Dragon Castle(Ver. 2.0)(CLOSED)

[Goruk Devon]

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Hiro noticed Jodan was having what seemed to be a panic attack of sorts from the dragon. He walked over and placed a hand on the mans shoulder and leaning down to him looking at him. "Do not worry. Everything will be alright. I will protect you from any and all dangers." he spoke very calm and sincere to Jodan as he attempted to comfort him. Meanwhile around them baby dragons had come out now that the big one was gone and started to come around Jodan and Goruk sniffing some even climbing up Goruk almost as if he was a jungle gym for the little drakes.

A small white dragon comes up to Jodan nuzzling his leg with its head before flying away sloppily. Goruk notices and smiles before saying "Jodan would you mind if I traveled with you a bit." he gestured towards the baby dragons before saying "Watching these dragons come over to us even with you here is amazing. They normally come out for me but for a complete stranger they will usually run and hide or stay hidden...You must be something special..." Goruk said kindly his stare becoming more gentle towards Jodan.



Mood: Relieved
My location: Inside the Mountains
People I'm with: Jodan Kurofwodo
Current equipment: His claymore, Armor and cloak.
Out of Conscious:  

[xCyanRushx]

Horrin looks over to Phelan with delight.

"My name? It is Horrin. My, how rude of me... We never had a proper introduction. I apologize, my friend. Now let us see to-"

Horrin is cut-off as he proceeds to leave the front entrance with Phelan, as Horrin then notices one of the Dragon Castle guards presenting them with the prisoner.

"Ah, speak of the devil. This saves us quite a bit of time Phelan. Looks like they came to us."

Horrin smiles and turns toward the guard with a satisfied look on his face.

"Mighty fine work sir. Do not take Hiyama's words to heart. You did the best you could and you still accomplished your task. We'll take him from here."

Horrin walks up to the individual as the guard presents him to Horrin and Phelan. He walks around him with an intrigued look on his face and his hand on his chin. Obviously, observing the cultist and examining the newly captured prisoner.

The cultist was a male with pale white skin. His eyes look unconcerned, despite the current situation he is in. The robes were colored black with bizarre red trimmings that look almost look like bushes of thorns that caress the seams of the sleeves, hood, and the cutoff at the bottom. On the back of the robes, a red crown adorned with eyes is aligned within the center, surrounded by a circle with unknown markings. Horrin removes his hood and reveals the face of the cultist. He had red hair and bright green eyes. He seemed rather young, given his facial structure and his skin being quite rich.

"Man, this screams cultist." Horrin exclaims, but then he looks down on his own robes.

Horrin mumbles to himself, "You're not really one to talk..."

He shakes his comment off and looks at Phelan in a curious manner.

"Phelan, have you ever interrogated a man before?" He says as his face lights up as he highly anticipates his answer.






Mood: Eager
My location: Sanctuary
People I'm with: Phelan Durai, Hiyama Aeros
Current Summon: Gremzal (Not in Party)
Out of Conscious: N/A

 

[Goruk Devon]

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Hiro rushed the baby dragons away using throat gargles and hisses like he was talking to them. They all scampered away back into the mountain the little white one looking back one last time before flying away into the mist. Hiro then turned to Jodan hearing that he was ready to head to Maldria. He had never been out of these mountains before and at first he had no direction as to what he was going to do or where to go. Though now he has a purpose and that is to help this man with anything he wants and by doing that he will be able to safely explore the world outside the mountain and he will have someone to help him fit in no matter where they went.

With that he turned his back and squat down so Jodan could get on before saying "Just point the way and I can get us there swiftly." preparing for the exciting journey ahead he was sure to have.




