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Shadowlack · May 16, 2003

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x[ Day ] 10
x[ Quarter ] Tessera
x[ Year ] 81377 [2]

x[ Speech ] "In parenthesis & bolded"
x[ Thoughts ] [Plain text in brackets]
x[ Telepaths ] {In brackets & bolded}

x[ Character ] Isis Shi'falcahima
x[ Thread Type ] Semi-Private [No more than 3]

This is Isis' vision... Anyone involved in this roleplay will later on affect her life as well as their own. A character's involvement in her life depends on how they act in her vision... Example: A fight, argument, or anything of such a nature that occurs in her vision will most likely mean that they will be enemies in reality at one point in their lives'. While on the other hand, a helpful comrade whom travels along her side during this dream will most likely mean she gains a trusting friend/ally in reality whom will come quite in handy considering Isis' is always bound for trouble. LOL! Hey... She's a master healer with quite an remarkable talent, so whoever befriends her doesn't get left out of the deal.

This roleplay is long and her dream is weird, though I think you'll get to understand it once you get to the very end of this post =)

Also... Curious what she looks like? <a target=_blank href="http://www.twilight-ataraxis.com/CHROMA/IMAGES/Isis.png">Click here for a picture</a>.

A crepuscular night enshrouded the serene providence of Mansukh; Autumnal equinox's bleak shadows began to manteau over one of the largest Ramathian temples. The monolithic stone statues of numerous gods cast a tranquil, reticent feeling into the atmosphere. Some sculptures were not only made with stone but also adored with gold, silver, and iron; these figures were painted with numerous chromatisms of the visible spectrum. As one could clearly espy, the statues' eyes sonorously were alive, illuminated in vibrant hues and glowing with a faint peaceful phosphorescent. Majestic labyrinthine patterns entwisted around their configurations -- these intricate designs were the gentle brushstrokes of a few select and talented artists. And there... Written across the unwieldy walls and columns upon slabs of rock twas myths, oracles, fascinating stories about the Ramathian gods, goddess, wars, famines, beginnings, ends priests and amany beings and events related to these matters. Yet such paragraphs were etched not in English but rather the ancient Ramathian tongue; beautiful were these bold curves, contortions, and marks embedded by that of a master stonecutter... So precise, intricate, and clearly done by one with exceeding ability. And.... Yet as we travel further within the temple boundaries, the flooring must be noted; made not of stone like the surrounding velocity but rather a pure expensive and rare cobalt granite. Such a mineral was imported from across the seas... Sheerly... Resplendent.

Abruptly an idiom of a being is espied before one's visual perspective has even gravitated to the equidistant of this temple, to the west beneath the opaque veil of twilight's obscurity, a pendragon becomes evident, female without demur... Her lithe demeanor in that of a sitting posture yet her spine twas slunk over with her delicately chiseled crania suspended beneath svelte shoulder blades. She sat inanimate within the tenebrosity, opaque oculars of obsidian chroma anchored adamantly upon a life-size golden statue before her. Crystalline tears trickled slowly down her alabaster cheeks while the dim oscillating flicker of the incinerated candles illuminate the reticent vicinity. Isis Shi'falcahima was this female's branding, not that such a name would resonate within one's mentality for virtually no one except the priests of this colossal temple knew of her existence. She was a priestess... As far back as her mind could reverberate she served the Ramathian gods loyally. Her soul bound and dedicated with that of the temple, priesthood, and anything related to such matters... Isis... A dreamer... Trapped within the holy place; forever lacking freedom.

Bands of auriferous chromatism, solid gold, were entwisted around her limbs and tail. Matching golden rings were pierced into Isis' semi pointed ears which laid flattened upon her ivorn pericranium. Her mane twas eccentric and beautiful; vivid yet deep aurulent locks of hair twas braided, bound, and adored with glass ornamentations and numerous hues of navy silk threads were tied around several thin strains of her straight smooth mane. Her plume too had matching golden hairs radiating from the apex and ending before two thick tail rings. These strains of silken tendrils twas braided and enfettered with beads of clear glass, almost invisible, imperceptible to one's optical perception. One's attention once again diverted toward her captivating oculars; around each optic were tattoos resembling the markings of the ancient Egyptians that once reined on the planet called Earth thousands of years before it's initial destruction. Of course few cared about the planet... A real pity that so much life and beauty was lost...

Isis' gaze fell from that of the statue and upon the granite flooring; her mentality began to whirl in a state of near blackout. The female had been up before dawn had broke as twas habitual and the yearning for sleep finally overcame her. Slowly yet abruptly her lithe configuration descended upon the algid floors; she laid upon her periphery. Inanimate; her eyes stained with tear marks and her cheeks wet from sobbing... Isis' fell asleep, her spirit transcended into the world known as the Fronmia. Where nightmares and dreams exists... Where the future can be explored and made known. The flames from the melting candles blew out, leaving the velocity tranquil and atramentous as Isis' stepped into the Fronmia.

A dream... A vision of the future begins;
Isis' opened her eyes to find herself no longer within the temple boundaries but in a world she knew not. She stood reticently within a malachite labyrinth... A maze... The flora walls twas sonorously reaching to the empyreans; an adventurous spirit within her began to escalate and this female 'dragon meandered forth. Opaque oculars gravitated at every which angle, trying to get the best perspective... Where was she? Onyx muzzle inclined heavenward breathing in the invigorating aroma which flowed within the vicinity of this monolithic maze. Isis' came to a fork in the jungle labyrinthine, to the right or left? One wrong move and perhaps a vexation awaits...? The femora 'dragon pondered momentarily for a modicum of seconds which in her mentality seemed like laborious hours -- to the right she'll venture, her mind berthed. Lithe configuration convoluted to her chosen direction followed by several gentle footsteps over the earthen alluvium; the soft pads beneath her alabaster pedicles leaving small barely perceptible impressions in the alba.

