Gendoshima oh, ah 10,000 years... kink or conquer?

Fuckside down in a world of shit... for once that's not how I feel, but I'm certain someone out there is eating a giant pile of it on my behalf, seeing as my mistresses of Luck and Fate are being so kind to me today. Well actually to be more to the point it was just another typical day in the belly of hell, here I was face down in a pool of.... oh wait dried that up a long time ago, it's only dirt this time and it taste like... Lizardman blood. Not Mountain Dew...

And that's when my troubles started all over again, Luck and Fate, such fickle beasts I swear. Every time I show up here things go straight to the Lizardman God-hunting bullshit. Someone has a sick sense of humor. But as with all things like deserves like they try to kill me... hint hint nudge nudge wink wink... they die. Hardly a warm up exercise three rather oddly dressed Lizardman... where they ever dressed before, hmp I can't recall oh well.... fuck me!


Son of a bitch I just payed four thousand Heckel Dreks for this outfit too. I swear if their blood stains my new clothes I'm going to hunt ever last one of their retarded species into extinction.... again. Wait retarded...?

That was the thing that sparked the first difference of note to him as he stalked off looking for water to clean the blood off of his clothes. Never before had the Lizardmen seemed so under intelligent or as he had put it retarded. They were just that a much slower mentally capable species here and now then when he had warred with them on previous occurrences. He began to ponder when he had arrived on Galiavan as he found an edge to the island, which at the moment he wasn't sure that it was the island he had left it when last he stepped foot upon its freshly created shores. For most this would have prove an impossible feat as the isle of Shi no Shima was bound by a massive magical barrier made to contain the inhabitants of the island from the rest of Galiavan. Apparently he thought very little of such barriers, as he passed through it without noticing it's effects at all.

Taking off his clothes he began to rinse the Lizard Blood from them, all four thousand Heckel Dreks worth. One pair of all-desert weather uv filtration 98 degree stead thermal knickers. Perfect for all occasions and desert weather storms, from sun to sandstorm one size fits one size. Next was the ultralight heat reducing rose pink transparent overcoat; the perfect all desert season coat, great for parties, social gatherings or herding dwarf Merkinfins. The average Merkinfin's bite won't be able to pierce this stylishly designed overcoat, which doubles as heat protection of the finest caliber. Followed by the all purpose utility battle harness with hood, which the locals had referred to as a halter-top vest. Viking war boots perfect for the gentle dessert breezes to cool your feet, without all the fuss of stuffy boot, their utilitarian design of straps to the knees and throng and padded sole make them perfect for the desert nomad or noble alike. A grand total of four thousand Heckel Dreks, a worthless and overly abundant natural resource that he spent eight and half months tracking down and hunting the rarest Dessert Troglodytes to gather, that could have just been dug out of the dessert sands anywhere on the planet. Four thousand Heckel Dreks eight and a half months of hunting and gathering the most common commodity on the planet from the rarest creature on the planet, to purchase the finest garments on the entire planet which are available free of charge to all. Needless to say he was satisfied with the deal he had made, a little taxing and expensive but he figured it was all worth while. Little did he know that he could have just taken the clothing free of charge, or that he was the only male on the entire planet, and he was dressed in the finest of women's clothing. Or that the clothing label which he could not read, read may shrink in salt water.

He sighed as he tossed his freshly scrubbed clothes onto the beach of Shi no Shima, taking a relaxing dip into the salt waters of the Scardian ocean. Peace and quiet, with the Lizardmen safely behind the magical barrier of Shi no Shima he was afford a nice refreshing break.

Ahh no fucking lizards, no fucking desert, ahhh.... peace and quiet.

Relaxed for the first time in so long, he did what came naturally to him on Shi no Shima, he took a nap. And of course that always ends up going bad for him in the end. Well rested he stood taking another quick dip into the ocean to wash the sands from his body and hair he lumbered out relaxed and at ease, sunning himself for a while to dry he gathered up his clothes and decked himself out in the finest of that desert worlds fashions. His clothes that were perfectly loose and only slightly baggy in all the right place before felt a little tight in places they shouldn't be tight ever. The shrinking had begun. He was busy adjusting himself more specifically his clothes to a much more comfortable position when he caught the full on noon time ray of sunlight straight into his eyes. Reminding him that he had a pair of sunglasses with him, checking his clothes and where they had lain he didn't find the slightest track of them. He checked by the shore where he had stripped down to clean his clothes still no where to be found, almost frantically he began searching the immediate area finding no trace of them until he heard a gargle of a splash. Spinning around he saw the thing he feared most, not a creature of the deep which was slowly splashing away from the shores, but his sunglasses stuck to the creature as he swam away.

Well only one sensible thing to do!

Yes give them up for lost... if he were a normal man that might have been the logical choice. Being what and who he was he dove in after the beast of the seas.

Three days deep into chasing his sunglasses across the roaring Scardian Ocean he finally caught the critter napping.  Dryly remarking to himself through gritted teeth and mouthfuls of salty ocean water between high tidal waves as he pulled one hand free of the beast now punctured eye.

Yup you're gonna sleep with the fishes.  Crap!

Realizing that his sunglasses had slipped free during the nap time ambush of the giant sea beast he dove into the waters without a second thought, his sunglasses were too important to lose.  After all they were custom made to be break proof, scratch proof, and nearly indestructible thus why they sank in the ocean.  Several hours later he surfaced have died a number of unpleasant times by drowning and possible one or two encounters with undersea lifeforms.  Breathing a sigh of relief he tread water as he slipped his sunglasses back into place on his eyes.

Ahh that's more like it, just the right amount of sunlight shining through.

The irony wasn't lost on him as he floated on his back staring straight up through the eye of an ocean storm.  He had a little time to think of which why to go, back or elsewhere.  Fuck islands, fuck deserts, fuck Heckel Dreks, fuck lizardmen.... no bad bad he thought to himself remembering a certain overly long period of time involving a certain demon goddess and her prolonged snack time black magics.  Shaking the thoughts from his head he felt something off...

Off in the distance a gentle tugging at his mind as if part of him was elsewhere, a part of him that should not be left alone.  There was no choice he had to retrieve that which beckoned to him from across the ocean, through the storm....



Some time later, days, weeks, he really couldn't tell you, he crawled ashore on a misty island.  Sleep, he splayed out on sandy rocky shore and slept for days the deep sleep of death.  When finally he woke with health and life returned to him he took stock of his situation.   Standing arms crossed he stood motionless save for his eyes first looking down, then straight ahead, down, then straight ahead, down, then up in disgust and mild humor.  Scruffy looking wasn't the word for it as water splashed against his bare thighs...