Mood: Looking forward to the future
My location: Inside the Mountains heading out
People I'm with: Jodan Kurofwodo
Current equipment: His claymore, Armor and cloak.
Out of Conscious:  

[MrSinister90]

Phelan gave Horrin a genuine smile upon the warlock introducing himself. The sheer notion that Phelan could already find an affinity with Horrin filled him with a comforting warmth. Perhaps adjusting to this life would not be as impossible as he had once thought. This genuine moment was cut short as Phelan turned to the approaching guard and prisoner. The sight of the hooded figure caused Phelan to jump partially in fear, but he composed himself quickly by puffing his chest outward and crossing his arms over it as to feign indifference.

Bringing his hand up to gently stroke his own chin, Phelan squinted his eyes as he took in the interesting designs on the robe, making a mental note of them for research he may do later. Phelan couldn't help but shift in discomfort as he saw Horrin reach for the cultist's hood. He had little idea what kind of person could be underneath, but the mystery of it all sent chills down his spine. Phelan flinched upon the sudden reveal, he then blinked in surprise as the man underneath was not what he had expected, he was actually rather cute.

Phelan peeled his gaze from the cultist to give Horrin a look of shock, did Phelan really come across as the type to weasel information out of a person? Perhaps he exuded more confidence than he believed himself to possess. Phelan smiled nervously and waved his hands dismissively, "I-I can't say I have done anything like that before, no. I myself have been interrogated before, it was not a pleasant experience. The incident in question had to do with someone using wind cantrips to raise the robes or skirts of unsuspecting passers-by." The way Phelan retells the story comes off so nostalgic that it takes him a moment to realize how seedy, and incriminating it really sounds. "N-not that I was the one doing such a thing! I would never in my life! I-I just so happened to be in the area studying.. well other things." Phelan exclaimed desperately as his face went through several shades of red. He gave a nervous chuckle as he glanced from one face to another to gauge their reactions before turning away to look elsewhere in hopes of hiding his embarrassment.

Feeling? Embarrassed
Where at? Sanctuary
Who with? Horrin, Castle Guard, and Prisoner
OOC: N/A

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[xCyanRushx]

Horrin laughs maniacally at Phelan's statement regarding the wind cantrips. It resurrected memories stored within his subconscious that he thought he long forgot about. Back when he was first beginning his demonic practices at the Demon Sanction, Horrin would practice his summons on unsuspecting students. The antics included: Fel Worms in meals, Stalker Imps stealing people's underwear in the middle of the night, using a Incubus/Succubus to break people's hearts. Horrin's twisted sense of humor always brought joy to his being whenever he was feeling bored or disinterested in his studies.

After his humorous episode, Horrin began escorting the prisoner towards the dungeons. He promptly asked a guard for directions and proceeded towards the destination.

As the group was walking, Horrin looked back to Phelan, seeming still entertained by the story Phelan presented to him earlier. The evidence was clear due to Horrin's snickering whenever he would check on Phelan's pace.

"Ah, yes. Abuse of power really is a dangerous, yet fulfilling thing. However, instead of wind cantrips, I would use imps for such deeds. Unfortunately, after a while, the Demon Sanction enforced a new policy in which everyone had to wear leggings underneath their robes." Horrin sighed in disappointment. "Too many complaints. That was my bad. I was not in it for the sexual desires. The fact I caused people embarrassment gave me a good laugh." Horrin chuckled out loud, but then stopped after a few moments. He regained his composure and looked almost distraught. Horrin thought about what he just said to Phelan and noticed he was beginning to feel comfortable around him, which revealed his more chaotic and mischievous side that he rarely showed to anyone. He felt this emotional change within him that... was disturbing. He felt... bad.

"I'm... sorry? You're a kind individual Phelan. Hopefully that does not turn you off to my persona or character by exclaiming my actions." Horrin muttered in a confused tone.

"Why are you apologizing!? Quit being stupid. Remember who you are." He thought to himself. Being apologetic or catering to others was not a trait Horrin realized he had lurking within him. He only thinks for himself and his best interests, not worrying about being judged or criticized for his rather obnoxious nature. Horrin did not care about pleasing others, only pursuing his goals and ambitions, so that instance of emerging character was bizarre and foreign to him.

