The Rising Age [Begins]

[Mew Master]

Ugdagah Kek Tura
Barbarian Shaman
Chamber Room
“When the land is angered, it lashes out.”
“What happens?”
“Nothing remains.”
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Ug held the egg carefully in his free hand. The raiders and their shadow servants were vanquished, and his axe was placed back into its sheath strapped along his back. A spell of fire's anger and rage had cooled off as the shaman checked on the egg.

There was not a scratch on it. Blood speckled the outer covering, and Ug feared the mother may not take the egg back. He had never known the mother to reject her offspring, but then again, they had never seen her so enraged when the egg was taken.

Something was wrong though. It wasn't the egg, it was fine. A feeling, like a deep darkness slinking away from the light, slowly working its way as the light fades. He couldn't sense the feeling exactly. His ties were to the elements, their emotions and feelings ran through him, a power that he understood on a fundamental level.

The other people standing around inside the chamber didn't pay him any mind. They were more content to talk amongst themselves, and he was fine with that. He cradled the egg between his arm and his chest. Keeping it warm and safe as he walked outside of the bloodstained chamber.

He was given a wide birth, as his frame dwarfed everyone else. Ugdagah wasn't paying attention to the smaller folk. They were small, weak, and scared. Like rats they would scatter at the presence of a larger predator looming over them.

Soul brother, he felt the voice as much as he heard it in his mind. Have you saved the little one? It was Erak, his dragon-mate.

Your brood brother is safe, I am returning with the egg. Prepare to return...

Ug stopped in his thought and step. He heard the elements. Earth was cowering, shrinking away like a scared child. Air was standing still, afraid. Even fire's rage was gone, replaced with a feeling the shaman had never felt the element express. Fear.

Soul brother... Erak continued. There was worry in his voice as well.

A smaller human shouted, and even Ug looked up, clutching the egg tigher. Something was coming through the calm sky, roaring down upon the city like an omen. It started to shake, before breaking into several parts. Every single one heading for the city.

“ERAK!” Ug bellowed as he ran to a clear area for his dragon brother to land. The crimson scaled beast was there in seconds, landing and using his wings for balance. Ug ran to Erak, placing the egg in the dragon's smaller fore-limbs which clutched the air greedily before he placed the egg firmly in his claws. “Be fast. Fly home. Return your brood brother.”

What of you? I will not leave you to die. the dragon protested.

“Fool! Save your brother. You cannot carry us both. I have survived the Trials of the Mountain, I will survive this. Return.”

Don't die.

Ug took the head of Erak and gave him a light headbutt. A sign of affection the two shared. Rearing back, the dragon spread his wings before a mighty flap started to lift him up and away. The barbarian watched his dragon-mate for a few seconds before he started running.

People were panicking as they saw the flying shape break up and loom faster to Sith. Small pieces started to crash into the city, one obliterating a stand. Leaving nothing but a crater and smoke. Larger pieces tore through buildings as easily as Ug could breathe. The city was turning into one of death and destruction while hell rained down.

Earth was screaming in pain and fear, crawling back and leaving the ground bare. Ug couldn't focus the elements, they were afraid. So afraid that their cries mixed in with the panicked crowd in a chorus of pain, death, loss, and horror.

Screeching, the pieces falling from the heavens came in with a sharp, shril sound, before crashing into the ground, a structure, or someone. Each time ending in a zip-POP, Whooo-BOOM, or a Shiiiu ending in a death cry.

Larger pieces were starting to fall around Ug as he made his way through the crowd and the abandoned market place. Something slammed into the ledge above, causing rocks and fire to rain down behind him. Through the chaos, the confusion, the death, Ug had his destination. His mind was set on getting out of the city and to the trees. However the forest's edge was still far away.

A sound, a warning, something urged Ug to glance up as a large rock fell where he was going to run. Quickly he dug his heels into the ground, slowing his momentum seconds before the rock hit. The barbarian was knocked back from a powerful shock wave as the heat and energy threatened to flay his skin. He pushed himself up, black smoke rising from the crater as dirt fell from being knocked up into the sky. That way was no longer safe, while more rocks were falling from the sky.

Quickly Ug glanced around, and noticed a small group of people running off in another direction. He didn't know where they were running to, but they were running none the less on another path. Ug started running, his feet stomping into the ground as he threw himself forward, taking in large breaths of air as he ran forward.

