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Miiya

Cat-Tom’s transition back to Tom-Cat was horrifying to feel and hear. At first, Miiya had not known what was happening--only that the massive pantherine form in her arms was being twisted and broken somehow. For a brief moment she had a horrible flashback to the moment Cahron had lost his Umanity to some distant sorcery. She thought, perhaps, that the boy in her arms was being crumpled up like a discarded sheet of paper by dragon magick. Helpless to stop whatever was happening to Tom, she gripped him all the tighter, crying in fear as his bones cracked and tissues warped. What else could she do? She was no sorceress. What was happening to Tom was beyond her understanding. But if this was the end, then she wanted it to come for them both at once. She did not want to be alone, nor let Tom die alone as he was crushed and twisted… 

…back into the form of a boy? 

Miiya, somewhat disbelievingly, held the wincing Tom-Cat at arms-length, looking blearily at him as if to confirm he was really him. The choked sob she uttered was part relief and part acquiescence; Tom was alive. His horrific transformation had felt so disturbingly painful that the normally-loquatious Miiya did not even have a single word left, so she just kept holding the boy as she had the cat and tried to hear the reassurances he was uttering in an agony-strained voice. 

Eventually Miiya started to believe Tom’s words, and she even let go enough for him to taunt Graekokorheyurgardramyr. She wished he wouldn’t draw the dragon’s attention their way, but yelling was better than fighting, especially if they were going to stay all the way back here and--whoop!

Miiya flinched as a second cloud of dragonsmoke enveloped them. This gout of noxious vapors was far too thick and extensive for her to gust away. She couldn’t see in the fog, but she was sure that Graekokorheyurgardramyr’s enormous claws or jaws were about to close about them. It’s okay. She told herself a second time in as many minutes. 

I tried my best.

At least I won’t be alone when it…

That thought should have terrified her further, but either Miiya’s wellspring of fear had run dry, or something else was happening. Holding Tom’s hand, shoulders hunched, wings pressed as flat as they would go, the Aeros girl had been breathing Graekokorheyurgardramyr’s smoke for a few breaths now. 

There was a lot of roaring and grinding and shaking going on, but none of it felt like the claws or jaws of death closing upon them. Further, no baleful fear-sparking dragon gaze seemed to be sweeping over them. Miiya dared to open an eye, just a crack.

“Oh tseert…” She breathed. “Everything’s… so purple!” Opening her other eye, the girl cast about in the dissipating smoke. “Woooaaa!” She said of the mountain crashing into the rift’s edge. 

None of Miiya’s observations were inappropriate for the situation. Everything was misted in the purple haze of Graekokorheyurgardramyr’s breath. A floating mountain smashing the edge of a fantastically large underground rift was worthy of an exclamation, but the Aero’s suddenly loose-jointed gait, her very-dilated pupils, and stumbling steps indicated that the now-directionless influence of the dragon smoke's mind-altering properties was sending the girl tripping as much as--more than, really-- the shaking stones underfoot.


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TO Shaarn (Chasms Evocation) [D2S8]

(really) Large Floating Rock Mountain


I mean what else do you call a literal "dragon"-crushing sized "rock" that also floats? (It's not a riddle; it's quite literally a floating mountain.) 

Well, in this case, one might also call it their ride out of the abyss known as The Rift...

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All aboard the mountain transport!
OOC:  Once everyone has made it aboard, the destination shall be revealed...

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

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"If ever you feel like an animal among men, be a lion."

– Criss Jami

Beneath the balls of his feet Tom-Cat felt the earth begin to shift and tremble and shake like a mad dog trying to dislodge an infestation of fleas.  At the same time, the proverbial klaxon alarm in his mind blared through the empty spaces between his thoughts, shattering his words and narrowing his focus on one thing: getting Miiya (and himself) to (relative) safety.   Considering that the ground they stood upon had started to crack and give way to the endless abyss below, it was something easier said than done, but Tom-Cat would try, because Tom-Cat would do whatever it took to keep his bondmate safe. 