"A-anyways! Let us get to business! Enough blabber!" He blurted out.

Eventually, the party find themselves deep within Dragon Castle's dungeon. A dark and rather mundane complex of granite and metal, being lit by sconces and no other sources. It was void of light and seeing was slightly difficult. As the party walks through the corridors, their footsteps echo throughout the narrow tunnels and the sound of rattling chains, yells from the prison cells, and various other activities could be heard as the group entered. Horrin passes three intersections and heads all the way at the end of the current tunnel. A metal door was present, currently open, and contained a fairly small room with four chairs and shoddy wooden table. Horrin, without hesitation, kicks the cultist onto the floor, causing the furniture to flail chaotically around the room as the new prisoner crash against them.

Horrin stands over the man menancingly and pulls out a wicked dagger. It's hilt looks like charred bone and cracks can be seen throughout it. The blade resembles a carving knife, but it was adorned with odd etchings that almost mimic veins. As Horrin wields it, the etchings begin to light up with green fel magic and Horrin holds it over the potential victim in an act to intimidate him.

"Now, tell us what we need to know. What is your cult doing and where can we find them? If you cooperate, I will not find the need to stab this into your stomach and have worms eat you from the inside." Horrin exclaims with an almost sickening excitement and lack of anger in his voice. It was obvious that he enjoyed causing people distraught, the young man looks at the dagger and begins to shuffle himself away from Horrin in cowardice. Before Horrin does anything, he glances at Phelan for any sort of reaction or signs of intervening.






Mood: Ready
My location: The Military Wing (Dungeons)
People I'm with: Phelan Durai
Current Summon: Gremzal (Not in Party)
Out of Conscious: N/A

 

[MrSinister90]

Keeping pace with Horrin and the prisoner, Phelan had his arms crossed over his chest in a rather withdrawn manner. His eyes glued to the cobblestone beneath them in shame, and his brow furrowed in anger at himself for blurting out such a nonsensical memory. He perked up a bit as Horrin mentioned the dangers of abusing power, something Phelan was rather passionate about. The fulfilling bit had Phelan a bit perplexed, causing him to c**k his head faintly to the side in thought.

As Horrin retold his tale of a similar experience, Phelan's insecurities withered away bit by bit. His reserved form began to loosen, and a small smile slowly crossed his lips. Phelan really appreciated Horrin opening up to him, and helping make him feel less awkward about everything. The sudden apology from Horrin took Phelan aback, perhaps this reminiscing struck a chord deep within Horrin that he himself did not wish to revisit.

"There's no need to apologize Horrin, we've all done things in our past that we probably should not have. I'm certain you meant no real harm to come from any of it." Phelan gave Horrin a reassuring smile as they proceeded into the dungeon.

Every step he took in this dank, miserable place filled Phelan with discomfort. The cold, somber energy, emanating from the walls lashed out at Phelan's spirit. It drained him to the point where the light in his eyes glazed over with emptiness, the way he advanced forward was almost zombie-like. Feeling the reverberation of the clanging metal on his spine, hearing the maddened cries of the prisoners echo through the dark halls, it would be enough to send a rogue running to the guard to turn themselves in. But for Phelan it oddly seemed.. right, and eerily comforting.

Phelan entered the small room Horrin had kicked the cultist into. He slowly made his way to lean back against one of the walls, arms crossed, and one heel firmly placed against it. Phelan watched with a stoic look upon his face as Horrin suddenly unsheathed his dagger and brought it down to the cultist in a threatening manner. This would cause anyone to feel discomfort, or even be enough to make them step in, but Phelan himself felt not present in the moment. He almost felt like an entity that did not belong there, watching this scene unfold before him as if they were the only two people in the room. The slight enjoyment that Horrin was feeling caused the corners of Phelan's lips to twitch downward. He had known that feeling before, and it filled his stomach with a sickening feeling.

