OOC: Loved the TLDR you did Xavier, worth at least four likes. Also, as Conyr is about to be cooked I was wondering: Does he count as meat or vegetables?

"Adryan, you can't possibly go to the city! It's folly, you'll die there just like everyone else!"
Frost was packing his bag for his journey. He was still extremely sore and tired, but he had to go into the city. So many expiditions had been run before into the anci"I'm going cairn, I have to." Frost said cooly, he understood the anxiety coming alone...until now when the life of every living being was in danger of being snuffed out.
"I won't"
"And what makes you think you'll survive when others hadn't?"
"I'm alone, so I'm a smaller target than a thousand armed and armored troops."
"Which means you'll have no one there to back you up."
"Oh I will. Don't worry about that."
"And who would that be? Because as much as you are a brother to me, some one will have to stay behind and tell every one how the great Frost died!"
"The shade will help me."
Carin stared at frost with his mouth agape. Frost didn't take any notice to it, or if he had he didn't care. Frost hefted his pack over his shoulder.
"I'll be back in a week or less. If all goes to plan, I'll come back with an army of monsters and legends."
Frost began to walk.but stopped when he heard cairn yell at him.
"Adryan, I hate to see you do this. But I can see that for the first time in a long time, you have your mind set on something. I'll make sure no one goes after Reta while you're out recruiting your monsters."
Cairn gave a sad smile. He waved to his brother as he watched him walk down the hill, turning back periodically to wave good bye to the gathering watchers.

Frost hadn't the slightest idea what he had really gotten into. He went over what he had taken with him again in his head. A bow, a breaker his sword some clothes about thirty arrows, ten shakers, three bags of breaker bolts, two weeks of food ration, two pairs of boots plus the ones he's wearing, his bag, a heavier cloak. He seemed like he was ready, considering that wasn't even everything.
Frost had been walking for hours now. And he was only ...
"Half way there frost, you can make it, you're seventeen and a ranger a few miles should not have you winded."
Of course I a mere week or so he had been beaten to a pulp and shot with an arrow, so his windedness was relatively explained.
Frost then began to wonder some thing. What if these legends and monster don't listen to him? What if they kill him? Then what?
"Snap out of it frost!" He had to yell him self out of his pessimistic view.
The rest of the walk was un eventful. Frost had nothing to think about aside from how the very earth around the city was dead. The ground became grey and cracked and the trees stood as dead sentinels for the city. This place was well and truly deceased. But the earth was not what worried frost. The city loomed like the maw of some beast. Awaiting for frost to step in so it could swallow him whole as it waited for more bodies. A strange fog lolled in and out of the beast like the city was breathing. But the sight wasn't what terrified frost it was the noise. It would be silent as a dead man, then the dead man would let out a shout somewhere deep in the beast he had been devoured by.
"I hope this works." Frost muttered to himself.
The young ranger drew his sword and kept his hand lowered to his side. He took a deep breath of stale air as the ranger stepped through the city's gate. The fog was thicker than a giants chest plate. Frost could barely see where he was going. He walked in a straight line, slowly and carefully. He made sure he made no noise keeping his sword from dragging and his feet from falling to loudly. He had his hand on a building to his right to guide him. And as terrified as he was, frost couldn't help but feel...exilerated... He was in the home of his ancestors. The great city. He wondered who had lived in this ancient building. Frost stopped suddenly. He thought he saw something. But only for a fleeting second. A black sillohette of...something. He was frozen in terror. Frost moved slowly away from the building holding his sword out in front of him. He stood in the spot for what seemed like hours. Waiting...nothing, his mind was playing tricks on hims his nerves were shot. That was it. Frost kept his sword drawn still. Frost began to walk again. Frost's heart was beating like a war drum. It was one of the only things he heard constantly, not even his foot falls sounded. Frost's eyes were starting to adjust to the fog. He could see further ahead now. But what he saw he wished he hadn't. Bodies, old dead skeletons littered the street in front of him...markers to a battle. The husk of a giant was slumped against a building. His arm had been torn from his body and laid near by. Frost assumed that the bodies around the once mighty warrior had been ferals. Since they were literally ripped to shreds. Even though the giant had been dead for years frost felt he had to say something for the giant. Frost kneeled by the armor of the giant.
"I'm sorry you had to die like that. And I know you can't hear me now, and I never knew who you were, but thank you for the sacrifice you made. What ever it means."
Frost patted the giants shoulder in respect of the giants sacrifice. Then frost heard something, not a shout or a moan...he heard...breathing. Frost spun on his heels holding his sword so tight his knuckles cracked. A man stood ten feet away from frost, a slight hunch in his posture. Both of his arms were held awa from his sides with his hands held open. A clawed cestus on each hand. A heavy faded cloak hung tattered around the mans shoulders and head. A black cloth was around his mouth and nose, yet his breathing was deep and heavy. Two orange eyes peaked from under the hood like fires in the night.
Frost knew what thing was.
"...shade..."

