Lost in the Desert {Open to Everyone}

[Ayvajin]

Evening was rolling in upon the desert. The sun was still high in the sky, but in a matter of several hours night would befall the entire region bringing in cooler temperatures. This would also cause the region to crawl with dangerous creatures such as sandworms, chimeras, and ghouls. No matter what time it was, the desert was full of dangers. The heat during the day was unbearable; the creatures at night were gruesome. Many tried to avoid traveling over the barren lands, but when the need for travel was upon them, people moved as fast as possible in crossing over the desert.

The day had brought on a different kind of danger, one that was not rare upon the desert. A large, violent sandstorm had rolled over the land. The winds and sand had caused dishevel of the terrain. Sand dunes stood where they had not before. It seemed as though the whole area had been rearranged.

Many travelers of the day had lost their way due to this sand storm. Many had lost their belongings, their camels, and even people they had been traveling with. Even the most experienced travelers were completely confused and without direction.

Ayvajin was among the many who had lost their way. The necromancer had been traveling alone upon a camel. When the sandstorm had hit her, she had going in the direction of the small village of Secstial. She had known before the storm had even hit her that this was something major. Most sandstorms out on the desert were quick to pass with very little damage. Most only had to deal with a bit of sand in their eyes and having their hair and belongings ruffled a bit.

This sandstorm, however, had been able to completely throw the necromancer off of her camel. She had lost herself completely for several minutes in the storm, being blown about as if she were a ragdoll. When the storm had finally passed her, she had found herself face down in a sand dune. Her camel was nowhere in sight.

Ayvajin had lost a good chunk of what she had on her being as well. What she was left with after the sandstorm was her sword, a pouch of money that had been securely placed upon her hip, a canteen of water, and the clothes upon her back. Her clothes, however, had taken rather a beaten. They now were dirty; their original color being white. She had a white cape tied around her neck that was now tattered and torn. She was also wearing a very short white dress that was sleeveless. The skirt fell down to her mid thigh, and a brown leather belt had been hooked around her waist to hold what possessions she wanted to put there. Upon the necromancer’s feet were a pair of sandals that laced up her legs and stopped at her knees.

The necromancer had been walking for about an hour it seemed. She had put up her hood of her cape to block out what sun she could. Fatigue was already weighing down on her, but she was quick to push it away. She kept pressing on, desperate to find some sort of sign of civilization.

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Posting Order:

Ayvajin
Ro
Caitlyin
Tyebolt
Robin 'Hood' Locksley
Azazealyn
Amaji
Kuloki von Harnet
Arie
Kuro Boushi
Lila Leigh
Tryxee
Alehkar Garieptol

(Posting order can change. Please, refer back to this post for changes in posting order which includes additions and subtractions from the list above.)

[caitlyin]

Cait sighed, not complaining about the heat or the sun, instead just ducking her head down as they trudged through. Kel was off with some thief doing something, what exactly it was, Cait did not want to know, she had decided. So she was left with Tyebolt and he was unhappy right now and Cait wasn't going to talk to him until he was in a better mood. She really didn't feel like getting snapped at right now.

Then the sandstorm had hit and Cait had immediately clutched the soulstealer, burying her face in his chest as they waited for it to pass, pulling her cloak tight around her body. Once it had passed, they had no idea where they were. She coughed slightly, clearing some of the sand out of her mouth as she brushed off her clothes, looking around confused.

"I think we're lost," she said softly, not quite looking at Tyebolt, instead more staring at his feet, as if she were waiting for him to snap at her.

[Tyebolt]

Tyebolt held Caitlyin close to him for a long moment as he observed their surroundings. They were lost, that was something rather easy to discover. The sandstorm had completely changed their surroundings, and now it was up to the soulstealer to figure out how to get both of them out of this mess.

“Yeah, but don’t worry,” he told the human girl, keeping his voice as patient as possible. “We’ll get out of this. I promise you that.”

The soulstealer took the human’s hand gently in his as he started to lead her in a direction he was unsure of. The heat was doing a number on the soulstealer’s body. He was rather use to the cooler temperatures of the swamplands. Now, he was trapped out in the desert with no sense of direction, and Caitlyin who was relying on him to get the two of them out of there.