The catling maintained an unyielding, iron grip on Miiya’s hand and ran with her to a relatively stable looking section of the ledge, barely noticing the thick cloud of noxious purple smoke that they bombed through as they did so.  He barely felt, barely was,  affected by Graekokorheyurgardramyr's hallucinogenic spores, because the sad, sick truth of the matter was that Tom-Cat had built up a fair tolerance to psychotropics…

…by repeatedly being drugged against his will by sadistic clients who got off on seeing the beautiful boy half out of his mind with fear, cowering and flinching his way through a bad trip as they, well, as they had their own fun.  Later, as part of his training, Father had seen fit to do the same to ensure that Tom-Cat knew how to fight, function, and, more importantly, knew how to kill no matter his state of mind or lucidity.  And while Tom-Cat won’t say that he’s exactly thankful  for the trauma-inflicted tolerance to hallucinogens, it at least allowed him to quickly push through the initial mental shock and instability so that he can keep moving forward.  

They reached a stable square of ledge that provided them a few seconds of breathing room.  Tom-Cat turned to Miiya to check on her and…Kwesh! He sucked air through his teeth, gritting them as he worked to keep himself from panicking.  Kwesh, kwesh, kwesh…Miiya is high as bal –she’s really high.  The catling stopped and took her face in his hands as he checked her pupils; he bit back a noise of anxious frustration.  Miiya’s pupils are blown out and so dilated, that only the barest ring of chestnut brown iris can be seen. 

Yeah, the Aeros was likely tripping well and good, by now.  

Still, she seemed somewhat lucid–at least enough that he was confident she could hold on while he carried her.  Tom-Cat quickly slipped off the leather weapon harness and deftly unbuckled the straps so it was easier to slip around Miiya’s wings, as he strapped her into the harness, instead.  Miiya was unresisting as he did so, giggling slightly.  When he was done, she flexed her wings and commented–babbled–in amazement that her wings still had their full range of motion even with the harness on. 

After making sure the straps were tight and secure, Tom-Cat more or less swung the Aeros onto his back.  Thankfully, Miiya doesn’t protest and enthusiastically clambers onto his back, exclaiming something about, “Another kittyback ride!” as she wrapped her legs around his hips in a vice-like grip and managed to keep from choking him as she slid her arms over his shoulders.  She sighed something softly into his neck,  her breath warm upon his skin, and Tom-Cat tried not to let it distract him.  Lastly, he toed off his shoes and tied the laces together before hanging them around his neck, allowing him to use his toe claws for traction and climbing.

Hang on tight, Teleskela,” he ordered, peering back at her with one lantern eye through his dark, mussy hair.  “Whateverrr happens, do not let go.”  There’s no time to wait for her response–they’re quickly losing solid ground.  Tom-Cat trusted her to hang on to him, because he was going to need his hands and feet in order to get them across to the floating mountain.  

Herrre we go,” he muttered.

Miiya whooped but continued to cling onto him with legs and arms clamped around his torso as Tom-Cat took off like a shot towards the mountain, his yellow-gold eyes narrowed in concentration as he let instinct guide him across the confusion of falling, rising, and spinning rocks.   They’d been farther away than the rest of the group, so there was less solid ground for them to cross before Tom-Cat had to navigate a fragmented path of broken earth in order to reach the mountain.  

Tom-Cat leapt as the last of the ledge crumpled into the abyss beneath them, slamming his claws into the steeply sloped side of a broken piece of earth.  He clenched his teeth and grunted as he hooked into whatever handhold and foothold he could find, and paused as he waited for the fractured half of a boulder to float closer before making the jump and landing atop its flat surface.  The catling didn’t stop moving.  He ran across the platform, before carefully navigating across a hopscotch board of smaller “stepping stones” all of which were moving in different directions and levels. 

 Finally, the pair made it to a long, narrow path created from the remnants of the boulder semi-circle, with the floating mountain in sight.  The only issue was that the “path” would run out far before they reached the mountain and the gap between it and the last rock was one that Tom-Cat would have difficulty bridging, even without his Aeros backpack.  Still, he had to try.  He scanned the path and chose to leap up to a rock that was a tiny bit farther than the one below it, but put them higher than the surface of the floating mountain.

