Elysium

[Cyril]

"You haven't said a word.... Someone who introduced himself in such a bubbly manner should at least be consistent."
Nicholas kept his gaze on the sun; his ability now showing him useless glimpses of various lynxes that may or may not be him doing many things. A bit disgruntled and pained, Nicholas sat by the water, a hand resting upon his left temple while his right hand made small ripples in the water; making ripples in the meaningless things he saw through his ability on the water. He sighed tiredly and shut his eyes; managing to drink in a clumsy way, using his hands at first and then getting some water on his cloak.
"Perhaps the news may not be nice, but knowing the destiny of the path is more of a pain.... To be cryptic, the journey is going to have costs, I just don't know all of them.. Think of ignorance as a bit of bliss, and enjoy yourself. Maybe I can find someone else, but I've only links to one other of the five. But I'm sure eventually, we'll come together.... Fate commands so." He chuckled a bit darkly, "You know, even I didn't know I'd be removed from Elysium."

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

     To hell with fate, Enigir thought as he set himself down and peeked under a few rocks. A fairly sizeable lizard peeked out and he snatched at it, just barely grabbing its tail. He was still lost in thought as he killed it with a sharp blow to its tiny head and continued in his scavenger hunt. He found two more lizards. Each was smaller than the last. Eventually he scanned the water but there was nothing of interest in it save the almost blank Seer who was gazing at it whilst swatting at the surface. Was he preoccupied with more Sight? Enigir was desperately thinking now, his thoughts wildly out of control.
     He meditated as he gutted and skinned his catches. The white wolf roasted them on a small fire he created with his limited reserves of power. Once the Flame-Lightening Arc spell cooked the catches he poked Nicholas' shoulder gently and almost shyly proffered the cooked treats. It was barely a meal for one. Without so much as a word Enigir sank into the pond's depths and embraced the cool and the wet. Night was a little ways off so his bath wouldn't see him freeze so long as he didn't take too long.
     The Ex-Shosius stared at the Seer. He wondered and prayed.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono, already noting the clouds coming in, moved his 3-piece throne of stone to a not-too-distant clearing. From there he brandished his walking staff and held it like an oversized baton, directing the sod and stone into forming a stalim, complete with a slate cylinder for a door. He then lowered his stones so that he could quickly hop off his hastily crafted chair and escape the brunt of the downpour.  While doing so, he changed the roof to consist of stone held up by various poles of bedrock so the structure would not collapse under it's own mass.


It was a truly humble hovel, but this Tere'nus would not be content with such a home for long. A grand design was in place, and this spot was just the seed he needed to start his rise from exile to King.

[Rayleonarde]

As Xerxes marched along, behind the fox, he realized just how bad of condition his body was in.  As he watched Jogete crest the next hill, he felt his knee buckle, and Xerxes collapsed.  The cigarette rolled down the hill, and burnt out.  He weakly attempted to crawl up, but the weight of his pack was too much.  Xerxes watched as the ground he traversed slid back out in front of him, and as the world grew dark.  He knew, in his mind, that he couldn't march all the way to whatever god-forsaken village this fox had lead towards.  Panting, he accosted the fox. "Friend?  I cannot travel any further...I need to stop..."  Xerxes looked about from his elevated position, and saw both the newly constructed hovel, and the fire near the water.  As he watched the fox scan the horizon, he shrugged, and waved him off.  "Be on your wild goose chase, friend.  I apologize, but wish you good fortunes in the future!" Xerxes, with his conscience beating itself for allowing his will to break so easily, stumbled back towards the water.  "Maybe these exiles will have a better plan than the fox's.  I'm not one for wild goose chases, nor am I willing to follow a stranger into the greater unknown...not without some assurance."  Xerxes hoped and prayed that this group would allow another into their midst.

[Adrian_Kruezotter]

Adrian could only think in his mind: What fools are these that are banished alongside myself? I myself being but a fool in this realm... the rain... rain... it feels good. Such cool liquid upon my body... not like blood. The stomach of the huge reptile made a sound like that of metal being wrought. Hunger... should I go for the nearest prey or easiest? Or shall I continue my patience? Soon... soon I will feast within those walls again... or perhaps I shall find another place. Hungry... always hungry... yet I wish for peace... but my urges are overwhelming. [/i]He could only wander into thought, peace versus satisfaction, one of the many factors in his life causing such an unstable mentality. Within his mind's eye, he could see Chrono, though faintly, and even fainter, he could smell some of the other sinners in the wind.

