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| Topic Started: Sat Jan 8, 2011 11:34 pm (302 Views) | |
| AD. | Sat Jan 8, 2011 11:34 pm Post #1 |
 
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AD was walking pointedly down a path that she could tell was slowly turning to mush. She kept trying to follow it though. Finally, she stopped and sighed. She gave a shrug, settling her makeshift pack on both sholders before looking about for perhaps what she was looking for. A small group of about 5 people; two children, their parents, and a grandmother; had begged her help in recovering some items of theirs that had been lost in the swamp along what had once been a road. They had been traveling late at night with a larger gorup of people, and had been lucky enough to make it to the other side that night. Not everyone had according to their tale. A large chest, an old footlocker, belonging to the grandmother had fallen from their wagon when they were forced over uneven ground or perhaps when they swerved to avoid a tree. What ever it was, many items had been lost. The ones they wished her to recover were in this chest though. There was a fine leather bag with sewing on it and a bunch of stones in it, a necklace with three stones in it that looks like Autumn leaves, and a small oak box with trinkets in it that the grandmother wanted very much. In exchange for these items, they were going to let her go with them to the Academy of Magic. There she was hoping to be able to find the cause of her inability to recall who and what she is. Besides for the muck, it didn't sound like too bad of a deal. A large wooden chest shouldn't be too hard to find, right? Looking around, she started to second guess herself. This was the right spot, wasn't it? Shouldn't there be tracks of some kind if wagons cane through here? She frowned and, with nothing else to go on, started picking her way through the marsh in the least squishy way possible. |
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| Vernon | Fri Jan 14, 2011 3:58 am Post #2 |
 
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Vernon was displeased. Fools had dared to pass through HIS marsh in a large group and still managed to get a fair share of Survivors! Most of his rage was vented onto Algernon, the smartest of the rabble, but Vernon did water the surrounding vegetation with the blood of unlucky denizens of the Marsh, wrung out with Vernon’s own claws. Eventually Vernon cooled down enough to tend to what was left over from the massacre of the travelers. There were a number of bodies, though some were no doubt missing, and all of the bodies had been munched on by a number of creatures big and small. The travelers had armed guards with them it appeared, but they were obviously not adequate to take on the marsh itself, let alone Vernon. Vernon was unsurprised to find no bodies of children despite seeing evidence that children were amongst the group. That was probably also the reason why there had been so many left surviving the incident. There had been three wagons along with several people on foot. Vernon could see the remnants of one of the wagons that had been smashed to bits, likely Algernon’s doing. A bit of the second wagon could be seen sticking out of the Marsh. The third had gotten away, but dropped a number of things on their way out. He followed the tracks curious to see what he could find. Bits of found, already ransacked by rodents, clothes soiled with the filth of the marsh, and a strange large chest. What rested inside? Was it a clue to the where about of those who defiled his marsh by entering and more importantly leaving uninvited? One thing was for sure, it was property of the Master of the Marsh now. Vernon kicked the lid and found the chest to be locked. Vernon dug around for his solution to the simple problem as a familiar scent neared. She had been close by for a while, but Vernon had been too preoccupied to notice earlier. |
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| AD. | Fri Jan 14, 2011 6:13 pm Post #3 |
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The swamp smelled. It not only smelled of plant decay, but animal as well. She smelled something that wasn't quite rotten, but definitely death lingered here. Her hand closed around her dagger. Was what had caused it still near? She wrinkled her noise and tried to find the dead body here somewhere. She saw it then. Part of a wagon. One of the not so lucky ones. She stepped into the water carefully seeking traction where she could find it. Carefully she reached what was left of the wagon and glanced back. Her own path was gone, soaked up by the water of the swamp. That explained the lack of wagon tracks. Turning her attention to the wagon's remains. she saw a body part. An arm that didn't seem to have any other part of the body attached. She rolled her eyes and hopped up on the wagon. She got to the highest spot above the water and looked around. The ground would give her no clues. Her eyes went to the trees and vines. Broken ones would show the path. She tried to find a path, but it was not easy. Many wagons meant many paths. This was going to be a pain. The smell was annoying enough on it's own, but to follow a mad rampage through this? Perhaps it wasn't worth the ride. She could say she didn't find it. No, she should at least look. From the looks of it, fear had killed most of them. Running full speed through this mess? It was idiotic. Sure, one small group made it, but how many died doing it? Wouldn't it have been better to go around instead of through something they feared? She then saw what looked like a figure hunched over and wrapped in a fur cloak. Though, it could be an animal. Dead bodies attracted scavengers after all. She leaned over the rail on the side of the wagon. "Hey. What are you doing?" She called out in hopes of finding out if it was a person or not. |