[Robin 'Hood' Locksley]

The air was hot, the sun didn't seem to break its curse on the lands, obvously feeling that it was winning over the creatures that dare step in its terrain. One of the creatures just happened to be Robin. The forest elf moved slowly through the sand, half full canteen continuing to hit his leg. His only companion happened to be a long walking stick he liked to use on trips away from the forest. With his magic, he will be able to make it grow or shrink, or, in the case he happens to use quite often, was an umbrella. Sadly, the sun happened to hurt him a lot more than he expected. So his magic slowly started to drain. Luckly, the spell was easily done and took no more enegry than lifting a leg. However, that even seemed to grow a bit more diffiicult.

The only reason Robin came out here was because he needed to explore Yviex. It was his duty as king to understand all, most really, the creatures in Yviex, so here he was, trying hard to understand how the creatures lived in such heats and little shade, if at all. Robin kept his eyes low, head down with his hood up. There have been plenty stories about people running out of water way too early when they traveled through this hell hole of a place. So far, the only creatures he has been able to see was a juvinile sandworm. It didn't do much harm to him, but enough to make him alert. Then came the sand storm.

This, Robin was not expecting. It hit hard, and certainly wasn't fast. Robin had to act quickly, as he looked down at the sand, and then back up to the large moving one. Thinking up a spell, Robin created a dome out of the sand under him to protect himself. He could feel the pressure of the storm hit his sheild with much respected force. The dome was dark, and continuesly filled with noise as wind pounded. Robin severly wanted to make his light, but using more magic at a time like this only increased his chances of not surviving through this. So he waited, and waited.

Finally, when the pounding stopped, and the noise ceased, the sheild came down and so did Robin. He was sweating and tired. It felt like it lasted forever, when in truth, only a few mintues, maybe an hour or so. But the force of it through him off guard. Robin took a quick drink of his fresh clean water and tried to slow his breathing. Only when he could catch his breath, and walk without stumbaling, did he continue walking. Maybe there really is nothing out here but danger.

[Azazealyn]

The drowess was wrapped in a cloak, a deep hood sheilding her eyes and covering her body as she trudged through the desert with the Black Maji. Why she had let him talk her into this, she didn't know but her mood was taking a turn for the worse. When the sandstorm hit, then things went even farther south.

"Ama, why did you decide to go through the desert? Are you trying to kill me?" she asked him, voice a tiny bit irate as she attempted to brush the majority of sand off her clothes. She glared at him with lavender eyes, having adjusted rather quickly to the bright sun of the desert.

Looking around she sighed, propping a hand on her hip. "We are officially lost," she muttered.

[Amaji the Black Maji]

Amaji glanced around as well, taking in their new surroundings, or what appeared to be their new surroundings. Everything had changed around since the sandstorm had rolled over them in a violent rage of wind and sand. His eyes drifted across the terrain, narrowing as if he were glaring at every possible object before them.

“I know that, Aza,” the Black Maji said a bit testy. He was wearing his usual attire which was a mistake. His black cloak was smothering him. Luckily, though, beneath the cloak he wore his bandages, his pants, a pair of boots, and his twin rapiers. He would take the cloak off if needed be.

“Come on, no reason to stand around deciding that we are completely lost.”

[higashi]

"Go forth" A man muttered wandering around the desert. "Explore for the kingdom, search out new places." The man stood tall, he feet sinking into the sand as he stepped. He lifted them high, then reaching down taking the small canteen from his side, taken the final spits of water from it, "Oh wonderful, I'm lost and out of water," He looked to the sky, "Wanna make this any worse." He shouted. His head returning to a level position he felt the wind begin to blow his cape. The breeze felt nice, he reached down unhooking his chest plate, then tossing it next to him, leaving his cape, black shirt and goggles on, he dropped onto his back in the sand. "So hot" He sighed once more

As the breeze grew stronger he sat up, getting a blast of sand to the face, "Ouch" he said softly at first then placing his goggles over his eyes, he looked forward. A wall of sand was quickly approaching, "Well that isn't good." he said reaching for his plate, as he was tossed by the blast.