It was at the moment Horrin looked over at Phelan expectantly that he was drawn back to reality. Phelan shoved off of the wall and took a few steps forward, he shook his head and held out a hand to Horrin in hopes of getting him to ease up. "Surely this fear-mongering tactic is unnecessary, friend. I'm sure this man has seen things that even a demon would find disturbing." He then turned his attention to the cultist,"If you would please inform us of whatever it is you know regarding the Cultists, we appreciate it. Perhaps we could find a way to have you work alongside the guards of the castle to end whatever it is they're doing. A kind of.. redemption if you will?" Phelan offered the cowering man a small, warm smile.

Feeling? Empty
Where at? Dragon Castle Dungeon
Who with? Horrin
OOC: N/A

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[Snowpaya]

Natrium departed the Mystic Wing amidst protests from the alchemists she'd been assisting when the news broke that a cultist had been captured. News traveled fast in Dragon Castle, especially when there was little else to keep the bored dreamers of the kingdom from spreading rumors and tidbits of interesting news to spice up the droll of everyday life. The fact that the cultist had been captured and not killed the spot practically screamed that he would be tortured in the dungeons, forced to give up his friends and family in the false hope that his or her physical pain would be relieved, even if only momentarily. She made up her mind that she was going to find a cultist - no, ten - and make them spill the beans on where their cult's stronghold was. She could give the information to the authorities, or she could sell it to the highest bidder, or she could go and investigate them herself.

From the Mystic Wing, the thaumaturge made her way into Sanctuary, the relative absence of personnel making her feel safer. She traced her gauntlet against the walls as she descended a flight of stairs, searching for a c***k in the wall that led to a parallel hall. The stairs she traveled down now led to some emergency storerooms, but a review of some maps and prior expeditions had revealed that there was a hall near her stairwell that led to within jumping distance of a cavern that contained a portion of a path to the dungeons. There had been some trial and error in determining this path, but Natrium was quite confident in her fieldwork. Utilizing cracks in the walls that gave her even a glimpse of the other side, she was efficient at minimizing the possibility of others following her.

The gauntlet's index finger found the crack first. Natrium gazed through it, seeing the hall on the other side. Her Halite Cape gathered around her, teleporting her through the crack to the other side unharmed. She allowed herself a smile, then continued her trek down the hall until the hall opened up to a vast cavern littered with stairwells and archways that seemed to lead everywhere and nowhere. The path to the dungeon was only partially exposed to the cavern, the rest of it a tunnel through the hard rock. Natrium could jump from her location to within a meter of the path, at which point she had to time her cape's ability just right to avoid either missing altogether or jumping against a cliff face with nothing to grab onto.

Natrium took a running jump from her hall, the vast emptiness of the cavern seeming to collect endlessly underneath her. The exposed path approached teasingly, pretending to be within arm's reach. The Halite Cape gathered around its wearer once again, and Natrium emerged from it rolling onto the ledge. She pulled herself to a standing position, took a cursory glance back up the way she came, then entered the tunnel and followed it as far as it would take her. Eventually, the hard rock gave way to granite and metal, torch sconces providing the only source of viable light every now and then until the next torch sconce. Her footsteps reverberated through the dungeon, drawing cries and moans of all kinds from the numerous cells.

At length, Natrium found herself at an intersection. She backtracked to the dungeon entrance and found a dungeon map posted on a wall for the guards. She contemplated the choices before her, doing her best to ignore the nagging thought that the cultist may not have even arrived yet, assuming he or she lived that long in transit. She decided to take a gamble on a direction and strode forward. After all, what was a survivalist to do in an unknown environment but explore?

After a few more intersections and some close calls near the occasional guard, Natrium had come to a decisive conclusion: wherever the cultist was, she was not in the same area. She was lost.  

[Goruk Devon]

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Goruk happen to see him turn away and smiled blushing himself but he just stared forward as Jodan jumped onto his back. He made sure he was secure before launching into the air heading quickly out of the mountains. This time he did take a more scenic root cutting through a large clearing where a huge Water fall went down into what seemed to be a never ending cavern. Dragons of all sorts flew around the area though Goruk stayed higher above in the rocks but moved slow enough for Jodan to get a good look at the mountains as Goruk saw them.

