OOC .::. this is for anyone to join

IC .::. Mesaraih lay down next to Fenirexes, looking up at the night sky. For once, despite the great war that he was caught up in, and despite all his ever present wounds and sufferings, he felt at peace. Here, on a high ledge on the Beor mountains, with the enriching scent of trees, rivers, and rocks, there was an immense sense of peace that he had not been able to feel in a long time. But then, suddenly, it seemed as if his body was suddenly sucked into a void. Before he could actually even feel what was going on, he had landed hard on a stone floor, and he felt an immense roar of sound as what seemed an infinity of people and creatures landed in a similar manner to his. Fenirexes had landed right next to him. He quickly got up and looked around. He saw that there were Shades, elves, and other Riders with their dragons. There were also plenty of wild dragons and even a handful of Lethrblaka. A small ways off, he spotted Reik, and also Zeta. Next to him, a strange human-like person was standing, but he could tell he was not exactly a human being.

Rezekiel was able to analyze the situation quite quickly. He had been in one before, on different lands, and he had been sent to this exact spot. They were in the middle of a great hall, built entirely of stone, but very intricately decorated. The walls were inscribed with countless of strange runes, which at times glowed with different colors such as red or green. Great tapestries were decoratively hung on the walls, depicting hunting scenes. The sources of light were glowing human bodies that hung majestically from the ceiling, seeming rather angel-like. The floor had spots where blades were protruding from the ground below, and everyone had somehow managed to avoid falling on them. Yes, everything was exactly as he remembered it. Any second now, the gorilla-like man would come and announce the Death Race.

Ristvak slowly opened the doors of the hall. He looked around. This was an interesting land indeed. There were dragons. He contacted the forces and ensured that the aerial traps and guardians were in place. Then, he looked at the throng of creatures before him. All eyes were on him, except for one, who was looking around at everyone else as well. He was familiar... But, there was no time to remember. "Everyone, I want to congratulate all of you for making it to the Death Race. The 200 most powerful beings have been united here from your land, except for... Galbatorix, I think it is? He was powerful enough to refuse to come. There are others here powerful enough, too, but they didn't refuse... anyways, this place is my temple. You will exit it soon enough, and the race will begin. Beyond is a great expanse of land with varied landscapes and many dangers. There are no rules beyond these doors. The first one hundred to make it to the other side of this island will survive. The last one hundred will die. It's that simple. Let the race beg-" he was cut off as the man that had seemed familiar broke open the temple doors and ran out towards the forest, the first stage of the race. Everyone else, after a moment's surprise hurried after him.

OOC: I'll join, but I'll post tomorrow I need to go to bed now

OOC: I'm coming in


IC: Eriel let out a gasp of surprise when a spectral being appeared in front of her, asking her if she wished to join the Death Race. Having nothing much to do, and the land being pretty much at peace, the elf just smiled, gathered her things together and got onto Quicksilver, nodding to the being to send her there.

Almost immediately, she and her horse fell into a void. It wasn't long before they landed on the ground. If Quicksilver had been a lesser horse his knees would have broke, but being raised by elves and imbued with their magic, his knees merely buckled for an instant before he stood again, his neck held high and proud. Eriel stroked her horse's right flank gently as the gorilla man explained the rules and their purpose here.

After the first guy ran out, the hall was in total chaos. Arrows, spears and magic. Steel and fire. They were everywhere. Eriel quickly buffed her wards and merged a little with Emrhyst just in case she ran into unforeseen circumstances.

Securing her pack and lengthening her sword's hilt, the stallion reared on his hind legs and charged forwards unopposed as Eriel cut down the rare shade or even elf that stood in her path.

OOC: Okay here we go, If i get my new charry done in time, I'll bring her in also, but for now I just got two charrys I'm going to use.

