Seemingly Nothingness

[Silver Adept]

Ah, okay. It still works, even though Sil's not near Variah, just changes a little of the actions.

IC: Silver nods, even as his ears continue to pick out the sounds of the incoming people.

No way for silent communication, mind-to-mind. So it may have to be some other non-verbal. Even then, it's a problem of not conveying meaning when making noise...

Speaking of noise, Silver hears a slightly different sound than normal, but it disappears again without returning.

"Hmm. That was interesting..."

[Akanari]

Akanari pulls her head up, smiling slightly.

"Well aren't you the peacemaker, Azurel. And the reason I'm mentioning all your names is it's easier just to tell them now than have them pull it out of your mind later. Not very comfortable experience."

She rubs her head, then glances at the shaman, still speaking.

"You told me your name was Alparen."

Nari's eyes narrow in thought, observing the shaman. She closes her eyes for a moment, trying to remember something, then her eyes snap open.

"Your kind are found in the ground...In my world...the...ground..."

She backs away a step, raising a hand.

"The humans...you were...gone...but only a few of you were found...You, you came here!"

Akanari stops backing away and looks at the shaman in a different light, his body leaning forward a little, snout long, tall, and thin, tongue heavier than a monitor's. His eyes were darting and intelligent, set right above the back of his deep mouth. He had the curved scaly brow of a velociraptor, which was exactly what he resembled. The same three-toed feet were at the bottom of those lean, sinewy legs, with one large, deadly , curved claw. She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed all the similarities between the skeletons and this people, but now they were obvious.

((OOC: Sorry, I just had to make them a tad-bit more deadly. ))

[Azurel]

"Peaekeeper? No, I'm just trying to ensure that we get home as easily as possible."

Azurel watched Nari's face the entire time that she was making realizations about the shaman. The raptor's intentions were still hidden from Azurel so he couldn't do anything but watch for now.

[Silver Adept]

She's panicking. Now might be the right time for the opposite faction to inrtude, if there is one... before someone starts incinerating. Silver sidles back toward the forest, doing his best impression of a radar ping to the entities therein.

[Zzyxx]

Zzyxx however, continued to focus his now rapidly coalessing energy. Air near him was very noticeable colder. To those listening, mutterings could be heard, like the sound of a leaf caught in the wind. The ground withing three feet of Zzyxx was frozen stiff and an actual hemesphere of light blue energy could be seen forming around him. Three smaller circles appeared on the ground forming a triangle around Zzyxx, all these circles would have been identified as summoning circles to those familiar with this art.

-meanwhile-

Variah growled loudly at the sudden turn of events, no longer being in control, and with out full use of her more potent abbilities, growling was all she could do.
Why would the deer of metal fear you, scaley one? What have your kind done of merit?
While thinking this, she continued to growl deeply in her throat.

[Azurel]

Azurel turned to the wolf cub.

"Maybe we should let him eat you."

Rayne echoed the thought, sending it to the ones around him: the shaman, Nari, and the wolf.

That is quite an idea. Maybe you should eat him, demon.

[Damion]

Druids. Hah. They called themselves druids, but among druidic peoples, the Graith had recieved only scorn and laughter. Their woodcraft was imperfect, their attunement with the life around them was tenuous at best. Before they were killed off, the Graith had been druids only as cover to serve another purpose. Millenia ago, as the Sevenstorm twins told it, the Graith had been the reclusive assassins that all the major powers made use of. They had four thousand years of history between then and now, although none of it was recorded in any readily available medium. That had been their one talent, as druids. The entire history of the Graith sect was recorded in the dark, brooding, angry, violent forest which resided on that little island.

It was a killing ground, the Graith forest. Trees which had been twisted, and broken. The eldest of them had survived uncountable years of torture. Now they existed only to lash out at those around them.

