[RP] Death of a god.

[Swix]

The young dragon snorted, small hot sparks erupting from his nostrils and hitting the paved ground. Fortunately they had cooled down enough by the the time they hit the surface in order not to melt anything, which might not have been pleasant for everyone in their strange little group that was growing.

"I will try and get the Seer" Redwing told them, eyeing the new winged people with his red slitted eyes. If they got on with this most polite creature called Embri though, he guessed they were ok by him "but I can't promise anything"

The Dark Fire Dragon then reached out with his mind, deep down below them, searching for the familiar vicious touch of the minds of his kin.

~Elders, Seer, the task to which you have sent me has had much change. I, Redwing, seek your guidance in this matter, and request that the link be reestablished~

He broadcast this only to his kindred minds, though whether or not it fell on deaf ears was yet to be determined. Furnace seemed to get on fine without his link to the others, and was still able to talk via telepathy, so Redwing should be able to do the same. Shouldn't he?

The youngling waited for an answer, any answer, but nothing came. Not until he was about to give up on it anyway.

~What do you want, Redwing?~ The hundred year old dragon finally got back a reply from a familiar creature, the female Elder Ebony ~We are not in the mood for niceties~ The 3000 year old dragon sounded angry to the young one on the recieving end of the communication, and if he didn't dissociate certain feelings with the Elders he probably would have realised she sounded hurt as well. As it was, the reptilian had to stop himself from jumping out of his scales at the sheer ferocity Ebony was projecting, and wasn't foolish enough to ask what had gotten her so upset.

~Elder, we were contacted by someone whom one of this group trusts, it told us to 'seek the gold dragon', a dragon called Shalim. Do you know of this creature?~ Redwing asked of his Elder, hoping she knew something. Anything would be good right now.

~No, I know nothing of this golden dragon~ Ebony answered snappishly ~You know as well as all of us we do not interfere on the surface of this world. Consult Coro~ That was all the young dragon got, as Ebony abruptly cut the link between them.

"The Elders do not know either" Redwing told the whole group, whether they were actually listening or not "but I-" the young dragons speech was cut short as an unwelcome yet welcome voice sounded throughout his mind. Not just his, but everyone in the current groups.

~Greetings little one~ the unstable, vaguely musical 'voice' was that of the Blind Seer, Coro
~Unisus and gargoyle,
feathers, scales, rock and fur.
All gethered together,
a disaster to deter!~

Redwing snorted again, Coros amateur poetry seemed to get worse and worse the more he heard it. It was just so... undignified, but Coro didn't seem to care for that. The youngling had never know the 1500 year old to be any other way.

"There" Redwing said, although he was puzzled as to why the Seer had decided to talk to everyone "apparently Coro would rather talk to the whole group than just to me"

[Danikat]

"Intriguing."
"Very."
"This one is new to us, we must investigate him further."
"Later, later we will investigate, now is not the time for such things."

The voices came from somewhere just behind the group. The Olvari had heard Coro as he spoke to the others and couldn't help chattering amongst themselves at the discovery of such an unusual creature.

[Embri]

Embri pricked her ears at the voices, though they had no vocal component. Old instincts died hard. The mare grinned at the poetry, thinking privately how very ... undraconian this Coro was. He reminded Embri of her old teacher, One Eye.

~arCoro-svess terning, skaeren ixen~ She replied, trusting that RedWing's clanmate would hear her.


"Intriguing."
"Very."
"This one is new to us, we must investigate him further."
"Later, later we will investigate, now is not the time for such things."

Embri threw up her head with a snort as she wheeled around, dragging Angel with her. These voices were new, and not accounted for by any current member of the group, alarming her.

"Who's there?" She waved her horn horizontally back and forth, wings spread wide, seeking the source of the chatter. A faint shimmer was all the mare could find, a maddening optical presence that disappeared when looked at directly.


Highlight below for translation:
(masculine posessive)Coro-smooth scales, hot flame.

A standard draconic greeting, humanoid equivalent to "greetings and good health". However, this human greeting would be very impolite in Draconic (it can imply a lack on the other party's side, as if saying "I hope you have better health than you now enjoy, since you seem in rather poor shape"), thus the possessive form prefixed, implying the receiver already enjoys those qualities.

[Coolpikaaa]

The thought "He was going to need a bit more firepower than just his own sparks" was running quite fast through Coolpikaaa's mind.He was easily outnumbered, and outgunned.

He walked toward the crowd, hoping to reason with them. However the thrill of smashing everything and anything had overtaken their confused minds.Two more people drew back their looted bows and a few more drew out the odd Tubafur.

Suddenly it dawned on him.He had somehow not reconized the street, with the chase going on and such.To the left of him read the big letters
"Coolpikaaa's corner shop".

Taking a second to break into his own store, coolpikaaa emerged from the back with a silvery white substance running down one paw.Confidence restored, he boomed out louder than ever, echoing down a few blocks.

'DON'T MAKE ME USE THIS!!!"

-coolpikaaa

[Angel]

*Zed pays attention well to what is happening as Angel does not, absorbed as she is. He taps into the psychic message with a little difficulty and smiles softly at the rhyme, taking a little childish amusement at it.
At the new voices coming from a completely unexpected direction, he whirls round. His hand goes to his sword hilt but he sees nothing. To him this is little indicator of safety but there was no threat in the voices. He notes to remain more alert in both the mental and physical planes.