With that he reached the exit and stood where they had once stood before just outside of the mountains on the way to Maldria. He let Jodan down and smiled saying "If you ever get tired know i will never say no to carrying you." he chuckled and said "Now lead the way!" exicted to see new places and meet new people all with this wonderful guy he happen to meet outside the mountains something that had never happened before it was a call to a new chapter in Goruks story and he was ready to start living it.




Mood: Looking forward to the future
My location: Just outside Mountains heading to Maldria
People I'm with: Jodan Kurofwodo
Current equipment: His claymore, Armor and cloak.
Out of Conscious:  

[xCyanRushx]

Horrin looks at Phelan in a disappointing manner. For the sake of his own interest, he wanted to see Phelan invoke a sinister side of himself. He wanted to see that kind heart turn sinister, but in this instance, he saw that it was not going to occur. He sighs and begins to bringing down his dagger down to his waist, where his sheath was stored underneath his robes.

Horrin's expression turns soft and he reluctantly obliges to Phelan's suggestion.

"Fine, we will do it your way. Good call." He says with a smile. "Although, my power is getting low. For my own sake, when we tackle these guys head on, Death will be my absolute. The need for siphoning energy is getting rather desperate." As he begins to stand, he continues his thoughts. "The Jewel contains powerful spell-caster don't they? Maybe they will be my next targets." He says sarcastically.

Standing over the cultist, Horrin's attitude is obviously more forgiving and from the gaze he is giving him, it is evident that he does not intend to do anything out of line. Horrin puts his hands together in a cup in front of him, trying to look proper and composed, with his back straight and a calm look on his face.

"I apologize, my friend here is right. You could redeem yourself. You might not think so, but we see you as important in our mission. We would lo-" Horrin is cut-off as he is interrupted by a loud crackling sound, almost as if bones are breaking and contorting. The cultist is writhing in the corner, and a black ooze begins to bleed across the floor. The amalgamation begins to horrifically twitch upright in a bundle of black vines. The cultist's face is completely gone, and is covered with these almost tentacle-like flora. From it's robes, that have drooped off the creature, comes one of these vines and strikes Horrin against the wall with a loud thud. He groans in pain as he crumples to the ground on both knees with one of his hands on his chest.

Horrin looks up at Phelan once more, with the wincing look of pain on his face. "Y-your turn?" He says to Phelan in a sheepish tone.

The sounds of the creature and the commotion could be heard throughout the halls.






Mood: Shocked
My location: The Military Wing (Dungeons)
People I'm with: Phelan Durai
Current Summon: Gremzal (Not in Party)
Out of Conscious: N/A




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[Snowpaya]

xxxxxThe sickeningly familiar sound of breaking bones cut through the cacophony of noise in the dungeon, drawing everyone's attention. Natrium whirled around towards the sound, gauntlet clenched, waiting to see if the sound would approach. Even the prisoners waited with baited breath, fearful and curious of the unknown assailant on their ears. A few seconds passed, the continuing noise painfully drawing out the moment.
xxxxxThud!
xxxxxSomething had slapped against a wall farther down the hall, startling Natrium and the prisoners. The noise hadn't increased or decreased in intensity, so the source was stationary for the moment. Was it the cultist? Had he or she killed the guards and was now munching on their bones? Or was it another horror of the dungeon, previously unknown? Unsure of the answer but dying to find out, Natrium jogged down the dungeon's corridors, following the sound to an open door at the end of a hall. She could see what appeared to be a vine or tentacle of some kind emerging from somewhere to the side, so the thing probably wasn't near the opening.
xxxxxThe conjurer hesitated for a moment, thinking about a preemptive battle strategy, when she was rewarded by the sound of the dungeon guards rushing around the corner to investigate. She scanned the cells immediately around her for an empty cell to hide in, but the cells were all occupied. Picking the lesser of two evils, Natrium used her Halite Cape to teleport into a nearby cell behind its occupant, then watched as the dungeon guards passed by and burst into the room. There was no way to tell what would happen, but she knew that she couldn't stay in that cell for too long, lest she be forced to stay there by the appearance of the owner of the tentacle.  

