The Travellers: A Nexus RP Sidestory
((I figured I'd compile the whole thing in a single post for whatever reason. Thought up the name in 5 seconds. Perfect.))
Location: Unknown. Time: Unknown.
The air is still and hot, and the sky, if there is one, is pitch black.
As far as the eye can see there are black, metallic trees with glowing amber leaves, providing the only light.
Four robed humanoid figures sit on black logs around the last embers of a campfire, clinging onto their heat like a final breath.
One figure nudges the one to the left of him in the arm.
Heibegsyr?
Mm? *The figure stirs, having apparently been asleep*
Do you think we'll ever find the way out?
I wouldn't worry myself with such a thing...
If we get out, we get out. If we don't, we don't. That's the way it goes, y'know?
...
*The third figure leans against the fourth, much to his alarm*
Kalykne?
...
*He taps her lightly, then again with more force*
It's happened again.
Damn... Guess we won't be movin' on for a while longer.
*He grabs a twig and pokes the embers with it until it glows a soft yellow*
yal'x fendt nuri kebb releksei reneden...
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Location: Unknown. Time: Unknown.
The woods are as still as before, and would be indistinguishable if not for the river of a thick, glowing violet gas flowing through a large ravine in the ground. Some of the gas is rising up, forming a knee-deep transluscent cloud of fog.
The four cloaked figures from previously walk up to the ravine, keeping their distance, except for one, who gets up close and looks over the edge.
Here. This is gate out.
You're kidding, right? Do you have any idea how far down that could go?
Oooh, oooh! I've got a thing for that!
Oh god...
*The one runs up to the the ravine and begins speaking rapidly in a foreign language before falling off the edge and into it*
Heibegsyr! *She runs up and looks over the edge*
I don't see him...
...
Was this part of the spell?
I'm not knowing. *Begins to run to the ravine but is grabbed by the fourth figure*
Oi, you are NOT jumping in there.
Why I'm not?
Whatever you say about it, this doesn't look safe...
I'm not sure what happened to Heibegsyr and I haven't seen any sign that he's okay or otherwise. I say we get away from this gas and wait... If he sends a signal of some kind we'll continue... If not, we'll keep searching.
Mmmmmm... Okay. I will wait. But if he is not returning, I jump in and find him.
I said n-
Wait, I think I saw movement!
...
Maybe.
-
Location: Unknown. Time: Unknown.
In the middle of a lush jungle, a man sits alone, sighing to himself.
His hair is blond and tied back in a ponytail and he has a strong 5 o' clock shadow. He's caucasian, and his eyes are bright red.
He wears a simple grey ballcap and an unbuttoned, collared olive shirt with a plain brown vest overtop. His pants are equally as plain as the rest of his attire, and his shoes are scuffed, with melted soles as though he's been somewhere hot. Slung across his shoulder is a small satchel with chalk dust on it. He scratches the back of his neck while looking around, before sighing again.
Guess they aren't comin'... Shouldn't be too surprised, I guess.
*He stands up and stretches, and, pulling a piece of red chalk out of his pouch, begins to draw a rune of some kind*
Meanwhile? Elsewhere...
We will not leaving him!
*One of the robed figures from before backs up against the ravine*
Don't do anything stupid, Kalykne!
You know, maybe she's right, Yultehgen.
I mean, yeah, he's nuts but he's also our best bet at getting out of here.
Even Cirlaenul can't work with the spirits as well as he can, and I'd rather trust the spirits than my own sense of direction in this pla-OH CRAP!
*Cirlaenul's legs buckle and her head tilts to the side, and before a moment has passed she falls backward into the ravine*
*Yultehgen yells and dives in after her, headfirst*
Well, damn. *The remaining figure walks up to the edge and lets herself fall forward with her arms spread out*
-
Location: Unknown. Time: Ages ago.
Heibegsyr, his body obscured by a tan cloak, walks alone in the middle of a sandstorm. As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but sand. Sand on the ground. Sand in the sky. Sand in his eyes. His skin is blistered and cut, and he's making slow progress against the wind.
Of course you would! OF COURSE!
Oh let's go out in the big freakin' miniture-rock-blizzard-SANDSTORM-whatever.
Who cares?! Sand, tiny rocks, they're in m'nose, m'eyes, m'ears, under m'skin-I doubt they care what I call them-GENIUS.
