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November 25, 2012 07:54AM
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Dead Nation

Raven and the The Grey Robed Man

Players:
DarksiedTheLegend
CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar: – Raven kept her head held low, her hood covering much of her mask. Fingers tightly gripping the Otyugh. Nervous of those that had passed, she was afraid that her disguise would bring her unstuck and get Rider into trouble. Hesisitant, she kept quiet and waited for Rider’s answer, which was not only informatiive, but gave Raven a better understanding of the roles of the flush men and women of the tunnels. The way he spoke to Raven, the grrrs, told a great deal more than she imagined. A new place with ripe pickings, but possibly in an older tunnel. This brought hope, of a way back possibly. But for now, Raven sat perched upon the Otyagh, and then asked. “Just how far down these tunnels have you been? And what is the strangest thing you have found?” <3>

DarksiedtheLegend: -Rider would ponder on the questions of Raven before gently patting the head of the Otyugh as the Otyugh took this response as a turn right so naturally the Otyugh turned right then Rider answered Raven’s questions-(Rider) I have been to a far place once … but exactly where I wouldn’t know….I just know it took me two days to come back. I never bothered going to the surface but the Butcher makes it seem so tempting with promises of cleaning the filth left behind by the surface dwellers…and even when he has deemed it to be clean would he then allow what some would say a mass exodus of the sewers and to the surface. Hmmm what was the strangest thing I have ever seen…well I believe it was when I started this job, I recall that was during a time before the departure of the surface dwellers… I believe I met a being who called himself Digger…A very strange being indeed. A being with a pick axe so very deep on the tunnels and oddly enough he doesn’t even have a single speck of dirt on him…He was almost clean…too clean. I think I was around your age when I started this line of work. –The Otyugh would then stop as it turned to look left then right before Rider would tap its head and point to a wall as the Otyugh would walked near the wall and stood watch as Rider then dismounted from the Otyugh before saying to Raven –(Rider)”This is our stop.” -As Rider began to start her work as she placed her ear nest to the wall before she tapped on the bricks before moving on and doing this over and over before she stopped at one wall before saying out loud-(Rider)”Whoever made these tunnels had great ears.” –As Rider would slowly remove one brick and place her arm into the small hole before pulling a chain which caused some of the bricks to part ways and reveal a door. Rider would then push against the door to reveal a room filled with hanging pictures or more like diagrams. The diagrams had pictures of various pictures of different species and it had drawn out the complete anatomy of these creatures from a Nosferatu vampire, Bebillith, Salamander the fire type lizardman not those amphibians, Weretiger, and even Rakshasa as Rider would look around this place before saying to Raven- (Rider) “He showed me this place, I can’t believe I’m back here again to loot something from this place.”

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Otyugh turned whenever Rider patted his head. So gentle he seemed, and there was no need for spoken word, between beast and Rider. Right turn, and up the tunnel they went. Raven hanging on, but listening to every word that Rider had to say. Raven was still a child, so she was filled with natural curiousity of this world beneath the dead nation above. She had been to a place that she had forgotten where it was, but took two days to come back from. So far from the village, surely that would be a dangerous journey. Again she mentioned the Butcher, and this had Raven’s blood run cold. Something in the name, of his hatred for those that had left them behind. Raven was a generation after the surface dwellers. Born in the new world, Nemaues. She was a child of Taru. A Carrendar, but there was something more. One would need to explore. Talk of the people moving to the surface when it was clean, had Raven wondering, what could it possibly look like? All she had seen was picture books, recovered from the end of days. Found in the great library of Lorewall. But Raven knew, that if the people of tunnels lived like this, and the Butcher had done little to have the surface cleaned, then the chance to go above seemed remote. A dream, or nightmare? Who was to tell? Rider spoke of one she knew, that had left with the fleets. Digger was his name. Comical sounding when you add the shovel into the mix. The Otyugh stopped finally, and Raven indicated this was their stop. Raven slid down the back of the Otyugh, then giving him a pat, before following Rider, who was tapping on the walls. ”Whoever made these tunnels had great ears.” she said, as the bricks gave way, and revealed behind it a door. The door was pushed open, and inside the walls were crammed with pictures, of many a mythical creature. But the one that drew her attention….was a bebilith…in full form. Raven’s fingers danced across the picture, when Rider said. “He showed me this place, I can’t believe I’m back here again to loot something from this place.” Raven wanted to know, who locked all this away. ” Who would have made this collection? A man, or woman?”<3>

