RP:Coming Together

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~Part I of the rp Arc:Chaos in the Nameless Desert

OVERLOOKING GORGE


Athxess arrives riding his vary large dire bear its white fur (not translucent like a polar bears but white) glistening in the light it eyes left in shadows except for the pupils the gave off their own light. The bear its self wore a large leather saddle with many small saddle bags filled with food (for the other living ones) and other needed supplies for the road ahead. The rider himself seemed to be a drow being at 6 feet 2 inches, a freakishly tall one at that. The one glowing red orb that was not hid behind a eye patch shined to those who noticed The undead riding upon his mount his many blades shined in the light adding to the one word that would describe this being: Soldier.

Cecilnezuto had spoke to Mesthak earlier that day and found some information in regards to the 'presence' he'd been seeking for more than a tenday. "Aye, lad, ye'll go tae the Gorge 'tween Cenril 'n Kelay to meet the one whom spoke of mysterious happenin's." Were Mesthak's words to him before he thanked the barkeep and had headed out to the Gorge he spoke of. As Cecil climbed the steep paths, he noticed a group of others standing, gathered, one he recognized and offered a wave. One appeared to be a Centaur and the one Mesthak had mentioned. He would walk up to them and bow, slightly, and rise, "Hullo, I'm Cecil. I hear ye know of some strange happenings going on and I've an interest to join ye, if ye be willing. Mesthak sent me in this direction."

Guyon is pacing slowly waiting for the others in the envoy to arrive. He smiles warmly at Athxess “H’llo friend. Glad you could mak’it.” The centaur’s tail flicks in mock impatience as he turns to see the half elf approach. “H’llo Cecil, my name is Guyon. I’m the one leading this search.” The centaur takes stock of the newcomer, and nods in approval. “Willing and happy to have you; though I warn you it may not be an easy journey.” He pauses to look around before continuing. “We’re waiting on a few others then we’ll be underway.

Rowen rolls along in her hamsterball, still in an absinthe induced haze. "There was something funny about that lime juice." the three legged rat mutters to herself. She rolls to a stop as she recognises the centaur who helped her earlier in the day. "Hello Sanmichel, Cyllarus, and Guyon, thanks again for helping me move that statue. May Daedria bless you.You off for a stroll, mind if I join you? She turns to Athxess. "Excuse me Mr dire bear there seems to be something on your back."

Athxess rode arcas wondering if this could could be any boring he was hoping to kill something,..soon.

Cecilnezuto followed alongside Guyon, his crimsons spying the surroundings for anything that may be lying in wait.

Guyon walks slowly through the gorge, his footing unsteady; the centaur slips slightly, his back left hoof, catching the edge of the chasm. Frantically, Guyon grabs the cliff wall on his right side and corrects himself. Looking to others he nods, encouraging them on. "Wouldn't want to fall down there," he says with a slight chuckle.

Rowen looks alarmed as Guyon almost slips. "Steady on, there Cyllarus, I'll have trouble catching you if you fall, being in my palatial carriage or hamsterball as some refer to it."

Athxess swats at the mosquito bored and trusting Arcas to guide him right.

Cecilnezuto glanced around as his boots crunched over the dead earth. "'Tis such an arid and desolate place..." He'd mutter as he saw no signs of life, other than the bugs and the occasional dragon that flew overhead

Guyon nods gravely. "M'travels through here 've shown me that n'thing lives here. No one s'vives here for long." Turning towards Rowen, he smiles at rat's progress. "That ball is enchanted?"

Ymheshphilun was gliding northward when all of a sudden his antennae picked up a scent wafting towards him. A scent... and multiple life signatures on his electromagnetic sense. Hmm. His black exoskeleton blended perfectly with the night, so it was safe to assume that at this distance they couldn't see him yet--for that matter, he couldn't quite see them yet--but they'd be coming soon. He changed course, angling around a hill, lurking behind it, watching motionlessly as the caravan passed. Athxess. And his bear. What were they up to, and how to throw a wrench into the works without incriminating himself? He began to trail them--silently as possible, and at a respectable distance. He was trying to go undetected.

Cecilnezuto caught the arid scent around them, never being too fond of this barren place, "I have been through here often, but it still has such a forlorn quality...." He'd mutter softly, his enchanted blade humming to him. Only he could hear it, as wss part of Syrus' enchantment on it

Guyon nods his head in silence, his mane shaking with the motion. 'Indeed, my travels through this p'ticular region 'ave always left me feeling down." Guyon's ears twitch as he thought he heard something or someone and stops briefly to turn around; however, the darkness covers whoever or whatever may be out there. "Be on your guard," he adds, "I sense something."

