Orphina rode Murdoc through the forest, back towards Carvahall.
As they neared the village they heard screaming and saw that urgals were attacking.
"Dad! We've got to get to dad!" Orphina said to Murdoc, and he immediately started to canter towards their home.

As soon as they were close to the house, orphina dismounted and ran indoors, only to find it a mess and her father lying dead on the floor. She ran over to her father and dropped to her knees beside him.
"No," she said as she gathered him into her arms, "No, you can't be dead. You can't" she cried.

Murdoc sensed her sadness, came to the open door and nickered softly, Orphina looked round at him, tears staining her face.
"He's gone Murdoc. My dad is dead. We were too late." She said to the horse, who lowered his head in shame, Orphina sensed his shame and wanted to reassure him. " It's not your fault Murdoc. We got here as fast as we could, but now we need to bury him." Murdoc stood at the door while Orphina dragged her father's body towards him.

Orphina dragged her father's body out through the door, then leaned against Murdoc as she got her breathe back and sobbed with grief.

OOC: I feel like joining. Oh, and so you know, Chris is an Ohnyaeli-he looks mostly human, except for his claws and dragonfly wings that he keeps hidden.

IC: Chris leaned over his guitar, tuning the final string. He strummed a chord, then finally, for the first time in awhile, began to play. Chris played what he felt like, so his song was sad and lonely.
Because Dragonfly, his twin, and the only other remaining Ohnyaeli, was gone. He knew she wasn't dead, because Chris could feel she wasn't. He could only feel fear and flashes of pain through his link with her. She was gone and Chris didn't know what to do.

He kept on playing, trying his best not to cry. For some reason, he'd always been able to play the guitar, and when he didn't, it still reverberated through his mind. The song of the Ohnyaeli. It had begun to rain, but he didn't really care. The water dripped down from his orange-streaked hair, and he felt refreshed.

Ohnyaeli were spirits of water, and it made him feel better. Like maybe, he could stand up against the world, and maybe he could find Dragon again.
Thats when Chris noticed the plume of smoke rising from the ground.
He put away his guitar in the bag he carried it in and began to run towards the source.

Chris came up to the house, and he smelled urgals and death. The urgals were gone, but death still lingered her. Chris got closer, and he hid his wings under his jacket. There was a person out in front of the house, kneeling over a dead body and crying. Immediately he felt sorry for them. Chris walked towards them. A horse was nearby, and whinnied softly once it saw Chris.
"Hello?" he said to the woman near the dead person. "Are you okay?"

OOC: oh, and chris is 14 years old.

OOC: I'll join too. Wil isn't the same as his application, but it's locked and I can't change it. He's a triblood, meaning he's human, vampire, and werewolf. He doesn't have a dragon or anything anymore either.

Wil unsheathed his sword, walking up to the open door with the horse's behind sticking out. He called out, hoping the horse's owner was inside. "Hey, you know the Urgals are still attacking, right? Down in the town, near the blacksmith's! Carvahall is going to fall if we don't get some help!" He ran back down to the town, past Sloan's butchery, which had been silent for quite a while now, toward the blacksmith's.

The Urgals, about ten in this group, were trying to light a fire on the blacksmith's porch. (OOC: forgot the blacksmith's name...) Wil pressed forward, almost sprinting toward the group. He swung the perfectly-balanced blade and cut one's arm off. Before the group could react Wil turned and sliced another across the chest, exposing the smelly insides. He kicked this Urgal backward and stabbed another through the gut, hearing the almost inaudible pop as he pierced the stomach lining. His stomach lurched once, but he got it under control.

Suddenly they were swarmed around him. These weren't Urgal, but Kull. Damn...Where is she? I need help, now that I've lost my favorite element of battle: surprise. She needs to hurry! We can bury the dead later... Wil saw one lighting-quick movement to his left and barely got his blade up in time to block a giant axe from cutting him clean in two. Where is she!?

