CadenGallic

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

The fox ducked his head slightly as he accepted the little affection. When Eldarin took the leaf, he noticed something interesting about it... a white signature written in a language he couldn't understand adorned the leaf. It clicked in his head immediately what it was. This was a favour.

Favours were powerful little items created by many across the land. They acted as something of a summoning item to call upon a memory form of a person inscribed into the item. With a favour, one could summon beings from beyond the grave or from an older time. They were still a mysterious form of magic and would only become available for use at their own leisure, but obtaining one was a useful thing indeed.

The fox bowed to him slightly before it turned and darted back into the woods from whence it came. As it left, Eldarin caught the faintest sound of a chorus of cries of the other foxes, mourning the loss of their bretheren.

Ahead of him, the double doors swung outward, revealing a large foyer beyond. The floors were marbel in a repeating square pattern, large square pillars adorning the corners with a single tunnel leading deeper into the bowels of the building. There were two statues of knights on either side of the chamber as well. The thick aroma of dust hung over the place and it was barely lit, save for a few small torches on both walls.

Dead topic.

Dren had been surprised the... well... now frankly THING that he had seen had returned unto them. Considering his attitudes and... well, appearence during that encounter, Dren had assumed he'd gone on some forest wide rampage. But to see him here again... interesting. Perhaps there were thoughts directing action instead of instinct. He'd helped get the torch burning with his magic at the very least.

The elegant fellow's words further intrigued Dren. Whether the man was terrorist or not, he'd clearly pilfered a silver tongue from the most cunning charmer. Just who was this rogueish person whom he now followed for survival's sake? Maybe he would not even get an answer... now was hardly the time for one.

"Madam." Dren removed his hat and bowed slightly for her. He was uncertain as to why the elegant fellow called her by a title denoting regality... it certainly wasn't apparent. Perhaps it was simply an opposite cultural thing he was missing. Regardless, he had his manners, especially around a lady. "Dren Roche, formally. Alchemist and magician, at your service." He might as well have been at this point, honestly.

Old Glory (Western/Sci-fi)

Alright guys, I have an announcement to make.

So, for pretty much over a month now, the following people have been completely absent from the site.

@Sessamaru@Alan Hawke@CorruptedShadow

I've tried contacting them via PMS with no responses from any of them, even over the time limit I gave them.
Now, as much as i'd hate to have to cut them, this RP's not budged in 4 weeks and frankly, my patience has run out. So, I wanted to get the remaining three of you's opinion on this.

Do you mind them being cut from the RP entirely? If so, i'm going to be expecting all of you to resume posting. Just thought you'd all want some input.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

"Farewell..." Sorreau remained kneeling at her once loyal pet's side as the forest seemed to close in around him. Once he finally did stop to drink the liquid, he found it to be oddly tasteless, maybe the slightest hint of copper. It was a little thick too, syrupy in texture. But it did the trick, before he knew it, the wounds in his hands had healed up entirely. It left him with 3 full bottles of the Godless' ichor.
Once he was able to continue, something finally emerged from the thick treeline around him. It appeared to be a large building composed of slightly cream colored stone, weathered with age, covered in dirt and dust. It rose high above him, the size of a temple. There was a large oaken door in front of him, complete with rusty brass doorknobs in an elegant pattern. For now, it seemed to be his only path out of the forest.
A sudden yelp from behind him caught his attention as a familiar face suddenly trotted up to him. A fox, Brownie by the looks of him, with a leaf in his mouth. Once he was close, he sat before him and lifted his head up, seemingly offering the leaf unto him.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

"There is nothing that could be done... Tinder may at least rest now..." Sorreau looked to him and seemed to notice the wounds... and the bloodletting equipment he'd been given by the nameless knight. "If you are injured... partake of Tinder's blood. I realise it may seem queer... but the blood of the Godless is a valuable thing. A beaker of it will repair your wounds." She advised, clearly holding back a lot of emotion from how her expression was strained.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

"...it is alright..." Sorreau said quietly as she stroked the deceased beast's muzzle slowly, inspecting the golden pool leaking from its eye. "The poor fox... he must have grown so thirsty he drank from the river..." she sighed sadly and looked from the beast to him. "I know... you did what must be done... a Godless can never return to what they once were... doing this..." she choked up a bit as she slowly rose to her feet. "Doing this was... merciful."

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

Well, this should set the tone for the rest of this tale.
Buckle. Up.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

"Tinder..." as he was about to leave, he heard a familiar voice from the woods as the cloaked visage of Sorreau apppeared, a woeful look upon her face. She approached the downed beast and sank to her knees before it, taking its muzzle into her lap and stroking it gently... she bore no tears but the sadness on her face could break even the strongest of men's wills.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

This attack proved dangerous as the beast's teeth were sharp and snapped onto his buckler, digging past it and into his arm, leaving a few gashes in his wrist and forearm. But his blade dug into the beast's soft and exposed eye, digging in and causing more viscous golden fluid to leak out as the large beast staggered back, yelping in pain with the sword stuck in its eye, unable to recover from this attack. It staggered a little longer before finally it pitched over onto its side and slowly fell still and quiet.

His enemy was slain.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

The beast was patched up enough to stop its bleeding, looking up to see the flaming projectile coming its way, leaping to the left to avoid it, but not ready for the explosion, damaging the right side of its face and causing it to stagger as Eldarin approached. The beast met him head on, attempting to snap its sharp teeth upon him.