. Then she finally acted, grabbed two of her knives and stabbed them into the trunk of a nearby tree. Even with strength boost equal to the strength of dragons she could not hold on for long, but it had the desired effect of slowing her fall a bit more by ripping the trunk of the tree for few meters until the knives fell out and she with them.

Few more branches got smashed on the way down, until she finally reached the bottom, resulting in a bone breaking sound and a pool of blood, neither which belonged to her. She was sitting on top of a smashed spider skull, blood pouring in all directions and she herself covered in it. “ouch ouch ouch, damn it overwork for him, the death of spiders is going to kill me for this”.

(ooc: I might have to use few things that I technically don't have yet due the dangers of the location. I'll try to avoid that as much as I can but I hope thats fine if it happens?)
Edited by Mephz, Fri Dec 17, 2010 4:05 pm.
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Eliel pressed his weight on his back foot, thrusting forward as the spider leapt. Blade met beast in mid-air, driving itself onto Luriel’s point. Rather than coming to a dead stop, it slid along the blade, jaws still working, eyes burning with fury. Eliel took the brunt of the blow, rolling on his back and bracing his feet against the creature’s thorax. He threw the creature overhead, slamming it into the ground behind.

Coming out on top of the creature, knee pressed to its body, blade tip jutting out at an angle, the magic started. The creature struggled on its back, bleeding profusely and rocking, trying to buck off the wielder of the blade. Pins and needles coursed through his arm, spreading into a glow in his chest as the spider’s lifeforce was sapped to join his own, healing his wounds. Slowly, the arachnid ceased its struggle, lying down in its death.

Standing, Eliel tugged the blade free, a spurt of ichor filling the gap left behind. Lifting the blade, he eyed the shadows all about, feeling the life stirring around him. By all accounts, the slimy blade should be slippery, but his grip remained steadfast. Reaching beneath the expanse of his ragged cloak, He drew forth a black orb the size of a small melon, pulsating with life. Shuddering, the old man spoke under his breath to the orb. A wisp of silver floated off its surface, taking shape and definition. Seconds later stood a full-sized human ghost, a man with shaggy hair, many scars, and missing extremities. Garbed in leathers, it held out a hand. Eliel produced a dagger with a silvery, mist-like quality to it. The hilt gave a slap as if hitting flesh when he put it in the ghost’s hand. Standing at Eliel’s side, the man grinned. ‘Nice to see you’re out and about once more, sir.’ His voice was clear and sharp, enough so that one would swear he was standing there in the flesh. “Looking lively, Auron.” ‘Always a funny joke, milord.

The second spider crept up a tree, greenish in the filtered sunlight. Man and ghost watched readily as it scuttled along the branch above. None of the three of them noticed the rattles and snaps of brush breaking overhead.

Notable enough was the blurred form of a woman falling from above, landing atop the spider, and driving it to the soil below with a crunch and burst of black fluid.

“ouch ouch ouch, damn it overwork for him, the death of spiders is going to kill me for this”.

Eliel blinked a few times before lifting his blade once more, dripping ichor, at the woman’s center of mass. “Auron!” He shouted the implied command. The ghost glided the several meters between them rapidly, standing behind her with the dagger high.
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The woman rose up, a feat not many normal humans could perform after falling about hundred meters from the sky. Then again she is hardly normal in any way except for appearance, which overall comes very close to being ordinary. She is a bit tall compared to most females yet her figure matches her height perfectly. She has a slightly pale skin but otherwise spotlessly clear. Black long silky smooth hair and blue eyes fit the face like text on paper. Hel rose up; she was dressed in a black phantom shroud that almost completely hid everything beneath it from sight, everything except one medium shield that was currently resting on her back. The shroud was now at large parts drenched in black spider blood but the woman did not give it much thought, if anything it was normal for her to walk paths filled with blood.

Hel took a deep breath before she skimmed the surroundings, she almost instantly recognized where she was right now. Her job as death had often led her here, when either mad or stupid people decided to wander into this pit from hell for no good reason at all usually. “damn.. this foul place”. Black trees, spider webs and a giant spider as a cushion, this could be no other place except for Spiderhaunt woods.

This was going to be a long trip without a ride but nothing happened if she remained in this dark forest. “Lets get going then”, the line was directed at the torrent of voices within her own mind. They had grown restless, bombarding her with opinions and suggestions that which she had no interest in hearing. The line silenced them instantly but then another headache crept up on her. A floating knife, no… not floating knife but a ghost wielding one.

She grew uninterested, ghosts were quite common in death’s dimension, heck they were the only damn thing she could talk with in there, and they usually did not say very much. Maybe occasional rants about how things were better on imythess during their time period and few hundred retellings of the heroic ways they had lost their lives. It was a story that seemed to change slightly every time, but they did not speak about much else and it’s not like they brought news with their dead status and all.

Bright lady, whose name I speak; I call you down, it's you I seek. Fire I command you

A glowing fireball formed between her fingers on her right hand, floating slightly above the palm waiting to be released at the approaching ghost. She held back for now, after all if lucky she might probe the ghost for directions if it behaved.
Edited by Mephz, Sat Dec 18, 2010 2:20 am.
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Eliel became alarmed at the appearance of the spell. Stepping forward, he reached out with his free hand, a sheen of watery liquid coating it. Closing his fingers around the fireball, he quenched it without a burn. “I’d appreciate it—” He said, retracting his hand, “If you did not threaten my friend.” Sheathing his blade, he took stock of the situation. Giving the woman a respectful breadth, he circled her and took the dagger from Auron’s pearly hand. “Dismissed, until I need you once more.” He spoke, not looking at the ghost. ’sir, are you sur—‘ He drifted away mid-sentence as the dismissal, the ties binding him to the plane severed.