Orphina turned round in surprise at the voice behind her, to see the young boy.
"You shouldn't be here, get somewhere where you'll be safe." She said to the boy. Just what I dont need right now. To be looking after a kid

Murdoc pawed the ground before shooting off towards the blacksmith's and Orphina remembered the words she heard earlier while still in the house.
"Hey, you know the Urgals are still attacking, right? Down in the town, near the blacksmith's! Carvahall is going to fall if we don't get some help!"
Oh no. How long ago was that? She thought to herself, as she started to run in the same direction.

Orphina stopped short as she saw Murdoc kicking, biting and flailing his hooves at the kull that surrounded a man. It must have been his voice I heard. Orphina drew her sword and lunged at one of the kull, her sword entered through his back and went up towards his chest. She pulled her sword out, kicked the body out of the way, then went to work on the other kull in earnest.

Orphina whirled round as she heard Murdoc whinnying frantically, to see him standing protectively by the boy she'd told to find somewhere safe. Orphina saw something out of the corner of her eye and turned round just in time to block a blow to her head from one of the kull. Do these guys ever give up? She thought, as she kicked the kull away then brought her sword down and decapitated him.

Orphina raced over to where Murdoc was standing with the boy, quickly she lifted the boy up and draped him over Murdoc's back.
"Get him out of here and stay with him" she told Murdoc, giving him a smack on his rump. Murdoc shot off, galloping into the forest, with the boy on board. I just hope that kid doesn't fall off

Orphina turned back to the fighting and sighed. How many more of these are there? She was beginning to get seriously annoyed at the fact that the number of kull didn't seem to be going down. She jumped straight back into the fight, slashing, kicking, stabbing and even hitting any kull within sight.

OOC: Wil's only 15, not a man by any standards. lol.

IC: Wil's mind absorbed what had gone on even as he continued fighting. A Kull had rushed him, wielding an extrememly thin, extremely dangerous-looking shortsword. He was smaller and quicker than the rest, too. A streak of scars lined the exposed parts of his flesh, probably from being tortured by his stronger counterparts for his lack of size. The little bastard slipped around Wil, out of his sight for a split second, and rushed toward him, trying to stab him in the back. Wil swung around, still quicker than the small, quick Urgal-ish Kull, and cut through its throat. A gasp of pain escaped its lips, then dark blood replaced breath. Bubbles tried to form in the blood, popping almost as quick as they were formed. The Kull's eyes widened in extreme fear. It truly wasn't completely Urgal. There was Human in this one's blood, and Wil saw it in the fear of those eyes. Suddenly he was regretting his move, wanting to cry or die himself for the guy. He was wracked with grief at what he'd done, exterminating a being who constantly lived in fear and pain, and dropped to his knees even as the Kull closed its eyes on the world for the final time, never to be in pain again. "Rest in peace, friend." Wil whispered, his voice cracking. He didn't notice that another Kull had slipped quietly up behind him, a giant claymore balanced over its head and ready to cleave Wil in two.

Orphina whirled round at the loud roar, slightly taken aback at the sight of the dragon. Maybe things will be more to our advantage now she thought.
"Please can we leave the pleasantries until the fighting is finished." She urged the dragon, as she whirled and sliced a kull's throat. Try to sneak up on me would you? she thought as the kull's breathe bubbled in it's throat.

OOC: Ohhh I'm game!

IC: Eriel whirled around and brought her bow up, parrying the blow from a kull. "Nice try..." She whispered to him then kicked him in the face and turned to see the other urgals coming.
Eriel looked around frantically then jumped up a tree, took aim and fired, wincing as a jet of blood spurted out of the kull's neck. She could care less though, as in a moment the urgals were chopping the tree she was on down.
Eriel frowned in anger and kept her bow. Drawing her blade she ran her hand down it's length, pouring fire and ice over it as she did so.
She smiled in satisfaction and leaped off the tree and swung her sword in a descending arc before her, releasing a wave of fire taking on the form of galloping horses.

OOC. Good to see you joining in.

IC. Orphina sliced a kull in half, then whirled to face another, she was momentarily stunned by the display of fire horses, and got caught in the side by a kull's blade.
"You'll pay for that!" She yelled, as she kicked him back then brought her sword round in an arc and cut his head off while he was still standing, a jet of blood hit her face and she was momentarily blinded as she wiped the blood away, but not quick enough as another kull saw his chance and leaped to slice opened her stomach.