Disheveled hair overgrown looking like hell washed over... the term brought a slight smile to his lips as he noted that almost all four thousand Heckel Dreks worth of clothing was know... a thong, and not much of one at that.   An article of clothing he soon discarded as it was chaffing his ass in a very uncomfortable sort of way.  One thing brought him to his senses in a manner of speaking that which beckoned to him was near, near enough to reach to find to return to where it belonged.  He walked on heading in the direction the calling came from.  His trip was eventful in a isolated and ignored sort of way.  The Island of Gendoshima which he should have passed right through were he mortal and not the being which he had always been behaved oddly at his presence.  He walked upon the land as though it were substantial and real, a solid surface, startled by mortal beings walking straight through his body without even noticing him.  Time and again this happened as an even stranger event occurred a large cruise ship passed through the island knocking him to the ground as it slide beside him like a ship in the sea.  Reaching the far side of the island he stopped as he saw yet another being cross his path and walk straight through him, then fell straight through the ground into the ocean.  With no way of passing through the ground into the waters below where the splash came from it seemed as though that person was doom to drown trapped between island and ocean depths.  

He shrugged their was nothing he could do and went to what he knew he would find, his Sword, the blade reforged by Krad into a weapon of his liking a weapon lost millennia ago which had come to this island plunging it into a pocket dimension not entirely removed from the outside world but outside of the world outside's reach.  He looked at the blade, there were stress fractures all along it, from the battle that had been fought over it lifetimes ago, cracks that were growing in size since the initial damage had been done.  All to soon "he" would be able to break free so he placed his hand upon the blade diverting his pure being, the Essence of Rage into the blade slowly once again binding away the Krafey the Essence of the Megalomaniac from the rest of existence.

Fenwick El Sha the aging commander of the Faith Breakers stood watch over the ceremonial site.  Here it was that the ancient blade remained buried within the rock and ground.  A relic of the foundation of the island of Gendoshima, the vary object that had cut them off from the rest of Galiavan all those millennia ago.  But ancient history was only a part of why he had come to the ceremonial site of the nation, today was the day of the official start of the reign of the Lord reagent Doll Fel Ro Sheang.  It was his duty and his duty alone among all the Faith Breakers to attend.  He was representative and this was one job he could not ignore, he was duty bound to stand through the ceremony though he would rather have been on the board stun cuffing some local peasant trying to flee Gendoshima.  

Fenwick was clam by nature, collected it was a requirement of being the First Blade of the Faith Breakers, of being a Faith Breaker in general.  The military had no real reason to be here other than to stand on ceremony, literally.  So he stood watching for once not wearing his Faith Breaker, but traditional battle armor used ceremonially purposes like the crowning of a new Lord or Wraith Reagent.  He wanted to leave but he couldn't he was stuck until Lord Reagent Sheang's ceremony was concluded, his eyes rested once again on the ancient relic the fable God Sword immovable stuck for all eternity in the rock where it landed on the day the mist rose up.  It was a cracked and weathered blade, looking as though one good punch from his Faith Breaker armor would shatter the relic to dust.

Soon the nobility of Gendoshima started to arrive, though the word nobility wasn't exactly accurate.  One by one they arrived taking spots to watch the Lord reagent's ceremony.  Among the honored guest a group of began to mix in filling in seats as the nobles shifted about or standing in disgust to find different seats for themselves. The Wraith reagent's court were filing in making their noble brethren uneasy at the presence of their lesser yet equal criminal counterparts.

Fenwick shook his head he did not like the government system of Gendoshima but it was a necessary evil that helped to maintain peace and keep the Faith Breakers from having to intervene in civil affairs.  On the one hand there was law and order, the nobility and the Governmental Guards, the respectable government and it's people.  On the other hand their was the Wraith Reagent's court, all criminals and powerful persons of interest, but not of the nobility of the honest law abiding kind at lest.  Both groups were legitimate powers of authority on Gendoshima, both had power and influence over their respected half of the nation.  The Lord Reagent and the Governmental Guard the GG's were law and order for the public at large, the Wraith Reagent and the Khan Blackguard were the criminal underworlds.  two halves of the same whole, a system necessary due to the laws of the lad preventing the Faith Breakers the nation military power form being involved in all but nation security risks.  Fenwick as all Faith Breakers knew this was only way it could be.

Slowly the court of the Wraight Reagent rose to their feet as he strode in lik ehe owed the place.  Baggy pants, no shirt and gold chains dangling from his neck the Wraith Reagent strutting into the ceremonial chambers true to his nature making a full show of his presences.


SUP'M PEOPLE....FA DAO IN THE HIZZZZZZZZZ HOUSE!  THE HIP HOP GANGSTA IS HERE!

Insert Undramatic dramatic pause for Fa Dao the Wraith Reagent to build the disgust, and in his mind suspense of the people.  Fa Dao dove forward tumbling across the remaining space toward the ancient and giant sword righting himself he bowed to the crowd of which only his followers were applauding.

Yeah, yeah get on with it'm people, let's make this a bang up show ya... and ya gnaw that other dude can do his thang!

Waving his hand in a sign of yeah whatever get on with it I have better things to do he leaned against the archaic sword.  Meanwhile The First Blade shook his head in disgust, once upon a time the Wraith reagent had been a noble man who manged the affairs of the common folk and the criminals with a tactful elegance, but that was years before.  Now he dreaded each day as the young Fa Dao let the delicate balance shift day by day toward chaos and war, always just outside the lines which the Faith Breakers could act upon.  


Silence reign upon the ceremonial site as a heavy cloud of dust blocked the light from entering the ceremonial hall.  Oh great Fenwick thought knowing those that came were a group either far more dangerous, or far more devious then the current Wraith Reagent to contend with.  They marched in with silent footsteps which should have thundered in the streets for miles around but barely made a sound as the priest of The Dark made their flashy yet deathly silent entrance.  Like no priest anywhere, those servants of The Dark were an oddity unto themselves, clothed in colorful robes, more transparent cloth then actual solid material they danced on silent feet, with metal bracelets and necklaces tinkling without so much as a sound against there bare and very visible variety of skin tones, colors, textures their parade to the ceremony marched on.  All kinds marched to the bat of The Dark's religious drum, Beast-kin Beijionese, and human alike, much as the nobility lower class and criminal elements were made up of all three Gendoshimen races.  Slowly behind the entire parade of religious believers and Priest of The Dark came a single mane robed in fire, a monster of a man twelve foot in height, broad of shoulder and large of mass, all muscle concealed beneath his flaming robes.  This was the High Priest of The Dark, second only to the Reverend Mother who remained within the sacred temple of The Dark.  His walk was slow almost a rolling gait as his weight and height seemed to make him shift from side to side as he took his place at the alter behind the and above the sacred sword.  Pausing for a moment he knelt down and made signs of reverence to the Giant Sword which dwarfed him by many feet in height.  The blade sparkled in the dust blocked light as though it was mending straining to become whole once again.  Rising the High Priest stood behind the alter well above those gathered for the ceremony in plain sight of all.