It was now or never.  He touched Miiya on the leg to gain her attention as he ran as fast as he could towards the end of the rock.  “TELESKELA, OPEN YOURRR WINGS!he shouted, and prayed that she would comply.

Tom-Cat took a mighty leap towards the floating mountain where everyone else was gathered and watching, waiting for them.  He wouldn’t have made it…

 

…but Miiya had enough cognizance to snap open her wings at precisely the right moment, slowing their fall.  With her help, the pair was able to “glide”–sorta–across the gap to the mountain. Rather, they fell with style. 

As soon as they landed safely, Tom-Cat let Miiya down and then instantly turned and grabbed her up in a tight, enthusiastic hug, shamelessly scent-marking.

That was jookan amazing!” he exclaimed, adrenaline and nerves making him momentarily giddy.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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Rigel scrambled up the hill trailing Myrae. He stopped suddenly and turned moving back down.  He helped several Goblins aboard the moving mountain usually with a snatch and toss technique.  He scanned about looking for Pioloss and Faan.  It appeared that Tom-Cat and Miiya were going to make it on their own.  Rigel turned and tried to make his way back up, hoping he had not left anyone behind.


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Faan

The goblins were pretty cooperative when scared, until they weren’t. Faan was fleet of foot enough to retrieve her day bag, cloak of distraction, robespierre, and carry her trunk up the active landslide. 

Haha no. Pick two, and they can’t include your luggage. The cloak and the bag then. “Robespierre! To the ledge!” Faan shouted and pointed as she shouldered her bag and scampered for her discarded cloak before it fell into the abyss. 

Her ghostly automaton could sorta float. Hopefully uphill even if the hill was coming down. Faan had not been the one to cast the enchantments which propelled him--she had simply stitched them together. However, she had seen that--though it could move pant legs and even boots as though it possessed feet, Robespierre was not usually troubled by shifting ground.

The mountain appeared to be grinding to a stop as it clove into the ledge on which they had first emerged from the tunnel to the lava bridge. That was good, because it meant the landslide had slowed and should be easier to climb. It was bad because the floating mountain was not pushing up the dissolving ledge quite so much anymore, so most of the rocks were now headed down into the bottomless abyss. Hoping not to follow them down, Faan hiked her skirt and hopped from rock to rock, ascending the shaking ground. Light and sure-footed the Elfmaid might be, but she was more used to forest than rocky slope. At times she tripped and had to scramble. It was during one swarm up a boulder field that she stepped on a patch of loose scree and slid backward. “Oh!” Her foot lodged between two rocks and stuck fast. Levering herself against another boulder, she tried to twist or pull free, but to no avail. “Help! I am caught!” She cried out to any who might hear. 

Of course, it would have been trivially easy for the seamstress to prise apart the rocks, had she remembered she was still wearing her work gloves.  


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Myrae

The drowess gained the ledge on the floating mountain and then watched the others making their way upwards. Despite her best efforts, her mouth twisted into a semi-appreciative quirk as Cat-Bird made the last off-kilter wing-assisted half-crash leap to relative safety. 

Rigel, she was happy to see, seemed like he was going to make the scramble successfully, though the same could not be said of the elfmaid. Tough luck there. Myrae might have considered lending a hand, but if she did not act immediately, they would all perish. “Okay, birdbrain. Time to put it in reverse, now that yew’ve vithed up the front bumper.” The drowess was prepared to ignore any complaints about her unfair assessment of Miiya’s parallel-parking skills. When none was forthcoming, she bent over and peered at the Aeros. “Wait, are yew… high?” Myrae asked, incredulous. Sure, she’d gotten a little loopy from Graekokorheyurgardramyr’s last breath, but the effects had long since worn off. 

“Welp, we’re all dead…” She turned to Tom-Cat. “...unless yew can sing?” She dodged a half-hearted hug from Miiya who was insisting she was just fiiine to drive. 

