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Kelta decided it would be easier to sleep in Vihre's bed, not out of passion, but rather out of fear, and hope to be protected. She came insanely close to loosing the only thing she really cared about, and she wasn't about to let that happen again. Not to mention, she could literally spark up a spell if her mind was in the right state if they did get attacked, and she was better at faking death then he was. They didn't get to sleep for very long before the sun had risen, and Vihre literally dragged her out of bed. Although they were in a good mood only an hour or so ago, it quickly soured up between them, and it didn't take long for them to just give up on magical training as it was.
"Just face it Vihre, your not a wizard, your not a sorcerer, hell your not even a magician. You're a scholar, but even that doesn't matter! You need to be able to use magic to teach someone to use it! Its just not the same. I don't feel those things you tell me to!" Kelta said angrily, sitting on the highest point of the wall leading downwards into the Sphynx. It was the gathering place for their treasure hunting team.
"Well at least I'm not trying to kill you with over powered spells! What the hell was that last night! Why didn't you tell me you could do that before?"
"Because I didn't want you to know, okay? There's a few things about me that I'd rather never speak to people I don't trust!"
"Well if you didn't trust me, then why the hell did you sleep in my bed?" he suddenly blushed a bright red, realizing how that sounded. Kelta stood there grinning at him. "I hate you," he hid is face with his hat, and slammed his back against the wall she was sitting on; sitting down on the hot desert sand.
"So what is this treasure hunt for, anyways? I don't think I ever read that part." Kelta said after a moment, breaking the silence between them.
"It wasn't explained in the poster. It's not really important to us, I'd think. Judging from what I do know about you, you wouldn't be interested in it anyways."
"What is it?"
"The crown of Osiron. It's said to possess special powers within it. Suposedly it will grant the bearer strength, and courage, as well as the ability to better lead something. I heard there was something else about it, but I can't for the life of me remember what it was." (he's talking about the solar god helm, btw.)
"Oh, I know about that crown." She frowned, "we don't want to go after that crown."
"And why should we listen to a little annoying girl like you?" he said, looking up out of the corner of his eye at her.
She glared at him, before becoming silent again. Just you wait and see. She closed her eyes for a time, letting the hot sun bath her delicate face, before nearly falling off the wall in surprise. When she looked around to see what had surprised her so much, she saw nothing. She could of sworn she heard a voice behind her, but she thought nothing of it.
"Where the hell is the rest of our team?" Vihre looked up at the sun for a moment, and sighed loudly. He was apparently ticked off, They should have been here by now, he said silently, looking around, before catching Keltas eye. "What are you so worried about?" he noticed her discontentment.
She thought she had hid it, but apparently hadn't done a very good job, "nothing," she lied. "I'm fine."
"Uh-huh," he said, not believing it for a moment. "Oh there they come now!" he said, motioning to a blond haired human assassin wrapped in black clothing. Alongside him was a human female with bright pink hair-probably died- done in the same long banged, spiked out, hair style as Kelta. She was rather plump for her height-only standing as high as the assassin's shoulder, and wore an alchemists costume with a black dress, black boots, and black cape. Behind her seemed to be a rather timid Baphomet creature, clutching his scythe firmly as he hid behind the girls leg.
"Standard greeting my good folk," the girl said, tipping a wide brimmed top hat to the two, before doing a curtsy. "I work for the adventurers guild, and will be your guide this evening."
Vihre rolled his eyes, oh great, another weird person. "You mean morning?"
"Its always evening down there!" she said with a sort of cackle. As you looked closer at her face, she seemed to have spiral markings on the edges of her eyes. "Names Domi," she held out a gloved hand, which Kelta jumped off the wall to take.
"I'm Kelta," she said, blushing. She so pretty…
She smiled back at her, "and your friend?"
"Vihre." He said looking away.
