Graded [Frontier] Underground Journey with Ratkin

[Skyhunter]

Ratopia, City of Skitterer
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As Oden was getting dragged down, the Night Eye induced Ratkin were almost foaming at the mouth as they were trying to bring Oden down, almost doing it as Oden kept her flapping up, she would scratch one across the face with her talons as the creature yelped but did not let go, although its grip was loosening. As more Ratkin were toppling onto each other to try and bring the old owl down, it was no surprise that if she was brought down to the ground, she would lose her life in this underground hellhole. These drugged Ratkin would tear her apart like she was nothing. Although as Oden was getting closer to the ground, there was the sound of a whizzing coming closer. Then blood splashed into the air, the ratkin that held onto Oden was slammed through with a flying pickaxe, the pick burrowing through the small body of the Rat, although it had this look like it didn't even know what happened, still trying to grab at Oden as its own grip failed it causing it to let go. Oden would see its eyes close as its small body fell into two separate pieces towards the ground, Oden was finally free as the horde was trying to reach back up towards Oden, this action ultimately led to their failure as they descended to the ground.

Todo's mech raised its arm then slammed it down on top off the horde, there were disgusting crunches and splats as blood and gore flew into the air, mangled pieces of corpses tossed up into the air then fell back down to the ground. There were no cries of pain or whimpering, only the sounds of growling and agitated roaring. But below all that there was one scream, it was the scream of Chucke Chucke as Todo had invertedly crushed the Mutakin under all the corpses of Ratkin he had just made. Although as Chucke Chucke was bleeding out, the surviving Ratkin smelled the air, a disgusting odor would hit both Todo and Oden, smelling similar to a garbage bag on a hot sunny day tearing open, releasing a terrible odor. The remaining Ratkin, not caring about their fallen began to close in on the buried Chucke Chucke, moving corpses out of their way as they found Chucke Chucke, barely alive. He raised a hand up to one of the drugged Ratkin, half his body was smashed, if you could even call it a body anymore. " P-Please... " While he raised a hand up to his fellow Ratkin, the closest to his hand smelled it closely for a moment before they bit down on it and tore a few of his fingers off then eating them. Screams of a desperate Ratkin filled the air as the rest of them began to pile onto Chucke Chucke, slowly eating and devouring their once worshipped Mutakin. His screams only grew louder and louder before they finally died off as one of them had ripped his head off, holding it in the air.

A few of them then began to devour the head as well, this group of Ratkin totally fixated on the corpse of Chucke Chucke, ignoring Oden and Todo now. Although down the street from where Todo was at, he'd see a body running towards him, it was Barta passing his own tavern, waving his hands. " Mr. Pig! " He called faintly, " Mr. Pig! Do you have the information on the ingredients! " He called running towards him as fast as he could but being that small he wasn't that fast.

Barta
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[Develius]

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What greeted Desmond on the other side was nothing short of sheer chaos. Upon exiting the portal, he immediately felt a sudden wave of intense heat brush and lick against his face and plumage. He winced as he covered his snout within his arm plumage, trying to shield himself against the harsh sensations. It felt like his feathers were going to singe and combust into flame - hell, even his skin felt like it was about to be roasted clean off! Yet Desmond would remain unscathed through this baptism of fire, as he looked up to see the hellish landscape around him.

A huge bush fire - the largest Desmond has ever seen - bellowed throughout the countryside, its inky-black smoke bellowing in the distance. The roaring flames licked the nighttime sky furiously, lashing at the heavens with malicious glee. From where the Deinonychian stood, he could see everything atop the hill he stood upon. The grass underneath was dull and withered, crunching underfoot and disintegrating into nothingness. It was difficult for Desmond to get a good eye at where exactly he was at first, especially in his bewildered state.

That's when Desmond spotted something. To the east, he'd see what appeared to be a small farming town down near the base of the hill. Flames were already beginning to engulf the establishment, yet surprisingly there was less destruction than what should be present. The young raptor was intrigued... feeling something pulling him towards it. Something about it was... familiar. Oddly familiar, in fact. He couldn't help but oblige, as he began skittering down the hill with a nervous tap in his step.

As he got closer, he felt a moment of familiarity crawl under his skin. This place looked... familiar. Had he seen this place before? Really the whole environment here was ringing some bells, but with the severe destruction Desmond just couldn't place his claw on it. Upon reaching the entrance, he heard screams of violent distress fill the air, followed by angry barks and snarled hisses. This place was being attacked! But by what... and why?

The Deinonychian quickly began to find cover, crouching against an uprooted cart. As more screams echoed across the barren wasteland, his heart began pulsating out of his chest, occasionally coughing out the thick smoke burning his lungs. He took a moment to look for trouble, only seeing black inky shadows darting by. Only when the coast seemed clear, did Desmond hop from his spot and traveled to the next form of cover. When he sensed threats coming his way, he'd hide, let them rush by, look up, and continue onwards on repeat.

Though as he inched closer to the center of the farmland, more visions began popping into his consciousness. Flashes of what seemed like what this place looked before... a green farmland community with beautiful large oak trees dotted across the establishment. He could've sworn he smelt the faint aroma of hay and manure for a moment or two as well; a blend of a life that felt so distant yet not. Desmond would stop occasionally to take it all in, his mind transported to this prior state, before returning to the death and gloom of his current reality.

Then there was another shrieking cry. It sounded close. Desmond rushed against the side of a once crimson red barn before slowly peaking out. Several figures were backlit against the fury of flame; with 4 standing and 3 on their knees. A large feathered theropod loomed over the captives with an intimidating presence, with a spiky long-tailed herbivore and high spined carnivore flanking them. Desmond squinted to take a look at the victims... yet the smoky ambience made it nearly impossible to tell. All he knew was that they were small... and helpless.

Suddenly, Desmond felt a brush of air rush behind him. The raptor turned quickly, but saw nothing but the fires around him. His heart began beating a bit quicker. Then it came again, this time followed by a faint hiss. Again, Desmond turned to see no one. Now the beat in his chest grew even faster. He could've sworn he saw something! Then a swift shadow rushed by his field of vision for just the briefest of seconds, causing the raptor to stumble back into the wall with a yelp. Now he was panicking. Something had found him... and it was closing in.

With danger just around the corner, Desmond knew that he had to run. He shouldn't stay here... he needed to get out! Yet as he turned to flee, a croaking voice called out to him.

"GOING SOMEWHERE?"

