Shadows and Shades

Charactor: http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=2731Joun Tyoqu</a>

Darkness had fallen onto the old ruins when Joun made his way through the debris at their outskirts. He had spent the last few hours foraging for herbs and root plants to make a meal of but had thus far found only a few dried up mosses. Hardly a pallatable meal by themselves. Perhaps sustenence could be found in the shaded ruins, where flora could find shelter from the harshness of the sun.

He padded carefuly over the ground, littered with glass and metal that could pierce his bare foot-paws, making his way towards the sprawling expanse of sundered buildings and roadways. He was well aware of the stories surrounding the rise and fall of this once-grand metropolis, the ancient war that had supposedly brought an end to its inhabitance and the rumours of lost technology. Perhaps it was the inumerable ghost stories he had heard as a child that had kept him from this place for so long. Whatever the case, Joun's empty stomach and growing curiosity pushed him to enter the tangled mass of decay.

Pausing at the threshold of the forgotten city, he lifted his head up to the night sky and let out a long, rolling howl. His mother had always taught him to be respectful of the dead. This was their home and place of rest, he would do well to pay his respects and announce himself to them before entering. Bowing his head now, he made a breif prayor for peace to the souls now resting within the city.

After completing the ritual, Joun continued on once more, glancing about himself with cat-like eyes adapted for superior nocturnal-vision. Suddenly his nose picked up the soft scent of some spice or other, discernable in its faintness. He sniffed the air a few moments before determining the direction of the aroma. Following it slowly for about a minute his eyes rested upon a small puddle near the entrance to one of the ruined buildings, a few sparse plants fed of the live-giving pool, but wait. He smelled something else now. Was it food?

Curiousity piqued, Joun made his way cautiously towards the doorway, eyes and ears fixed forward...

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>Hello there, this is my first time RPing on the internet, but I think I did alright, let me know if I need to improve something. ^_^</td></tr></table>

 

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<table class=ooc><tr><td>Actually, you're a good Rp'er, void
I'm notorious for short posts, pls bear with me :drool:
and, tenebrous, youre character doesn't take spellcasting as a trade, you should make the powers limited to a few and say they're from a magic pendant or something, so that other players wont argue and stuff... </td></tr></table>


<span style='color:red'>Hey!</span>
a form dropped from the roof of a nearby building, landing effortly in a crouch, left hand on the ground, right hand gripping his staff tightly off to the side. he stood up, and spoke softly,

<span style='color:red'>Are you the guy with the food?</span>

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<table class=ooc><tr><td>Crap, got a picture of the staff but don't know how to get it up, well, anyway, its a long metal rod that forks at the end, like a tuning fork

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<table class=ooc><tr><td> XP ignore mah cruddy post
Charater
http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=2736Mordraug Nyote</a>
Male, 54oo
Machina Technology and Poisons (both master ranks)
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The quiet thuds of unsteady footsteps heralded the approach of an odd looking pendragon. The unknown being's back was awash in the steady glow of a rainbow of colours. The origin of the light was the natural bioluminescence of a fin-like appendage running the length of the males back and tails. It was this unusual source of illumination that Mordraug relied on as he picked his way through the ruins.

As the gaunt pendragon limped along, he hummed a tuneless song. He gazed around at the ruined buildings that surrounded him, looming above his being with a sad, yet ominous presence. The feelings Mordraug associated with war seemed to have soaked into the soil, and it was a strange sense of nostalgia for the elderly pendragon; having already experienced death and lose many times in his youth. There was so much despair around him... it seemed to swirl in the air around his head. But with such left over feelings came the shadows of the beings that had felt them. Mordraug had the feeling of being watched from every crumbling doorway and window, as if the original inhabitants had never left their homes and businesses...

If it wasn't for his research, Mordraug probably would have never considered travelling from his safe home in Swaraj to such a desolate place. Already he had managed to lame himself on a piece of concealed metal, slicing open his left footpad on the rusty steel. Sadly, this was one of the few places his current topic of study congregated in large numbers. He was only marginally creeped out by the whole place, but why had he been stupid enough to come here at night? Oh right... the whole sun thing... Mordraug sighed and limped a little faster, he really shouldn't of some here alone.

A sudden howl, long and wailing, wafted on the still night breeze, causing his ears to pick up and swivel towards the sound. He set off in the direction the noise had come from, moving as fast as he could on his injured limb.

"Hello?" he cried hoarsely, "Is there someone out there?"

 

Joun yelped loudly and nearly jumped out of his skins. with his senses so keenly focused on the doorway, he had never expected anyone to drop down on him from the sky!

Stumbling backwards towards a wall, Joun's fur bristled with fear. Who was this, and what did they want?

Who in the name of the ancients are you?!
Joun did not bare his teeth, but his posture conveyed a determination that clearly meant business. He sized up the crouching form.

One of his ears swiveled quickly to the left as his now adrenaline-heightened senses caught the sound of yet another pendragon aproaching from down the roadway. Was it some sort of trap? What a fool he was for venturing into the ruins at night. Surely the surrounding buildings would create the perfect haven for outlaws and criminals to take refuge in.