[Cyril]

The lynx sighed and fell back with a grumble, quickly getting up again after a bit of water. He reopened his eyes and looked to the sun; the visions had finally halted, for now. The position of the sun read about 6 o'clock in the evening, not that Spiritius new. He lowered his magic cloak over his forehead and turned to Enigir.
"Silence isn't something I'm fond of, but then again there was always noise in my area." His gold eyes focused a bit on Enigir, then looked away towards the other part of the cliff, which lead to be a forested area. A few visions had showed him the Terra'nus' impact upon the city's walls in the past. A few visions showed him the beginning of a similar construct in the familiar forest.
"If you're going to say nothing, we might as well find the next ones, before another fate claims them." He began to walk towards the forest, eyes set forward.

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

     Enigir snapped his head up and glared with furious eyes at the seer.
[bbcode color/skyblue] "'Before fate claims them?' What do you mean fate, seer!? That ultimately nothing ends like we want it to!? Why the hell would you say that - why would you SAY that!? Can't I at least have the unfortunate surprise of finding out myself!?" [/color]
Enigir stopped and stared at the temporarily dumbfounded seer. He realised what he had just done and put on an uneasy grin.
     [bbcode color/skyblue] "I'm sorry, I...I'm hungry. And this past few days - going through the Elysium banishment system then being stuck out here...it's been tougher than I thought it'd be. I've got so many questions and...I'm sorry." [/color] Enigir collapsed in an ashamed heap on the ground. He remembered the approaching cold and used his magic to start a fire by him and his wet belongings. He didn't know what the seer knew and that combined with so many questions had set the wolf unprecedentedly on edge. He wanted to communicate this but he had nothing left but his shame - why had he lashed out like that? He knew but...in his guilt he had to ask. He gazed piteously up at the seer. That cool gaze met his. Did it ever change? Was there fire or ice behind those eyes?
     It shouldn't matter, Enigir decided. The future mattered. Damned if any half-baked hallucinations were going to ruin his future. The white wolf lightly hugged himself.
     [bbcode color/skyblue] "Spiritus...? I...I'm glad you're feeling better." [/color]

[Adrian_Kruezotter]

It had felt like hours. Adrian now stood in front of the first tree he had reached. Beyond that... forest. He was pleased. Here he could calm his mind, deciding what to do for the future: Would he stay? Or would he try to get back to the city? But he soon started to realize something... delicious. People would generally be attracted to this shade and cool air in a place like this. And he knew that there have been plenty of sinners before out here. He wouldn't have to do much work.  Food will come to me... soon enough.....

[Rayleonarde]

As the sun went low, Xerxes became worried.  As the light died, and night approached, he panicked.  Throwing all caution to the four winds, his fear lending speed to his weary limbs, Xerxes sprinted the last few yards, collapsing within the light of the white fox Enigir's small camp fire. He lay there for a few moments, panting heavily, his fear pertinent. He looked between Enigir, and the seer Nicholas, and back again, waiting for their reaction.  Xerxes breathing slowed to a slightly more normal pace, as the panic died away.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

During the shower over his humble lodging, Chrono crafted a bed by mixing together mud and pete and spurring on the growth of moss and grass using some seeds he had gently extracted from the grass above and around his hovel. Once the bed's softness was acceptable, he crafted a stairwell underneath his footing. While descending, he seperated the bed into small enough pieces to follow after him, but large enough to be easily put back together once he'd reached an acceptable altitude.


After about 100 feet of decension, he hollowed out a dome in the rock and soil around him, and remade his bed in that area, Once it was complete, Chrono believed a nap was in order to regain all of the energy he spent in making himself a new home.

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

     Enigir turned to Xerxes as he approached and froze. Was he a threat or another mouth to feed? Feed...food...
     Enigir's stomach gurgled and he clutched at it. He moaned piteously and as he did so found an opportune reason to have a hand near his sword. Physical battle would at this point exact a lower and slower toll than casting.
     "Spiritus, stranger ahead," Enigir said quietly in case the seer was unawares. The wind blew the wolf's fur and the definite coolness of it indicated that he might need to use a fire-imbued lightening arc spell. That was energy out of the bank already.
     "What do you want?" Enigir asked as he slipped a hand down the leg of his pants where his sword sheath lay concealed. He angled himself and readied his body for a Shosius Execution Strike - a definitive blow which utilised as little energy as possible to perform a max-power slash that would cleave almost anything in two without fail. The sun setting rapidly, Enigir lost sight of the stranger's neck - the newcomer's body angle was all wrong, the dunes in the background weren't helping. The fire Enigir had previously lit was all but faintly glowing embers.
     We'd better not be in a bind here, seer - so thought Enigir.

[Rayleonarde]

Xerxes, who's breath had not yet fully returned, shifted into a pleading position; paws clasped overhead, knees against the ground, body bent low. "P-Please, I don't want to fight. I just need a place to stay...for the night.  The dark...she brings what I fear most...I can barely operate in the dark. I beg of you, don't turn me away." Tears began coursing down his face, a small fearful whine crept into his voice. "I-I'll do whatever I need to. A-Anything you need me to do, I'll do it."  Xerxes moved slowly towards the fire, keeping his paws in plain view. "I'm begging you...the plague the night brings is too much to bear."  He then threw himself prostrate, casting his M.A.D. Pack aside, disarming himself.  "Just let me stay...please."

