by The Kingpin » Fri Jul 22, 2011 7:50 pm
"Indeed. Keep on your guard though. There's no guarantee they haven't found us already. Aviva, I suggest you fly above us. It'd put you in a position to better defend yourself if they attack" said Andruil as he began to lead Furax forward, the stallion snorting as he followed. Shiryaz had taken to the air, falling silent but wary, still watching the source of the noise as he shot through the trees, weaving in and out of the branches...
Arashi meanwhile, chuckled at the reactions shown by the kitsune. "They try and make themselves out to be powerful, then run like utter cowards. It amuses me to no end" rumbled the Dragon, Gilgamesh grunting. it was a wise move on the kitsune's part, regardless of what it had done to it's ego and image. had it stayed, the Kitsune would likely have joined Gilgamesh as one of Arashi's prisoners. now that things had settled, Arashi began hunting down the source of the blood. the mana patterns were gone, thanks to the kitsune's interruption, a fact that irritated him to no small extent. but it didn't matter. He could afford to let Septimus roam a while longer. While Septimus' mana print had been significantly more powerful than it had been when he was exiled, it was still shy of what was needed...
as the Elder reached the entrance to his store, he turned to face the Dragon. "What was it you wanted?" he asked. "Well...If you have a couple of jars of honey, that'd be excellent. I need them to feed a few rare slugs I keep, and honey's the best form of food for them" responded Septimus, the Elder chuckling. "Maldevians, hm?" he asked, Septimus staring at him, surprised. "Yes, actually. How did you know?" he asked. "I keep a few myself. incredible creatures" responded the Elder a he unlocked the door to the shop, walking inside and lighting a small lantern on the counter, before walking around it and reaching for a few jars of honey sitting on a shelf, bringing up two of them. "So tell me...what are these monsters you were speaking of to the Guards?" he called from inside. "Creatures that hide in the shadows. they move in groups. massive groups. easily over a hundred at a time. All I could sense when I tried to read their minds was this incredible sense of hunger.....Like they were perpetually starved and looking for food. they were fast, and dangerous, and I believe they moved in the dark" responded Septimus, shuddering as the thought was brought up again. "I see....And you're worried they'll reach us here?" asked Myridas curiously. "I'm almost sure they will come here. and soon. It's at best a 2 hour walk, and those creatures move fast" growled Septimus grimly. "Then I suppose it'd be foolish to wait around. I'll speak to the elders as soon as we're done" said the Elder, walking out with two jars of honey, holding them up to the Dragon. "Take them. Consider them a thank you for the early warning" said Myridas, Septimus eyeing him in surprise. nodding with a grateful smile, the Dragon's eyes glowed, the jars floating from the Elder's grip and entering the satchels. "Thank you for your kindness, Myridas. I appreciate it. Please do your best to get away from this place...I would hate to find fate had taken another kind-hearted person from the world" he growled, the Elder chuckling. "Eh. If it is my time, I will not fight against it. I've lived a long life, and have seen much of what Aster has to offer. But if My time has not yet come....Even the legions of Hell themselves will not be able to force it" said the man. "Now. Hurry onwards. I'll not see my gift be wasted by an impromptu attack. May we meet again in the future, Dragon. Until then, good luck" he finished, Septimus nodding as he looked over his shoulder at Desrium. "Let's get out of here" he growled, spreading his wings, the beautiful patterns on the underside of his wings lighting the ground beneath him, as he beat them powerfully, kicking up a cloud of dust as he shot upwards into the air, the distance between him and the village growing with each beat of the massive wings...
The Disciple, having left the fight behind him, was just about to reach the inn as a searing pain tore through his left arm. Danger approaches you, Kristov. Your work in Germania must cease. leave immediately and return. Do not wait for dawn. Your survival cannot be assured till then murmured a voice in the man's head, Kristov wasting no time, rushing into the inn and entering his room, speaking to no one as he did so, swiftly gathering his equipment, before turning to leave...His Mentor and Master awaited him...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG