Survival 101 - Finding Mike
Game 2
Blog Entry 16
Damien, Ryan, Alice, Amaru and Leaf scurried the area for a moment, still finding no one while night was beginning to settle in. Amaru was first to speak, his voice weak and strangled with disgust while he pointed behind thick folliage where he found two rotting bodies. Damien and Ryan took a look at what the mage had found: two dead men whose corpses had already bloated with decomposition. They were still intact enough to show heavy marks and bruises caused by fighting.
Alice kept looking, until, behind the curtains of one of the tents, she found another body with its face in the dirt. She called out to the men who were still investigating their find, and turned the body over on its back. It felt heavy and stiff, as if it had been filled with sand. Mike stared up at her with wide, but expressionless eyes. Life had gone out of them a while back. His throat was lacerated into a deep cut, from left to right like a second, red, toothless grin. Dirt had filled it, bugs as well. The blood from the deep gash had coagulated. Mike's clothes were ripped, from his pants to his shirt. It had gone into a dark pink shade as it had absorbed the blood coming from more gaping wounds on the chest and below.
The smell of rot had already begun filling the air as soon as she had moved the corpse over. She had to cover her mouth and nose with her hand, standing up to let the others glance down at what remained of Mike Ironside.
This had happened a while back, but not nearly late enough for the body to start decomposing to an unrecognizable shape.
"That's him alright...", Damien whispered, "What the heck were you doing to get into so much trouble?"
The corpse only looked with gaping eyes back, the red gash in his throat grinning further in response. Ryan sighed and closed his eyes, shaking his head softly. Mike had been the kind to head off on his own, getting into a lot of trouble, but no trouble was so great his packmates would not have been able to help. Guilt momentarily filled the leader, and now, he had no idea what to do. Burying him seemed like the right answer, the right, human way of thinking answer, but at the same time, he felt it was not quite right.
Not quite right until a little evening fog settled in above his feet and covered Mike like a soft sheet. And still he remained stuck there, watching and watching, while the sheet covered Mike some more and some more and eventually, it was impossible to see him at all, and it was impossible to see ten feet before you, then five feet, then two feet.
Alice rubbed at her arms and shuddered violently, her breath shaping the fog at her lips.
And they knew then that something was wrong.
They knew something was coming.
But they saw nothing.
To be continued...
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Survival 101 - (Awakened Sight)
Survival 101 - Awakened Sight
Game 2
Blog Entry 15
The table was about ten meters long, with leather chairs for what looked like what could have been company meetings and such. The man who stared with a glare and fire in his eyes and his hands on the table kept his gaze on the group as they sat down with some discomfort. He looked at them all, one by one, one after the other, studying their faces, their shapes, their intention in such dreaded and deadly silence it would have put a black hole to shame.
Eventually, he rested deeper into his chair in a more relaxed pose and crossed his arms. His voice came heavy and demanding, "Why are you here? What do you seek from us?"
The pack's gaze moved to Ryan, the leader and the one who should speak, who stood in a similar matter as the leader in his large black leather chair, his arms crossed and his eyes closed for a moment until he finally glanced back with rock hard determination for truth, "We're looking for one of our comrades who disapeared recently: Mike Ironside. Apparently, your 'friends' have something to do with his disapearance."
The man rose an eyebrow, startled at first, then relaxed his shoulders with a soft sigh of what seemed like relief, "His disapearance is accidental, I can assure you that much. Your friend is a fiesty one, and managed to kill off one of my men in the process..."
Ryan's eyes turned deadly along with the rest of his pack, "You assaulted him, he defended himself, that's what happens when you mess with--"
"Assaulted him!?", the man nearly cried, "what are you talking about?"
Now it was a question look that went through Mike's packmates.
The man went on, adjusting his collar as if it had been too warm to keep up, "No one assaulted your friend, Mister Cohen, let me assure you. We were merely trying to help him, but he would not listen to reason and acted as if we were there to harm him. Things turned sour though... More then we had expected."
"That's Mike for you", Damien sighed to himself and shook his head, rolling his eyes.
"If it was no assault, then what was it", Ryan asked, clearly not convinced, "what were you trying to do?"
The man brushed a heavy hand through his grey hair, thinking thoroughly before speaking once more as if it would have been a crime to do so, "Have you heard of a young boy named Killy Mathiews?"
Now the pack's attention was all on the man who had broke into a sweat from both the heat of the room and probably the built up stress. Only Alice rose an eyebrow with little interest, though she listened on.
"Yes", was all Ryan eventually said, "Yes we have. What about him?"
He nodded at Luna's Avatars leader almost casually, "The boy's a reknown artist, as you may know, well known and now needed in the media and artistic area. Also, you may be aware of the tragedy that took place a year ago when criminals invaded his home and held him and a family member hostage for a period of five hours until all hell broke lose and his sister was killed in the commotion."
Ryan and Damien nodded. Alice hid a small grin on the corners of her lips.
"The matter of death was rather mysterious, and there were no witnesses but the traumatized boy whose mind closed off the event to prevent him from going mad. He spent a week in intensive care in a hospital in Canada, and let's say that some good souls have been looking into him and his family since then, despite the mysterious events that unfolded during the hostage situation."
Another nod from the crowd.
"In the past few weeks however, he's gone missing, and your friend, Mister Ironside, has been the main suspect of a kidnapping theory for quite some time now. When we found him the first time, he was in very bad shape, laying naked and badly injured on the side of a road outside Boulder. We brought him back to one of our facility and restrained him mostly for security mesures, but he managed to escape before we could interrogate him. Let me make this clear, we're aware he's probably not the kidnapper, and all we wanted was for him to help us in our investgation since he had been seen with Killy Mathiews before his disapearance. Considering he was in a bad situation when we found him, we were also providing him protection and clearance of his name."
"So... you were trying to help?"
"It's like I said, we weren't looking for a fight. When we found him in his home, he considered us a threat and immediatly attacked my men. They did their best to defend themselves, and he escaped. We have since lost track of him."
There was a long moment of silence as the information was being registered, slowly, but surely. Alice escaped a soft sigh of boredom and annoyance. Mike meant nothing to her compared to what he meant to his packmates for various reasons, and frankly, neither did the boy. Her encounter with the red head had been brief and amusing to say the least, but he was nothing to make a fuss over.
"He's still alive...", Ryan muttered under his breathe.
"What?", the man asked with a frown, "are you sure?"
"Yes, he's still very much alive. We've known Killy personaly, and he was not kidnapped, he left. He betrayed us and left with a man we had captured weeks ago."
Damien growled in his throat at the mention of a betrayal: he did not take kindly to being associated to traitors, and until Killy came home with blood on his hands or proof of having intentionally hurt a packmate, Killy was still on his good side. Better yet, Damien was proud the boy had finaly decided to show to guts and had finally made some decisions of his own, regardless of what they were.
"Explain, I don't quite understand."
Ryan took a deep breath, uncrossing his arms and setting his sweating palms on his lap as if ashamed of his story, "Were you aware Killy Mathiews was Uratha?"
"No. I was not."
"Well, he is. He was part of this pack with us, and left with someone who had been causing trouble in our neighborhood. He's still alive and walking the mile with that man, in fact. Mike did nothing to him, and neither did any of us. He left on his own free will."
The man lowered his head and stroke his chin, his eyes wide, nodding, understanding, "Well, it does explain a lot of things, now that we have that information...", there was another moment of quiet, and then, "Do you wish for us to continue our search then? I'm sure at least his parents would like some insight on the investigation, even if it means hiding some parts of the truth to them."
Ryan waited a moment, pinching his lips with uncertainty, then nodded, "Might as well, I don't see why not."
The meeting ended better then it had begun, and hands were shaken, even if hesitant and misstrustful. Damien eventually asked in which direction Mike had been found the first time the mages had brought him to their facility, which indicated further out North West. He remembered Mike saying something about his tribal packmates establishing camp and how he had found them dead there. Mike was the type to want to go back in time of crisis even if he were the only one left alive and pures still roamed the area. So Leaf spent no time requesting Elation to scout in that direction in hopes to find more clues. In the meantime, Amaru was asked by his higher up to stick with Luna's Avatars a while longer for both research reasons and report anything unusual as well.
Elation did not come back, but after about forty-five minutes, Leaf showed concern for the bird as it had found something, but dared not approach it at all. Something had scared her and she was not going down. Again, it could have had nothing to do with Mike's disapearance, but last they had thought so, they had somewhat been lucky. And so they left the compound and went on their way, following Leaf into the woods until a small shadow passed them from above as Elation herself led them to destination.
What they found beyond the woods and bushes was indeed a camp that could have looked like the stone age military. A stench of death and decay filled the air. No one, no living being, was in sight either. Birds had stopped chirping and even bugs made no more sounds despite the heat as the light of day dimmed on them. Further ahead, a series of lined up stones had been set like graves... which they apparently were.