OOC: You don't Brutus, you just stay at that level. I think I'll continue my lore bombs on Venezzia tommorow, a nice hustling bustling city to contrast Brutus' necropolis.

Okay, sorry I haven't been on in awhile. Basically, the day before my birthday, my laptop, Ray Ban's, and Kindle all got smashed. So, I'm typing on a secondary laptop that's not mine. Therefore, I haven't had any ability to post on these forums. And damn, I missed Post 1000. Dibs on 10,000.

//OOC: I am waiting for Xavier to talk about his and Fate's motives as well, and, frankly, wouldn't mind Sandromin replying to Nexhawk addressing him. But he told us about the problems with the tech, so I would naturally expect a break between his posts right now. I'll do my best, though, to continue Faroxum's narration at the mean time. //End of OOC\\

OOC: I love how we keep each other going. I'll admit right here, if I were writing a story of such magnitude alone, I would've given up a long time ago.

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Conyr struggled as he was dragged closer and closer to the pot, which now loomed over his vision as if it were a malevolent king, hissing and spitting at its unworthy subjects. The single torch held by the dwarf girl - for Conyr seemed to think she was fairly young, however crazy she was- combined with the roaring blaze under the cauldron cast eerie, dancing light and equally fluid shadows over the large cave the logipriest now found himself in.

The strange creature dragging him, which looked like a scrawny monkey with a strange, wolfish face and completely black eyes, stopped before its back touched the pot and looked at the dwarf, supposedly for further instructions. Conyr was panting hard, trying to fill his lungs with the warm, moist air but never feeling as if a breath was enough. The cauldron boiled on, imperiously disregarding the logipriest's fear and inner turmoil.

"Please..." Conyr's voice was still raspy from thirst, and it occurred to him that it was cruel irony that he was probably going to die in a pot of water.

"Oh, listen! Listen, Raveral, listen, Raveria. The green one speaks! What have you to say, little green food?"

"I don't taste good."

The dwarf laughed, laughed so hard the creature on her shoulder clutched her neck in surprise as she tossed her head back. For a solid minute, she guffawed until, managing to stifle the mirth to a hearty chuckle, she wiped the tears from her eyes. Then as suddenly as she had started laughing, her expression changed into a demented mask, her eyes boring holes into Conyr, striking fear into his heart.

She stared at Conyr for another long minute, until the fear subsided and Conyr was feeling more puzzled than alarmed. Then she looked away, crooning to her monkeys, who were jumping around her in circles, screeching softly back at her. Then they stopped, and all three turned towards Conyr.

"We have come, hehehe, to a-" and she couldn't contain herself, and suddenly she was laughing again. Then she stopped. Then she turned back to Conyr. "An AGREEMENT!"

Conyr flinched in his bonds at the resounding boom of her voice.

"We won't eat you."

Conyr could barely contain a sigh of relief, and suddenly he felt the air feel cooler and easier to inhale.

"But we will eat your friend. You can join us if you like."

And with that, she walked out, back into the tunnel towards Hakyi, her monkeys in tow. Conyr was left staring at their receding backs, horrorstruck.

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agreed, this thing needs to be killed

I agree

So, is Xavier going to have some lvl80 wizard powers when he wakes up?

I agree

Stop your whining. It's a damn game if you don't like then ignore it.