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| Vernon | Fri Jan 14, 2011 7:11 pm Post #4 |
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Vernon had heard of her amnesia when he had visited the guild. Chaos and Nike knew, but seemed to neither desire to aid Aether Draka, nor take advantage of the situation in some manner. Vernon couldn’t blame them on the former and with no one left in the guild there wasn’t a great chance at the later. Vernon disliked the idea of tracking her down to do anything, but she had come right on his doorstep, and stepped inside. Now it was just a matter of saying the right words, though that might be difficult or impossible in his present form. That was no doubt his biggest disadvantage and it seemed that it was already too late to remedy. If she was still in that state Vernon would be a little saddened that his unforgettable stench, had indeed been forgotten. Her words did not clearly indicated whether or not her memories were, back though Vernon suspected she would be more direct, if she had decided to visit him at all. “I could say the same of you Aether Draka. It’s so rare that you pay me a visit, but in your defense you did have a plethora of things to tend to as master of the guild,” Vernon said without turning as he pulled a green pellet from his pocket. He knew his words were a bit risky and his plan more so, but he needed to make sure she still couldn’t remember anything and if his crudely devised plan worked as he imagined there would long term effects after its completion. She had been far too soft and while Chaos seemed sufficiently contrasted if AD’s memories returned unaltered she would return to lead the guild with insidious soft policies. Owning up to the destruction of Taras was the best recruiting tool that could be asked for and Vernon gave it to Lynthear only for Aether Draka to throw it all away. |
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| AD. | Fri Jan 14, 2011 7:38 pm Post #5 |
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There was that name again. She frowned. Perhaps the girl from the city had known something... but rattling on like that? Did she know this stranger? What was this guild? What was he talking about? Confusion made her head swim and she felt her stomach turn. Death didn't seem to bother her, but the smell? She was glad she had not eaten much today. She hopped over the rail on the wagon to splash in the muck. She already had it all over her. A little more meant nothing. The side she had climbed had been in water up to her waist. On this side it barely reached her knees. A bit of a hill under the water. No doubt why the entire thing had not sunk. She couldn't see who it was, but the smell was stronger over here. Odd. "I don't know who you think I am, but I have no guild. Who is this Aether Draka? Why do you think I am her?" She had started her way towards him. Walking with a purpose, but slowed by the sludge of the swamp. She was demanding an answer and the tone was not strange to anyone who fount themselves being questioned by AD before. Something was off though. Something that only those closest to her would take note of. She was not being influenced by her demon or angel blood. The manifestation of those two was strangely absent. Her demonic traits, as well as the angelic, were gone from her features. She seemed to have somehow dropped all her other-worldly appearance. She looked... like a normal half elf. |
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| Vernon | Fri Jan 14, 2011 8:20 pm Post #6 |
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Good, that meant that the opportunity had not passed him, though it was strange that her own name was foreign to her. Perhaps she instead went by the nickname she seemed to favor. As she neared Vernon noticed a strange difference in her scent. Traces of her angelic and demonic origin had diminished a perplexing thought. It was not so different that she could even be family, yet it was different and Vernon knew not of how one would go about making such a change. In this state it was possible that she couldn’t even enter the guild and there was no hint as to whether that problem would be addressed with the return of her memories. Vernon mentally growled at the thought of wasting his time. “My nose knows and it is quite infallible,” Vernon said turning. Her appearance was also a bit off, concurring with what his nose had detected. “You are Aether Draka, or AD as you favored being called. It’s clear in your face, your scent, even the very way you move and speak. I was told you had amnesia, but I hadn’t thought it would be so bad that you would forget about the Divschatten, let alone your own name,” Vernon said shaking his head. “If you are not AD, then who do you think you are? You’ve obviously forgotten much, but the Master of the Marsh is Vernon, also know as, well of course me,” Vernon grinned toothily while rolling the green pellet before his thumb and forefinger before pointing to himself with his other hand. |
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| AD. | Fri Jan 14, 2011 8:41 pm Post #7 |