The muscles of his quadrepedal form were shivvering with tension as Joun considered his options. Was it folly to run? Were these the sort who would kill you if you tried to escape?

His mind reeled as he stared at the figure before him...

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>Woohoo, glad to see an interest in the thread, hopefully we'll have a great time here! If you could though, provide a link to the profile of the charactor you are using, so we can all know what you look like ^_^</td></tr></table>

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>Yeah, well, at least there is somone else poetic around here, lol ^_^ </td></tr></table>


<span style='color:red'>Hold it! lets start from the beggining, I'm Del.</span>
Hmmmm... Inside, huh?
<span style='color:red'>I guess we can continue this inside, now who here has the food i smelled earlier?</span>
There are a lot of souls here, i wont be able to sleep tonight.
http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=2539Info on his powers (under personallity)</a>

 

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<table class=ooc><tr><td>Meh, this post is short, and I ain't too happy with it, but feh, i'm lazy and apathetic at the moment >=P shoot meh at will
"Nioti (f. Niotie) - A young pendragon. Could also be used as an insult."
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Mordraug was on the verge of panting when he finally caught sight of a small congregation. For a moment the sight of other pendragons comforted him, but that comfort was easily overwhelmed by his paranoia. What were these people doing in the ruins at this hour? Had he stumbled upon a smuggler camp, or a congregation of thieves? Mordraug was all too aware of the fact that there were valuable items to be found in the ruined city, and that they attracted all sorts in the pursuit for wealth. With this knowledge in mind, he slowed his pace and approached cautiously. It wouldn't do much good now though, the soft multicoloured light that came from his fin would make him stand out like a sore thumb. If they hadn't seen him, they had to be blind. He wished he had brought his cloak to dim the glow.

Clearing his throat loudly, Mordraug spoke again as he continued closing the distance. "May I be so bold, as to ask what sure you nioti doing here, especially at this time of night?" he asked. The skeletal pendragon's one real eye narrowed in suspicion as he looked over the motley group. The old male stopped when he was a few yards from the group and simply stood there; reaching down to massage his lamed foot as he waiting for an answer.

 

Joun relaxed slightly with the arrival of the elder pendragon. If this was an ambush, it certainly was alot stranger than he would have expected. What an odd coincidence that the four of them should meet eachother so suddenly though....he relaxed his muscles but kept an eye out for an escape route, should it become neccesary.

Letting out an audible sigh of relief, he adressed the newly arrived old man.

Respected elder, my name is Joun Tyoqu. I was gathering food for my meal here. I know not these other two. he bowed his head slightly towards A'delos and Tenebrous, I was following the sent of food when we met rather abruptly, not moments ago.

These three had obvioously never met, Joun could see it in their body language. He relaxed further. Perhaps it would be best for us to seek refuge from the cold, the nights in this area can be quite unforgiving. Joun was used to the cold and his dense fur would insulate him from the harsh climes, but he doubted that this elderly pendragon would fare well ouside for much longer.

Freind, he turned his head toward the pendragon now framed in the doorway. might we join you, out of the cold?

Joun sat on his haunches and concentrated. The surface of his body appeared to ripple as muscle and bone slowly shifted into new positions. His front legs thickened and extended into humanoid arms while the curvature of his spine straightened into that of an upright biped. Once the shift had completed he stood up on his legs, stretching his back. He reached around and opened the pack that was strapped firmly to his back and pulled out a folded cloth sheet.

He offered it to the older pendragon. You look like you could make use of this, elder one.

Joun's stomach gave an involuntary grumble. Oh, haha, thats right. Perhaps someone will have food to share.

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>Yee gods, I'm bushed. Sorry for the crappy post. :blink: </td></tr></table>

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>Eep! I did? *gets thwacked* T_T...b, but, A'delos said to wait till everyone else posted. *cries* (sniffle) I'll post after sadistic-tendancies from now on. *runs away, weeping uncontrolably* XD</td></tr></table>

 

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<table class=ooc><tr><td>cuuuuuuuuuuuuute void, reeeeeeeeeal cuuuute, not... lol</td></tr></table>


<span style='color:red'>Well, then, what is everyone waitng for? lets get inside before we turn into icicles,</span>
he said, making a miniature glacier in his hand for emphasis,

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>Pardon my spelling errors 'n such, this was typed in a hurry ^^;</td></tr></table>


Mordraug openly scoffed. "'Respected elder' my furry arse..." He rasped in an amused tone. He wasn't that old... Was he? No... He was well aged, like a fine wine; he would only become better as the years went on. His slightly bruised ego satisfied, Mordraug returned from his momentairy lapse of concentration. He absent mindedly waved a gnarled hand about infont of his nose. "Keep your blanket, if you nioti think this is cold you've obviously never lived in Dhruv." He loudly sighed. In the back of his mind he scolded himself for not takeing the offered article, not for warmth, but to cover the soft illumination he was giving off. It was making him feel rather... visable.