[MrSinister90]

The lively sparkle began to return to Phelan's eyes as he watched Horrin ease up on the prisoner. His smile widening upon seeing the glowing dagger being returned to it's sheath. He gave a small exhale of relief and nodded to Horrin in reassurance.

Phelan watched proudly as Horrin conversed peacefully with the cultist. His lips shifted slowly downward till it was agape with shock upon seeing the cultist suddenly start writhing and twitching. The cracking of bones sent an ungodly chill down Phelan's spine, his eyes filled with horror as he backed away from the black liquid beginning to pool outward from the prisoner. Phelan tried to call for the guards but the fear was so overpowering to the point that his voice would only allow little whimpers to escape his mouth.

It wasn't until the abomination before them struck out at Horrin with a slick, oozing tentacle, that Phelan felt the urgency of the moment hit him. He gave a nod to Horrin before reaching behind his back with his right hand, grasping hold of his staff and tugging it free. He pointed the ornately encased green crystal at the top of it towards what once was the young male cultist.

"We all walk our own path in this life, tis a shame that you chose the darkest one." Phelan's tone is equal parts firm and shaky as he speaks. The air around them begins to whirl into a formidable wind, picking up grains of dust and sand as it whips around the room, causing edges of Phelan's cloak and the ends of his hair to blow wildly. It all begins to accumulate at the tip of the now glowing crystal in the shape of a whirling orb. The creature twitched it's attention to Phelan with a series of grotesque movements and sounds. It's tentacle slithered back to it's side at a speed so alarming that it caused Phelan to abort the spell out of fright, the particles dropping into a pile on the floor. 's**t!' Phelan panicked as he saw the abomination draw it's tentacle back for another strike. He hurriedly unfastened his grimoire that was strapped to his left hip, and it fluttered to life, flapping it's way to hover open before his outstretched left hand. A purple arcane symbol appeared on the back of his hand, one which matched the symbol on the page before him. As the tentacle lashed forward, it met with a sudden wall of semi transparent, purple arcane energy.

The force behind the striking tentacle, mixed with the delay of Phelan's spell caused a force of arcane energy to burst from the point of impact, sending the tentacle back to the shrieking abomination, as well as sending Phelan flying into the wall to the left of the door. He slid down it to rest on his rear, his grimoire also dropping to the ground by his feet. Phelan's gaze traveled wearily around the room, looking through a blurred haze until it settled on his friend, Horrin. The sound of the guards bursting into the room was muffled by the intense ringing in his ears. 'Is this really how it ends? Letting my naivety get the better of me? Gods and any other force from the beyond please don't let this be it. I have not yet redeemed myself.' Phelan's thoughts began to wander as his vision faded to black. His head falls slack to the side as he momentarily passed out.

Feeling? Hopeful
Where at? Dragon Castle Dungeon
Who with? Horrin
OOC: N/A

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[Goruk Devon]

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Goruk was looking around at the scenery amazed at all the green as he was before he had met Jodan. After a few moments he heard Jodan ask him how long he lived in the mountains. He stopped a moment and rubbed the back of his head thinking on it a bit before saying "I believe I have seen 100 Winters in those mountains from the time I was born." he nod his head sure of his answer. It was a simple thing to him as most of the village was well over 500 to 600 years old the oldest of them being over 1000 winters and that was the chief. He looked to Jodan and asked him in return. "What is your age? How long have you lived out here in this green wonderland?"



Mood: Looking forward to the future
My location: South of the White Hills
People I'm with: Jodan Kurofwodo
Current equipment: His claymore, Armor and cloak.
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