The world of Laifel

Tristan took a deep breath of fresh air before entering the sewer. Rubbing his hand against the wall as a means of guidance in the darkness, Tristan slowly made his way down the tunnels until he heard the rhythmic sound of breathing.
"You," Said Tristan in a stern voice. The creature had not moved an inch since he left. Perhaps it could be trusted. "I have a job for you."

 

Ekaf could barly move, she had been looking down at the ground. When Tristan came she struggled to look up, but she pushed her selfto do it. "What can I do for you, sir" she asked him.

Alira noded and was gone in another second. This time she was traveling so fast she was almost invisible. She found a strange scent. A young boy was sleeping in a tree, what was a oy of that age doing in the middle of no where. Expecially since the closet town had been destroyed and most of the people there seemed to be dead. There was a few survivors in the region, but not enough. This boy was suspicious. She started to ran closer to him.

 

"No need for formalities; you can drop the sir." Said Tristan while whipping out a sheet of animal skin that he picked up on the way. He had written a message on the sheet in his own blood. He just hoped that she remembered what his handwriting looked like. "Can I trust you?" Asked Tristan in a quiet, yet deadly voice.

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Zack heard the whistle of rushing wind. The demon must have found him. relaxing some more, Zack prepared for the confrontation.

 

Ekaf looked him in the eyes. "Tristan, I was created to kill people like you. I have killed countless people. I want a change to the killing. And helping you is the easiest way. I have spent my whole life doing the bidding of Alira, She forced me to do what she wanted, not giving me a chice. I will do anything to make her suffer. By the way, I have info on the their plans if you want it another time. I pledge my self to serve you. If you need any other reason to trust me, if I have something to prove to gain your trust, just say it" she said, it was odd to speak so much, Alira always told her to shut up.

Alira reached the tree. "Hey, you in the tree, who and what are you?" she asked him. She was hopping he wasn't what she though he was, and even more, that he was alone.

 

Tristan paid the summon not a glance. He carefully examined his fingernails during the entire speech. He wasn't very convinced.
"If all you know is to kill, then I have not a reason to believe in your words. However..." Tristan shaped a thin blade and cut away a few roots in a way that made her wrist visible. letting the blade dissipate, Tristan then pulled out a silvery bracelet that he stashed away earlier. He had discovered that so long as the bracelet did not touch his skin, then it would have no effect on him.
Tristan then secured the bracelet to the fake's wrist so that it was nice and snug. "However," Tristan repeated, "I need you at the moment. with this bracelet, you should be unable to use your powers. Don't try taking it off, It won't let you. If you can prove to me that you have turned a new leaf, then I shall remove the bracelet. It you prove to be dishonest, then I will hunt you down and kill you myself." Tristan cut away the remaining roots and presented the fake with the message for his sister. "I need you to give this to my sister. You can find her at the Slave Market in the East. Stay by her side until I say otherwise."

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Zack remained silent, paying the demon no heed. His breaths came slow and even. to give a better appearance of being asleep.

 

As soon as the braclet touched Ekaf it caused her immense pain. She didn't screem or flinch. But she couldn't move from the restraints that the summons had set up. Only when Tristan gave her the order to go would she go. "Is there anything you want me to give her?" she asked.

Alira took the no answer as rude. She didn;t know what, but this boy seemed familiar somehow. She pulled out her sword. :Aswer me or I will slice and Dice you" she said. She readyied to strike.

 

"That's all." he said. "Now hurry. We don't have much time. In fact it may already be too late."

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Still Zack didn't answer. he released a mumble about Apple pie, that was barely understandable, before attempting to roll on to his side. Zack fell out of the tree and smack on his face. It wasn't a long fall, but it was long enough to hurt. "Ow..." said Zack, his voice muffled by the ground.

 

Ekaf broke free of the restraints and ran out of the sewers. She started heading to the east slave market. Avoiding been seen.

Alira wasn't impressed. "I guess now you can tell me who and what you are? she said. She was about to strike.

 

Zack sat up and rubbed his bruised forehead. "Who and what now?" Rubbing his eyes with his arm, He slowly examined the demon head to toe. He then let out a long winded whistle. "Damn girl, ain't you a cutie."