Mordraug raised an eyebrow when the machina augmentation that served as his ear picked up the faint, but tell-tale rumble of a pendragon gut. With an overly-dramatic, world-weary sigh he thrust a hand into the stained leather satchel that rested against his right hip. When he withdrew his hand a small wooden container was clutched in his bony fingers. He tapped his metal pinky against the hollow vessel. "Rather than bother this poor fellow, why don't you gnaw on these for a while?" he added, his grateing voice tinged with what could be considered fond annoyance. He cracked open the box slightly, exposing 5 rather beaten up, but still edible, biscuits.

"Honestly, if you're going to be traveling at least have the intelligence to pack the proper suppiles." He huffed. Honestly, kids these days... Mordraug carefully tossed the box to Joun, then swept his arms wide, ushering the group towards the doorway. "In, in! Don't stand out here gawkin' if you're worried about the cold!" He muttered, with a large wink to Tenebrous. "Cept shata puit, dys my rjuemt sy tgauc yv." Mordraug croaked to the only other adult in attendance.

 

Mordraug's response left a look of utter surprise on Joun's face. He moved to awkwardly catch the biscuits while still holding the blanket.

Er, uh...thank you sir! he smiled hungrily at the profered food, although he felt a little bad to be accepting it from one who he just moments ago had offered his assistance. Eh, couldn't hurt! Joun stuffed a biscuit in his mouth.

Joun couldn't help but feel happy with his stomach being fed and he smiled amicably as the elder pendragon ushered them all inside.

In the room, he saw that the other pendragon had made a sort of camp, with a sleeping roll and his gear. Being careful not to disturb the items, he made his way to the far corner and spread out the blanket. It was slightly warmer inside and Joun knew that their combined body heat would soon make the room pleasently comfortable.

He removed his pack as the others came inside and began taking out jars of dried herbs and leaves. A little tea would be the perfect way to end the night and stave off a cold.

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>Tis short, I know. I've got a job interview tomorrow, so I can't stay up TOO late. ^_^ Yay food!</td></tr></table>

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>Is it my turn?</td></tr></table>


the hidden insult aimed at the elder male was easy for del to pick out,
They must think cause i'm not an adult i don't understand ramathian.
he turned to mordraug,
<span style='color:red'>Iyo jaulexa ha emtolsap iyo jedhs?
iyo uja fumpajemd sha joemt us medhs ut fall...</span>

<span style='color:red'>If you need i fire going, i can light it,</span>
he said, a flame appearing in his palm,
<span style='color:red'>Elemental sorcery.</span>
he said with pride, turning the flame into a triangle, a circle, a square...

Oooh... is that tea?

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td> Muu... anuther ickeh post</td></tr></table>


Mordraug chuckled heartily, his supressed laughter violently shaking his skeletal frame. He smiled, thin lips pulled back tightly over large yellowed fangs. His laugh trailed off with a series of rasping coughs and gasps. "Eoi nioti, ys qet e beshib uvfyuat ymtals." He rasped to A'Delos. "Ros E huba bujeyot jautymt vyj khyytemd medhs ybaj pui vyj ni azglyjuseymt." He gave another hacking cough. Damn, his throat was dry now.Hmm... Looked like the one who had offered him a blanket was getting ready to whip something together, probably tea. Pssh, he could try and beg some, but damn he wanted something a little stonger. He rumaged around in his satchel, digging through vials and flasks in his search. His fingers brushed against what he was searching for, a metal canteen that had ended up at the very bottom of his bag, but his finger tips also dragged through a fine powder. Mordraug's brow furrowed in confusion, and he pulled out the canteen, making sure to scoop up some of the powder with a claw. Had one of his samples come open? A quick inspection reveiled the worst; the powder was srox. Mordraug glanced at Joun, and laughed nervously.
"How many of those biscuits did you eat?" He asked carefully. He was probably wrong, and the biscuits hadn't been contaminated, but if they had... He slowly unscrewed the cap to his canteen, and took a long gulp of the thick, dark liquid inside. God that hit the spot... Thinking ahead he pulled a small glass flask out of his bag, the narrow opening corked with a tight seal of wax. He might need the contents later.

 

Mfffmghft. Joun responded, through a mouthful of buscuit. The now completely empty box lay open to his side. Er, thanks for the biscuits, I think the powdered sugar you sprinkled on them was a nice touch too, very kind of you!

Gathering up the blanket, he handed it to Tenebrous, then set about to starting a fire for the tea. The dry wood ignited easily and he set a small pot of canteen water to boil over the flame. Despite the warmth of the fire, he started to feel strangely colder, he hoped the other pendragon would get the doorway covored soon.

This is a special recipe from my mother, with some mint and a few other herbs to help your body keep from catching cold, perfect for a cool night like tonight He rubbed his arms a little, to try and warm them, he could feel goosebumps under his fur. Dratted draft. he thought to himself...

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>Yes, he really is that absent minded, haha! It wouldn't be the first time he's unknowingly almost ended himself, LOL! I love reading your guys' posts though, this is great! ^_^</td></tr></table>

 

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<table class=ooc><tr><td>heheheh, oops :P </td></tr></table>

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td> Del, I think it was tenebrous' turn to post...</td></tr></table>