A few moments later the desert came to a rest. The man was no where to be found, his armor partly sticking from the top of a dune with a portion of white cape next to it.

[arie]

Delvarie hadn't been home to the desert in years. Her search for truth had so far gotten her no where so she decided her best option was to try and start over from the beginning. Or at least what she knew to of her "beginning". This idea led her back to the desert.

For her journey she had brought only the necessities. She had a small traveling back, her long bow, wrapped in it's protective oilskin covering, a quiver of arrows and a canteen. Since she was out in the hot sun she was wearing mostly tan clothing. Her usual attire of blacks and greens would bake her out in the sun's heat.

Pan was riding in his small leather pouch, the one she had made for him, although he was clearly not enjoying his change of environment. Every once in a while he would poke his head out from the pouch to mew at her. "Complaining will get you no where Pan. Deal with the heat." she snapped down at him "not my fault you have fur" her amber eyes searched the horizon.

A rather large cloud of smoke seemed to be forming off in the distance. As she looked closer she realized it was not smoke, it was sand. Sandstorm. Cursing her bad luck she decided the best idea was to try and wait the storm out. Crouching down she grabbed her clock and threw it over her head. Pan poked his head out, curious as to why there was less light than before. "Get back in your pouch, you little furball." she mumbled before pushing him down.

The storm seemed to last forever as she lay covered up under her cloak and when it was finally over, she nearly had to dig her way out of the sand that covered her. As she stood up she scanned her surroundings. The storm had reshaped the whole surface of the desert. Her eyes narrowed as she realized that she no longer at any idea of where she was. There was no point in waiting around though. She started to move forward across the desert, gazing at the at the sun occasionally to try and determine which direction she should head in.

[tryxee]

No one could quite understand why they were out in the desert, dragged out here by the crazy captain who seemed to be making things up as she went along. Perhaps she was a bit insane, but no one dared to question her aloud, which was probably good for them. Tryx was leading her crew out into the desert because of a map she had acquired. It said that treasure was out here and Tryx finally decided it was time to find it! Lately Tryx had been running with her own set of crew, some of the guys were from her last crew she was with. 'Course Tryx had indeed had them help her take over the ship they were on at the time. Poor captain didn't even see it coming until Tryx's sword was rammed through his stomach. Since she had taken over that ship, things seemed to be working out so wonderfully for her as things just fell into place, all these wonders coming to her as if they were suppose to be in her hand. Most of the crew was getting antsy for the next score though, so she decided to bring up the map. This very map brought them to the desert and she brought a handful of her crew along for the ride. First off there was the three men that had been with her since the beginning of her captaining days and then four others. They were all carrying their weapons and supplies for the journey. As for the rest of the crew, they stayed behind with the ship back at the shoreline and Tryx believed they were tasting the finer things of life with the women and men at the city. The sun was high in the sky and they were all prepared for the heat and the sand that kicked up around them. Tryx's hair was pulled back into a tail that dangled along her back within its firery passion while her bangs dangled around her white face. Dark emerald eyes stared out at the blazing desert before her as she gave an idle cough and adjusted her hat. It was a wide bring hat, similar to a civil war hat, it was black and offered shade beneath the brim. Meanwhile she had a white blouse that wrapped around the outside of her shoulders and went across her breasts while a small black vest practically hoisted them up. The vest would give a nice view of cleavage if it wasn't for the gold buckle that rested just over it. From there a shread of cloth wrapped around her nose to hide her mouth and nostrils from the sand kicking up around. Black boots trudged through the sand while her white trousers clung to her body, kept up with a double belt that wrapped around her waist. This belt also held her rapier that tapped against her left side and her two cantens of water.

