((*you hear laughter* you think flowey would come willing, and as a diplomat? You dont know who he is, do you? Let me give you the rundown, just for fun. He hates life, himself, and, above all else, 'that damned shadeslayer'. He is the cause of most, if not all troubles for my clan, and his only wish is to see it crumble. You dont want him there, trust me. And thirku, is, shal we say, special. I dont have his story ironed out yet, but i'm sure youll get snippits if you ask the right questions. Lets see...these three should do. Maybe i'll find a way to bring others in later.))
"The funny thing," diana said with a dry chuckle. "I visited that clan a thosand times before anyone finally told me. I had been staring my family in the face, and I didn't know it tell they were all dead. Appearently, my brother drowned himself in the wyrmwood after my mother died on a mercenary contract. Ironic, if you ask me."
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Why was he so tired all the time, because he used to have more energy then what he does now. He had only recently recovered from the fiasco a small ways back, and to say Sans Shadeslayer wasnt what he once was, would be putting it lightly.
He used to be able to go days on end with little to no rest, and now, he could barely go 12 hours without passing out. It was horrible, but, if he had to do it all again, go through the pain of the change all over, he would. Je would've never been able to live with the alternative.
But, he was surprised when his general's familiar returned without the general. After a quick explnation on the familiar's part, sans gathered the ones who were available, the lightning representive, Tech; and his own brother, papyrus, before following the familiar, with them in tow, to the seemingly desolate plaugelands, only to find a lone bogsneak. They landed some distance away, and Sans instructed the other two to stay put while he made the short hop on foot to investigate.
((*you hear laughter* you think flowey would come willing, and as a diplomat? You dont know who he is, do you? Let me give you the rundown, just for fun. He hates life, himself, and, above all else, 'that damned shadeslayer'. He is the cause of most, if not all troubles for my clan, and his only wish is to see it crumble. You dont want him there, trust me. And thirku, is, shal we say, special. I dont have his story ironed out yet, but i'm sure youll get snippits if you ask the right questions. Lets see...these three should do. Maybe i'll find a way to bring others in later.))
"The funny thing," diana said with a dry chuckle. "I visited that clan a thosand times before anyone finally told me. I had been staring my family in the face, and I didn't know it tell they were all dead. Appearently, my brother drowned himself in the wyrmwood after my mother died on a mercenary contract. Ironic, if you ask me."
Why was he so tired all the time, because he used to have more energy then what he does now. He had only recently recovered from the fiasco a small ways back, and to say Sans Shadeslayer wasnt what he once was, would be putting it lightly.
He used to be able to go days on end with little to no rest, and now, he could barely go 12 hours without passing out. It was horrible, but, if he had to do it all again, go through the pain of the change all over, he would. Je would've never been able to live with the alternative.
But, he was surprised when his general's familiar returned without the general. After a quick explnation on the familiar's part, sans gathered the ones who were available, the lightning representive, Tech; and his own brother, papyrus, before following the familiar, with them in tow, to the seemingly desolate plaugelands, only to find a lone bogsneak. They landed some distance away, and Sans instructed the other two to stay put while he made the short hop on foot to investigate.
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((Oh yeah... the Flower in Undertale is the villain, right? at least that's what I heard in the Honest Trailer...))
The Ridgeback chewed, looking pensive. "That's a pretty terrible way to end a pilgrimage to the Wyrmwound; not the kind of sacrifice the Filthy Lady would've been expecting, I guess." As the new dragons landed up above and Andreia virtually rang the alarm telepathically, he looked heavenward. It was his cue to prepare for escorting this dragon up to meet with her clanmates. "Looks like your friends are here to pick you two up. You want a moment, or d'you wanna get going?"
The Bogsneak's eyes gleamed fuschia as she regarded the newcomers: a Skydancer, a Mirror, and a Coatl, all male. Before the one that came closer- the Skydancer- could speak, she pawed at the ground. It rumbled in response, and a fissure began to open up in the decaying earth. Tendrils, sinews, and small roots began to either stretch or split apart, red muck beginning to drip into the hole that had formed. After looking at the three newcomers in turns, she leapt into thr proverbial rabbit hole. A purple puff of smoke began to form above the hole, and soon, the skeleton of a quadruped materialized within its wispy center. It stared at them as though to serve as a marker for where to enter the lair.