THAN! Abruptly, unexpectedly, a metallic tipped spear twas jostled from the flora walls, piercing her heart the weapon did, this female fell to the earth... Crimson blood trickled down her ivorn chest as her pupils began to pirouette to the foremost of her cranium; she gasped for air, the sensation of pain unbearable. Claws extracted, protruding into the terra while her optics became nebulous; the once ebon chromatisms of her eyes shifted, morphed into swirls of an intense saffron. Her right limb lifted above the ground and toward the lance which had penetrated her heart as if she was attempting to remove the contraption, yet she failed. The pigmentation of her oculus became intense almost unearthly, the luminosity in her eyes twas too coruscating for one to gaze directly into them. Than as sudden as the predicament had occurred the spear began to push itself out while Isis' arose slowly upon diminutive pedicles, gathering her strength while enduring the pain. The metallic lance fell to the alluvium with a reticent thump, imperceptible to one's auditory perception. The very fluid of Isis' life, her own blood began to gravitated back into the chest wound, the flesh healed and not a single trace of evidence remained of the incident. Isis' stood taciturnly, the vehement glare within her oculus faded to it's normal obsidian tint; oculus scrutinized the spear; confused... She had never seen such a mechanism before, infact, no weapon has ever been laid before her eyes -- it hurt her, but how? Such was the perplexing inquiry within this femora's mentality, why did such an object try to kill her? The femme's claws retracted as she gently pushed the spear forward... It wasn't living... How could it have hurt her? What was this implement...? The female 'dragon gazed forward with a bewildered expression upon her facial complexion, the fear and apprehension of the unknown twas evident as well as her natural curiosity. She stepped over the lance, making sure not to touch or even skim the mechanism that jostled its way into her heart -- as if it had pierced into her soul... Perhaps for once Isis' found a meaning for her remarkable healing abilities; though why she was blessed with such fascinating powers still discombobulated her mentality.

With another, more caution step forward, the female 'dragon perambulated through the maze yet again coming to another choice... Three paths laid before her, Isis' grew wary and convoluted her frame around as if thinking she made the wrong discretion during the first fork. But than as she turned to face behind her, yet another abrupt and fearful surprise, a flora wall as high as the celestials had blocked the path which she once meandered. Isis' had no choice, she had to make the verdict, select one of the triplet pathways... Each of which twas identical to the other; not a difference... The right twas a carbon copy of the left, the middle an exact duo of the right, and so forth. Back and forth her crania gravitated, wavering to the right, left, and middle without demur. With a despaired gaze in her onyx orbs she closed her eyes; her voice reverberated, a soft, melodious, pure, and beautiful tone... One that reiterated several times within the jungle labyrinthine, evanishing and more eerie her voice became as the words slowly slipped from her delicate lips.

"M' lords which path art I choose? The right be 'ith the same as thee left... The left as thee middle... Identical each pathway is... Yet these passages tis 'like doors, each leads 'nto a different breadth... A dissimilar destiny... I your humble servant plead for guidance and discernment..."
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Junsui · Apr 4, 2013

\\ Saeroth AnwamanÃ«
Â¤ #8, Male, 4200
Â¤ Ranger (M)
Â¤ Weaponry Specialist (M)

\\ OOC: He's a friendly old thing, and I think he'd be alight to play a fatherly-like figure to her. He's a rather skilled fighter, so keeping out of trouble shouldn't be a problem. His profile (#8) has more info for ya.

\\ IC

He was here, but not here. Saeroth, middle aged fighter, ranger, caring yet uncaring, alone yet in the thick of it all.

His subconscious was as roving as his conscious body, and his spirit found it's way into another's dream without his discretion.

This encounter would not leave a memory imprinted in his grey matter, nor even the slightest tremble of a dream. But appearing rather whole to the one who was dreaming as his spirit found it's way around their vision.

A call for help was the cause of his mind's wandering. Someone was in need of making a decision, and he knew the dangers without seeing them. Foggy dreamland departed as a maze became clear, and his life force found himself around a bend, facing toward another pendragon, just around the corner.

The lion-like pendragon walks forward smokily, on soft, but rather enormous paws. The master strolls forward with a dignified air, orange pelt marked with dark chocolate stripes slicing down his fur. His mane was full, so much that it encircled his entire face and neck- which was where he kept his most sacred dagger. Even dreaming he kept the weapon close.

Chocolate eyes sweep the area quickly, and he finds himself having exited one of several pathways one might have chosen, and the pendragon that his spirit had heard cry for help standing there, her decision before her.

Years of roving and practice told him that the bends on either side of his, and numerous others after that, had many dangers behind them. Traps and nightmares, pendragon assassins and mirages, meant to strangle one's life force mid-dream, and keep the body sleeping for eternity. Trapped and alone.

He offers his help, with an outstretched paw, gesturing with his head, the way he had come from, "The path this way lies safest." he speaks in his usual calming manner; rich deep voice caring and gentle, but the strength in his aura was unmistakable: he was no push over, though kindness was often mistaken for weakness.

His subconscious was here to assist this one's vision, but her next move was her own, and he could do nothing to predict it, nor stop it. This was her vision, not his. He was merely a player, and a friendly spectre, attempting her guide her soul through to whatever destination lay ahead.

Shadowlack · May 17, 2003

<central>OOC:Hey Mit and Zeva long time that we don't go in the same post:)Hope you don't mind if I join.

Â¦CharacterÂ¦Thren Austre

BIN:Thren had no clue where he was but he new that his spirit strayed into anothers dream without him knowing.Looking about wondering where he was he noticed once the haze cleared that he was in a maze.He wondered why he was even hear and then remembered that he heard some one asking help and since his spirit was as curious as his physical body,he decided to go help.

He walked across the short hall and found it to be a dead end.He turned around and wondered if he could fly here.Opening his wings giving them a good flap he waited for the right time and was off!But his plan didn't go as well as he thought and once he reached the top of the maze he was hurtled back down.[This must be some strong magick if I can't fly up.I wonder if I can counter it.].He was about to whisper the incantation when he heard another voice speak on the other side of the wall.

He ran as fast and as quitly as he possibly could.He urned the corner and saw possibly one of the most beatiful female 'dragons that could be in existence.

"Why hello there madam I heard your plea for help and decided to come and help a beautiful princess.And I was right,you are a beautiful princess"

At this statement Thren gave a courteous bow and waited pateintly for the answer but then remembered he hadn't introduce himself.