Following close behind her was her first mate who was half naked at this point and seemingly enjoying the sun upon his orc flesh. "Still ain't gonna sweat for us, deary?" she called back to him just to tease at him as she wiped away some sweat beading upon her forehead. When the storm hit, Tryx instantly bunkered down and got ready for what was coming. Already she could hear the drowning cries of her crew that didn't hunker down or even expect the storm to come in. It was confusion as the storm pushed the sand into everyone's eyes and it seemed to last forever. Screaming over the wind, she tried to find her team, grabbing her first mate's hand instantly as he grabbed the next ones hand. She wasn't sure how many was saved as they pushed through together until it finally died. Removing her hat, she instantly beat it against her legs, removing any sand that was upon it as she pulled down her mask, "Head count, who is still here?" she shouted at her crew. "Lerk," the orc shouted out as if it were second nature followed by two others. Staring around, she noticed the half buried bodies of the rest of her crew. Cursing beneath her breath, she stuck her hat back on top of her head, "We push on, if we don't go home rich, then we failed our fellow crew!" she cheered. The survives roared up as she began to lead them once again, pulling the map out of her pocket to stare at it and she began to realize they were now quite lost. "Lerk, come forward, the rest of ya dogs get what you can from the bodies," she ordered and everyone obeyed.

As Lerk approached her, he spoke up, "What's up boss?" he queried quizically. Showing him the map she responded, "I fear the sandstorm has gotten us off our intended course, think you can find some landmarks to get us back on that course?" she asked him, her green eyes turning to stare at the orc. Even for an orc, Tryx found him rather attractive, a large man with great skills and wonderful abs. No questions needed to be asked why Tryx and he would have sex at night if there was nothing better to do. He was a big man who loved his women and loved his captain even more, which always made the bedlife fun. Either way, another curse ripped from under Tryx's breath as Lerk seemed to be having a hard time seeing much of anything, "Fuck, we'll be lucky if we can find the way out let alone the fucking treasure," she began to curse. Lerk set his large hand upon her shoulder, "We'll find our way out, Cap'n. We always do," he reassured her and she just laughed at him as she patted his large hand with her own smaller hand. "I hope you're right," she stated with a heavy sigh.

Traveling With: 3 NPCs (One is an orc)

[Alehkar Garieptol]

Alehkar had gone on a traveling through the desert skies. High in the air with wings spread across and the wind blowing across his skin. Both his eyes were shut as he soared with the wind lifting his body higher, that was until something started to scratch against his skin. Sky blue eyes burst open before some stung through them. That was when he could see, through the burning feeling and the scratching. It looked like he was headed straight into a wall of sand. The wind whirled around him sending his body out of control. The Daemon attempted to turn and fly in the opposite direction.

Before Alehkar could complete his turn the gust of wind engulfed him, his eyes slammed shut to block out the needle like sand pebbles. His body whirled out of control, wings getting locked to his side as he straight down from the sky. Body knocking through the shade of brown sky before abruptly the ground came up at him. Alehkar pushed his wings open to straddle his fall, wrapping them around him before pain splurged his frame. His body fell flat into the sand below just as the sandstorm disintegrated and he fell only a few meters from Ayvajin. Alehkar layed motionless as he groaned in pain.

His once bleach white wings were spread out and covered into the sand, Alehkar’s body mostly covered in sand. Shaking his head to himself as his body inched up. Kneeling on his hands and knees as he shook the sand out of his hair, his breathing ragged and in rasps as he began coughing and sputtering to wards the ground. What the hell had just happened? Disorientation consumed him as he gagged out on the sand. ”Well..That was a bit unexpected..” Every muscle in his body felt broken, shooting pain as he pushed himself up on his knees, squinting as he tried to focus his sand burnt eyes.

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[Ayvajin]

The necromancer startled as something came from the sky above to land a few meters in front of her. That something soon became recognizable, and after a squint of her eyes Ayvajin was able to tell that it was a daemon who landed in front of her. The necromancer quickly ran forward, making quick time to the one who had fallen and who now appeared to be rather hurt.

“Are you alright?” Ayvajin was saying as she knelt down beside the daemon. Her eyes were surveying him for any open wounds. She brushed off the sand that covered the daemon in quick gestures. With gentle touches, she turned him onto his back despite his injured wings. She knew it would hurt but it was necessary.

“Here, you should drink,” the necromancer said, taking the canteen from her hip. She opened it and pressed it up to the stranger’s lips.

Ayvajin’s eyes scanned their surroundings. If there was two lost travelers, well then, there were probably more. If she found others, this would be a good thing. In order to really help this daemon, she would need help lifting and carrying him. She was in no shape to waste her energy on healing magic.

