Title: A Search Gone Astray
Description: [P] Damon, Darkager
Damon - April 16, 2008 10:21 PM (GMT)
A gentle breeze toyed with his wings a he gazed off toward the eastern coast. His eyes stung as the sun slowly rose behind the Sanctuary of the Angels, his next destination. It had been a while since he had though about this again and even more since he looked upon the ancient city. He knew that his parents had at one point lived within it's walls, and he had to for a short time. If only he could find someone still alive who knew him and his family. Perhaps he would be able to get a lead on where his parents current whereabouts were.
Slowly raising to his feet he looked around his pitiful campsite. He didn't have much that belonged to him these days. He had slept under a tree with a few of his only possessions. A scimitar he had had since he was a child. He toyed with it in his hand, balancing the hilt upon an outstretched finger. He didn't really like using it much but that didn't mean he wasn't skilled with it. Upon the ground was the second and last of his possessions, a journal. He had also had this since childhood and had filled it full of his thoughts and feelings. Sliding the small book into his back pocket he strapped his sword to his belt and began his decent toward the city gates.
He had rested upon a hill for the night. He had started no fire so there wasn't much to clean. For a moment the breeze halted as the hill behind him provided him cover till he reached the main road that connected the city with the rest of Arda. With the wind to his back he followed that road to the cities gates. Along the way he began to notice that angels were more common around these parts. But given the name of the location he wasn't surprised. He did his best to ignore them and the glares he received. He knew that his wings would cause him to stand out more but he wasn't ready for the dirty looks.
The gate was guarded by several paladins which also gave him a short dirty look as he passed under the gates. The streets within were even more busy then the road outside. People going about their own business as small shops lined the street. Now if only he could remember his way about this place. It had been so long he couldn't quite remember the way to his old living quarters. As he made his way through the streets he did his best to tuck his wings in behind him so he didn't take up the entire street as he walked. The last thing he wanted to do was get some random passerby angry with him. He was bumping into quite a few, but with the streets so packed it was had not to. It wasn't till he felt a hand in his back pocket and a slight tug till he realized something had happened. Looking back the way he had came he didn't see anything out of place. But as he turned around to continue walking he saw a figure up ahead running. Feeling his back pocket he eyes widened with horror as he realized what the pickpocket had taken.
His journal had been taken. First he tried to catch up with the pickpocket but with so many people in the streets he knew he wouldn't be able to. He that guy was however was a complete mystery. Realizing his journal was slowly slipping away from him the further the man got he knew the only way he would keep up with him was in the sky. Rushing to the nearest shop he jumped to the top and used it as leverage to reach the air. As he followed behind the man from the air he began to think of how he would get it back without a conflict, if that were even possible.
Darkager - April 18, 2008 01:35 AM (GMT)
“What do you want?” the blacksmith barked, hiding his foreboding that something ill was going to happen as the angel walked into his dimly lit shop. Nobody really hated angel, well except of the occasional nutcase who thought they where the devil playmates, but on a whole they where more feared than hated. The strange part however is that they didn’t veer so much from human beings, it was just the scariness of the unknown and the mystical, with there feathered wings hanging from there backs to there uncanny skill in magic no one wanted anything to do with them.
“Yes, I’m wondering if you could tell me where this blade is from.” Darkager mumbled withdrawing a blade from his back scabbard and placing it on the counter. The blade was abnormal from its features to its finding. The blade was made by some polished black material to its thin veins of red wire running down to the razor sharp blade the seemed to emit a black glow.
Darkager found the blade some days before at the murder of a couple angelic beings at the cathedral bodies drained of blood and there necks lacking any source of skin. The only clue on how this happened was a knife that lay some dozen feats away. And it was this knife that he gave to the blacksmith now to figure out what it is or was.
“It’s going to cost you gold.” The blacksmith smiled as he picked up the blade thinking of the few silver coins he hoped to obtain in the business deal.
“That will be fine, but the main point is that you tell me where the blade was created and if you can discern what it was used for.”
