RP:A Failed Trip To Larket

Background

Raziel was heading for Larket, from Cenril, to get Kraar. Muraski had put 30 pounds of weight on her and told her to jog there and back and be quick, but she had over-exurted herself most of the day. Raziel makes it to the city gates, when she suddenly is overwhelmed with dizziness. All the evening’s exercises had caught up with the young elf and she simply could no longer stand. Once she’d get near a building she pulled the pack off just in time for her legs to collapse. Glitch would simply sit there, and try to catch her breath for a moment, then attempt to continue onward.

The Nameless Creature

Raziel makes it to the city gates, when she suddenly feels very dizzy. All the evening’s exercises had caught up with the young elf and she simply could no longer stand. Once she’d get near a building she pulled the pack off just in time for her legs to collapse. Glitch would simply sit there, and try to catch her breath for a moment, then try to continue onward.

Roytoc || A certain shadowy man would see the woman's legs collapse, a wide grin would appear on his face, showing razor sharp teeth that seemed rather impossible to hold in his mouth, his lips would be stretched across his whole facial structure and they would be tinted black as his eyes swirled into that same abysmal blackness that they had been rotating in ever since the man was cursed; if only he could be considered a man now. The man was wrapped in dark robes, they would be soaked in a drying acrid dark substance, he had just got finished with the grimoir again, so he was fully under control, the man's head would tilt impossible to the side as his tongue rolled out to touch upon the ground, blood leaking from the many lacerations in his gaping maw. And just like that he would charge towards the woman, his loping gait demented and horrifying, his arms dragging along the ground, his torn boots crushing dirt behind him, the man was sort of tall, six feet plus, and his dark knotted hair would brush against his knees, covering his face some, the tongue would retract and the mouth would close, a huge maniacal smile still present. He would stop feet from the woman, wind seeming to blow eerily around him, the sense of death and foreboding ever-present around this cursed soul, "WhAt HaVe We HeRe?" The voice would screech, the voice would contain at least ten other voices speaking along with the centered one, all echoing around each other, seeming to circle around the vicinity of the area then back at the man himself. An odd clacking sound would come forth as the man's upper body began twitching spastically, his head gyrating before finally stopping, the sound of the land taken away, the light seeming to vanish.

Raziel was sitting, more or less leaning her weight against a building. She had her eyes closed and looked very cold and pale. Beside her is a 20 pound bag of some kind of weight, and around her ankles is one 5 pound weight to each. She mutters a bit, and the parts that could be caught would be “Damn Boss…. Poor Kraar…. Can’t even give me a break….” Her breathing seems a little odd, as though she were overworked. Suddenly she would tense as she hears the enclosing footsteps, carefully grabbing beneath her arms for her dagger, but not removing it. Not yet. A hum, mixed with her weak bard magic would emit from her voice, only to cut of at the…. Well the thing’s… Voice. “Gyyyaaaaaah!” she’d groan/ screech and cover her eyes as the painful sound echoed through her. “What the –hell- are you, monster?!” she would say, her teeth clenched. But, just as she would ask, she would pull out Wind Howler from her sleeve, hurtling it at the creature. Soon she’d retrieve Blood Blade from the separate sleeve and hold it close. She couldn’t stand, but it seems that she is in rather dire straits at the moment. “Leave me be, creature, or you will suffer.” She says, with her most threatening growl she can muster.

Roytoc || The thing wouldn't be caught unawares by the dagger, no he would quickly outpace it, appearing behind the woman, his tongue would slip out and rub roughly against her face before retracting back in, blood and a black thick goop would be smeared upon her beautiful face now. The thing would lope off, running swifter than a horse, his knuckles bounding off the dirt as well as the tips of his toes, "YoU tAsTe GoOd As WelL!!!" He would exclaim in the groupings of voice, his sound waves pounding off the landscape as well as the woman's eardrums. He would suddenly turn and appear in front of her again within two seconds, even though he had been yards away, dust would pour upwards from the ground, the land itself seeming to chip away and float upwards, the air around the thing would start to become a murky black. "LoVe Is SuCh A dElIcIoUs ThInG tO eAt," The thing would whisper, though with the voices it sounded like the wind itself was speaking, the land was against you.