"Ah, well this is Demix," she motioned to the assassin. He had his eyes closed, arms crossed, and seemed to look rather calm and tranquil. Nothing could bother him in that state, it seemed. "He will be the strength of our team. No offence to you Vihre, but when I looked at you, I didn't think you could take as much damage as it would be needed to keep a Faella from getting killed."
"Yeah that's fi-" he did a double take, "You…"
He was interrupted by Kelta, "You know what I am?"
"Well yeah, I've studied the races for ten years." She winked at him.
"..How can that be? You don't look a day over fifteen!"
"True, but I mastered alchemy when I was seven." She shrugged, "people call me a genius. I just call it luck. Humans have always been the smartest creatures alive, so why not start young?"
"I guess…"
"What the hell are we doing here? Flapping our gums like little merchant girls? We should be in there hacking and slashing and everything possible! I want to see some blood, heh, heh, heh." The little creature behind Domi said, grinning to himself.
"Be patient Domino," Dominique frowned. "We need to set out a few guidelines in there first. It's a maze down there, so we should avoid using fly wings. Allright? As for skills… Kelta, I know your nature is powerful, but try to avoid doing anything until we get further downstairs. The lower we go the more dangerous it gets, and if I'm not mistaken, the Druids who were in charge of protecting the tomb's treasure are either still alive, or they were enchanted through necromancy. Either way, they're masters at the elements, and the only one here who can really withstand them is Kelta." She turned to her, "what spells do you know?"
"All of them, except the three cursed spells."
"Oh okay-wait what? You know all of them!" Domi blinked, looking at her with awe. "Do you have a staff powerful enough to take all that?"
"I don't…um…use a staff." She looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment. "I never learned how." She coughed.
Demix opened his eyes, and looked at her with intrest before speaking, "that's amazing. But I thought magic could only be focused through a staff?" he looked at Dominique with his question.
"Supposedly. The Demons use staves, as well as certain humans, because magic only comes from the staff itself. You might have the skills to use magic, but its nothing without a staff. Its like trying to light a fire under water. You have the know-how, but you can't do it."
"Humans can use magic?" Vihre said, surprised.
"Yeah, they always have been able to…But its against the law to sell staves to humans. Thank king Tristan the first for that rule. He didn't want humans to medle with things like that. He wanted us to be more like the elves. But there are still trades of staves that humans can use." She turned to Kelta, "as for the other races… The demons make all their staves in glast heim, but only a demon can use one. The Elves refuse to use magic, but they can channel water magics through themselves since they are aligned with that element. The Unicorns channel most of their magic through themselves, but the humans who copy their magics use a staff filled with their blood. You know, the priests."
"I'm sorry, but how is this relevant?" Demix asked calmly.
"Well… Its sort of not…" she coughed. I gotta stop doing that…They don't really care about what I know…She sighed softly, before shaking her head, and grinning, realizing something "However! Kelta, you might be interested in hearing this, but I've read many tombs suggesting the Faella contains magical essence. That would explain why you don't need a staff.. But for your own protection, I think we should find you one as soon as possible. But now isn't the time. As for the druids, they were humans who knew magic. When Osiron ruled over Morroc, Morroc wasn't part of prontera's empire, so king Tristan the first couldn't say anything about it. Osiron granted them the use of staves, so we might actually find a few down there. Kelta, if we do, I want you to use it. It might be a bit weird to channel your power through a staff, but it won't exhaust you as much."
"How do you know so much about me?" she raised her eyebrow.
"I told you, I studied your kind. But I might be wrong about the staff thing..only one book suggested the use of a staff made magic easier for a Faella. It might actually be worse, but theres only one way to find out!
"Oh, and another thing, Anubis and Medusa were Osiron's children, when he was buried he had them killed and buried alongside him. The druids were against this, so they had them resurrected through necromancy, but it went wrong, and now there's copies of them running around. But be careful, both of them were skilled beyond most humans, I think it was because of the solar god helm though… Oh before I forget, Demix." She reached into the large black satchel that hung against her hip, and brought out two handfuls of glass bottles shapped like skulls with red liquid in it. "Twenty should be enough, right?"