Immediately, the Deinonychian's head cocked back and glanced towards the source of the noise. There, standing inches from his face, Desmond stared face to face with two glowing deep amber eyes. Desmond was frozen in fear, unable to speak as he tried to recognize what he was looking at-

"BOO."

Desmond shrieked as his composure became compromised! "GRAAAAAAH!" He leapt into the air in a fight, before stumbling back onto the caked dirt. That's when the figure finally revealed himself. The entity was yet another raptor-like saurian, but larger and covered completely in dark brown feathers; wearing rough leather clothing adorned with a variety of different teeth on his belt - including a big iron revolver strapped onto him. He definitely fit the bill as a bandit, or a desperado strolling into a town down west. Though in some ways, he looked a bit like Desmond... but overall bigger, meaner, and scarier. The entity chuckled hackily, as his tiny black pupils fixated on Desmond.

"Well, what have we here...?" the raptor asked in a low tone as he stepped closer, "Didn't expect YOU to come home so soon."

Desmond quickly recognized what this individual was. It was a Utahraptoran - the largest of the Raptoran race. And it wasn't just any ole' Utahraptoran. It was the one who invaded his home. His wide-eyed pupils furrowed momentarily to share his disgust amiss his terrified vibe.

"O-Ostrym!" Desmond hissed back shakily, "Y-Youz- GWAK!"

The shading figure lunged forth with his foot, stomping on Desmond's chest with forceful intent. Now pinned underneath him, he could get a much closer the 10 inch sickled claw just hovering ominously above his chest, dwarfing Desmond's by nearly double in size and weight alone! Ostrym's head leaned closer to him.

"That's JOHN Ostrym to you..." the Utahraptoran affirmed with a disturbingly calm suave to his nature, "Best you don't forget that... DESMOND."

With that, Ostrym lifts his leg and kicks Desmond straight in the ribs. The force was strong enough to send the poor Deinonychian a few feet due to his smaller stature; crashing against a pile of wooden rubble. That was definitely going to hurt in the morning... at least, it felt like it would. Desmond struggled to get back on his feet, feeling several shards of wood stuck in his hide. Mere splinters admittedly, but thankfully nothing that impaled deep into his flesh and plumage.

"Heard a bit about you, friendo." Ostrym continued as he strolled towards poor Desmond, "Your folks had so much to say 'bout you."

Desmond quickly got to his feet, baring his teeth and hissing madly. "WHYZ?!" he cried unbelievably, "WHYZ YOU COME HEREZ TO MY HOME?! WHAT DID WE'Z DOEZ TO YOUS?!"

Ostrym chuckled devilishly as he whipped out a large machete and swirled it into the air, catching it perfectly. "Oh, there there," the bandit scoffed dismissively at his fury, "What's wrong with paying yall a lil' visit?"

Desmond continued growling at Ostrym's gall in trying to gaslight him.

"I'LLZ KILL YOUZ!" With a shriek he tried lunging at Ostrym with all the mighty and fury he could muster! Yet his execution was sloppy and unfocused; allowing the shady figure to step aside with ease. The Deinonychian plunged face first back into the ground.

"Ho ho! Fiesty aren't we?" Ostrym mocked as he clicked his teeth together, "Like the effort, but that's no way to greet your new guest now, is it?"

Again, Desmond got to his wobbly feet. He glared at Ostrym hatefully, with burning embers lighting against the reflection of his eyes. "Wherez... Wherez are they?" he asked, knowing exactly what he was going to ask.

Ostrym seemed to have caught on and gave another haughty chuckle. "Why I must say, your folks been awfully polite to me and my crew. Their hospitality is quite unraveled... Almost like they knew I was coming."

"WHEREZ ARE THEY?!" Desmond screeched, now demanding to get a straight answer.

The opponent gave another click of his jaws, chattering in rapid succession. "Hold yer britches lil Desmond," he replied annoyedly with a roll of his eyes, "You'll see them soon enough." A sinister chuckle ruptured through his lips with chittering glee. "If you can find 'em."

Desmond continued glaring intently as an eyebrow perked up. "Wut nasty lil trick youz got up yerz sleeve?"

"No tricks." Ostrym stated bluntly, "They're still within these parameters. You just gotta start lookin..." His clawed hand then hovered above his holster; each digit twitching in anticipation. "While I start huntin' ya." said the devlishly grinning Utahraptoran.

Desmond's expression turned a hue whiter upon realizing the game... this sounded like a terrible game to play. An utterly cruel and twisted version of hide n' seek. And he didn't know if he was going to be rewarded with his parents alive... or dead. Though there was one thing he needed to know. One VERY important tidbit...

"A-Andz once I doz?" the Deinonychian asked hesitantly.

Ostrym paused for a moment, playing in with the anxious tension before replying.

"I'll let ya go." he stated, "But not till ya find where your folks are. So don'tchu DARE run off early."

There didn't seem like any other choice for poor old Desmond. With adrenaline pulsating through his body and heart beating ever faster in dreadful anticipation... he had to see this through. And whatever reward he gets in the end... well, it's the only way he could have a chance in getting out of here.

"I'll give ya a five second head start."

 

[Orikanyo]

Todo



"............." alright, lets think of what just went down here. Rats went crazier, then even more so, rat stole necklace, necklace was important but he also drugged the litteral dinosaur man so he had to go figure out what the drugs wete laced with beyond them being fucking rat drugs.

Cornered drug rat with necklace, demand necklace, rat starts to fucking melt and mutate and now their dealing with a swarm all around a "mutakin" that was being licked and shit by his fellow rats. They had some sort of subserviance to this mutant, up until said mutant was wounded.

They then ate that mutant after Todo had crushed the mass of them with bodies and hurt him badly.

Oden was... Uhh...

...Okay?

Maybe... Todo's pickaxe was. After he picked it up with the currently very squelchy robot arm, okay! If dirty.

And his mrcha was okay. Or so said the screen anyways. But he could still smell the blood and whatever else he crushed on it's arm, he rubbed it on the wall... Causing some of the wall to break into the process but dirt was good for getting wet dirt off anyways.

Backung up the machine, Todo then looked down to Barta, who had evidently left his bar. "Well, uhh, we found him... Things got real... Wierd... After that..." he spike tentatively, wipining off the pick axe on a stray cloth tarp strewn around... He didn't know what it was, probably a cover for a long since gone merchant's wagon.

"So... Odens okay.. But... Uhh... The wierd dude melted.

Said something about being a mutakin.

Lotta rats ran out and started suckin on him it wasn't cool.

He got crushed and eaten by said rats and a metal fist...