“Ugh. Lets hope so.” Myrae grimaced. There really was no other realistic choice. Miiya knew the stanzas, hopefully remembered their system for hitting the correct notes, and was the only one Myrae was sure could channel her evocation. “Turn around, dingbat, and try to focus on what we practiced.” She blew a loose strand of albino hair from her face.


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Miiya

Aw.” Miiya had to be peeled off Tom because she liked hugs. “Ow.” She said, once detached, and massaged her missing wingtip. Under normal circumstances, the Aeros girl didn’t even like to look at the mangled wing, much less touch. It was fairly clear she was far from normal. 

“I’m not high, yer high, cotton candy.” She grinned and stumbled at Myrae, trying to catch her up in a hug too, or possibly lick her hair. “Okay.” She said, gamely, when the purple cotton candy stick turned her around and told her to sing. “La!” She squawked, then giggled. “Ima good sign-er, aren’t I?”

“Okay, okay, sheesh.” Miiya was still grinning ear-to-ear when the cotton candy told her to get it together or they were all going to die. “So serious, cotton candy. Yew probably taste like… barf.” She guffawed at her own joke and then seemed to settle down somewhat, letting Myrae place her hands on her shoulder. 

Miiya really tried to follow the notes and phrases the drowess was whispering to her. Or she thought she tried. She got some of them right, 

not many, though. 

In response the mountain shuddered and shifted underfoot. “Don’t bunny hop it, budalla!” Myrae gritted her teeth and repeated the phrases. They had to get the drifting mound of stone moving. The broad ledge upon which they had battled Skaven and dragon was now gone. There was no other way but across the rift. 

Miiya’s second attempt was a bit more successful. It did get the drifting mountain to back away from the edge of The Rift--most of it, at least. Huge landslides were triggered by the shaking and juttering of missed notes and incorrect timing. The solid rock ledge on which they stood fractured and threatened to join the landslides pouring into the abyss. 

“Bouncy!” Miiya observed with a giggle, then followed more angry instructions from the cotton barfy stick as Myrae tried to shore up the cracking stone upon which they stood.

There was a passageway into the floating mountain. As she whispered instructions to Miiya, the drowess waved those who managed to gain the ledge back toward this new tunnel.  


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Ah! So that’s what she was waiting for! Pioloss thought, appraising Myrae as he watched in awe as a Dragon got crushed beneath a mountain. After making a mental note to really, really try not to get on the Drow’s bad side from here on out (it wasn’t everyone who was about to drop a mountain on their enemies, after all!) He turned to begin the climb to catch up with the others.

The footing was loose, steep, and extremely treacherous. But what was that to someone who had only recently used Kobolds as stepping stones? The Dhampir made good time, and was just about to catch up with Faan when he saw her suddenly stumble.

“Help! I am caught!” The Elfmaid called out with what sounded like the beginning of panic in her voice. 

In the next second Pioloss was there, placing his hands on her shoulders and holding her gaze “You’re OK, I’m here.” He said reassuringly. His eyes took on a momentarily distant look as he listened for the others who had already made the climb. He was more than a little worried about the mountain floating off without them, but thankfully there seemed to be some sort of commotion. Was Miiya… High?! Now that he had to see!

“I’m going to get you out of here, but have some of that ginger at the ready. I think we are going to be dealing with a rather hungover Aeros when we make it to the top!” Pioloss said with a grin before leaning down.

Faan’s foot was indeed stuck fast, but thankfully he was able to prise the two rocks trapping it apart with relative ease. He did wonder though why the Elfmaid hadn’t simply done so herself? She was wearing her magic gloves after all! 

“Can you walk?” He asked as he stood back up. If Faan was able, then he would take the lead so as to scout the route up. If she was not, then he would simply have to carry her. Either way, Pioloss hoped she answered soon, as he could hear the first few notes of a strange sounding song drifting down from above as the mountain began to judder menacingly around them.


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“Help! I am caught!”