 

Alira wasn't happy with the comment. She was ready to kill this boy. "Last chance, who and what are you?" she asked. She was getting impatiant, if there wasn't something different about this boy, she would have killed him by now.

 

"What do ya mean by that, hun? I'm a Cylian of course. just take look at these pointy ears. Sexy aren't they?"

 

Alira lost her paintience and cut of one of the boys ears. "Looks don't matter, what are you?" she asked. Readying to cut his other ear off. "I have little patieance for this" she said.

 

Zack grimaced in pain as he quickly clasped his ear to hide his healing ability. "I told ya ma'am, I'm a Cylian. And you want to know a secret." he said while pointing up at the full moon. "I Mold light."
Without a second to spare, Zack released a blinding light, while at the same time whipping out his concealed chain and weight and swinging it into a choking grip around the demon's neck. Zack thought himself very clever, as he swung the other end of the chain around a sturdy branch of a tree, The effects from the blinding light would be twice as bad because it was the dead of night. He didn't expect the demon to regain her full vision anytime soon, perhaps not even a day or two, which would be very troubling for this one since she was a speedster.
As soon as he finish hanging the Demon, which wasn't long at all. He zoomed away and made a leap. While in midair, he transformed and flew silently off into the night.
Yes indeed Zack thought himself clever. Of course he didn't mold light. He didn't need any surrounding light for his ability, but there was no way the demon could say that he wasn't molding light. For all it knew, Zack was molding light.
Zack continued his flight. He knew he had not seen the last of that demon. He would have finished it, but he would rather not fight the second demon until he knew what he was up against.

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Tristan slowly made his way towards Nas. wondering all along whether or not the two summons had got along. His thoughts ended abruptly though, For there was a vampire that stood right before him.

 

OOC: pezz, youre so cute when you write all sexy like that XD rawr!!

BIC: Eleanor turned to Lanan, finally containing her frustration. "Shall we go make sure those kids are safe, then?" she suggested. "Then we can get back to Tristan and make sure he doesn't do something rash... like getting himself killed on my watch."

 

OOC: Damn right, I'm cute and sexy. Now I'm waiting for Lil to rp as the general leading the king's army.

 

OOC: yesh you are :D our lil' jeffreypoo certainly is taking his time lol i think he's on... "vacation" haha

 

OOC: Sorry for the wait.
BIC:

"Alright then," Lanan told Eleanor, "Ladies first." His lips were closed, concealing his fangs as they grinded against each other. The fur on the back of his neck was standing up, he had to lift his hood over his head out of fear someone would notice. For some reason, he had a very bad feeling. The second he stepped outside after Eleanor, he saw why. Soldiers were in the streets. It was just a small group, but they were organized. He looked around and saw more soldiers. "Damn it," he growled.




Ruby was back in her human disguise. She had one knee locked and one hand on her waist. Her dark blue hair dangled past her shoulders as she tilted her head. "What now, rat?" She asked Nas as she stared at the children they freed, unimpressed. The bodies of the guards laid around them, some out cold, some dead, and a few were still awake but were either too injured to move or too scared. The children seemed to awe at the sight of the Summons. No doubt they have never seen anything like Ruby's true form or Naserrea's elemental control. "Well, I'm done babysitting." She addressed Naserrea. "They're free, do we take them back?" She silently refused to talk to any of the children, Naserrea could do that. Ruby hated kids.






"Hmph," Zuiden huffed as he stepped through the dark sand. They were back at the desert now. He, Whisk, and a few Lizard soldiers he had borrowed from Karchit were walking through what used to be the Guild's camp before he burnt it down. This was the site of his first betrayal to the Guild. They had scavenged the second, more recent site's for equipment and goods. Now they were doing the same to this one. Unfortunately, most of the campsite was buried under sand, but the hot air only made the stench of burnt skin and smoke worse. However, Zuiden loved that smell. Behind him, Whisk was humming a tune. "You seem even more cheerful than usual," he pointed out.

Whisk cocked his head, giving his trademark grin as he stopped humming only to say, in a singsong voice, "Ashes, ashes, we all fall down." When the last word left his mouth, his tail whipped.




