((Oh, yeah. I remember you. I'm kilisa09 on neopets, by the way. Whyte Pheonix, y'know how I'm advertising the Black Haven on my siggy for neopets? Well, Katkin was interested, so I gave her the link...Is that ok?))
"We are but part of the architecture. If you chip us, do we not flake? If you moisten us, do we not grow moist?" ~Victor the Gargoyle, from The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Post by tomismore on Sept 13, 2006 18:40:47 GMT -5
(It's kinda long. you can only read part of it if you want. Hope you like it!)
It was a grey and misty day in the town of Doril, but the streets were still crowded with tourists, merchants, travelers who were just passing through, and citizens bent upon their business.
Blending perfectly with the regular flow of traffic in the streets was a man wearing an ordinary grey cloak. As he walked, the cloak swirled to reveal nobleman breeches and hob-nailed silver-buckled black boots. His face was hooded, and a muffled jingling noise came from his torso. From beneath the hood, silvery-blue eyes darted about, watching everything, and his lips hissed and whispered soft incantations. He stopped suddenly, his eyes lighting upon a narrow space between two houses on the left of the street.
The man made for it, pushing people out of the way in his hurry. His hood fell away, revealing dark brown hair and a fair face with pinched lips and nose. Within the alley finally, he looked about, scanning the rubble, garbage, and cracked cobblestones. Suddenly, his eye caught on something. He knelt by the leftmost wall, peered at the lower brick, and made out a tiny engraving of a strange symbol within an archway. “Glyph of the Sylph…” he muttered. He reached into the folds of his cloak and withdrew a silver pendant, emblazoned with the same markings on the stone. He pressed the pendant against the stone engraving, murmured in a hushed oratory, “Ostius ad caelum, arguo!” With a brilliant flash of light, the pendant melted into molten silver, which expanded into a shining silver portal that sucked the man through with a sudden whirlwind of energy. He disappeared with a short yell of surprise, and the dull stone alleyway was left behind.
The man was thrown forward with the force of a hurricane and landed with an “oomph” on the carpeted floor of a living room. The air seemed to be thin, and the fire burned low in its grate. The man stood, hung his cloak up on one of the pegs to his right, and moved across to one of the comfortable futons, where he sat, crossing his arms expectantly.
Without his dusty traveler’s cloak, he could have just stepped out from a palace ball save for a few oddities. He was dressed in a silver embroidered black nobleman’s vest, with white starch shirt complete with ruffs and pleated sleeves. He wore a belt at which hung a motley assortment of daggers, containers, and pouches smelling faintly of rosemary and thyme. Across his chest he wore two bandoliers crossing at the center, one of which holding half a dozen bells, a set of pan pipes, and various other instrumental equipment. The other boasted a jangling multitude of shimmering talismans, pendants, charms, symbols, and various other paraphernalia. He smiled, as if a fond memory regarding his whereabouts had just occurred to him.
A door burst open revealing an avenging angel, sword aloft, wings spread, and eyes golden with fury. “WHO DARES DISTURB M- oh. It’s you.” The sword disappeared from his hand, the wings folded and evaporated, his eyes turned blue. The angel, now a respectable gentleman of middle-age, sat opposite the newcomer. “How are you, Trilliok?”
“Fine, thank you. Though the ride up was a little bumpy. Also, your anchor melted my pass-pendant.”
“It did? Did you use the Oath of Familiarity with the standard incantation?”
Trilliok frowned. “damn. So that’s what the secondary rune was… Oh well, I’ll have to get another Sylph’s pendant before I leave Doril. Assuming that backward town knows what a pass-pendant is.”
The angel humphed. “Wouldn’t surprise me if they didn’t.”
“So, Aris, what news of the Faze Marauders?”
“They struck Port David last night, stole a lot of valuables from the bank, screwed over a whole bunch of merchants. I would suggest you head out there, look for any psychic traces or interdimensional trails.”