Raziel cringes sharply, as a deep shudder would move down her spin... That was the last straw for the day. Raziel didn't have moments of ferality, in times like these. No, she had reckless abandon. She would flinch at his words, while wiping the disgusting goop off and then growl low and fierce, as she'd stand up. "Oh... Is that so?" she'd growl, and spin her dagger so that its blade faced the creature. "Heh. Let me see that tongue again, then... I'll give you something to taste!" as she growls she also reaches for the third dagger, one that she'd never shown anyone. A longer dagger with a copper hilt, embedded with jewels. Quickly she'd flick that one to face the creature as well, as her goop covered hair would slightly bristle. "Why don't you go eat something else... Something with more blood to it." she says, as a bit of a gruesome joke. But, even through her reckless abandon, she starts to think of how nice it would be if someone saved her. She had not idea of such a creature running amok in Cenril, and since it -is- Cenril there would probably be a lack of anyone to help her. Then she'd taking a fighting stance, ready for anything. She'd release a low hum, mixed with her bard magic once more. No more blind spots, for now. Though the sounds did cause it to waver a bit. "Or, better yet, why don't you eat yourself?" she hisses, and releases a bit of a dark laugh... As it seems, her reckless side was almost drow-like. Though she has not a drop of drow blood within her.

Roytoc || The creature's hand would be pierced with that dagger, it would crush through the bone and blood would spurt out the other side, he would rub his fingers across the blade, with the same hand at that, his fingers would bend backwards, cracking and popping sounds running wild, and his fingers would rub the blade, of course they would be cut open, spilling out more blackish blood but the creature would just howl in laughter. The laugh would ring out just towards the woman, crushing into her, surrounding her in a never ending cycle of dementia, and then it would stop… it only seemed like it wouldn't stop. Suddenly a music box could be heard, an eerie and saddening tone and the creature would only speak in one voice, "This creature took me away from my momma! I miss my momma!" A little girl's voice would cry, sobbing sporadically until it switched to that of a gruff sounding man, "I tried to save mah family, but this-this thing stopped me, it devoured me… it was too strong," The man would sigh. The Music box would get louder and louder, the landscape around the two chipping away, darkness and blood seeping from the cracks of the land. Suddenly the creature would charge, beating his arms out furiously at the woman, trying also to take her down with his huge sloping shoulder, if he missed he would just skid his long angular feet outward and turn, facing the woman again, though yards away, "YoU wIlL bE ThE nExT aMoNg ThEm!!!" He would bellow, his voice coming at the woman at many different angles.

Raziel would only growl, and shake off the voices that surrounded her. The music box would still echo but she did her best to ignore it, continually humming. The beautiful thing about her blindness, her humming seemed to work through what could be supposed as an illusion of the ground chipping away. Growling she would skid to the side, and keep it up for as long as she could trying to evade every attack. Constantly she'd evade and slash her knife towards him, all while keeping up her humming. Her pure white eyes would almost have a murderous glistening to them, though there are no 'doorways' for one to look through. An almost drowish laugh would course through her, as compared to her honey-sweet one... Her reckless abandon almost seeming to possess her. "Is that all you got? Tackling? HA! I've seen orcs fight better than you, creature!" another laugh would coarse out from her pale lips, soon followed by the odd humming noise that would almost buzz in one's ears. She couldn't have learned this sonar sooner. She'd continue this dance of life or death with the creature, always getting out of his way, just barely. It, truly, was like some demented dance between this nameless monster and the young elf woman... But her recklessness would not even allow her to think of trying to call for someone, and so she continued to face it on her own.... Perhaps someone would help... Perhaps not... Only fate would decide that.

