+- Hot Pursuit -+ (cont. from Caverns)

Post by **Windra** » Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:50 am

There was a conversation going on between the Grim and the pirate. Sho was able to catch snippets here and there. Though it didn't help much. There was the mention of the 'other two', but that ... well, she had no clue. However, when the words about 'the death of this world being premature' came out, she shuddered. Premature deaths usually meant Rogues. 
 
The thought of this world being overrun with Rogue Gravelings was unnerving. 
 
All the Woods need are some soul-sapping pests ... 
 
That was, if the Woods were still around. 
 
Windra flapped wildly, swirling here and there above them, making little impatient noises. Eyes were still swirling with menace, the need to protect. Terry stretched out a limb and pointed. 
 
"Rast?" 
 
Windra looked confused. Ashowan shrugged and dug into her pockets, scouting for and finding the blank post-it. Except it was no longer blank ... there was writing scrawled across it. A name, a very familiar name, and the reaper quirked a brow at the irony. She tossed a look to the chattering skeleton and 'Yo-Ho' (Sho was never lacking nicknames), wondering who wrote out the name. 
 
One more mystery left unsolved. 
 
Some things just can't be explained, I guess. 
 
+Little time left. We need to go now.+ The dragon above wheeled and turned. 
 
It was then that Juno whistled. Up flew the ship. The scene of something like the Nightmare rising - completely unmanned, mind you - was enough to get them all gaping. 
 
"Rhoooo!" 
 
"Whoa." Some childish part of Sho's mind added, How cool? 
 
Windra snorted, awed but not forgetting the war. The dragon dove towards the ship, her body dissipating upon contact and forming on the other side, where she turned, hovered, and waited. Terry crossed its arms. 
 
"Rowoff." 
 
Ashowan chuckled and started, uncertainly, forward ... in the process kicking aside the gemstone, which lay forgotten on the ground. Oops. It landed again with a sharp ching! 
 
+The gem!+ 
 
"Ah, right." Show bent down and picked it up, looking at it and eventually pocketing it. Tell me the story on that later, kay? 
 
+Of course. You need to hear it if you wish to understand.+ 
 
Juno called from the ship, asking them if they were coming or not? They had a future to save. Ashow tugged at her headband in the way somebody tips a hat, grinning, "Of course." 
 
Terry leapt off her head and scuttled past them, vanishing halfway only to appear on one of the poles. Ashow followed, while Windra grunted impatiently ... turning long-dead hazel orbs to the world beneath them. You could see just about everything from up here. 
 
+I can see Ebb in the Meadows. And Gaeven? Lilioukani! There are ... armies approaching them?+ Squinted eyes. +Bal .. raa?+ 
 
"What are the Balraa?" 
 
By now, Ashow'd gone to the side to see just what Windra was ranting about. The Meadows were filled with all sorts of being, large and small ... A white film, what Sho guessed was mist, swirled on the ground, and from it ... creatures. Almost knightly. And those knights were closing in on the group of Meadow refugees. 
 
+Creatures that are a hybrid of wolf ... But they were killed, in the last battle.+ The dragon's neck swiveled. +And the Fields .. + 
 
Sho glanced there, too. The storm that covered the fields of the dead flashed, as though something bright were burning beneath it. Massive, massive wings snapped into view, through the clouds, along with part of what looked like a halo. There was a flash to the west - a beam of light shot up from the Meadow, piercing the dawn sky. 
 
Windra rumbled nervously. +I do not like this.+ 
 
"You and me both, pal." 
 
Terry screeched, rubbing hands together like a maniac about to see his master plan go down. Psychos looked calmer than Terry. With a laugh .. a gravelly sound ... it disappeared. 
 
With a staff in one and a post-it in the other, Ashowan clapped her hands together. "Right!" Deep breath. "So where to?"

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<div style="text-align:center">It's you and me against the world. 
We attack at dawn.</div> Edited by: <A HREF=http://p082.ezboard.com/bunicornsvision ... >Windra</A> at: 3/23/06 22:26

Post by **JunoZXV** » Sat Apr 01, 2006 6:52 am

"Where do you think?" Juno replied with a smile. "The giant horror." 
 