Loud and clear the beat of a drum banged increasing in volume over time as the gathering silenced completely for the ceremony.  A small man of only five feet in height walked quietly into the ceremonial hall as the drum beat came to an end as his foot touched the stones of the floor.  

May you walk in the light of The Dark, as you rise to the station of Lord Reagent.  Come forward Doll Fel Ro Sheang, come and swear by the sacred sword, our most holy of relics to take upon yourself the duties and office of the protector of our lands and people.  Come in seeking in humble service to the alter of mortal kind and offer yourself to the good of the Gendoshimen people.

Doll Sheang walked forward reaching a hand toward the sword going over the word he was supposed to speak to conclude the ceremony and become the Lord Reagent.  The blade looked better than he ever remembered seeing it as he opened his lips to speak a loud bursting sound popped in the ears of ever being on the island save for one.  A man standing holding the sacred blade whole and un-fractured in one hand as he ran the other through his unruly and tangle hair.  A smirk played across his lips as all eyes were upon him, in all his naked profound splendor, as he realized they could see him and he could interact with them.

Hi...? I guess.

His words were drowned out by a cry from outside the ceremonial hall echoing all across the city and island.

The Mist is gone!  The cry rang loud and clear almost every one ran from the ceremonial hall in the excitement of this strange turn of events.  The mist was gone, what could it mean.  Meanwhile one being turned its massive form upon the new comer who claimed the sacred sword.  

You must die heretic.  None shall possess that blade except The Dark.  DIE!

It all happened so fast but none remained to witness it as the Priest of The Dark sealed the ceremonial chamber doors to allow the High Priest to contend with the heretic alone and reclaim the sacred sword for The Dark.  Off fell the robes of flame as the High Priest stood fully erect, not twelve feet in height but closer to eighteen having hidden the bulk of his body beneath the flaming robes.  Reddish black scales adorned by clawed hands and feet dug at the alter as glimmering eyes burnt with pure rage.  It stood tall a beast from the Abyss, something that should never have existed in the first place a creature mortal weapons more often than not failed to harm let alone hinder.  It sprang forward without hesitation...

He spun shifting his weight to his left foot flipping the massive sword over in his hand until he gripped it underhanded as it's size shrunk to a mere fraction of what it had been.  In one fluid motion he swung catching the giant lizardman off guard as it's arms encircled him failing to stop the much small blade from cutting deep into its skull.  He turned covered it he creatures blood as he whipped its blood from his blade before forcing it to change into a binding which wrapped around his left arm like a bracer.  In a way the blade was a part of him, and yet it was someone else as well, with a touch of a third mixed in.  It was a part him and he could change it's shape to suit his needs.  A weapon as fluid as himself in many ways.  He spat on the dead creature, thankful that his weapon A Sword Called Hate was capable of killing the foul creature.

Fucking Droslanox!

He spat once again on the corpse of the Droslanox as he walked toward the doors to the ceremonial hall things were going to be very interesting, and dratfy if he couldn't find some clothes soon.

Galiavan Heat News, joins us now as we switch over to a live broadcast from our ace reporter in the field Downwind Flintcock.  Flintcock what's the situation.

Well Manznail, were a days ride off the coast of Beijio in the Scardian Ocean, and something is different.  We're nearing the sight of the mythical Gendoshima island.  That's correct the strange phenomenon that we find off the coast of Beijio where a strange mist just hangs in the ocean.  Throughout history we have had a handful of rumors completely unproven about an island existing within this mist.  As you can see from my camera it's a massive mist just sitting in their like an out of place Furry in the middle of a city... Wait did you see that, let me zoom in...

Yes I think it is...

Well I'll be damned that was a person just falling right out of thin air folks.  Manznail I think we can prove once and for all that something is really their I'm going to see if I can get the captain of the ship to bring us in close and try and rescue that poor unfortunate soul and bring this case to a close once and for all...  I leave my camera on the mist in case anything else pops up... or should I say drops in on us.

Johnny Manznail here folks, as you can see we have our eyes on a legendary happening, the Island of Gendoshima is somewhere in that mist.  To all accounts we have never had solid evidence to back the claims of supposed citizens of this mythical island in the mist, until this very moment.  If you're just tuning in let me recap the situation, Downwind Flintcock is aboard a cruise ship now steering toward the mist where the legendary island of Gendoshima is supposed to exist.  Only moments ago we saw something fall out of apparently nowhere.  Upon closer examination and using our patented zooming technology we can see that a Furry, I mean a Beastkin of some particular variety is thrashing about in the water barely staying afloat.  The ship is closing in on the distance now and entering the mist to rescue it.  As we wait for Flintcock to return... what the hell is that!




Silence followed both in the news room studio and on the screen as the image blurred returning to Downwind Flintcock as a scream is heard piercing and agonizing.  Everywhere the camera pans is mist, but slowly the mist thins, as a loud cracking and breaking is heard.  The image clears of mist and all is deathly quiet in the newsroom as the image defaults to the cameras base mode.  A thing it only does under one situation.  The view slowly zooms out as the image become crystal clear the cruise ship is seen splintered in half by solid ground and trees poking their way out at odd angles.   The image centers on a single tree, frighteningly eerie, parts of it appear to be human in form and shape wiggling not in the wind as the rest of the tree remains still.  The camera stops zooming out and zooms in up close and dead center we see Downwind Flintcock, a large tree piercing through his body, branches jutting out through his eye sockets, arm pits and crouch.  His face a mask of sheer pain felt only for an instant or so one would hope.  The image cuts to static.....


Galiavan news is experiencing technical difficulties.

It didn't take long for the Wraith Reagent to move away from the strange weirdo as he thought the man to be who appeared out of no where holding what he could only regretfully assume was the sacred blade in one hand. Before he had a chance to avert his eyes from the strange splendor of the man holding the blade the cry from outside went up proclaiming that the mist had cleared. Shock was the only thing in the self proclaimed Hip Hop Gangsta's mind, "the mist gone" he thought "impossible". Yet still he moved as fast if not faster than all the others gathered for the ceremony. If it was true, this was his chance to do more than just settle for being the Wraith to the Lord Reagent. His mind raced almost as fast as his feet knocking people aside as he barreled through everyone that got in his way to reach the outside.