"Im sorry mam we haven't been properly introduced I forgot to state my name when I first saw you,My names Thren Austre"

Thren looked up wondering if he over flattered her.Maybe she thought he was a freak but Thren didn't mind.

Shadowlack · Apr 4, 2013

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Yay! Zeva and Daggy ^___^

Let me clear things up about Isis. She's 4 500 years of age, but her overall appearances [Mainly because of her strong regeneration/healing powers] and personality make her seem as if she is under 2 000. She's a priestess- normally shy and reserved... Very very respective to anyone, regardless of their age... Yet friendly and affectionate once she's got to know an indivitual.

Eek... Her profile isn't up yet because I can't approve it XD Jodie hasn't been on and stuff. Hope there's no confusion =)

Auds swiveled over the alabaster pericranium of this priestess 'dragon upon hearing the ashen steps of another... Such an intonation was instantaneously detected by her auditory perception; wary her soul became for this dream seemed so indubitable, yet at the same angle twas like a bedimmed apparition. Reticent she became, jowls shut in apprehension of the unascertained; not that this female cringed in fear of death but rather flinched in being put into a state where she knew not the supervened. The mere modicum of seconds to Isis' seemed like a duration of hours in which she stood inanimate expecting the worst. Perhaps the gods had grown angry with this priestess to have tortured her spirit in a dream realm which felt so intrinsic... cognizant; this vision a foretelling of the future though Isis knew not. To ponder over such matters, Isis' had done nothing to displease the Ramathian gods, her life virtually perfect, the sins of her being diminutive -- yet all twas relative on one's perspective.

Oculus closed in a state of thought; the femora's tendrils of auriferous which radiated from the surmount of her crania dangled down, like that of a silk mantle. The glass beads which bound the braids and adornments in her mane glinted taciturnly within the hazy emanation; svelte plume stagnant as her configuration within the tranquil yet perplexing atmosphere. Eye lids once again parted to reveal her opaque pupils, attention diverted behind her only to see the massive flora wall had not evanished but to the lather, remained firm in it's foundation. She had no choice but choose a path, yet as this female was about to meander into the left passageway the physique of a monolithic male twas made evident. Isis' in her shy and unsure nature stepped back, pushing her hackles against the obstruction behind her. Abruptly as her frame cumbered against the walling a mechanical trigger twas heard; in a mere idiom of seconds apertures in the walls began to open causing sand to flow out. Almost lethargically the sandy matter began to drape the alluvium, such twas not an immediate threat but rather a slow nearly lingering vexation.

Isis' leaped forward, almost running head on into the one called Saeroth whom stood before her in the middle passageway. Bound for trouble she always was, even in her age... Perhaps being sheltered her entire life from the reality of Ramath-Lehi made her believe in the falseness that the outside world twas just as pure and perfect as within the temple boundaries. Isis' had never seen any weapon or acts of destruction in her lifetime of 4 500 years; as a priestess she had read the scrolls which told of wars, famines, the gods, goddesses, demons, monsters and matters related to such. However, not seeing any vexations or feeling the pains of life probably left this female disabled... Not physically but in a mental state; Sensai her adoptive father had tried laboriously to "protect" her from the surrounding world, at one angle he succeeded yet at another he failed so notoriously there seemed... Well there seemed to be no hope... But maybe the reality of her life twas not what it appeared to be.

As Isis' gaze gravitated heavenward toward the colossal male she couldn't help but feel intimidated; merely three and a half feet at the withers she certainly wasn't large yet at the same time she was not overall diminutive. Saeroth's massive mane like that of an earthen lion twas bound to make this female have her suspicions; amany objects could be hidden within a monolithic mane such as the opposing's. Yet his first impressions seemed to mellow her negative thoughts. Isis' mentality twas disturbed upon several matters, though she jostled them aside temporarily... Her oculars could not escape his; feeling a sense of profound guilt she had to apologize, though in doing so he probably knew not of the reason... It was her sheer nature, she was taught to confess whatever wrongs she had done -- and within Isis' mentality, setting off a trap than nearly colliding with a male twas a sin in itself. Obsidian optics descended upon the alluvium before melodious orals reverberated from her larynx, escaping lingual cavity through parted jowls in speech...

"M' lord... Please except thou's apologies, m' own foolishness should never cause thee a vexation... I trust your word tis true and I shall take thee advice you have kindfully given..."[/b]

It twas than that the one branded Thren meandered into the female's visual perspective; eccentrically it was as if the gods had told her of his comings... Yet Saeroth sonorously came as a surprise -- ah some things could never be explained by mere mortals. Thren's orals she had never heard before; infact Isis' twas an individual whom was hidden, obscured from the crowds... Her existence unknown to the surrounding world in order to please the high priests and perhaps the Ramathian gods. Isis' knew not how to react with such a comment -- beautiful...? However, appearances were deceiving; it twas easy for others to believe she was younger than her actually age. Isis' found it a horrible sin to seduce... Deceive a male, though apparently she was doing such without even thinking or trying to do so... She wasn't meaning to look beautiful; it just... Happened to be. These matters made her uneasy for marriage or relationships were forbidden to her; ebon gaze could not meet with his, not out of embarrassment as would be expected but rather a deep self confusion perhaps hatred toward her own subsistence.

"No... M' lord... A princess tis I am not... The truth be spoken, help twas needed, choices were to be made... Passageways to choose, each identical, each foretelling a different destiny... A dissimilar fate... Though this lord before me hath spoken that thee middle path be 'ith the safest route."[/b]

Her voice still melodious, not shaken as if nervous but rather smooth and pellucid. Auds flattened upon her ivorn pericranium; his kind introduction once again made Isis' feel a sense of guilt within her soul... She had yet to tell these pendragons who she was -- horrible... So impolite... Was her mentality failing to show respect to these individuals? Her rudeness should be corrected. Luxuriant plume swayed lethargically upon a bedimmed hymn; the golden contortions entwisted around her limbs scintillated like stars which twas suspended haphazardly across the ebon abyss. Isis' muzzle dipped low in a punctilious bow, her gaze upon the alluvium which twas slowly rising with sand... Such obsequious behavior was given toward them out of a deep respect.

