RP:Riotka's Nightmare

Even the smell of this room, briefly scented as you step over the threshold, causes you to experience chills of fear. Your eyes, fervent with your unease, travel over the dark, black walls, the slick, oily floor, the strange, onyx obelisk which resides in the center of this grim place. Thinking better of the curiosity which drew you here, you turn to leave. It is then, unseen by you as you turn away, that the mist takes you. Thick, black and cloying with its reek of hopeless fear, it wraps you in tendril after tendril of panic. You are all too aware of your body; the rapid tattoo of the heart against rib bones which feel oh so fragile, the pumping of the blood in your ears, the dryness of your mouth as the first hints of whispers are heard from the fog which surrounds you. The dark substance rolls, shifts, seems to take on monstrous shapes which loom closer, only to vanish just before touching you. As far as the eye can see, nothing exists only darkness. The whispers grow louder, and, as your frantic eyes scan for an escape, they alight upon an all too solid mass which glides swiftly towards you, the fog seeming to part to hasten its approach. With a lurching stomach, and a plummeting heart, you realize that this shape is sickeningly familiar. As your nightmare draws near, the whispering fog presses closer.\par \par Riotka's emotions pause as a threat is perceived. Instinctively he draws his sword off his back with a fluid flick of his wrist. His legs charge the fearful sight, his arms ready. As the two meet and Riotka readies the blow the fog around him overtakes his vision. Now standing in thick tall grasses as tall his he is Riotka his the whisper of a blade fling threw the air. Lowering his weight he prepared to dodge as his ears picked up several movements. Riotka could smell them. They smelled of fear,sweat, and death.Yet he sensed no life, smelled no flesh. Riotka moved and attempted to flank the closest. As he moved threw to tall grass he came unto a fallen log.Silently hopping over it. There in a small clearing of blood soaked dirt was the mangled body of a small female feline in tattered armor. Gashes obviously left by swords and claw marks every where. In the back of his mind he thought maybe she looked a bit familiar. As he scanned over the log silently waiting for one of his target to move within range a sudden the grass swished and two fighters sprang over the grass at each other. As they past each other in mid air and the sound of metal tearing metal rings out Riotka notices the flowing dark cloak and armor of one of the men. The two figures hit the ground. Then the one to the right makes a thug as he hit the ground. Obviously he lost to the familiar figure. Turning around to look closer at the Feline ,he noises the body is gone, the ground still moist with her blood. Riotka unsettled by the fact some one must have been so cunningly sneaky to not be heard, seen, or smelt by the likes of a skillful dragon such as himself. Pushing off the ground Riotka launches himself towards the first sound of movement threw the tall grasses and weeds. He landed and lowered his body as he moved threw the grass finding his way to a rather large puddle. In the distance more warriors are heard. Not vary heavy by the sound of there footsteps but their strides long and fast. A few meters to the right and back a ways a fully armored elf leaps into the air yelling a charge. As he leaps over Riotka he has a moment where glances at the dragon hiding in the puddle. The dragon's eyes light up as he recognizes the face to be of a friend. Launching himself after the elf, Riotka couldn't recall his name...but he was so sure he knew him. The elf's face looked as if he was saying 'i know you.', it was still in his mind as he landed and came upon the sight of the cloak swaying with the sword strikes. The sound of the elf's comrades moving not too far behind. The occasional ring of steel hitting steel, or a last cry rang out. Every thing here made happened so quickly. Riotka felt he might be closer to answers,but he would have to hurry, but just as he allowed the thought to grace his mind the elf was impaled on a spear. The blade pointing at Riotka threw the familiar cloak. "WAIT! NO!" he shouted as he neared the body, only for another to grab the dieing elf and drag him quickly threw the weeds. Riotka pursued but was immediately stopped by two dinosaur like creatures. Running his blade threw the first he then turned and threw the corpses as the second. Falling atop of him, Riotka quickly picked up his spear and stabbed them both as hard as he could till the blade had made it threw both of them. Turning to see what looked to be a smaller dragon clad in the same armor as the elf Riotka Moved to pursue, the creature let out a cackle as Riotka passed threw the weeds. This place seemed to have to end. Slashing the head off a another creature Riotka turned to watch it fade to dust. He looked back at where the downed dragon should have been. Again it was gone. Gripping his sword tighter as the leather quietly squeaked under his tight grip Riotka charged the foggy silence of the grass again. Each time he tried to save some one they died just before Riotka could get there. Leaping again threw the foggy grass this time he was tripped by a large brick. Tumbling out of the door way crashing into the side of the fountain. Riotka looked back into the room. There was no warriors, no tall foggy grasses....but as Riotka looked down his boot were still wet with mud with grass stuck in it.