He recognized some of the people in the group, the knight from the battle in the chamber room. He stabbed the raider that had tried to attack Ug. Another that had fought the shadow creature. Along with a young woman dressed in white robes and a female umbra. Ug caught up with them as carts and buildings exploded around them from the impacts.

“Where do you run?!” Ug shouted above the sounds of death and destruction. Speaking the common language was difficult, and translation was not any of Ug's specialties.

“Ahead. A plateau. Safety be there.” the umbra replied in their unusual fashion.

Ug looked ahead, and saw that the path was being blocked by a combination of fleeing people and turned over carts.

“Follow!” Ug ran faster, ahead of the group, getting in front and readying his arms. People were knocked or swatted out of the way as he rammed into the blockade, and bursting through the other side, clearing the way. He staggered a few steps before regaining his traction and continuing to run in front of this new group, knocking any obstruction out of the way or smashing through it.

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I was so tempted to have Leeryl talk with a Pirate Accent.

“Arrg. There safety be. Arr, a pirate's life for me.”

XD Just a silly thought.

[Crystal Tears]

Cicily
Sith was a damned citadel, ancient lore and secrets to be lost forever.

Cicily had never ran so fast in her life, her feet carrying her and her mind barely acknowledging that they indeed had a plan. The plateau was their only means of escape, but the world around her was so rapidly changing. The massive man had joined their jaunt, through the alleys and across the stream of people. Cicily tumbled, letting out a yelp as she did.

She looked over, eyes wide and body numb as something smashed into the cobblestone square of the old city. There was a blast of air, and suddenly dust and debris rushed around her. Her body trembled, and the ground just seemed to endlessly shake. The lumar was twisting, it was rare she felt such a strong sensation, but everything was overwhelmed with fear. Her ears lowered a tad and pressed flat against the side of her head as she stumbled back.

Had she been that out of reality? Sith was falling, pieces of rock, both small and massive were crashing into everything and everyone.

‘Daggoth help us…’ Cicily thought, as her eyes looked up at the sky. ‘Clear as ever, if he can see us, why not stop it?’

“Cicily!”

She turned, spotting her guardian rushing towards her. His eyes were transfixed above her, and despite knowing what was there, she had to look.
The woman’s eyes fell upon a boulder, smoking and enchanted with flame it zoomed right for her. Her feet refused to move though, something told her to stay. Death’s embrace surely couldn’t be that bad, not as bad as what was to come. The world was going to fall to darkness anyways; nothing anyone had could combat this.

‘No!’ Cicily cried, forcing the thoughts from her mind.

She moved, racing through the crowd to William who sent them both to the ground. The rock missed them, barely. Slamming into the building before them and sending pieces of stone everywhere. Ug grunted, deflecting the majority of pieces with ease.

“What were you doing?” William cried over the screaming, though Cicily barely managed to hear him.

“I-I don’t know!” She shouted back, scrambling to the feet so the group could continue. “I couldn’t move!”

“Cicily is not the only one suffering from that affliction…” Leeryl noted as they stood in the shadow cast alley way. “Look.”

She gestured to whole groups of people, stopping in their tracks. All were doing the same, turning and facing the incoming boulders and chunks of falling tower. Staring up in silence, a few managed to break away from whatever was enchanting them, but most…

Most were gone in a blink of an eye.

“You will never make it to the plateau, be wary, the lumar is twisting and being used against the people. This is one time you must be selfish, preserve your own skin and keep your thoughts on survival.”

She couldn’t argue, but if not to the plateau, where in the world were they to run?

“Run into the crowd, I will find you.”

“We need to go.” Cicily urged them. “Aiday will find us; just keep your mind on running.”

“We are quite capable of this little human, but are you? You were the one to stop and gaze.”

“Less talking.” Ug growled, glaring up at the sky and snorting. “We run now.”

“Aye, I’m with the big guy. We run, now.” Spoke the mercenary in a gruff tone.

They were off again, out into the dizzying chaos. Cicily kept her eyes to the ground, though she could see the boots of some people stop and turn. The magic required to taint the Lumar was unimaginable. She wasn’t aware of any text even admitting that Daggoth could do such a thing, it was a system a part of the divine Majesty. It was something which was supposed to be pure and judged by the people around.

Unless all these people were powerful, evil mages, the Lumar should be pure.

But it wasn’t.