His mind went numb it was true the mist was gone as if someone had just swept it all away without so much as a wisp left behind to show that it had ever been there before. His hands shock not with shock but with eagerness and determination, the sun was shining brightly upon him with no mist to cloud his high hopes for the future. He pushed more people out of his way as they too stood in shock of the mistless world their eyes saw. He made his way to the nearest gyrocar and started it up, it was time to move, time to take action, time to take what he had always wanted. He had plans to make and people to put to use.

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The Lord Reagent stumbled out of the ceremony forgotten by everyone, his moment in the spotlight ruined not merely by the man who appeared out of nowhere but by the clearing of the mist. He stood in the crowd outside the ceremonial hall like all the rest being pushed around as more people filed out to bare witness to the miracle that had taken place. A miracle that he would have to try and use to make up for the ruined ceremony. He didn't have long to wait before the Governmental Guard surrounded him in as much of a daze as he was to escort him to the palace and his new home officially. They brought him around to the side of the ceremonial hall where it was quiet and the general public were few or far between to the royal gyrocopter.

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The priest of The Dark followed a silent order and barred the ceremonial hall from the outside before disappearing into the crowds of stunned and awed citizens, disrobing and blending into the crowds with little to no effort. Not a one waiting to see how their High Priest fared, they knew The Dark would prevail it was predestined and foretold already by the Reverend Mother. Even though she never spoke of the mist clearing from the land.

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Fenwick El Sha was one of the last to leave before the priest hustled everyone out so their High Priest could deal with what he called a heretic. This was business of The Dark but more to the point it wasn't a problem for the Faith Breakers, although the butt ass naked man holding a sword was a question he shouldn't walk away from. As he worked his way through the crowd he came to a pair of gyrobikes and his second in command the Second Blade. Mounting his gyrobike he spoke.

"We'll need to see if the mist is truly gone Taxton, and if coming back is possible. I hate to lose even one good man, but we have to verify and I think we'll have to open the Vault of the Maker King to begin prepping the Mark I's and possible everything we can load them with."

"You sure Fenwick, that's an awful lot of heavy artillery on a what if?"

"Well we've never heard of the mist being cleared accept in ancient tales of times before the sword, and that sword is gone or well not where it was anymore. My guess is with the mist being gone, people can come and go now too, an dour orders don't change. Only which way we face."

"Out?"

"Out, it's a risk but most people already know we're there to stop them from leaving, so it's outsiders I'm worried about now. And ten thousand years is a long time for the outside world to grow up ugly and nasty. Best hedge our bets Taxton, we're on full alert going forward. Get all the Glaciers up and running everyone is on active duty and the rest of the Blades are to report with their ten best subordinates to the Vault. I'll start prepping the Mark I's while you assemble our forces. I can't help but think dark days are coming Tax."

"Aye, aye Fen..."

The two men saluted and started up their respective gyrobikes. Fenwick El Sha turning to head toward the near impregnable Vault of the Maker King, while his second in command Taxton Lenrick headed for the border of Gendoshima the shores on which the Faith Breakers stood eternal watch and where their bases were.

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He stood naked the sword now a bracer on his right forearm, as he looked at the closed door in front of him. Locked, barred and probably barricaded for the way his luck was going. He shook his head and slipped his sunglasses back onto his face, they had survived this far, he might as well keep them on for good luck. He turned and walked back to the dead Droslanox, disgust was not the word for how he felt about these abominations which crawled out of the Abyss, nearly unstoppable beast. Either brute force greater than their own, or weapons beyond imaging were required to even dent the thick scaled freaks of nature. How had this one come to be here, he was certain they had been sealed away for good, but than again the Abyss always has a way of reconnecting to worlds. Well if nothing else that flaming robe appealed to him, and he reached for it. It burnt his hands as he lifted it holding the outside but the inside of it was cool and comfortable. The coat shifted in size to fit his much smaller body than it's previous owners. Magic, he shrugged as he leaned against the altar for the ceremony, where the Droslanox had stood behind when he appeared. The altar slowly charred but no matter how long he leaned against it, it did not catch fire or do more than char from the heat of his new shiny jacket. His hands had healed as he decided to wait out the chaos of his arrival to this place. No rush there was plenty of time to figure out what to do next, after he relaxed for a while he figured. And relax he did for the time being.

Fa Dao lounged upon his throne, not the great throne of the Lord reagent but one more fitting to his station as Wraith reagent less glorious, less splendid, and more basic.  A thing that stung his great pride and ambition, but no more he thought as he observed his court.  

The court of the Wraith Reagent was as motley a crew as any, from petty thieves, too coldblooded murders, to nobles who felt more at home slitting their regal opponents throats with blades rather than words in the presence of their peers.  It was a court of violent intrigues rather than the Lord Reagent's court of political ones.  The whole court stood, sat or lounged around waiting for the Wraith to begin.  It was customary for the Wraith to preside over the pleas and petitions of his people, but on this day he sat lost in the thoughts within his own mind ignoring they gathered of his fiefdom.  

A young buck vying for a place among his honored guest stood waiting, his patience's wearing thinner by the second as the Reagent blatantly ignored all gathered for his ear and time.    The young one turned preparing to leave without so much as a second thought for the ignoble Reagent who ignored his subjects.  Three steps from the door he heard a soft cough, turning he stood stock still as the Wraith's Reagent's personal guard walked slowly toward him as their liege stood finally ready to receive his people.  The Khan Blackguard circled around the young buck blocking his way to the outside, forcing him to turn back and stand once more before the lord he had so recently decided was not worth serving under despite the order of the court of the Wraith.  

Maw peepsellsssssssssssssssssssssssssss! Yuz hona me! Honad I'm to be your lord en sovren.  I's lika momen ta share the vonda of toda.  Ve Roz vith da mist.

He slipped into a stationary hop, feeling the rhythm of his inside beats.  The Gangsta's hop moved from left and right as his mind cleared focusing on the things within his mind clearly and his task at the moment holding court.  The first to contend with was the young buck before him who had dishonored him by attempting to leave.  Unlike most man the Hip Hop Gangsta thrived when his mind slid into his own personal grove.  Among other things his mind slipped into a functional state that was often lost in his constant attempts to be the Hip Hop Gangsta, whereas he was when his beats started to jive with his inner-self.  It was almost like having a split personality.

Break him!

Without hesitation the Khan Blackguard seized the young buck shattering his knees with blunt force from their stiff hammer staves.  