LISTEN. CRAPPY MIND-GUY. I'VE VERY LITTLE TIME FOR THIS SINCE I'M BUSY DYING TO NATURE STONING ME TO DEATH.
OH'LL YOU SHADDUP ALREADY AND GET OUT OF MY HEAD-or maybe not. Maybe, just maybe, you can ACTually be of SOME DAMN USE TO ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE OR UNLIFE OR WHATEVER THE HELL-okaylet'snotgetofftrackhereyeah? You're gettin' me outta here with whatever CRAPPY VOODOO NONSENSE you've got. I'm all outta juice but I'm sURE you can come up with SOMEthing.
...
No? Whaddyameanno?
Hey, unless you wanna find yourself 'nother head to go YELLIN' IN, I sugGEST you FIND a WAY t' FIX thIS.
Oh will you look at that? The sandstorm's clearin'. Nothankstoyou.
What the hell do I even call you? I'm sure you've got yourself a name somewhere in that mess of thoughts.
...Oh?
Hm. Not as interestin' as I'd hoped. Actually, that's hella boring.
I'll just call you Jimbo.
No?
Murphy?
No?
Fine, have 't your way... Useless freakin' mind-guy...
-
One of the robed figures suddenly flies out of a ravine... somewhere. The desert air is dry and she covers her eyes as the sun shines in them for the first time in a long time, before realizing with horror that she's been launched into the air. She flails around for a moment before being caught midair by a man with dark skin and shoulder-length curly black hair, with a goatee to top it all off. His eyes are a darker shade than his skin, and he wears a black, collared shirt and a white necktie that glows in the sun, along with a heavy-looking brown coat that goes down to his ankles and a matching tall but floppy conical witchlike hat.
Got you.
Yultehgen!
*He falls to the ground, landing with a thud, and puts the girl on the ground*
I was starting to think you'd never follow us.
Oh come on, it didn't take me that long.
...
We arrived a week ago.
Wha-?
I've been keeping watch from that town in the distance.
*He points to a large, walled city shadowed partially by the sun*
I was ready to move on but Kalykne insisted we stay.
Come on, let's walk back. The heat isn't too bad right now and I'm sure you miss the sun.
...
A WEEK? I followed you a few seconds after you left!
You have a lot of explaining to do magic man!
...But thanks for saving me...
And staying.
-
The village, smack-dab in the middle of a desert that seems to stretch on forever, is deserted. The buildings and walls, made from sandstone, are all heavily eroded, and some have collapsed from the wear. Many are buried partially or completely by sand. The girl and her partner enter one of the more structurally sound buildings, going down stairs until they're half underground. The room is covered in colorful patterned rugs, faded from time, and the only light source is a small horizontal slit of a window, half-way up the room, at ground level outside. The girl takes her cloak off and tosses it aside, revealing her long copper hair. She has greyish skin dashed with freckles and striking violet eyes. Her ears are pointed and stick out slightly to the side. She has a simple brown robe on, and her exposed wrists and ankles are covered with bandages.
Where's Cirlaenul? *She brushes the last of the sand out of her hair*
Probably in the back, sleeping. I'll go check on her.
Make yourself comfortable.
*Yultehgen walks through an open doorway and heads down a hall*
>So... What do you think of think of this mess, Uilo? You've been pretty silent.<
>...
I believe this is the beginning of something really terrible.
Heibegsyr Sheinam... Hm.<
-
Heibegsyr Sheinam lays on a barebones bed in a wooden room, covered in blankets. Outside, it's so dark a night that nothing is visible through the window.
*Heibegsyr is shaking violently*
No no No no NO!
YES!
MAYbe.
I don't even know! HOW 'BOUT YOU TELL ME?
Listen MIND GUY, I DO NOT need your FREAKing SHENANNIGANS today!
Oh SHUT THE HELL UP! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!
IF I COULD KILL YOU I'D HAVE A LONG TIME AGO!
*An elderly man pokes his head through the door*
Sir? Is everythi-
:dleks eent yerekal a worod iktelsif:
Pardo-?
*The man is flung forward through the window*
GO.
AWAY.
I'm havin' a FREAKIN' CONVERSATION HERE YOU ASSWIPE!
Some peoPLE have NO resPECT, don't you aGREE?
HA! SOMETHING WE ACTUALLY AGREE ON. WOW. WHO'DA THUNK?!
Now LEAVE. ME. ALONE. FOR. THE. NIGHT. YOU. DAMNED. HEADACHE!
