2 Years Ago

The Guilin Forests were once home to the might Guilin elves, the forest obviously named after them. They flourished, creating a tower out of the massive tree that stood in the center of the Forest. Houses build around them in a very organized fashion, spiraling out from the main tower, slowly lowering in height, their roofs were all the tops of the trees, blending in so naturally with the environment around them. The population grew well, the Guilins the barely fitting into the elven family, seeming to be a mix of several races of elves and humans, they were in fact of pure blood. Their talents varied, though every elf had the innate ability of magic, their powers often fluxing as they grew, settling as they reached their mid teens.
Like other elves, they were immortal as far as it came to age, and also, like other elves, the destruction of the world around their forest grieved them. While they had found tranquility in their forest, other elves were being overrun by the swarms of humans, wanting nothing more then complete domination. Trying to destroy everything, even themselves, to the elves, they were a terrifying race. Then came the day, as it comes for every other empire, kingdom, or whatnot, that the Guilins fell.

The Guilins had created several fortresses outside of their forest, though they were nothing like their homeland. They housed beings of every race, become fortresses of "Freedom" as the ones who occupied them spoke. They stood strong, fending off every attack from outsiders with ease, though casualties were great over the years. Most races, including other elves, did not see it fit to allow so many different beings mass together in safety.

The Guilin kingdom fell in the face of a greater demon, Shin'ji. It alone was far more then enough to overthrow the elves, regardless of what they did they could not stop it. Even the king of Guilin, proclaimed the greatest mage in the kingdom could not stop it. The city was left in ruins, what elves survived fleeing from it, desperate to find a new home. Shortly afterwards the demon vanished, moving to another area or just going to lay low for a while they didn't know.

The only structure left standing in Guilin, is a massive warpway that formed after it's destruction. No one is certain of where it comes from, made of a grey stone creating a huge open circle, a transparent, but constant blue sheet of light filling the circle. Huge runes on the side, about 5 feet squared each, written all along the massive circle, the stone curving out and back in to form the circle, no less then 50 feet into the air. The warpway is said to take the traveler where he is needed the most, though that could be claimed inaccurate, as the results of where you end up are often, unpredictable.
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Present, 117 By the Desert Empires Calender, Huet
The Demon Shin'ji had been defeated just 3 days ago, the resulting explosion split Koros party.

Koro ran through the forest, where had they gone. He'd been searching for at least a day now, since we woke up from the Shock impact of that blast. How could something like this happen he though, his cloak drenched heavily in rain, flat against his back rather then blazing a trail behind him as it usually did. He had his hood up, the light sandy colour of his Cloak now a medium brown, he hated the rain. It was freezing, and he'd grown up in the Desert for a good portion of his life.

He snuck under a nearby tree for cover, he was drenched. He was at the ruins of the old kingdom now, it was still a mess. He looked around, leaning against the tree, bow leaning against his arm, hidden under his cloak. His quivers appeared something like a rucksack on his back, hidden under the strange desert fabric. He felt some rain seeping through the tree, landing directly on his head... drop... after drop... after drop. He almost wanted to scream in annoyance, this whole day had been a nuisance. He would never have had any of these problems if he didn't leave that desert. The desert was great, it was always warm, rarely raining. Though when it did rain it was just as bad as the hell he was in right now. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore everything around him. Hoping that when he opened them again he would see Kyisha looking down on him, that image alone could put him at ease. He lay there against the tree, thinking, just barely on the edge of consciousness.

"I fucker hate nature..."

Constatine, the man who was a multiversal criminal. A gunslinger who had taken the path to darkness, further than any other gunslinger but Lael himself had taken. The darkness that welled inside of him showed in the way he walked through the forest. The rain was testing his patience at this moment, and the presperation slowly creeped and clouded the lenses of his glasses. He could tell where he was going even without them, so he decided not to wipe the glasses. Normally this was the part where he wiped the lenses and began to shoot at random plants, creatures, and nature around him. Even after his years of service, he wasn't a nature type of person. This being a rain forest, was the one place he didn't want to be right now.

