Dragomir RPG Soulriders Original Arc

[Asrana]

Asrana returned Mike's look with one of cold fire before letting the energy dissapate from her eyes. Turning towards Jon a little, she shook her head, "No, if he ends up in the hands of our enemy, we can deal with him."

Her parents continued wandering, beginning to whisper in their own language as they paced, a haze of magic settling onto the ruins for anyone that could sense it.

[Ginnezumusha]

Nabiki listened impassionately as Kei threw a little tantrum, and walked off.  All the same, staying or leaving didn't matter.  It was the ends that were important, not the means.

[DP]

"Oh well.  Maybe we'll meet again some day, under better circumstances." Like without supervision from overly kind employers.

"So, who's up for a game of stone the loser?"

[Asrana]

Asrana sighed, beginning to wander away from the group and her guards.

She needed time to think.

OOC: I'm leaving it open for everyone to interact while Dracol catches up

[CyMage]

Turning towards Nabiki, Calen raised an eyebrow.  "Well.  That was interesting."

[Ginnezumusha]

"A bit... though we did 'trim the fat' from the group, so to speak..."

[CyMage]

"But will it do any good is a question one might ask."

[Ginnezumusha]

Nabiki scoffs.

"With Kei?  Probably."

[Asrana]

OOC: The original arc is reactivated!

REPENT! THE END IS NIGH! ^^;;

IC: As Nabiki and Calen conversed, a faint silver glow began to emit from the path Seraya and Folkan were following, growing until the chaotic web of arcane designs and symbols were apparent to everyone that looked.

Exiting the veritable maze of energy, Folkan signaled Asrana to rejoin them. Behind the monarchs, the silver mana began to glow and rise like a tide, the edges lapping at the air above them. The rising energy swelled as it reached the height of the surrounding tree tops, blossoming into a swirling mass of pure energy.

"If you haven't gone between planes before, you just step in one side and out the other." Folkan instructed.

The guards had formed up into three packs of three, one of the groups steadily walking into the swirling mass as a vanguard. Asrana stepped up next, but waited for her bodyguards to join her.

OOC: Two days to post before I NPC your char, and two days after that to get a message to me or post before the character is lost to the warps of interplanar travel.

[Merc]

Kaye headed towards Asrana as she moved towards the glowing and swirling energy, watching as three of their companions walked through.

"So...we just walk through, nothing fancy," he muttered under his breath, as he likewise waited for the others to gather near him and Asrana, so they could all walk in together with their charge.

"How many people can walk in at a time? Only three?" he asked of Asrana as they waited.

[Asrana]

"No, they fight best in groups of three, and whenever going through a gate, we have to send  a forward group." she answered, smiling slightly.

Shifting her weight nervously, she elaborated. "As many as can fit into the entrance can come through at once, which is around a dozen if we went through on different sides of the gate."

[CyMage]

Calen drew his cloak around him.  "So we are on the move again.  Good.  This day has felt too long for some reason.  If you will excuse me."

Calen gave a small bow to Nabiki and grabed his equipment before heading for the portal.  Nodding to Kaye and Asrana he walked forward.  "I shall see you on the other side."

[Ginnezumusha]

Nabiki sighed, and shouldered her equipment before giving a glance back at the tavern, and what was her old world.

She'll be back.  Definitly.

Turning back to the portal, she walked through.

[Merc]

"Well, two of my companions have gone through, we might as well follow. The others can follow with the rest of your parent's group, in the meantime, why not give us a quick show around of your home while we wait for everybody to come through?" Kaye asked as he moved towards the portal.

[Asrana]

Asrana nodded, stepping up with Kaye and into the swirling energies.

Stepping out the other side of the gate, they were in a circular room. Terraces, about three feet wide each and a foot high, ascende ten feet to a walkway along the edge of the room. Looking further up were elaborate metal grill work, and the faint shadows of archers behind them. There were four doors at the top of the terraces, one in front of where the group stood, on behind, and one to each side. The doors were large and made of a dark wood, bound in black metal. Above them, glowing yellow orbs provided light, the soft luminescence barely reflecting on the black marble walls and floor. The three guards were directly ahead of them, at the top of the terraces and waiting.

Asrana's boots clicked on the floor resoundingly as she set foot in her home. "Hmm...same gate room as always..." she murmured, looking about for her companions.