The ship looked different from its repairs... more... technical in a wooden sort of way. He walked up onto the steering deck and instead of a wheel and compass like earlier, there was a wooden keyboard and hollowed windows that riminded one of a woody verson of a spaceship. He punched a few buttons on an oaken panel and pushed a few levers. 
 
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOUR DOING? 
 
"Nope, but with all these buttons and knobs... Hey here's the start button." 
 
He pressed a red painted knothole and the ship lurched forward crashing into the nearby mountian. 
 
"Whoops, had the silly thing in reverse." 
 
The ship reved forward towards the Lost Fields. The engines roaring and the entire thing kicking up speed. 
 
"Estimated arrival, 5 seconds." 
 
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, WE ARN'T GOING THAT FAST. 
 
"That's becasue I haven't hit the Nitros yet." 
 
He looked at the graveling. 
 
"Terry, hit the button when your ready."

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Post by **Windra** » Sat Apr 01, 2006 6:03 pm

The big horror, huh? Ashowan quirked a brow. 
 
Well, worst case scenario we end up on the wrong side of a massive talon ... 
 
Okay, so that wasn't the worst that could happen. 
 
"Spiffy." 
 
Windra's wings unfurled, swept up, pummeled downwards, repeated in order to keep her ghostly form in the air. One sinewy neck turned to face them, waiting impatiently. The look on her face was that of a mother disapproving of a child's actions. Show stuffed the post-it for a future ETD in her pocket, wrapped the staff in the dragon tail. 
 
A couple of button-jabs and an 'ignition' button later, they were off ... into a mountain. 'Sho stumbled a bit, held onto the railing. Juno's comment about the ship being in reverse earned an eyeroll and an amused smirk. 
 
+Nice driving, but the Fields are that way,+ quipped Windra from above. +And ... ah ...+ 
 
There was uneasiness in the dragon's tone. 'Sho looked to the Fields again. The cloud cover that obscurred their vision of the place before had shifted ... cleared a circle in the center, and they could all see black spires with hooked tips jabbing from the ground, towering over the trees. And black blurs that were flocks of flying beasts, attacking and being attacked. In the center of it ... 
 
+It looks like Ebb!+ 
 
... was the huge horror. "Hello ugly," Ashowan murmured. "This really beats Y2K." 
 
Oh man we're gonna die ... again! 
 
In the Meadow ... creatures in red emerged from the mists, from the woods, and were swarming in on the forest-defenders. Lovely. 
 
Terry reappeared from nowhere, flicking some crimson flecks (obviously blood. A graveling's gotta do what a graveling's gotta do) from itself in annoyance. It grinned ferally, looked to Show and flashed a 'rock on' hand gesture, then raspberried them all. 
 
Windra's wings beat steadily, slowly following the new pace of the ship. And then she was off, heading to the Fields. 
 
+I will meet you all there. I must see!+ 
 
The dragon pulled away to the distance, swooping to canopy-level and phasing through the branches. 
 
Sho and Terry heard the mention of five seconds ... and nitro? Shweee ... Nitro = very very very fast. The reaper held onto the banister, Terry simply guffawed. But the graveling looked puzzled when Juno spoke to it. Show sighed and made a spinning motion with her hand. Still confused. 
 
"Behind you, Einstein." 
 
"Rhaaw?" 
 
Terry turned, found the button. Cue Dr. Evil style laughter, complete with the pinky. =B 
 
Terry jabbed it. 
 

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We attack at dawn.</div> Edited by: <A HREF=http://p082.ezboard.com/bunicornsvision ... >Windra</A> at: 4/1/06 8:03

Post by **JunoZXV** » Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:19 am

(To be continued at the Lost fields...) 
 
There was a whirl and a sputter... 
 
NOW WHAT? 
 
"Sit down, shut up and hang-" 
 
Before he could finish the snappy dialouge, the ships engines ignited with a blue flame and went rocketing forward. The ship streaking though the sky like a night commet. 
 
*FWOOMCH* 
 
"YEEEEEE-HHHHHAAAA!" 

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