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[Omio]

He finally had the evidence he needed to prove the fact that Sonusai spoke something other than English. "You port a tongue other than mine, and I have never heard of it before. It interests me to learn it." And then he showed a truth by doing the same, in Melnics. It seemed to sound like gibberish to Sonusai, perhaps, but Omio spoke prefectly fluently. "Having more tongues serves all the better in the future."

(( To those of you that want spoilers, copy/paste that into the Quick Reply box at the bottom. Melnics actually looks different. ))

[Sonusai]

Sonusai looks up, startled. "You speak Melnics? She smiles wide, her ocean colored eyes twinkling with surprise. "Jdandi! Yala, eh..." She thinks for a minute, before replying in the common welcome, "Djzo xhasi Avira mimako." She then waited, hoping that she had not just alienated the only friend she had.

[Omio]

He smiled, completely delighted in learning a new tongue. "Nope, I don't understand that, but I'm more than willing to learn your language. Mind teaching me? I'm still a tactician, so that language might come in a lot of help..." And he was joyed. Very joyed. Finally, he was going to help someone get over a bit of the cross-over between English and her tongue. "I could teach you Melnics later, if you'd like..."

[BrienaSkysong]

Briena groaned as she came around. When she opened her eyes, she had no idea where she was. She caught sight of two males nearby and jumped groggilly to her feet, nearly falling over.
"Who.. where... Who the hell are you, and where the hell did you take me?!"
The questions were not spoken softly. Instead they were snarled at Arimis, as he was the only one awake to answer.

She was glaring at him, hair a bit wild and tangled, eyes a bit startled, but completely beautiful.
She definately was beautiful, and she looked ready... Either to bolt, or to fight... Or even to faint again. Or scream.

Then, she chose scream. Just because it helped her calm down a bit. Then she chose run.
She followed her instincts and aimed for the pass.
She... Well, she didn't get very far, as she crashed into a tree. She was still a little silly in the head. Her scream had traveled very far, finding the individuals in the Dark Forest and it's Tavern.

But she was definately not having a fun day or night.

Her last lucid thought was... 'I hate this Life. Kill me someone.'

(It was an open thought, and likely only Omio would hear it if at all. Her thoughts, when open, can reach long distances.)

[Sonusai]

Sonusai nods, delighted. "Eh...how doth thee wisheth me to teach thee?" She then jumps, startled, as a roar of pain echoes through her soul. Going a bit pale, she struggles to stay upright. Her ocean colored eyes turn pale purple, as she stares off into space. "Someone is in pain. Great pain. I see and feel death." She starts gasping, becoming paler and paler, until her eyes roll up inside her head, and she falls, unconscious, various small scars visible on her arms suddenly spurting blood, the red fluid soaking the long black and green sleeves.

[Omio]

Images. Loads of images, all rushing past his head. His ears had echolocated the scream's source. 1.54629 leagues about 35.4° of a right turn - then Sonusai fainted, bleeding - this was all connected, he suspected - and the scream would probably be the source of it. Immediately, he dropped his packs - water, weapons, and all - and made the fastest dash he had ever made. He was running about as fast as a wolf, managing to make it to Briena within a few minutes - on FOOT. Then one more pang hit him - it was the same voice as he had heard earlier.

Immediately, he examined for wounds of the physical sort; there were mostly bruises, but nothing that he could immediately resolve with a lot of ease. However, there was a lot of mental and spiritual damage - and that was going to take some time to mend. However, now that he had fully assessed Briena's condition, unknowing of her name, he began to focus on the somewhat small tome of healing magicks he had, beginning an episode of concentration.

Partway through his spell, his concentration reached a higher hierarchy, and he broke from his first spell into another one - a healing spell he didn't know. Whatever power it was that was doing this, it was going to be a bit of a big event coming from Omio - considering he wasn;t too well-versed in healing magicks, and the spell that was going to be cast was something that would turn almost any head. The first spell was in english, and this spell was sheer Melnics. The change of tongue meant something unknown to Omio - he was going to use an enhancer spell along with his original spell to multiply the effect; in this case, the healing will be four times as effective.