"Yeah, thanks." He said, taking the bottles.
"What were those?" Vihre looked, raising an eyebrow.
"Poison Bottles, for Enchant Deadly Poison. It's an amazing skill. And it'll do us some good down there."
The four traveled through the sphinx with little difficulty, Kelta stayed at the back most of the time, darting around enemies whenever they spawned near her, letting the other three do most of the work. Demix didn't seem to bother using much of his energy, and stayed near Kelta for most of the time. Dominique and Vihre on the other hand nearly wore themselves off trying to fend off Kelta. Dominique seemed fond of swinging a large axe, while Vihre's main strength lied in his fists, and spent most of the time ripping the heads off the zombies. At several times throughout the maze the came in contact with a requiem, but only once did they find something useful.
"What is this?" Kelta said, picking at the remains of the now fully dead creature, and bringing out an ornate blue box. "Its pretty…"
"Yeah." Demix said, looking at it with awe.
"Its an old blue box, it can contain –anything- from a jellopy, to a …." She shuddered, "sword, to the rarest item in the world. Unfortuantly, once you open it the box becomes useless. You couldn't even put your earrings into it, because it would collapse. They were Osiron's greatest treasure, but they were stolen over the years by the Requiem who were trapped here while trying to build Osiron's tomb. These mazes are their fault, they got bored while down here, and considering work was the only thing they were good at, they ended up making these mazes. Most of them died under the pressure of these monsterous blocks. The druids were the ones who gave them a second life. Its tragic in a way..They'ren ot listening to me are they domino?"
"Afraid not," he looked up at her, seeing her sigh. "Cheer up Domi, these humans only care about one thing."
"True…" she knelt down and hugged her pet, letting him sit in her lap as she watched them fight over the box. Kelta was the first one to give it up. She doesn't seem interested in that sort of thing. I wonder why she keeps looking at me like that, blushing and such. Its almost like she likes me. She smiled contentedly.
"Oh boy, an apple." Vihre threw it at Keltas head, and she fell forward, acting as if she had been knocked out. "Oh stop that!"
"Ahhh I've fallen and I can't get up Evil mean horrible Vihre." She searched the floor for a moment before picking up a rock and chucked it at his stomache. It didn't get farther then a foots width of distance. "…I hate you so much," when she got up she rubbed her head vigoursly.
"Allright then, we should be close to the third floor by now…" Dominique said, motioning to a set of stairs that led down wards.
"How many floords does this place have?" Kelta remarked, looking a bit exhausted.
"Five I think…" (note: I have no clue how many floors this damn place has.)
"Lets just get this over with." Vihre mumbled.
The group was about to decend, when Kelta clung to Vihre's arm, "wait."
"What's wrong?" he said, concern showed on his face, for some odd reason.
"Look at that," she motioned to writing over the doorway downwards.
"…Kelta I can't read this."
"I can…It's the ancient language."
"…How?" he gave her a look.
"Everything in my mom's library is written in this language."
"Yeah, but it hasn't been used for a thousand years Kelta…That's why its ancient!"
"True…"
"Well if you can read it, do it. If not, remind me to beat you later for lying to me," he chuckled, making it seem like he was joking.
Kelta frowned. "Um, 'Destiny follows those who travel the western way.' Huh?"
"Huh is right," he whacked her upside the head. "Don't stop me for something that stupid again, got it?"
She sighed, "fine…" They descended. Kelta kept her mouth shut for the remainder of the third floor, whenever she saw writing on the wall, she decided to stop for a moment to take a look at it. She didn't really want Vihre to stay with her to see what she found the first time, but she rather would of have some sort of protection. Nothing seemed to make much sense, until she found a bit on a wall on the fifth floor that seemed to be a spell. It wasn't in any language she understood, but the words were like her spells. She peered into it for a moment, trying to make sense of it, before feeling something on her throat.