"I think we found Mike's hiding place", Damien mused, more then happy with how Karma had led them thus far.
"Maybe, but it doesn't seem like even a living soul is around. The old man isn't here", Alice said.
But it was far from the truth.
To be continued....
Game 2
Blog Entry 15
The table was about ten meters long, with leather chairs for what looked like what could have been company meetings and such. The man who stared with a glare and fire in his eyes and his hands on the table kept his gaze on the group as they sat down with some discomfort. He looked at them all, one by one, one after the other, studying their faces, their shapes, their intention in such dreaded and deadly silence it would have put a black hole to shame.
Eventually, he rested deeper into his chair in a more relaxed pose and crossed his arms. His voice came heavy and demanding, "Why are you here? What do you seek from us?"
The pack's gaze moved to Ryan, the leader and the one who should speak, who stood in a similar matter as the leader in his large black leather chair, his arms crossed and his eyes closed for a moment until he finally glanced back with rock hard determination for truth, "We're looking for one of our comrades who disapeared recently: Mike Ironside. Apparently, your 'friends' have something to do with his disapearance."
The man rose an eyebrow, startled at first, then relaxed his shoulders with a soft sigh of what seemed like relief, "His disapearance is accidental, I can assure you that much. Your friend is a fiesty one, and managed to kill off one of my men in the process..."
Ryan's eyes turned deadly along with the rest of his pack, "You assaulted him, he defended himself, that's what happens when you mess with--"
"Assaulted him!?", the man nearly cried, "what are you talking about?"
Now it was a question look that went through Mike's packmates.
The man went on, adjusting his collar as if it had been too warm to keep up, "No one assaulted your friend, Mister Cohen, let me assure you. We were merely trying to help him, but he would not listen to reason and acted as if we were there to harm him. Things turned sour though... More then we had expected."
"That's Mike for you", Damien sighed to himself and shook his head, rolling his eyes.
"If it was no assault, then what was it", Ryan asked, clearly not convinced, "what were you trying to do?"
The man brushed a heavy hand through his grey hair, thinking thoroughly before speaking once more as if it would have been a crime to do so, "Have you heard of a young boy named Killy Mathiews?"
Now the pack's attention was all on the man who had broke into a sweat from both the heat of the room and probably the built up stress. Only Alice rose an eyebrow with little interest, though she listened on.
"Yes", was all Ryan eventually said, "Yes we have. What about him?"
He nodded at Luna's Avatars leader almost casually, "The boy's a reknown artist, as you may know, well known and now needed in the media and artistic area. Also, you may be aware of the tragedy that took place a year ago when criminals invaded his home and held him and a family member hostage for a period of five hours until all hell broke lose and his sister was killed in the commotion."
Ryan and Damien nodded. Alice hid a small grin on the corners of her lips.
"The matter of death was rather mysterious, and there were no witnesses but the traumatized boy whose mind closed off the event to prevent him from going mad. He spent a week in intensive care in a hospital in Canada, and let's say that some good souls have been looking into him and his family since then, despite the mysterious events that unfolded during the hostage situation."
Another nod from the crowd.
"In the past few weeks however, he's gone missing, and your friend, Mister Ironside, has been the main suspect of a kidnapping theory for quite some time now. When we found him the first time, he was in very bad shape, laying naked and badly injured on the side of a road outside Boulder. We brought him back to one of our facility and restrained him mostly for security mesures, but he managed to escape before we could interrogate him. Let me make this clear, we're aware he's probably not the kidnapper, and all we wanted was for him to help us in our investgation since he had been seen with Killy Mathiews before his disapearance. Considering he was in a bad situation when we found him, we were also providing him protection and clearance of his name."
"So... you were trying to help?"
"It's like I said, we weren't looking for a fight. When we found him in his home, he considered us a threat and immediatly attacked my men. They did their best to defend themselves, and he escaped. We have since lost track of him."
There was a long moment of silence as the information was being registered, slowly, but surely. Alice escaped a soft sigh of boredom and annoyance. Mike meant nothing to her compared to what he meant to his packmates for various reasons, and frankly, neither did the boy. Her encounter with the red head had been brief and amusing to say the least, but he was nothing to make a fuss over.
"He's still alive...", Ryan muttered under his breathe.
"What?", the man asked with a frown, "are you sure?"
"Yes, he's still very much alive. We've known Killy personaly, and he was not kidnapped, he left. He betrayed us and left with a man we had captured weeks ago."