Rigel heard Faans Cry and looked up finally catching sight of her.  Pioloss was coming to her aid.  “Good” the thought to himself.  A few more steps up the mountain he noticed that the goblins had dropped Faan’s trunk.  It was large but not overly heavy.  Perhaps the lack of weight was actually just a result of the rush of adrenaline coursing through him.   Too large to just carry, Rigel drug it along trying to be conscious to cause as little damage as possible.

The noise surrounding him was tremendous and Rigel was nearly taken from his feet several times as large rocks rolled by.  Like a boulder, Grog came rolling down discernable mostly by his high pitched nasal scream.  “Let him roll” was his first thought but that was against his nature so Rigel reached out and snatched the smart mouth nasty green rock and put him on his feet again.

Grog looked up at Rigel and looked as if he was about to say something but was cut off when Rigel leaned forward and yelled “RUN!”


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Faan

The elfmaid’s relief was palpable as Pioloss seemed to appear out of nowhere to aid her. It was surely fortunate he arrived when he did, for no sooner was she free than a pretty tremendous boulder slid over the spot where she had been caught. As the mountain ground to a stop, the unstable slope they climbed remained gentle so the boulders (and goblins) rolling down it were not moving with any great speed, but being caught under one would be no less deadly for it. 

Faan tested her ankle and found she had twisted it when she had tried to wrench free. “Somewhat.” She answered Pioloss when he asked if she could walk. What other choice was th--whoop! Her wondering was cut short when Pioloss took the initiative and scooped her up, ferrying her up the hill around bouncing boulder and over sliding scree. The seamstress turned into him and put her arms around Pioloss’s shoulders and neck, trying to mold herself close to the man so as not to unbalance him as he negotiated the rock field.

When they reached the ledge and she was set down, she let her hand linger on his arm. “Thank you, Pioloss! Once more it seems you have saved me.” Faan smiled at him before she tested her ankle. It was not badly sprained. She could walk, and she could have made her own way to the top. As they had arrived safely, Faan was glad she had not, for many reasons. Turning her gaze away from Pioloss for a moment, she caught sight of Myrae, Tom-Cat, and Miiya. Now Faan understood the dhampir’s words. Though the other two seemed well enough, Miiya was quite impaired. Faan had not been subject to the second round of dragondorgiesmoke and she could not imagine how or why Miiya had become higher than a kite. 

“I don’t know that anything I have will help her, now.” Faan said, following Myrae’s waved gestures and backing away from the edge and toward yet another cave’s entrance. “Perhaps whenever what is afflicting her wears off…” 

Faan noted Rigel and Grog clambering over the edge, the former in possession of her trunk. “Rigel, thank you for retrieving my luggage!” She exclaimed. “Come away from the edge and join us in that cave!” She instructed somewhat unnecessarily as--with Miiya’s rather off-key warbling, the ledge upon which they stood now seemed to be destabilizing. Since nobody seemed to want to repeat their hazardous climb, or fall into the chasm, all seemed to be headed for the apparent safety of the cavern in the side of the floating mountain. Hand still on Pioloss’s arm, Faan pulled him in that direction as well. 


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Grog and Goblins

Crowding close to the edge to see who would make it, Grog elbowed his way to the front of the pack, snarling at his underlings in goblinese to give him the prime seat. The unexpected shaking of the formerly-stable ledge, as the mountain reversed course, sent Grog tumbling and rolling down the hillside to the excited nattering of his underlings. 

When he was rescued by Rigel there was a mixture of adulation and disgust as more bits and bobs changed hands due to some rapid betting on whether their leader would roll all the way down the slope to his doom.

“Big st-- …yooman save Grog!” the goblin leader exclaimed as he was caught and set upright by Rigel. The goblin immediately glued himself to the large fighter's ankle and clung to it like a limpet as Rigel carried the trunk up to safety. 


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Picnic

Still processing which of their party to assist, Picnic decided it needed to react faster. The golem had just made this decision and was squatting into its thinking pose when the last of their compatriots came swarming over the cliff edge. The construct of Blue Ash barely straightened back up in time to negotiate the collapsing rim of the cliff. 

