22 Dyo 81381 The badlands Ooc: Fey, black padded jacket, gloves and all types of warm clothing Since Fey’s family if u could call it that don’t celebrate the Lybaj'tpui holiday Fey decided to go to the northlands, he had heard the whisperings of powerful crystals capable of healing people of any ailment hidden in The badlands. So Fey packed the most anti-cold cloths as possible including boots and went as fast as possible to where the rumours pointed. And that was two days ago. The bleak whiteness was starting to get annoying and boring, the creaking sound of the distant glacier was making him bordering on paranoia, and the boots where uncomfortable it had been a very long time since he wore any sort of shoe. Eventually he felt something in his soul snag he had always been in touch with crystals, so it wasn’t too difficult to attune himself to any crystals in the area and only the powerful ones he would sense of which he already had a small bagful. From this sensation he knew it was at least a few miles away and it’s below ground, so he followed the trail of energy. It seemed like hours had past without any notice as there was no sunrise or dawn here and the sensations had been making him go in circles. So he went to the centre of the circle he had made and started to dig straight down shifting rocks, boulders, logs anything that impeded his work was dwelt with almost ferocious anger It was all like a dream to him he was doing the work but it wasn’t in his control it just wasn’t him, the energy he had been following had become so powerful it had taken over him, using him to dig itself out of the ice and snow. And whenever he tried to cut the mental link between him and it all he’d get in response was a wall, with the cold almost machine-like words “resistance is a waste of time, do not persist”. It seemed the <span style='color:red'>item</span> as he started to call it was right, every time he resisted more pain of the frostbite in his uncontrollable paws would seep through the link and steal some of his energy away from his very own soul. “Oh hell what have gotten myself into” he mumbled surprised that the <span style='color:red'>item</span> had left him with the control of his mouth. After a day of digging without a break, sentient items have no need for breaks; the ground shook cracks appeared and Fey fell into a deep dark cave with a now broken leg. Fortunately his mobile had come out of his pocket and dialled a random number on his speed dial list of new friends. Taking advantage of the fact of the phone and that the <span style='color:red'>item </span>had been stunned by the sudden jolt of pain when a person answered he screamed at the top of his lungs “Help me whoever you are I’m in a cavern about five kilometres south of the northeast corner of the badlands, ple…” the rest of the call was cut off when the <span style='color:red'>item </span>regained its power and took away his speech. “Resistance is a waste of time, resistance is a waste of time you have disobeyed me you shall feel pain unending.” The <span style='color:red'>item</span> called again only more forcibly. Knowing he was going to die soon ceased all of his resisting and he curled his mind into a protective ball hoping it would shut out the pain and the voice. Ooc: wow that’s the longest lot iv done so far. come on anyone
<table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="405" background="http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/2889/starwingcopyli7.png" style="border-right: 1px solid black; border-top: 1px solid black; border-left: 1px solid black; border-bottom: 1px solid black; background-color:#000000; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top;"><tr><td><div align="justify"><font style="font-family:tahoma; font-size:12.5px; line-height:13px;"> <div style="filter:alpha(opacity=100); -moz-opacity:1.0; padding:9px; background-color:; color:#999999;"> Caharacter: Tira Clothing: Black furlined 3/4 length jacket with a fur lined interior, a huge yellow backback and black baggy trousers with black boots. <hr size=1 color=#18444A width=200 style=solid> Tira was wrapped up like an exspenive present. She had come to the badlands in hope of finding some ice crystals for her summoning class. But so far there wasn't even a shard about the place. The wind was freezing her ears off so with a quick tug she pulled the furry hood up with only her button black nose poking out. It was starting to darken now and with her not being anywhere near the old lodge she had been staying in it looked like she would be roughing it, if you could call it that. The huge oversized rucksack held all kinds of nice foods and the puffiest, warmest sleeping bags one could dream of. But then her phone buzzed and after a huge amount of floundering and patting she pulled the small device out. <font color=#DADBDB>"Helllo?"</font> No answer. but then the other line crackled into life,Help me whoever you are IÂ’m in a cavern about five kilometres south of the northeast corner of the badlands, pleÂ… and then the line went dead. Frowning at the moment she checked the caller ID. Fey'ore... who was he again... Thinking back she frowned again before enlightenment filled her face. He sat across from her in their Psychology class! But now she had to find him?! What a drag. Head down she checked her digital map marking the corner and trying to display where he might be. Thank god for satelites. Downloading the current map she looked for any caves or crevasses nearby in that corner. No luck... But if his phone was working... and the frequency of phones were easier to locate for her. So with a quick flip and a couple of seconds she rung him back. Her audits twicthing under the hood, Tira made off in the direction the map had shown and surprising after passing a huge field of ice shards she heard the tale tell ring of a mobile. The ringing grew lounder and it was only when she stood on a pile of now next to the crack that she realised where he was, Thankfully she was gifted with wings. Though it was awfully dark down there... Fire orbs! Tira's quick thinking conjured half a dozen of them, lighting her way down to the bottom as she appeared to float to the cold rock below. Landing with a thud, tira looked up from her landing spot, letting her hood fall down in the windless space. It was so creepy, this place and she was so relived to se his mobile flashing the missed call from her. Bending down to pick it up her eyes made contact with the arden. <font color=#DADBDB>"Yo, what's the prob?"</font> </div> </font></div></font></td></tr></table>
Fey just glared at the newcomer and got up. the <span style='color:red'>item </span>was getting angry this newcomer might stop his slave from freeing itThere was a bone poking through his jeans half frozen blood still dripping off the point. Not a wince was showing just impassive staring. He started to walk toward a large chasm with a tiny ice walkway. Even though a bone was half hanging out of his leg he walked with no limp. Just non-stop marching into a chasm of blackness. After a minute the swath-like march juddered to a stop. Inside his head Fey was screaming and hammering himself at the <span style='color:red'>items</span> mental wall forgetting the pain just wanting to be saved to warn his classmate Shaking lips were almost forming words but not sound could be made. “No stop meee, please you have to.” the silent words rang with pain as a blind old war veteran’s eyes can But just after Fey’s plea ended the <span style='color:red'>item </span>shouted at her in its dark unnatural voice. “Dare not stop me little girl or you shall feel the same pain this poor wretch has” Fey punched the nearby ice wall so hard the cave shook and a creaking sound reverberated throughout the cavern. With-drawing his fist from the wall he turned towards the girl with a glower, blood trickling from his flesh stripped fist.