OOC: Let's get an order for this.

Orphina > Jayde > Kaeras > Draco > Eriel.

OOC. No order. As long as someone has posted since you did last, you're free to post.

Wil was still stunned. His eyes were wide. He still couldn't believe the halfblood kull's expression. Life was a dream now. Wil felt like he'd known all the struggles of the young halfblood just by seeing those eyes. Wil saw another kull rushing him. The eyes showed only hatred and death. Wil's heart was immediately steeled, his mind set. He raised his blade. This was one of them who tortured Wil's new lost friend. Wil ran at him, dodging the axe-blow and stabbing up at him, cutting through his torso lengthwise. He ripped the blade out with a spray of blood and cut another kull across the neck, decapitating the head. It landed in Wil's plain sight, and no matter what he did, his eyes always found it. The eyes had turned glassy, no longer of rage or hatred, just death. Wil ran over to it and kicked it into the window of a nearby house. Then turned back to the amassing army of kull.

Orphina started to scream but gritted her teeth as the blade sliced into her, she brought her sword up and stabbed it at the kull, who parried and returned with another attack. Orphina tried to parry but the wound in her stomach left her feeling weak, the loss of blood was pretty bad, her block was only semi effective, the kull's blade just grazing her shoulder. She kicked the kull back, only making it stagger but it was enough and she run it through with her sword, then darkness took her and she fell unconcious.

Murdoc sensed Orphina pain and raced back to her, the kid had been deposited in the forest. The horse stood beside Orphina and whinnied frantically.

Murdoc saw Chris and recognised him as the boy he'd carried off into the forest, he trotted over, nudged Chris, whinnied and trotted back to Orphina. Orphina was still lay on the ground unconcious, the cut across her stomach bleeding profusely. Murdoc nudged Orphina's arm, looked at Chris and whinnied again.

OOC: alrighty then... no order I guess. If it turns out Kaerasman wanted to go ahead of me, then we can skip my next turn.

IC: Pleasantries? Phal laughed as she killed an urgal with one tail-strike. Wouldn't dream of it! She said, promptly killing another with her forelimbs. Phal flapped up into the air and let a torrent of fire loose on a group of four urgals, urgals with minimal armor.

Phal's instincts suddenly told her to switch to magic vision. She did, just in time to see Chris slow down time temporarily. Wow.... They have no idea what this looks like when you can see magic; true magic! Phal thought. Everything was cast in an eerie deep blue light for her, and waves of magic energy pulsated from the Ohnyaeli. Phal was about to fly eagerly to a band of now slow-motion urgals, when she suddenly noticed the young human who had spoken to her earlier lying in the forest, a large wound on her stomach.

Phal darted to her side. She knew that Chris was occupied otherwise, so she called Eriel over mentally, as the elven rider knew how to heal her. You can use my energy, Phal said, but this girl needs some help, and I can't use healing magic.

Orphina felt warmth flood her body as Eriel's magic entered her, as it worked she was able to fight her way to conciousness and slowly blinked her eyes open. Murdoc stood beside her and watched Eriel, nickering softly. Orphina saw Eriel then looked at Phalynx.
"You called for her, didn't you?" She asked the dragon.

Orphina tentatively sat up, saw Chris fall back and jumped to her feet, staggering slightly as she still felt a little dizzy.
"The boy, we have to help him." Orphina cried as she ran over to him, she knelt byside him and felt for a pulse, which beat slow and erratically against her fingers.
"Is there anything you can do for him?" she asked Eriel.

Orphina heaved a sigh of relief. Murdoc walked up to Eriel and blew softly through his nostrils, Orphina smiled.
"He wants to be your friend, as do I. My name is Orphina, and this is Murdoc." she said in introduction, and held out her hand to Eriel.

OOC Eeny, meenie, miney, mo ... Hey mind if I join? OoOoO This is the first RPG involving Aviva and Brujole together...