It did not take a lot of thinking to not fall into a bottomless abyss. Fortunately, Picnic completed the thinking that was required in time to, likewise, back up to the next cave. 


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Graekokorheyurgardramyr

 

Wingless though he was, and with his shorter legs, more dorgie than not, Graekokorheyurgardramyr was still a dragon through and through.  He was not a wyvern, a wyrmling, or a drake; Graekokorheyurgardramyr was a dragon.  Granted, by all accounts he was not a dragon of any kind of high standing amongst his kin.  And had his unspoken fear of the Above worlde not prevented him from venturing up into the sun drenched surface, it’s safe to say that pretty much any of those foolhardy  brave, pure-of-heart, and self-proclaimed “Do-Gooder” types (you know the ones) wandering the lands atop their glossy white steeds and clad in their shining silver armor, would probably have a decent shot at fulfilling the ‘Dragonslayer’ requisite needed in order to be eligible for Legendary Hero’ status, should one ever cross paths with Graekokorheyurgardramyr. 

 

That’s not to say that it'd be easy or even doable for an up-and-coming hero to slay a dragon like Graekokorheyurgardramyr, just that it wouldn’t be as difficult compared to, say, an attempt at slaying a chromatic dragon who breathed fire, lightning, acid, or ice.  Which really means that most dragons, even the pathetic ones, are nigh-unkillable. 

 

So really, nobody should have been surprised when a reverberating and notably perturbed voice suddenly boomed out from directly below the ridge of the floating mountain.  

 

“I N S O L E N T WYRMS!” roared Graekokorheyurgardramyr, his wickedly curved claws appearing as they dug into the ledge.  A second later, the dragon’s massive horned head swam into view as it raised it up to glare at those still on the ledge, the rest of its titanic body clinging to the side of the mountain.  

 

The dragon looked almost the same.  

 

Almost.

 

It was still humongous.  It still had exceptionally large and sharp teeth, and it still had terribly gigantic, razor-edged claws.  

 

What was different was its armored scales.  Where once the dragon’s scales were perfectly aligned in a series of interlocking plates, they were now…seriously messed up.  There were no two ways about it.  The dragon’s armor plating was misaligned in places, cracked in others, and just looked janky, overall.  

 

The dragon paused, a little annoyed that there were only three insects immediately available to receive his threats and witness his glorious rage: the annoying drow, the delicious Aeros, and the vexing cat-not-cat.  He swept the surface of the mountain and spotted the rest of the insolent meatbags hiding–as far as he could tell–from his divine wrath within the mouth of a tunnel that was carved into the mountainside.  Well, good–at least they were cowering and finally paying him the proper deference he deserved.  This made him pleased and Graekokorheyurgardramyr thundered out a laugh.

 

“AT  L E A S T  SOME OF Y OU  ARE  C O WER ING  AND  F I N A L L Y  SHOWING ME THE PRO PER  R E S P E C T!”  The dragon brought his attention back to the three who still saw fit to defy him by standing out in the open and…singing?
 

Graekokorheyurgardramyr saw red, but had a healthy dose of fear disdain for the Draegloth’s Claw, and had decided that he no longer wished to possess it.  Instead, he would focus on securing his Aeros snack.  He fixed Miiya with a single great eye, ignoring the pain of the cracked scales on its face as he blinked–the interlocking scales sorta just…didn’t, anymore.  Blinking hurt.  

 

“COME  T O  ME  L I T T L E  GIRL–I SHALL  F E A S T  ON  AE ROS  TONI–GRAWRR!”

 

Graekokorheyurgardramyr’s threat was rudely interrupted when Miiya–suitably terrified–abruptly ceased singing, causing the floating mountain to plummet a few feet before the drowess (Myrae) snapped at her to keep singing.  Though the enormous mass of the dragon’s body made it (ostensibly) intimidating and incredibly  hardy, its body shape worked against it in other ways.  Namely, the dragon’s stubby legs (relative to the size of its body) meant that it couldn’t hold up its own colossal weight unless it was using all four of them–if both of his front claws were not actively dug into the ledge, he would lose his grip and his own body weight (and gravity) would pull him off the side of the mountain.