Roytoc || The creature would tire of the woman, it's demonic happenings continuing, though it would finally cease moving and lift up straight, bones would crack and his upper body would gyrate again, it had other things up it's sleeves. The thing would suddenly wrap it's arms around it's body and clamp it's claws into his spine, along with his legs cracking forward to burst acrid blood all over the land. It would use it's powers, most received from the Grimoire and send forth picture after picture of corpses, of innocent children who would never breath again, it didn't matter if this woman was blind, these illusions would be implanted upon her mind, she would see them perfectly as if her vision was magically present. Meanwhile the beast would clack foreword towards the woman, the gyrating continuing, and his bent and broken legs jittering rapidly across the dirt, so rapidly in fact they would be a blur, the music box would get louder and the thing would continue sending forth the gruesome memories and pictures. The tongue would lash out one again, a demonic screech echoing forth, along with the sobs of a child, the tongue would lash out at the woman, spinning forth and dodging her dagger thrusts, it would try to wrap around her ankles, or even disgustingly enough, shoot down her throat.

Raziel certainly felt overwhelmed by the pictures, but she had witness, though not through actual sight, the mangled bodies of many a wolf ripped gruesomely apart and strewn throughout the forest, and over trees... Internal organs of the cubs and adults she had thought of as family wrapped over the branches.... So these mere corpses were harsh, and painful, but mixed with her memories and her reckless side she only scoffs a bit, and then the tongue. she'd see it with her humming between the spaces of another memory. Quick as the adrenaline-filled and now reckless woman could she slashes at the tongue, waiting till the -very- last second. If it caught her, then her life would sadly be forfeit, but should she strike true the tongue would be severed or even fall to the ground. But, either way, the reckless elf was -not- going down without a fight. Her skin seemed to grow paler, as well, but not in the near to passing out way.

Roytoc || The monster would continue his attack until finally his tongue was cut off… It would slither and writhe on the ground, the woman seemingly having the offensive now that the appendage was gone, after all, the things arms were carved into his spine and his legs were broken in three to provide better movement. But then the thing's tongue would wrap around the woman's ankle, pulling roughly and crashing her to the ground, it would carve deeply into her flesh and then tendrils would shoot from the severed area, morphing within his mouth to provide a tongue again, he would slowly lift her in front of him, his jaw extending outwards and downwards, literally the maw would be big enough for Raziel now. "I wIn YoU aRe WeAk," It would roar, they would be fully in an abysmal zone of darkness and blood. It would extend her towards its mouth before something would whiz into the maw, a solid object that was rectangular in size. It would explode, green acids and white lights shooting forth from the abyss, his body would split in two, the legs bending and crinkling inward as demonic roars would sound outward, the beast would be in outright pain, it would implode melt and explode. The tongue would release the woman, throwing her far away, dust rising as she impacted against the ground roughly. A silhouette could be seen from afar, seeming to raise his fist in victory, "I've been wanting to use that since I was given it for the castle!!!" The voice would call excitedly, it sounded familiar, though the silhouette would sneak off into the night, would not approach the woman. The beasts organs and innards would begin crawling away, the demented eyes still swirling abysmally, the shattered thing would be following the call of the Grimoire, it needed healed… it wouldn't be destroyed this night.

Raz's Alter Ego Shows

Raziel would grunt as she landed upon the ground and then growls a bit, as it seems it was her time; when a sudden implosive explosion happens and the tongue, plus the bomb propel her into a wall. She'd grunt, be battered and bruised, but she really didn't care at the moment as adrenaline still pulsed. Carefully she get up, limping a bit from the accursed tongue. She'd hum and find her three daggers, hiding each away, and then she'd rush to seek out the man, leaving the bag of whatever behind as she'd re-hide her daggers. "HEY! You! Wait up!" she'd call, as she brushes off her clothing. The voice -had- been familiar, but she couldn't place it... And her reckless drow-like side was still showing badly. Once she'd catch up she'd grab the person's shoulder, a little too roughly and say "What... The -hell- was that?!" through bared teeth, as she still clung to Blood Blade tightly.

Roytoc would be face to face with Raziel, he had been hoping he could get away before she caught up, he just didn't want to talk to her about the beast. Roy would smile sheepishly at his friend and shake his head, "Hello Glitch, I don't know what that thing is… I've met in many times over the years and it just doesn't die, I've done so many things to it, but that was the fastest I've ever stopped the thing." He would explain with a frown, looking at the injured woman, "Everyone knows not to travel around in Cenril at night." The Drow would say, partially grabbing the back of the woman's thigh so she could get the weight from her injured ankle.