"M' dear lords... Tis a pleasure to meet you both; a true honor 'pon my behalf. I confess of m' rude behavior and apologize for m' lacking to introduce thou self. M' name... Isis Shi'falcahima, priestess of the Naptilian temple in Mansukh... Daughter of the high priest, Sensai Tai-fayma... I'll offer any of my services unto thee lords as pay for my lack of respect to m' lords in this timing..."[/b]

She arose slowly, yet twas sure not to make eye contact with the opposing; for just the expression in her oculus was enough for one to pierce and read through her innocent nature. Perhaps this female feared they'd glance into her eyes; her optics oddly captivating though she choose them not be. Isis' perambulated forth, toward Saeroth into the middle path... She trusted his word would be the truth -- though little did she know that not everyone's advice should be taken... At least in Ramath-Lehi... A world full of con artists, thieves, assassins and others of such occupations which sonorously blended in with the crowds while doing their bedraggled works. Her steps soft, reticent, and elegant matching her configuration... Isis' sleek physique a set of perfectly silken curves which moved gracefully with her exquisite stride through the alluvium which by this timing was filled with sand, three inches high... Not that the rising grit worried her not, such matters were constantly cycling within her mentality -- infact this female was calculating the duration in which these sands would reach beyond ten feet. Sometimes the sonorously quiet predicaments were the lethal dangers which one often overlooks and than takes for granted.
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Lautir · Apr 4, 2013

OOC: Hope you donÂ’t mind me being number 3.

Character: Kazul, male, 3000

BIC: Â Kazul was once again in the mysterious Fronmia. Looking for his lost parents, looking for his lost life. It was all so familiar to him. This weird place. Yet it felt just like yesterday when he learnt how to enter Fronmia on his own with his inner sight. When ever he came it never stopped amazing him.

Â He continued walking trough the white mist. Whit his white bat like wings around him. He could feel them. The lost souls, the souls of the pendragons that have pasted on. ThatÂ’s why he was here, he never met his parents. Yet believed that they are out there somewhere and some day he would find them.

Â He was about to give up for the day when he saw a gold glowing light appeared ahead of him. He could feel it drawing him nearer and he would not fight it. He knew that whatever this thing was would not hurt him and he was willing to see what would happen.

Â A gust of wind came from nowhere blowing around his white fur. He looked at the glowing circle with his gray eyes as he took a few steps closer. He stood right in front of it. It was giving off a single. He knew that if he steeped in it would not lead him to his parents but more on some one elses journey.

Kazul took the last step into the light. When he opened his eyes again he looked around. He was surrounded by the glowing light, he could feel that he was moving, to where, he did not know. The moving feeling had stopped and he took a step forward.

With a flash it was all gone and he was standing by some sort of brush. It took awhile for his eyes to get use to the change. He looked around to see a female Â‘dragon standing at a cross road another in one of the paths. And yet one more standing from one of the directions.

He had appeared a little behind the female and didnÂ’t want to scare her.
Â“IÂ’m sorry if I have intruded in someone elseÂ’s mind. If you do not wish me here I will leave."

Almost forgetting his manners he bowed to each of them. And waited for a reply.

OOC: I just moved this one forward cause it didn't really fit in.

Shadowlack · Apr 4, 2013

OOC:Woops sorry I just saw the picturw and took her for a princess lol the pics really good,I wish I could do that.

BIC:Thren blushed quite a bit and after a moment of silence he spoke up.

Â“IÂ’m sorry mam...I lost all my manners please forgive me. IÂ’m also sorry, for I canÂ’t give you any directions since I have never wandered these passages but I can still be of some help if you encounter any danger along the way."

He gave another bow wondering if Isis wasn't a princess for real or if she was lying but Thren didn't find any reason to lie about such a silly thing and brushed the thought off.

His sapphire tinted eyes swiveled about now that he could see clearly and the haze of travel was clear. At once he saw what Isis was talking about but wondered what lay before the paths. He could barely see a few ft. through the hall for it was shrouded by mist.

He looked over for the first time to look at an enormous 'dragon with a mane that looked so much like the earthen lion and wondered if he saw a glint of steel but was distracted from the thought when he hard and felt a rush of wind behind Isis but before he could speak out another 'dragon appeared.

Junsui · Apr 4, 2013

\\ OOC: Sorry, guys, I didn't mean to hold this up for a few days. ^^;; I've been sick and rather unimaginative, but my brain has come back, now that I shook the cold off, and therefore my posting. LOL.

\\ IC

Saeroth nods, brown mane bobbing, strands silken, though one would assume them coarse. Their softness did not hinder their ability to protect his neck; a rather vulnerable area on any living creature.

His upbringing had kept his habits rather clean, though his life had been spent in the wild since his mid 3000's.

That, however, was no point too keen for this particular vision. His job was as a spiritual protector on this journey. And he hoped to uphold that standard justly.

The other two spirits were regarded with polite suspicion. He was well bred, and would never fling insults, and though his meandering spirit does not vocally introduce himself to these two, he does offer them a slow nod. Eyes gently closed and reopened during the nod; a symbol among fighters of trust - if you were wary for your life or those you protected, you were to never take your eyes off your opponent.

This hardly meant he trusted these other life forces; he trusted very few. But he would offer them benefit of the doubt, as he knew he was quite capable of defending himself in all realms.

"I feel I must be polite, and offer my name to you. Saeroth AnwamanÃ«. I will guide you through as long as you desire my company, and leave when you ask it of me."

The gentlemanly 'dragon had given his full name, something he never did. What caused him to do this, he would never know; for honestly, he would never consciously remember being a part of this vision. His name carried a certain respect on it's own, and fear along with that name. His family was well bred, and not poor by the least.

Anyone old enough to remember would know of his flight from home, his balking society, and his family's rather corrupt rules of life. His knowledge had served him well, and his spirit was too proud and too righteous to be dragged through the mire by his murderous and conniving relatives.

His aim was true, and his entire being humble, with a hidden ferocity that was more than enough to suit an army.