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She stopped when the figure turned. He wasn't human. What he was saying tugged at something. It felt like her heart... Almost absently her hand went to her wrist, where a large black stone no longer rested against her skin. The sick feeling in her stomach rose again. Something... She shook her head, trying to push the feeling away. Weather a man or best, he seemed to know enough. He didn't look to be confused. Not like the girl she had meet in the city. This was different. Different then that man in the inn as well. He had called her another name. But now, the same name twice? Onece from the strange girl and now here? "I don't have a name. Not yet anyways. The sages say I'm under a spell. I'm on my way to the Academy of Magic to learn more. I've been given the name Sarah to use. I don't use it. It feels wrong. What are you?" Her natural curiosity over came any other worries at the moment. In her mind she was still trying to catch up to the fact that she was talking, in a somehow normal fashion, with a rat that was bigger then she was. If he did know her, what was their relationship? Could he give her an answer? Could she trust it? Well, at the moment she had little choice. Traveling by foot was too long of a trip. They had told her that. She needed to get there sooner and not later. Finding that stupid box was her ticket out of here. Her ticket to an answer. But... what did he know? He was so sure about it. He had no doubt in his words. Different from the others. He had known the her before. She swallowed. Would she find something more useful here then some mages in a tower could tell her? If she had a Guild, shouldn't she know about it? |
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| Vernon | Fri Jan 14, 2011 9:41 pm Post #8 |
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How strange to deny a name when she knew not her own, particularly when it happened to be the right one. Vernon pondered the downsides to her travel to the academy of magic. To her own fortune it would seem she had made an attempt to mend bridges with the academy of magic, so there was less chance of harm, yet there was a chance of his work on her being undone for similar reasons. The prospect was bothersome, yet he had no choice. Vernon had no clue how to fix her memories and it seemed clear that more than a bump on her head was the cause. If Alice’s whereabouts where known she might be able to help instead, but she was not and that meant there was no one of use for the task at the guild. “I am Vernon, Master of the Marsh, Sovereign of the Sewers, and Lord of all Things Vile,” Vernon replied, shamelessly given his self-proclaimed titles. “Not to mention were creature of sorts,” Vernon said as his features reduced into the form of a Wild Elf, drawing away the source of the worst odor in the air. He suspected that was the answer she seeked and it also served as a chance to take a form that would leave a much better impression. “Be wary of the Academy of Magic. You are the leader of the Divischatten and are known to most as a violent and dangerous woman, a reputation you fought well to deserve. Those at the Academy may try to feed you lies in an attempt to turn you away from returning to the Divschatten or in an attempt to pacify your guild,” Vernon lied as he stepped away from the chest before flicking the pellet at the lock with his fingers. The shot was aimed such that the acid splashed down into the ground. Some droplets still managed fly his way, but not enough to be more than a nuisance. All he needed to do was to convince her that her true self was one of violence and destruction, if he succeeded there everything else would fall into place or at least that’s the way it played out in Vernon’s mind. |
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| AD. | Fri Jan 14, 2011 10:12 pm Post #9 |
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She blinked in surprise as he changed form and now looked like a human, or an elf, or whatever. So he could change into a beast? Interesting. The smell lessened. No doubt part of his rat form. To keep people away? She didn't know. She felt some tension across her shoulder-blades lesson. She hadn't realized it had been there until that point. Her eyes followed something he used. She frowned. Then why did that innkeeper think she was someone else? And the random shop owners who gave her odd looks. People who thought they knew her but were not really sure? "I came from Cascadia. People there thought I might be someone else. There was some dispute as to my name. They seemed confused. One even said he thought I might be part angel. I don't think they knew me as the leader of this Divshatten. Why was I not detained? There was word of this Divshatten in the city. I heard whispers. I heard about a city on the cost that had been destroyed by them was being rebuilt. Yet they didn't do a thing about my presence? In fact they aided me. They gave me a map and food and a solution. Can you explain that?" Aether Draka had never given away her secret of Celestial blood to Vernon. There was other ways it could be discovered of course. Her own spell had done this to her though. She had messed with things she didn't understand, things in her own blood. Her attempts to understand it had not gone far enough. She had cast that spell with misinformation. This was the cost. It wasn't that she couldn't remember, but that that part of her was, somehow, separated from her. Just as you can't read a book you can't see, or use a blade in another's hand, her own memories were simply not available. She needed a way to trust him. She wanted more proof then just his words. She however was not herself at the moment either. |
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| Vernon | Sat Jan 15, 2011 5:44 am Post #10 |