IC: It was near dawn, in the Spine, Kit was awake, but hadn't bothered to stir. He had his arm wrapped around his wife, her warm body was pulled up against him. They were still in their clothes from the day before, they had been too exhausted to undress. Kit could feel a sleep Shyara in the back of his mind. Suddenly the link was cut and blinding light appeared in the room. A voice spoke, "You two have been selected to participate in a race. Your dragons will remain asleep and protect for the duration of your absence." Suddenly a dark hole appeared above the bed; a wind blew the blankets off Kit, then sucked him and Shyra straight up.

Shyra held Kit tightly as they fell upward into the void, the suddenly they fell to the ground. A man-ish being stepped forward and explained what was happening. Then suddenly an explosion of movement as people began running and fighting their way to the other side of the island. Shyra was still some what groggy and was very glad that Kit was there with her.

OOC: Voenth, it's your go.

OOC: Very sorry, I didn't have time to reply untill today.

IC:
Arnon was wiping the blood off of his sword, when he saw something shining on the ground. He walked over to it and to his suprise, saw that it was an eldunari. It was black as night. He took it and fled the area. He knew that dragons and riders, or previous riders onyl ever held or had eldunari. He continued to walk, untill he came to a small clearing. He moved to the side and sat behind a tree, there were all kinds of men running behind him, but they never saw him move to the side. They continued into the clearing, then there was a huge roar. Frost wyrms began to attack the men as they entered the clearing and as soon as one touched the clearing, they were attacked. He sat there planning his next move.

Eriel grit her teeth as her wards deflected a ball of fire. Looking over her shoulder at a guardian, she called forth her magic and blasted it away with a gust of wind. Smiling at her achievement, the elf barely had enough time to parry a spear thrust from a human. Twisting and contorting, elf and horse worked together as they overpowered his defense. Stamping him into the dust, Quicksilver let out a whinny, cut short as he noticed the ground breaking up.
Eriel rose her weapon and shortened it's hilt. Leaning forwards, she whispered into his ear "Ride now Quicksilver. Show them the meaning of haste." The stallion reared on his legs as his mane and tail burst into blue fire, then charged forwards ferociously, Eriel and Emrhyst merging their minds to push the great horse forward.
Looking to the side, the elf felt the presence of an Indlvarn near her. It wasn't long before she noticed him slipping into the earth. Rushing to him, the elf scooped him up with magic as Quicksilver raced past, placing him behind her.

OOC: Are there any plans for this rp? Like what obstacles we're gonna face and such?

Arnon continued to watch the others pass by his hiding place and get eaten, one by one as they tried to cross the clearing, the ne noticed the trees surrounding it. He nimbly climbed to the highest point in a nearby tree and set off running through them like an elf.

OOC: Sorry, pass.

After defeating the first three men, Kit decided it best to try and avoid conflict, as it would only slow their progress. He snatched Shyra by the her cloak hood just as she would have fallen into a sudden crevasse. "I think they're trying to kill us," he said jokingly trying to lighten the mood that by itself could kill them with even thoughts of defeat.

Shyra didn't take it lightly, her mind kept returning to her sleeping dragon who she feared would die because of her. "Knock it off and keep moving," she growled back at him. She ran up the back of some huge creature with one eye and landed in front of it as its head fell in two pieces.

"Knock that off, you're going to attract attention. Here," he grabbed her arm again, "let's follow this guy, he doesn't looks somewhat friendly at least, maybe we can help each other."

OOC: That's Ret, by the way

OOC: I could've sworn that I posted it already.