DarksiedtheLegend: -Rider would be searching through the diagrams before saying-(Rider)”I haven’t got a clue as to who made this collection. I just remember that Digger brought me here once so long ago, I can’t recall what he said about this place… Something about how this might be some sort of training facility for the gifted few. I didn’t really much attention about his ramblings it just seemed like nonsense…Now get to work we are looking for some sort of black wristband. As I recall there was one here somewhere” –But before they could start their search for this strange black wristband would see that the walls parted ways and a man in grey robes carrying a box came out and started to walk to the exit not even noticing the Rider or Raven until he got almost a foot step near them before stopping and then looking at Rider then Raven before saying to both of them- (?)”Alright you two are actually here right? And it isn’t the box of black vials making hallucinations again?” –Rider seemed to be speechless before the man in grey robes spoke again-(?)”So which one of you smell like they got black liquid on them?” –Rider would tilt her head in confusion as to who or what this man is and more importantly what is he doing here? The man took the tilting of Rider’s head as a no before looking directly at Raven-(?) So little one, give me the black liquid vial or source…And don’t try to pull off that tossing something at me to distract me and your big friend tackles me bit cause I ain’t alone here and I am the fourth member of the group who actually is good in a fist fight.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Otyugh turned whenever Rider patted his head. So gentle he seemed, and there was no need for spoken word, between beast and Rider. Right turn, and up the tunnel they went. Raven hanging on, but listening to every word that Rider had to say. Raven was still a child, so she was filled with natural curiousity of this world beneath the dead nation above. She had been to a place that she had forgotten where it was, but took two days to come back from. So far from the village, surely that would be a dangerous journey. Again she mentioned the Butcher, and this had Raven’s blood run cold. Something in the name, of his hatred for those that had left them behind. Raven was a generation after the surface dwellers. Born in the new world, Nemaues. She was a child of Taru. A Carrendar, but there was something more. One would need to explore. Talk of the people moving to the surface when it was clean, had Raven wondering, what could it possibly look like? All she had seen was picture books, recovered from the end of days. Found in the great library of Lorewall. But Raven knew, that if the people of tunnels lived like this, and the Butcher had done little to have the surface cleaned, then the chance to go above seemed remote. A dream, or nightmare? Who was to tell? Rider spoke of one she knew, that had left with the fleets. Digger was his name. Comical sounding when you add the shovel into the mix. The Otyugh stopped finally, and Raven indicated this was their stop. Raven slid down the back of the Otyugh, then giving him a pat, before following Rider, who was tapping on the walls. ”Whoever made these tunnels had great ears.” she said, as the bricks gave way, and revealed behind it a door. The door was pushed open, and inside the walls were crammed with pictures, of many a mythical creature. But the one that drew her attention….was a bebilith…in full form. Raven’s fingers danced across the picture, when Rider said. “He showed me this place, I can’t believe I’m back here again to loot something from this place.” Raven wanted to know, who locked all this away. ” Who would have made this collection? A man, or woman?”<3>