Stepping on a branch that was snapped in half under the bottom of his shoe, he breathed slowly as he stared at the natural structure before him. A large beautiful and healthy tree, rich with minerals and life. Towering into the great sky, that boomed with lightning from above. He hadn't seen such a big tree since his journeys during 'The Great Conflict'. He could see someone running over in the circumfrential area of the tree, and as he did he just stared for a moment. A small smile stretched on his face as he resumed walking down the path that he had taken into the ruins of the city.

OOC: I wrote a better post (Alot better) but it got deleted as I finished it. Hope this suffices in its place.

3 days since the blast that shook the planet, and Exile was just now getting close. This human had not steed and could only rely on his feet to carry him. Born from a gypsy whores night with a Barbarian, Exile was a mix of primal strength crossed with deception in his blood. The gypsy stood seven feet tall though was not as heavy as a full blooded barbarian. He had colored eyes crossed and blond hair, though his skin remained dark with a distinct hint of red in it; possibly from traversing through the desert by caravan.

His expensive robes were soaking wet though he seemed to move undisturbed by the showers of rain. His hair stuck to the back of his neck, collection water and draining it down his chest and back, though still, the gypsy seemed to shake off and feelings discomfort. He carried with him a huge walking stick, better recognized as a highly decorated 10 foot long Lance. The weapon looked to be made of solid metal, though Exile moved it as if it was nearly weightless. There were strange factors at play there for the blade surely weight close to 100lbs. This over grown gypsy also wore much jewelry on his ears and face, little jewels pressed into precious metals and pierced over his brown and high on the ear. The body of the man was concealed by the thick wet clothing, though it too told a story of this strange half breed that wandered through the multiverse.

Exile's journey through the forest was though, though not strained. He did not show signs of exhaustion or stress as he was subjected to rain and cold wind. He had not special affinity for the forest, though there was no disdain for it either. The man was native and felt home in all parts of natural world. What brought him this direction though was the gypsy in him. The power from the blast still lingers in the air, like a aura of fallout from the demons presence. With this sudden flux of energy, amazing things are created, the kind to be sold, or the kind wielded for personal use. Exile knew these ways well and came to search, to hunt, and possible even scavenge some of the rarest artifacts present in this battle.

Exile's search begins in the ruins of the city, near the center of the explosion and where a gate was rumored. His senses were only as keen as trained human, unable to detect the little elf in the trees. He too passed the large tree though looked at it with less awe than the man who passed only minutes before Exile. The gypsy examined the tree for just a moment, as if to test it for treasure, and then continued on his way toward the ruins. The presence of death was not visible, though seemed to haunt the air. The Spirit Lance in Exiles hand felt peculiar today. Like it was caught in an abysmal gel made of the souls of the recent departed.

A trade caravan saw the explosion and disucssed with each other if they should check it out. Eventually they decided to check it out. They went in the forest and into the ruins of the city. Little did they know that when they went into this city, they were about to unleash a great power from just an ordinary looking egg.

The caravan was slowly making its way through the ruins, and the warriors of the caravan were on high alert, their weapons barred, ready for anything. After hours and hours of searching they started to give up looking for anybody. But then they found somebody, he was wearing a cloak and was resting against a tree.

the leader of the caravan began talking. " hmm he seems like he is unconcious, give him some food and water." The people of the caravan put fresh food and water at Koro's side and went back to the caravans. then one child took a very large egg, about the size of Koro's pack, and put it at Koro's side also. The leader of the caravan asked the boy why he did this. The boy said they would never sell it, they couldn't even break it open to eat it, the shell was too tough, and mabye it would bring him luck. The caravan leader accepted this and left the egg there. He then put some medical supplies by him and then ordered the rest of the caravan to move out.

"If there is anybody else in this city we will help them" he said as they slowly made there way through the ruins.

Koro's eyes burst open. Koro looked at the food and water, as if there wasn't enough water here already, and put them in a pouch inside his cloak, then peered at the egg, somewhat confused. He carried it in his right arm, then looked around. He heard footsteps, faintly, and barely heard through the rain, but they were there. He quickly stood, sliding his back up the tree as he did. You could never trust someone you met in an area such as this. They were usually looking to kill something, but sometimes having other, strange reason. He closed his eyes, concentrating on every sound around him. There were two figures, though in the rain he couldn't tell much more then that. He managed to catch one leaving, stalking behind him, staying as hidden as possible.