As he ghosted through this alien forest, back to the supposedly closed portal home, Damion remembered walking through the forest, back on that island. He remembered seeing two mammoth Elders which had grown together, their tops intertwined. Branches pierced larger limbs, and limbs in turn pierced the opposing trunks. They had been sucking the life from eachother for longer than he had been alive. Every step though those woods had been perilous. He stopped walking, and held his hand up, as if supporting the air in front of him. Gleaming metal flowed from the rolled collar of his cape, trickling together and coiling down his arm. It flowed once, like water, over his hand, and then receded, forming a quicksilver band around his forearm. Left in his hand was a huge, egg-shaped object, jet black and hard as rock. The Graith forest was not a self-supporting entity. It was, rather, like a parasite. This seed, once planted, would infect the entire forest around it in days. It would make the forest his, and his alone. The Graith walked among their deadly home like dentata through a school of pirhanas. It protected them, and gave them life and power. An outsider chasing a Graith druid into an infected forest would find it like chasing ghosts. And then that outsider would die. All outsiders died in a Graith forest.

The silvery armband came to life and flowed down his arm to reclaim the dark seed. He would not use it now. Not here. A Graith forest only produced one seed, and he might need it later. For now...there was work to be done. His arm once again bare, he stalked once more through this other world, toward their way home. He stopped when he was in sight of the place, and began to circle it, sizing up the reptilian forms which moved around the area.

[Akanari]

Alparen shook his head at Azurel, not even acknowledging Nari's findings.

"Home will not be as easy as you think. You came to this world...don't you want a little tour..."

His lips closed and curled in a wicked smile, but not one of violence. He turned and looked down at the restless wolf cub, then crouches quickly, almost too fast for the eye to see, and leans close to the wolf, opening his mouth to show his teeth.

"We are renowned hunters, my kind. Our offspring hunt predators such as yourself, I presume, for practice."

He glanced up at Nari, tilting his head, as if speaking to her, then she relaxes instantly, smiling and nodding. Alparen looks towards Azzy, then Variah.

"I am not your enemy, and do not apprieciate being watched like I am some ignorant animal in a cage. I know exactly where everyone in this land is and what they are doing, as I have eyes everywhere, even eyes in those that may not seem my species."

He lifts both eye scales meaningfully, then stands, placing a claw on Akanari's shoulder, but still addressing the others.

"Noone's going to eat anyone right now. By the way, what is inside your head, Azurel?"

~

The captain of the small band finally got frustrated with the game and send a wave to all of the surrounding members of the band, ordering them to step out. As one, they all appeared from the trees into the campsite clearing, finding a blue humanoid performing some odd spell. They sent this to their shaman, and he recommended staying a good distance away, as this blue creature and his wolf were proving troublesome in their observations.

((OOC: You guys are just itching your butts off for a fight aren't you))

[Azurel]

Azurel smiled at the shaman, trusting him for the moment.

"A tour would be just fine. I'm in no hurry to leave, I just want to make sure it's available for when I do."

Azurel looks up, as if thinking. His thoughts would not be readily available, even to these mind readers.

"That would be Dantrel Rayne, and the world in which our minds live. You'd probably only be able to read spoken mental words, and the library of memories."

Azurel looked back towards the woods, he tended to look at what he was thinking about.

"As for the ones back there, what they are doing does not relate to me, they are on their own accord and doing things I don't even know about."

[Zzyxx]

Zzyxx noticed all the lizard folk around him, walking into the clearing, he knew they had been watching him. He knew they ment him no harm, he knew Variah was causing trouble, he had anticipated it, even planned for it. He and his wolf knew each other very well, and the knew what to expect the other to do. Variah had been playing a role, keeping everyone's eyes on here while her master did something else entirely. THe three summoning circles merged to form a triangle around Zzyxx. Cold energy began affecting the air on the very edge of the clearing. The fire froze in its shape, instantly as the cold circle encompassed it. THe final words were muttered, and a huge house made completely of ice emerged with Zzyxx sitting on the roof.

"What? You thought i was gonna be here without proper housing?"