"I call upon the essence of the greater being whom resides as the world, universe, and cosmic forces that rule all. I request thy assistance in my fated task. My power is lower than what I need, and wish for thy power as I heal this tormented soul. May your blessing be upon all whom hear upon my call of healing. May this tormented soul find peace and resolution when the peace is restored to its true nature. Flesh, bone, soul. Mend thyself, and become your former glory. Greater being, I call it so; mend the one before me!"

It would take a small amount time before the spell kicked in - but before it did, Omio was completely exhausted - he dropped to one knee, and began to pant a bit, confident that he did exactly what he needed to. It would just take a minute at most for the one before him, Briena, would soon be able to stand and walk as if nothing had ever happened to her in the first place.

(( Alright. I'm leaving a bit of playing room for anyone else. Anyone else like Omio in Trance? ))

[BrienaSkysong]

Bri's head shot up. She glared around, blue eyes narrowed.
Then she sat up and studied the man warily.
Briena wondered if he would be alright... He seemed quite exhausted.

"Here... Lay down, before you faint. If you are the one who helped me, Thank You Kindly."
She pushed him down gently, having gotten up to her feet.

She had a stubborn look on her face that told she wasn't going to let him say no.
Once she had him down, she ran a hand over his chest, sending a gentle surge of energy into him. This would take away his fatigue and make him feel as though he had slept for a year.

"I have trust in you, as you have helped me. Thus, you may know my name."

She smiled slightly, then spoke.
"My name is Briena Skysong."

She studied the man yet again, those deep blue pools of her eyes seeming to wash over him like a calm wave.

"Why did you help me? I am a stranger."

[Sonusai]

Sonusai woke up from her faint slowly, her ocean colored eyes back to normal. Her olive green skin was flush. What happened? Where was her new friend Omio? She was so confused, but decided to sit tight, and not move, hoping her new friend would come back soon.

(OOC: crap post, but I couldn't think of anything else to write)

[Omio]

He was shoved down with little effort; his physical energy was at almost none, but then - with a touch, it was restored to a high enough amount for him to redevelop the rest of his own energy. Then he was lead into an introduction.

'I have trust in you, as you have helped me. Thus, you may know my name.' And after a brief pause, which was filled with a smile, she spoke again. 'My name is Briena Skysong.'

And then the woman questioned him. 'Why did you help me? I am a stranger.'

And finally, Omio let his own voice convey a meaning; possibly more, if one read into it. "I am Omio. Rather, in a more formal note, Firewing Omio Asylum Nightroad Nilida Stormshadow Taranoshi Silvertongue Masamune." And then he began to complain to himself, though audibly. "Bleh. Why does my name have to be so long...?" And then he readjusted his voice to speak out once again. "I heard your scream from a bit over 1-and-a-half leagues, and was the only one seemingly around to respond quickly."

Then his mind wandered to a grim reminder. "Dammit, Sonusai!" And he spoke he he began to get up. "Oh, god, I hope she isn't dead..." And before he resumed anything else, he was off like a shot out of the bowels of hell, at a harsh dash once again, returning on his way to Sonusai, whom was probably in need of a major checkup. His panic went from low to moderately high with Briena, to moderately low again with that case resolved, and now to extremely high, with Sonusai in possible jeopardy.

However, after the few minutes it took him (a couple more this time because he didn't want to exhaust himself that much again.), He arrived back in the area that Sonusai was at, and with a sigh, he smiled. "Glad to see you're back into reality..." Though I have to admit, reality is really, really cold. It makes me wonder why you came back to it... "Had a wounded one about a league or so away, and I had to tend to that one as well... Now, as you were getting at upon teaching me your tongue?"