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Her reply annoyed him. Contradictions to his lie poked up their heads already, but the remedy to that was easy enough, stream out more lies. It was true that she did indeed have Celestial blood, but he desired to keep that knowledge stowed away as long as possible just to make sure it didn’t make her too mushy. “Cascacdia has a history of forgetting history and confusing demons with angels. They are party-animals that let life past them by. The incident with Taras occurred two years ago. If you heard whispers of Taras’ destruction it is only because reminded them of it. I can’t say why you we’re detained. Maybe it was fear though it was probably mostly ignorance. In their defense I must say you look slightly different and lack your combat gear. The former and your amnesia might be due to celestian related magic, but I’m an expert on the physical world, not the mental one,” Vernon replied, surprised that so much of the truth supported his lies. “If we consider that they knew who you were and lead you through my marsh, then it is quite possible they were looking for you to hopefully die here like so many uninvited guests. My affiliation with the Divschatten is not yet readily known outside of the guild. Were you not Aether Draka chances are likely that my pets would have made short work of you as they did with this caravan, that is of course unless I chose to deal with you myself,” Vernon added after a few moments of contemplation and before kicking open the chest. There was nothing but useless memoirs by the look of it. “In any case, I assure you it will be different with the Academy of magic. They know well the details of the world, they will know without a doubt who you are, and they know what you will be able to do once ‘cured’. I should probably go with you with you, in fact your journey will be quicker if we take the sleigh and the guild has waited too long for your return as stands,” Vernon said as he turned back to AD. He’d let the denizens play around with the box, they liked bringing useless items into their nests. Vernon put his fingers to his mouth and whistled. A flurry of beating wings could be heard in the distance. It wouldn't be long before the Bat-driven sleigh arrived. |
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| AD. | Sat Jan 15, 2011 6:16 am Post #11 |
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AD's attention was brought to the trunk. She saw Vernon showed no interest in it. She hadn't noticed it before, mostly because she wasn't looking for it. She decided she would snag the items that were requested to be retrieved anyways. That way, if he was wrong about them trying to get rid of her, she would have still managed to finish her task. If he was right, she might just keep them out of spite. Either way it sounded like a good plan to her. "What type of sleigh could take us through here?" She asked, looking around at the murky swamp. Somehow she was sure sleighs needed snow or something. She didn't know for sure either way though. She was actually feeling rather defeated at this point, but it didn't really show. She thought she had tripped him up. But he had an answer for her. Now she was the one who didn't feel so sure about her own plans. She frowned in thought and shrugged off her pack, snagging the items from the trunk and shoving them in her bag. She was really starting to dislike people. Vernon seemed to know her though. He knew a lot. Too much fit. Did that make him a friend or a foe though? But he was willing to help her get where she wanted to go. She sighed. She would have to go with him. There was no question there. Once at the Acadamy, she would figure it out. If they couldn't help her or tried something, at least she had an ally with her. If not... She would know one way or the other then, wouldn't she? |
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| Vernon | Sun Jan 16, 2011 4:29 am Post #12 |
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The question was valid, but amusing at the same time. It was not often that he thought about any sleigh but his own, in fact it probably never occurred. Given that the question was not followed by any personal questions or further contradictions it seemed that he had gotten through the first stage. Now all that was left was to get her fixed without lessening his influence. “The master of the Marsh should only have the best means of getting around, and not everyone knows about the best,” Vernon laughed. Vernon finished his jovial outburst as the green sleigh zoomed in and slowed to a stop before them. Beneath the sleigh the bats hovered in place, a rare ability amongst flying creatures, and between the two was naught but a cushion of air. Cleaned only occasional by rains and dips in the marsh, the Spore, as Vernon called it, was both filthy and odorous. A discomfort for her, but not he could or would bother to tend to. Besides she could stand to smell the lovely aroma in exchange for a quick ride to the Academy. Once they were done there they could return to the guild and move on to putting more bite into her attitude. That was the optimistic plan at least. Vernon tried to ignore how those had seemed to fail him of late, especially in what mattered the most. “Come on, don’t worry it doesn’t bite,” Vernon grinned as he jumped into the front seat. There were no reigns or any other sign of means of control. He waited for her compliance, then he would issue the order to take off in animalistic growl. It was unneeded, but Vernon liked to give the command himself rather than leave the job to Mitz. Edited by Vernon, Mon Jan 17, 2011 3:55 am.