Yea..." Todo couldn't really explain it any other way aside from... Very confusing and wholely new levels of bullshit. And he thought being marked by a wierd rose lady of undeath was wierd.


....Speaking of, he hoped that wasn't going to cause trouble for him anytime soon. Really hoped. Really, really hoped.

He should stop thinking about her before narrative causality takes hold and he'll have to deal with her again.

"...Hey Oden are you okay! Alive!? Please don't tell me the only sample we got I wiped off on the wall."

 

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Oden (#ACA9A7)​

Todo | Oden | Desmond​

Disregarding the disgusting sounds behind her, as soon as she was no longer chained to the ground Oden spared no effort in soaring high into the cavern's skies, landing herself unsteadily atop a perch on the closest building before turning her gaze back to the chaos below. Even with the ache of her wing, the slow blood loss from her stab wound, and the deep bruising on her talon, the misery down below was a painful sight to see.

If there was any pondering on how dark and twisted this ratkin civilization was, there was no question about it now. But despite the disgust and hatred that still lingered in her heart, the most overwhelming emotion Oden felt was pity. A deep, spiralling pity for a place that could've been so much more. What truly was Mutakin and Night Eye? It seemed nothing more than a plague on their people. Although she couldn't say she wanted to linger and dig into the details, the old owl couldn't help but wonder what led to such a miserable fate.

Though she felt no particular pity for Chucke Chucke, it was still unpleasant to watch him being eaten alive, hence she turned her gaze towards Todo and his giant magitek machine. "I'm fine, and don't worry. I still have the sample in hand." She called out calmly, floating down to a perch closer to the pigman's head level. Traces of fatigue and a reluctance to speak were present in her tone, as the adrenaline from it all was slowly beginning to wear off.

Noticing Barta's presence, she spoke up again. "Chucke Chucke is dead. But we have a sample of assumed Night Eye from his body as a Mutakin... is it enough?" She inquired dully, holding out the half-broken bowl with a black substance smeared inside of it.

With Chucke Chucke's death sinking in, a familiar emotion was slowly beginning to overcome her. Resignation. Just like the time when her clan went down in flames, despite doing all she could do to save it. The frigid despair that made effort seem so meaningless was too familiar. Was Desmond's fate sealed? Was everything for naught? Why did she try so hard in the first place? She barely knew Desmond.

It'll be fine, just another inevitable loss in the many vicissitudes of life.

...was she seriously bargaining with herself right now? How frustrating.

Skyhunter Develius Orikanyo

 

[Skyhunter]

Ratopia, City of Skitterer
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With Desmond's condition only worsening, he was literally now talking out loud. Hrana did what she could to stablize his condition but there wasn't much of what she could do without the knowledge of the added ingredients. As Todo and Oden watched the Ratkin devour the Mutakin that was at one point, Chucke Chucke, Barta would make his way over to find them, although the two of them looked worst for wear, when Todo mentioned that Chucke Chucke had melted, Barta looked confused. " What do you mean... Melted? " He asked, he was about to walk and see when Oden, who was banged up, mentioned Chucke Chucke was dead and had been turned into a Mutakin, " Wait, he's dead? Uh, y-yeah, the Shaman should get something from the sample. " Barta stated with a shocked look on his face, he didn't know what to say. He wasn't expecting Chucke Chucke to be dead, sure he was an annoying druggie but dead? " Wait a minute, a Mutakin? Oh no... If he is dead then- " Barta was then cut off but the sounds of footsteps approaching, approaching from the other way was Skrrt in more armored clothing with two bigger Ratkin wearing fully clothed suits with gas masks on while carrying big tanks on their backs that connected to a long gun that had a open flame on the end.

Skrrt
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Skrrt pointed to the alleyway where the Ratkin were devouring the corpse of the Mutakin, the two larger Ratkin began to trudge that way with their flamers up and ready to go. " If the corpse is devoured, more Mutakin will awaken. Each will be different. Some melt, some grow bigger, others become spiky, ecttera ecttera." Skrrt stated coldly, " They spread like a plague. That is why must be taken care of and burned to little more than ashes. No part of them must be kept in existence. " Skrrt explained, " Dirv's orders. " The Ratkin huffed. " WHAT!? That's madness! They need help! " Barta yelled but Skrrt wasn't having it, " You're right, they do need help. And this is me giving it to them. They need to be put down; they won't feel the pain since they're so hopped up on Night Eye. This is why the drug is outlawed. But you know just how easy it is to make, Barta, then look what happened to your own patron, sick and dying from the damnable poison. Then we had a potential Mutakin right under own noses. You don't even know what they are capable of doing, Barta. Stay in your comfy tavern and let me do the dirty work. " Skrrt pointed at the bartender with that same cold look in his eye, Barta hung his head in defeat. Skrrt even looked at Todo and Oden if they were to object. He knew what he was talking about. " Hurry up, get back to your friend, not that it's going to matter. " Skrrt growled as he walked after his two soldiers, the sounds of fire igniting the air could be heard just as the entire alleyway lit up with a green flame, nothing was leaving that alleyway alive or intact.

Barta sighed, turning to the two, " Come on... Let's get going... " Barta said as he shook his head, " Mr. Pig, can you drive us there, I'll show directions. " Barta climbed up onto his mecha, being sure to look away from the burning Ratkin... If Todo and Oden looked it was a massacre, bodies were everywhere being scorched as bodies moved and twitched, although their faces weren't filled with pain... But it was hard to tell anyways, they looked like they were in bliss. Skrrt was overseeing this extermination as the suited up Ratkin continued to scorch the drugged Ratkin. This was their culture, their traditions. They lived like this. But to others like Barta, this side was unknown and scary. As the two made their way to the Shaman's Pharmecy, they would find Harlow outside looking a bit sick. He looked up seeing the three had arrived, he looked happier then saw the state of Oden. " Guys you're back- damn, Oden, are you okay? " He asked with a concerned look.

Shaman's Pharmecy


Shaman Hrana
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Harlow would help Oden by taking the shattered bowl and walking inside with it, the Ratkin Shaman was getting some sort of concoction ready as she saw Harlow and the rest come down, " ah yes, I can smell the oils already. Bring it here, I will check-see what is in the oils. " Hrana stated, Harlow made her way over to the Ratkin and handed the bowl to her where she took it then quickly scraped the substance off into a bowl, she then tossed the shattered bowl away and added more ingredients to the substances. She would ignore any question asked to her with either silence or a grunt. She added liquids and other sort of spices before mixing it up, she then slapped it with a spoon in which a gas emitted from the substance in which Hrana smelled it and tasted her lips. " Mmm. Grassweed, Spicy Cricket Leg... The left side. And... Asphalt. Good ingredients. " Hrana stated with a nod and a impressed look on her face. She quickly moved to her many ingredients and took those the ingredients she stated and moved back to the substance she was creating. She then placed all of them in her current concoction and began stirring it around looking at the still passed out Desmond, who was getting worst. He was drooling a black substance now and was even shedding black tears.

