Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Nov 14, 2011 13:09:28 GMT -6
Artie fell face first into the sand, he slowly stood up and shook his head and looked around at the rest of the group. Torak and Azrael had managed to land on both of their feet...so did Faro and Sayo. Eldrin was still knocked out cold on the ground
Artie started to stand up and he took a look at his surroundings. "We're in the Haunted Wasteland...but...why.."Azrael wondered aloud.
Torak raised a hand and pointed south. "That is why, monk." He answered.
Artie and Azrael both followed Torak's finger to what laid ahead....Dragona.
They could see the orange and red sky that mixed with the blue of the Haunted Wasteland, the mountains covered the borders of Hyrule and Dragona and they could hear the roars of dragons and volcanos.
"I've got a bad feeling about this..." Azrael muttered.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Nov 15, 2011 21:10:46 GMT -6
"We'll be fine." Faro scoffed. "The air over there may be hellish, but Eldrin and I can absorb the heat. Not to mention it'll be a potent weapon against any resistance we encounter." He began walking toward the border without waiting for the others. "They won't be able to stop us, so let's get going."
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Nov 16, 2011 1:12:54 GMT -6
"If you set your mind on one thing then you will surely fail." Torak said to Faro and waited for the rest of the group to continue moving.
Artie moved forward with a determined look on his face and boldly stepped onto the firey plains of the land of the Dragons and turned around to wait for the rest of the group.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Nov 16, 2011 22:22:45 GMT -6
"It's not the only thing I'll be paying attention to, but that's a backwards notion regardless." Faro replied, standing next to Artie while absorbing heat.
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Nov 17, 2011 1:21:54 GMT -6
Artie looked at Faro and said "Do not underestimate Artof. He is more powerful than the demon you carry within you." He turned his head back towards the volcanic landscape as Torak and Azrael crossed the borders.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Nov 17, 2011 9:24:15 GMT -6
"Artof won't involve himself in this, he doesn't care about his son, and Oarashi has been exposed. Trust me when I say we're doing him a favor. As for the politics, we're here of own accord Ganon and the King will just deny everything." Faro explained as the others reached them. "No war. At least not yet. Does anyone know where we're going?"
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Nov 17, 2011 12:40:59 GMT -6
"He may not see this as a chance to protect his son...but as an attack on his land...and if we manage to get deep enough...he will involve himself in our rescue of Lien."Azrael stepped in.
"Enough. We will only be causing chaos amongst ourselves." Torak spoke up.
"I've been here before...and as a wolf...I believe I can find where Artof has Lien." Artie suggested.
"Then lead the way, hero." Torak said, nodding.
Artie returned the nod and transformed into a wolf.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Nov 17, 2011 22:35:16 GMT -6
Faro wanted to say that Artof didn't consider them a threat, but he was done arguing. As he followed the wolf boy, wind blew toward him as he absorbed the heat from the air.
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Nov 21, 2011 2:35:22 GMT -6
However, as the group ventured farther into the Dragona Country, what was thought to be the roars of Dragons turn out to be the heated volcanic winds howling through the jagged brimstone and rocks of the canyons and mountains, carrying the resonating echo of a thriving time gone by.
The blazing red and orange sky over head wasn't quite as welcoming, but it added to sense that this whole land was virtually deserted, neither one living soul nor fauna could be seen. Tiny, and poorly wooden villages spotted the mountain side every other acre or so, but no one was about and the buildings seem to be dilapidated. The red skies soon started to take on a deeper red hue as the crimson sun slowly started to set into the horizon, ready to bring upon the empty and heated land with a freezing night as cold as the frozen tundra.
******************************************* Slowly, Lien started to come to as he groaned. His body ached as though he was thrown off a cliff, his muscles screaming in protest and refusing to move when the young boy tried to push himself up. He gasped a staggering breath before coughing up some blood. Was he bleeding internally?