Damien growled in his throat at the mention of a betrayal: he did not take kindly to being associated to traitors, and until Killy came home with blood on his hands or proof of having intentionally hurt a packmate, Killy was still on his good side. Better yet, Damien was proud the boy had finaly decided to show to guts and had finally made some decisions of his own, regardless of what they were.
"Explain, I don't quite understand."
Ryan took a deep breath, uncrossing his arms and setting his sweating palms on his lap as if ashamed of his story, "Were you aware Killy Mathiews was Uratha?"
"No. I was not."
"Well, he is. He was part of this pack with us, and left with someone who had been causing trouble in our neighborhood. He's still alive and walking the mile with that man, in fact. Mike did nothing to him, and neither did any of us. He left on his own free will."
The man lowered his head and stroke his chin, his eyes wide, nodding, understanding, "Well, it does explain a lot of things, now that we have that information...", there was another moment of quiet, and then, "Do you wish for us to continue our search then? I'm sure at least his parents would like some insight on the investigation, even if it means hiding some parts of the truth to them."
Ryan waited a moment, pinching his lips with uncertainty, then nodded, "Might as well, I don't see why not."
The meeting ended better then it had begun, and hands were shaken, even if hesitant and misstrustful. Damien eventually asked in which direction Mike had been found the first time the mages had brought him to their facility, which indicated further out North West. He remembered Mike saying something about his tribal packmates establishing camp and how he had found them dead there. Mike was the type to want to go back in time of crisis even if he were the only one left alive and pures still roamed the area. So Leaf spent no time requesting Elation to scout in that direction in hopes to find more clues. In the meantime, Amaru was asked by his higher up to stick with Luna's Avatars a while longer for both research reasons and report anything unusual as well.
Elation did not come back, but after about forty-five minutes, Leaf showed concern for the bird as it had found something, but dared not approach it at all. Something had scared her and she was not going down. Again, it could have had nothing to do with Mike's disapearance, but last they had thought so, they had somewhat been lucky. And so they left the compound and went on their way, following Leaf into the woods until a small shadow passed them from above as Elation herself led them to destination.
What they found beyond the woods and bushes was indeed a camp that could have looked like the stone age military. A stench of death and decay filled the air. No one, no living being, was in sight either. Birds had stopped chirping and even bugs made no more sounds despite the heat as the light of day dimmed on them. Further ahead, a series of lined up stones had been set like graves... which they apparently were.
"I think we found Mike's hiding place", Damien mused, more then happy with how Karma had led them thus far.
"Maybe, but it doesn't seem like even a living soul is around. The old man isn't here", Alice said.
But it was far from the truth.
To be continued....
Survival 101 - (Silver Tauntings)
Survival 101 - Silver Tauntings
Game 2
Blog Entry 14
"She'll get it! I swear she will!", the man cried, "you!", he pointed at the large red wolf with its teeth set against one of the mages' throat, "get away from him, now!"
The man heard a click from where he had forgotten to look, and now found Ryan pointing the barel of a gun at his head. He gulped but did not back down, keeping the silver blade by Alice.
"You get away from her now", Ryan hissed.
You touch one hair from her head, and you die, Damien thought, but remained in position.
"Let's make a deal then, you let us go unharmed, and I release her."
Ryan remained quiet, staring coldly into the assailant's eyes.
"Ryan...", Alice muttered, "do what he says, for fuck's sake, do what he says!"
The leader's glance went from the man, to the unnusually frightened woman who was trembling like a leaf and sobbing silently but in sheer panic, hugging at her arms so tightly her red nails dug into her skin, then passed her at Damien who still held onto the mage by the throat, "you release her first."
"No deal, nothing tells me you won't rip us to shreds as soon as I do."
Ryan looked down on the woman again, her eyes were closed, warm tears running down her red cheeks. At least she looked more lively then in the car when they had rode up to Boulder, but now it was a different type of crisis, "and nothing tells me you won't shoot us down the moment I lower my weapon and Bonecrusher releases his hostage."
"RYAN!", Alice cried now with panic and anger, "JUST DO WHAT HE FUCKIN' SAYS! PLEASE!"
He might have told her to shut up, had times been different. Whatever was wrong with her was only making him that more nervous. He liked his lips nervously, glaring back at the man some more.
"Then take me instead", the man said at last, "let him go and take me hostage."
Time seemed to keep still for a while, where even Alice's sudden pleading were shut off. After a few seconds that seemed like hours, Ryan motionned for Damien to let go of his prey. The large wolf did as he was asked, stepping away reluctantly, then returning to his massive, human form, his fists ready to strike whenever more trouble would spurr.
