Thread: Mysllor RP -- Into the Territory

I have been feeling very “watched” lately. I don’t know if it is paranoia or what. But I have been hearing unusual things in the bushes. “Hey Benetio you feeling alright,” questioned Bryce. “No not really,” I said glumly, “I have been feeling weird. I think that maybe I should check on something. Sigh I’m going to search around. Tell Lilia but not Jericho I think he would convince me not to go. But if he asks tell him, I don’t want you to lie. I'll be back by dawn at the latest.” “Okay,” Bryce whispered, "but I don’t think it is a good idea.”

I disappeared into the bushed and started searching around when I heard a noise behind me and I turned around just to be greeted by the blunt end of some object. I fall to the ground and scream, “Help! ” but I fear no one hears me. I fade into unconsciousness. I wake up in the middle of the night not knowing what time it is. I fall back to sleep not being able to stay awake.
Day 2
I wake up again and I see light. I have a conscious thought, “Where am I!"

Day 1
It did not take long for the coat, gained after a very brief stint in the army, to come off. It revealed a flat square structure, the power source for EMNA - or, as I prefer to call it, "Emmy". I simply put the staff through the sleeves and carried it like a vagabond.

Being the main technology guru for the group is actually somewhat enjoyable. Freakin' optomist, what everyone calls me. But why get upset? Life is too short...

And for the most part, the group is a decent bunch. Jericho is the obvious leader; Bryce, our best brawns-over-brains dude; Lilia, probably the most approachable person here; and Benetio - probably a good person, but I haven't seen him in forever.

Everyone has some form of keeping themselves warm for the night. We keep around the campfire, almost in a star formation. On my left is Bryce, sound asleep. Lilia also rests for the night, although somewhat less comfortable. I can't see Jericho, because of the fire. Ah well. I roll onto my right side, my most comfortable sleeping posture, and close my eyes. Mysllorian desert creatures, breathing of my comrades, and the soft, cool winds all manage to soothe me. That boar tasted pretty darn good. I keep my staff in arm's reach, and drift off into a deep sleep...

Day 2
A couple others were already awake when my eyes opened, interrupted by the sun. Slightly started, I grip my staff and then realize nothing bad was happening. Just breakfast.

Journal Day Two
Today d'Rangon failed to return to camp. Also, Iridani came back reporting unusually high electrical activity from back the way we came. I decided that we would backtrack the way we came in two parties. Me with Lilia, Dex with Bryce. We were to return to camp in no less than two days. We each had set checkpoints so if one group failed to return, the other would know how to go after them. It is as well organized as I can make it, but this damned desert is terribly unpredictable. Here's hoping we at least come out with our bodies in tact and, Tahn willing, our minds as well.

It's hotter than yesterday. Nearly one hundred fifty degrees. At that sort of heat there's only so much magik can do for a long time. Accenians fair better in the cold. And these humans are so frail it's hard to believe they can survive anywhere. But Lilia seems to be doing fine, as long as I keep conjuring up water for her.

It's been at least three hours since our departure. We've seen no signs of any life, save a snake or two. We both were getting agitated by everything around us. It's funny what heat can do to a person. I could tell by her face she was thinking about someone. Benetio. I mean we were all thinking about Benetio, but I could read a distinct emotion from her. Fear. She seemed to be very worried.

"So you and this d'Rangon knew each other before the mission?"
"Um, yes."
"Were you close?" I asked, trying to certify my own deductions.
"I guess you could say we were. Why all the questions?"
"Just making what you would call 'small talk'. It's supposed to be calming, correct?"
"Yea. Sure. Would you mind though, I'm just trying to clear my head right now. Sorry" She walked further ahead, no doubt try to evade my admittedly prying questions.

I thought I'd leave it at that for now. When we find Benetio everyone will have a little less weight on their shoulders. And we can all get back to thinking about those electrical signs. What could be making such signs in this barren world? Heh, maybe someone was following us after all. But wait; What if we were being followed?

"Lilia."
"Ugh, yea? What do want know?"
"I know you're scared. We're all scared. But you need to pull yourself together if we're to find d'Rangon."
"And how do you plan to do that? So far all we've seen is a mountain, three cacti, and endless dunes. I don't think I'd call that progress"
"I trust you have some sort of communications device."
"Yea, here." She pulled out a small mechanism from her rucksack. It had no signal, of course, outside of the Realms. But that's not what we needed it for. "What do have in mind?"
"How long would it take you to reconfigure it to pick up electrical signals like the ones Iridani detected?"
"I don't know, maybe a few minutes. Why?"
"Because those may just lead us to d'Rangon"

Day 2
Fire and water. That's how me and Bryce are. But hey, he can be the muscles. I got the smarts. We have what the other lacks. No common weak point that can be exploited by a clever opponent.

The two of us walk in the desert, not even a horse with no name to help us. Our last checkpoint was just a few minutes ago. Bryce did a good job of smashing that cactus and then forming the bits into an arrow pointing in our direction.