IC
Brujole gnashed his jaws together, bones splinting between his molars and dribbling down his chin. Aviva watched in disgust but Brujole had no care by the look of it. He only snorted a stream of thick, pitch black smoke in her face.
"Thankyou," she said feeling weary from him.
You are welcome, Brujole growled. He wolfed down the last sector of the deer and then crinkled his snout, flaring his horse-like nostrils. I smell blood, he rumbled, lapping his wiry tongue in and out.
Aviva lifted her chin. Indeed there was a scent of death in the air. Something had been freshly killed.
Urgal, Brujole muttered, Or perchance Kull.
"Perhaps we should set off in the dark yonder."
No, Brujole said, craning his neck, Perhaps we should cause them to...
Before Aviva could retort, her dragon let out a horrific roar that seemed go slice the silence in every crevice of Alagaesia...

Chris couldn't tell anything that was going on. He could feel the energy-he could feel his silver blood leaking down from his eyes. But it wasn't enough. The price for holding back time was far greater than energy loss.

His eyes shot open and they glowed with a bright blue light, but he couldn't see. Everything was clouded. "Time!" he shouted, and then his voice trailed off into incoherency.
Dragonfly... he whispered. She was his twin, and if he died, she would also be the last of her kind.
"Time, need more time..." he whispered. The one thing that made the Ohnyaeli so legendary was the one thing that was killing him.
Time killed everyone.
Magic, he whispered. That was the true cause of his dying. One of the kull was a magic-user...
Chris was almost half gone. He could see no other alternative than to do what Dragonfly had done earlier in Atlantis. His body became lifeless, kept in stasis only by the electrical current that runs through his blood. Chris drew himself out in his aetheral form, preserving life until it could be healed.
"Well, I'm dead now," he said in a joke to himself. Chris was now a ghost.

OOC: plz don't discover chris isn't actually dead too quickly, i want to have fun w/ this concept
my mind's operating on autopilot........

OOC: Of course, what fun would it be then?

IC: Eriel let out a scream of surprise as the power she was throwing into Chris was suddenly reflected back into her by her own wards.
Within seconds the flames on her eyes went out and every form of magic around her dissipated.
"No..." She said softly, her eyes turning blue.
She gently propped Chris up and waved her hand over his eyes, contorting it in a manner of symbols with such speed it would be undetected even by an elven assassin's eyes.
The blue glow faded quickly, revealing dilated pupils and an iris so discolored she couldn't make out his original eye color.
Eriel shut her eyes, numbed. 'I came too late.' She told Orphina quietly with her mind.
After a minute or so she opened her eyes again and brought the Ohnyaeli's lifeless body near to hers, her eyes now royal blue.
"He's gone." She said softly, and lay the Ohnyaeli on the grass.
Eriel drew her blade instinctively as she heard a rustle, sinking into a defensive position by Chris's feet.
"Get around him. We aren't alone, and I won't allow whoever he is to desecrate his body." Eriel hissed and let loose a whistle, loud and piercing. It was answered by a roar from the north.

Emrhyst quickly took off, her eyes scanning the forest with deadly accurately and gliding on the air currents.
I come Eriel, I come. She projected her thoughts southward.
Come fast Emrhyst. I miss your company. Eriel said or rather, thought, jokingly.
Emrhyst just snorted and locked her head in front of her, making her body as streamlined as possible.

OOC: Okay here comes by 2nd charry. I'll prolly introduce my 4th later on, and perhaps my 3rd nearer to the end.

OOC: Well, if you don't want to be noticed, Jayde, I'll probably have to get rid of Phal for a while, as she saw this happen to Dragonfly, and her powers have grown much stronger since then as well.

IC: Phalynx flew as fast as she could, dispatching kull and urgals with her claws, jaws, tail, and fire. Oh, no you don't! Phal shouted towards a group of five urgals fleeing from the battle site in terror. All of their fellows seemed to be dead. Phal swooped down and landed amidst them, feeling reckless. Her energy was already returning. She dispatched two quickly with one massive tail-swipe, and bit down on another's neck. A fourth she sliced open with her powerful claws. The fifth attempted to attack her side, but she knocked it away with one powerful wing and promptly pounced on top of it.