(( Don't worry, you had almost nothing to work with, Sonusai. ))

[Hunter_Killer]

((My turn to liven things up with the next post i guess... I just misplaced the story... ))

[Hunter_Killer]

((god everyone was waiting for this... fine then))

The Beastmen drew in their reins at the top of the mountain. Dal'Ngoth dismounted from his mountain Wyvern and looked over the calm forest. He sensed many beings of various power within the expance of tree. He looked to the sky and removed his face mask... Thousands of insects poured from his head until there was a thick cloud in front of him. "Go," his harsh whisper of a voice said only this one word, and the insects disperssed, scouring everything an anything.

The six other Beastmen checked theri weapons and gear. Each wore a facemask and a dark hooded cloak that his their body and what ever the case mask didn't cover. Osimo'Nglon checked his swords, two massive two-handed swords he could weild with only one hand for each. His facemask was a crimson bull demon. Nada'Ngul double checked her crossbows. Both were made from a heavy black material, stronger than steel, and had automatic loaders that fire a clip of 10 bolts with lightning quickness and accuracy. Her face mask was a saphire fox demon. Onju and Onji'Nton were twins. Onju checked his gauntlets, makeing sure his hands were still bound tight with the bandages, while Onji checked the bandages that encased his body under his cloak. They each wore half of one face mask, Onju had the left half of the silver adder demon mask, while Onji had the right half. The second half of both their faces was bandaged completelym showing no signs of what lay underneath. Dos'Ntol examined his host of cruely shapped daggers and checked several of his concealed blades. His face mask was of an onyx panther demon. Sael'Nrada was the only one that remained motionless. Her face mask, a golden wolf demon, glinted in the rising sun.

Dal'Ngoth replaced his black face mask of a dragon demon. Cracking his neck loudly as he twisted it side to side. He rappidly climbed his mount. They pushed off down the cliff, their mounts, gifted with unnatural abilities, clung to the vertical drop with ease.

Behind them, past the mountain pass, the ruined land, once beautiful and living, was now rotted and dead. With pools of sulfer and swamps of mud scouring the earth. The Seven Messangers of Death have awakened.
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Debello opened his eyes, giving chocked, short, raspy breaths. He looked around the field, and felt his sword piercing through him. He reached around behind him, practically dislocating his arms, and wrapped his long white fingers around the hilt and slowly pulled it out...

The fools were too late... The seals of the bringers of death had been broken. And as a payment for his help, they had granted him... immortaility. Debello cackled and pushed himself to his feet. He reached down and picked up his various daggers scattered around the floor. As a safty procaution he transfered his power and voice and memories back into the sword and he sheathed it. He opened a dark portal behind him and left the Lunar Battlegrounds.
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Dal'Ngoth searched their surroundings, the six waiting behind him once more. He removed his face mask and a thick, black swarm of insects returned to their place, and he placed the face mask back. He help up one hand to the six and flashed several signals. They disappeared, following his command. Only Sael'Nrada remained. She moved her mount next to his Mountain Wyvern.

They watched each other for a long time... Soon Sael broke her gaze and lead her mount in a slow walk up to her designated spot. Dal'Ngoth continued to watch her as he told his mount to move forwards once more. It stumbled over a rock he had missed while he was occupied with watvhing Sael. When it almost collapsed, the sudden change was enough to almost throw Dal'Ngoth from his mount. In anger, Dal'Ngoth wrapped his hands around its skull. Slowly applying preassure. His legs began to dig into his mount's sides, so it couldn't dimount him in its current state. He heard a faint crack and he exerted most of his strength instantly. The mountain Wyvern's skull was crushed in seconds, collapsed and dead.

Dal'Ngoth looked at his bloody gauntlets. Insects began to pour from his eye and mothe holes. Covering his gauntlets, feasting on the fresh blood and cleaning them. Once the task was done, the insects swarmed the head of the beast. The sounds of bones cracking and reforming and tissues ripping and sealing, filled the area.