His ears made out every distinct footstep this figure made, the slosh of water being displaced for every step. It aggrivated him, everything about water did. He wanted to go back to his desert, though that wasn't much of an option at this point. He could drop the egg if the figure noticed him, though he'd rather like to see what it contained, useful or not. He decided to follow this figure, just in case they found something of interest, keeping about 15 meters away while following and making sure to stay behind densely branched off areas.

Ryza moved through the city, his hands cupped inside his robes, and his hood up. The very image of death itself, his black robes fluttering through the abyssal rain, he hated it. It soaked his igredients for magic, it also stained his robe. Good thing he had put spells agaisnt this. He continued onward, searching for his lost companians. The explosion was unbelieveable, the magic released from it was amazing.

Ryza had first set out to find Shin'jis remains, they could come in handy. He then headed out to find his companians, he hoped that Koro and Kyshia were alright. There was a deep power in that girl, Ryza had felt it when he came upon her the first time. He wondered where Zurimono had gone to, dissapeared from the area. He felt no signature of life in the ruins, reminded him of his home. He shook the thoughts away and continued, searching for his companians.

Ryza was also slightly worried that the explosion may have altered some things in the city. If thier were any animals here, they would not be alright. This could work to the mages advantage, more souls to reap, but the creatures could be extremely dangerous. Or maybe they died, it would work that way, he'd just take thier body parts and examine them. They could be useful spell components.

Shiark grumbled in his pocket, something about the rain. The demon had gotten away from Ryzas grasp before, corrupting a phoneix, then kidnapping Koro's beloved Kyshia. Ryza had set out with Koro and Zurimono, a large werewolf, to destroy Shiark. Ryza had instead kept Shiark to himself, a secret to all of his companians.

He then stopped abruptly, he felt a strange power. He began to walk swiftly towards it, he looked like a specter, floating down the road. He soon reached the area, to see Koro leaning agaisnt a tree. With a egg near him.

Koro heard Ryza's footsteps behind them, though unsure of who it was, jumped straight to the conclusion of him being a potential threat. The figure walking away didn't matter now, any second he could get shot from behind, stabbing, skewered, blown up, the possibilities were endless. He clenched his teeth together and with incredible speed, dropped the egg, using his foot to guide it gently onto the ground and kicked off the tree, diving sideways through the air, flipping and having an air out of its quiver in a split second. He recognized the black robes, though his mind told him that it could really be anyone, and if it was Ryza, he would have no problem dealing with this attack.

He knocked the arrow while airborne, the water had made the grass slippery, allowing him to slide on his landing. He fired the arrow, aiming for the center of the chest, about two feet into the slide. The black bow itself bent backwards like an elastic band. The moment the arrow was released it shot forward at an amazing speed, though just a normal one. Regardless of how well Koro could aim, after a movement like that it was off a bit, flying dead for the inner section of Ryzas right shoulder, as he slid along the ground behind the cover of his tree, his bow already under his cloak again.

Water could lower the performance of his bow, stiffening the strange breed of wood. It made it less elastic like, and made it liable to snap if used with too much force over an extended period of time. This type of weather was horrible for him, he might have to resort to melee. He leaned over slightly, looking to see how the target had dealt with his attack, or if the blow landed.

As Koro fired the arrow Ryza sighed, he didn't want to waste magic. He was about to tell Koro that it him, to late now. With lightening fast reflexes, using magic, he caught the arrow in midair. He snapped it in half, staring at Koro, who was looking at him from behind a tree. He was happy to see another companian, Shiark was getting aggravating, complaing about everything.

"Is this how you greet friends?" he laughed for a moment.

Ryza had always liked Koro, bold, brave, willing to die for Kyshia. That was his one weakness, to die for Kyshia, Ryza knew love could be strong. However it could easily be used as a weakness. A weakness, that Ryza would never be vulnerable to, maybe the only person he'd sacrifice himself for would be his new companians. Maybe Shiark too. He sighed then and started walking towards Koro.

