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Sorry it’s been nearly a week, I haven’t been the best keeping up with things outside of school recently.
Emmerich
Sniper stopped Emmerich from going after Rosalind. “You saw how fast that thing ran when he decided to attack us. You’ll never catch up with him, mate. We’ll find another way around and cut him off or somethin’.” He said.
Emmerich nodded, feeling slightly annoyed at himself for his outburst of recklessness. He, Sniper and Huntress searched for their weapons then regrouped to discuss their strategy.
“That creature went that way,” Emmerich said, pointing in its direction. “It may be using Rosalind as a means of leading us into a trap. We could split up and surround the creature, although it may move fast enough to discover and capture us all. Do either of you two have anything that could slow the creature down?”
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Hi, sorry guys, busy week😅😭
Maybe I’ll have the creature bring Rosalind into the maze and my charries can run into yours at some point.
TINDER
Her first instinct was to fly. Falling wasn’t quite so scary when you could simply stop it with a mere flutter of your wings. Unfortunatley for her, the moment said wings kicked in, searing pain shot down the many nerves embedded through her delicate membrane. She was only able to keep herself afloat for a couple seconds before plummeting into the dark hole once again.
Falling wasn’t like flying, and as the breath was stolen from her lungs and her organs hollowed out, Tinder decided she did not like it nearly as much. At least her little flutter had slowed her fall before she landed in a heap. Though she couldn’t say the same for the sea captain of her nightmares. She’d landed on top of him, his face twisted in pain. Tinder scanned him for injuries, telling herself it was to gloat if she found any.
His hazy blue eyes drifted open, taking in her position over him. “You know,” he drawled. “You didn’t have to start an earth quake for an excuse to hold me.”
Her scoff echoed as she pushed away from him, cheeks blazing red. “Hold you in a cell, more like,” she muttered. It would be no less punishment than what his men had done to her Tinder’s first week on his ship. Granted he’d severely penalized the ones who’d mistreated her during the time, but she figured that had to have been a show of force more than any actual concern for her wellbeing.
Korian chuckled, but it was followed by a wince as he pulled himself from the ground. He leaned against an oddly smooth gray wall, covered in roots and dying leaves. The whole area was odd, in fact. She studied it, not sure what to make of the hallway like feel of the space. Rocks, leaves, and clumps of dirt piled from where they’d fallen, but the carved out tunnel seemed otherwise untouched. In the distance, she could see patches of light, assumably where a conopy of leaves was covering an opening.
“Are you all right?” The captain asked, nodding to her.
“Why do you care?” she fired back.
He only gave her a rougish grin. “Well I need to know if my opponent is fit enough for when we fight to the death, of course.”
“I look forward to it,” she replied airily. “Now, why don’t we focus on getting out of here, hm?”
“Of course, love.” He waved a hand. “Lead the way.”
KORIAN
They followed the narrow stone hall towards a break in the shadows, where light was breaking through the foliage above. Unfortunatley for both of them, it seemed that just like the gaping hole they’d come from, the walls were both too high and too smooth to climb up. He glanced sidelong at his companion. “Think you could craft up something of a ladder for us, Tinker?”
He watched her bristle at the old nickname. “Not without proper materials. Our best bet is finding an area less deep. Or some other way out.”
Korian cocked his head to the maze of tunnels and probable dead ends a few leagues ahead of them. “Then looks like we’ll be here a while. We might as well get comforta–”
Before he could finish, a loud rustling assaulted his ears. The frantic snap and crunch of undergrowth sounded from somewhere above them, as if something large and fast were running near the tunnel.
“What–” Tinder started to ask but he didn’t let her. Korian pulled her against him, whipping a hand over her mouth. She fought for a moment, and he was worried she might try to bite him until she suddenly stilled at the sound of another snap, this one much closer. It was followed by a low hiss, unlike any creature he’d heard before.
Korian pulled them back slowly until he and Tinder were pressed against the wall, chests heaving as more rustling and scraping sounded above them. What little light shining through above them dissapeared for a moment before something burst through the gap, raining dust and foliage down on them. Korian froze as his vision cleared and he saw whatever it was that had jumped down into the tunnel maze.
It was a strange white creature with thin, bony limbs and a long serpentine neck. The thing hissed again and he caught sight of something, or someone, clutched between its hands. It looked like a woman, but he didn’t get to see much of her before the creature started stalking off down one of the halls, leaving a trail of leaves and dirt in its wake.
“Any ideas what that was?” Korian breathed against Tinder’s hair as soon as he was sure the thing was out of hearing distance. He released his hold on her, dropping his arms to his sides as she shoved away from him.