DarksiedtheLegend: -Rider would be searching through the diagrams before saying-(Rider)”I haven’t got a clue as to who made this collection. I just remember that Digger brought me here once so long ago, I can’t recall what he said about this place… Something about how this might be some sort of training facility for the gifted few. I didn’t really much attention about his ramblings it just seemed like nonsense…Now get to work we are looking for some sort of black wristband. As I recall there was one here somewhere” –But before they could start their search for this strange black wristband would see that the walls parted ways and a man in grey robes carrying a box came out and started to walk to the exit not even noticing the Rider or Raven until he got almost a foot step near them before stopping and then looking at Rider then Raven before saying to both of them- (?)”Alright you two are actually here right? And it isn’t the box of black vials making hallucinations again?” –Rider seemed to be speechless before the man in grey robes spoke again-(?)”So which one of you smell like they got black liquid on them?” –Rider would tilt her head in confusion as to who or what this man is and more importantly what is he doing here? The man took the tilting of Rider’s head as a no before looking directly at Raven-(?) So little one, give me the black liquid vial or source…And don’t try to pull off that tossing something at me to distract me and your big friend tackles me bit cause I ain’t alone here and I am the fourth member of the group who actually is good in a fist fight.

CharlotteCarrendar:- So the job was to find a black wristband, somewhere inside the room that was littered with diagrams. Rider had no idea who had created all the art and drawings, but did know that it was Digger that showed it all to her as a child. The same age that Raven was now. Did this have significance, in the fact that once again a child is shown this room? Digger had mentioned that this was a training room for the gifted few. Who could they be in such a place, and this had to be before the end of days. Everything was still so sketchy, since where she was from the only words she heard, was of Baldrick speak of the one known as Darksied. And so, Raven started to look, moving papers, and pieces of broken furniture, to see if the black wrist band was in amongst the rubbish. But as the search commenced, the walls would open and a man appeared in a grey cloak, carrying a box. He was heading for the exit, and right past Raven and Rider, only to notice them just before leaving. (?)”Alright you two are actually here right? And it isn’t the box of black vials making hallucinations again?” Raven shot a look at Rider, frightened of what to say, and so instead, she turned her head from side to side to say no. The grey robed man spoke again, and this did end up having a reaction.-(?)”So which one of you smell like they got black liquid on them?” Raven swallowed, knowing full well, she was tainted with it. It ran through her body, but on entry of the portal, some of it left her body, as she morphed back. Unsure of what to do, or how to proceed, she started to panic. Eyes turning black as coal, deep in the pit. The black was on the move, inside her, and started to leak out her nose. Thankfully the mask hid this well. How could she give him something, she could barely control. <3>

DarksiedtheLegend: -The grey robed man would first take in a few inhale of air as he then sniffed around again as he first looked to Rider-(?) No, its not from you that means that it comes from the other one –The man would take another sniff of the air before looking at Raven as he then said –(?)“It’s definitely coming from you little now it’s for your best interests that you hand over whatever black liquid you have on you. I am only thinking of your best interest to do so.” –Rider would then step in front of Raven and the grey robed man-(Rider)”We don’t have any black liquid on us…we just got in here so there is no possible way that we could have token anything like that.” –As Rider thought to herself what has she gotten into and is this one of those underworld people some circles talk about. Her informant didn’t say anything about this and how is it possible that someone else got into this place but as she thought to herself how it was just meant to be a quick snatch and grab that’s all this was supposed to be. But the man in the grey robe would repeat him words again- (?)”Give me the black liquid. You have no idea how dangerous it really is..Hand it over or I will just take it from you myself.” (Rider)”Are you not listening? We don’t have any black liquid on us.”

CharlotteCarrendar:- The grey robed man seemed insistant, that he get back the black liquid from Raven, for he had smelt it upon her person. Rider was absolutely sure they didn’t have it upon them, the problem was, it wasn’t on Raven. It was IN Raven. The two would argue, and this was to casue a heartache for Raven, as soon as Rider stood in front of her as though she was trying to shield the child. -(Rider)”We don’t have any black liquid on us…we just got in here so there is no possible way that we could have taken anything like that.” Raven felt the liquid start to stream out of her eyes, and her nose. The scent so strong, it would be hard to not pick up on. She didn’t want to risk Rider, for all she had down for her and her kin, but she couldn’t let her get into more trouble protecting her. Slowly she side stepped, and then reached form her mask, to take off. What the man in the grey robe would see, may will chill him to the bone. Lines of the black, coming from blackened eyes, down her nose and past her lips. Her skin like white ivory, with the black lining her face. With a whisper, she said to the man in the grey robe. “It lives in me.” <3>