Angel yelps and pulls her wings close as they turn. She herself sees nothing, but she feels what Embri does and delights in it. here is something familiar about the chatter and voices. A scent also, now she is looking for something. Is is fain and clean smelling, reminiscent of jasmine.

[LordPsycho]

Blackfoot, who had never had his mind ((knowingly)) intruded upon was unsure about this, but this was their best hope for a path to take.

"Well, um...sure. If he is willing to speak to us, I would be happy to talk to him..."

[Norgod]

((I'd like to join this RP if you guys don't mind. Is it open to anyone? And if so, what's going on?))

[LordPsycho]

((By all means, join. It is an open RP for all. As for a synopsis....I'm not the best person for that.))

[Danikat]

[Embri]

"Young one?" the mare snorts, shaking her head while feathered wings folded back into their resting position. "I have not been called a young one in a long, long time, whomever thou art. Still, one does not question aid in a time of great need, no matter what quarter it rises from."

Still somewhat unsettled to be talking verbally with invisible creatures, Embri pawed the dusty ground with a foreleg. "And by what name should we address thee?"

I would also like to know what you are, though that hardly seems to be a polite thing to ask under the circumstances... she thought privately.

[rosebarks]

((Sorry that I haven't posted, I will maybe after work tonight,...I would right now but I have two friends over and I'm DEAD TIRED today, sorry enveryone again, I will be checkin' this more often, and again I apologize for me absence in this rp when i see there was a response. I will respond later tonight.))

[HisLordship]

"I am afraid," said the Owl, "that these sketches are crude at best, Arian."

He unrolled a photocopy from among his things, and showed a medieval manuscript to the silver armadillo. It was a lovingly rendered ink sketch of an eager foal prancing about in a neatly maintained garden. The fact that the artist suffered palsy was evident, the lines were irregular as though the pressure put down by the pen has been uneven while the illustrator worked his wonders.

But such devotion to detail! Three neat hedgerows encircled the foal, lined with gracefully spaced flowers with blooms like a daffodil and a tulip interbred. In the background a monument stood, a trinity of three stone rectangles resting atop a circle larger stone circle as though they were a three dimensional exercise in circumscribing.


"This is the best picture I have. My mad heretic was a historian and not a cartographer, I fear."

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Maryse Noted Ensychris waiting patiently, and gestured his party to come forward.

"What errands the bird got you on now, hun?"
The trio gave their answer.

"Oh, his pet projects. Yeah, just take the elevator as you usually do, and look up Tertiary Sewage Treatment Station, Beta Backup' on the control board. You and your pals'll be there in no time!"

Maryse looked down to see she'd handed the birdlike reptillian a note, immaculately written and with concise directions. She hadn't even realized she'd been holding a pen.

Stupid autoscribe mode!

"Here ya go, hun. Be careful down there now, they've got a lotta experimental stuff they don't want messed with. Oh, and if you see a Dr Judy Mossman down there, tell here I just loved that cake!"


((Just an attempt to kickstart the parts where I fell lax.)) [Edited to correct mistakes on 19-APR-08]

[Kazumaru]

Kazumaru finally neared his lab, having had to walk all the way there from the Cave. To the best of his knowledge, he hadn't been followed, but then again, this is Kazumaru we're talking about.

The spirit passed the last row of trees blocking his view and stopped in his tracks, seeing the current pandemonium in front of the lab.

"For the love of french toast...!"

[Swix]

((Sorry for late posting, I'm properly back now .

... Bad poetry ahead! You have been warned ))

~No need for formalities,
my dear Embri.
That sort of thing,
never mattered to me~

Coro sent to the group as a whole, although this string of words was clearly meant for the fiery unisus. The smoke that was constantly emanating from Redwings nostrils seemed to thicken as his bright red eyes burned brighter, his dislike of the Seer steadily growing.

~Questions without answers,
the later I know.
The former one being,
"which way should you go?"~

~South is too dry,
north's far too wet.
East can't be right,
so which way's your best bet?~

~If you go the right way,
if you're on the right track.
You oughtta pass through,
the forest of black~

~The futiure's never clear,
there's no true way of knowing.
It comes in grey shades,
but you should get going~

Coro paused after this, though to those who had experience with mind communication could tell he was still there, it was almost like he was waiting for something. It also carried the merest hint of raucous laughter, as though the Seer found something greatly amusing either down below or in his own head. He was a strange one alright.

"That's it" Redwing snorted "seems kind of vague", though on the other hand he didn't know anything about the surface except for what he'd seen at the funeral.

[rosebarks]

((No idea if her hair changed since last time, heh))

"From Galt's Gulch...Alright" Lilic said as she watched Maryse give her directions on where to go. "Left at the Atlas Statue Avenue...Alright" She told her again as she looked at the area. "By the way, what do you mean semi-germ-free car? What's wrong with the other ones?" She asked not sure of what could be wrong and not sure if she really wanted to know for sure right now.

"So that's all there is to gettin' to the ministry is take a train, or whatever its called, and take a ride down this way" Lilic said while she pointed to the directions again to make sure she had them correct for the moment. "Get off, go left at that avenue and I'll be there, is that really all there is to it?" Lilic asked, it almost seemed....Too smiple to her, as if something else was up with what she had to do, she hadn't been told details really, just to go to the ministry and try not die.

((There, I hope this helps in reviving mister dead over there ^_^ Lol. Sorry for the uber late post yet again, been busy with work))