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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 18, 2009 18:02:13 GMT -5
As the door opened the outside world was bombarded with a massive amount of pure oxygen. This caused a massive tower of fog to rise from the vally, this was how neighboring lands always new when a sleeper had woken up.
"P-p-p-p-ppplease present your forearm for your identification tag."The voice says as a robotic arm lurches from the wall, once it had locked around her wrist she heard a small motor start inside the large metal mitten.
"There might be some discomfort while your security and identification tag is administered, please hold still." And then the machine tattoos a barcode like series of lines, dots, and dashes on her wrist.
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After a few minutes of stepping through mud and rocks the figure had started to loose faith that he was even going in the right direction. Suddenly he hears a screetching from within the foog as a large mountain of fog raises in the distance and keeps growing. A wall of fog rushes past him obstructing even the low hanging trees from his view, he manages to climb a tree but even with his new elevation it seemed the fog was everywhere.
There was a quick blur of motion from the fog bellow that caught the figures attention. The trail in the fog dissapeares and all goes quiet. An eary stillness creeps over the swamp around him. A long blueish neck snaps from the fog, a diamond like head, jaws brimmed with barbed death clamps down on the branch beside the figure inches away from his feet. Pulling his arm away just in time he makes a quick jab at the beasts neck grazing it. Its large serpent eye widens, burning crimson rings around the black slit of a pupil. The beasts releases the tree branch and hides again in the fog.
"Omamygue...."The figure mutters holding his spear in both hands looking down at the fog. He reaches up and grabs a overhead branch, it's always good to have a exit plan.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 18, 2009 19:22:35 GMT -5
She clenched her teeth trying to hold still. When they were through she quickly pulled her wrist away. "Jeez..."
Lillian stared out into the endless fog, like a pure white wall in front of her. She knew she couldn't stay in this abandoned ship. She inhaled sharply, her mind made up, and stepped into the damp fog.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 18, 2009 20:00:07 GMT -5
Fog swhirled and tossed around Lillian, around her feet it appeared as if she was walking in water, if of corse she could see her own feet. The sounds of birds, and insects of undestinguishable size echoed around her. Trecherous footing lay all around making a two meter walk from the exit of the ship to the first tree like a hop-scotch game in a mine feild.
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The Omamygue kept snapping at the figure who only moved higher into the tree. The beasts body never left the fog which gave it a limited striking range. As soon as the beast had to twist its neck around a branch to snap at him the figure sprang into action. Leaping down onto the beasts head he grabbed on and let the rest of his body go completly limp jerking the creatures neck over the branch. He saw the muscles of in its neck strain before the bones slid and gave way, he could hear the beasts legs on the ground give a few final kicks as its low haunting moan let all those in the surounding area know that it was dead. A few echoing warbbles answered this then where followed by deep mornfull songs.
Letting go the figure fell and before he realised it the beasts head was falling fast towards him aswell. AS he moves to dodge on of the beasts teeth dig into the skin of his upper right bicep leaving a nasty cut. Grunting and shrugging it off he makes a quick patch out of some cloth, grabs his spear and keeps heading through the fog.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 18, 2009 20:14:35 GMT -5
She looked down at her feet. The water around her wasn't stagnant, it was gently flowing toward her left foot. She kept moving forward toward the unknown. Using the water to gauge her direction she continued on, stumbling over roots and vines.
She swatted wildly around her as the buzzing noises neared her head. The dank, swampy smell was not inviting either. Plus the fact that she couldn't see more than two feet in front of her was making things hard. Lillian debated whether or not she should call out for help. If she did it might attract attention that she really didn't want. On the other hand, the creatures here could probably already smell her so adding sound wouldn't be that bad... there could be people around who would hear.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 19, 2009 17:22:51 GMT -5
There was some movment in the fog bellow Lillians feet as well as some chirping and squeeking. A slight mumbling could be heard in the distance as well as the sudden and sharp echoing of wood against stone, or its low squish as the wood sank in mud.
The figure walked slowly still not exactly knowing where he was going. He did however know that when one Omamagyue let out it's death cry other did come to investigate and sometimes to partake of the remains and he realy didn't want to still be there for that. His unintelegable muttering continues, a chant to protect himself from the Omamagyue's evil hexes so he might pass safely through its home.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 19, 2009 19:30:43 GMT -5
"Hello?" She called tentatively. Some of the sounds could have been human...
She looked down at her feet, afraid she might run into whatever was chirping or squeaking. From what she could hear the animal noises were made by mice or birds, at least that's what she imagined. She hoped whatever they were wasn't any bigger. She let out a small shriek brushing against the branches of a tree. It startled her. Being in this sense depriving mist was making her heart flutter wildly in her chest.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 19, 2009 19:40:25 GMT -5
Her shriek caused a sudeen flurry of movment from the tree she'd brushed against, cackling and chirping followed before the movment and noise stopped. The figure stops and listens to the sudden noises.
"Te'a?"The figure asks into the fog hearing the stange language directed from the swhirling mist.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 19, 2009 19:50:01 GMT -5
"Is someone there?" She asked hearing a distinct voice. She clutched onto the branches to the tree, unsure of what exactly they had said.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 19, 2009 19:53:29 GMT -5
"Te'a mamoa?"The figure answers back to this strange voice in the fog. He made ready his spear but didn't exactly take a offensive stance.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 19, 2009 20:04:08 GMT -5
She quickly searched her mental library of languages but came up blank. It sounded a little Samoan, she didn't know very many words in Samoan but mamoa meant clear - or was it momoa... Maybe this voice wanted it to clear up too.
"I don't mean any harm..." She struggled to think of words that this mystery person/possible figment of her imagination might understand. "Oute masani?" She said uncertainly. It roughly meant 'I friendly' in Samoan. Lillian had no idea if that's even what language he or she was speaking but she gave it a try anyway.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 19, 2009 20:11:44 GMT -5
"Oute masonae?"The the figure says uncertain, the words had gotten jumbled in transition, he wasn't exactly sure what 'stone deer' had to do with anything but he'd go with it maybe it was this voices name. He decided to give his name.
"Ulket, ma'tama Ulket" He pronouced the words with a clear and defined masculine voice.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 19, 2009 20:19:47 GMT -5
"Err..." She muttered. Now it sounded like he had mixed up Japanese and Czechoslovakian. How that was possible she wasn't quite sure. Unless, it dawned on her, this was a completely different language.
"I... don't understand.." She said to the man. She could tell by the way he had repeated her words back he didn't understand her either. "This is just fantastic. You wouldn't happen to speak English would you?"
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 19, 2009 20:32:27 GMT -5
"Eh?"Ulket says it might be in a different language but the meaning was clear 'What?'. His people had used this language for many generation, if their entire wordbase could be looked at it seemed confusing but there sentace structure was simple and elegant for a primative language.
"Oute?"He asks hoping to get the voice to speak again that way he might atempt to track it through fog, his former hunting party and himself had hunted a species of large cave dwelling fish in almost complete darkness, it took a great deal focus and realying on ones sense of hearing, as a hunter Ulket was blessed with both.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 19, 2009 20:38:17 GMT -5
"I guess not..." She scratched her chin.
She felt around for the base of the tree. Lillian wondered how he managed to get himself into this god damned fog too. She finally touched the base of the tree and leaned against it.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 19, 2009 20:57:30 GMT -5
He walked hastely in the voices direction, after a little walking he began to think 'what if the voice was the fog itself?'
"Hae Oute?"He says this time is was a notable distance closer to Lillian, two meters or so.
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