((Oh yeah... the Flower in Undertale is the villain, right? at least that's what I heard in the Honest Trailer...))
The Ridgeback chewed, looking pensive. "That's a pretty terrible way to end a pilgrimage to the Wyrmwound; not the kind of sacrifice the Filthy Lady would've been expecting, I guess." As the new dragons landed up above and Andreia virtually rang the alarm telepathically, he looked heavenward. It was his cue to prepare for escorting this dragon up to meet with her clanmates. "Looks like your friends are here to pick you two up. You want a moment, or d'you wanna get going?"
The Bogsneak's eyes gleamed fuschia as she regarded the newcomers: a Skydancer, a Mirror, and a Coatl, all male. Before the one that came closer- the Skydancer- could speak, she pawed at the ground. It rumbled in response, and a fissure began to open up in the decaying earth. Tendrils, sinews, and small roots began to either stretch or split apart, red muck beginning to drip into the hole that had formed. After looking at the three newcomers in turns, she leapt into thr proverbial rabbit hole. A purple puff of smoke began to form above the hole, and soon, the skeleton of a quadruped materialized within its wispy center. It stared at them as though to serve as a marker for where to enter the lair.
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"I think that's a new record." Diana said, slowly standing with a small grunt. Now that the adreniline was gone, and the heat of battle faded, the impact the ridgeback made was starting to settle in, and aches were popping up everywhere, and, though she did her best to hide it, she had a miniscule limp on her right foreleg where the ridgeback made contact. "I assume you say some magic word and some magic door opens in the seamless wall.
"Umm...Papyrus?" Sans said over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off the hole that the bogsenak had dissapeared into. "See anything?"
The mirror concentrated, using his secondary set of eyes as well as his own form of geomancy(papyrus is the only earth derg in my lair, actually) to try and get a feel for how many were inside the now exposed entrance, only to discover a small cave system with no visiable entrances other then the one that had appeared before them. "Well." they said finally, "We are defintly in the right place."
"And for a moment there i thought the general had given faulty directions." the coatl interjected.
"Naw." Sans said. "It's not like her to lead anyone on a wild goose chase." He walked up to the edge of the small tear in the earth, leaning over to get a better view. "Welp, guess there is only one way to go." he said before spreading his wings and not-so-gracefully gliding his way down to the floor of the cavern below. He wasn't quite used to making soft landings with his body yet. He was used to just jumping in and shrugging the impact off, so, he stumbled over his own feet a little when he stuck the landing with the other two dragons following swiftly behind.
"I think that's a new record." Diana said, slowly standing with a small grunt. Now that the adreniline was gone, and the heat of battle faded, the impact the ridgeback made was starting to settle in, and aches were popping up everywhere, and, though she did her best to hide it, she had a miniscule limp on her right foreleg where the ridgeback made contact. "I assume you say some magic word and some magic door opens in the seamless wall.
"Umm...Papyrus?" Sans said over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off the hole that the bogsenak had dissapeared into. "See anything?"
The mirror concentrated, using his secondary set of eyes as well as his own form of geomancy(papyrus is the only earth derg in my lair, actually) to try and get a feel for how many were inside the now exposed entrance, only to discover a small cave system with no visiable entrances other then the one that had appeared before them. "Well." they said finally, "We are defintly in the right place."
"And for a moment there i thought the general had given faulty directions." the coatl interjected.
"Naw." Sans said. "It's not like her to lead anyone on a wild goose chase." He walked up to the edge of the small tear in the earth, leaning over to get a better view. "Welp, guess there is only one way to go." he said before spreading his wings and not-so-gracefully gliding his way down to the floor of the cavern below. He wasn't quite used to making soft landings with his body yet. He was used to just jumping in and shrugging the impact off, so, he stumbled over his own feet a little when he stuck the landing with the other two dragons following swiftly behind.