Peace, friend. I mean no harm.

Backing several meters away, he lifted his hands palms-up. “What brings you all this way?” Eliel queried. It was rare to find someone so far out in Norwood, that their journeys brought them to Spiderhaunt. None but a shadier sort was common around these parts. Imythess was largely an open society, welcoming of most paths. Those that were not accepted generally followed a handful of choices. Taking care of those consorting by demons was his business by birth. Taking care of those who meddled with the dead was his business by the path he’d decided to walk.

He would make no rash decisions or take no hasty actions until he knew what she was there for. The woman could likely be in the wrong place and need his help. But judging by the swiftness she’d conjured the ball of flame with, it was unlikely she required assistance. Not to mention that she’d come from the sky, for which the only explanation he could think of was a spell of flight, which was no mean feat. In any case, her preference seemed for fire, of which he feared little.

Call me Lu.” He said, smiling at her, which admittedly felt a little forced, given the situation. He remained in his most unthreatening form, an elderly man with stringy hair and little muscle. He found it most effective to judge character of those who found themselves superior in a situation, to discover how they treat their inferiors.
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Hel was slightly shocked; she had not noticed another figure except for the ghost. And to make the experience even more puzzling, the person that had sneaked up on her, seemed to be an old man. There are some things that experience teaches you; the first chapter in a book written about it would probably be called, “Beware of old shady looking characters that can quench fireballs with their hands“, followed by chapters covering vital information like „don‘t eat a scorpion without taking its tail of first” or „when you see a dragon, don‘t ask for directions“.

The old man seemed to be in the mood for talk rather than trouble though, that suited Hel just fine. She thought she was a good judge of character (which is usually wrong) and this old man seemed almost harmless, if you look past the deeds he had already done, the fact that he seemed to be able to summon a ghost and the fact that he was standing within spiderhaunt without a scratch on his body in sight. Hel decided not to think about it anymore, he said he came in peace and that was enough for her.

Pointing up to the sky, she spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world. „hello Lu, you can call me Hel, my horse caught fire and I fell“. Too her, this just seemed normal, she did not understand that flying horses was quite uncommon in the world and falling from the sky probably a lot less common that she thought, even though it happened occasionally, especially when dragons were involved.
Edited by Mephz, Sun Dec 19, 2010 2:04 am.
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Luriel bowed his head, face scrunched up in thought. It was entirely possible he’d heard the name before. It was small if he had heard it, and he had not listened to the ramblings of the dead since his encounter with lichdom. “You say your horse… caught fire? May I ask just what you were doing to cause such an occurrence? Not to mention that horses don’t tend to make a habit of flying…” The angel thought back over the order of events that had begun this… experience.

He had just injured himself. Drawn near a good number of beasts most have nightmares about. He’d been fighting them by himself, and touched on the realm of death to call up his loyal ally. At this time, the woman’s horse seemed to catch fire. She fell through the brush and atop his next foe. Her words were something along the lines of the Death of Spiders. And for some reason, he didn’t believe she was speaking of the act of spiders dying. And to reinforce it all, she seemed unfazed by the presence of a ghost, calling up the power to send it back to its own, rightful plane.

Ahh, I see now.” Luriel nodded to the woman. He’d heard of them briefly, in glancing whispers. Not too common, but they had happened, and that in itself was common enough. “The deaths, no?” Luriel smiled, curious at what point the woman would grow suspicious of the old man in the middle of nowhere, calling up ghosts to aid him, and holding an intimate knowledge of varied sects of the plane of death.

Bowing, he brought his index and middle finger to his sternum in respect. “I would ask what brings you here, but I think I know what that might be. I may have inadvertently caused a weak spot. My apologies. I have no replacement horse to provide you with, but I can escort you, if you wish, wherever you may find yourself wishing to travel.
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Hel was ready for the question, she just did not have an answer. She gave herself some time to think with a short sigh. It seems she had done it again. How hard it is to try remembering what belongs where, when you travel to multiple worlds that tent to be very different from each other. She had completely forgotten that on imythess horses don't normally fly, except for few winged types of horses...with that recollection she lied

“oh, it was a winged horse, I met few imps that attacked me and stupidly threw a fireball upwind, then….”

She stopped in mid sentence when the old man spoke again. She had been sure that he was no ordinary old man, this addition of his to the conversation kind of confirmed it, since no common person would know about deaths. She changed direction of her speech and decided to come clean, if he already knew this much there would be no hurt in telling him anyway. The rules forbidding her to tell common people about the herself, only applied to people that did not know anything to begin with and at any rate he seemed to have come to a slightly incorrect conclusion and she wanted to correct that. It would bugger her endlessly if he went on thinking every death was the same.

“I don’t suppose that you are by any chance a mage? Bugger it, hope you aren’t a Lich but I wonder what you meant by “THE” Deaths. After all you should be aware how many gods there were, so it should be obvious that the world is swarming with different kind of deaths. Each god had their own opinion and created the afterlife he desired for his followers, some people believe in reincarnation, others believe that Valkyries, or angels will come to fetch them not deaths. Now with the gods gone the afterlife is just one big mess of possible afterlives”

Hel really wanted to open her book and check out what it showed about the stranger in front of her. Her own personal rules forbid her from doing this though, since she only read about the past and future of those she was going to be harvesting souls from and frankly this old man did not look like he was close to dying. Well, he might look like he was knocking at deaths door if you based the opinion on appearance alone, but that was not the way of Helen, she knew better.

“it seems you’ve got me at a disadvantage though, I’ll love the company if I knew more about the company I had, if you understand my meaning”
Edited by Mephz, Wed Dec 29, 2010 11:46 pm.
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