Raziel would yank her leg away, and release a growl as the odd recklessness flowed through her, even her voice seems to flow a bit gravely and drow-like as she spoke "Well... I could care for myself... Just fine!" she was, obviously, lying of course. Roy might notice that she has a different, almost possessed, look to herself even though she's not technically possessed. Then she turns and limps away a few paces. Another growl, mixed with a hiss this time, emitting from the throat. At that she'd toss her dagger as hard and she could, hitting the dead center of a shop sign, the dagger stuck in a good inch. She'd simply stand there, clenching her fist and breathing very hard and soon the breaths would ease up and her stance would become less threatening, and more back to her usual one. A groan would release from her lips and she'd rub her head. "Dammit... I thought I could control it this time...." she'd say to herself, her voice back to being silver bell-like. Then she'd release a humming sound and walk to the sign, wrenching the dagger free, and turn back to Roytoc, storing Blood Blade back up her sleeve as she smiles... It looked as if she was acting that she didn't just say what she did. "Oh thank you so much, Roytoc! I couldn't handle it myself, really.... Oh, hey... Quick question... Why did you want me to remember to say, 'Usstan tlun ssin'urn'? I don't understand why you told me to remember to say I Am Strong..." she'd then walk back towards him, once again acting like nothing was odd about what just happened.

Roytoc would notice the changes between the woman, staying silent and letting her cool off, her emotions playing out, he would wait until she would finally come back to him; cheerful as ever. Roy would be confused at first at the question, not remembering that he had ever said such, then he would recall the time and laugh. "No, that doesn't mean, I am strong, it means, I am sexy. And in truth, you are," The Drow would say with a smile, the choker constricting just a bit, he seemed to be getting rather good at manipulating the thing.

Raziel blushes slightly at that, and then shakes her head and laughs. "I see then... Oh, and I know better than to walk about Cenril at night... Blame the boss. I was heading back to Larket, as I've forgotten my darling little brother Kraar at the inn... And he shoved weights on me and told me I have to jog there and back..." she'd shrug and then sigh, truly she shouldn't have been doing so much in her condition. Then she’d simply sigh and lean her weight upon the good leg. "I'm... Gonna be betting I confused you... With how I was acting..." Raziel faces the ground with an ashamed look to her face. It could be noticed that she would do this odd sonar humming every time she finished speaking.

Muraski appears from the west.

Muraski approached the scene with a bird upon his shoulder and satchel on his back as he sat atop his horse. A slow trot would bring him towards Raziel, a low sigh would be made towards the female, "Raz, I've gotten your stuff but the fact you haven't made it to Larket and back already is slightly disappointing. So, here's the thing, you can have your stuff but we need to go back to the store and work more."

Roytoc would shake his head and, whether the woman liked it or not, would sweep her from her feet, holding her behind her knees and shoulder-blades, "I am not wondering, you were angry, when you are angry your personality changes I assume, mine does as well, I start to drawl," He would explain to the woman, he would look to her ankle and grimace a bit. "Your boss needs to go a bit easier on you, you still need time to recover, you shouldn't over-extend yourself. And I can take you to Larket, we can get Kraar and then I can bring you back here, for really it's too dangerous around here at night," The Drow would say softly, though he knew Barra had his back so he himself wasn't afraid. The Drow would then look to Muraski, shaking his head, "Muraski, her ankle is most likely broken, there are lacerations and cuts all over it, and she is soaked with that-that things goop and blood, I think she needs to rest. Though it was kind of you to fetch her stuff," The Drow would say to the man in a calm tone.

Raziel is, to say the least, a bit surprised at being swept up, though it did feel nice to be off of the ankle. "Thanks.... And Muraski's just trying to get me stronger..." she simply tries to argue, but it probably wouldn't fully work. Then she'd hear the horse trot up and she'd blush a bit, embarrassed that he had made it to Larket and back so soon, yet she hadn't even left the gates. "I'm sorry boss... I got attacked by... Er... By... I don't really know -what- it was, but I think it tried eating me in one bite... But Roytoc saved me from it." Raziel would try to explain, and then she would go silent as Roytoc explained to Muraski what he felt about Raziel's injuries.