“No, I’ve never seen anything like it. This is definitley not the Never Isle.” She looked off the path the creature had taken. “What do you think its going to do to that girl?”
“I don’t know, but lets not wait around to find out.” He examined the tracks before setting down the path. “Come on, that woman needs our help.”
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:Huntress
“Do either of you two have anything that could slow the creature down?”
“We’ve got our guns and our knives,” I said, holding up my weapons. “If we wanna kill the creature, or at least injure it, then we’ll definitely use them on it. If we don’t, we could set up some kind of trap for it. Judging by its size and how it moves, it should be fairly easy to track its path without it noticing. We just have to hope it’s not interested in eating her and just wants a companion like King Kong or something.”
Emmerich looked at my pistol as if it were the first time he’d ever seen one, but didn’t argue.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
No worries, glad you’re back!
Emmerich
The knight nodded, his expression becoming a bit more grim. He had allowed Rosalind to be captured, failing again to protect. “Your guns will work then, if they are powerful enough for this creature.”
Emmerich, Sniper and Huntress followed the path of the beast, and Emmerich all the while prayed Rosalind would be alright.
Rosalind
Shrieking, Rosalind found, would get her nowhere since the others were out of ear shot. She also found it to be incredibly demeaning towards her own dignity, and so waited the rest of her journey out. Her heart hammered in her chest and thoughts raced through her mind all the while.
Twice she caught sight of people. Rosalind let out a call each time, but her voice was drowned out by the beast’s heavy movements.
It didn’t take long for them to arrive at their destination. The creature set Rosalind down, and Rosalind whispered a prayer. The beast was staring at her.
Rosalind steadied her nerves and pushed aside the feelings of dread washing over her. She took in her surroundings: a stone wall reached several feet, and a smooth, dirt ground was beneath her. That was all.
Her eyes found their way back to the beast’s own. Rosalind’s heart dropped. Oh, Lord Jesus, protect me. Give me courage. She crossed herself, expecting some sort of response from the beast, but found none. “You are not a demon, then.” She said aloud, curiosity overcoming her fear for a few seconds.
The creature’s mouth opened and gaped like the entrance to a cave. Rosalind’s fear returned.
“No.” A sighing, sorrow laden voice emanated from the mouth.
“You… have the ability to speak?” Rosalind whispered, her eyes wide and scarcely believing.
“Yes.” The creature dragged out the word, its eyes wincing as if in pain.
“What type of creature are you? Why did take me?”
“You…shall…see. When…The Terror…arrives.”
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”@keilah-h @princesachronicle22
Trevor
Trevor and Azalea walked side by side, tearing into the wall of leaves and branches together. Slashing through the forest was no easy task, especially with mere knives.
“Just like the Amazon, huh?” Trevor remarked, lifting up a branch and letting Azalea walk under it before joining her again.
“Yeah… except I haven’t heard a single animal.”
“I haven’t either. It’s too quiet here.” Trevor stopped, “That’s usually when everything goes wrong.”
“So is something going to go wrong now?” Azalea asked, scanning the forest with uneasiness.
“I don’t know. Maybe. Probably. Uh, actually, definitely.” Trevor shrugged, and the two resumed their trek. “It’s only a matter of time before something happe-”
A rustling sound interrupted Trevor, and all at once a large, white creature crashed through the leaves and raced past him.
“What was that?” Azalea asked. “I think that thing was holding a woman.”
“I couldn’t tell.” Trevor grinned, “But we’re going to find out, right?”
“Of course. That person needs help. I hope she’s alright.”
“Yeah, although a little danger would be nice. I hope she’s in just the right amount of trouble.”
“Trevor!”
“It makes it more interesting.” Trevor realized his words, “That sounded wrong. I think it was wrong. Uh, I meant…”
“Come on.” Azalea said, leading the way as she shook her head.
Nice going, moron. Trevor thought to himself, then chuckled. “Boy, she must think I’m a jerk.” He hurried up to her, and they followed the trail of fallen over trees.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”OoOOoo interestingggg, I wonder what this “Terror” is
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:Sniper
Huntress easily blazed a path for us, trackin’ the creature. I would’ve done the same, but I instead kept an eye out for any others that would wanna eat us.
Several times I sensed somethin’ nearby, but I couldn’t tell whether it was a talkin’ sentient creature or not.
Eventually we reached a cave.
“Its trail leads in there.” Huntress readied her gun. “Do you think we should go in or wait till it comes out?”