Alira! Azazel flew towards her energy source, one hand tight on End Game's handle. His body was covered in aura. What was that spike in energy? That is just an Angelen...The curiosity and anxiousness failed to stop his lips from twitching into a smile. That's an Angel.





Ras'tepa decided to act now before Lauren's state of mind changed. "You're a fine warrior, young woman." The King's face was stern and serious, almost contemplative. "My army is currently searching for my so-called son. They have found him in Nentrion and are currently working to apprehend him." He placed a hand on Lauren's shoulder, "I want you by my side when they bring him back, as my personal body guard."
Fiend! What are you planning?! The real King demanded. It seemed that all his thoughts were filled with anger since he first got possessed.
"What do you say, young lady? Will you do your duty for your country?"






General Regal was standing against a wall. He was wearing a cloak to hide his armor. He did not want to stand out, like the rest of the soldiers. A sword was carefully hidden by his side, as was the shield on his back, disguised as a traveling bag. Each exit from Nentrion was guarded by a group of soldiers. The rest of his army were storming the streets. Soon, the prince would be found and then...he would die. He chuckled to himself. In a matter of minutes, the soldiers would reach the center of the city.

 

Nas ignored Rubira as she stared blankly at a wall. Well, to the normal viewer it would seem she was staring blankly at the wall, but if one were to look more closely they would realize she was looking past it. "How strange..." she commented out loud.
She had just lost contact with several of animals Northwest of the city. Did they die? She pondered. No, that was not death that I felt. It was more like they just suddenly up and vanished. Nas's eyes narrowed as she lost contact with more and more animals. What the heck was going on?

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Tristan stared at the vampire head to toe. he seemed familiar. suddenly it hit him. "You!" He shouted in surprise. "You're the vampire from Twein! It seems I've been running into a lot of people from there recently. What are you doing here exactly." Tristan glanced towards the slave market. "And in front of the slave market, no less."

 

Alira ripped the chain off. She sat against the tree. Had that been Zack? If it was, there where a few things that needed to be done then. They had found them, this could mean all out war soon. But for now, she couldn't move for a bit, she had been caught off guard and blinded. Why didn't he kill her then, she was defencless. Did he sparer her for another reason.

Ekaf sat on top of a building looking for Tristan's sister. Why did the humans all seem so similiar. To make it worse the army had finally entered the town and she couldn't use her powers.

Lauren was confused, what should she do. Serve the king, was it right. he hadn't killed her. She made up her mind. She stood up and then bowed to the king. "I am yours to command how ever you want, my lord" she said calmly.

 

Eleanor sighed and looked to the children in front of them. She cleared her throat, obviously uncomfortable with the situation; she'd never been around a child since she had been one herself, many years ago.

What am I supposed to say to them to keep them calm and make sure they aren't hurt? she thought desperately. This isn't what I was hired for; I'm supposed to be out there guarding Tristan with my life and destroying anything in the way! Not... watching babies!

"You're here to help, yes?" one of the young Cylians spoke now, and Eleanor almost jumped, her mental concentration broken.

She cleared her throat again and crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes," she replied uneasily. "But... me and my friend won't be staying for long; we have to protect the city as well against people that... aren't the ones who should be in charge; like... like the ones that wanted to hurt you and kept you here in the dark."

She stepped toward the child who had spoken, trying to keep her voice steady. "Now," she began. "How safe can you all be here if we leave? Now that those bracelets are gone and you have control of yourselves?"

The child looked around, and then back at Eleanor, as if she'd spoken another language. "We're not afraid," he answered smoothly. "And you don't have to leave us here; you of all people should understand that, even though we look young, we're just as strong as you. We can help; I'm sure that was your master's plan."

Eleanor blinked, a little surprised. "Tristan is not my master," she started defensively, and then sighed. "I'm sorry, I guess I just assumed you'd want to stay in here safe since many will die once that army reaches us."

The boy nodded, as if he already understood everything and she was being redundant; he had a look of strained patience in his eyes. "We will do what we want to make sure we all live."

Eleanor looked over her shoulder, not knowing how to reply. She saw that Lanan still hadn't joined her, and walked over to him.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "I can't handle all those... kids in there by myself."