“That won’t be a problem” The blacksmith said now laying the blade carefully on a set of iron scales. “Its nothing like I saw, it not iron nor silver but if I was forced to say of what material most closely resembles, I would say steel”
“And where is the steel from” The angel interjected aware of the tight schedule he was on.
“I was coming to that.” The blacksmith scowled slowly slicing the blade on a iron block before resting the sword on the counter.
"It’s from the underdark and if I was you, I would try..." But before finishing he was cut off, hearing a shrill shriek that sounded as if the great dark lord Raku was in the doorstep of the town itself.
"Wait here." And before the blacksmith could answer the angel was outside the shop flapping his wings in a desperate attempt to get airborne as fast as he could, in the hopes of seeing who had caused that scream. Even before in the air he saw them, two angels, throats slashed, valuables taken and left to die in there own blood as there necks still gushed new blood from there opened necks.
Airborne, Darkager saw the architect of the killing now running for what seemed like dark calculated steps, a trail of blood leaking from his side. Above him however was something else, an angel if he wasn’t mistaken also fallowing him? Using his quick powerful wings in great powerful beats he raised high above the clouds before diving back down finding himself now atop of the angel. “What do we have here?” Darkager called over the screeching of wind as he slowed to a slow quiver above other. “lets start with you name and reason you following this man?”
Damon - April 18, 2008 03:23 AM (GMT)
As Damon gave chase after the thief he wasn't the least bit surprised that his sudden flight had caught the attention of pretty much...well for lack of a better would everyone. People who had at an earlier point been going about their own business now stood motionless, gawking at what was taking place above them. They were so preoccupied with looking at Damon, an odd angel who passed before they could even get a good look that not a single person noticed the figure running amongst them. That was till he made a fateful mistake and collided with a young woman.
He had thought this be his chance to catch the man but he was fast, and his recovery from the accident was just as swift. But as he continued to run down the crowed street the woman let out a bone chilling screech. Weather it was because of the man or something possible worse he did not know for he didn't stay around long enough to learn the truth.
He needed more speed, he needed to catch this guy before he faded into the crowds of the city. And if that were to happen he would never get it back. No longer just gliding behind the man he began to use all the strength his could muster to pass the man. With each movement of his wings, each flap he got that much closer to his target. He was focused so intently upon the man that he didn't even register the second figure that had taken flight. At least he didn't notice it till it was flying right above his head.
Another angel? No a real angel, one with wings of the same color. In a moment of doubt he longed to be like him. With wings of the purest white and not of the darkest black. Though one of his wings were like this it at times seemed more like a curse. He wished at times he even had only black wings then what he was.
Snapping out of it he knew better then to dwell on things like that. His life was good enough and he had to admit that the attention at times was enjoyable. If given the choice he had to admit that though once he might of taken the offer he would no longer.
It didn't take long for the angel to speak up, after all he was following him. "What do we have here?" he called over the background noise of the wind rushing by them as they continued their flight. "lets start with you name and reason you following this man?"
He had almost caught up with the man. Moments continued to pass almost as if in slow motion. He found himself above the man both being neck and neck within each other. Slowly he began to overtake him.
"Dude, I don't think this is the time or the place for it" Damon stated as he twisted in mid air now flying as if he were laying down looking directly into the angels face. With that he dived flipping backwards and landing before the man he abruptly stopped running. What would happen now he was unsure. All he knew was that the man would not escape with something that didn't belong to him.
Darkager - April 18, 2008 06:54 AM (GMT)
Dude? Is that truly the word he had just used? It’s a strange phenomenon that when flying mere inches from the ground, close enough that any miss hap could mean a one way ticket to underdark. And Darkager was left speechless, at a loss of words, without a response to his comment because of one simple word. Worse however was because of this momentary shock Darkager didn’t see the acrobatic move the angelic being did, flipping backward affront of the man they where chasing to halt his progression any further.
"You'll going to get yourself killed" Darkager finally answered before spinning down, landing rather harder than originally planned aback of the assailant, effectivally traping him.