Now dat's how it's done, you stand til I drop the words of confirmation or damnation young buck.  You come before thee throne you stand alone, and you stand until I say ya can blow.  Now cut the groaning and spit ya piece before I order ma guard to slit ya to feed the Lord Reagent's geese.

"I... I... ah.. I...

Make it quick... or you die a death that is far from...

Overcome with pain and hate, but most of all fear for his life the young buck spit out his request.

"A place in your lordships court.  I made a kill this week past in the palace of the Lord Reagent, his man at arms the second in command of his personal guard.  My proof is in the knot.  I twisted the last three loops around in the reverse direction, to mark the kill as mine for proof to you my lord."

As quick as he began he stopped the pain making him sink into the arms of the Khan Blackguardsmen who held him up.

Bold to claim a kill in the Lord Reagent's palace, and harder yet ta prove young buck.  If your words be truth, you shall remain not hang from the Lord Reagent's roof.  We shall judge ya worthiness when word is confirmed, next supplicant!

The guardsmen walked him away to a seat where he would remain while he suffered his injuries until he was proven to speak truth or to lay.  The more he moved the more his Hip Hop Gangsta strut in the place of his try hard failure of a personality.  The next came before him and the next, so on and so on until at least the days work was at an end.  An end he wished to be heard only be his trusted followers.

Enough z enough, clear the court of all but the blood.


The Court of the Blood, his own retainers those he trusted those he promoted those who served him in good faith, those not too ambitions in their own right.  Once the Blood alone remained he paced into the center of his court, stretching as he began to move in a side to side quick step fashion, his mind sharper than it had been earlier in the day.

Tonight we begin what should have begun so long ago.  We rise to the palace of the Lord Reagent, soon we will take what is ours by right of virtue and power.  I received earlier in the day news of a ship from the outside world.  It is ours for the taking the Faith Breakers have no claim as it is too far inland.  The outside world has come to us, go my loyal retainers and secure it for our advancement and rise to the Lord Reagent's station.

Lord Reagent Doll Fel Ro Sheang sat in his private gyrocopter as the short hop from the ceremonial hall to the palace landing site was made.  During the trip he had time to discern the portents that were revealed during his interrupted ceremony, both the man and the mist.  Reagent Sheang was a man of superstition, of signs and omens, all of his life was devoted to the predicting of the future and the path best to follow.  Of the man, it was hard to say without having further contact with him, but that he wielded the Sacred Sword, was as clear a portent as any he had seen in his life.  The man was god blessed or a God himself, but which or which were questions that only time would tell.  As for the mist, it's clearing would require investigation, not into the cause, that was clear enough to him.  The God being was responsible plain as day; he arrived and was heralded by the sound of his people singing out about the mist clearing.  

But were these signs of good tidings or ill?

He needed Varsylus, his adviser though often enough short with him was a man whose opinion he respected as he had given sound advice time and again since he came into power.  Although the advice to go through with the traditional ceremony of the Lord Reagent did not seem to fall into the sound advice column in retrospective.  It was a royal disaster, but not necessarily in a bad way, food for thought.  As the gyrocopter prepared to set down he saw the man he had been hoping to see Varsylus.  He was not alone, next him stood a hooded figure, a plain hood and cloak nothing to say whether for ill or good fortune.  Stepping out of the gyrocopter he waved his adviser to follow.

Inside, we have much to discuss, and perhaps something historic as well.  Summon the royal attendants in the council hall, but not the council yet.

My Lord?

Inside Varsylus, we have too much to discuss outside where the sun is blindingly bright after ten thousand years of mist is hardly the place for comfort and lengthy discussions.

Three hours Varsylus had to wait with his robed guest in the council hall as the attendants gathered and food was prepared for the lord Reagent his adviser and a select few others who were privy to the workings of the council, and of course the palace slaves were present.

Gendoshimen slaves were all marked clearly, by the bulging metal piercings protruding from all of their genitalia, large uncomfortable gyro-based devices which served as collar and shackles as well as a ball and chain of sorts when need called for it. Obvious to everyone who saw them, to mark their shame and status as criminals tried and found guilty to live out their sentences as slaves to the people who could afford them. The palace of the Lord Reagent housed a hundred slaves alone at any given time. The gyroshackles kept the slaves in line, keeping them apart, keeping them out of arms reach, and away from anything that was off limits, an imperfect system but one that was harmless but effective. Whenever a slave was doubled over on the ground their gyroshackles were responsible, shifting their balance to force them to their knees until their owners dealt with them. A runaway slave could die before their master found them if they were not careful or if they strayed in the wrong direction too far from their allowed area of enslavement.

When Lord Reagent Sheang had finished enlightening his adviser on the topics of mist, man, and misbegotten ceremony they began to discuss the meaning of these portents and omens to great length. After much discussion it was decided the god being was to be found and spoken with if possible, and the mist would have to be left to the Faith Breakers for the time being. With those things settle Varsylus introduce his guest a beautiful lady who he said would make for an excellent peace offering to placate the Wraith Reagent. A thing the Lord Reagent did not find an appealing act, but all the signs pointed to it being a wise decision all the same.

Crisis Rocan wrote:Galiavan Heat News, joins us now as we switch over to a live broadcast from our ace reporter in the field Downwind Flintcock.  Flintcock what's the situation.

Well Manznail, were a days ride off the coast of Beijio in the Scardian Ocean, and something is different.  We're nearing the sight of the mythical Gendoshima island.  That's correct the strange phenomenon that we find off the coast of Beijio where a strange mist just hangs in the ocean.  Throughout history we have had a handful of rumors completely unproven about an island existing within this mist.  As you can see from my camera it's a massive mist just sitting in their like an out of place Furry in the middle of a city... Wait did you see that, let me zoom in...

Yes I think it is...

Well I'll be damned that was a person just falling right out of thin air folks.  Manznail I think we can prove once and for all that something is really their I'm going to see if I can get the captain of the ship to bring us in close and try and rescue that poor unfortunate soul and bring this case to a close once and for all...  I leave my camera on the mist in case anything else pops up... or should I say drops in on us.

Johnny Manznail here folks, as you can see we have our eyes on a legendary happening, the Island of Gendoshima is somewhere in that mist.  To all accounts we have never had solid evidence to back the claims of supposed citizens of this mythical island in the mist, until this very moment.  If you're just tuning in let me recap the situation, Downwind Flintcock is aboard a cruise ship now steering toward the mist where the legendary island of Gendoshima is supposed to exist.  Only moments ago we saw something fall out of apparently nowhere.  Upon closer examination and using our patented zooming technology we can see that a Furry, I mean a Beastkin of some particular variety is thrashing about in the water barely staying afloat.  The ship is closing in on the distance now and entering the mist to rescue it.  As we wait for Flintcock to return... what the hell is that!