Finally, she finished the potion she was making and quickly moved to Desmond, pushing anyone who was in the way to lift his head up and force the potion down his throat, she made sure he drank it all before backing off. " That is everything I can do-perform. You all might want to go get some rest. The Chicken probably won't get better till later. " Hrana stated. " Here is some stuff to help sleep-nap. It's safe for non-Ratkin. " Hrana moved to her shelf and took some sort of bottle with root in it. She moved to the ground and handed it to Todo. She looked at Oden then pointed at her bench, " I can heal-fix you too. You need some work. " Hrana stated kindly as she had a free bed for her to stay on.

 

[Orikanyo]

Todo


"...Well, can't say it isn't what I woulda done." Purging by fire, yep, thats how its gotta go. Really its the only way that he could imagine any of this could be... Gotten rid of. Though really he was happy to see it gone, but... He shared Barta's sympathies.

"Those who don't want to be helped, can't be helped. They wanted it so badly, knowing this could be an outcome..." Todo spoke as he got the machine into transport mode, raising up the feet for the wheels beneath. It kinda drove like a car like this.

"Lead me, i hope were not too late..." Leavjng the inferno behind, he stepped on the gas, he'd be happy to leave it behind...

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The "doctor's clinic" was... Not too much better. Looked more like a witch's hut, or a witch doctor's hut? Likely both, but really this place wasn't too bad... At least until he looked at Desmond. Who definitly looked bad.

"Umm... Is... he gonna be... Okay?" Todo asked, looking like he was trying to squeeze himself as small as possible in this area, to not take up much space.

"...Is... Is he gonna have brain damage? Don't know him at all myself. Still..." he looked abit worried, if... Unsure about all that... Did this woman say asphalt...?

What kind of concoction was she making...!?

Left leg of a... Spicy cricket...!?

"...Ummm...." he wasn't sure what to say. Last woman he met was Ninielle and the... Scary one... That undying queen...

...Wait he should ask...

"Ummm... Awkward question... Does... anyone know what the... Expiry Queen is? ...Kind of a wierd name now that I think of it... Why not just call yourself the Death queen or something... She look in a dictionary for death synonyms...?"

 

[SilverFeathers]

Oden (#ACA9A7)​

Todo | Oden | Desmond​

Watching Barta carefully, and realizing his words seemed nothing but truthful, Oden sighed tiredly in relief. It wasn't all for naught. Her dangerous decision to swoop and collect the ooze off of Chucke Chucke through the ratkin crowd was a correct one. The wounds on her body were no longer meaningless, they were scars of a winning battle. The unexpected wash of relief was revitalizing, allowing her to smile again and clear her mind.

The approach of Skrrt was a curious one, with twin giant suited-up ratkin in tow. Oden listened in on his conversation with Barta as she watched that damnable alleyway went up in a blaze of emerald, the flames warmly dancing and flickering across her irises. "I'm glad there are at least some people with sense here. Send Dirv my regards." She commented finally after Skrrt's characteristically harsh reminder, giving him a polite nod.

Perhaps she had written this place off as a hopeless case too quickly. Even if the proportion was 90% drug-addicts and 10% rational, there were at least some people trying to keep a semblance of civilization in this place, and she had to respect that. She may be unable to express her sentiments later, but deep down, she wished Dirv, Skrrt and their people the best. Though she didn't enjoy thinking of it, she had to admit such a situation was awfully nostalgic to her.
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Since Barta didn't seem to want to take the sample from her, she held the half-broken ceramic bowl tightly in hand as she perched atop the magitek vehicle for the ride. She would've flown if she felt more able, but after all that had went down, and a trip to the surface still to be expected at some point, conserving her energy where she could was likely the smartest plan of action.

It was a warm sight to see the Hedge Knight alive and well. Handing him the bowl, she replied simply. "I'm fine, focus on Desmond." She knew she wouldn't die from her wounds. Though with all the wing flapping and movement she had done, the damage probably looked worse than it was, with blood smeared and flowing across many of her white feathers.

Interfering with a medical practitioner was a terrible thing to do, so Oden merely watched the shaman mumble and go about her business in silence. The ratkin's methods were not a far cry from the herbal remedies Oden was used to, so she felt a little more reassured leaving Desmond in her hands.

Watching the raptor's symptoms worriedly, the old owl was caught a little off-guard after being offered treatment herself. Graciously, she accepted the offer after a moment's pause. "Thank you Shaman." She smiled simply, seating herself and allowing her wounds to get examined whilst answering any medical queries.

Todo's sudden question came out of the blue, but thinking favourably of the fellow that tried to save her twice, she racked her brain for any mention of such a figure. "I can't say I've heard the name before."

Skyhunter Develius Orikanyo

 

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A long pause would pass; the tension silently rising between the two saurians. Desmond's heart beat faster and faster against Ostrym's devilish grin, trying to keep his composure. But he knew it was futile. There was no way around this cruel game. And with his eyes widen with fear, with black ooze dripping down his face, the Deinonychian bolted into the farmland as fast as his legs could carry him. Hearing Ostrym chuckling behind him set his already ruffled feathers on edge; as if the hunter was priming himself for the chase that was about to commence.

And once those five seconds in his head were up; Desmond knew that the game officially started.

What happened within that first minute was lost in a haze of fury and panic; with Desmond acting on pure instinct and impulse alone. He skidded on the caked mud underneath him upon every turn, kicking up dust and debris, while he looked and pried over every nook and cranny for any signs of his folks. All while the aura of death loomed what felt was just inches from catching him. The stakes were high and Desmond's survival tricks were now in overdrive. Entering the first farmhouse, belonging to the Thompsons, the young raptor rummaged through the establishment; checking every room and cabinet for any signs of his folk. He didn't expect to find anyone there, but upon opening the last door upstairs, he was treated to a grizzly scene.

The entire Thompson family, dead.

Every last raptor; from the two parents to their three hatchling sons, butchered in ways too vile and gruesome for what mere bandits could accomplished. Their bloodied corpses pained the room red, with flies having already settled on their limp bodies. Desmond recoiled violently back into the hallway, bumping into something as he held back the urge to vomit.