 

The mountain’s sudden drop caused Graekokorheyurgardramyr’s claws to slip a bit and his mammoth head momentarily disappeared below the edge.  The dragon scrambled and dug its claws deeper into the rock ledge, snarling as its head popped back up.  He opened his mouth wide to shout and only got out, 

 

“I N S O–”  before there was another dip sharp and sudden enough to make one’s ears pop, with the same heartstopping unexpectedness of an airplane losing altitude without warning. 

 

This time when Graekokorheyurgardramyr’s head reappeared, he managed to bellow, 

 

“STOP IT, YOU  W O R T H L E S S  GIRL! I’LL  E A T  Y–”  before the wretched Aeros cringed back and stopped singing, causing the mountain to again drop several feet in elevation.  Which–again–caused Graekokorheyurgardramyr to nearly lose his grip on the ledge.   The dragon thrashed more this time, his already thin patience quickly running out.

 

He didn’t lift his head right away.  Graekokorheyurgardramyr was a clever dragon–or at least he’d been one of the cleverest out of the hatchlings in his brood in that he hadn’t immediately been eaten and died–and he waited until Miiya resumed singing and the mountain began to rise back into the air, going higher and higher.  He tried to tamp down his anxiety as the rock floated higher towards the surface; he needed the stupid wretches to be lulled into a false sense of security.  

 

He needed them to think that he’d fallen off the mountain.

 

But as the floating rock rose ever higher, Graekokorheyurgardramyr’s unease and impatience rose.  He’d never been this close to the surface.  And as the pitch of the Miiya’s song changed and the mountain seemed to start rising a little faster, the dragon could wait no longer.

 

In one last surprise attack, Graekokorheyurgardramyr surged up over the ledge like a great white shark torpedoing up from the depths of the ocean to breach the surface as it snapped its jaws closed around an unsuspecting seal.  The dragon let go of the ridge with one of its legs and swiped at Miiya, intent on snatching her up in his grasp.  

 

She was right there, there was no way she could escape him…

 

…when out of nowhere–or so it seemed–that damnable cat-not-cat tackled Miiya out of the way of his grasping claw! Graekokorheyurgardramyr roared in fury, fixing a baleful eye on Tom-Cat, but then suddenly grinned, full of malice, when the tip of his claw unexpectedly snagged the catboy's belt.   Graekokorheyurgardramyr instantly curled in his claw, slowly dragging Tom-Cat back. The catboy was desperately gouging furrows into the earth with his own claws in an attempt to escape, eyes locked with the Aeros the whole time he was being pulled towards the edge of the mountain.  

 

“HERE  K I T T Y  K I TTY,” Graekokorheyurgardramyr boomed, snickering, as gravity pulled his massive body off the side of the floating mountain, and he yanked Tom-Cat with him over the ledge, dragging both of them down into the depths of the Abyss


 

OOC: Everyone still on the Floating Mountain to-- The Tangled Roads to Ufaeria


P.S. - Pour one out for our fallen companion...

  


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Miiya

Miiya really did try to focus as Myrae’s nails dug into her shoulder. She sensed that the cotton candy stick behind her was in pain from channeling magick enough to keep the ledge from crumbling and urge the floating mountain back on-course. Miiya had practiced the songs for this not long ago, and she was a quick study. The problem was, these were not the songs she had practiced. The kinda-gutteral drowish words cotton candy was choking out were different, the key and cadence were unfamiliar as well. The Aeros girl did her best to--at once--repeat the strange phrases, remember their system of notes, and sing on-ish key. 

Not an easy task when you are tripping balls. 

Miiya was much more susceptible to poisons and intoxicants than anyone else in the party. Her enlarged lungs and thick hyper-absorbant blood drove Graekokorheyurgardramyr’s mind-altering gasses into every crack and crevice of her brain, where they remained and continued to alter her perception of reality for a very long time.