Ryan, on the other hand, did not lower his weapon just yet, "Your end of the bargain."
The man nodded, looking back at his comrades, "Go! You'll hear from me soon enough."
Though they hesitated, they ran into a retreat faster then they ever had. Only when he was sure they were out of range did he lower the silver weapon, which was snatched away from his hand as soon as it would not be harmful to Alice and threw it far and out of range. Alice let out what seemed like a soft whimper which turned into heavy sobs as soon as the metal was away from her skin, first crawling away, then getting up, punching a nearby tree in her rage, then collapsing with her back at it. Her sobs came louder, her fingers gripping at her black hair, her eyes wide and leaking tears.
Ryan slowly lowered the gun, the barrel soon pointing down at the ground, "What's your name?"
"Amaru", he said softly, contrary to the bitter response Ryan had expected, "What are you doing around these parts? Don't you know it's dangerous?"
Damien sniffed with impatience, "apparently it is!"
Amaru nodded his head, "We were simply trying to scare you away... Had we known..."
"We're looking for the Awakened Sight hideout", Damien cut him off, "and I have a feeling you know something about it."
Amaru jammed, bitting at his lip and looking at the distressed woman for a moment before his attention went back on Damien's mass. Though he seemed reluctant to speak at first, Ryan quickly explained their situation, that of wanting to find a missing comrade which seemed linked to the mage's in the region. Amaru came to realise the trespassers had meant nothing bad or hurtful, and agreed to lead them on, as they would never be able to find the desired location without him. It was a relief that he wanted to cooperate, and hopefully, no more blood would be spilled.
Under the men's eyes, Amaru carefully approached the distressed woman, lowering himself and offering his hand. Damien watched him carefully, ready to put a stop to this charade as soon as it might look to turn bad. Alice recoiled like a child, crying for him to get away, crawling out of reach and hoping to even lose sight of him.
"Please... let me help you...", he said gently, his hand still extended toward her invitingly, "I'm sorry about what I did, I really am. I would have never hurt you. Just.. let me help and redeem myself."
Alice's large, frightened eyes stayed on him a while, then she seemed to plead Ryan for an answer. Mascara had ran down her cheeks in black lines with the tears and her lips quivered uneasilly. She looked like nothing but a child caught in a closing box. Ryan nodded at her, approving of her next action when she reached out a trembling hand and Amaru took it. At once she felt an overwhelming warth around and within her something seemed to soothe her panic and fear. Although it worked, for a long while after, Alice would remain quiet and keep her distance from everyone. Even as Damien attempted to speak to her in order to understand his reaction, she refused to speak of it.
Amaru held his end of the deal and led Luna's Avatars to the destination they seeked, to the Awakened Sight's hideout. With a spell, he cast away the protective barrier that held and concealed the establishment, opening to what could have looked like a military compound. Considering Amaru was being held hostage by the pack, it took little convincing to let them inside to meet up with the leader for some well deserved details.
Soon, they were led into a room in waiting. When a man entered, with grey hair and a clean black suit, he was immediatly recognized as one of the men who had been struck in the earlier fight, and his deadly glare held nothing but hatred for the group. There was a long moment of silence when he sat down... one that seemed too long for comfort, but one that, fortunatly, would not last....
To be ccontinued...
Game 2
Blog Entry 14
"She'll get it! I swear she will!", the man cried, "you!", he pointed at the large red wolf with its teeth set against one of the mages' throat, "get away from him, now!"
The man heard a click from where he had forgotten to look, and now found Ryan pointing the barel of a gun at his head. He gulped but did not back down, keeping the silver blade by Alice.
"You get away from her now", Ryan hissed.
You touch one hair from her head, and you die, Damien thought, but remained in position.
"Let's make a deal then, you let us go unharmed, and I release her."
Ryan remained quiet, staring coldly into the assailant's eyes.
"Ryan...", Alice muttered, "do what he says, for fuck's sake, do what he says!"
The leader's glance went from the man, to the unnusually frightened woman who was trembling like a leaf and sobbing silently but in sheer panic, hugging at her arms so tightly her red nails dug into her skin, then passed her at Damien who still held onto the mage by the throat, "you release her first."
"No deal, nothing tells me you won't rip us to shreds as soon as I do."
Ryan looked down on the woman again, her eyes were closed, warm tears running down her red cheeks. At least she looked more lively then in the car when they had rode up to Boulder, but now it was a different type of crisis, "and nothing tells me you won't shoot us down the moment I lower my weapon and Bonecrusher releases his hostage."