And he nearly did upon hearing a voice dead behind him.

"I wouldn't make it THAT easy."

Desmond glanced back to see Ostrym looming behind him, before whipping out his revolver! The Deinonychian just barely dodged the bullet aimed at his skull, which briefly illuminated the terrifying Utahraptoran in its menacing stature, as he got the hell out of dodge! This already wasn't a good start to his mad search, but perhaps he'd be more lucky in the next house. Entering the Millers home, he repeated the search again. He looks in one of the closets, opening it up to reveal the ominous visage of the hunter himself.

"Not here!" he hissed mockingly, striking out with his claws.

Desmond yelped as a claw slashed a few feathers from his left wing. Better to loose a few feathers than an eye or his life! He raced upstairs, trying to outpace Ostrym as he investigated their rooms. Yet unlike the last house, no bodies littered any of the upstairs bedrooms. Odd, but it brought hope to Desmond's desperation. It wasn't until he decided to enter the bathroom back downstairs would he see where the bodies of the Millers were - piled in a tub filled with their own blood. And standing just outside through the window, Ostrym's mug glared at Desmond mockingly.

"What did I just say?"

And he lunged into the bathroom, his hand swiping against Desmond's polka-doted robe; tearing a piece from it. Again, Desmond was forced to abandon the house, scrambling to the exit in a fright. Half of the families here were dead; what were the odds that his - the Cloverly's - were among them? But before he could attempt to find out, he found himself searching the Antilas homestead.

They were dead too - this time being plucked clean and impaled by large wooden spikes; no doubt carved from their firewood reserves out back. It was a cruel arrangement being stacked against each other, and a crueler fate as a match lit their bodies aflame into a raptor bonfire. Now Desmond couldn't help but throw up at such a vile scene. Ostrym peered from the backshed, eating a mutton of roasted reptilian flesh from one of their livestock.

"I've always wondered how BBQed Deinonychian tastes like!"

Desmond was forced to flee again, as he now dreaded entering the last home on the property. His own. The Cloverly establishment. A cold chill ruffled through his feathers as he barged into his residence. With three out of the four families now dead, Desmond felt sick to his stomach to imagine what he might've done to their bodies. As he scanned through his old home, his past lifes flashed before his eyes, flickering in a slideshow of various memories and thoughts he had with his family. As he did, however, a familiar voice would emerge from his cluster of thoughts.

"...Think good memories... Happy memories... endure... No matter how bad it gets."

Despite them struggling to get through the garbled thoughts of negative and traumatic experiences, Desmond still grabbed to that fleeting sense of hope amiss the dark despair; even as if it felt like it was being snuffed out. They had to be alive... somehow. For the fourth time, he madly searched through his home, searching every single location he found himself instinctually remembering. It was as his old memories returned momentarily to help guide him. The first floor was empty; no signs of them in the living room, kitchen, or other lower rooms.

Time to head upstairs.

Desmond scuttled into the upper hallway and opened each room one by one. The upper bathroom... empty. Then he checked his parent's room, as his hand shakily grasped the handle and opened to reveal... nothing. They weren't in there either. Now there was only Desmond's old room at the far end of the hall. Taking a deep breath and dreading the worst, he opened it and saw...

No bodies.

Desmond was dumbfounded. He had already searched the entire house, expecting to figure out where his folks were, only for the last place to reveal nothing. Nary a peep or clue of their wereabouts. The brief rush of relief turned into a painstaking form of panic as he tried complementing on whether or not he was lied to. And as if he unintentionally summoned the devil himself, he turned to see Ostrym's rushing at him as his sharp grin and yellow eyes peer into Desmond's hopelessness.

"HEADS UP!"

With no time to get out of the way, Desmond was pushed back by a well-placed drop kick from Ostrym! It was enough to send him flying, before barreling into the window placed so conveniently in front of him! Glass shattered and scratched at Desmond's face as he plumetted both stories onto the ground below! He hits the ground hard, before tumbling some more and stops in a pile of damp mud. Now he began to cry, as his oozing black blobs began seeming down his face. If they weren't in his house, then where could they possibly be? Was this a fool's errand? Was he meant to die here believing a false cause to amuse their killer's intrigue? These thoughts raced through his mind as he struggled to his feet.

Though as he perked up in the direction opposite of the homestead... one last building stood before him. The very last place untouched or seen by him. It was a small wooden shed; one the entire community would store all of their supplies and farming equipment. Or so, that's what he recalled at least. How did he miss this? His sniffling stopped as he slowly walked towards the shed. Another spark of hope now entered his mind; one stronger than ever before. As he reached the door, Desmond placed his clawed hand upon the old wooden frame. He could feel... something emanating from inside. It felt... oddly warm? But also cold?

Was his parents... here?

Though as he conjured the possibilities, he'd hear the heavy stomp of Ostrym landing a few meters behind him. Desmond slowly turned to face his cruel hunter, now expressing a face of serious intent. Even so, his body still shook at the sheer anticipation of where he now finds himself in. Ostrym clicked his sickled toe claws against the ground as he stared down his prey.

"Well... Here we are." he says with an almost defeated tone in his voice, "The last, untouched place here. I'll have to admit, I'm rather surprised it took you this long to get to it... but then again I suppose it isn't the most... eye-catching of all landmarks."

With a swift twirl of his revolver, he placed it in his holster.

"Open it." Ostrym stated, as his pupils turned into two tiny black dots against his amber-colored spheres.

Desmond stood conflictingly in place, peering briefly back at the door before looking back at the gunman unsurely.

"Don't just stand there." Ostrym hissed in a more commanding tone, "Open the door."

The young raptor gave a low growl of his own.

"Why...? Aren't youz gonna kill Desmond anyways?" he asked, unsure what fate would befell him after this point.

Ostrym shrugged. "I could... though frankly it's only courtesy that I give you, Desmond, the chance to take a peak first."

A moment of uncertainty befell Desmond as he continued weighing out the odds of what he would find behind that door. It was here where he had to ask:

"Tellz Dezmond..." Desmond asked with a newly found muster of courage, "Iz Desmondz' family alive? Or deadz?"

The Utahraptoran continued glaring forth with a groan. "Why, you know I can't spoil that at this stage..."