Silence followed both in the news room studio and on the screen as the image blurred returning to Downwind Flintcock as a scream is heard piercing and agonizing.  Everywhere the camera pans is mist, but slowly the mist thins, as a loud cracking and breaking is heard.  The image clears of mist and all is deathly quiet in the newsroom as the image defaults to the cameras base mode.  A thing it only does under one situation.  The view slowly zooms out as the image become crystal clear the cruise ship is seen splintered in half by solid ground and trees poking their way out at odd angles.   The image centers on a single tree, frighteningly eerie, parts of it appear to be human in form and shape wiggling not in the wind as the rest of the tree remains still.  The camera stops zooming out and zooms in up close and dead center we see Downwind Flintcock, a large tree piercing through his body, branches jutting out through his eye sockets, arm pits and crouch.  His face a mask of sheer pain felt only for an instant or so one would hope.  The image cuts to static.....


Galiavan news is experiencing technical difficulties.

Meanwhile...

On the burning wreckage of the ship, the entourage of the notable 'Chrysise', the popular Beijionese Pop Idol, (Model, Actress, Advertiser, and Demon Slayer among other jobs) were thrown about the Cruise Ship, the Double Knocker. It was named so by Chrysis' manager, "DZA" a short, irritable man who wasn't even present. A shame, really, as the idol would have loved to see him be skewered upon the masts of the Pickleball net like one of her 'fans-clusive' servants-er, coworkers? Cri herself was not to be found on the upper deck. No no no, she was on the deck, being fawned over by her 'fans' who were taking shots of her as she posed for them:



She was going to be interviewed with shortly by the 'poorly named' Flintcock, who had, in passing, asked for her if she'd like to 'flint his **ck' a few moments before the unfortunate... 'beaching'. That is, ironically, what befell poor Chrysis, who had been thrown from the ship violently, her head bashed against a rock upon hitting the sandy shoals. Thankfully for the real Chrysise, she had blown this cruise off to meet with a potential partner in Ithteca. Her copy was bleeding, with wide, vacant eyes staring up at the sky without any life in them.

That was till...

[from here...remotely]

Life returned to the eyes of Chrysise's clone. She blinked, wincing at the pain in the back of her skull as she sat up on the beach. Her blood vaporized from her hair, and the skull and exposed brain reformed secretly under the thick curtain of violet hair draped against her taut, well toned back. She looked around her, the destruction of the Double Knocker...was terrible. "Well it was only a matter of time till the Gods would strike that abomination down... Is that Flintcock?" She blinked, looking up at his twitching corpse half embedded in a tree. She then realized she wasn't on a beach, the ship had landed near a lake, and around her was forestation and other such things one would associate with deep woodland. "Huh..." She blinked, confused. "That island literally appeared out of no where..." she says, yawning, taking a big, long stick and poked Downwind's face. She shrugged. "I want to make a pun or statement about him being named 'downwind', and his current predicament, but nothing seems to come to mind... then again, I just lost half of mine." She shrugged, continuing to poke the horribly maimed, lecherous reporter.

She soon got bored, and stood up, shaking the sand clinging to her curvy rump by patting it off. "Hm... where the heck are we, anyway?" She asked the air, bored with her left hand on her hip, leg pumped as she leaned a little to her left. Her bored, lidded gaze checked the treeline for something, or anyone. But nothing. Yet. Intrigued with what her clone had stumbled into, or rather what the Double Knocker had crashed into...same thing; the Idol decided to venture off on shaky legs, looking at the new environment. She could feel the magic was strong in the air here, stronger than any other place she had been prior. "What the hell...?" She asked herself.

The Reverend Mother of The Dark sat staring ahead within the confines of the Cloisters of The Dark, in the rooms reserved for it alone.  Ten millennia had passed since the Sacred Sword of the Eldest severed Gendoshima from the rest of Galiavan, ten millennia of being imprisoned on the island without any communication from its kin, the other children of the Eldest.  It remembered the days before its worshipers had found it and prayed to it, forming their own perverse religion praising it as their God, before it corrected them, before it taught them to revere it the true God of the Dark, the Eldest.

The name it took was the Reverend Mother, though it was anything but motherly or female.  Slender, toned, built in the image of the Eldest, though altered to be unique as all of its siblings had been.  He stared ahead through the shadowy smoke of his eyeless head.  A mouth, and ears, no nose no eyes, and to pitch black horns protruding from his check bones to form what remained of his head.  Tendrils of black wispy smoke spiraled his horns and filled the void where the rest of his face was missing.



Cold pale lips spread paper thin tasting the air, his tongue flicked out to moisten them.  His eyeless vision had witnessed the clearing of the mist, the fixed Sacred Sword and the all too familiar man who held it.  Though time had been unforgivably kind to the man, the one he whispered to his High Priest to label as a heretic, he was an enemy older then time it seemed and just as untouched by it.  The Reverend Mother summoned the entirety of the high Priest of The Dark three Droslanox of similar builds and heights to one slain with apparent ease by the naked man who seemingly appeared out of nowhere.  The man was like pure Chaos wherever he went things became unhinged from reality or bent toward him with an unfathomable pull stronger than gravity.  The Reverend Mother waited, considering the man of chaos and the plans he already laid into motion years before for Gendoshima, once before his plans had been thwarted and the islanders of Gendoshima survived to rebuild.  Slowly he rebuilt the power of The Dark into a religion an underground cult spread throughout Gendoshima like a plague.  So many members practicing in The Dark but in secret, only the priest dared walk in the open, and those of the High Priest order wore flaming robes to conceal their true nature from preying eyes.  The time to finish what had begun during the Blood War was drawing much closer.


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Two Beast-kin raced through the forest of Gendoshima toward the wreckage of the Double Knocker, the strange ship that had beached inland from the shore.  One Rabbit, one cat both Beast kin both Furrys, the lesser seen variety on Glaiavan.  Together they ran to be the first to look into the news for the Wraith Reagent.  Knowledge is was power, and the Wraith Reagent was mad for it.  The crash site was a prime chance for the Wraith Reagent to capitalize on the recently cleared mist and the world beond.

Jinx the mystic black cat furry,


Velvet the Hatchet, a greyish purple rabbit furry.


Together they ranged in closer toward the crash site, slowing to observe what they could.  Before making first contact with the outsiders.