Elsewhere...
Still in the sandstone building. Not much has changed other than it being slightly darker. It seems like the sun is going down.
*Yultehgen enters the room, looking at the girl, who seems to be staring off into space*
Are you talking to the blade, Wytnner?
Hm? Oh. Yeah. She's called Uilohrih you know.
A weapon with a name and sex... Never in all my years, even with my magic training, I'd never have expected. Hm.
*Coughs*
So how's Cirlaenul?
As I expected, she's out cold... Her spells seem to be getting more frequent...
and I'm getting worried that soon she simply won't awaken again...
*Looks out the window*
I think we should get out of here as soon as possible. I doubt the heat's doing her any good; besides, we need to find Heibegsyr.
Mm. *He gives a slight nod*
>You're going to search for Sheinam no matter what I tell you, aren't you?<
>Of course! While he may not be the... sanest person ever, he's nice. I'm not going to just leave him!<
>I'll tell you again: It's futile... Trust me, if I could change this, I would!<
>...Sorry. I know I should trust you more, but I have to go with my heart here.<
-
The three figures exit the sandstone building as a gust of wind blows by. The air is hot and humid, and the sky clouded over.
Cirlaenul Kalykne pulls down her hood, revealing her head. Her skin is pale yellowish-beige and her pale blue eyes slanted slightly. She has on a pair of thick glasses and a black ribbon headband in her long, messy teal hair, and a similar ribbon is tied around her neck. A pair of small pointed black horns sit on top of her head.
Ah! Sky water! I hope it fall soon!
You and me both...
This... doesn't seem right.
This place looks like it hasn't been rained on in centuries.
It's too much of a coincidence...
Oh come on! It's rain. Just enjoy it!
C'mon, Cirlaenul, do you sense anything weird?
*She stops and looks forward blankly for a moment*
No. No weird.
See? It's fine.
...
*Sighs*
Well, fine. I suppose if we're going to move we might as well do so while it's cooler.
-
It's early morning in the woodland village, and the sun is just beginning to rise. Small huts and large stone buildings surround a central statue depicting a gigantic winged serpent which towers above the treetops. The broken corpse of an elderly man lies in front of the town inn, and is surrounded by broken glass from the window he was ejected from.
*Sheinam stands on top of the statue*
UP AND AT'EM EVERYBODY!
...
HEEEEYYYYY! I SAAAIIIIID WAAAAAKE UUUUUP!!
*A few confused villagers peek out of their windows*
WHY HELLO THERE! How're you today, because I'm DAMN FANTASTIC!
*A man sees the corpse and yells aloud*
Oh, seen my handiwork, eh?
Well, I guess you don't really have me exactly to thank for that. Thank the simpleton in my head!
What was his name? Shame man? Shennim? Shranem?
Oh, it doesn't matter either way.
SAMHAIN IS HERE TO END YOUR SUFFERING! But first, begin it!
HEHEHEAHEHAHA!
-
The village is burning to the ground. People run from buildings as their flesh chars and their innards are boiled by their own blood.
Children sit next to their parents' bodies, crying both for their loss and their own wounds.
The grass is red and corpses lay everywhere, some with their eyes scorched out of their skulls, others torn to pieces, their intestines lining the pathways.
Samhain grasps the remains of a green eye in his hand and has a short staring contest with it before tossing it skyward. A widow grasps the hand of her husband, impaled with numerous glass shards, as she bleeds out from the gaping hole where her leg once was. The fire spreading from their quaint home soon engulfs their bodies, orange flames licking at the grey hairs and wrinkled skin. Before long, the last screams have stopped, and the only sound remaining is that of crackling fire.
You are just NO fun, are ya? Hm?
...
Nothing? Really? Not ONE lousy excuse for a FIGHTER.
I'M AMAZED YOU SURVIVED THIS LONG!
Mmmm...
Where to go next?
It's a WHOLE NEW WORLD out there!
I can't wait, can you ol' Shanem?
...
No words? You finally give up, eh?
HA! GREAT! I was gettin' tired a' your emotions and your pain and your sorrow.
TALK ABOUT bringin' a guy dowwwn!
All the WORLD'S A GRAVE! Hm? D'ya get it? Like stage?
Nothin'? Damn you really are gone, aren't ya?
No matter, I'll have PLENTY of fun on my own!
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Update 1: Introduction