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The hole in question appeared on its own when Kakkab walked up to where it, apparently, was supposed to be. "Well, that's one way to do it. Other times, the Brain just does it." The Ridgy stepped into a pnondescript hall much like the walls of the room he had just left, amd waited to lead the Guardian to the proper receiving chamber.
The convenient thing about Plague subterranean lairs, Kakkab thought when he was first given the task to carve it out of the ground, was that interior decorating came along naturally. Literally. Pustules, tendrils, roots, and sometimes the carcasses of little animals, decorated the walls and floors of most of the chambers. Occassionally there would be some furniture made of stone, rotting wood (wood from the Scarred Wasteland lasted best, used to the decay), big animal bones, or just scavenged from elsewhere.
Indeed, the receiving chamber that Antigone dove into was very much like the rooms their guests had been held in, the rooms from which they were both being led from now. The elliptically-shaped room was, somehow, more artfully decorated- if one considered it artful, because of he material used. Stalactites of either tendril or rock served as anchors for a pattern of brightly glowing pustules; some of these formations met with stalagmite complements on the ground, but many merely hung from the ceiling. As though the architect of the lair felt that this would not provide enough lightfor visitors, Glow Shrooms had, somehow, been cultivated to sprout up in the "corners" of the room. The long-dead root system of a tree spread out from the ceiling, to the walls, to sprawl out on the floors- defiant even in death to the spreading plague that likely killed it long ago. It was in the painful process of transforming to look much like the ugly, gnarled, gut-like roots common to the Plaguebringer's domain. Bones were put together like a mosaic to form doorways for the twin open corridors leading out of the spacious room.
A dragonmade carpet, not old enough to be riddled with molds, was spread out over the center of the room's floor; this was where Antigone lay sprawled out, as though she had never moved from where she rested up on the surface. The Somber Spirit had materialized over her shoulder, and, like its charge, watched the lair's guests with veiled curiosity.
The hole in question appeared on its own when Kakkab walked up to where it, apparently, was supposed to be. "Well, that's one way to do it. Other times, the Brain just does it." The Ridgy stepped into a pnondescript hall much like the walls of the room he had just left, amd waited to lead the Guardian to the proper receiving chamber.
The convenient thing about Plague subterranean lairs, Kakkab thought when he was first given the task to carve it out of the ground, was that interior decorating came along naturally. Literally. Pustules, tendrils, roots, and sometimes the carcasses of little animals, decorated the walls and floors of most of the chambers. Occassionally there would be some furniture made of stone, rotting wood (wood from the Scarred Wasteland lasted best, used to the decay), big animal bones, or just scavenged from elsewhere.
Indeed, the receiving chamber that Antigone dove into was very much like the rooms their guests had been held in, the rooms from which they were both being led from now. The elliptically-shaped room was, somehow, more artfully decorated- if one considered it artful, because of he material used. Stalactites of either tendril or rock served as anchors for a pattern of brightly glowing pustules; some of these formations met with stalagmite complements on the ground, but many merely hung from the ceiling. As though the architect of the lair felt that this would not provide enough lightfor visitors, Glow Shrooms had, somehow, been cultivated to sprout up in the "corners" of the room. The long-dead root system of a tree spread out from the ceiling, to the walls, to sprawl out on the floors- defiant even in death to the spreading plague that likely killed it long ago. It was in the painful process of transforming to look much like the ugly, gnarled, gut-like roots common to the Plaguebringer's domain. Bones were put together like a mosaic to form doorways for the twin open corridors leading out of the spacious room.
A dragonmade carpet, not old enough to be riddled with molds, was spread out over the center of the room's floor; this was where Antigone lay sprawled out, as though she had never moved from where she rested up on the surface. The Somber Spirit had materialized over her shoulder, and, like its charge, watched the lair's guests with veiled curiosity.
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((Writer's block sucks.))