"RYAN!", Alice cried now with panic and anger, "JUST DO WHAT HE FUCKIN' SAYS! PLEASE!"
He might have told her to shut up, had times been different. Whatever was wrong with her was only making him that more nervous. He liked his lips nervously, glaring back at the man some more.
"Then take me instead", the man said at last, "let him go and take me hostage."
Time seemed to keep still for a while, where even Alice's sudden pleading were shut off. After a few seconds that seemed like hours, Ryan motionned for Damien to let go of his prey. The large wolf did as he was asked, stepping away reluctantly, then returning to his massive, human form, his fists ready to strike whenever more trouble would spurr.
Ryan, on the other hand, did not lower his weapon just yet, "Your end of the bargain."
The man nodded, looking back at his comrades, "Go! You'll hear from me soon enough."
Though they hesitated, they ran into a retreat faster then they ever had. Only when he was sure they were out of range did he lower the silver weapon, which was snatched away from his hand as soon as it would not be harmful to Alice and threw it far and out of range. Alice let out what seemed like a soft whimper which turned into heavy sobs as soon as the metal was away from her skin, first crawling away, then getting up, punching a nearby tree in her rage, then collapsing with her back at it. Her sobs came louder, her fingers gripping at her black hair, her eyes wide and leaking tears.
Ryan slowly lowered the gun, the barrel soon pointing down at the ground, "What's your name?"
"Amaru", he said softly, contrary to the bitter response Ryan had expected, "What are you doing around these parts? Don't you know it's dangerous?"
Damien sniffed with impatience, "apparently it is!"
Amaru nodded his head, "We were simply trying to scare you away... Had we known..."
"We're looking for the Awakened Sight hideout", Damien cut him off, "and I have a feeling you know something about it."
Amaru jammed, bitting at his lip and looking at the distressed woman for a moment before his attention went back on Damien's mass. Though he seemed reluctant to speak at first, Ryan quickly explained their situation, that of wanting to find a missing comrade which seemed linked to the mage's in the region. Amaru came to realise the trespassers had meant nothing bad or hurtful, and agreed to lead them on, as they would never be able to find the desired location without him. It was a relief that he wanted to cooperate, and hopefully, no more blood would be spilled.
Under the men's eyes, Amaru carefully approached the distressed woman, lowering himself and offering his hand. Damien watched him carefully, ready to put a stop to this charade as soon as it might look to turn bad. Alice recoiled like a child, crying for him to get away, crawling out of reach and hoping to even lose sight of him.
"Please... let me help you...", he said gently, his hand still extended toward her invitingly, "I'm sorry about what I did, I really am. I would have never hurt you. Just.. let me help and redeem myself."
Alice's large, frightened eyes stayed on him a while, then she seemed to plead Ryan for an answer. Mascara had ran down her cheeks in black lines with the tears and her lips quivered uneasilly. She looked like nothing but a child caught in a closing box. Ryan nodded at her, approving of her next action when she reached out a trembling hand and Amaru took it. At once she felt an overwhelming warth around and within her something seemed to soothe her panic and fear. Although it worked, for a long while after, Alice would remain quiet and keep her distance from everyone. Even as Damien attempted to speak to her in order to understand his reaction, she refused to speak of it.
Amaru held his end of the deal and led Luna's Avatars to the destination they seeked, to the Awakened Sight's hideout. With a spell, he cast away the protective barrier that held and concealed the establishment, opening to what could have looked like a military compound. Considering Amaru was being held hostage by the pack, it took little convincing to let them inside to meet up with the leader for some well deserved details.
Soon, they were led into a room in waiting. When a man entered, with grey hair and a clean black suit, he was immediatly recognized as one of the men who had been struck in the earlier fight, and his deadly glare held nothing but hatred for the group. There was a long moment of silence when he sat down... one that seemed too long for comfort, but one that, fortunatly, would not last....
To be ccontinued...
Survival 101 - (The Trap)
Survival 101 - The Trap
Game 2
Blog Entry 13
It was so sudden that none of them saw it coming, nor even heard it coming at all. They might have seen the nets had they paid more attention to their surrounding, and they might have seen the people standing behind trees, watching them go by. They may have even heard them speak to each other, giving information on the urathas' wereabouts, but none of them expected an ambush when it happened.