Trilliok nodded. “Thanks. I have to be going. On a tight schedule. Thanks so much, Aris.”
“Don’t mention it. Close the door on your way out.”
Trilliok opened the door and raised his eyebrows at the whirling maelstrom of wind that greeted him. “Will do.” He stepped out into the storm, managing to slam the door with a bang before he was swept out of the pocket dimension and back into his own, thumping to the ground in the alleyway.
Post by Girithhil raistlin7 on Sept 22, 2006 21:38:27 GMT -5
A large tiger-like humanoid bounded quietly among the rooftops. The rain that poured made as much sound as he did. His ears wiggled as he slipped on a slick tin roof. His great claw wrenched the metal as he grabbed the side when he fell. He limbery climbed back up and reached for his bow, reassuring himself it was there, he sped along the rooves once again. As he came to a patch of trees, he was able to find a dry branch and rest.
After a few peices of dried meat and an apple, he leapt from the tree landing on the dirt path. A small splash sounded as he hit the mud. His bow and an arrow-shaft were soon in his hand. The tiger-like paws padded the ground with every step. Soon the arrow was flying skyward, towards a large castle spire. His marksman eye, with the scar from an eagle talon over it, didn't fail him. An alarm could be heard as a guard's body made a sickening thud as it fell from the post. He sped towards the tavern making all haste. As he entered the crowded tavern, he gave the innkeeper 10 gold and asked for an ale and a room. As he downed the ale and sped to his room, the guards came into the tavern. He sat quietly in his pitch-black room. HE looked outside the window as it became colder and started to snow. He watched the mad ruch of guards and townspeople. He smiled slyly and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Elisa sighed, and walked into the only tavern known to Varsway. "Star I don't see why I have to do this to find Dimanji. I already know he was killed at the hands of the nunlckt." "Don't be foolish!" Star cried. Elisa looked down at Star, for Star was no human. Star was her cat, an oddly sized black cat, with bright green eyes, and a white Star in the middle of his chest. Which is why she had named him Star. She had grown up with Star, and he with her. He had fought Kuri with her, and his claws have started to grow dull because of the peace that was starting to settle with everyone else. But not her. She had lost Dimanji...and yes. He was a human. Was...he perished long ago. Elisa sat at the empty table in the back, and let her head drop into her hands, her brown hair covering her face. She tried to stifle her sobs, but Star could still hear. "Oh...hush dear one. You do not know that the Nunlckt killed Dimanji. No one does. Not even the Guardian." Elisa blinked back her tears and wiped her nose on the edge of her black cloak. "The Guardian doesn't believe Dimanji is dead becuase she had been captured, robbed of her magick, and unconcious! No one saw Dimanji die but me!" She bit her lower lip, forcing herself not to tear up again. Star jumped up onto the chair beside her, and placed his paws on her arms that were resting on the table. Star suddenly started to unsheath his claws, letting them bite their way into Elisa's soft flesh. "Ow! Star, what are you doing!?" "Getting you to your senses!" He growled, narrowing his eyes at her. Elisa gasped as he tugged her away from her seat, only sheathing his claws again when she was standing up. He jumped down from the chair and bit into her brown skirt, pulling her to the counter. "I still don't see why we're here!" Elisa hissed at Star. She then looked up to the bartender to see someone new there. "Who are you?" Elisa asked startled. If someone new came to town then there would have been a celebration, hosted by the mayor and her Uncle Andrew. The bartender narrowed his eyes at her. "Aren't you young to be in here?" He asked gruffly. It was then that Star jumped onto the counter. "She needs to see him." He meowed at him. The bartender's eyes grew large, and Elisa waited for the scream that came with the realization that there was a talking cat. She sure had screamed...but instead the bartender bowed, and opened the door to the other side of the counter. "Right this way." He said as he bowed again. "Star what's going on?" Elisa asked panic creeping up her spine. "We're going to the Guardian of the Dead."
((There you have it. My audition. If you need an explanation tell me.))