Muraski shrugged at the male, "I didn't say she had to stand upon her ankle and wounds are common to a fighter. She needs them if she wants to get stronger." He moves towards the female, a hand to be offered down towards her, "Let's go Raz, you have pull-ups to do, child." A quick turn made towards Roy, "If you'd like to join, that'd be fine to observe however, I must make note that I won't allow you to interfere with how I train my child."

Roytoc shrugged as he handed Glitch out towards Muraski, "It's odd that you call her child, even though she is older than you by at least three centuries, but I won’t press the point." The Drow would say, allowing the man to take the woman. "Although I do not agree with you, and think she does need her rest, for fighting that demon thing, one-of-many would be a good title; it has nearly killed me on several occasions, and frankly I surprised she lived as long as she did. I will not interfere with how you train this woman who is older than two of your generations, though I will advise you to let her rest, but I'm sure that when she passes out from blood loss and her broken ankle that you'll take care of her," The Drow would add once again, his tone calm.

Raziel would hold out her arms a bit, for Muraski to give her assistance and then smiles lightly, happy that he called her what he did. For she even felt like a daughter to him, despite her age. But, she would remain silent. Not wishing to interrupt or interject anything else into this discussion. She would, basically, do as Mura asked with loyalty, even though she is well over his age, as Roy points out. But, no, she simply remains quiet and lets Mura and Roy discuss.

Muraski glared rather angrily at the male who questioned his words, "You count age as if it was something that gave someone thoughts and experience. I count age by the experience learned within it. In that respect, this child is still half my age, in any respect, most the people around are half my age." He lifted the female onto the horse, hands to be placed around his waist, "Will we be expecting your company then, dark skin?"

Roytoc would shake his head at the man, "You are more wise than I expected, though still have much to learn, I have gained more respect from you though I know it matters naught to you, which only makes me view you as more intelligent," The Drow would murmur to himself, finding the man more easy to be around when he was calm. "Alas though, I wish I could go, to relax once in my life, but I have to now follow that demon's trail once again. I know it goes somewhere to regenerate each time it is killed, some tower or crypt, and I know it is but a pawn in the scheme of things." Roy would sigh and nod to them both, "I am sure you will rest like a stone when you are finally allowed to Raz, but be wary, the thing has marked you now, it will take your soul and face for his if he is not stopped or is tricked. Though it will take it weeks or even months to recover after what I threw at him," The Drow would chuckle, crossing his arms and staring at the woman. "You have nothing to fret over for now."

Raziel smiles as she listens to Muraski's explanation of his views on age, and she did agree. She had been alone for so long that she hadn't learned to grow older, even if her body did. Then she would nod, with a smile to Roytoc's words about her sleeping like a stone, her smile lightly fade at the words spoken about the demon creature and soon her other personality would waver in just enough to change her voice a little. "That so? That fool should stay away, lest I cut his tongue from him once more..." then her voice would simply fade back as her alter-ego would vanish.... Probably for a good long time at that.... And she would lightly set her forehead against Mura's back and say "I wasn't fretting over the thing anyways... He shouldn't be trying to eat things that don't taste good..." she then smirks at that statement, although the creature was a rather grotesque one.

Muraski turned between the two quickly, a sigh to be made, "As you said, it's gone for months, relax and quit being a prude about what you go and hunt. Choice is yours but I'm off." He turned to Raz as her head rested upon his shoulder, "We're off, hold tight, child." Another look to Roy, "We will speak again, dark skin. Till then."

Roytoc would nod them off once again, taking off on a swift jog towards the forest, following the thing's' trail, a shadow could be seen close at his feet; never a slow day for this one.

Raziel would hum, and 'see' Roytoc leave, then she'd make sure she was holding tightly, and the two would be headed back for home.

