C A L A D O R N
Despite the cold entrance and unwelcoming manner of the place, there was no denying the beauty in the halls of this place. Whoever had once lived here, had clearly been of power and wealth, and Caladorn couldn't quite even begin to grasp how someone could live in such a lap of luxury. He'd spend his entire life on the road, traveling from place to place, or finding home among the woods and forests of Sornieth. Such grandeur to him, and to be abandoned in such a state? What had happened here?
He'd look through the banquet hall with everyone else, eyeing off the wood and the fine silver and the pottery, all in shambles, all a mess. Whatever lived here now, did not seem to care for the idea of keeping anything clean, not unless it was the mirrored surfaces around them, which did not bring him anything comfort. They where being
watched, of
course they where being watched, it was just another waiting game for finding out exactly who it was.
He'd collect a few silver plates, a few mirror shards, and make sure to keep them wrapped and covered before moving on quickly.
There is little in the dinner hall as there is little in the library, and he doesn't bother going through much of it, sighing to find that most of the books are nothing more then tattered, unreadable messes. The sound of the floor cracking was enough to make Caladorn stumble back, ears twitching in a bit of panic as he watched the ground and then the others around her.
There's no horror to describe the feeling of truly, having something behind you, of knowing your truly being watched. His eyes would widen with terror as he'd glance down at the glass, his form once there, and not gone the next. A horrid shuddering as he felt that breathing behind him. He was not one to show fear easy, but it you see the glint in his old eyes. A hint of terror.
He was not a fast man, but he'd admit he put least a little bit of effort into taking off with the others, trailing after them. He did not want to turn to see what had been after them, he was not taking Amaranth's words for granted.
Yet as the doors slammed close before them he can do nothing but hiss, his breathing heavy, but he would force himself to try and gain his composure. Claws scrapping giantess the cold stone floor, as he turned around, to see what could stand before him.
He could only pray to the Windsinger fate would be kind to them, as he held into his staff.
K A L I
Kali rolls her eyes as she searches through the upper floors with everything else. Nothing, once again, perhaps the muddled journal in the maid's bedchambers could of been use to Caladorn, but with how messy all of it was. It had become nothing but wasted potential.
There was glass, glass everywhere as far as her eyes could take her, and she hated all that she could see. She would smash her tail against anything mirror or shiny object seemed to well-kept for her liking, but even she doubted if it would stop anything in the end. She would simply mutter to herself, keeping her blunted sword close to her, the sound of her chains rattling with her. She'd snap her head at the sound of glass cracking, but take note of Inghinn's comment, and merely huff as they'd go on.
At least whatever nests in this place seems to care enough to keep the master bedroom clean, far more polish and up-kept compared to the other rooms. Suspicious of course, and all the more likely to prove that something was here, it just finding where it was,
right now.
Of course, the irony would only take shape until Kali had figured that something felt horribly wrong when it was already far two late. She would growl as she peered deep into the horror, eyes narrowing, her entire body rattling with anger, and then she fell it. Something,
something behind, her.
She wanted to take the blade upon her back and try and plunge it through the neck of whatever stood behind her, but she new it would be foolish, and with Inghinn's word, she would go.
She would find herself in the company of the others again as they came stumbling into the same room with her group, and by the time they'd reach the doors. It was already two late. Least for now, they where in a much bigger group, and in turn stood a much bigger chance of whatever they would deal with now.
She would stand her ground, wings flaring as she'd turn with a snarl, pulling the sword from it's hilt, holding it in her sharp teeth, and release an almost inhuman growl as she glared before whatever it was.
Perhaps the false starry sky above them all would be a truly wonderful sight if not for the horrid, dreaded situation before them. And yet all anyone could do was stop and stare as from the shimmering mirrors, of broken glass and shattered light, came the beast. A hound, large, towering, looming, a sight to behold, a sight of terror.
And then it
speaks.
Unlike the last beast they have dealt with, this one spoke, loud and clear. She still a monster of course, with sharp teeth and unforgiving claws, but she had a voice, a sentient to her. And yet neither Kali nor Caladorn could not help but stare, in almost disbelief as the monster mentioned Father Herald. And Caladorn couldn't but step forward as he continued to here hear go on.
The hound gives them a deal, a simple deal. Defeat her and her hoard, and they could walk away as free as they came in before hand. Kali would hiss, her tail almost moving back and fourth like a threatened rattlesnake. Maybe this creature saw her and everyone else as nothing more then things to toy, but all Kali saw, was prey, and she would be predator, as her eyes begin to glow. The smell of rot, of toxins, of bubbling iron that seemed to spill from her skin. her own blood, and she would prepare for a fight.
"Then go ahead, show me your pack of beasts, hound, I will tear them apart, tooth and claw like I have everything else around me." She promises the thing in front of her, and one can smell, the deadly chemicals that reek from her.
The druid had done nothing but stare, his features, not fearful, yet not calm, merely confused, almost, stupidly, foolishly curious.
And he'd approach the creature, weapon not raised, body in not movement of feeling threatened he'd merely stared, before he'd speak up.
" ... You know Father ...." He'd begin, looking at her, with almost sad, soft eyes.
" ... You know Father Herald don't you?" He'd ask.
" ... What did he do? What does he know? What is his connection to all of? What- how did you end up like this?" Is all he can give the white hound, and he would prepare to fight if he had to know.
But he needed answers first,
he least needed to try.
{Number 3, for Kali, she chooses Tails.}
{Number 7 for Caladorn, he chooses Heads!}