It wasn't a hand she was sure of that, it felt more like a dark aura, or a strong wind clasp itself onto her kneck, and draw her away from it. She could still breathe fine enough, but she felt herself gasping for air, as if the air was thinning. She tried to scream for help, but she couldn't hear her voice. When she looked around, there was nobody there. Her team had deserted her.
"Silly little girl, do you wish to remove the curse?" the voice said, it was tinged with darkness, but it seemed almost sincere. "For years I have been waiting for someone like you…LOOK AT ME!"
She wanted nothing more then to turn around and look at her captor, but something drew her attention to it, when she saw it she gasped. Looking directly at her was a skinless face buried in a very large red wizards hat. She knew at once who she was staring at: The Evil Druid. She felt tears welling up in her eyes out of fear, and rolling down her face. No magic she knew could save her from these things, the Evil druid had great magical defence, and there was nothing she could do to it. "w-What do..do you want fr-from me?"
"Read this, my child," he cackled, as he held up a book to her face. She cringed as a centipede crawled over the spine. "READ IT NOW!"
She gulped hard, as she tried to read the words. They were in the same ancient language she was used to, but the words themselves scared her deeply. "I-I c..can't"
"Do it!" he begin to wrap an evil aura round her boddy, clutching her legs, arms, and torso.
She felt as if the very life was draining from herself, pain erupted through her veins, and coldness split her body. In her mind a voice told her that it would disapate if she read the words. She had no choice. "Incantation of darkness begins, as the flower of life does die. Fear penetrates all bodies, and chaos shall meet wins, life of purity and balance falls to knee. Follow-" she began to choke on the words, tears continuing to fall down her cheeks. She couldn't read this! "the dark path to make all lives disappear, flower of life die beneath me. Curse my loves and le-" She was halted suddenly when the druid disappeared in a bit of smoke, and she felt herself drop to the ground.
She was twitching for a moment before she felt herself scooped up by someone. "Shh…its okay now Kelta," Domi's voice came, clutching her tightly to her busom, and rubbing her back.
Domino seemed flustered, he didn't seem to want Domi hugging anyone but him, and it was obvious that he was rather jealous.
"You'll be okay now…" she kissed Kelta's lips softly-just for a moment- in an attempt to cheer her up, before lifting her lips to her ear, and spoke very softly, "I know how you feel now hun." She hugged her tightly for a few more moments, then looked behind her at something. "Vihre, you take her," she lifted Kelta up as well as she could, and handed her to Vihre, who wrapped his big strong arms around her, enveoloping her in a big bear hug. "This is the tomb of Osiron!" she motioned to a giant casket.
"We seem to be the first ones here too!" Demix said, thrilled. "Help me open this!" He and Dominique worked on the tomb.
"Domino! Help me!" Domi shot him a look.
"…Help yourself, Dominique." Domino looked away, while Dominique held a puzzled look on her face, but shrugged.
"Moody today I guess. But we've almost got this."
Meanwhile, Vihre held Kelta close to his chest. "Feeling better yet?"
Kelta was still crying, but she felt a lot better thanks to Dominique, "Y-Yeah… But I can't believe…I…I almost came close to…to…" she couldn't seem to say it.
"To what?" he said gently, rubbing her back.
"Killing you."
"You wouldn't of just killed him, you would of killed everyone you loved, and resurrected them the necromancy way. You would have to kill them just to survive, and they would hate you. It's a horrible curse. I also think you would of killed everyone in your race..But I think you don't have to worry about that. Theres only like..five of you left. Hey its off now!" There was a loud crash as a stone casket lid shattered into a billion pieces, but that was ignored as they looked into the box.
Kelta didn't want to be let go, she felt safer in Vihre's arms then she did otherwise, but she also was curious to see what was in the tomb.