In this, the reserved male awaits Isis' reply, and any reactions from the other two consciousnesses; all of whom he would treat with most amiable respect, until they gave him reason to do otherwise.

Lautir · Apr 4, 2013

OOC: Good to here you feeling better Zeva

Â Â Bic:Kazul was happy to find others in Fronima. He didnÂ’t often find any that were still alive, in the real world any way. Most were sprits that didnÂ’t talk much. But he got along with them. Even if he had spent most of his life without others.
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Â It wasnÂ’t often that he came into anotherÂ’s dream or vision, he never could tell the difference and might never know. He knew that it must be important for him and the other two to be there.

Â“It is mice to meet you Saeroth. My name is Kazul Reatuf. "

He said happily with a smile. He liked to make a good first impression.
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Â He looked around his surrounding. It all seemed very different, some place he had never seen before. He opened Â his white transparent bat like wings a little. They were starting to get stiff not using them much in Fronima and he was now there longer then he had expected.
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Â But he always liked it here. And now had a feeling that this would be a little more exciting the searching fore his lost parents.
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Â“I will also try to help you as I can while IÂ’m here. I do not wish to be a burden."

He said wanting to be of some help while he was here.

Shadowlack · Apr 4, 2013

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Tis ok Zeva ^___^ I'm glad your feeling better and we all have our writers blocks especially when were sick XD *hugs and gives cookie*

Eek... And forgive me for not responding... Didn't know what to write x)

A obsequious nod twas given toward Saeroth, though it sonorously was if she had directed them all. This female 'dragon was eccentric in amany perspectives, expediently in more numerous ways than a solitary individual could precisely cipher. Svelte tassel swayed upon a bedimmed rhythm as she perambulated over the lethargically rising alluvium; opaque oculars effulgent, yet perhaps behind her still facial complexion laid the fear... The apprehension of this dimension which Isis' knew for certain twas the Fronmia; the things in this vortex which worried her were the traps and choices to be made rather than the three sonorously kind individuals whom escorted her spirit through this world. She trusted them, perhaps too much, quite full heartedly -- a mistake? Ah, but tis was this priestess sheer nature, being raised pure and in a flawless environment, she trusted everyone regardless of anyone's suspicions. Isis' needed to learn of the reality of Ramath-Lehi, the truth and lies which were so fabricated; but no one endeavored discussing such matters with her... The reasons obscure.

Exquisite configuration wavered neither to the right nor left but precisely in the middle; her oculus scrutinizing every detail even the slightest modicum for fear of making more mistakes and possibly endangering herself yet again along with the other three pendragons. Not that dying was possible for this female; though she knew it not, her ability to regeneration was far more powerful than herself or anyone else could comprehend. Isis' never thought much of her healing dexterity; neither did she think of her inborn telepathic competence which included her amazingly tenacious levitation powers... This femora could levitate objects larger than most of her age, though, such a mastery went to waste -- never did she have a need to move monolithic objects with her mind. She could do it, but knew it not; like everything else surrounding her life, Isis probably possessed the same amount of knowledge about herself as the individuals whom meandered along her periphery... Disconsolate, but twas the reality.

Isis' not out of disrespect didn't answer but rather reflected a benevolent smile and brief nod which in itself perhaps expressed more than orals. She was quite thankful for their company... Never the less; the trail on which they padded through this intricate maze twas getting lapidarian as jagged spikes muddled the alluvium. Isis' however, didn't balk, she just continued to meander as if drawn to something. Diminutive pedicles stepped forth and upon the petite spaces between the spears which protruded out of the terrain upright. Her lithe configuration convoluted in various directions before abruptly stopping upon espying metallic blades extracting and retracting through the now morphed stone walls. Flight through the passage was virtually impossible or so it seemed because the blades extracted and retracted upon a rythmetical state as high as one's visual perception could envisage. The colossal stone walls to this labyrinthine were still continuously ascending to the empyreans... The celestials had morphed through the mere duration within the fragmentation of a second which it took for the four to blink their optics; the abyss above bleak and obscure behind the caliginosity. A infernal obsidian was the vicinity, laborious it twas to navigate one's self through this maze unless they were blessed with astounding night vision which Isis' was not. Her visional perception in the tenebrosity was mediocre...

Vulnerable this female 'dragon was currently as her eyes were still adjusting to the sudden change of lighting, from a hazy luminosity to a pitch ebon. Not that the surrounding velocity was totally bedimmed for every duration after ten seconds would a dim crimson aurora radiate from the walls as the spikes extracted than retracted. There was precisely nine seconds to get through the asperous trap; however to this foursomes disadvantage the length of the machination was unknown. Isis' in her analytical mentality twas cycling the various information which she could espy with her senses. Slowly as twas expected her vision adjusted to where this female could see in a faint lavender the configurations of her fellow travelers -- Kazul, Thren, and Saeroth. Her obsidian oculus diverted a plea of help toward them, perhaps they saw the expression across her facial complexion... Or maybe the crepuscule vicinity left them virtually blind as well.

Her physic convoluted around as the female's crania inclined behind the three as if scrutinizing the maze and trying to figure out whether it twas possible to retrace their paths and back into the fork in the labyrinthine. Yet as before a monolithic obstruction, a wall, had ascended from the earthen alluvium and blocked the path at which they meandered. Isis' once again was faced with another vexation yet this time she needed help, for everything sonorously was to her disadvantage. Stumbling through the cryptical obscurity she perambulated toward the three, but as she was to speak her pedicle twas pierced with yet another sensation of pain upon sinking into the apex of a solitary jagged spike. Abruptly she pulled her limb up, an instant reflex to avoid further injury... She stood inanimate as if still hurt, but she wasn't for the wound within a modicum of a second had healed. Reticent Isis' was without demur, putting words together in her mentality, as if debating on what to say... Yet as jowls parted in her apprehensive speech, no vocals could reverberate -- giving the surrounding atmosphere an eerie appeal.
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Junsui · Apr 4, 2013

\\ OOC: Keey, I'll be taking some liberties with this post, and since it is your basic introducing your char thread (besides being a dream of hers) if you don't like the way it's going, holla! I'll edit, or delete, and have no problem doing either.