<table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="405" background="http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/2889/starwingcopyli7.png" style="border-right: 1px solid black; border-top: 1px solid black; border-left: 1px solid black; border-bottom: 1px solid black; background-color:#000000; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top;"><tr><td><div align="justify"><font style="font-family:tahoma; font-size:12.5px; line-height:13px;"> <div style="filter:alpha(opacity=100); -moz-opacity:1.0; padding:9px; background-color:; color:#999999;"> Thanky you! <hr size=1 color=#18444A width=200 style=solid> Wrinkling her face in disgust she stared at the angled leg with a squeal at the back of her throat. It was just like Rapine horror 4, where the pendragon get torn to shreds by the rapine and you run out of ammo. Her paws had automatically went up to her mouth as she shuddered. Grossness. Lighting up the place with a few more fire orbs, she found herself confused at the behaviour of Fey, he was always so quiet and gentle in class, and ick! he was standing on his leg. Jumping from one foot to the other she squeeked slightly as the blood dripped onto the floor. <font color=#DADBDB>"Fey, stoppit! thats gross!"</font> She whined, still hopping onto her alternate legs, her bag was bouncing up and down in a heavy display of girlish outbursts. But she stopped when Fey began to speak again, or so much as mouth something before he began to speak. little girl?! just who did he think he was! Puffing up her chest, her cheeks glowed red under her fur in anger and frustration. The yellow bag thumped to the floor before she took a few steps forward, her eyes blazing. <font color=#DADBDB>"EXCUSE ME MISTER, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PLAYIN' AT, I SHOULD SMACK YOU UPSIDE THE HEAD FOR THAT! GETTING ME TO COME HERE JUST TO BAD MOUTH ME, WELL I'LL I'LL SHOW YOU ATTIDUDE"</font> She souted growling at Fey harshly. Granted he didn't sound the same, but how ungrateful can one be?! Here she had come all the way down here to help him and he was being all creepy and walking on his leg with bones at odd angles. And then having the cheek to reprimand her! </div> </font></div></font></td></tr></table>
He heard his new classmate only slightly but it seemed she had no idea what she was into at all. The <span style='color:red'>item</span> was taking over more of his mind memories were flashing through him only to disappear into a black hole of emptiness. In a last ditch attempt to free himself he sent a scream both mental and physical, throughout his fractured mind. "Noooooooooooooo" the scream was full of pain and anguish. He had been freed for a while at least. Bouncing on the balls of his feet from the combined pain. "Im sorry but let me explain there is a powerfull crystal and its evil but we have to get out of here it was controling me."in a slightly pained voice he then apologised for any pain and suffering he had or might cause when the <span style='color:red'>item</span> takes over again. The <span style='color:red'>item</span> had been pinned down to the hole it had created, locked away without a key. Fey thought he had won this battle of the minds. All they had to do was get out of the Badlands and heÂ’d be free completely. He knew of course that the <span style='color:red'>item</span> would not let him go easily, and the assumption was correct not ten minutes of his escape had passed when the ground shook once more. The great stalactites hanging from the ceiling were breaking and moving in a great swarm above their heads as if a hand was holding them up perfectly steady. The shaking got worse the hole in the ceiling collapsed and two cracks appeared one to the right one to the left. They needed a decision soon before the floating ice shards would skewer them. "Can you think of anyway of stopping them if not then we will have to run fast" alternating his looking point from the tunnels and the ice spears. Just as he was about to make a decision his side suddenly went warm the pain of his leg was leaving as he looked down he saw that no more blood was running down the leg, no bone was pointing out. It soon became apparent that he had been wrong about his thinking, the crystal he had been looking for was right there with the lesser ones waiting for a need. Soon the room started to heat up ice ice shards were melting and Fey could run again. "Come on this way" he shouted picking the right tunnel.