Desmond once again turned back to the door, now resting his head against the old wood. He couldn't hear anything that sounded like breathing or any signs of life... but there was something else. It wasn't so much as he could audibly hear it, but feel it. It called to him... this tingly "glow". Multiple glows in fact. It was here where his consciousness once again showed a slideshow of his family, but one tinted in this golden hue. It portrayed his life with his friends and family, all the good memories. The happy, the excited, the pleasurable experiences. He remembered a few of his birthdays, a few times spent with his folks, playtime with his friends, and even... even the newfound figures he encountered here. It was enticing to Desmond... but was it truly what he was about to experience?

"Only one way to find out, Desmond." Ostrym stated with a mild impatience luring behind his mildly encouraging motives, "Don't keep 'em waiting."

This was it. The moment of truth. There was no turning back now. Whether or not this was his chance to return to the land of the living or seeing his dead parents didn't matter now. He had to make a choice... and that he did.

Taking one last look at Ostrym, Desmond took a step back and barged in. A white flash embraced his weary form as he entered the room, transported back to wherever fate had in store for him.

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After what felt like several grueling hours in hell, Desmond finally awoke from his nightmare. As his blackened eyes revealed the warm pure xanthic color underneath, the first thing he'd see within his blurred vision was something hovering over him. He couldn't exactly tell what it was at first, but it was enough for him to begin stirring.

"Hurghurgle..." he groaned weakly, still feeling the dark ooze still stuck within his throat while trying to get a good look at the figure in question, "W... Whaz happened...?"

Soon enough, the raptor's vision focused a bit more to reveal a feminine ratkin hovering close over his face. Who was this pretty thing? Was she an angel? Desmond instinctually reached out to try and touch her face.

"Whoz... is youz?" he asked her softly.

 

[Skyhunter]

Ratopia, City of Skitterer

As Desmond finally faced his inner demons and had been lucky enough to escape with his life, the antidote that had been concocted from Chucke Chucke's Mutakin bodily sap had begun to work better, because of the Mutakin substance was much more powerful than regular Ratkin contraband, the antidote had begun to work much faster with more effectiveness to it. Desmond would begin to stabilize in a matter of minutes before he had fully been cured of the Night Eye in a matter of a couple of hours. Hrana had been documenting all this on a stone tablet and some sort of black ink from a small bowl. Eventually as Hrana had helped the others with their injuries then sent them off back to the tavern with Barta where they would settle for the night. Hrana got a little... Excited with seeing the feathers on Desmond, with the return of his necklace that Hrana had placed back on his neck. The Ratkin had begun to gently clip and pluck feathers off of Desmond's head.

Shaman Hrana

Eventually Desmond would find himself waking up slowly at the sound of clipping and a cold breeze on his entire head where the small creature would see the face of a female Ratkin in his face with now wide eyes, she said nothing for a couple of moments as Desmond touched her face, she then smiled taking Desmond's claw into her soft and gentle hand. " Hi. " She then released his hand after gently placing it down on his chest then backed up holding a hat that was covered in brown and white feathers where she placed it on top of her head, similar to his own feathers... " I am Shaman Hrana, but you can call me Shaman Hrana. I helped-saved you from the consumption-digestion of Night Eye. " Hrana stated with her hands on her hips looking at Desmond, " How are you feeling-doing Chicken? " Desmond would have a killer headache and not taste anything on his tongue, it was almost numb, but he could still talk. " Your companions-friends brought you here, you were lucky they were able to find something powerful for your antidote, you wouldn't have survived if they didn't find forbidden Mutakin substance. " Hrana stated with a smile. " You should eat-eat something, little Chicken. Here, the kind Barta brought this here for you after your friends went to sleep. " The shaman walked to a table picking up a bowl before making her way back, " Mmm, this smells good-tasty. " Although Desmond also couldn't smell he would come to realize.

Hrana placed the bowl down next to where Desmond had been laying, " You best eat, little chicken. You'll feel better afterwards. " Desmond would cut up beef sticks in the bowl. " Now, while you're eating, can you tell me any effects you're having? " The shaman asked as she picked up a stone tablet in one hand and dipped her finger in a bowl of ink. " In case something like this happens again, I can make them feel better upon waking up. " The Shaman spoke with a eagerness in her voice.

Back at Barta's Tavern

Barta

As Todo and Oden woke up from their rooms and exited out into the Tavern, they would see Barta standing behind his tavern talking with a tired looking Harlow who looked like he hadn't slept all night. Barta looked somewhat tired too. " And what did this figure do to you, Green Knight? " Barta asked. Harlow had shaken his head releasing a deep breath as she leaned on the counter of the bar top. " He had killed me. Slewed me to be exact. It felt so real though. I felt like I knew this man yet never had I met or seen this figure. So corrupt. So evil. So misguided. I knew him... " Harlow brought a hand up to his face and gently rubbed his eyes. " He was angry at me. " Harlow let his hand fall off his face and onto the bar top. Barta had nodded slowly as he poured a small cup of coffee for the knight. " But when he stabbed me with this wicked looking sword and then... Blackness. I heard a females voice, like she was ancient, then I woke up. " As Todo came down to the bar he would remember what had happened between him and Harlow at the Shaman's Pharmecy.

When Todo mentioned the Expiry Queen, this had gained a very out of character reaction from Harlow.

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"Ummm... Awkward question... Does... anyone know what the... Expiry Queen is? ...Kind of a wierd name now that I think of it... Why not just call yourself the Death queen or something... She look in a dictionary for death synonyms...?"

" What? " Harlow snapped his head to Todo, his voice full of shock and malice. " What did you just say!? " The Gale Knight's usual friendly visage had disappeared from his face entirely and replaced with anger. The Gale Knight even quickly made his way over and grabbed Todo by his chest gear and slammed him into the wall behind him, Harlow was a lot stronger than he looked, especially to move someone of Todo's stature with such ferocity and rage. " How do you know of that name, Todo!? " The Gale Knight's eyes were wide and vicious looking. " HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT FUCKING NAME!? " Harlow roared with a incredible rage in his eyes. " Who have you talked to about that forbidden knowledge!? " Harlow had grabbed Todo by his neck and cocked a fist backwards, ready to strike the Pigman.

It was with Hrana's intervention while she was healing Oden that stopped Harlow from striking Todo. Hrana had grabbed Harlow's fist which made Harlow snap out of it and realize what he was doing. He looked away for a moment after releasing Todo. He took a step backwards as Hrana had begun to curse out the knight who hadn't been listening, he walked out quietly without another word while rubbing his own face.

