(Philip looked back and screamed at everyone.) DO NOT GO NEAR HER! DO NOT TRY TO FIGHT HER! DO NOT!! FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING D O N ' T !!! (He looks back and, despite her lack of pupils, is staring right at him.) WEEEEELLL, if it isn't the foolish alchemist! (Her mouth moves abnormally as she talks.) Riddle me this, won't you? Would you taste like a lemon if I were to bite your throat? (She tilted her head to the side. She had not moved. Philip flinched but spoke back nonetheless.) Leave, Hex. You can't attack those that exist outside of our dimension and you know the consequences if you do. (He was in a fighting stance, readying a spell in case of a strike. He would die, but probably buy the others some time.)
Ragnor & Eve: The glow seems to die down from both, the stone wall crumbling before them
Ragnor: Eyes remain glowing slightly, body tense, and remaining in a stance clearly ready to fight
Eve: Remains close to Ragnor
A creature of the void?
Ragnor: Mutters under his breath to his familiar
Reminds me more like an abomination…should kill it
Eve: Lightly rests her small paw on his shoulder, speaking softly
Ragnor…calm down…I don't think this is one of those beasts…
Ragnor: Seems to be struggling to keep from leaping at the newest creature and beating it to a pulp. Body seems to tremble now and then
N-none of those beast deserve to live…abominations…need.to.DIE
Instantly snaps and launches himself forward, forgetting everything and everyone around, only looking at the newcomer
Eve: NO! DAMN'T RAGNOR!!!
Max: Okay I have questions, many f-cking questions. Like who's this b-ch?
Chesh stared at the creature. She took a vial out of her pocket. In the vial was a red liquid that looked too much like blood and some black droplets swirling around in the blood. She drank the entire contents of the vial. She had a slightly pained look on her face before she gained her composure. She pulled out another vial. This one had a purple liquid in it. She looked at the vial, then the monster, then back at the vial. She put it back. Not yet. Only if she had to.
(The creature called Hex raises her right claw and freezes Ragnor in place. Philip screamed more.) HEX YOU CAN'T KILL AND YOU KNOW THAT!! (She wasn't paying attention. She was rotating him in place, like examining a figurine.) You… would probably taste… like shit. (She flings him to a nearby wall and her smile grows. Philip doesn't move.) Why are you here!? What's your motive?!? (She turns her head slowly and faces Philip once more.) How insulting, alchemist. Since when have you known me as a creature for reason? (Despite being a couple feet away from him, she bends over and is already in eye contact with him.) All I want is a little scare, is all. (She turns her unholy gaze to Max.) … You'd be shit, too. (Philip swallowed.) Return to our world now. Or else. (That "or else" part was unnecessary as he has no control in this situation. She pierces through Philip once more.) Don't fret. I will. (She raises a cursed finger to his throat, just hovering out of a touch.) Just wanna push your buttons a bit more. (Her grin widened ever so slightly.)
Ragnor: Before can get a hit, is frozen in mid-air, instead finding himself being looked at like a insect in a glass jar. Eyes remain glowing bright green now. Tries to make a sound, but only a choked sound comes from his throat. Next thing, he's suddenly thrown across the room with tremendous force, leaving a cracked indent in the wall. Falls to the ground, landing and unmoving
Eve: Ragnor!
Flits over to her fallen master, chirping frantically. Landing on him, trying to get Ragnor to wake
C'mon Ragnor, not now…please…
"Don't touch him." Chesh growled. This was the angriest voice you have ever heard her use. She was in the most relax position ever. Her eyes were closed. She clenched the purple vial in hand. She grabbed Ragnor with her magic and moved him behind her.