Injured or not, Lien still dragged his broken body from the center of the dark and humid dungeon cell to the closet wall he could see in front of him. His gloved fingers digging into the groove of the brick tiles and hauling himself forward towards the darker shadows until finally he made. With an agonizing groan, the boy sat himself up and slumped against the wall, tilting his head back and grimaced as he staggered his breathing again. His lungs ached as he tried to take a breath in, refusing the young boy to clear out the hot and used up air lingering in his lungs.
Focusing on breathing, Lien finally managed to exhale the air from his lungs and took a long and ragged breath in, then exhaled slowly again. Laying his head into the corner of the room to rest, his squinted eyelids relaxed as his thoughts went numb. He couldn’t remember what had happened after he saw that Oarashi betrayed him and revealed himself as a spy for Artof, but nonetheless, he knew that he was held in his old home in Dragona as a hostage.
And quite frankly, Lien didn’t care now what was to become of him, he was just too damn tired to care about even living.
Then a distant click echoed down the hallway, bringing Lien from his subconscious state to listen to the sound. Instead of slow and heavy footsteps, it was light and quick paced, so fast the gait was, the boots were even dragging along the ground. “What do you want you traitor?” Lien wheezed as he heard the footsteps stop just outside of his cell. Not bothering to open his eyes, he already knew who the stare he felt on him belonged to.
Oarashi said nothing, taking out a key from his pocket and then unlocked the iron cell door to Lien’s cell. The sea dragon knelt beside the badly wounded prince and cautiously placed a hand on his forehead to feel for a fever. The young boy didn’t even attempt to move, clearly he was barely conscious, but didn’t have the strength to even open his eyes.
The sea dragon quickly tucked away his key and produced a glass vial of a crimson liquid. Uncorking the bottle, Oarashi held Lien’s dirty head gently in his free hand as he turned his head to make his jaw open slightly and poured the medicine inside his mouth.
The refreshingly cool drink dampen Lien’s dry mouth, then felt a cooling sensation as the magic of the medicine pulsed through his aching veins, relieving the pain off his muscles and repaired the ribs and lungs he had broken from the fierce duel with Reimuno in the graveyard. He felt like he was coming to life, being reborn as energy finally filled him enough to sit up on his own.
“Better now?” Oarashi finally asked, watching Lien cough up the last speck of blood from his lungs.
“Yeah, a lot. . . but, why? I don’t understand.”
The young Sea Dragon gave Lien a melancholy smile as he handed the now stunned prince back his confiscated diamond sword and dagger. “I know we both got off the wrong foot, but I’m not Artof’s spy. . .”
The young dark dragon prince gazed at the sheathed weaponry in Oarashi’s hands and looked back up at his face. His face really was telling the truth, but Lien still couldn’t understand why Oarashi claimed that he wasn’t his father’s spy.
Then it dawned on him.
“Wait, you’re a double spy aren’t you?” He nodded. “You were intending to spy on my dad this whole time by pretending to work for him didn’t you?”
“Exactly, now please my young Prince,”Oarashi murmured, helping him to his feet. “We must go now before Artof realizes that I’m missing from my bed chambers. And fast.”
Lien couldn’t agree more. Strapping on his blades to his belt, Lien quickly followed the young sea dragon up the still dark hallway and into the castle’s main and empty hallway. Passing by the opened windows, Lien could see the sky had fully went from red to being a dark navy blue and the freezing air blew inside the warm building to cool it down.
Then he frowned. Oarashi was a sea dragon and their race had no resilience to harsh cold weathers, especially something as cold as the Dragona night air. He knew then that this escape was not going to be easy, but still they had to try.
Somehow.
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Nov 22, 2011 0:56:42 GMT -6
Artie's head rose as the sun started to decline.
He turned around to face the group and said "We need to find some place to camp for the night...somewhere warm."
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Post by Faro/Blade on Nov 23, 2011 21:36:33 GMT -6
"With all the heat I've gathered up, that could be just about anywhere." Faro said, looking around for shelter. That said, we should probably try to find something safe from rain. They don't happen often, but desert rainstorms can be deadly."