\\ IC

Saeroth following along at a patient speed, saw as the spike erupted from the ground, though it happened so fast, he hadn't the time to shout a warning.

The odder thing still, was that this 'dragon femme was regenerating. And at a rate such that would amaze many healers he knew. Magical healing by quick regeneration was not uncommon, to his knowledge, but at this rate, it was certainly a sight to behold. She must either have great practice time up her proverbial sleeve, a high range of magical power in tie with Fronima, or both.

However, his soul was here to help. Not speculate on this 'dragon's magical prowess and talents.

Master of weapons, though nothing but his dagger was with him, he was also very skilled at fire and light magic. Hardly on par with the light and dark mages of the world, but well enough. Thus fire he uses, swiping a paw with a roar to send chills down one's spine, the spike erupts in flames, controlled, but powerful.

Assuming it wasn't magically protected, whether it was wood or metal, the spike would be ash dust by now, it's growth halted.

Saeroth, on the alert for any other would-be spears from the ground, and ready to release more magic as they made a hasty retreat, looks to Isis, "Are you alright?"

Shadowlack · Apr 4, 2013

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Tis ok Zeva ;D I was hoping someone would do something other than talk XD LOL! Actually, you guys are all free to "add" to Isis' dream... Make up traps, get wounded, I don't care! LOL!

Your also welcome to use elemental attacks and related indicia, feel free to "show" off your characters abilities ^__^ Makes the thread interesting.

*cling* My post is sort of short, trying to open up some possibilities to you guys... Instead of "closing" off the thread by typing the entire duration of timing and stuff.

Auds swiveled about this femme's immaculately chiseled crania upon hearing a cacophonous intonation which twas followed by the surrounding velocity being illuminated with the oscillating conflagrations that had incinerated the spikes to ashes... Hopefully these projections would not regenerate faster than the foursome had presumed. And yet Isis stood in sheer astonishment of Saeroth's dexterity, to her such abilities were more useful than her own -- perhaps the seconds of awe sonorously were like hours; but Saeroth after manifesting this elemental attack had gained a deeper respect from the femme 'dragon. Masters of profound capability were always looked upon with much reverence by Isis regardless of age, status, or any other hindrance. As one could espy... Without the aid of the others this she 'dragon could have found herself or her soul forever in the Fronmia and her physical configuration perhaps in an everlasting sleep. They were here for reasons beyond their own comprehension, this priestess did need them, though it twas not clearly evident.

Alabaster cranium inclined toward the three, particularly at Saeroth upon hearing his vocals. Opaque oculus scrutinized the vicinity before her, noticing the spikes had dematerialized with the monolithic holocaust. A ginger smile crinkled across ivorn jowls before saccharine orals reverberated from her larynx, escaping lingual cavity in colloquy.

"I'm fine m' lord... And... Thank you..."[/b]

She glanced upon the others with a tranquil gaze; pupils commodious in order to take in the diminutive luminosity for her vision in caliginosity as mention earlier twas nothing more than adequate for this task. A gentle nudge was given toward the shoulders of Thren and Kazul as if asking for them to continue forward... Isis in her habitual nature was always making sure no one was left behind. She perambulated behind the three pendragons, following their steps precisely and scrutinizing the walls with a feeling of strong apprehension. Something wasn't right. The female's senses had a tenacious sensation of danger; and her apprehensions which were supervened twas true... For in a duration of seconds her fears would become axiomatic. The high frequency of metal abrading stone twas detected by Isis' auditory perception; with a brief fraction of a second her attention twas diverted behind her to espy the spikes in the alluvium and walls quickly regenerating. The spikes began to materialize and ascend up the pathway toward the foursome... Without much thought but rather a sheer reaction Isis' vociferated out to the three.

".....RUN!"[/b]
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Shadowlack · May 25, 2003

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 <center>Thren moved along patiently waiting for something to pop up from the ground ready to kill them which is when he noticed that Isis got stabbed by one of the jagged spikes.Thren immediately thought the worst and found that he failed his job to protect Isis.But after mere seconds this thoguht swirved straight towards the back of his mind as he noticed that Isis healed herself at an incredible rate.

Thren greatly boosted his respect towards her for he knew that even the best healers could not have done that in the same time frame,not even he could do that and he was one of the most reveried for his magic in his town.He was about to ask if she was ok when his question was already answered.

He now looked around to see what other dangers surronded them and was soon answered by Isis who spotted the spikes first.Thren turned about to see what was wrong when he saw the spikes gaining on them.

It was now Threns turn to be of some help,he quickly muttered a few words and in an instant the spikes stoped right where they where.

"Quickly!!! We must hurry the spell will not hold them for long..I sense something fighting against my magic!!We must hurry!!"
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Junsui · May 25, 2003

Saeroth watches Thren put a spell on it; he could feel the raw power from it. Anything he would do would end up rather bouncing off it of, so there was no time to waste in trying to light them on fire - Thren had taken care of it.

The lion-like pendragon does as Thren and Isis had requested, hurrying and running. In this mad dash, Saeroth takes the lead, so as to get out of the way of the other spirits in this ghastly vision, hoping the other three could well keep up. The gold bracelet upon his long winding tail, the flames at the end flashing golden, waves behind him as he runs.

From around the corner the feeling of being chased abates, but the feeling of something looming around the corner grows.

The master fighter slows to a jog, looking carefully. It seemed darker here. Though he could see just as well as any nocturnal creature. Perhaps one of his comrades had some gift to lighten the area - Saeroth could spare no more energy on magic.

Leaving the three slightly behind, Saeroth strides forward, stalking whatever lurked in the shadows.

Hot breathe met him that instant, and he realized the form of the rapine not far off. Reactions as lithe as a young adult, Saeroth tears free his personal dagger from it's sheath hidden in his mane, and throws it with perfect acuracy - the blade landing deep in the beasts' eye. As it screams it's anger and pain, Saeroth glances back at the others.

Confident that Thren and Kazul could protect Isis from whatever lay around the next bend, he quickly shouts, "Go on past! Hurry, now!" then more to himself than anyone else, "I desire my dagger back..!"