Diana raised an eyebrow when the hole in the wall formed. "Neat trick." she said as she followed behind the ridgeback, biting her tongue to keep herself quiet when her body protested to any sort of movement at the moment. "Not much of a scenery change, is it?" she remarked upon gauging the look of the hallway.
"Keep your guard up." Sans said, lowering his voice so only his companions could hear. "We don't know what we are up against." Both Tech and papyrus nodded, the Mechanojets on Tech's legs whirring to life as he flexed his claws.
Upon confirmation that they both had heard, Sans turned back to the bog. "Hello." He said, maintaining a friendly demeanor. "Might i speak to the one in charge?"
(Short, because i'm trying to revive muse.)
((Writer's block sucks.))
Diana raised an eyebrow when the hole in the wall formed. "Neat trick." she said as she followed behind the ridgeback, biting her tongue to keep herself quiet when her body protested to any sort of movement at the moment. "Not much of a scenery change, is it?" she remarked upon gauging the look of the hallway.
"Keep your guard up." Sans said, lowering his voice so only his companions could hear. "We don't know what we are up against." Both Tech and papyrus nodded, the Mechanojets on Tech's legs whirring to life as he flexed his claws.
Upon confirmation that they both had heard, Sans turned back to the bog. "Hello." He said, maintaining a friendly demeanor. "Might i speak to the one in charge?"
(Short, because i'm trying to revive muse.)
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((haha, I know that feel, bruh. hard when you have to write for schoolwork too...))
"Nah. Kerrigan wanted it that way. Something about striking discomfort in intruders... Besides, it's more comfortable this way, and easier." Every now and then, the Ridgeback turned as though to walk into the wall, only to have a passageway open up into another corridor. Before long, they were in a hallway- or a really big tunnel, whichever way one chose to see it- with an actual opening at its end. A dragon with a great sense of hearing could distinguish at least one voice addressing somebody else in the spacious-seeming room.
Antigone only lazily inclined her head to the right. Kerrigan, along with Leviathan and the Imperial, had just emerged from an opening. The voice of a monotone Fae boomed. "The Queen welcomes you to our humble cluster. You have come for your friends, yes?" As Levi addressed their guests, another pair- Kakkab and the Guardian- emerged from the other end of the rather huge cavern. "Looks like we'd just arrived in time," the Ridgy mused, looking the strangers over, trying to gauge their strengths. Let's hope this doesn't deteriorate into one ugly mess. If the Imp and her kid were trouble enough for just three of us, I'd hate to have to fight five of their kin.
((no problemorino o/))
((haha, I know that feel, bruh. hard when you have to write for schoolwork too...))
"Nah. Kerrigan wanted it that way. Something about striking discomfort in intruders... Besides, it's more comfortable this way, and easier." Every now and then, the Ridgeback turned as though to walk into the wall, only to have a passageway open up into another corridor. Before long, they were in a hallway- or a really big tunnel, whichever way one chose to see it- with an actual opening at its end. A dragon with a great sense of hearing could distinguish at least one voice addressing somebody else in the spacious-seeming room.
Antigone only lazily inclined her head to the right. Kerrigan, along with Leviathan and the Imperial, had just emerged from an opening. The voice of a monotone Fae boomed. "The Queen welcomes you to our humble cluster. You have come for your friends, yes?" As Levi addressed their guests, another pair- Kakkab and the Guardian- emerged from the other end of the rather huge cavern. "Looks like we'd just arrived in time," the Ridgy mused, looking the strangers over, trying to gauge their strengths. Let's hope this doesn't deteriorate into one ugly mess. If the Imp and her kid were trouble enough for just three of us, I'd hate to have to fight five of their kin.
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((3 guesses on the biggest threat in the room XD I'm willing to bet, since you don't know undertale that well, that you get it wrong.))
Cluster and Queen was the two words that stood out to Sans in the fae's sentance. "Oh boy." he muttered under his breath. The last thing he wanted to deal with right now were a hobjob of loyalists. "Yes, in fact. We are, but it appears they have come to us." He added in a voice that could be heard.