"A nice new scythe for you, Domino," she handed him an old dusty scythe. The blade looked more potent, but the wooden hilt seemed rotting. "We can at least use the blade."
"…I really don't fucking care Dominique."
"We can also go home and beat you?"
He laughed. "I'll take the scythe."
Demix looked interested at a katar, and was busy trying it on, and slashing at the wind, while Vihre was busy with a spell book, and Kelta was peering at a staff.
"I don't think I can use this….It… I sence something wrong about this thing…"
"Just use it Kelta. You aren't fit to be channeling spells out of yourself at this moment."
"I suppose.." she looked back at the arc wand, and sighed. Sure it was pretty, but there was something about its aura that she distrusted. The group seemed rather contented with the treasure, but something seemed to be missing… they realized what it was when a voice spoke up.
"Dosh yoush morshals wish tosh dieee?" a slurring sound came carrying a masculine voice, when they turned, they saw a skeletal corpse wrapped tightly in aged bandages tinted purple. Atop his head was the solar god helmet.
Dominique grinned, and the sight of the creature seemed to cheer up Domino into using the Scythe they had found. Demix took out the bottles, and held them firmly in his hand.
"Weapons," he said calmly, before drowning them in the contents of three poison bottles, and mumbling a spell before handing them back.
"What did you do to this?" Vihre asked, putting a knuckle onto his fist.
He seemed to cackle, which was odd for him, "enchant deadly poison…" ((before you question it..yes poison works on undead in this story. But it doesn't in the real ro))
"What the hell does it do?" Vihre questioned, but it was quickly answered when Osiris ran torwards the group, and he had to defend himself by cracking his fist into the creature's stomache. Osiris didn't seem pained by it, but he halted for a good moment, letting Vihre whack at him again.
Dominique held her axe firmly in her two hands, ripping through the air with its blade every time she got an open space in the fight. The axe was quite heavy, so it tired her out quickly, and whenever it did, Domino went into to fight for her. His new scythe proved as a very sharp utensil, and cut through Osiris' bandages each time he slashed, making it easier for him to get at his bones easier. Unfortuantly, the scythe simply clanged against the bones. The blade was sharp, but not sharp enough to cut through the strong bones. Osiris simply laughed.
As odd as it was, Osiris simply stood there, letting himself be beaten. Although an undead could not feel pain, they often faught back, but nothing seemed to be happening! That was quickly changed.
"Foolish hushmans," he cackled, raising his fist, and clutching Dominique's throat. "You cannot hursh me wif your shilly weapshons!" he continued to cackle, crushing Dominique's kneck in his grip.
"Domi!" Domino yelled, swinging his scythe in Osiris' direction, but it was quickly intercepted by Dominique herself, and Domino ended up slicing Dominiques back, as Osiris used her as a shield. He cackled again, before drawing a sword. "Shoo want to fisht?" he used two handed quicken, and began to swing his sword in Vihre's direction.
Lucky for him, Vihre was rather quick, so only a few blows were dealt to him, and often times they weren't serious wounds. However he was unable to defend himself when he tried to attack, and twice he was sliced so badly-in the same spot- that he begun to bleed profusely in his arm. He was starting to feel rather weak, and let himself collide with the ground, cringing as he held his arm tightly. "Kelta! Do something damnit!"
"What!" she screamed, more worried then angry.
"Anything!"
"Uhm…"
While she scrambled for the right spell, Demix was busy both dodging Osiris' blade, as well as delivering a good number of katar blows to the mummy. "Kelta, just do ANYTHING!" he screamed finally, holding the mummy's arm in one of his katar laden hands, and using his free hand to slice Osiris in the back.
"Okay, okay!" She reached into a hidden part of her dress, and removed a circlet, before kissing the gemstones. Mom, give me strength, and placed it onto her head. Holding her hands before her, she traced her mind for words for a spell she had only cast one other time. When she finally spoke them she screamed, "FIRE PILLAR!" and rose her hands quickly into the sky, as a pillar of spiraling flame appeared before her. She did this again twice more, moving a few feet backwards. "Chuck him through them!" She said, after the three pillars had been lain. She completely forgot about using her staff.