The large male then leaps forward, tackling the rapine to it's side, effectively pushing it into the wall, giving them plenty of room to cross. Keeping the creature's focus on him, he hopes they move past quick enough. The dagger is torn free from it's previous position, and the killing blow is swift. Saeroth had enough mercy, even for this terrible beast.

Lautir · Apr 4, 2013

Kazul hadnÂ’t even seen the spear hit Isis but he watched as Isis healed herself and how Saeroth had helped her. He stood in amazement, he had never seen anyone do something quit like that. But before he could say any thing she told them to run.

He looked to see spikes coming at them. He started to run with the others, when Thren put up a spell to slow them down he knew now he could also help.
Â“Here let me help you."
With that he added his own powers to slow it down. After a while he could feel what Thren was taking about. Some thing strong was fighting agents them. He had never felt so much power, but it must be expected for some thing coming for the Fronima. He didnÂ’t know how long they could keep it up but knew he would have to try.

He looked around to see how the others were faring. Thinking that it would be hard for Isis to run after being hit and using some of her magic. He continues to follow Saeroth as he slowed down. He watched as he fought the best. He had never seen such a thing except for in vision of the past. He had never wanted to meet one.
He stood and waited for the other two to pass. He didnÂ’t want to leave without one of them. A light glow was coming off of him. His white coat provided a little bit of light while they entered the darkness.

Shadowlack · Apr 4, 2013

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The she 'dragon balked for a second's duration of timing upon hearing Thren's imperceptible orals; abruptly the spikes discontinued, as if frozen in a sorcery of interval. Admiration twas given toward Thren as her pace liquidized into another accelerated dash across the alluvium; she was taking his word for it and not attempting to emaciate the diminutive duration of time which they had to escape the machination. Than as Kazul used his own powers, Isis' could feel the sheer extremity of the two pendragon's ability combined against the dark magic which thrusted back. The she 'dragon continued to run along their periphery; her configuration convoluted inward and exonerated outward like an earthen cheetah. Perhaps her physique was meant for running, though she never took mastery in such a trade. The farther in which they proceeded down the pathway the caliginosity grew; bleak twas the atmosphere as the three finally reached the end of the spikes. Isis' attention diverted toward the shadows in which the eerie high frequency of a shriek had reverberated through the maze vicinity; rapine without demur. This female had heard the bloodcurdling stories of these soul sucking creatures; however, she had never laid eyes upon one...

She needed not to scrutinize this creature for yet another tenacious apprehension of danger had disarranged her senses and set her mentality into a wary demeanor. Slowing down to a halt with Thren and Kazul the she 'dragon didn't have the nature to leave Saeroth behind. Masqueraded within the cryptical obscurity she watched through opaque oculus as Saeroth fought the detestable creature. Her configuration close to that of Kazul and Thren as if feeling a sense of security about the atmosphere surrounding them. Delicately chiseled crania turned to the right as Saeroth stabbed the beast with his dagger; blood trickled down the wound of the creature, an eerie sight that perhaps twas only the beginning of many. With a resonant inhaling of air the female stepped forth out of the tenebrosity toward Saeroth; she nudged his shoulder ethereally before orals escaped her lingual cavity in colloquy.

"......Are you ok? ....Are you all fine?"[/b]

The first phrase of her sentence diverted toward Saeroth, but the second half twas directed to them all in an affectionate and concerned way. The she 'dragon managed a faint smile, one that showed her deep appreciation for the three and what they had done to abet her... Yet the worst was yet to come in this twisted labyrinthine. Glancing back toward where the spears at ended, Isis yet again noticed a monolithic stone obstruction had ascended from the alluvium -- blocking the pathway which they before meandered... Meaning once again they had to travel forth into the unknown; it twas now evident that they were not alone in this realm... But rapine were as well. Such matters made the apprehension of this dimension grow within the female's mentality; with every step through this vortex she was getting more cautious of the surrounding velocity and feeling a stronger trust with the three who had aided and protected her without thought of themselves.

"Tis there are more rapine here... For rapine never travel 'lone, at least 'rom what I hath learned... But rapine 'ithin the Fronmia... Is tis logical?"[/b]

Isis' stood close to the three, her gaze directed to the right noticing four passageways... Two duplicate in the middle, a passage to left, and a small crevice in the wall to the right. The two carbon copies in the middle were doors rather than pathways... These monolithic doors stood erect, each door made of limestone -- a mineral which twas rather fragile. Yet what twas more eccentric were the sentences etched across the walls; these words were written out in an ancient language, one long forgotten by others within Ramath-Lehi. Yet this antediluvian dialogue Isis' recognized... It twas embedded in the same primal style as the stories and oracles within the Naptilian temple. Perhaps if someone lit their tail flame into a larger inferno the she 'dragon could read the orals... Yet Isis' didn't want to bring up this matter until the others had spoken -- their input twas needed if they were to survive within this dimension. One fact twas certain, they could not stay idle in one place for danger would find it's way toward them in due timing.
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Junsui · May 25, 2003

\\ OOC: if anyone's confused on what rapine look like, the image gallery comics hold images of 'em. ;D

\\ IC

Saeroth throws a distasteful look toward the dead creature, thn to Isis. He returns the friendly shoulder nudge with one of his own, "I'm fine, thank you. I just wish I had more of my weapons, now knowing that there will be more.." He looks to the rest, examining them briefly with his chocolate hued eyes, assuring himself they were fine.

At her mention of their being in Fronima, his spirit fully realizes this was nothing but a dream. He looks at Isis, "I know what they look like.. which is why whatever demons haunt your nightmares could take their shape." he looks at Thren, Kazul, and back to Isis, "Whatever evils you know, be prepared to face them."

Finished speaking, he follows Isis' gaze to the doors. The faintest markings of writing could be found there, but the light was too dim. Noticing Kazul's pelt seemed to glow, and the fact that Isis herself was interested in the characters, he silently motions him forward.

Saeroth reclines on his haunches, staying alert, but wishing to wipe his blade clean of the rapine's foul blood. He resheathes the dagger, and it swings back, hidden in the silken fur of his hearty mane.