(OOC: She's a little protective, eh? I would've written more but I keep worrying about my computer crashing.)

Synya crouched behind a tree, glaring at the men fighting in her forest. Her black hood was pulled over her head, and the rain slid off the silver strands woven in. Quiet footsteps stopped at her knee and growled. Synya glared into the silver eyes that stared at her slightly protectively. The silver eyes glared straight back. "What could you do, Cat?" She asked in a hushed voice, but lowered the harshness by absently stroking the cat's black and gray back. The cat looked up at her, and then let out a low hiss as water fell into its face. Before more water could hit it, it disappeared underneath Synya's cloak.

Synya shifted her position on the molding leaves and cringed as a twig snapped under her black boot. Without another thought of the men fighting in her forest, she swept the cat up in her arms and rushed back towards her cabin, anxious to stay sheltered from the storm and the sudden strangers. She hadn't seen new people in months. Once within the relative safety of her home Synya dared to pull her cloak off, and carefully hung it on a metal hook by her door. She thus revealed her thick, wavy black hair, which at odds with her young face was streaked with silver.

Koro recognized the voice, relieved that it was in fact, Ryza. He walked out of his cover, the hood had managed to stay on his head when he flipped because it was matted down against his hair by the rain. He disliked it, he loved the feel of the wind from his actions ripping the hood off his head. He was used to it, and it became habit. But finding Ryza wandering through here, was it coincidence or did he somehow know. Ryza was always somewhat mysterious to him, trustworthy, but mysterious nonetheless.

"I'm a little surprised to see you here" He said, walking towards the black mage, then suddenly turning for a moment as his ears picked up a twig snapping. And light running from them. His elven ears easily following the sounds. "Someones here" he said, all other thoughts pressed aside to pursue this new being. "Quick Ryza, before I lose their trail" and with that he was off. Dashing almost silently through the trees, the occasion light brush of him slipping between branches.

He ran to keep pace with this new being, not wanting to get too close while chasing them, but a little worried about falling too far behind as well. In this rain the distance he could hear, and even see in, was far more limited then that which he was used to. He was also slowed, the water drenching his clothing weighing him down, but still fairly quick. Eventually he came to a cabin, someone actually lived here. He thought these ruins would be complete deserted after an even like that, but perhaps it was just an unknowing being, but still. Of all places.

He crouched down, staying in as much cover as he could, nearing the door. Not even thinking about whether Ryza had been able to keep up, he slid his back up against the wall, ear next to the door, listening inside to try to get an idea of who, or what, the being inside this cabin was.

Ryza followed Koro slowly, he used his magic to follow Koros life essence. He wondered what he had heard, hopefully it was some small animal. A rabbit, or a squirrel.

Ryza continued to follow, he started to wonder what happened to the others. Maybe they had died in the explosion. Hopefully not, they were good friends and companians. Also these were dangerous times, demons running about, mechanoids in the north, news of armies to the west. War was brewing, Ryza could feel it.

Ryza continued to follow Koro, when they reached a cabin, Ryza didn't know what to say. The fact that the cabin survived years of staying here was a, miracle. Gulin had been abondoned for many years, he didn't know what to say. Maybe it was a elf, harboring magical items, he hoped so. The elves were known for thier great magic. Ryza was always vying for more power, after all that was what his robes dictated.

He stared at Koro as he listened to hear inside, he hoped that they were friends inside.

Feora suddenly awakened. She felt as if she was cramped in a very small space, much too small. She tried to look around but could not move her head. She suddenly realized what happened, she was back in an egg. Curses! Feora muttered to herself inside the small egg. It will take forever for me to stretch out my wings. Feora slowly built up concentration, it was hard to even telepathically talk inside this egg, it was so cramped. She tried and tried but could not get a message out. Feora just sat there. She thought it was strange, sound could get in the egg, but her voice could not. She could hear everything going on, even the slight sound of an arrow flying through the air.

Feora concentrated again, hoping to get a message out. She did not make the message to a specific person, rather, she just said the message in her mind, projecting it to everybody who was within a mile.