Without a word, Undyne moved to stand next to her own leader, Diana close behind. However, when Undyne saw the small limp the guardian sported, she flashed the ridgeback a toothy smile before Sans flicked his tail to get her attention and put her back in line.
Sans quickly scanned the room as his friends came to join him. A mirror, a fae, a bog, and a ridgey. The ridgeback seemed slightly nervous. The mirror seemed mad beyond belief, the bogsneak seemed to not care, and the fae seemed to be the only sensible one in the room. Though, the mirror seemed to walk with an air of athurity, and the fae had some power about him. "Will someone please inform me of what happend that would cause this...hiccup." he said, aiming his comment towards the mirror or the fae(whichever one cared to answer.)
((Update on the dragons seen here. Sans has written lore, if you wanted to glimpse a little into his life.))
((3 guesses on the biggest threat in the room XD I'm willing to bet, since you don't know undertale that well, that you get it wrong.))
Cluster and Queen was the two words that stood out to Sans in the fae's sentance. "Oh boy." he muttered under his breath. The last thing he wanted to deal with right now were a hobjob of loyalists. "Yes, in fact. We are, but it appears they have come to us." He added in a voice that could be heard.
Without a word, Undyne moved to stand next to her own leader, Diana close behind. However, when Undyne saw the small limp the guardian sported, she flashed the ridgeback a toothy smile before Sans flicked his tail to get her attention and put her back in line.
Sans quickly scanned the room as his friends came to join him. A mirror, a fae, a bog, and a ridgey. The ridgeback seemed slightly nervous. The mirror seemed mad beyond belief, the bogsneak seemed to not care, and the fae seemed to be the only sensible one in the room. Though, the mirror seemed to walk with an air of athurity, and the fae had some power about him. "Will someone please inform me of what happend that would cause this...hiccup." he said, aiming his comment towards the mirror or the fae(whichever one cared to answer.)
((Update on the dragons seen here. Sans has written lore, if you wanted to glimpse a little into his life.))
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((I vaguely remember Sans and Papyrus being portrayed as opponents to the PC at some point. Also, Sans has got some interesting history and lore going on, there. The only derg who's got completed lore (so far, anyway) published is Andreia, and it really only touches on personality... I haven't really managed to establish history for each of my dergs ('cept Kakkab and Antigone), either. ;; I try to compensate for the lack of lore in the bios through a (hopefully balanced) mix of show and tell. You can ask me questions about the clan and such, by the way!))
The Ridgeback caught the Imp's eye and grin, more like a thinly veiled threat. Inwardly, he shuddered. Motherly dragons were the absolute worst, really, when it came to their younglings. Not even the tales of the Shade could compare to the wrath of these child-rearing dragons. However, indignation also found its way to the surface, breaking through the puddle of uneasiness he felt. What did the rotten Imp expect him to do? Step aside with grace and allow her kid to pulverize Ignition? Granted, based on his brief chat with the Guardian, they didn't seem to mean any harm and intentionally trespass, but it wasn't like they knew any better. Shoving away the tension he felt as best as he could, he stood between Kerrigan and Antigone. The Bogsneak, ever-quiet, watched the proceedings closely; contrary to the Skydancer's perception of her (of course, not that any of the other dragons really knew) she was rather interested in what was currently taking place. It was rare that the clan entertained actual visitors, anyway.
Naturally, the quickest one to answer was none other than the Matriarch herself. With the barest beginnings of a snarl, and as though it made all the sense in Sornieth, she answered, "They trespassed." Nearly as quick as the Mirror, Levi cut in to clarify before anybody else could answer or retaliate. "It was an erroneous judgment on our part. Members of our clan have been tending to new nests recently, and as such, with less dragons available to protect the lair, we have increased security for the time being."