Our mission was supposed to be find out why everything's gone wacko, but instead we're looking for clues to find Benetio. Yet in this wasteland, even a Myllsorian sandfish doesn't show up without good reason.

Plunk. My foot takes another step in the sand. Those dunes are killers, but thankfully we've passed those for now. I cover my head with my coat, so as not to get sunburned in the heat. It doesn't stop me from sweating profusely, though. Bryce is marginally better off. At least he's used to the planet's atmosphere, which is dryer and has stonger gravity - 1.29 times the strength of Earth gravity, to be precise. One does well to do research before going off into alternate dimensions.

"Finished" Lilia exclaimed as she put the casing of the device back together.
"Now can it pick anything up?"
"Not much, but there's something going on to the north."
"Well then to the north it is!"
"Are you sure? We had all assumed he would be to the east. If we go this way Bryce and Dex won't know where to find us."
She made a good point, but there was just too much riding on it to not take our best lead. "Well then we better get back on time, huh?"

We walked for about another forty-five minutes. I could completely understand now what Benetio must have felt. It was some force, beckoning us towards is. Eventually we came to a cavern. This cavern must have been ancient, because there'd been no water in this place for millions of years. Unless, of course, it was man made.
We had no choice but to carry on, so we entered the cave. There was a foul aroma in the air. I recognized it from somewhere. But there was an even more strange attribute of this cavern. It was humid. It was in the middle of the largest desert of this solar system, and it was humid. There was no doubt any more, someone had created this place. And I for one was less than excited to find out who.
Eventually we came to a fork in the cave. We had to split up. She took the right side, I took the left. If I found nothing I was to quickly get to her. If she was to find nothing, she was to swiftly return to camp. I was far more experienced in fighting than her, and I sensed a powerful magik in the air. I wan't sure exactly what it was, but I knew that she was unprepared to take it on alone. And maybe I was too, but I wasn't about to take her down with me.


I went down into the tunnel, deeper and deeper, until the only light was a slight glow I was emitting from my palms. I eventually came to a much larger chamber. It was a good ten feet or so lower than the entrance, possibly to keep people from getting out. There was water. A small deep pool. I looked down and saw Benetio lying unconscious, no doubt having slipped on wet rocks after jumping. I carefully climbed down into the chamber and tried to wake him. But just as I did, the water started pulsing with electricity, and a shadowy figure emerged from its depths. I now knew where that familiar sulfuric stench was coming from. And that immense power. Dressed in chain mail, carrying twin blades. It was him. And we'd met before, in Kona's castle.

"You..." Was all I could utter.

Bryce and I continue to walk in an eastwardly direction - which is strange, since here the sun rises from the north. After some time, we find a rock formation with some shade and decide that we need a break.

As we sit there, drinking whatever water we still have, I decide to make sure that we're still going in the proper direction. With the slopes and whatnot, it's possible that we could have deviated from our course by a few degrees, but all of this walking could exaggerate an error. For precision, I hit a switch on Emmy's power source and feel the familiar rush of energy intensifies just above my skin. Bryce fails to stifle a laugh as my hair stands on end.

"Can it, Bryce," I say. "People say this makes me look more intimidating." I sigh, then add, "Although I admit that only works if you're on Dragonball Z."

Bryce stares at me, clueless to my reference.

I shake my head. "Nevermind." I switch on the device which tracked the odd readings the first time. A rectangular item with a circular LED. I expected the sensor blip to be at the top of the circle, or near it, but instead... "Crap! Bryce, we're at least thirty degrees in the wrong direction!" I point in a direction to our left, a sort of northeast.

But it doesn't make sense. Even when Emmy was on minimal power, it was still enough that I could sense our direction relative to Myllsor's magnetic poles. Unless it changed...?

We spend a little while in the shade of the formation. I demonstrate to him one of my neat little tricks by making the staff remain standing, not even slightly wobbling, a good six inches over my hand. But too quickly our rest is over and we're back on our feet.

Drexen's Report-- Entry 1

Hunting is too easy. I used to enjoy it, but all the challenge is gone. The repulsive creatures that wander aimlessly through the desert, my desert, are too stupid. They hold a false sense of importance, a sense of misguided duty to the planet.

I cannot kill them yet. I must separate them, plant mistrust in their hearts, turn them against each other. I have already easily defeated a member of their group, a human. Hiding him buys me time, it makes the others search for him. But in all honesty, I hope the desert claims him before they find him. Perhaps it will discourage the others.


I have been training, hunting, killing. Leaving subtle hints for the rejects to find. I enjoy this, watching them plod through an unfamiliar territory, especially at night. Sometimes I come within 100 feet of there camp, only to retreat when they hear a sound.

As I watch this Accenian standing before me in shock, I cannot help but be amused. And angered. I can see the fear on his face. I bare my teeth as I let out a low snarl.