It was then, the crowd of people parted and ran in every direction possible. Cicily stopped, skidding to a halt just behind the barbarian, who was even taking a step back. He let out some sort of warcry, but he too added to the fear around them as he grabbed both his waraxes. The petite half-elf didn’t want to look, but she felt compelled, she cautiously peered around the massive man as William, Morea and Leeryl caught up to them.

“Oh… Dear Majesty…” Cicily trembled as it rose up.

Pieces of rock and rubble zoomed towards the crater, crashing into each other and forming into a gigantic, ten foot beast. All along the enchanted rocks and debris bright turquoise lines began to glow and pulse with power. Its eyes were mere slits, and as it let out a deep, demonic shriek, black, twisted roots burst out of its hands to form fingers.

“What is that?” Morea questioned, gawking at the beast as it took notice of Ug.

“That would be the result of ancient elemental lore focused into falling meteor debris…” Leeryl chimed, proudly, but guardedly. “Also known as a golem.”

“Golems are earthen beasts, loyal to the lands.” William shot, readying himself. “Something about that thing is… Wrong.”

“It lacks the wisdom and fury of Earth, it has no clan, no element, no honour…” Ugdagah stood as tall as he could. “Dark rock not allowed to survive!”

“Listen Ugga-ugga, that thing ain’t something you want to charge at-AHHHH”

Cicily’s eyes widen as he charged, knocking the mercenary out of the way. “Wait!”

The monster almost seemed to laugh as it easily blocked the barbarian’s rash attack and sent him head over heels backwards from a single, powerful blow. Ug groaned, shakily getting to his feet as the creature looked around, taking in the destruction and admiring the death.

“Ugdagah will destroy it!”

Cicily stepped in his way. “There’s no honour is a pointless death! You cannot defeat it; you’ll be throwing your life away!”

He faltered, staring at the elf with narrowed eyes. She spoke the truth; she just hoped to the Gods he was willing to hear it.

“Look out!”

The fiend charged, Cicily gulped. Ug was still recovering; there was nothing she could do really. Her magic wasn’t nearly powerful enough to deal with a golem, tainted or not. Bravely she stood her ground, even as it shook with every step the beast took. Her hands glowed, as did her eyes and she through one of the most useless and pointless spells in existence at the golem.

The light was nearly as bright as the sun; it broke through the chaos without much of a challenge. People glanced over, or covered their eyes from the shine. The golem roared, skidded to a stop as suddenly the world was nothing but pure light.

“Found you!”

Two dragons swooped in, followed by a rather gruff looking bird. The first was Aiday, who sent herself crashing into the golem. The beast tumbled as the dragon let out a shrill cry the abyss raven mimicked, clawing at its eyes as a the second dragon crane it’s neck before lurching it’s head forward. A splash of acid coated the struggling golem, causing steam and smoke to rise.

“Sisukae now is not the time to admire the power of mythical creatures, mount me so we can flee this ash ridden place.” Aiday’s voice always managed to cut through the chaos, no matter what it was. “Where is your foolish knight?”

“Casland!” Cicily shouted, calling his attention from the scene. He rushed up the small leather and rope ladder on the side of Aiday before sitting just behind the priestess. Johann made himself known as he leapt onto the raven with a happy ‘yay-violence’ cry. Morea mounted the foul wyrm, who shot Aiday a look the wyvern was happy to return.

Morea and Johann had already taken off when Cicily realized Leeyrl and Ugdagah had no mount. She frowned.

“Don’t even think of inviting them along, one is a barbarian and the other is a damned shadowcrawler-“

“Get on!”

“Sisukae, you make it terribly difficult to hang around with the company you choose. Lady Selene would not approve of these people at all.”

They took off, the wyvern having to take a run at it due to the extra weight of Ug. Never the less they were in the air, pulling up higher and higher, away from the ground and the golems. Aiday frowned, letting out what must’ve been a growl. Everyone understood, holding onto whatever they could as suddenly she went to weaving. Side to side as pieces of rock and falling star shot by her.

The Umbra’s grip must’ve faltered at some point, because there was suddenly a stream of strange growling and cursing before Cicily spotted the nimble woman falling back down towards the ground.

“Pity.”

‘Aiday…’

“Oh fine…”

The wyvern did a loop, sending them into a quickening dive for the Umbra.

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TAG: … Everyone. XD

Sorry for the crapass post, lacking inspiration.