by maverixk » Mon Oct 08, 2012 4:43 am
So, I saw REDBULL's chapters and thought I'd go off of his for a little tangent just cause. Enjoy.
"I am so out of my element." Fenix kicked at the sand.
Vod'cabur laughed, "Hey, you agreed to be cheerful for the nobles and kings." Vod'cabur shoved Fenix playfully.
"Oh yeah, I'm all smiles. Quite peachy, see." He made a half smile that was quickly cut off by a cough.
The two were an unlikely pair; Fenix was dressed for battle in the desert, save the color of it all, which varied from deep blue to white, with a pauldron adorning his left shoulder, a sleeveless shirt underneath some body armor, and cloth wrapped around his legs and forearms. Vod'cabur Werlarra, on the other hand, wasn't even fully...alive one could say. Vod'cabur was a spirit imbued to an automaton, a robot with a slightly beetle like sand gold body and appearance.
Fenix pulled out his crossbow and checked it almost unconsciously, "As long as there aren't any spiders around, I'm fine. I could use a break from those things." He shuddered and put his crossbow on his back with his quiver of arrows. "Vod, why are we here again?"
"To protect the important people, remember?" His green eyes widened in mock excitement. "Didn't you hear? The dwarf king and Hammerhold's own glorious leader are meeting, and we're the lowly security guards!" Squatting down and looking around dramatically, he continued, "We are the first and only line of defense against the forces of chaos and destruction." He stood up straight, putting his hand over his chest, "It is up to us to preserve this mighty land and to protect all those who call it home, lest the ever-prevalent darkness prevail."
Fenix's face was cold as ice, "Very patriotic, they should have you do the courtyard speeches." He looked around impatiently.
Vod'cabur waved him off, "Nah, I'm too handsome for that. All those lady spirits and automatons would swoon and we'd have a riot on our hands." This got Fenix to smile.
"Have you ever met a lady spirit or automaton? Actually, have you ever met any spirit or automaton, regardless of gender?" The pair walked to the edge of their watchtower, scanning the horizon for danger. Vod'cabur seemed visibly shaken over the last comment. Consoling, Fenix put his hand on his friend's shoulder, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
Vod'cabur shrugged him off and turned to face him, leaning on the half wall that ringed the tower. "It's all right, I shouldn't have brought it up." A few moments passed in silence. Then, Vod'cabur gestured towards the ladder in the center of the tower that led down to the main level. "Well, technically, we're not on duty until the talks start, so until then, how about we go down to my place and you can bore me with tales of your travels in the icy north."
Chuckling, the other replied, "You know, I used to live around here, too." He gazed off into the distance as if recalling a memory, "That is, in another life...anyway, yeah, I'd love to bore you with my tales." Without further ado, but with much laughter, the pair descended and strolled across the city, getting many odd glances, until they reached Vod'cabur's residence.
The sun was down, and even though Fenix was not affected by heat nor cold he was feeling more at ease. At ease, that is, with the environment. "Tell me again why they assigned us to guard to Dwarven camp?"
Vod'cabur shrugged, "They spun me some line about it being the most important post of the evening save the actual meeting table." Fenix shuddered at the unintentional spider reference. "Sorry, forgot." Fenix waved him off. As they crossed the open desert, Fenix had them halt for a moment, as he thought he had seen to shapes moving across the desert. However, he quickly dismissed it as a trick of the light.
The Dwarven camp had a small, hastily made trench surrounding it, with an occasional wooden tower that seemed as if it could collapse at any moment overlooking the perimeter. The pair of them had been assigned a post on the east side of camp, Fenix in a tower and Vod'cabur in the trench. Vod'cabur particularly enjoyed his position, as he engaged in arm wrestling matches with several dwarves who cajoled and cheered on their fellow dwarf. Fenix leaned against the edge of the tower; he gazed at the horizon philosophically, a part of him glad for the return to solitude. His element.
Fenix set about making small contraptions from ice. Nothing spectacular, a small catapult, a miniature ladder. And then, he stumbled upon a telescopic device. He had been working on one, but had trouble with the lenses. Now, by complete and total accident he had found it.
His first target was Vod'cabur. With his enhanced vision he could now see small grains of sand in his joints. Next, he swept his view across the horizon. Fenix went...well, pale, even for him. He had not seen these since he had dwelt in the depths of the desert so long ago.
These things were some of the most ruthless, cruel, and wicked beings Fenix had eve had the displeasure to meet, and he had spent years in the icy north, babysitting the spider queens. Appearing over the dunes of the horizon were vile creatures of death: Anubi. Many Anubi that were found in the desert were scavengers, and the occasional small pack; this was a small army, easily enough to bury the Dwarven encampment. At least, without himself and Vod'cabur there to warn and help them.
It would be a difficult battle, but if Nike somehow saw fit to smile upon them, it would be a good battle. Fenix was about to call out to Vod'cabur, but decided against it; for some reason he felt as if he needed to deal with them himself, a sort of vengeance, he guessed. He slipped down from the scraggly watch tower and slinked into the dunes, snarling at the oncoming monsters, "To think I once called you brothers..."
dun dun DUUUUNNNN
Frankly, I felt inspired, REDBULL. I don't know what your plans were, but hopefully I didn't mess them up. If so you can ignore this, obviously.
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maverixk on Tue Oct 23, 2012 12:08 am, edited 1 time in total.
Kandosii sa kar'ta, Vode an. Mand'alore a'den mhi, Vode an. Bal kote, darasuum kote, Jorso'ran kando a tome. Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an.