"Way ahead of you," he grinned, holding Osiris' neck with one hand, and bearing his katar in the back of the mummy, before catapulting him forward, towards Kelta.
He hit the flames twelve times, before tumbling forward, and hitting the second pillar twelve times, and rolling forward to land back first on the final pillar, searing off his bandages with twelve bouts of flame. She sighed heavily, and let herself collapse to the floor, right near Dominique who had been dragged away by Domino.
Vihre had recovered just enough to walk over to Osiris' now naked self, and gripped his skull, cracking it off with a flick of his wrist. He threw it across the room, and it collided with the wall Kelta had been at earlier. "your full of surprises, kid," he smiled at Kelta, and extended a hand to help her up, before hugging her. "Way to go."
She felt safe, and warm in his arms again, and for a moment she was reminded of her father… she sighed gently before letting herself be let go, and looked down at Dominique. "So..what now?"
"We claim his treasure," she said, smiling. It turned out that only her dress had been cut by Domino's scythe, and a simple white line was seen on her back, so she wasn't bleeding. It just hurt a lot.
"You mean this?" Demix said, holding the solar god helmet in his grip.
"Yeah. Who do you think it should go to?" Dominique looked at the three.
"I don't have any need for it," Kelta frowned. She really didn't, if it increased her strength, it probably wouldn't do much good for her anyways. Not to mention, it was sort of ugly to her.
"Could I see it?" Vihre asked, before accepting it and putting it on his head. He suddenly felt a strong preasure sear down his bones, and a mind splitting pain echo amongst him. He screamed, as he was driven to the ground, and curled up in a ball, clutching his head. He shoved the crown off him, and he instantly felt better. Getting up he glared at the crown. "I didn't want that thing anywyas." He put his other hat back on.
Kelta was too busy laughing at him to really notice Dominique putting it on. By now her feelings for the girl was stronger, and she wouldn't want any sort of pain to go to her. However she thought Vihre's little show was the funniest thing she had ever seen. "It doesn't like you!"
"Shut up," he massaged the area between his eyes, as if he had a headache. He probably did.
Demix smirked. He didn't seem to want the hat either, although he didn't mention why.
Dominique, on the other hand, wore it rather proudly. It didn't do anything to her, and she was able to wear it rather easily. "It's a shame this thing destroys my wonderful image!" she laughed, before taking it off, and returning her top hat to its rightful spot, and handed it to Demix. "I guess its yours then."
Demix frowned, "Are you sure its not going to burn me like it did to Vihre?"
"Nah, Vihre was just evil, and it didn't like evil old men."
"…I'm not old Kelta. I'm only twenty six. …and you shouldn't be talking about being 'old'." He smirked smugly.
Dominique looked puzzled. Aparently there was something she was missing about the Faella race.
Demix shrugged, and placed it on his head. It fit him better then it fit Dominiques hat, and looked rather nice on his head. "actually…it does make me feel stronger." He turned to Dominique and begun to talk to her, while Kelta and Vihre inspected Osiris.
"Where did you learn that spell?" Vihre asked after a moment.
Kelta was just about to answer it with a rude remark, but she was halted when she heard something.
Little girl, come look at what I've found, the voice seemed to of come from the tomb, which she quickly hurried off to.
"Hey! There's something written here!" she motioned to the over turned casket, which held what seemed rather interestingly like a spell.
Well that's the end of chapter 1. Chapter 2 won't be up for a bit, it'll go up faster if people review..however X3
On another note.. Want your character to make a cameo? They could have a big part to a relitivly small part..it all depends on how the story works out, and how the chapter flows. However…I –will- use the character. Just send me an e-mail (linrevil at hotmail dot com) with details about your character. Name, personality, look, etc 3