Xhala

Order From Chaos. (Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more!)

@Lord Zee@AdamantiumWolf@Nytefall Are we all that's left?

Order From Chaos. (Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more!)

You guys really didn't have to wait for me . . . I'll be able to post regularly again. ;)

Order From Chaos. (Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more!)

Cold. That was the first thing she felt before realizing she was in the embrace of the man she had just addressed. The metal of his armor was digging into her skin. He was suddenly so close that she gasped in surprise. She struggled to get free, but it was futile. The cold was slowly spreading through her body, numbing her. Next came the pull. At first she didn't understand the tugging sensation she felt in her heart, but then it dawned on her. She was being drained of the magical essence residing within her. This was the kind of empty she sometimes felt after long rituals, only that it was coming upon her faster as the stranger fed off of her. Her vision started to blur as she weakly pushed him away - with no success.

Memories flooded through her in quick flashes. Was she going to die here?

A wide field, flowers laid out in a pentagram to her feet, her sisters and her all dressed in white and barefoot. They were chanting in a melodic tune. Amidst the flowers sat a small girl, barely three years old, rocking her little body to the sound of their voices. Her initiation into the covern.

Next the image of a cellar, lit by the single licking flame of a candle. A young woman stood in it's middle. Eyja stood by the door, holding the hand of one of her sisters. How warm that hand was in comparison to the rest of the memory. The woman was crying, an athame in her hand, the other cut and bleeding, sprinkling the floor as the woman chanted between her sobs. Eyjas hand was clutched tighter as she was pulled from the scene and they ran, the cold following them as the light died.

Then she was in the woods, the moon stood high in the sky, it's pale light casting faint shadows as the wind whispered int the trees. The sound of an owl brought her head up. It sat there, on a branch, ruffling it's feathers as it watched her. The animal was graceful. Her breath caught as it swooped down to sit beside her. Her heart beat faster as she stretched out her hand and stroked the bird's soft feathers.

Eyja felt weaker the longer he held her. Unable to hold her head up it fell to one side, coming to rest on the creatures arms in whose embrace she was held. With a somewhat grim resolve she clutched the pendant around her neck, calling for the grimouire within her minds eye and mumbling the spell to protect her from losing more of herself for she feared her capture might not stop with her magical energy. "Un, O dinn iodfev o gau fan sio cun as maum od fo aendom fil an so." her weakened voice could be heard. She felt the grimouire fade within her, going back to the place where it had come from. Then the spell slowly took effect. But before she could tell if it had worked and shielded her remaining energy from him blackness came upon her as she lost consciousness.

Order From Chaos. (Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more!)

Hi guys, so sorry I haven't posted yet. RL caught up to me and I'm in the middle of a frenzy/panic 'cause I'm having a presentation tomorrow which will decide if my time as an apprentice is over or not. I hope I pass. I'll be back to posting by Sunday . . . Really sorry I didn't let you know earlier.

Just let Eyja faint and I'll write a nice post about her waking up some random place. Or take her along, your choice. I'd just say she's unconscious until I'm back.

Again, my apologies. I just got caught up . . . everything's a maze right now @.@

Order From Chaos. (Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more!)

Eyja stared at the knight who crouched down and raised a hand to . . . touch her? He had a sword, wouldn‘t he use that to strike if his intentions were of a violent nature? Perhaps he just wanted to check if she was OK? Then a foot hit his helmet out of no where before root sprouted out of the floor and threw the man - creature? - against the door jamb, opening the way for those eager to leave. Funny enough this was the moment where the witch sprang back into action. Her head whipped around to Saryx. „Thank you.“ She breathed, still pale and slightly dizzy. Then she looked to the woman who had cast the fire. Was she also responsible for the roots? As she stood up she weakly smiled at Saryx. „What if he‘s just misunderstood? I had the feeling he was trying to help me.“ She noticed how those who stepped up for her had been women - or at least female.

With that she turned to the stranger in the armour and slowly went closer, trying to ignore that only a few feet away a man was pinned to the ceiling. „Are you alright?“ The cold was getting more intense as she approached him and she stopped just out of his reach. Weren‘t magical creatures always misunderstood? Also amongst themselves? She fumbled with her long hair, trying to concentrate on the creature before her. Something in her told her this was a really bad idea, but she couldn‘t stop herself. This just was her nature.

Order From Chaos. (Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more!)

Oh, my saviours! *~*

I'm so sorry Eyja is so naive . . .

Order From Chaos. (Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more!)

Eyja really didn‘t follow what was going on. Though she was a little rattled by Saryxes behaviour. A shriek left the young witch as she saw the man pierced by bones. She turned away, a hand over her mouth, fighting against her gag reflex. She felt sick. Why was this happening? Hadn‘t it been an ordinary day just like every other? And now there was a fight, here, in the Abandoned Bar. Where was the order? This thought struck her with a huge impact and she started to shake, looking around the room. Where were they?

Clutching onto her pendant as though her life depended on it she slipped from the stool, turning her back to Saryx who seemed deep in thought. Something cold made her skin tingle and she looked up. Something huge was in the door, something with a sword! Before she could get a better look, however, flames burst from the ground and she jumped away with a small shout, bumping into people on the way, falling to the floor in a tangle of her srak brown dress, her hair spread around her. The flames had come from a girl who was now retreating into a corner. So she was a magic user . . . or perhaps some mystical being? Probably both.

Eyja scrambled to get up, registering a movement in the corner of her eyes she froze . . . and turned . . . to see an armoured shoe . . . Her gaze went higher as her heart stopped beating and her eyes grew wide. The creature before her was where the cold was coming from, she realized. She should run away, just get up and run away. Or cast a spell to protect herself. Damn it! She should just do SOMETHING. Instead. she was frozen, staring up at the armour emanating the cold.

Order From Chaos. (Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more!)

Sorry, won't manage today. First thing tomorrow, though ;)

Order From Chaos. (Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more!)

I'm gonne get round to posting later some time. I'm so still in this RP! What about the rest?

Order From Chaos. (Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more!)

@Xhala Well i'll reel people in if I feel their going too over top with meta gaming.

@Nytefall

Then I feel relieved, thank you.