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Todo and Oden hadn't seen the Green Knight since then, " I think someone is coming for me. That sword I recognize too. It's a twisted version of a artifact that holds that figure that Todo mentioned yesterday. " Harlow stated to Barta. " Something my family has been protecting for close to a thousand years. I do not know what has happened to my family since my disappearance. It's sound crazy but I have skipped forward 100 years. I do not know how or when but... I fear something terrible is coming. For me and Ryke. " Harlow sighed, " The nightmare is a revelation. " The knight covered his face with his hands before rubbing his face downwards seeing the cup of coffee in front of him. Harlow took the cup and began to gently sip his coffee. " You're under a lot of stress-strain, Harlow. " Barta stated seeing Todo and Oden. Barta was there for Harlow's sudden outburst. He looked back to Harlow, " So who was that queen that had been mentioned? " The ratkin prodded for answers. Harlow shook his head, " It's better if it's not known. There's a lot of dark history there, Barta. Spanning back to Ryke's inception and to where it is at now. She was the beginning of a dark time and was the end of it. Or so we thought. " The knight quieted down.

Barta then looked over to the owl and pigman, " Well good morning, Todo and Oden. Come, I'll get breakfast ready. " The Ratkin stated. Harlow didn't bother looking back, he looked like he had a very terrible night. " Todo. Oden. I want to apologize for my actions yesterday. That was... Dishonorable and disgusting of me to do. To act in front of you two. I am sorry. " The blonde knight drank his coffee some more.

 

[Orikanyo]

Todo


The sudden shock of being accosted by a person he had deemed reasonable was great. He was used to be yelled at, but not all the sudden, he sort of blubbered and tried getting words out, but its almost like he couldn't get a word IN!

He braced hard, he'd been taking alotta punches lately! But Harlow... didn't strike... He... Well... Hrmm...

...Alright then...

...This trip was turning out pretty terrible...


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A new day(?) Had come, and by accounts it seems they didn't need to worry to much. Though Todo was so tired he barely remembered getting a room and falling asleep on a bed that was round the length of his width. He made a mental note to check his height... maybe weight as well.. But those beds were sturdy to say the least.

Maybe he'd grown? Was he six foot? Maybe of so ladies will want to talk to him!!

...Wait no, still a pig.

Heh.

Gotta laugh sometime.

The pigman had gone down to the tavern floor, where Harlow began to speak again. Explaining himself, even appologizing, which is more than what other humans had done... Outside of when the girls had done it back in the brothel... Not that he was doing anything untoward when your tasked with clean up to occasionally see things and people tend to over react...

Guess he just didn't care much about that thing after the 20th time.

Misstakes happen in the early hours.

But, now he had to speak with Harlow... at least give the answers... "I... How I came upon the knowledge wasn't exactly the most pleasant and happy tale as yea might think..." he snorted lightly. "I was travelling with a fairy friend, very strong who had a large sword. His name is Sage, but we stumbled into the woods after exiting the empire lands... I was freshly given freedom by my misstress, kind soul. But I had to leave... I.. wanted to travel the world abit you see.. find interesting meals and... umm... back on topic..."

The pigman sat down, twiddling his thumbs.

"This.. fairy village was under attack, another fellow was there, I.. think his name was... Harlov...

Its some travel back east, but.. it was under attack by demons and undead... I was frightened for my life... just.. Not a very good fighter you know? Terrified. I... managed to help but... trouble still bloomed... dead and spirits were being controlled.. We had to continue...

There... was a copse, a grove of trees with spirits pinned beneath... visible ghosts... we.. we wrnt towards a church, the others fought but I... I was put under a spell..." he cleared his throat, rubbing his hands together.

"I... was in a field... of roses... speaking with a red haired woman... she was... kind, at first... she seemed to know my plights... I... had no happy life... even before the empire or..." he.. didn't want to speak of his old life... He wants to forget it.. but it all seems to happen again... "she offered me... alot... power... respect... I was almost... accepting... But I... remembered a woman... who taught me a very important lesson. She taught me to know when i'm being used, or flattered... rough but kind, but... I told her no...

She... turned... horrific... swearing to take me. I'm no prize catch yea know but... She.. marked me..." he pulls aside his jacket abit, revealing the mark about his heart, the words carved in scars...

"I don't know whats going on woth her, i'm... I'm terrified of her... Its why I bought the machine, its.. why i'm travelling further...

I... I hope she doesn't follow... I know of some people who go crazy when told no from somebody they view... as lesser..."

 

[Develius]

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Blinking at his ratkin savior, Desmond gave a weak chuckle; his vision still struggling to readjust. Everything was spinning for poor Deinonychian. Despite having exited the nightmare that were his inner-demons, the after effects of that endeavor had utterly discombobulated his system. An awful headache pulsed through his tiny skull; while his tongue felt numb and tasteless. He might as well be still in Hell if it weren't for the fact he could comfortably and audibly think without bursting a few mental aneurysms.

"Desmond feelz... hoooooorible." the poor raptor croaked as he tried slowly bringing himself up into a decent sitting posture, "But... alivez?"

He then eyes Shaman Hrana, squinting at her intently as he noticed something particular about her attire. She adorned a collections feathers on her attire... brown and white ones. They looked suspiciously like his. And come to think of it, he felt like certain parts of his body were feeling kinda... cooler than most. "Waitaminutez..." Desmond muttered as he felt around his body, under his attire, "Arez those Desmond'z-?"

The Shaman quickly continued her piece, stating how his friends helped save him by miraculously finding a special ingredient and how he wouldn't have lived if it wasn't for their discovery. Oh that's right, the substance he ate outta Chucke Chucke's hand! The Night Eye as they called it. This was how he got into this whole mess? And his friends! Desmond tried glancing around at where his friends should be, only to find that they weren't here. It was both a blessing and a curse that they weren't here. A blessing that he wouldn't want them to see him in the state that he was. A curse being how he couldn't apologize to them now.

The ratkin only seemed to smile before giving him a bowl of a familiar snack. Beef sticks! Desmond's mood brightened a bit upon seeing these delicious stacks of meat being cut in front of him. A shame he couldn't smell their aroma yet... but he didn't have to smell them to remember their gamey scent. His eyes began watering happily, sniffling with a grateful expression. "T-T-Thank youz kindly Shaman!" And with that he begins nibbling at the contents.

While he did, the Shaman asked what affects he's having at the moment - as a means to treat others whenever this would happen again. Desmond paused after downing a beef stick. "Lez see... umz... Dezmond haz... terriblez headache." He felt his temples strain upon fixating in that condition, "Ermz... Dezmond can't taste or smellz anything rightz now..."