[Cyril]

Towards Enigir's outburst; Nicholas only let out one sentence, "Just remember, you don't have to see them." He decided to wait, as his partner took his course of action.

He crossed his arms a bit, impatiently waiting while the sun went down. A bit of a grin set into Nicholas's face when the stranger came crawling. Listening little to Enigir's question, the seer made a beckoning motion. Another gold hummingbird flew from Xerxes back to the seer, who held it on his finger. "Looks like I didn't need to check up on you." He looked a bit coldly. "I would command that you be cast away, but I need you alive. Now clean yourself up, you look pitiful. And, don't lose your only defense, that's plainly stupid."


Nicholas looked to the embers with a sigh, casting more hummingbirds to a small shrub. Said shrub shriveled as they swarmed it, while he looked to Enigir. "I could summon more flame, but the things I see would give me more of a headache than it's worth. If you can't tell, I'm not too skilled with survival, past people and combat. So, unfortunately, I must rely upon the both of you for food." He turned back to face the water as the moon began to fade into its shine, the sun creeping down the horizon.
"After we get a food, I have a lot of speaking to do. Now, I don't know how this forest is here, but it's bound to have food of a sort. I won't be able to kill anything with my magic; it'll shrivel and be tough to eat."

[Adrian_Kruezotter]

The giant let down his duffle-bag, placing it in a fallen and hollow log close to him in order to hide it. Night was good. He let the cool gentle breeze lick his face for a moment before... the darkness was his friend and told him much. The faint smell of a dim fire was not too far, and was actually t the edge of the woods with him, though apparently, not exactly where he was. His dark eyes and slit pupils looked through the dark, but could see nothing. Yet he listened, and heard faint voices. Using his photographic memory and utilizing excellent survival skills, he made a mental not of where he placed his bag. He was not the type to get lost in the woods, and now that he was out of the desert, hunting would be good.


Adrian had grown up in the wilderness, and he was familiar with the outdoors. He remembered the little boy that would climb trees and steal eggs from bird-nests to give to his mother... "Mother..." It had been so long since the fateful day he had lost her forever, one out of many aspects of his life that caused him to grow more and more fragile over the years with his mental health. Sometimes, still, he thought about killing himself. But the hunt.... nothing ever game him more pleasure, thrill.... ecstasy... than the hunt.


The great serpent sneaked towards the direction of his prey. He was getting close, now, as he could smell the blood, hear the heartbeats. Others had magic, powers of great proportion. He had mere skill over his own body and mind. He was incredibly quiet for his size, carefully dictating his feet in order to remain so. His large feet worked towards his advantage, softly stepping on a pile of leaves only to muffle them under his incredible mass. He could see well in the dark, and not only that, but he was beginning to pick up a faint detection of the electromagnetism generated by the biological components of living things. This was his gift, the gift of a predator. The gift of lighting the darkness in such a way, only he could perceive. He was close, very close. They did not seem to be moving, or at least, not moving very much, as he could not feel any much vibration in the ground, none strong enough to reach his feet. The apex neared, and found himself a distance away not too far. He climbed up  tall tree with the use of his claws and tail, and using his keen sight, saw through the darkness to see the dim glow of ember, and those near it.....

[Cyril]

"Well, if neither of you will step forward, I'll drive out the prey with a bit of magic."
Nicholas said rather impatiently; sitting down and ritualistically spreading his arms as his cloak shifted to the luminescent golden hummingbirds; the gathering swarm moving over the forest to feed upon the life force of trees; each one sapping energy that the seer would use. After the summoning of a hundred of the birds, the seer was left with no magic near him. His miniature army fed upon the forest and drove residing animals to squirm and watch as the closest radius to the seer withered. Acts like these were easy for plant life. Anything with willpower would take a lot more focus, and a swarm to itself; thus targeting weaker lives was easier, and more efficient to gather with.
A tree collapsed upon the forest floor; a loud shock running through the air. Shaking any structure beneath it, Nicholas winced slightly as the crashing noise came down; the birds returning to reform his cloak. Gold light sped through the forest as smaller trees continually withered, the lynx pulling back his arms after his birds completed his cloak, then forming a familiar orb around him. Mystically, he was rejuvenated. Physically, he could use a bit of food. He looked forward into the grave he had made, humming softly while his summoned sphere orbited him. "I can hold out longer, but I doubt the two of you can. Hurry up. That noise could have drawn attention." He stood; watching the wildlife swarm in a panic.
Even those without magic could feel the draining of life; it was a constant. Magic users could only feel it stronger.