Retribution was being followed, that much he could tell. By a rider and dragon no less. Why did Dragons have such an interest in him suddenly, he hated to be reminded.
But are they coming to attack me or just following my wake of destruction? Or is it something else... He wondered. Ret grabbed a hold of magic again, preparing to use it against them in case they were threatening. He slowed down to let the two catch up to him, but Ret soon regretted that decision as twelve guardians suddenly appeared and began to attack him.
These things obviously hate it when you slow down. Mor'ranr said
Ret just groaned and picked up one guardian with air and threw it at another guardian. They wouldn't die from it but it would give Ret some thinking time, and hopefully some time to be rid of the other guardians. He grit his teeth and summoned up a great deal of energy, preparing for another attack. "I suggest you shield yourselves!" He called to those following him before releasing his attack. He wouldn't have worded the spell if he could have helped it, but he thought he should give ample warning to the other two.
"Brisingr!" A bubble of fire surrounded Ret then, hotter than most dragons could produce. It was taxing, but at least he would kill every guardian around him for a good distance away.
Mor'ranr added his strength to Ret's to make sure he wouldn't be killed in the flow of magic and to also be prepared to kill if the rider and dragon decided to attack while he was weakened.
The sphere of fire then exploded, pushing flames out in every direction and consuming the guardians whole. There was no remnant of the guardians left. Ret swayed with the effort, but regained himself. He wouldn't be shown weak to these two.

OOC: Pass, I am going to try to have Arnon meet up with another, slightly evil charry, but for now, I will pass and see what everyone else does so I can get Arnon into a better position, its like he is all alone, lolz.

OOC: I know, been really really busy, & just to dissolve the confusion, Shyara is the dragon, Shyra is the Elf. Shyra is with Kit, not Shyara but don't worry about the mistake, I understand.

IC: Kit quickly threw a shield around himself and his wife. He could feel the heat as fire enveloped them, but it didn't harm them. He dropped the shield as soon as it was safe, then heard a somewhat familiar voice, Eriel. They had met once before, when Kit made his only, first, and last visit home. She had offered her support through that difficult time. "Eriel," Kit nodded his greeting, "you got roped into this also." He then turned his attention onto the man Eriel had hers on, also waiting for his answer.

OOC: I don't think that you of these charries other than Mesariah and Ferfnixes know Arnon is a shade, and he doesn't really know Arnon without his dragon; so I think there will be some trickery. *evil laugh*

IC:
Arnon ran past the clearing that was full of frost wyrms and through the trees in a slightly Southerly direction and came upon a group of elves and humans. One a male human was standing close to a female elf. He assumed that they were mates, another female elf was nearby; she was sitting upon a horse then there was a human, there was just sonething wierd about him. Arnon pulled the hood of his cloak over his face to hide the red hair and the pailness. He also held his hands, deep within the folds of his cloak. He walked up and as cherrily as he could said, "Hello, I am called ... umm ... Aaron, are you going to work together, I would like some help." Said Arnon slyily, holding his sword underneath the folds of his black cloak.

OOC: Kit has suggested that we skip him, so is there anyone who knows his character well enough to god mode him for this turn? Or should we just skip him?

OOC: I guess in this case, since out of Fanghur, Dracoaestas, and Myself, we probably know Kit's charries best I can. But I will wait and see if someone else wants to first.

OOC: I will try then.

IC:
Kit watched as a stranger walked up. He could tell there was something odd about him but he said, "It is fine with me, I mean what do you think Shyara?"

"Sure, I would like to help anyone who wants to get out of this dreadful place." She walked over and brought the stranger into the group, she didn't tell anyone but she noticed his hand, it was a pale as death itself.

OOC: Hey guys, this is the old Eriel here Just decided to make a post. I've missed doing so. xD

IC: Eriel stared blankly at the new comer. There was something strange about him, and Emrhyst was hinting at it too. Her pendant was shining brightly and the magical presence about it had grown wild and dangerous. Also, her scar was burning.
Pain coursing through her, the elf struggled to remain balanced on Quicksilver's back. Indeed, she might have fallen off, if not for Quicksilver's magical bonding with her.
Emrhyst snarled and made her presence known to those around her except the shade, appearing as an apparition in their minds.
Be wary- I do not trust this guy. She growled low.
Eriel's stare quickly turned into a glare, and she raised her sword at the newcomer, the tip of her blade pointed at his throat. Quicksilver sensed his rider's emotions and stamped the ground, focusing on the shade before them.
'What are you, Ra'zac or Shade?' She asked firmly into his mind, using her sword as a focal point for her thoughts.