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The man in the flaming robe rubbed his chin, realizing for the first time that he had both unruly hair all over his face and head.  He glanced at has arm and shrugged thinking to himself why not?  He pulled off his flaming cloak laying it down inside out so as to avoid burning his hands again when he retrieved it.  With an effort he focused on his weapon A Sword Called Hate as it slowly unwrapped from his forearm, elongating and smoothing out into a large standing mirror on the ground before him, connecting to a thin flat barber's razor in his hand by a thin chain.  It was well passed time for a shave!

Crisis Rocan wrote:
Two Beast-kin raced through the forest of Gendoshima toward the wreckage of the Double Knocker, the strange ship that had beached inland from the shore.  One Rabbit, one cat both Beast kin both Furrys, the lesser seen variety on Glaiavan.  Together they ran to be the first to look into the news for the Wraith Reagent.  Knowledge is was power, and the Wraith Reagent was mad for it.  The crash site was a prime chance for the Wraith Reagent to capitalize on the recently cleared mist and the world beond.

Jinx the mystic black cat furry,


Velvet the Hatchet, a greyish purple rabbit furry.


Together they ranged in closer toward the crash site, slowing to observe what they could.  Before making first contact with the outsiders.

Chrysis turned to the sound of movement. Other survivors who had not been fused with the surroundings nor ejected into a rock. She was still a bit dizzy, so she decided it was best to keep her distance from them. She did not know anyone really on this cruise ship, and even if she had, she had lost all but very recent memory of any conversation she may have had on board due to her head trauma. Chrysis instead took to exploring the locale. Where were they? This place was new, and unique. It looked like Ryunoshi, but with less bamboo...

... And yet there was bamboo intermixed with a number of other slight oddities. Oddities such a population of mini-dridders sentient half-spider, half woman, creatures with keen intellect and ruthless desires, be it taking what the desire or fulfilling their carnal natures upon whatever prey foolishly wanders into their territory. Territory such as that which the lovely Chrysis was heading toward. From the Double Knocker there was but one direction to go further in land. Toward a shimmering, cool, and oddly enchanting landlocked lake, the path leading toward the lake or rather the closest thing to a path that could be found were animal trails. Closer to the lake a glimmer of near transparent thread can be seen running from tree to tree as though the entire forest around the lake was infested with spiders. The closer to the lake the thicker and denser the dridder silk webs get. Discouraging trespassers from the forest itself. Leaving only the shores of the lake clear on either side of it's shimmering surface, but only partially for the forest encroached nearly all of the lake's shoreline.

A choice to go across the seaweed infested lake or through the dridder infested forest would greet her in the direction of the local civilization. Also the magic that filled the air, had dispersed, almost evaporating from existence. Almost but not quite exactly, it had centralized into a single point upon the Gendoshima, as though it had all been gathered up and stuffed into a magic proof container to stop it from leeching off the entirety of the island and it's inhabitants. The remaining feeling would be clear as the difference of day and night to the now mistless citizens of Gendoshima, it came from across the lake, almost a straight shot over and miles away.

On the other side of the like Jinx ad Velvet came to a halt looking about themselves for a safe means to circumvent the lake and forest, a mistake they should not have continued to make once they realized their destination lay beyond the Dridder's Stand and the Stand's infamous lake. The milled about debating if crossing the lake was worth it or if the risk of the Wraith Reagent's displeasure at going back and circling around the enter forest would be a less dangerous option.

Chrysis stood before a vast, shimmering jade lake upon realizing the wall of dridder like thread. She had debated shrinking her size, but in doing so she may be left prey to the smaller of creatures, and to think that this version of herself dying to the common squirrel or a garden snake was out of the question! She stood on the lake's edge, and could feel the change of magic in the air. "Hmm... odd, its as if there is a lightning rod out in the middle of the island..." She thought, rubbing her smooth chin with one hand, while her other hand lay on her hip. She caught movement across the lake, and her lavender gaze tilted upwards to the site of what looked like beast kin. One could be easily spotted as an Usagi-mimi, while the other a Neko. She waved at them. "Oiiiiiiii!" She screamed, waving her hands above her head.

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

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"No!"

"Yes"

"Oiiiiiiii!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Wait what?

"I said you go."

"I know what you said, but that's not what I was whating."

"What?

"Never mind."

"You're a cat you go across and check."

"Absolutely not, I hate water it gets my fur wet."

"Well no shit that's what water does."

"Well if you're so hell bent on crossing here you go get wet and find out."

"Gods no, I don't swim I'm a rabbit you short haired puss, you have to go."

"I only dog paddle, and that waters too deep."

"Oh righttttt you can't keep your head above water if your tail doesn't touch bottom."

"At least I can get wet, now get your bushy-tailed ass in the water and find out what's going on over there."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

Confused by the actions of the pair across the lake, she debated crossing it. "Oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!" She cried out again, placing one foot atop the water, turning it to ice as she stepped. The bridge rolled out ahead of her as she walked towards the pair, as it was the quickest path to them. "Oi!" She called out again. "I'm trying to talk to one of you! What's your problem?!" She called out, continuing to walk across the surface.

"Absolutely not!"

"We have no choice!"

"Yes we do."

No we don't"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

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They continued to argue completely oblivious to the woman approaching, the freezing of a small bridge like foot path across the ice, and most of all, the stirring of that which they argued about risking and tempting. Crossing the lake of the Dridder's Stand was not forbidden so much as it was too dangerous to survive without being prepared and avoiding it at all cost. So Jinx and Velvet continued to argued more afraid of going near the lake's shores than turning back and trying to go around. For death was a thing to be feared by either choice if they were to make one.

Crisis Rocan wrote:"Absolutely not!"

"We have no choice!"

"Yes we do."

No we don't"

"Yes!"

"No!"

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They continued to argue completely oblivious to the woman approaching, the freezing of a small bridge like foot path across the ice, and most of all, the stirring of that which they argued about risking and tempting.  Crossing the lake of the Dridder's Stand was not forbidden so much as it was too dangerous to survive without being prepared and avoiding it at all cost.  So Jinx and Velvet continued to argued more afraid of going near the lake's shores than turning back and trying to go around.  For death was a thing to be feared by either choice if they were to make one.

All the chaos woke Hime from her slumber, and she quickly followed the sound of the bickering before happening upon the backs of the two women.



She blinked her large red eyes at the pair's backs, noticing one was rabbit while the other a cat, before hearing her stomach growl. Such noisy creatures... so hungry... She grimaced. Of the two, the Cat looked more appetizing to start with, and Hime needed something with a little bite to it for her morning meal! She reached out her massive hands gripping the cat with her arms pinned to her sides before yanking the creature into the bushes and out of sight in mid bickering with the rabbit!