"Where do you think your going?" Darkager spoke in a rather icy voice that seemed more than anything changing the present situation from a chase to a capture. “I have less patience for murderers than any other, so ill ask you once drop whatever you have and lay on the ground.” Darkager finished releasing his silver sword from his scabbard and letting the sound of steel on silver sing in the air.
“Forfeit, now what fun will that be archangel? Besides ill have more pleasure in killing you and you little prodigy here than forfeiting wouldn’t I?” The figure said laughing as he turned around ignoring the other angel and facing Darkager with his face masked is an insane smile.
His whole body spoke of a being that wasn’t one you would want to meet in an alley late at night. He had glowing red scarlet eyes, with a trail of blood dripping from his forehead as two horns slowly inched out, breaking skin and extending out in a slow curved motion. His head wasn’t the only part left alone, his back also spoke of a sinister transformation as two, great leathery wings sprouted from his back, while his fingers and toes curved seemingly to grow to black sword, of the same material of the dagger.
“Too late to run now, angels.” The Demon spoke his wings now obscuring the two angels from seeing each other. That’s when Darkager noticed it, they where in an alley way, trapped.
“It’s an Ambush!” Darkager yelled stabbing his sword wildly at the demon as the demon raised his throat while blocking Darkager’s efforts to kill it by blocking his sword thrust with a parry of his own.
“Come, kill them, kill them now, now I say” The demon screeched his whole body shimmering in the air, before disappearing all together. Leaving at least six demons jumping down, surrounding them.
“Any ideas, DUDE?” Darkager said in a half mad deranged laughter.
Damon - April 19, 2008 06:50 PM (GMT)
It didn't take long for the angel to follow sit and land as well. "Your going to get yourself killed!" he remarked as he landed rather heavily. Damon ignored his remark for the moment. After all he had his full focus upon the man in front of him. He still didn't know who he was but like that really mattered. All he wanted was his journal and he would be off. He had better things to do then get involved with other peoples problems.
When the angel spoke up again he half expected him to ask for his name again. But his words were directed at the man this time. Perhaps the angel had been looking for him as well? "I have less patience for murderers than any other, so ill ask you once drop whatever you have and lay on the ground." he stated as he pulled a silver sword from his side.
It took only a few moments later for the man he had been following to respond. But as he didn't he noticed something off with his voice. It seemed darker somehow and he was beginning to have doubts that he was a simple pickpocket. "Forfeit, now what fun will that be archangel? Besides ill have more pleasure in killing you and you little prodigy here than forfeiting wouldn't I?" He spoke as he turned to face the other angel. He seemed to be ignoring Damon all together. Not that he really cared.
As the other two continued their conversation Damon began to sneak up on the man. If only he could get close enough without being spotted he might get his journal back and take off before he even knew it had been taken. After all this whole affair seemed to involve the other two more then him.
As he did though he began to see the man go through several changes. Though he couldn't see the mans face he did spot two horns as they began to sprout from his head like wild flowers as black wings erupted from his back. So it wasn't a man after all. He continued to inch his way toward the demon reaching out his hand to the demons pocket.
The last thing he remembered hearing was the other angel shout something about an ambush. And as the demon slowly began to rise Damon reached for his journal but missed. He went to try again but the demon had vanished in it's place six demons came from above.
He cursed as his misfortune as he realized they were quickly surrounded. Looking to the angel he knew that he was ready for a fight, ready to kill the demons. Damon knew that most demons couldn't be reasoned with. And he did have his blade on him but that didn't make taking a life any more easy.
"Any ideas, DUDE?" the angel asked in a half mad deranged laughter. Damon however needn't have answered. He had already thought of what to do and had already began the spell. After all while the demons came from above they were still aerial. Raising two fingers he began to move them in a circular motion and as if one cue the winds began to pick up. Slowly at first but moments later much quicker. It was as if a mini hurricane had just appeared out of nowhere was the two angels in the eye. The demons were helpless as they got caught in the winds and began to spin around rapidly.
Knowing the short life span of the spell he quickly turned to the angel. "If you know where that leader is lets get out of here before these guys stop spinning." Damon stated as he waited for a response.