Training Resumes

Muraski brought the female back to the house, a quick drop off to the made as he set her upon the chair. "Raz, I want you to find the bag of coins I hid. It's around here somewhere and I believe you can find it through your humming." The bag was hidden underneath the table, though behind several things, chairs and such, "Also, Raz, I will be back in a moment, I need to speak to the wife." With that, he turned about on the horse and left.

Later

Raziel was humming as best as she could, limping about and searching for the bag, but she just couldn't seem to concentrate after a while and sits down, with a little huff. Once she sits she removes the spare dagger that is kept in her fur trimmed white boot. The dagger has a silver blade, and a copper hilt. The hilt is inlayed with various sizes and types of jewels, but the blade is covered is some of the disgusting black acrid blood of the monster that attacked her. She then throws her two other daggers onto the table, also covered in the creature’s blood. Then the woman would remove the boot from the injured leg and feel how bad the wound was around her leg. It stung, horribly, and the skin was blackened in some places, as if it had died because of the blood the creature gave off. Once she finishes feeling it she just sits there, grumbling to herself a little about not being fast enough to get out of the city.

Muraski moved towards the female quickly as she sat upon the table, "Tired child?" He smiled, "That is good.." He moved towards her ankles and removed the weights, then looked at her ankle. The wound was deep but not terrible enough to stop her. "Child, I'll be mending your wounds while you sleep.. But, you're too exhausted to continue. So, how about we put you to bed on my bed and I'll take the floor, sound fair?"

Raziel looks towards Muraski in surprise at that suggestion, but she was tired... Too tired to even hold up her humming. "You don't have to give me your bed, Muraski... It is yours, after all." she simply says. Then she would point at the daggers "Ummm. There's some of that creatures blood stuck to my blades... How do I get that stuff off?"

Muraski shook his head, not that she'd see it. "Don't worry about it Raz, you can have my room till I made another, you and Aeon both. I'll be fine upon the floor. Also, I'll worry about mending everything and help you with it tomorrow." He paused for a moment as the smell of blood wafted in his nose.. Oh, blood, he hadn't eaten today.. "Umm, Raz, can.. Can I have a little of your blood? Just.. Just a small bite before you go to bed so I am not so hungry?"

Raziel blinks at this, and then snaps her fingers up to her neck, checking how strong her pulse was. "Ummm... What's wrong with the rabbit’s blood?" she would ask, a bit wary. "Err... As long as you don't take too much I think it's fine." Raziel would then pull back the sleeve of her right arm and hold out her wrist to Muraski. Truly she didn't mind, and this seemed to her like a better way to do things than if he were to suddenly go on a rampage.

Muraski gulped and shook his head, "I'll wait till you sleep Raz, it'll be better off that way. I will only take a small amount, I promise." He'd lift her from the chair, move towards the room, and set her upon the bed. Without a word he'd move back out towards the main room, lift the wolf, then place him upon the bed as well. "Alright, child, anything else I can get you?"

Raziel shakes her head and then frowns at him, whispering so Aeonis would be less likely to hear. "Muraski, seriously, I can't see it and I won't hum... Just go ahead. At least then I'd be able to tell you how I'm feeling, so you'd know if you're taking too much..." she'd then hold her wrist out to him, and her voice sounds dead serious on the matter.

Muraski sighed at the female, as he exposed his fangs and bit down upon her wrist. The sensation of blood filling his mouth would last but a moment until he broke away and quit, only a small amount to leave her system. "Sorry Glitch, I'm going to wait till you're stronger child." He then turned to his medical cabinet, "Go to sleep, I'll tend to your wounds so you'll not feel the pain and we can work upon everything tomorrow, though you're going to feel like shyte from all the injuries you've sustained."

Raziel nods and rubs off her wrist, soon adding a little pressure to it. "Very well then. I'm sure everything will be alright at some point..." she says this about both her blood returning, and about how she'd feel about her injuries. Soon she'd lie back upon the bed, when a little bit of a devilish smirk appears upon her lips. "Good night... Daddy Muraski." she'd laugh softly at that, and hope it would brighten how Mura felt as well. It wouldn't be long before the exhausted woman would fall into a very deep slumber, just as Roytoc said... Like a stone.