Electricity surveiyed through their bodies, unable to speak nor scream while it rushed in and out of them. Their eyes rolled back in their heads and theior muscles tensed into painful cramps. Damien cried with fury and anger, ripping the net with bare, large teeth and escaping the hold it had on him. The people near drew in their breathes, not expecting anyone to be able to get out of their electrical net.
The net itself, which had been large enough to handle the group, stopped it's shocking when Damien broke the link, sending the others to draw in a deep and painful breathe back into their aching lungs. Ryan attempted to get up, but was met with guns pointing straight at him while Alice remained on the ground. Ryan hissed as if in pain and lowered himself with his hands at his side, arms crossing over his belly in order to hide the weapons he was aiming for. The woman remained on the ground and waited for Ryan to attract the attention with his attack to strike.
Damien, on the other hand, found himself with an agenda of his own, breaking bones and sending the rest uncountious with each strike of his fist. With the men unbalanced and not expecting an escape route for the pack, they were out of options and desperatly fought to stay on their feet and not die or get hurt.
One of them, what seemed like the leader, found himself knocked down completely by Damien before he pounced at another mage, ripping at his arm and soon aiming for the throat.
From above, a dark shadow set himself with arrows and a handmade bow, shooting at the mages, once in a while nearly hitting his own packmates but at the very least, help out.
Leaf attempted to speak, reason with them, but it was to no avail.
But what could have turned in Luna's Avatars favors turned sour when one of the men, an asian looking man transformed a dagger into a silver sword and moved it close to Alice's neck. "Don't move!", he cried, "Don't you move or she gets it! I swear, she gets it!"
Feeling the coolness of the silver steel by her cheek, the woman whimpered...
.... then tears ran down her cheeks in heavy flows.
".... Ryan.... help me....", was all she managed to whisper.
To be continued...
Game 2
Blog Entry 13
It was so sudden that none of them saw it coming, nor even heard it coming at all. They might have seen the nets had they paid more attention to their surrounding, and they might have seen the people standing behind trees, watching them go by. They may have even heard them speak to each other, giving information on the urathas' wereabouts, but none of them expected an ambush when it happened.
Electricity surveiyed through their bodies, unable to speak nor scream while it rushed in and out of them. Their eyes rolled back in their heads and theior muscles tensed into painful cramps. Damien cried with fury and anger, ripping the net with bare, large teeth and escaping the hold it had on him. The people near drew in their breathes, not expecting anyone to be able to get out of their electrical net.
The net itself, which had been large enough to handle the group, stopped it's shocking when Damien broke the link, sending the others to draw in a deep and painful breathe back into their aching lungs. Ryan attempted to get up, but was met with guns pointing straight at him while Alice remained on the ground. Ryan hissed as if in pain and lowered himself with his hands at his side, arms crossing over his belly in order to hide the weapons he was aiming for. The woman remained on the ground and waited for Ryan to attract the attention with his attack to strike.
Damien, on the other hand, found himself with an agenda of his own, breaking bones and sending the rest uncountious with each strike of his fist. With the men unbalanced and not expecting an escape route for the pack, they were out of options and desperatly fought to stay on their feet and not die or get hurt.
One of them, what seemed like the leader, found himself knocked down completely by Damien before he pounced at another mage, ripping at his arm and soon aiming for the throat.
From above, a dark shadow set himself with arrows and a handmade bow, shooting at the mages, once in a while nearly hitting his own packmates but at the very least, help out.
Leaf attempted to speak, reason with them, but it was to no avail.
But what could have turned in Luna's Avatars favors turned sour when one of the men, an asian looking man transformed a dagger into a silver sword and moved it close to Alice's neck. "Don't move!", he cried, "Don't you move or she gets it! I swear, she gets it!"
Feeling the coolness of the silver steel by her cheek, the woman whimpered...
.... then tears ran down her cheeks in heavy flows.
".... Ryan.... help me....", was all she managed to whisper.
To be continued...
Survival 101 - (North West to Awakened Sight)
Survival 101 - North West to Awakened Sight
Game 2
Blog Entry 12
It took a while, driving North West to the nearest wooden area. Leaf felt most at ease in his environment, and it showed. He seemed less tensed, and made less mistakes, less slips of the tongue that could have angered the Urathas he was following furthermore. Damien did not care much for the location. He had travelled a lot, be it in the city or in the woods. Besides, new experiences were always fun. Miguel expressed little care, and neither did Ryan. Alice did not seem bothered either, but she did prefer the streets of the city to the woods.