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes...MEOOOOOWWWW!"

"Nooooooomygod!"

Velvet the hatchet blinked as the words flew out of her mouth... one second she was bickering about which way not to get killed faster, and the next second she was inventing new ways to slur shocked words together. She flipped her over sized axe into a ready position flicking her head and body in opposite directions to watch both her front and back, and yes even her sides at the same time. Someone or something had just snatched her favorite bickering bitch buddy, and she knew it hadn't come from the water, but she couldn't turn her back on the water it could mean, and now she couldn't keep her back to the forest because it could mean her death. She worked her way into the most open spot on the lake shore, as far from the forest as possible but equally as far from the water's edge where something evil and maniacal lurked within.


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Jinx the mystic black cat furry... Meowed possible her last meow! Will she live? Will she survive? Or will she become kitten fritters?

While Velvet panicked... Hime... fed...

Ulp...scarf... glurp...
"MEOW-----mmmphhhhh?!"

Came a desperate cry... then, stepping out from the bushes to Velvet's right, she saw the tall, pale woman in the ribbed sweater. Massive claw like hands adorned with some sort of shiny metal. Her large red eyes gleaning over the bunny, her white hime cut hair swaying as she stepped towards the bunny. Her horn glowed bright, and... a black, snaking tail curled and squirmed from between her lips! There was no indication of Velvet's bitch buddy, save the tail. Closing her eyes, the tall woman slurps the tail up like a noodle, Jynx's muffled cries vanishing with a single...

...ulp~

The woman opened her eyes, bowing her head, and sighed contentedly, her massive claws rubbing her stomach while her breasts bobbled and stomach gurgled.

She then glances up at the woman, almost sinisterly; licking her lips with a dark tongue.



"Delicious appetizer~"

She slowly makes her way towards Velvet...

Velvet gulped loudly as she backed up dropping her axe in a moment of freakish despair, their was nothing to it, Jynx had been right, or had she been right, the lake was the only choice now. Sh kicked her axe with all her might and ran for the lake, finally noticing for the first time the scantly clad woman trying to get her attention. Without so much as a second thought she dove in swimming not for the other side but for her death in a fate that she might be able to escape if she were lucky enough. Ironically she thought that perhaps Jynx just didn't what to look like a drowned cat if they tried crossing the lake.

She watched her main course flee into the water. She blinked at such a foolish action, as the creature took a seat on a nearby bolder to watch the futility of the situation. “Come now, Jinx is lonely without you Velvet…” She called out, listlessly, before she hacked a few times, before coughing up… a string?

With a metallic, delicate claw, Hime tugged the string from her mouth, and produced a slime covered, mustard yellow bikini top! It was Jinx’s!!

Almost playfully, she held out the top across her more ample bosom, and sighed. “No good…” She tossed the garment aside, while her stomach continued to groan and grumble… if one looked closely, one could almost see the poor cat’s face pressing through her stomach, the contours of her face showing through the ribbed fabric.

From all around the forest silence reigned for a single heart beat, a single heart beat in which the anticipation built, but not for the red eyed, one horned purple rabbit eater. Instead the silence was a prelude to the main event, the thing the mini-dridders had been waiting for with baited breathe. In the space of the silence a single strand of dridder silk flashed moving inexplicably as a lone daring mini dridder darted out snatching the vibrant yellow bikini top out of the air almost as soon as it left Hime's hands zipping away safely back into the forest awaiting the moment the tension would break. And it did shortly after. From the woodland all around the lake tiny voices could be heard chorusing in unison, chanting a single phrase. As if calling out to something. Something they shared their forest with, and maintained an almost symbiotic relationship with.

"Shriek Deep"

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"Shriek Deep"

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"Shriek Deep"

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"Shriek Deep"

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"Shriek Deep"

The voices of the mini-dridders rising in volume chanting the words waiting for their moment to share in the rest of the spoils of their hard work in luring travelers t the lake.

Chrysise continued to walk across her path of ice, when she noticed one of the bickering women had... vanished? She didn't even see where they went, before a third woman arrived. Tall, pale, wearing white with long white hair. She scared the rabbit into jumping into the lake, and it puzzled the pop idol. "Oi!!" She called out to either of them. "Whats going on?" She asked, confused of everything right now.

Darkstorm Zero wrote:

Chrysise wrote:Confused by the actions of the pair across the lake, she debated crossing it. "Oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!" She cried out again, placing one foot atop the water, turning it to ice as she stepped. The bridge rolled out ahead of her as she walked towards the pair, as it was the quickest path to them. "Oi!" She called out again. "I'm trying to talk to one of you! What's your problem?!" She called out, continuing to walk across the surface.

Beneath the surface, several tendrils of vines drifted lazily in the currents of water. slowly roused by the curious activity on the surface, some of the appendages began to rise in the water towards the thinly frozen section of it's pond...

'Hmm, cryokineticist. Lets see here...' The entity thought to itself as several more tendrils began to shuffle through the assorted collection of magical trinkets on the lake bed. 'Ah, here we are.' it exclaimed, as one of the tendrils picked up a red jewelled rod of some sort.

She blinked, feeling an odd feeling from beneath her. Her chi sense was telling her something was really off, so she began to run towards the swimming rabbit, the ice path changing its course with her steps.

Cold the water was so cold Velvet thought, as she saw the barely clothed woman crossing the lake on a path of ice which was veering toward her now.  Oh great her mind screamed as she glanced back over her should to the horned one.  Bad bad bad she thought as she raced for deeper water.  Three ways to die and none of them sounded good if only she could make it across the lake.  Maybe she thought with all these people near by she could slip by,  Maybe then she wouldn't end up like old Rosytintbotin.  A rather skill mage who once displeased the Wraith Reagent so badly that she was sent to Dridder's Stand to spend just one night alone in a boat.  All that returned of her was a pair of red gem embedded slippers that had once matched her famed magical rod, found at the edge of the forest far from the lake shore itself.  But she hadn't been the only one to suffer this fate.  No one who had been sent ever spoke of what happened because of all the people who had come to the Northern forest of Gendoshima known as the Dridder's Stand to the lake at it's heart only the Wraith Reagent ever returned.

Velvet dove under the water as the woman on the ice came closer attempting to dive beneath the surface and race for the other side only something bad, something terribly terribly bad happened.  Her foot while kicking up to propel herself down and forward was caught in the bottom of the freezing lake surface.   Upside down trapped and underwater Velvet began to panic it wouldn't be long before she ran out of air.