Somethin’ rustled behind us. I whipped out my rifle and aimed it into the bushes.
“You’re not gettin’ another one of us that easy.” I growled.
(some other characters can show up here if you’d like)
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
We shall see what it is… (still figuring that out myself lol).
Trevor
Voices sounded from beyond the trees. Trevor tapped Azalea’s shoulder, she turned, and Trevor placed a finger to his lips. He inched forward, placing a hand on the pistol on his hip. A thrill erupted from within him as he peered out. People! And three of them.
“I’ll go out first, and if it’s safe, I’ll tell you.” Trevor whispered to Azalea. He boldly stepped out into the clearing, “Hey!” He took a double take of each person, “There’s a knight, a man with a tail, and a lady with stripes. You’re all from different places, aren’t you?”
“Yes, your question is correct.” The knight replied, one of his own hands clasped around a sword hilt. “You are not a threat, I presume?”
“Unless you guys are a threat, I’m not normally one.” Trevor responded, “I’m Trevor. And my friend Azalea’s hiding behind those trees there.”
At that cue, Azalea emerged from the leaves and smiled, “Hello. Who are you all?”
“My name is Emmerich, knight of Luminere, although you two must not be familiar with my country of Terre. It is on the planet Earth.”
“We have not heard of it, but we come from Earth as well.” Azalea said.
Emmerich seemed surprised, but did not ask further questions.
Trevor turned to the man and woman, “And who would you two be?”
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”It is on the planet Earth.
Emmerich learned from last time i see lol
Huntress
This pair looked like humans too.
I elbowed Sniper. “Looks like you’re the only one of your kind around here.”
He muttered a growl but didn’t say anything intelligible.
Emmerich introduced himself to the couple, whose names were Trevor and Azalea–typical human names.
I noticed Trevor also had a pistol on him, although it was definitely a different model than mine.
He turned to me. “And who would you two be?”
“I’m Jaylen. You can call me Huntress, though. We’re, uh, not from Earth…probably best to leave it at that.” I said.
Sniper held out his hand for Trevor to shake. “My name’s Mick, although since the both of us ‘ave been usin’ our callsigns all this time, I’d prefer it if ya called me Sniper.”
I gestured to Trevor’s gun. “So where, exactly, is Earth’s tech level at? Seems like you have varying degrees across the planet if I’m to believe you’re both from there.”
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Trevor
Trevor shook Sniper’s hand, then Huntress’. Azalea did the same.
“So where, exactly, is Earth’s tech level at? Seems like you have varying degrees across the planet if I’m to believe you’re both from there.” Sniper said.
“Well, since Emmerich seems to be a real knight and not some dude who thinks he’s one, I think, somehow, we’ve been brought from different time eras. We’re from the modern era and have more advanced technology.”
“The modern era?” Emmerich repeated, apparently curious. “Do the knights of your time use the type of weapon you have? Or have knights become obsolete?”
“Uh…” Trevor didn’t have the heart to tell him, so instead he responded with, “Your sword is really cool.”
“What were you guys doing here, anyway?” Azalea asked, “Did you see that white creature too?”
“Yes. The cave here,” Emmerich gestured to the opening of it, “Is where it went. We were determining whether or not to follow it or wait for its return. Sniper and Huntress, do you have any input on the decision?”
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Sniper
“Did you see that white creature too?” Azalea asked.
Emmerich pointed to the opening of the cave, stretchin’ in front of us like a mouth. “That cave is where it went. We were determining whether or not to follow it or wait for its return. Sniper, Huntress, do you have any input on the decision?”
“I’m willin’ to get in there and take it down.” I said.
Huntress nodded. “I’m up for that too!”
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Azalea
Once Huntress and Sniper voiced their opinions, Emmerich nodded. “We do not have a moment to lose then. I cannot bear to think of Rosalind being with that beast any longer.”
Seeing as none of them had a flashlight, Trevor found a stick and tore off a piece of his shirt. After wrapping it round, he reached into his jacket and found a metal fire starter.
“I didn’t know you carried that with you.” Azalea commented, watching him strike the cloth and set it aflame.
“I didn’t either. But now we have light, so let’s go.” Trevor led the way into the cave. The fire was small and dim but provided enough light to see the path ahead. Faint shadows cast upon the walls followed the five.
“Who’s Rosalind?” Azalea asked Emmerich. “Was she the girl that creature was carrying?”
“Yes, that beast took her.”
“Is she your friend?”
“No.” Emmerich’s tone changed, sounding more serious. “In my country, I promised to protect her and her brother, the king.”