TSEERT!!” Miiya screamed as the dragon’s head reared above the ledge she and Myrae were trying to evacuate. No sooner had Graekokorheyurgardramyr disappeared than Miiya was asking. “Did you see that huge clownface, cotton candy?!” Apparently the girl’s perceptions were presently trending in a circus-themed direction. 

Myrae’s only answer was to smack the top of Miiya’s head and hiss at her to keep singing, so she guessed not. Maybe it wasn’t really there? Wait… did cotton candy have eyes? Maybe she was potato and not barf flavored. Potatoes had eyes. 

I’m making total sense.

Ha! Yer not real, clown!” Miiya giggled at Graekokorheyurgardramyr’s second appearance. She must have been correct, for the enormous looming head disappeared almost immediately. Also her stomach felt weird and her innate altimetery was all kinds of vithed up, because her nasal cavities said they were descending rapidly whenever she wasn’t singing. Better keep singing otherwise cotton whappy will get stuck in my hair.  

Then something happened that was far too real. Tom was there. Here. On top of her. No, not top, side. He was moving too, and moving her, and there was a calliope or something zooming at her too. It missed her but caught Tom. That all happened pretty slowly. Or it seemed to. Like a rough landing. Tom was looking at her, and it was Tom and he had just let her go, gently, with a look in his eyes that Miiya couldn’t really describe; relief, thankfulness, regret, and love, all wrapped up in lambent amber and slitted pupils. It held her captivated, like seeing every fleck of dust upon the ground right before a crash. Then things sped up a lot. Tom turned away from her and the glimpse she got of what was on his face then was scary. So scary. It was the monster. It had been let out and it wanted to kill something as it disappeared over the side of the cliff.

Seemed like a bad day to be a calliope. 

Miiya stood where she had been placed, wavering, feeling a flash of emotions through the bond much more than she felt Myrae’s hands on her, pulling her back from the crumbling ledge. Her feathers louvered in ripples, opening and and shutting with 

fear, 

focus,

and then blinding rage, released.

Miiya clutched at Myrae’s arm thrown across her chest, but not because the drowess was crushing her. A searing lightning bolt of pain jagged through her heart and lungs, as though she had been stabbed through by one of Picnic’s hooves.

Then she felt nothing. Not really nothing, but a sudden absence of something she had not really known was there until that sudden hurt, like a ripped out tooth,

or tipsu.

To: Dragged away from the collapsing cliff and to the tangled roads to Ufaeria.

 


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Myrae

Shu vith!” Was the drowess’s opinion of this particular situation. They had almost gotten out of this unscathed. That would have been a miracle. With the Skaven the drowess had expected--though certainly not shared with the panicky budalls--that they would lose a companion or two. When it had escalated to Graekokorheyurgardramyr deciding to personally intervene, she thought maybe she could save half of their party.

Shouldn’t have laughed. Myrae thought wryly as the, quite thoroughly vithed-up, dragon did his impression of a jack-in-the-box on the dissolving cliffside. Knew there’d be a price to pay. TC could probably escape, but she and the birdbrain were done for. 

Not counting the gobs, thirty-percent casualties was a solid performance. Too bad it would be her last. “Vithing Lothdammit, keep singing!” Myrae growled, bopping the very-baked birdgirl on the head. Maybe she could somehow backbend-toss Miiya into the cave before Puff the Pidhat Dragon chomped them both?

Then Tom-Cat intervened, like an insanely hormonal idiot hero,

and died,

because yew did not go claws-v-claws with a dragon and live. 

“Vith!” Myrae spat as she grabbed the suddenly-silent Miiya and made a dash for the cave while the ledge collapsed under her feet. She had a decent chance of making it, that would have been much better without the bird, but TC had just exchanged his life for Myrae’s. Pulling Miiya to safety was the least she could do.

Dealing with the fallout if they lived? Meh.

The ledge was not very obliging in giving Myrae an excuse to have a LOT less drama in her life--by not having a life anymore. It held up long enough for her to dive--Aeros and all--into the cave and make it to

To: The tangled roads to Ufaeria

 


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