Day: 10 Month: Tria Year: 81379 Temcu Nudecu remained silent, scraping his claws across the cold, moss covered stones, his overly used, shadow grey cloak, sway in the wind behind. He had no idea what he was doing in the swamp, except for a memory of seeing the light of the moon several days before. Perhaps it had brought him here. The curse, the one of which he suffered. He looked around, nerviously, searching for his staff of kings. A gruff voice came from behind a bog tree. <span style='color:green'>"Ey! Looking for this?"</span> it asked, almost tauntingly. Temcu turned his attention to the creature as it stepped out from behind, holding the rather large staff in it's small, grubby hands. <span style='color:red'>"Give it over, Bog demon"</span> he replied, a look of anger and hate in his eyes. No one messes with Temcu Nudecu. <span style='color:green'>"No, I think i'll keep the blimey little thing"</span> said the bog demon, laughing. Temcu had enough, he reached behind his back and sheathed his sword. An energy came from the sword, of bright blue and magic aura. He moved rapidly, appearing as smoke to the creature. Before it could even make one move, it had lost it's head. Temcu took back the staff and grinned. He crouched in the waters of the bog. Those few spells had taken much out of him without the help of the staff. He began to feel dizzy, then, he fainted.
A foot nudged the imp's limp body. Ghyamez's head turned to look at the cloaked stranger. He shook it meaningly and made a "Tut, tut." noise. He had thought he'd be left alone out here in the swamp. Who would come out here voluntarily? Nevertheless, he had to help. He waded through the murky waters, feeling the disgusting "soup" seep through his fur and brush against his skin. He was home alright. Ghyamez reached down, and pulled the other arden out of the muck. "You should be more careful." He muttered to the unconscious body. "Wake up." He continued, only briefly contemplating to go get his clothes first.
He opened his eyes, giving the dragon a much needed smirk. <span style='color:red'>"Get your filthy hands off of me, dragon"</span> he said, grabbing his staff from the bog waters. Good. He would be able to cast spells without any trouble now. <span style='color:red'>"Doesn't your mother teach you never to touch things in the swamps?"</span> he asked, turning his back.<span style='color:red'> "I'm going back to my home, follow me if you wish"</span>.
"Didn't yours teach you any manners?"He queried, raising an eyebrow. "Besides, I'm not the one napping in the water." He turned his head to look at the dead demon again. "I assume you did that?" <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry for shortish post.</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Teehee :D It's alright, look at mine! </td></tr></table> He ignored the first remark, thinking. Temcu smirked. <span style='color:red'>"Indeed, for he stole my health ever since that bloody curse"</span>. He shook the water out of the long mangled hair, hoping that the dragon had not seen what lay under the hood of his cloak, for it was the cause of death in some dragons. He started off towards the fortress, the one which had belonged to the seven Guardian Magos, before they were destroyed, that is. Temcu Nudecu was the only one who remained, and even that was odd. His feet splashed in the warm water of the bog, boots soaked and covered in mud. He looked back over to the dragon, making sure that he was even following. For everything, he hoped he was not, because Temcu was bitter, and had no friends.
"Curses are a fucking nuisance." Ghyamez remarked, as he began trudging through the waters to follow the grumpy pendragon. He had learned how to walk through these waters from playing here as a niote. He slipped almost effortlessly through the substance, never getting caught in the roots and vines at the bottom. "Where are we going?"
He looked over his shoulder once more. <span style='color:red'>"Well, i'm going home"</span> he said, spitting into the cold muddy waters of the bog, staff in hand. Temcu came to a large stone, reaching and fiddling about for several seconds until there was a near silent click. He smiled, and suddenly disappeared into the water.
"Neat trick." He muttered, and took a small jump towards the place the other 'dragon had disappeared, hoping to reveal the place's secret.
"Indeed" he replied, noticing the other dragon come down the secret stairway. He grinned, an enjoyable hissing sound was amplified by the stone walls. It soon slithered out of nowhere and landed on the staff of Temcu. He smiled, looking it in the eyes. "Hello, Balazar" he said, petting the king cobra on the head. He looked back to the other dragon and smirked. "Well, come on, no need to stay in the entrance hall, and welcome to fortress Magos" he mumbled, moving on into the chamber. It was surrounded by darkness, with the bold exception of one torch in the front. The entire chamber was made of stone, covered in statues of demons, or were they statues? Six different doorways lay at the end of the chamber, each one inscribed in old Ramathian, a long lost language.