DarksiedtheLegend: -As Rider was on the verge of attempting to think of a way to get to her Otyugh and probably away from this grey robed man would she turn her head to notice Raven side stepping and removing her mask to reveal the lines of black, coming from her blackened eyes, down Raven’s nose and past her lips before saying-(Raven)”It lives in me.” –Rider was in more or less in shock of this turn of events before the man in the grey robe simply placed the box that he was carrying onto the floor before opening it and removing a vial with a colorless liquid that almost looked like crystal clear water and he then handed it to Raven as he said-(?)” Poor, poor child now drink this so that the black liquid would fall asleep and not burst out from within you. So which master made you his apprentice? Who was handler and finally how was your master successful to transfuse… it… into you. But more importantly which clan you hail from that holds this type of black liquid?”-As his hand was still holding the vial of colorless liquid would Rider started to think in an almost frantic way asking how is it possible not only a Carrendar but also has black liquid flowing through her…what about her other siblings do they have it too? Is there truth of the ramblings of the strange being named Digger? Was Digger talks not nonsense but really true? What about those trio of unusual brothers? How does this black liquid fit into all of this? Does the Bucher know about black liquid? Does her informant intentionally led them here for this purpose?-

CharlotteCarrendar:- Rider, the look on her face, was one of shock. Raven turned her head slowly towards her, the black glistening, as it continued to stream down her face, now from the corners of her mouth. “I’m sorry..”- Raven said, thinking she had just betrayed Rider to the man in the grey cloak. He could have been one of Butcher’s men, how was Raven to know otherwise. The man offered her vial with a colorless liquid that almost looked like crystal clear water. Slowly Raven reached out for it, and then gripped it tightly in her hand. The man assured her it would put the black to sleep. -(?)” Poor, poor child now drink this so that the black liquid would fall asleep and not burst out from within you. So which master made you his apprentice? Who was handler and finally how was your master successful to transfuse… it… into you. But more importantly which clan you hail from that holds this type of black liquid?”- So many questions, and there was to be two answers. As she brought the vial to her lips she said. “Her name is Taru….she is my Mother. I got this from her.” Tipping her head back, she swallowed the contents of the vial and handed it back. “I have no Master, all I know is the black has been in me since birth.” <3>

DarksiedtheLegend: -The man in the grey robes would watch her drink the vial as well as listen to Ravens answers before saying to her-(?) “No handler or master but yet it was given to you through your mother…that is quite disturbing indeed but even so we have much to discuss you and I but tell me child what’s your name? Hmm oh I forgot to introduce myself…I am just called Rotal Snart not a fabulous name and I complain about that to my master quite often.”-Rider then seemed confused at the sudden change of moods this man Rotal seemed aggressive at first then he became quite friendly afterwards does this mean that they might know each other…No impossible maybe its because of the black liquid that flows in Raven that made him seem more friendly but then why?-(Rider)”Hold up what’s going on here? First you were aggressive enough to try and take something from the child and now just because you saw her have some sort of black liquid coming out of her you started acting nice and junk?” (Rotal)”Yes is there a problem with that? One such as myself has to be careful not to concur the wraths of a dormant master or handler… Besides its rare to find a child who even possess the black liquid.” (Rider)”What is this black liquid?” (Rotal)”It is something most beings won’t even understand or comprehend…Now child wouldn’t you like to know what is inside of you and probably your mother over there” –Rotal pointed to Rider as Rider replied quickly-(Rider)”I am not her mother. I’m her aunt.” –Rotal raised his hands before saying –(Rotal)”Mother or aunt it doesn’t matter unless it only flows within the mother side of the family.”