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| AD. | Sun Jan 16, 2011 5:10 am Post #13 |
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She wrinkled her noise at the thing that approached. She would have never even thought of it as a vehicle at all. That was when she decided that she would rather walk. If he wanted to come with her, he could follow. This. this was just to much and she felt ill to her stomach again. Odd that dismembered body parts didn't seem to effect her but a smell did. She shook her head and turned away from him. She settled her bag back on her shoulders and sloshed through the mire. There had been a clear stream. A spring from the looks of it. It was only a short walk from the wagon and the people who promised to give her a ride. She would go there and wash off as much of the smell as she could. Then she would get her ride. She didn't care what this Vernon thought was helping her. Traveling in something like that was not going to happen. She wasn't sure how she had traveled places before, but she doubted it was anything like that. She tasted something sharp and bitter in the back of her throat. "I am not riding that." She said as she walked away. She passed a rat chewing on what had once been someone's head. She stopped when she saw it. She felt no fear or aversion to it. Vernon may be right, about who and what she was. However, she had the feeling she had never visited him here before. The smell of rotting... decay... it was too much. She pressed forward again, not looking back to see what the man's reaction was. It wasn't long before she saw solid ground again. This was all too much information. It was too fast. She couldn't keep up with it. She needed a moment. Time to think and resort out what it was she was trying to do. If they really were trying to get her killed though... what would they do when they saw her return? Would they try to kill her? Or was this a plan to get rid of her before having to have the Academy do it? Would they owe the Academy then? was that why... was the smell following her? |
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| Vernon | Mon Jan 17, 2011 3:54 am Post #14 |
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“So picky,” Vernon moaned as he rolled his eyes. What a Drama queen? She barely had any memories at all; shouldn’t that have made her less picky? He certainly wasn’t about to go there on foot, It was a long bothersome way. He wasn’t doing much with his time, but the idea of wasting so much time and energy in such a dull fashion was revolting. There was one last solution available. Vernon snapped his fingers after a short archaic phrase and green light flared up in front of AD before quickly condensing into a large dark form before her. It was a giant back large enough to ride and turned away from AD so that she could stop being such a drama queen climb on its back. The bat was on the ground, supporting itself in a strange sort of standing stance with its wing. She couldn’t complain now, the summon was devoid of the stench of anything Vernon personally raised. Sure the beast had its flaws, but the diseases it carried were beyond her means of detection and luckily for her not contractible by her. “You can grab on or if you like he’ll carry you,” Vernon noted non-nonchalantly as he leaned back and propped his on the top of sleigh. There wasn't much hint of whether it was an offer or a threat. Vernon contemplated the idea of taking her even if she shoes to be picky about that too. Her memories probably contained the means to appropriately defend herself and if it was all done with her in mind then she probably wouldn’t look back on the encounter badly when she regained her memories. |
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| AD. | Sun Jan 30, 2011 1:37 am Post #15 |
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She was jerked out of her thoughts by the appearance of a large creature. She looked at in confusion for a moment, trying to figure out what it was. She heard Vernon's words, but it didn't quite make sense... She blinked and circled the creature. A large bat? Well, it didn't make her stomach turn. She still really wanted to get the grime off her, but she could probably do that at the Academy, right? She decided she would rather hold on to the large bat then the other way around though... it could let go of her whenever it wanted. If she held on, it was her own falt if she let go. She looked over at Vernon then. He seemed to not really care one way or the other... "What about the people who made it through here though? They are camped just out of sight from the swamp." |
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