(Hex looked over at the small familiar. Her interest was piqued at this creature.) Ah. Now there's something deserving of my bite. (She eyes Eve hungrily and considered how bad the punishments could be. Philip grabbed her attention before her thoughts could decide her actions.) What did you want me for?! (She stopped staring and turned back to Philip once more.) Reminders are important. Didn't you know? (She grinned wider this time, her skull was distorted by such a horrific display. Her eyes remained unchanged, her finger still hovering.) Right here. It's right here, don't you remember? When I tore your throat out? (Philip tensed. This does not need to happen right now.) Did you bleed red or yellow. All my meals are so hard to keep track of, you know? (Philip could feel tears of fear stinging his eyes.) And then the lizard. Oh he was so distraught at the sight of your head! All that might he had died as quick as him! (Her smile, for the first time since her arrival, wavered.) And finally was the whore. (Philip wished he could have struck her then and there, but death was guaranteed if he did.) So easy to kill; too easy! It was insulting! (She grimaced, but still showed off her teeth.) To think she would let herself be devoured, just like that. Stupid whore. (Philip was having enough of this.) ARE YOU LEAVING SOON OR NOT?! (Her smile returned full force and was about to answer. And then she saw Chesh. Philip looked at Chesh with "don't you dare go near her" eyes.)
Eve: Follows quickly as Ragnor is moved. Settled on his chest, her ears laid back, chirping now and then. Hearing the voice directed towards her, turns her small head. The small creature's form is trembling uncontrollably, eyes shining. Starts to speak softly under her breath
F-Faalfeykrojun…oh majestic King of the Forest…h-hear my plea…
Plant-life seems to creep out from the floor around Ragnor's body, as it is where Eve is currently sitting. A soft green glow appearing
Eve: Please…us the m-meek and feeble seek your p-protection…with wings of stone…f-fly swift and true…defend and p-protect us Forest King…
Chesh looked at Philip. She saw the look of fear in his eyes. She closed her eyes and gripped the vial. "Philip. You asked me earlier what I did with magic." She said. "And I responded with protect people?" She said as she looked at him and smiled.
(Philip lost composure.) NO NO. NONONONONONONO. NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONNOONONONNONO NO YOU DON'T!!!
(Hex began to laugh. But, laugh was the wrong word. She sounded like she was choking, but it was obviously cackling. Philip could see up close her disgusting tongue lolling out of her mouth. Even worse, he could see the eyes that trailed up her tongue, and down her throat, most likely one of the many curses she inflicted upon herself for power.) Children. (She began to speak, very, slowly.) Were always my favorite. My favorite meal. My favorite screams. Everything about them is wonderful. (She grinned larger.) You would taste the best in this room. (She looked back to Philip.) I know when my work is done. It's not, but I sadly can't do anything about it. How woeful of me to suffer without my greatest passion unliving as I breathe. (Philip cringed at her choice of words and her gaze. All in all, he's glad it was him and not Hel that had to go through this. A distorted crack on the wall formed behind her. It split larger until a pitch black portal formed. She began to walk backwards. Moving seemed awkward for her, but she was terrifying nonetheless.) Remember, alchemist. Your fate is within my teeth. All your work and life will be forfeit for my maw. As is your dragon, your "child", and your whore. (She dragged the last word out with malice and hatred as she slinks back into the wall, still smiling. Her body disappears, but her two white eyes remain. It isn't until she blinks that Philip knows, she's gone.)
Eve: Still constantly trembling
A deep rumble seems to echo around the entire room. The plants surrounding Even and her master seem to flourish, but all remaining in the same area. As the rumble grows, the plants climb up a wall, creating a round circle. From this, a green energy flourishes as the sound of something like flapping wings. From the strange portal-like hole, a giant, scaly horned head appears
Faalfeykrojun: Who has called my name, and seeks my protection…
Great yellow eyes soon lay on the body before him. The giant beast's eyes narrow, pupils narrowing into thin slits that are nearly lost in the vast yellow. Lips curl back, showing fangs that dwarfed a full-grown man
Eve…what happened?