Hello? My Name is Feora, Is anybody there?

Synya closed her eyes, concentrating. She heard words uttered, but was unable to truly hear it, she could hear it like a whisper, but it seemed different, a different essence than anything human. Her breath became ragged as she struggled to hear, as she felt a sense of urgency about it. The cat paced around her feet, feeling her discomfort in his very bones. Then in a heart beat he leaned against her shins and she fell backwards into a chair, adding a small thunk into the noise of the forest.

"Yes, yes." Synya said quietly under her breath. The cat seemed to stare, as if human at her heart shaped face, young yet it was surrounded by already slightly silvered thick and black hair. "That would be greatly appreciated." She added with a smile, and the cat meowed back. "Of course." Then with a small shake of her head she opened the door. The cat ran out and Synya stepped out the door after him. "Hello?" She turned the corner and leaned against the side of her cabin. "Visitors so soon? Its only been a year since my last visit." Synya rolled her eyes as she stared at two men listening at her wall.


Meanwhile


The cat stalked silently through the trees, listening carefully to all the sounds. His ears strained, as in his mind he cursed the small legs of a cat. He stopped in a clearing where action seemed to have taken place. His ears strained once more as he tried to locate life. Then letting out a yowl of approval he stopped over an egg. Then after licking it once he picked it up in his mouth and made his way carefully back to the cabin.

Koro stared at her for a moment suprised, did she know she was being followed from the start? No normal human had heard his steps before, unless she was something like Ryza, the magic sorts. Or she could have been used to this, but why? He disregarded his thoughts, standing with straight with his back off the wall now. "W-well... I thought you might've been an enemy, hard to tell with the rain and all". He chuckled nervously between a few words while saying this, feeling a little guilty. "We can leave if you want, well, uh I'm sorry" he almost laughed, he couldn't stand situations like this, it was awkward.

His ears couldn't pick up that voice through all the rain, they were too far away now, and the shell muffled it even more nonetheless. But he did suddenly remember the egg, he forgot it completely admist the events a moment ago. He didn't want to seem suspicious and didn't start heading for it, instead watching in suprise as the cat brought it back. Strange, why would a cat bring back an egg, if anything they'd have broken it open for food perhaps. He knew almost nothing about these animals, at least not the smaller ones. He had hunted a few of the bigger ones in his past, but even then he never learned about their antics, and his curiosity began to peak.

Feora felt the cat lick the egg. Oh god, don't you dare eat this egg! Feora ended up yelling. Then suddenly she felt as if she was being picked up. Feora wondered why the cat wouldn't eat the egg and pick it up instead. She went through all the possible reasons in her head but came up with nothing. Perhaps it wants to play with it's food.

Feora heard the voices again, one sounded strangely like somebody she knew but she ignored it. She concentrated on getting another message out. She kept trying but the egg was dampening her telepathic abilities. Dam this egg! And then she felt it, her telepathic abilities surged. She figured out that she must get mad to send out a message. She wondered what to get mad about, there certainly was plenty to be mad about. She decided on being trapped in this confounded egg. She concentrated on this thought and got a message through, this time it was loud and clear.

Hello?... Hello?... Is anybody there? Please, if you hear me, Break the egg so i may be set free.

Ryza stayed in the shadows, only the bottom of his robes appearing in the moonlight. When suddenly he heard a voice, it surprized him. The voice was full of power and strength, it sounded ancient. He tried to discern where it had come from, however he couldn't find out. Perhaps it was Shiark playing with his mind. Ryza did not know, he would investigate later.

At the moment he was staring at a small cottage, he continued to stay in the shadows as a woman left the cottage. She began to talk, Ryza just continued to stare, a little less interested now, considering that the woman did not appear magi. He did notice a cat stalking silently away, toward the direction they had come. It was probably gathering information on them, finding weaknesses so that this woman could kill them. Ryza was going to be on guard.

"It sounds you do not consider visitors a luxury, strange, are you alone in these woods?"

He said to the woman, he hoped that others were in these woods. Survivors of a massive demonic explosion would be, interesting to examine.