Phal took flight again, but before she could rejoin the others, she heard a massive roar from the forests nearby. A dragon... Phal thought. She turned towards the sound and stared with her infrared vision. The shapes of a dragon and an elf, probably its rider, came into view immediately. Phal flew low and fast, and then hovered over the pair, flapping her oversized wings fluidly and strongly in order to keep aloft. She realized how strange she must look; a silver dragon with rather overly large wings and bright green eyes, one of which was glowing with a thin stripe of golden light as she continued to use her powers.

Who are you, and what business do you have attempting to scare the others beyond these trees? Phal asked straightforwardly. Battle didn't exactly leave her in polite mood.

Orphina didn't want to believe what Eriel told her.
"No, he can't be dead." she whispered, more to herself then anyone else.
"I won't believe it." she said louder, "I can't hae someone else dying just for being in my presence."

Orphina knelt beside Chris again and started doing CPR, willing him to be alive with everything in her. Murdoc came to stand close to them.

OOC lol, I don't think CPR was invented until around near the 1990s. Just thought I'd say...

IC
Brujole watched the strange, silvery dragon with his unscarred eye. He rolled his scaly shoulders and growled haughtily, I knew of no others here but Kull. A trickle of chalky, black smoke streamed from his nostrils.

Aviva blinked and said quickly, Please excuse us, she glared at Brujole before returning her gaze to the silvery dragon. We had no such wish as to irritate anyone and beg for your pardon. As she touched her first two fingers to her lips, she heard Brujole emit a gravelly growl from the midst of his molars...

Orphina was too busy doing CPR on Chris to notice Eriel mounting her dragon and taking off.
Please live, please. Orphina thought over and over, Murdoc pawing the ground in agreement.

Orphina soon started to tire and she wept silently, Murdoc nudged her shoulder gently and nickered softly.
"I'm sorry, so sorry" she whispered to Chris, as she lay down beside him and fell asleep from exhaustion.

Emrhyst let out a snarl and landed between Phal and Brujole, baring her fangs at the latter. Do not frighten the little one lest you face my anger. She snarled, her anger causing the gem on her bosom to glow brightly.
Eriel looked at Brujole through Emrhyst's eyes, not particularly kindly, but too too mean either. She didn't take well to one who would show their bloodthirsty side to Phal without reason.

OOC: Sorry Drac but I thought it would be fine...

Orphina woke up in a daze. What happened she thought as she sat up gingerly. She looked around and saw Chris still laying beside her, then the memories came flooding back. No. It's not real, it can't be. I just won't believe it.

Then Orphina noticed something was diferent, the kid's guitar was nowhere to be seen. Hadn't it been laying next to the kid? How could it have disappeared? Nothing just vanishes into thin air.

Brujole glowered at the green dragon, after hearing her words. Of course, he never had any intetion to harm Phalynx. It was only that his manner was quite frank and haughty, even to elders.
He arched his neck high and ruffled the spines between his shoulder blades, making them grind over eachother like tree limbs caught in a gale. He parted his jaws slightly to reveal the tips of his fangs and cocked his head.
Face your anger? Brujole snorted out a torrent of crimson fire into the moist air. But we haven't been introduced yet... he kneaded his talons into the soil as if it were dough. That is, if you still wish ...?


I will not allow you be muddled in another battle Brujole! Aviva spat directly at her dragon. Brujole's silver eye flickered to his elven Rider, scanning her up and down.
He growled, And if it were to protect something precious?
Maybe then, Aviva admitted. But you are evolving this into a pointless conflict.
Perhaps it was because of the way I was brought up ...
Aviva blinked, surprise flourishing all over her face. Brujole had never mentioned their past before. It hurt her to think of what he might of meant and it hurt her even more to know that the answer was cleary situated in his mind to be shared with her. She remained mute.
Brujole eyed the green dragon and the Rider that seemed to look alot like Eriel. Aviva coudn't count on it though. Both he and she waited for what was going to happen next ... Aviva so wracked that both hands were covering her mouth as she leafed through her thoughts...