The insects returned to their place with in him and he placed his hands over the beast's skull. A crimson light illuminated the area with a flash. The Mountain Wyvern arose, alive once more, as though nothing had ever happened.

"Interesting trick..." The voice made Dal'Ngoth turn, a vampire stood behind him, yet he sensed immortality behind it. "I am the one that freed you from your chains..." Dal'Ngoth knew this, and he would serve the vampire until the earth was dead... "I suggest you kill the beings in these forests first... they will cause... difficulties..."

The vampire seemed to vanish but Dal'Ngoth followed its path easily. He flexed his gauntlets and set his Mountain Wyvern forwards... Behind him lay the rotting carcass of the mount he had just slain... covered in dust and blood.

The Seven Beastmen have awajened to end the Earth once more.

((There I got my plot idea out, now good luck))

[Sage Akia]

OOC: I'll post sometime later, but due to several football related injuries I will be stuck in bed until my muscles will actually let me move freely.))

[Hunter_Killer]

OOC: Hey so you're no longer critically ill just critically injured? You live a charmed life.

[Omio]

(( So we all have to take Dal'Ngoth out? Joy... ...Time for the professionals to die, basically... u_u;
Agreed, you do have the absolute best of luck out of all of us... >>; [Now you see why I hate Football...] ))

[Hunter_Killer]

((well Dal'Ngoth is ONE of the seven...))

[Sage Akia]

OOC: I do seem to have some pretty good luck, eh? Oh well. I can barely walk or do anything now since every muscle in my damn body is pulled or just hurting. AND I have to do some sort of food drive with my stepdad today.)).

[Omio]

(( @ HK: Well then, we have a legion of hell to take out? [sigh.] Briena, mind if I do a bit of mod-up for Omio so he can actually take care of this? Otherwise, he's going to die premature, which will surely distort later plots severely...
@ Sage: Double-fail. D; I hope you're back in action soon enough.
@ All: Sorry about running the OOC on like this, but we all seem to be waiting for someone... ))

[Hunter_Killer]

((OOc: infact i'm waiting for someone else to post, and i already talked with sage on this earlier. We agreed not even our characters modded up would be able to best them by one's self. This is here to see how well everyone can join-rp and to find their weaknesses. There are a few, dont think i made it impossible.))

[Omio]

(( Risky plot, but alright... =/ I take it everyone here's waiting on Briena, which is logical... ))

[BrienaSkysong]

Bri sighed as she was alone, then looked around.
She felt as though she should stay close to the male...
Arimis, was it?

She stood up and wandered back to the Werewolf.
As soon as she got within range of sight, she flopped down.
She felt sore all over.

She also sensed a stirring of evil...
A soft snarl left her throat.

" 'Arimis, I fear that evil will attack the land... Again.' "
She half spoke this, half Mind-Spoke it.

Her eyes slid shut, and she dozed, but woke up often, restless.
Briena groaned angrilly.
Why her?!
Why did she have to have this life?!
The GrandDaughter of King Lionel looked to the sky and snarled. Fury coursed through her.
She was the granddaughter of two kings. Lionel on her Elven Side.
King Arjacal on her human side.
Her Shifter blood had skipped her Father and landed upon her.
She was the first Female Shifter in the line.

Briena cried to the skies:
"Father! Mother! Run with me this night."
Then her legs crumpled and she fell to her knees, head bowed...
She wept for the losses she had obtained at her early age... The loss of her Village... Her mother and Father.

Her tears, as always, were softer than the sighs of the cold winds of Old Man North. And as harsh within her heart as the fiercely surging, cutting winds of Old Woman South.

And the two winds hit within her heart, yet tossed her hair about with a fury.
Her shoulders shook with the force of her sobs.
She didn't sleep that night.

(Sorry that I haven't been up to date on this. Personal Problems. And Been So SICK! UGH!)