Ryza continued to glare at her, when suddenly the cat returned with the egg.

Rya was confused on why the cat had not eaten the egg when suddenly a voice rang through the area. Ryza recongized it as the voice that he may have heard earlier. He then relized that the voice was coming from the egg.

"There is a magical creature inside that egg."

(Sorry, I'm going through serious writers block with all the RP's I'm in.)

Synya started as Ryza mentioned the creature in the egg. "Of course." She mentioned offhandedly, though not magic in the least Synya knew about magic, and the many oddities in the forest. "You do happen to be in a forest, more importantly this forest." She continued to glare at Ryza, the tension between them was very obvious. In a voice almost alive with poison she added, "No, I don't get many visitors, so I tend to hope that they are able to make pleasant conversation." She paused and took a deep breath, ridding her voice of most of it's anger. "I don't know of any others who live in this forest. But then I also don't know who is outside of the forest either. Or whats going on out there." Her face took on an almost desperate look for a moment, and then righted itself to almost cold, but not quite.

Synya turned to Koro, "It's OK, I usually prefer for visitors to announce themselves, so I don't look quite so harried when I greet them." Synya let out an almost bell-like laugh. She felt bad for this one, not quite as on guard with him. Then she turned her attention to both of them, "Well, since I don't get many visitors I prefer for my hospitality not to be horrible. Would you like to come inside from the rain?" She then nodded at the cat and he headed inside after laying the egg at Ryza's feet. "Now let's get out of the rain." She added with a slight smile.

Koro was shocked, even after he had stalked her back to her home she'd still give them hospitality. Though she didn't seem to care much for Ryza, something against dark mages possibly, he didn't see anything wrong with what he said, though it could have been because they were companians and he had grown used to the mage. Though he would be more then happy to get out of the rain, he nodded, quietly saying "Thanks" alot more relaxed now. He already had a small amount of trust in this woman, there was no need not to really. If she was a threat then one of them would already be gone.

He walking into the house, casually, but quickly, wanting nothing more then to be rid of this horrible wet world. The cabin was cozy, far warmer then outside, though even a cave would be in this weather. And, the most wonderful of all, it was dry. He walked straight to a window, looking outside, internally he was glaring at the rain, somewhere in his mind this was a victory for him. He had beaten the rain, previously thought unavoidable, and suddenly, all the feeling was lost, realizing it wouldn't stop by the time he had to leave again. He turned his head slightly towards the womans direction, "You *he took a small breath, hoping for the best* don't mind halfbreeds, do you?" He was slightly worried about what her answer would be, forcing himself not to turn his head back.

Ryza glared back at the women, he shrugged then picked up the egg and walked inside.

"Thank you for your kind hospitality" he said sarcasticly, he did not trust this women. Maybe he was being paranoid, however he would be on guard. He followed Koro into the cabin, he was also happy to be out of the rain, it was wet cold and depressing. The cabin was nice and warm.

Ryza stalked over to a chair in the corner and sat himself down. He continued to glare at the egg in his hands, a great beast lived in this egg. Maybe it was a dragon, he doubted it. However this creature would defenaitly become a one of great power. He could feel the power resonating from inside it, power that he may be able to harness.

He then heard Koros question, he regarded it, despite his dislike for the women. He did not want to leave. He stared at her, hoping she would say yes.

He continued to look at the egg, what could possibly be in there. A phoenix? Impossible, there were so few phoenixs left. The creatures words had sounded ancient and wise however, maybe it was someone trapped in this egg like prison. He sighed and then went back to staring at the women.

Feora was starting to get angry, she knew everybody heard her words, why did they not free her. All they need is somebody truely innocent to hold the egg, or bash it with a large enough object, and it would open. She was getting very cranky, her being several millenia old was all that kept her from going into a tantrum.

She staretd squirming in the egg, hoping she could make it break from the inside. She also started breathing her hpoenix fire, the hottest it gets. As she did this soemthing happened to the egg.

The egg started shaking as she squirmed, so much so, it fell from ryza's grasp. then when it hit the grouns, it staretd glowing red hot because of the fire, making the wood the egg touched slightly burn.