“Wow, that’s amazing.” Azalea said, and she meant it. “You’re like one of the knights from the stories.”
“What are the knights portrayed like in those stories?”
“They’re chivalrous and brave. They’re good-hearted and kind. I always loved those knights, and now I get to meet one in real life.”
Emmerich looked down, unable to meet Azalea’s excited gaze.
“Don’t you guys think it’s odd,” Trevor piped up, “That we all were brought here with only one other person, and that person happens to be the opposite gender?”
“What are you implying?” Emmerich questioned.
“Nothing. It’s just weird, and none of us are related to that person so…” Trevor’s words trailed off, and the idea remained unfinished.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”@keilah-h @princesachronicle22
Rosalind
“The Terror? What – who is that?” Rosalind asked.
The creature closed its eyes, remaining silent.
“Please, tell me what is going on. There are others who have been brought here as well. Why are we all here?” Rosalind waited for any sort of response, but found none.
“You have little patience.”
This new voice was the bitter wind of winter. It froze Rosalind’s heart, and unlike the white creature’s voice, it was strong and piercing, but with a hint of cruel merriment.
The speaker of the voice stood in front of Rosalind. To her surprise, he appeared to be a man clad in trousers, a cloak, and adorned with a hat. His face was covered completely in a sort of mask. The mask depicted nothing and was pitch black.
Rosalind stood up, and as she did she gathered her courage. “Are you The Terror, sir?”
“Who else would I be? Of course I’m him. And you can stop pretending to be brave even though you’re not, you’re not that knight of yours.”
“How do you know about Emmerich?” Rosalind asked, her face coloring slightly.
“Well, as you just said yourself, there’s others who were brought here. I took the liberty of finding them. They’re an interesting bunch of people, the first interesting ones that have been here in a while.”
“There have been others here?”
“Oh yes, plenty of others. They’re all still here.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere. There’s so many of them it’s hard to catch a glimpse of them.”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s enough questions. It’s my turn to ask some things now.” The Terror motioned for Rosalind to sit down again, and Rosalind, as she was not sure what to think, obeyed. The Terror stood motionless in front of her, his hands clasped behind his back.
“You have heard of Twenty Questions? No? Well, I will ask you twenty questions and you will give me a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer to the question. I may ask less than twenty, though.”
Rosalind glanced at the white creature. Its eyes were still closed.
“Now, my first question: do you have a family?”
It took a long time for Rosalind to respond. Will someone hurt them if I tell him? Rosalind thought. But I cannot lie, that would be immoral.
“Answer the question.” The Terror said, “Don’t try to lie either. I already know the answer.”
“Why ask the question if you know the answer?”
“I said I’m asking the questions, not you. Here is my next one: has this said family failed you in any way?”
When silence was the answer, The Terror stepped closer to Rosalind. “You must answer, or else your precious knight and the others with him will be harmed. I could send my friend to them now, and they would all be done with.”
“My answer is yes.” Rosalind said quickly.
“Good. I always love a threat; it works so much better than negotiation.
Are you continually failed by this family, and by others around you?”
“Yes.”
“And has this restrained your view of others?”
“…yes.”
“Very good, I admire your honesty. I have no other questions to ask you.”
“May I leave now?” Rosalind asked, folding her hands and resting them in her lap.
“If I let you leave, my master wouldn’t have as much fun messing with your colleagues. No, you’ll have to stay here.” The Terror patted the white creature, “Don’t worry, my friend is harmless. At least, to you he will be. I cannot guarantee anything for the others. Goodbye.” With that, The Terror was gone.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”@keilah-h @princesachronicle22
Just to let you guys know, The Terror uses these questions to figure out the internal struggles of the characters so then he can use that to manipulate them. If you guys want to add to him that’s totally fine, I’m kind of just making stuff up as I go lol, and don’t want to dominate the RP. Sorry if I’ve been doing that.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Huntress
“Don’t you guys think it’s odd,” Trevor asked, “That we all were brought here with only one other person, and that person happens to be the opposite gender?”
I hadn’t really thought of that. For Sniper and I, it was obvious. Even before we’d confessed how we felt about each other, we’d often been assigned together on missions. Our skillsets just fit together like that.
But what about the others? What could possibly be the reason they’d been taken here together?
Trevor trailed off his thoughts as the cave stretched further in front of us. Strange creatures glared at us from the walls, but none attempted to attack.
That in and of itself was a bit unsettling, but technically a good thing, because we’d be swarmed if they all decided to go at us at once.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
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