It was true he had many skilled teachers, and knew ramathian inside and out, but his skills were best put to fighting, not reading and translating dialects besides the well known ramathian - for there were other languages known to a few scholars and priests and priestesses; of which he was not one of them.

Therefore, he leaves that difficult task to Isis, staying on the ready, for anything that comes 'round the corner, while they work.

Lautir · Apr 4, 2013

Kazul looked at the slain best. And thought about what Saeroth had said. Â“Â…prepared to face themÂ…". HeÂ’s nightmares were that filed with voices. Those horrible voices, that tell him to stop looking for his parents, they taunted him. He shuddered at the tough of it, of having to g face to face with one of them. But then again, maybe this journey would have a purpose for him after all. Maybe it would help him with his parents, but he knew that if he had to make a chose he it would have to be for Isis.
For there was always another time. That was some thing he had lots of.

As he had seen Saeroth make a movement of him to move towards the doors. He nodded then walked over to be of help and to also take a look at the ramathian writing on the door.

He had always known how to read them, but never knew if he was taught, not being able to remember much of his past. He looked over the symbols trying to make out some of the words and the meanings of the writing for being there.

Shadowlack · May 27, 2003

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<center>Thren was pretty surprised when he saw the rapine,he had studyed them and seen them in books but never this vividly.After a bit of studying the dead carcass he heard Saeroth say"whatever evils you know,be prepared to face them."

Thren gave this sentence thought for he barely ever knew evil when he was growing and nothing much scared him,and whatever did he would always overcome that fear so it woudn't haunt him ferther.When he was about to name the one fear he had he heard everyone stop adruptly.

When Thren looked up he saw another set of passages but there where two set of doors with writing on them.Thren was schooled very well when he was a youngling but he never really felt interested in learning other languages."O great another one of these puzzles well I don't think we should wait for to long since more Rapines could be right around the bend.Soo any one have any ideas?"</left></tr></td></table><center>

Shadowlack · Apr 4, 2013

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Isis' immaculately chiseled crania inclined toward the deceased varmint; her gaze one of scrutinizing demeanor, noting every detail of this creature pendragons hated and abhorred -- of course, there were amany exemplary reasons to anathematize this animal. And from the horrific stories that this female had read, she too considered the rapine race abominable. Her attention soon diverted away from the carcass and toward the walls once again before hearing the spoken orals of Saeroth. Auds swiveled about her alabaster pericranium, standing erect and forward while listening to his phrases. Thoughts cycled her mentality, one of the numerous vexations she wished not to encounter were more of these bedimmed rapine... Tassel twas inanimate as her lithe configuration while a response was given in saccharine vocals.

"Tis your welcome m' lord... I twas not expecting to be in this realm, I just came, like yourself... To prepare for something we knew not twas to happen, is virtually impossible; yet at least you have one weapon instead of nothing..."[/b]

Upon thinking over the second phrase of his sentence, a thought had struck her mentality -- could myths she had read and studied make themselves evident in this dimension. Such thoughts sent a shiver ascending up her spine; she'd pray such a monstrosity as the Draconis Rapine would not be manifested in this vortex. Only two reported sightings of these creatures have ever been documented in the history of Ramath-Lehi; meeting up with one in the Fronmia this female thrusted aside in hopes of clearing her mentality of negative apprehensions.

Glancing momentarily upon Kazul the she 'dragon perambulated toward the inscriptions etched within the limestone walls. These phrases, however, to one's initial glance sonorously were modern Ramathian. Yet when scrutinizing these written characters, an individual could clearly espy how primordial this language twas. Rather than composed of a series of intricate and resplendent markings like in the current Ramathian, these letters were actually incomplex claw marks sonorously embedded by a pendragon's own talons. However to this femme's advantage, these symbols were quite similar to those found within the Naptilian temple... And it twas when Isis' was just about to read the first phrase that the acquisitive vocals of Thren reverberated within the vicinity. This female was not trying to jeopardize anyone's soul in reading the inscriptions; yet much truth had been spoken in his orals; if there was a solitary rapine, more were bound to make themselves evident. Clearing her mentality she began to read the first word...

"Two... No... No... Three..."[/b]

Fearing the inscriptions would evanish with a stroke from her diminutive pedicle, the female 'dragon refrained from skimming the delicate pads beneath her paws across the walling.

"Three fates... Three passageways... Dissimilar---"[/b]

It was as she were about to read the word perils that a cacophonous shriek reverberated within the velocity, causing the entire labyrinthine to convulse violently. The she 'dragon could sense the supervened; a monolithic section of the labyrinthine wall from above began to mangled down, the colossal slab of stone twas to undoubtedly crush the foursome when Isis' lifted her pedicle, holding it abruptly just above their heads. Optics once again transmogrifying into a chromatism of gold which radiate outward from her opaque pupils; she held the object up through telekinesis. One, however, could espy she was struggling to keep the several ton slab of rock from inching closer to their spiritual beings; laborious was the task on hand, but she needed them to choose a door and quickly for her soul could not hold on much longer.
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Lautir · Jun 7, 2003

OOC:Sorry if I kept you waiting. Â

Â BIC: Kazul watched and listen while Isis read the writing on the wall. He was also trying to make some of it out on his own. But most of them were a little hard to make out. He then just turn and listen to Isis. ThreeÂ…..But there was four of them.
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Â Â He had felt the rock coming before he even knew it was there. Before he could continued his thought he was thrown off his feet from the shake in the ground. He wasnÂ’t the best at blanching. He was lying on the floor a little shaken. He looked around to see that the rock was stopped by Isis, knowing that it would be hard to keep it up he added some of his telekinesis. Even tough his head was hurting from the fall.
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Â He finally got back on his feet and looked over at the doors. He was never too good at choices and knew that he didnÂ’t have much time. He then remembered his earlier thought. Four of them, three doors. Was one of them not to go thought? Were they all to take the same path? If not what was to happen.
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Â He also remembered the danger of the Rapines, that gave them even less time. He looked over at Thren and Â Saeroth hopping that they would be of help in the choice.

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