Eve: Chirps, flying over, and instantly collapsing on the massive dragon's muzzle. Instantly breaks down, tears streaming from eyes
Oh Faal…
Faal: Hush little one, no harm will fall upon you now that I have come
Eyes suddenly shift to the others in the room. The dragon gives a menacing growl that seems to cause the whole room to vibrate
Speak.Now. and I may be merciful enough to grant the one who did this a quick death
Chesh let out a sigh of relief as the creature went away. She ran over to Philip. "Are you okay?" She asked. Thank gods! She didn't have to take it! She put the vial back in her pocket. "Are you hurt?" She asked. She flinched as planets shook the ground. She looked at the man dragon thing who came out of the planets. She jumped violently at his proclamation.
(Philip breathed slowly. That went, way better than he was expecting. He recognizes that the sudden dragon wants an explanation. Without looking at him he talks.) A witch from my world came. A witch known for bloodshed, bloodthirst, and cannibalism. She flung Ragnor into the wall. (He all of a sudden remembers that very important detail and whips his head around.) Is he okay?! (He runs over and readys every healing spell he knows; mending broken bones, knitting together major wounds, head trauma alleviation, all of them.)
Faal: Eyes remain glowing brightly, clearly showing distrust, then looks to Eve who is still on his muzzle, crying
Eve…
Eve: Manages to calm herself, if only slightly, enough to speak
H-he speaks t-t-the truth Faal, these o-others are no t-t-threats
Faal: Makes a 'hmph', suddenly starting to step through the portal created. As his giant paw moves, a glow surrounds his entire form. Once fully stepping through, a tall male stands in the dragon's place. The only thing betraying he isn't human is a pair of horns upon his head with unnaturally dark green hair, and a long tail trailing behind him. Sitting on his shoulder is Eve. Moves over to the fallen Ragnor, kneeling down
Very well, if you say so Eve…now for Ragnor
Starts to lightly prod the other's body, looking for breaks and the such
Eve: settled on the male's shoulder, rubbing her eyes with a paw
His arm…
Faal: Hm?
Looks to Ragnor's metallic arm, noticing the cracked metal. Raises an eyebrow
To break that gauntlet, he must've been tossed with extreme force that could rival a dragon…not even a dragon
Sighs, then looks to Philip
He'll most likely have broken ribs, as well as other broken bones. I am no holy dragon, only a earth and stone, so perhaps you have something that could help with that
(Philip patiently waits for the dragon to turn into a horned human. He kneels down to Ragnor's body.) As a witch, I know a decent handful of healing spells. Hopefully they will suffice. As an alchemist, I could easily mend his arm if I have metal. (He reaches into his robe a pulls out a metallic cube. He murmurs under his breath.) And Hel said it was silly that I carry my ore around. (He sets the ore down and works on mending his ribs. He spreads his hands over Ragnor's chest and allows green energy to seep from his fingers.)
Faal: Nods
Very good
Eyes shift back to the cracked metal gauntlet. Seems to sigh again
Well old friend, let's get that metal off shall we?
While Philip does his magic, Faal carefully takes hold of gauntlet. Mutters softly under his breath, soft clicks sounding as the metal falls off, finally revealing what actually laid underneath…
Eve: Leans over, eyes still shining from the recent tears that had fallen
What should've been a 'human' arm and hand, was instead a demonic looking limb complete with wickedly curved claws and red cracks where bits of steam seemed to seep from
Faal: Shakes his head
Ragnor…Ragnor old boy, what will we do with you
chuckles under his breath, then speaking without glancing over
Hopefully your magic works. Sometimes, in our world, some magical beings or creatures bodies will reject the healing magic of another. The only healing that is guaranteed to work is from a Holy Dragon. However, holy dragons don't often come down to our world, preferring to stay near their places of the gods and goddesses
Eve, did Ragnor take his medicine?
Eve: Y-yes Faal…he did
Faal: Good…I'd much prefer him not becoming an abomination, especially now
(Philip gazed at the crooked limb. It was unlike anything he's ever seen. He thought the metallic arm served as a replacement for an amputation, not a gauntlet. He couldn't dwell on it though. All his attention was focused on Ragnor's ribs. He's not as proficient as Hel, but he can make do with what he has.) Have you known Ragnor long? (Right now was probably not a great time to strike up a conversation, but he needed something to ease the tension for a bit.)