Ymheshphilun didn't have particularly good hearing, so he didn't catch anything that was being said by the party. He just continued following at a distance, staying out of sight, stopping when he deemed himself too close.

Athxess by now is in a sour mood bored out of his mind but when Guyon saidwhat he said Athxess smiled hoping for a fight.

Cecilnezuto would look around the ashen plains in disgust....a beautiful land was no more. To top matters, it interfered with his smell, so he heeded Guyon's words with caution and posed as relaxed in his stance, knowing that his sword hummed for a reason. His stance may have looked relaxed as he looked about, but his hand was near the hilt of his sword, ready should anything come forth

Guyon continues on, his hooves digging into the ground in anxiety. Stopping abruptly, the centaur whips around to survey the area; he knew something was lurking around. Reaching behind him, he draws his dark-steel bow and notches an arrow. “Who are you? And why are you following us?” His eyes search the darkness, his eyes trying to get accustomed to the darkness. His right arm pulls the string of the arrow back, ready to attack.

Ymheshphilun froze. The larger being with him had turned. Small vibrations in the air sang around him--it seemed that he was being called out to. He heard it only as a whisper, however. He'd need to get closer. Or maybe not. The small undead crow that was sitting on his head (ooc: I'll switch pets right after this post ^_^) took flight, soaring in ungainly flaps of it's wings towards the others. Hopefully it would provide enough of a distraction for Ym to disguise himself. As it flew, he moved around behind another hill, hiding.

Cecilnezuto would watch as Guyon swung around and tried to sight their follower in the dark. Drawing his blade, it shined with a blue glow the cast a bit of light, not enough to hurt their eyes, but perhaps enough to aid Guyon in sighting his target. Being a half breed of the races that he was, Cecil could see in the dark, but could only catch an outline.....a -big- outline, "Guyon, be wary....'tis something rather large out there..." He'd tell the huge centaur as he heard a flapping draw near

Ymheshphilun made the crow land right in front of them. It squawked something, then hissed out, "My mistress is coming, do not fear." And behind the hill, Ym blinked out of existence. Or at least, he would appear to blink out of existence. He slid around the hill, rumbling slowly up to them, but when he got within sight range he would appear to be an elven lady, modestly clothed, slightly taller than average, nondescript face. "I apologize for not showing myself earlier," she said, "but you're all carrying weapons, and I was afraid at first." She smiled charmingly.

Zedreth stumbles out of the darkness. He trips due to bad foot positioning. He quickly turns around to look at the darkness again, then he spins back to the crowd of people. His eyes darted to the woman, who would appear to be his master. His right arm darted to his neck. "Sorry, madam..." He paused for a moment to look at all the other people, "I got hung up back there." He looked embarrassingly down at his feet for a moment, before fumbling with the ring on his right hand. "Sorry, madam." He repeated.

Cecilnezuto would watch as the elven woman approached, eyes narrowed cautiously. "Milady, why would ye be following us, a band of travellers, in such a desolate place with no signs of life? I don't see how a lone elf would force such a terrible sight upon themselves." He'd gesture around him as he spoke, his blade still at the ready as he noticed the man that had stumbled into view. Silently, he cursed this arid place for neutralizing his sense of smell and would instead rely on instinct and the fact that his blade was responding to these...."wanderers" as it did, giving him the thought that something was not right, but would follow Guyon's direction as to how this should be approached.

Guyon eyes the female elf warily; his bow still taut and ready to be fired. "Who are you? and Why are you following us? If you are alone," he meant to finish but the entrance of the man stopped him, though briefly. "If you were traveling alone, and not to mention being female, why would you fear us attacking you?” His bow is still drawn, his tail flicking in agitation.

Ymheshphilun made his image try to look innocent and helpless. "It's happened before," she said quietly, as if she'd been offended. "I didn't know, I'm sorry."

Zedreth nodded. He stepped closer to the group, putting himself semi in front of the elven lady. "That's the whole reason ~I'm~ here." He looked around. "It's not such a good idea to talk about it though." His eyes darted back to the lady. He said that last line is a quiet voice. "As for why we are here, well, we had a bad run-in with a dragon."