[Ro]

There was a great explosion of sand and suddenly Ro was hacking up a lung as she rose from the safety of her tiny hooch. Unfortunatly, there was nothing left of the hooch (the harsh winds had blown them away, so she'd had nothing left to hide under except her cloak), and with almost no protection, she had gotten sand in her shorts. Whipping her hood off so she brush the sand from her face and hair, the blonde did her best little 'sand in my pants' dance to shimmy it out.

"Son of a bitch, bastard!" she yelled before immediately regretting it it as she was besieged by another coughing fit. There was sand in her hair, sand in her nose,a nd sand in places she would rather not mention, and now there was sand in her mouth. What she wouldn't give for some damn water now.

After a few minutes of rubbing the sand out of her eyes, Ro finally collapsed backwards onto the dune, glaring up at the now clear, blue sky. She didn't need to look around to know she was lost, without food, water, and a compass. The storm had taken those things along with her hooch. Damn, she was screwed.

[caitlyin]

Cait looked around before tugging on Tye's hand. "There's people over there," she said, pointing in a direction parallel to their own. She squinted her eyes cutely before they widened. "There's a girl and someone who looks like they're hurt," she said, turning back to the soulstealer.

Her instinct was to go over and see if everyone was okay but she knew better, instead looking up at the soulstealer with wide eyes as she hovered close to him, biting her lower lip. Her stuffed rabbit was safely secured away in her pocket, it would not be taken from her at all.

The sun beat down on them and Cait knew that it was bothering the soulstealer and she felt bad about it, even though it wasn't her fault they were out there. Actually, come to think of it, she didn't really even know why they were out there in the first place, she had been with Tye since Kel was with the thief.

[Tyebolt]

Tyebolt nodded his head as the human girl pointed out the people who were several yards away from them. From what he could tell, they had been impacted by the sandstorm as well and needed some sort of help. At this distance, they seemed harmless enough.

“We can go to them,” he said, taking Caitlyin’s hand. He sent her a smile before leading her forward to where the people where. The soulstealer knew that the girl wanted to help. He also knew that if he had not taken the lead or given the okay, they would not have gone to these strangers.

“I know you wish to help, so we shall. Perhaps, they will be able to help us get our bearings.”

[Robin 'Hood' Locksley]

There was no end, but there wasn't a begining either. There just was. The sand seemed to go on forever, and the sun seemed to shine like it banished the moon and the night all together. Oh, how Robin wanted it to be cool. He was also quite parched, but he forced himself only to takes sips of his canteen, now a quarter of he way full. The last thing he wanted was to die of was dehydration. Light feet trudged on the sand, diamond beads of sweat falling from the elf. This will be the last time he would ever go through the desert. But knowing him, he would probably do it again just because it was dangerous. Looking up, Robin saw something in the distance. It was hard to tell, but there definatly was something.

As Robin walked towards the thing, it became more distinct than just a blob o n the horizon. It had legs, and arms and a red hood. Robin smirked as he walked in front her. He extended a hand."Come on Red Riding Hood. You can't stay here." His tone wasn't even faintly pleasent, but as serious as it could be. Using a small spell, the large walking stick Robin carried started to grow ontop, springing leaves and branches. It was a moment of shade for the girl, hopfully bringing life back to her."Would you like some water?" Robin would give her his canteen as soon as he could get her on her feet.

[Azazealyn]

Azazealyn sighed before her eyes picked up several other people milling around. "I think, Ama, that we are not the only ones lost. Perhaps we should join some of the others. Maybe then we can find out if anyone knows where we are," she said, her diplomatic personality coming out as she refrained from snapping at the Black Maji, knowing he was uncomfortable.

She lay a hand on his arm, pointing out what appeared to be a bright red cloak and someone else hovering over them. She pushed her hair off her shoulders and more or less pulled Amaji in the direction of others. She made sure the Black Maji stayed with her as they ascended the newly formed dune and kept her eyes open for any other people.

[Amaji the Black Maji]

Amaji gave a sigh as he followed Azazealyn’s eyes over to the two figures. Relying on surface folk was something he did not enjoy. It was exactly the last thing he would ever want to do, and now he was faced with this circumstance. If it was up to the Black Maji, he would have walked the other direction, but he had the drow with him. She was the one of reason at the moment.