Putting a claw under his raised chin, the raptor attempted to recall the experiences he had during the feverish nightmare... but found himself hitting a mental wall. Turned out he couldn't remember it... at least most of it. Bits and pieces could be extracted, but most of the story seemed to be lost. The shaman could see that he was struggling to remember something properly, finding difficultly in doing so. Was it just the normal affects of coming out of a dream... or was it a purposeful forgetfulness? A means to protect him? He couldn't tell.

"Dezmondz had a... dreamz?" he recalled unsurely, "Dezmond... met somebody nice... then went somewhere realz bad... Dezmond fell... Dezmond ran... Dezmond was... scared. Confusedz? Erm... Dezmond... can't remember much else."

He then looked at the Shaman with shame in his wide amber eyes.

"D-Dezmond'z sorry for the trouble..." he groveled with wobbled as he lowered his head, "Dezmond was stupid. Stupid stupid... very stupid. Dezmond should've been morez careful. Never trustz strangerz... nor substancez."

The raptor took a quick peak around the room, searching for where his friends are.

"T...Tell frens that Dezmond is sorryz. It wont'z happen again, swear on Dezmond'z heart n' fingers crossed."

 

[Skyhunter]

Ratopia, City of Skitterer

Shaman Hrana

Hrana's eyes widen just a bit when she was asked if the hat of feathers was made out of his feathers and the Shaman didn't know how to answer and quickly shrugged. Can't tell a lie if you don't tell the truth she believed. A weird thing to believe in. As Desmond told his symptoms, Hrana would use her chisel to carve it all into stone whenever Desmond spoke of them, although it was taking too long and Hrana chucked the stone tablet across the room, she would just remember it all... Hopefully. Although As Desmond kept speaking, she would gather ingredients from her many shelves and begin adding them into a small bowl, after explaining them all Hrana began to smash them up. " This is very new-recent to me too, but I will do my best-best to get you better. " Hrana offered a gentle and reassuring smile to the small creature. Although as Desmond began to explain a small bit of his traumatic experience, the Shaman stared over at him.

The chicken was actually apologizing for his foolishness in accepting that dangerous strain of Night Eye. Well, all Ratkin drugs were dangerous to those that weren't Ratkin. Desmond was lucky that a Mutakin had appeared for them to take goop off of to create a better antidote. He would have died without it. The chicken was incredibly lucky, Hrana could not express it anymore, the chicken should not be alive right now. " Do not apologize, it is okay-fine. " Hrana explained, " Chucke Chucke was a manipulator-mastermind. He could scam-screw almost anyone out of their Night Eye or Red Padiratris. You don't want to know what that is, chicken. " Hrana moved over to Desmond and offered the bowl to the small creature. " Drink this, lucky for you there is no taste right now otherwise you might hate-dislike this. " The Shaman spoke as she forced it to Desmond's maw and poured the sticky liquid down into his gullet. Afterwards she pulled away and moved back to her workstation. " Your friend-companions are at the tavern where you all ate at. " She explained as she then turned around. " They were very worried about you, chicken. Come on. I'll take you there. " She still held her smile and waved him to follow her.

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At the tavern, Harlow stared darkly at the bar top, Sage sounded familiar... Was that the fairy that he met in that forest? It didn't matter now. The next name, Harkov, didn't sound familiar to him but it... Resonated with him. It was the name of his father before he passed away. But this named man sounded more than just a name. It felt very... Connected was the only way Harlow could describe it. The scene afterwards that Todo described did get Harlow to look at the pig. His mood and attitude were different, very uncharacteristic of him to be so dour. Then the description of the woman had Harlow's eyes narrow, " Rosan Bulvark. " Harlow clenched a fist as he stood up. " Todo. You met the Expiry Queen for sure. She was a tyrannical figure back when Ryke was still getting off its feet. She had a brother, who was named Ryke. My family, the Evergrant family is a branching family of the Bulvark name. Half royalty if you want to say. The Bulvark family was at war with each other. Brother and Sister killed their family then controlled two kingdoms. They ended up fighting each other even before we established a kingdom, they fought. Eventually, enough was enough, the civilians had enough. The Evergrant Family was in line with another family that resided with the brother, and they committed a coup. Leading a charge on both kingdoms and killed both brother and sister. Although before they had been killed, they both dabbled in dark magics. They saved their dark souls and we had to lock both of them away for them to not return. Otherwise, they will have a claim of right to the current throne. The brother I don't know what happened to him. The sister, Rosan. They trapped in a Fae hero's sword as it was the purest of magic to keep someone like her trapped. But I guess it even wasn't enough. She still had some influence it seemed. I must go back and take the sword. " Harlow stated. " This a history that has been lost to the test of time, wiped away from the books. It is better that Ryke is not known to have started from the seeds of tyranny. They do not need to be remembered. This knowledge is passed down from generation to generation. The being within the sword tempts anyone it can. Be careful Todo. " The knight sighed, he spoke like he was already dead.

As Harlow quieted down, the doors would open and in walked both Skrrt and Dirv, along with a small band of Ratkin that were ready for battle. " It is time to go, you lot. " Dirv announced. Shaman Hrana would move through the small crowd of armed Ratkin where Desmond would come back into frame. Harlow held a smile on his face seeing the little creature safe and sound. Although his entire head was plucked and snipped, Hrana wore a hat on her head that had the same colors of Desmond's.

As goodbyes were said, the journey out of Ratopia began, whoever named the city sure was creative. Eventually, the group would travel through a series of tunnels till they reached the surface again. Lucky for them nothing happened along the way. As the group exited the cave systems, the feel of the sun on their bodies and skin would be immaculate and extraordinary. The journey continues...

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Thank you all for joining me on this RP, not one of my best personally but I hope you all enjoyed it! Until next time, friends.

 

[Novama]

Isekai Hell RP Grade​

Mentions: Skyhunter Orikanyo SilverFeathers Develius

Fun and games with drugs. A very long fun and games with drugs. You guys really took your time with this one. Those of you that made it to the end, good job finishing it.

Aftermath
there are rat bois doing rat things

Rewards

skyhunter - 74pts

Desmond - 105pts
Optional title acquired - [Drug Addict] - Character has tried a very powerful drug and received a very potent high. They may spend the rest of their lives searching for that high again, never quite finding it till it kills them.


Oden - 57pts
Optional title acquired - [Winged Warrior] - Character can fight and fly with wings.

Todo - 39pts
Optional title acquired - [Furious Oinkster] - Pig based character showing a strong sense of justice with developing combat skills.