The walk was long, however, and humidity stuck to their clothes and skin as they walked. Eventually, taking a rest seemed to be the best option as fatigue took them over one after the other. They found a spot by an abandonned cave deep within the woods, dirty, old but fairly enough for the short time they would spend there anyway.
Sorrik wasted no time in setting himself by a small pool of water no larger then the palm of his hand, chanting and casually gesturing mysteriously around it until a soft glow escaped from the water: essence. Perhaps it was to make amends with those he had angered earlier that he had done such, but he offered them the essence with a contented and gentle smile. Alice refused it, Damien inquired he needed none of it, but Miguel and Ryan, who had recently been into a fight with each other, dug in hungrily to restore their lost energy. It was refreshing and welcomed at this point.
Later on, Alice and Damien left to gather some food; fresh meat from the woods: a young deer that had nearly escaped them had Damien not managed to cut it off and rip its throat to shreds. Bringing it back, most ate their share hungrilly, for the exception of Alice, who only nibbled at a piece and left the rest to the beast. Her skin was turning grey again, and she seemed troubled, looking out at the distance. Leaf seemed to want to cheer her worries, whatever they were, by making shapes with the fire used to keep them warm, but Alice seemed to care very little, glaring at him and leaving him baffled and wondering.
In the end, the night was quiet and relaxing. One may have believed any type of enemies would have attacked then, but if they had planned anything, it was not at night. When the sun began to rise and small dropplets of water slid down leafs of the trees, the wolves and the mage set foot to find the hideout again. Miguel kept his distance, watching from the shadows and out of sight while the group looked for clues that seemed nearly impossible to gather... until Alice found shapes within the earth and grass resembling footsteps. It could have been anything, a lead into nothing, but it was better then having no lead at all, and so the group followed suit, trying to find if they belonged to lost sheeps or to those they seeked. Damien transformed into his beast form, his wolf form, in order to follow a sent on these tracks.
What they found in the end, when they felt as if their body was being ripped apart and their eyes rolled in the back of their head, was more then they had expected or had bargained for...
To be continued...
Game 2
Blog Entry 12
It took a while, driving North West to the nearest wooden area. Leaf felt most at ease in his environment, and it showed. He seemed less tensed, and made less mistakes, less slips of the tongue that could have angered the Urathas he was following furthermore. Damien did not care much for the location. He had travelled a lot, be it in the city or in the woods. Besides, new experiences were always fun. Miguel expressed little care, and neither did Ryan. Alice did not seem bothered either, but she did prefer the streets of the city to the woods.
The walk was long, however, and humidity stuck to their clothes and skin as they walked. Eventually, taking a rest seemed to be the best option as fatigue took them over one after the other. They found a spot by an abandonned cave deep within the woods, dirty, old but fairly enough for the short time they would spend there anyway.
Sorrik wasted no time in setting himself by a small pool of water no larger then the palm of his hand, chanting and casually gesturing mysteriously around it until a soft glow escaped from the water: essence. Perhaps it was to make amends with those he had angered earlier that he had done such, but he offered them the essence with a contented and gentle smile. Alice refused it, Damien inquired he needed none of it, but Miguel and Ryan, who had recently been into a fight with each other, dug in hungrily to restore their lost energy. It was refreshing and welcomed at this point.
Later on, Alice and Damien left to gather some food; fresh meat from the woods: a young deer that had nearly escaped them had Damien not managed to cut it off and rip its throat to shreds. Bringing it back, most ate their share hungrilly, for the exception of Alice, who only nibbled at a piece and left the rest to the beast. Her skin was turning grey again, and she seemed troubled, looking out at the distance. Leaf seemed to want to cheer her worries, whatever they were, by making shapes with the fire used to keep them warm, but Alice seemed to care very little, glaring at him and leaving him baffled and wondering.
In the end, the night was quiet and relaxing. One may have believed any type of enemies would have attacked then, but if they had planned anything, it was not at night. When the sun began to rise and small dropplets of water slid down leafs of the trees, the wolves and the mage set foot to find the hideout again. Miguel kept his distance, watching from the shadows and out of sight while the group looked for clues that seemed nearly impossible to gather... until Alice found shapes within the earth and grass resembling footsteps. It could have been anything, a lead into nothing, but it was better then having no lead at all, and so the group followed suit, trying to find if they belonged to lost sheeps or to those they seeked. Damien transformed into his beast form, his wolf form, in order to follow a sent on these tracks.
What they found in the end, when they felt as if their body was being ripped apart and their eyes rolled in the back of their head, was more then they had expected or had bargained for...
To be continued...
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