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Nov 23, 2011 23:53:31 GMT -6
Artie nodded and started to sniff around.
"There's a cave about 200 yards to my right...I don't know if it's home to any dragons..."
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Nov 23, 2011 23:56:50 GMT -6
Just a little ways off, there stood a figure on top of a rock formation bearing down on the tiny group that tried to venture as far as they could towards the Fortress. Not waiting for them to approach, he jumped gracefully off the pinnicle of the stones and landed before them. He was apparently a Dark Dragonian, his glowing crimson eyes watching the group in front of him. "Here to save Young Lien are we? Don't worry, I'm not here to stop you rather I'm here to get you to him."
************************************************ In the darkness of his study, Artof stood watching the crystal orb he had sitting atop an obsidian pedestal. Unbeknownst to Oarashi and Lien, he had been watching the young dragon carefully ever since they had came back to the fortress. He frowned as he watched Oarashi and Lien both trying to fight off the guards he had sent to restrain them, but with the accursed diamond sword with Lien, the men knew to stay back to avoid being slain by the weapon.
He frowned even more as he watched from the corner of his eye Reimuno watching the orb in disbelief. The dragon king could tell from his expression that he was heart broken and betrayed by the fact that his mate had turned not only against Dragona, but turned against himself. “Well, it seems that I should have killed the damn prisoner when I had the chance instead of admiring his skill in battle.” Artof murmured, turning away from the orb to walk over to an overflowing jewelry box filled with rubies, diamonds and golden rupees cascading even off the table and to the floor.
Atop the treasure mound, there laid a simple pendant with a leather cord tied to it. In the center of the Silver pendant there was a glow azure gem set into the metal, glowing as though it had the very soul of a phantom creature inside of it. Lifting the pendant up, he turned towards Reimuno. “Seize my damn son, and if the curse Sea Dragon isn’t dead, Kill him.” With that, he threw Oarashi’s Life Stone pendant to the floor gem first.
And smashed the sapphire brutally with a stomp of his foot until the stone turned a near death black color and the pieces of the precious stone lay shattered on the floor.
******************************************* Managing to elude the guards, Oarashi and Lien barely made it around the corridor into the main hallway. The giant, double doors leading to their escape looming just ahead, Lien started to pick up the pace as he started to rush down the dusty grand staircase towards the door.
Suddenly, extreme agony ripped through Oarashi, making him gasp as it felt like as though his very soul was being torn in half. The sea chief staggered then fell head over heels down the stone staircase, past a horrified Lien before slamming motionless into the cold tile below, broken and bloodied.
“Oarashi!” Lien cried out, rushing down the final steps and slid to his knees at Oarashi’s side, panic rushing through him since Lien knew that the guards are barely coming to capture them. “Oarashi! Wake up, Wake Up!”
The Sea chief lay there a bit longer, the white pain of his soul dying still throbbed throughout his body, so intense was the pain he couldn’t feel the broken bones and bruises he sustained from falling down the stairs nor the dagger that had gashed his side deeply when he accidentally landed on it. Barely hearing Lien’s echoing voice, all Oarashi wanted to do was to just die and end his agony.
“Go,” he coughed, wheezing as he could barely stand to breathe. “Please my . . . . prince. . . I will . . . . die . . . for treason anyway. . . .” he trailed off as his consciousness started to slip from his grasp.
Lien watched his friend helplessly starting to die, then grabbed a handful of the sea dragon’s assassin cloak and held it firmly, as though hoping he could hold on to Oarashi’s soul. “No. . . No, I’m not leaving you here dammit. Not without you.”
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Post by Faro/Blade on Nov 24, 2011 20:21:05 GMT -6
Faro began pooling the stored heat into his arms as the dark dragon approached them. "What's the catch?" Faro asked, scanning the ridge for others.
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Nov 25, 2011 4:02:02 GMT -6
"There is none and if we don't hurry, I fear that Lien is going to die knowing him." the dark Dragon replied, noticing Faro taking on a defensive stance.
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