Faal: Watches the other. Leans back to sit down, tail curling around his side
It would be well over 100 years now we have known each other
He was kind enough to help me long ago when I was caught in a trap and said humans that had caught me wanted me dead when in truth, I had done nothing to them. I was simply in their way, as my forest is between this village and Kingdom
In return, I come to his aid when he calls me should he need it
Eve: Ears twitch, remaining on Faal's shoulder, watching intently
I remember that…you tried to smash Ragnor before I appeared
Faal: Rubs the back of his head, giving a sheepish chuckle
Could you blame me then?
Trapped, scared, and faced with another potential person who wanted my head
Eve: Lays her ears back
Fair enough I suppose…
Faal: Granted, as a dragon, my age is old, but young for my kind, being well over 30,000 years old. I don't quite know my exact age, but not a lot of dragons do since we have such long lifespans
Looks to Philip, forked tongue slipping past his lips, testing the air
Hm, well, good news is it seems your magic is working well, and Ragnor's body is accepting the healing, which is a very good sign. Though it may be some time before he awakes
Chesh watched as they began healing Ragnor. She watched the man who was a dragon very intensely just in case he tried to hurt someone. She was very confused by him. He was a dragon and now he was human. Was he a shiftier? No dragons in her world could shift.
(Philip sighed in relief. Ragnor's ribs have safely fused together and his healing process now belongs to time. He pulls his hands away and sits back. That wretched witch… this was probably one the the most benign instances of her intrusion. It truly is a blessing that everyone made it out relatively okay.) Okay. I've done all I can. His bones will heal on their own. (He put his hand to his forehead.) Even though it's a mystery how she got here, I just want to forget it happened at all. Thank goodness Hel wasn't here to see this.
Hel: See what?
Philip: Oh hi HeeeEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAA!!!
(She had apparently materialized out of nowhere. She was sitting next to Philip on the floor and looked around the room perplexed. She looks at Ragnor. Then his arm. Then Faal. Then the trembling Eve. Then Chesh. Then everyone else in the room. She does this for a couple seconds, then looks at Philip.) What the heck happened to y'all?
Chesh tackled Hel in a hug. "Your back! Thank gods!" She said from on top of Hel. "I was starting to wonder if that thing got you." She said laugh crying.
(Hel laughed as she felt her friend tackle her but stopped when she saw the tears.) Wait, you’re crying? And what “thing”? Did something attack you guys? Was it a dragon?? If I missed a dragon fight I’m gonna be pissed! (She feigned grumpiness, but seeing Philips face of pure fear made her freeze.) Hon? What’s wrong? (Philip readjusted himself accordingly.) N-nothing, you just… startled me… uh… some beast from Ragnor’s world came and attacked us. It was handled briefly, but Ragnor got injured. (Hel crosses her arms in defiance.) Uh huh, yeah, no. I see you fiddling your fingers, don’t lie and tell me what happened. (Philip cursed under his breath. He can’t belive she noticed. He stays silent and avoids eye contact.)
"We got attacked by a thing that Philip seemed to know. It kept commenting on how Philip would decide something and how each on of us would taste." Chesh said hugging Hel tighter. Chesh had never seen anything like that before. To say she was rattled was an huge understatement.
(Hel became quiet. She scanned the floor intensely. She looked at Philip with an oddly serene look on her face.) So… she came, huh? (Philip looked down. He nodded. Hel gave a long, tired sigh.) Did she get anyone? (He points at Ragnor.) Philip: Threw him against the wall. His arm was already like that. (Hel nodded quietly. She had a bitter frown on her face.) Hel: Did she hurt you? (Philip shook his head.) Philip: I’ll have to be tested if her breath cursed me, but other than that I hope I’m okay. (Hel shook ever so slightly. Her breath smelled awful up close, like a corpse was in her throat. She hugged Chesh tightly.) Hel: Please tell me she didn’t hurt you? (She patted Chesh’s hair reassuringly.)