Arnon continued to watch the elf, almost laughing aloud as she was almsot crushed to dwath, but he restrained himself, he had to keep up his cover in order to survive. He muttered a small spell, one that he had used many years ago. Then he pulled the cloak off of himself. He was a blonde haired, blue eyed human with a silvery sword he said, "See, I told you I was no shade." Then hurled his sword at the guardian sneaking up begind the odd human.

OOC: Its Ret, and I say odd, because ... well ... yea ... lolz.

Eriel looked at Ret for an instant then turned back to Kit, nodding her head.
"I agree. Something hostile approaches." She frowned and then pulled the poison out of the wound with magic.
"I'll see what I can do while we move." Eriel said with a hint of tiredness, mounting Quicksilver as she did so. "We should move, now." The elf said louder as the screams of dying creatures reached her ears from the rear.
"Get on his back Ret." The elf beckoned over to him.

OOC: -Pass post.

OOC: Just skip me this go around I can't think of anything

OOC: I think we should just skip red on this one

OOC: Are going across on Eriel's ice, or is Ret pulling/pushing us across with magic?

OOC: I thought it was something like this...

All of 'us' in our little group are on the ice, cept for the shade, who's on an island further up.
I'm propelling the ice forwards, and with it, everyone in the group.
Ret is pushing everything outside our group across the water.

Right?

OOC: I'll have him push those who aren't on the ice, those who want to be on the ice can and those in the water can go there too.

"I'm not exactly throwing them around!" Eriel shouted back as she finished the serpent off.
Catching the glint of steel in the corner of her eye, Eriel instinctively ducked and smacked her attacker's face with her forearm. She looked at the man passively and killed him with the third word of death.
Turning to Shyra, she said. "Well, I wouldn't mind moving off, except of course, which direction are we going in?"

OOC:Short.

Arnon sighed and walked onto the raft. He refused the raft he was offered and chose to use his skills in he protection of the boat. He said, "I will need to have my hands free to effectively protect the raft, which should be of more importance that one more oar." said the shade in desguise as he sat in the center of the raft in cross-leg fasion, with his sword resting on his lap. He watched the sky, wondering how much longer he will need these ... fools.

OOC: Arnon is a jerk, lol. If her were a real person, I would hate him, lol.

OOC: Pass

Ret climbed aboard the raft and sat down, fatigue still heavy on his limbs.

OOC: I'm back And Aeraldi, Louis fixed my account up
Red was the creator of this thread right? Any one knows where he is?


IC: Eriel looked sidelong at Arron and smiled sweetly.
Something doesn't smell right about him. Eriel commented to Emrhyst as she lifted Quicksilver onto the raft.
The eldunari glowed dully as Emrhyst replied.
He smells of death Eriel Emrhyst replied coyly, then her tone turned serious. Don't let down your guard, and always keep him in your sight. Emrhyst hissed softly into her indlvarn's mind.

Smiling wryly, the elf felt the sudden pull of fatigue as she split apart the ice in the direction they were to row in, grateful that Aaron had helped her with it.
"What's this? Are the men going to leave all the rowing to us ladies?" Eriel let out a laugh after they had rowed about a mile out, indicating to herself and Shyra.
They had more than a hundred more to go, and the elf promised to make all the guys, or at the very least, Retribution and Aaron take over the oars once they passed the twentieth mile.

OOC: I am going to wait on Red. I think we skipped him.

OOC: @ Red. That's right

Just wondering though... I think we need a new order now.

OOC: Just looked at the previous order and it is,

redshurtugal08,
Aeraldi,
RiderEriel (Sorry about the name, lol),
Voenth,
Kit.

So, if we ar estill following the old order, despte the confusion it would be Aeraldi's turn, then Eriel, then Me, then Kit.

