RP- The Shroud descends

// o: "the key to success" Is it specifically intended to be something? "But don't forgot to let write the contents of the page" or am I meant to make it up? oo:


As The Shroud flew up, Ella spotted something white and sparkling, left in the pile of remains.
She didn't know what drew her to it, but before she knew it she was running up to the lump of flesh and ashes, all the while coughing at the stench. The burnt flesh mingled with who knows what else had to be one of the worst things she had smelled.

On top of what appeared to be a limb, an old book sat, lying open. Beside it was a strange white Orb...
She bent down, picking up the orb. It lit up on contact with her hand. As her hand began to glow, flickering white lines danced across the orb, seemingly connecting with her magic.
She placed it in her pocket, intrigued but unsure of it's purpose. Picking up the book, she found a page filled with ancient runes. Runes... She could make out some of the letters, but her knowledge of runes was limited. How could she decipher this?

A crash echoed behind her as the burning inn door crashed to the ground. She couldn't forget, she was still in a battlefeild.

 

Frost had no idea where he was, he eased in-between a crack in the buildings. He saw Ella, but did not know she posessed the orb, "Ella! No time for books, we need to go!" he saw a child trapped under rubble, and walked over. He freed the child, "hurry now, little one," he spoke in a firm but kind voice.

"Ella, I will buy you time," he would not take no for an answer, he gave a signal,a tap on his right cheek, and a finger across his forhead, a great Saurian sign of respect. He leaped upwards, clutching the roof, and pulled himself upwards. He had nothing, no weapons, just his hands, and his wits, they would have to do.

It had been recently raining, so Frost collected everything, and charged his magic. When he had finished, he fired an immense amount of water, cooling it, so The Shroud became more clumped together, easier to hit. He was completely out of energy, he sank to his knees, he had done what he could.

 

Ryes is by a building trembling in fear through the constant changing atmosphere, it seems his existence isn't known, it seems... hes just not worthy to be in this situation he grips his gauntlet. He notices that a Lizard-Humanoid thing (Frost) has sunk to its knee's, this is the first time Ryes is seeing anything like this since he's shut himself in from everything. A huge rock is falling from a building close by this creature, Ryeses teary eyes flow more with tears he looks at the lizard and notices it might not have time to act. He runs in the direction of the lizard preparing to tackle it and move it out of the way.

 

Zetan had tracked the messenger to more town and finally he had stopped at a river. He shapeshifted back into his demon self and ran at the poor man. The horse broke free and ran away as it saw Zetan coming, he then grabbed the man by head. "Where is Prospor?" Zetan asked. "W-w-what are you?!" The messenger squealed. Zetan squeezes the head a bit harder. "Prospor. It's to the west!" screamed the man. Zetan then bit the man's throat open, blood running down his face. He then ate the messenger. As Zetan was walking through the forest, having eaten his fill, he saw a small red bird. He shapeshifted into it and headed west.
When he got to a city that looked like a battle was taking place and it was covered in a strange, shroud, he knew he had made it. No he thought, no way was he going to go in there, not yet. He found a tree a couple miles out where he could see the city very clearly and waited.

 

"Bryce."
"Y-y-yes, sir?"
"Get me the book."
"R-right away, s-sir!-"
"AND STOP CALLING ME SIR. THAT'S LORD TO YOU! NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

The servant mumbled and stumbled off down a long corridor.
The only reason he remained here was his own personal hatred towards the king, and more specifically, his guards.
He was starving to death; it was only reasonable for him to 'borrow' that bread...
He returned with the book, after a long search in the dusty old library.
"H-here, si-Lord.."
His master gave him a long, meaningful look.
"Right you are, Bryce."
He flipped it open with cold, spindly fingers and came to page 56.
"Objectis Multiplifics"
In his other hand he held a bottle of thunderous, purple matter.

Finally....

 

// Alright I have taken under consideration that the safest place right now in Loth is Hell. Cya all later! :p

 

//>:-D

 

//Zollie you devious bastard :D

Frost saw the boy running towards him, he did not care. Only when he saw the danger, he tried to get away, but it was too late. His saviour tackled him, and he flew to safety. He stood up, he had the urge to push past him and try to fight, but he knew he wouldn't survive. He sat down, accounting for all his wounds, some cuts, bruises and a busted tail, it would grow back eventually.

Looking calmly at the boy, he spoke, "W-what is your name? I'm Frost." he turned around, and saw someone lying on a bed, he stood up, and slowly walked to him.

 

//he's a man..

 

//
Ryes looks at Frost and stutters "I-I'm Ryes.." He says while shaking as the Frost walked away from him.

 

He continues walking, "do not be afraid Ryes," Frost was trying to calm him, "you will be safe."

//Frost counts everyone's age in Saurian years, because that's how rolls , :p For example, Ugos is 29 to him, Ella is 17, the same age as Frost, Ryes is 16…

 

//FUARK I'm old

 

He yelps as Frost responds to him and crawls behind a rock that fell off a building to hide.

 

Frost angers and grabs him by the collar, "are you trying to get killed?" he yells.

 

Becoming bored sitting around, Zetan flies over the city trying to avoid the shroud thing, the best he can. He sees several events unfold before his eyes, including the blue thing that he had seen before, get saved by a man. He then settle's down upon a tree untouched by the devastation. He watches them in bird form carefully, always on the alert from the ongoing battle.

 

//little bit OP but ok...

 

// Your right, let me do a small edit.

Edit: Done, and my grammar was bad too.

 

It had been a long and dangerous night. Now the first signs of daylight could be seen, the sky slowly growing lighter over the broken city.

Frost had weakened The Shroud, but Ella was still no match for it. Attacking it could injure it, but more than anything anger it. She realised now was not the time to attempt defeat the creature. With the orb in her pocket and the book tucked firmly under her arm, she sprinted off to the exhausted looking Frost, who was holding on to some poor man by the collar.
"It's no use. We can't beat it now. We need the others... Ugos, Raven, Aspathe and whoever else we can find. Maybe then we might stand a chance..." She trailed off, suddenly overcome with another pounding headache, similar to that when she had blacked out.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the pain. Lines, white lines... no, shapes... Swirling around behind her closed lids, too blurred to make out, yet shining brightly enough to know they were there.

Something strange was going on with her magic... First blacking out, then healing herself, and now this vision involving brightly shining shapes?



//Frost's a dino-lizard, so I'm guessing he'll regrow his tail?
Also Ella still doesn't know Aspathe hates her xD

 

Ryes looks up at Frost "N-n-n-n-no!" He yells in response while crying.

 

Ella opened her eyes to see the man cowering in front of Frost. "Frost! Put him down!"