((I vaguely remember Sans and Papyrus being portrayed as opponents to the PC at some point. Also, Sans has got some interesting history and lore going on, there. The only derg who's got completed lore (so far, anyway) published is Andreia, and it really only touches on personality... I haven't really managed to establish history for each of my dergs ('cept Kakkab and Antigone), either. ;; I try to compensate for the lack of lore in the bios through a (hopefully balanced) mix of show and tell. You can ask me questions about the clan and such, by the way!))
The Ridgeback caught the Imp's eye and grin, more like a thinly veiled threat. Inwardly, he shuddered. Motherly dragons were the absolute worst, really, when it came to their younglings. Not even the tales of the Shade could compare to the wrath of these child-rearing dragons. However, indignation also found its way to the surface, breaking through the puddle of uneasiness he felt. What did the rotten Imp expect him to do? Step aside with grace and allow her kid to pulverize Ignition? Granted, based on his brief chat with the Guardian, they didn't seem to mean any harm and intentionally trespass, but it wasn't like they knew any better. Shoving away the tension he felt as best as he could, he stood between Kerrigan and Antigone. The Bogsneak, ever-quiet, watched the proceedings closely; contrary to the Skydancer's perception of her (of course, not that any of the other dragons really knew) she was rather interested in what was currently taking place. It was rare that the clan entertained actual visitors, anyway.
Naturally, the quickest one to answer was none other than the Matriarch herself. With the barest beginnings of a snarl, and as though it made all the sense in Sornieth, she answered, "They trespassed." Nearly as quick as the Mirror, Levi cut in to clarify before anybody else could answer or retaliate. "It was an erroneous judgment on our part. Members of our clan have been tending to new nests recently, and as such, with less dragons available to protect the lair, we have increased security for the time being."
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((Enemies turned allies. Unless you kill papyrus, then sans hates your guts. But, if you play your cards right, sans becomes your worst nightmare. So, naturally, my sans is the most powerful in the room. At least among my ranks.))
((And i may take you up on that offer as well as return it.))
Sans looked up at undyne, who shrugged. "How was i supposed to know our maps were out of date?" she said in a neutral tone. Tech chuckled to himself and Sans sighed, flattening his wings to his side. "On behalf of my colleagues, i apologize for the intrusion." Sans said. "I probably would've done the same, if i were you. Hopefully no damage was done." Sans stopped, glancing over at the guardian behind him. "Nothing permenant, at least."
((Short pit stop, do undyne and diana still need to be present, or can i cut the load a little. Juggleing more then three characters isn't my forte.))
((Enemies turned allies. Unless you kill papyrus, then sans hates your guts. But, if you play your cards right, sans becomes your worst nightmare. So, naturally, my sans is the most powerful in the room. At least among my ranks.))
((And i may take you up on that offer as well as return it.))
Sans looked up at undyne, who shrugged. "How was i supposed to know our maps were out of date?" she said in a neutral tone. Tech chuckled to himself and Sans sighed, flattening his wings to his side. "On behalf of my colleagues, i apologize for the intrusion." Sans said. "I probably would've done the same, if i were you. Hopefully no damage was done." Sans stopped, glancing over at the guardian behind him. "Nothing permenant, at least."
((Short pit stop, do undyne and diana still need to be present, or can i cut the load a little. Juggleing more then three characters isn't my forte.))
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((Ah, they're free to go, I believe.))
"It's all fair, here, really," Kakkab said. To illustrate his point, he attempted to stretch his wing and made visible his pain. "You're a tough lot, even in a mere pair. Won't be flying for a week, at least." As for Kerrigan, she simply looked the Skydancer straight in the eye, as though trying to gauge his intent. "Are you their leader?"
((rly short reply, since Levi would rather let Kerrigan confirm for herself that they're no threat))
((Ah, they're free to go, I believe.))
"It's all fair, here, really," Kakkab said. To illustrate his point, he attempted to stretch his wing and made visible his pain. "You're a tough lot, even in a mere pair. Won't be flying for a week, at least." As for Kerrigan, she simply looked the Skydancer straight in the eye, as though trying to gauge his intent. "Are you their leader?"
((rly short reply, since Levi would rather let Kerrigan confirm for herself that they're no threat))
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