Ghyamez's feet made little splashing sounds as he decended from the stairwell, taking in as much of the odd place as possible. At the bottom of the stairs, he shook the water out of his fur and feathers, hoping the other wouldn't mind. He followed the strange person, noting everything he said. "Fortress Magos? Either you asociate with some really big people, or you're not afraid of lawsuits." He remarked, as his mood rose.
He smirked. "We once called it that, long before, but it's an ancient word for magic". He muttered a few strange words, and suddenly the room became warm. More torches became lit on the walls of stone. He muttered something else, casually running his hand along one of the statues. Cimu ti mu Mopis ib surun ong jqanp thu oshus ib eiyq jinus.
"That's some fancy pyro-sorcery you got there." He said as he followed the mage, looking at the lit torches. He was absent-mindedly playing with a fireball that was hovering above his hands. "I prefer not having to talk, though."
Temcu laughed. "That is nothing, my friend, for I am a master at the dark arts". In seconds, the toches blew out by a sudden blast of wind. He looked back to the dragon. "I'd rather have darkness". He led the dragon into another room. It contained several hundred more statues of creatures, followed by a larger one. It appeared to be a horned demon, standing upon the bodies of many dragon skulls. "Do you know what these statues are?" he asked the dragon, feeling the cold onyx in his hands. The snake, in the mean time was expelling curses to Ghyamez, who had obviously been angered. It's master never allowed half bloods into the chambers. "Come to me, Osiris". One of the onyx statues came to life, in the form of a bright orange pheonix.
"I've seen a lot of crap brought on by dark magi. I've stopped a lot of crap brought on by dark magi. Darkness isn't inherently evil, but it's used for such purposes all too often." He said as he extinguished the flame. Darkness or light made little difference to one with the keen senses of a predator He walked past the statues, touching one lightly, but pulling his hand back a bit more quickly thgan neccesary, just in case. "I assume they've got some significance. What it is is beyond me though. Also, your pet doesn't seem to like me..." He glared back at the cobra, baring his teeth a little, revealing their smooth, white surface to the world. He was interrupted movement and a burst of flames caused him to flinch and stare at the mighty firebird. "That's interesting..."
He looked at the cobra, anger in his dark eyes. Balazar, stop, or we will never complete ... he thought, speaking to the snake in a strange manner. He looked over to Ghyamez, who appeared to be stunned by the great fire bird Osiris. Good. Hopefully he had not listened in on the conversation with the mighty cobra. He began to speak to the bird in another language, this one being used only with his hands. The bird nodded, then took off down the coridor. "Shall we continue?" he asked.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>x_X X 500000. I'm so not thinking right now. Sorry for the short post</td></tr></table> . He smirked, drawing the dragon further under the surface of Ramath-lehi. "Nothing, only searching for someone" Temcu said, as they came to another room. It was smaller than the rest, filled with magical artifacts, weapons and a large set of tables and chairs.
"What is it you do here? To what purpose do you keep living statues and who knows what else hidden underground?" He said, eyeing some of the weapons with a look of -Hunger? Desire? Something along those lines- in his eyes.
He smirked, looking into the eyes of the other dragon. "My friend, I'm a hunter, of demons." he said, face dropping dead serious. It was true. He had been hunting demons for as long as he could remember. He was searching for the one who had given him the curse. Perhaps that is why he needed the other dragon. He needed someone to aid him. But he needed someone to also understand that he was not a most beautiful sight. Pulling down the hood of the ebony cloak he wore, he revealed the one true enemy. The face of Temcu was torn, comepletely disfiguired, and he also was missing an eye. It was not a pretty sight, but it was an honourable one. Temcu Nudecu had been scarred, by saving the life of his sister, Esu.
"Then we are somewhat alike. For I am hunt as well, a similar type of prey." What he said sounded rehearsed, somehow. He had gone over this in his head several times over the years. He had meant for it to sound important somehow, but he felt he had made an ass out of himself. Temcu's looks didn't reall frighten him. He had seen worse. Of course, the only ones he'd seen with faces like that had been either dead or very much like it.