“Fine,” he said with a soft sigh as she dragged him into the direction of the two figures. “I will deal with this torture to make you happy. But I swear, if one of them pisses me off, it’ll be a sword to a gut.”

The mixed elf was only slightly testy. The heat was weighing in on his mind. As they neared the two figures, it became easier to see the details of these two. Amaji let out another sigh, wanting to pull away from Azazealyn. He looked to the drow high priestess as if to say ‘Do we have to?’.

[kuloki]

Dark bags rimmed bright violet hues as a sulking vampire yawned. The bright sunlight irritated his skin and eyes, and he'd forgot to bring cover on his way through the desert. He roared into the air, cursing the sun. Go... fucking... down..., he thought, talking to the sun (though there was something else not down which was beginning to get uncomfortable as it pressed against his trouser leg).

He yawned; like a teenager, he slept during the day and came out at night. However, he was now sleep deprived, and grouchy. He kicked the sand, before his head looked up; he could hear voices... many voices. There were babes, and potential meals, abound. His violet hues flickered golden. There were bitches!

Shaking his head of sleep, he stood up and began to walk towards the voices. If it was night he'd have gone stealthily, but in the desert there was nowhere to hide. He decided to go towards the one in the Red, who was with a forest elf who liked to wear dresses. He remembered, apparently. Or maybe he just looked like the type who would cross-dress.

Smiling, he ran super fast, a cloud of sand following in trail behind the tornado that was...

Speedygonkuloki.

He immediately halted just in front of the girl in red, grinning. "Hello there, you have nice curves!" He blurted out.

Hey, it was still early morning.

[arie]

"I hate sand" The half elf muttered to herself. She had forgotten how wonderful it had been when she first left the desert and lived in a place where sand was not everywhere. The sand storm hadn't helped matter as it had pushed sand through her light tan clothing. She had lost track of time a while ago but continued to head in what she thought was an eastern direction. The sun was nearly at full noon now and so it was impossible to tell what direction she was actually heading in from it's position in the sky.

Squinting in the bright light she held a hand up to shade her eyes. Her keen eyesight used to have no trouble seeing in these harsh conditions. It had been a while though and years spent int he darker forests had caused her to loose her immunity to the bright light of the desert.

Through the hazy horizon she managed to make out a faint sparkle. Curious she headed over towards it. Sandstorms always unearth lots of things in the desert just as the sand also covered things up. As she walked across the sands she had to shut Pan up a couple of times as he poked his head out to look around.

As she got closer she noticed it was metal that was catching the sunlight. Her amber eyes narrowed and she walked closer to it. Pulling her long bow from her back she grabbed the end of it to poke at the metal sticking out with it. She dared not walk to close to it. She remembered stories from people walking too close to submerged things in the sand and where sucked in as the objects shifted.

Feeling her stop moving pan had stuck his head out and was desperately trying to get out of his carrying pouch. "Pan, stop that." she grumbled feeling his tiny claws sink into her thigh. "You're way more trouble than you're worth."

[higashi]

"Air......" Kuro thought to himself as he struggled to breathe buried under the sand. As he opened his mouth to try taking in some air it was quickly filled with sand. Closing it tightly, "Bad Idea...." he sighed in his mind.

His grip tightened on his armor as he felt the last bit of air start to leave his lungs. Feeling a sudden vibration coming thought the armor, he got excited. He wasn't as far from the surface as he had thought. Feeling another vibration he mustered up the last of his strength and forced himself upward, as he felt the sudden warmth of the sunlight hit his face and air rush into his lung "AIR" He shouted as he erupted out.

He then fell face first into the sand, his feet still buried, "OH GOD" he began flailing as he feet remained stuck, "Its trying to eat me!" he said waving his arms. Then seeing the girl in front of him.

He quickly shoot to his feet, "Hello my lady, my name is Kuro, Sargent at arms, Kuro Boushi. You must be my savior." He bowed to her, "For that I am grateful." He then raised up and smiled at her. Coughing some sand up, he pulled his feet up and stepped onto even ground with the girl, "Huh," he looked down at the smaller girl, "My savior is kinda short isn't she?" he thought out loud.