OOC: Alright. Let's just go with that then.
@Voenth: It's alright

IC: Eriel turned to look at Ret, feigning deep hurt as he snapped at her. She soon began to smile again when he apologized.
Smiling at him, she couldn't help but laugh inside her.
'If only he'd known what I've been through.' She thought to herself as she pulled back on the oars.
The smell of the sea made the elleth suddenly feel hungry, and the fact that Ret was eating right in front of her only exacerbated the situation. Groaning inwardly, the elleth made a mental note to pick up some fruit first thing they changed over the oars.
"Ah, Mesaraih. How nice of you to join us." Eriel said after Ret snapped at him.
The elleth quickly frowned at Mesaraih in annoyance when he pulled on the side of the boat to get up. He would have capsized it had the elleth not restrained the boat, drawing on her already diminishing energy supply.

OOC: It is Arnon, not Aaron.

IC:
Arnon smiled sweetly at Eriel and said, "That is precicely what I will do." said the shade in desguise as he leaned back on the raft and casted a small spell to stabalize the raft slightly as a man grabbed the edge of the boat. He had already raised his blade ot strike the man down when the others recognized him. He sighed, slightly put-off at not being able to kill the potential threat, but now was not the time for him to act. He would do that just before the race ended. He looked at the man who he immediately recognized as Mesariah. He was the man that he and Reik had fought earlier, well, who Reik had mainly fought, Arnon was much too busy trying to kill Anthor. He said, "Oh joy, another person who will likely get in my way. Well, you may as well make yourself useful, grab an oar and help the others, they are starting to complain." said the shade as he turned back to look at the looming mountains in front of them. The mountains spewed liquid hot lava out of their tops, the shade looked at them with nervous eyes.

"Whatever, I don't care." Ret said, returning to the rowing. "If anyone cares, there is food in my backpack. Help yourselves to it, there's nothing else in it anyway." He mentioned the pack he held at his feet as he rowed, different from the pouch he held beside his heart.
An awfully nice thing you did there. Mor'ranr said.
I didn't do it for them, they are more powerful when they have energy and besides, now they owe me.
Ret felt disapproval through their bond.

OOC: If anyone does look, there's salted meat and a number of vegetables.

OOC: That was aimed DIRECTLY at Eriel wasn't it

IC: Eriel looked at the pack and sighed. She was faced with an agonizing dilemma. She could eat her own fruits, which she was certain would be sweeter than some vegetables and meat, or she could eat Ret's food, which would allow her to conserve her own supplies.
'Then again we are a team now, and I wouldn't want to offend him by refusing his offer...' Eriel found herself thinking absentmindedly.

Then, something so unexpected happened it made the elleth flush crimson.
Her stomach groaned.

"That was... Interesting..." Eriel said, barely a whisper, trying her hardest to put her mind off the fact that pretty much everyone who had ears were looking at her.
Without noticing it, she dropped her oar onto her lap and reached into Ret's pack, taking a potato.

OOC: There we go. Something to lighten the mood

OOC: Why yes, yes it was, lol.

IC:
Arnon was not hungry for the magic-user's food. He could get his own later, and besides, he had other things to do. They were now pretty far into the volcanic mountains and now all of them were erupting, at least slightly. He watched them, casting the unusual spell now and them to defelct the burning contents of the mountains from their raft, which wa smade from wood. He looked along the shore of the river and saw some other copetitors running as fast as possible to avoid the magma, and seeing some of them get past it, while others were burned to a crisp. His normally uncaring face broke into an evil grin when he saw one man in particular, a large northman burned alive by the miolten rock.

OOC: Okay, is everyone jumping in the water after Kit, or to get ashore?

OOC: I am sorry for posting here. I forgot to log my file of before he got on, and he forgot to try to log his in. That is why this fole posted here. Again, I am very sorry, it will not happen again.

OOC: Personally, mine is (planning) to jump onto shore...