Evee’s Comments (group member since May 03, 2010)

Evee’s comments from the The World I Want to Create *Roleplaying* group.

Rather-Fellow stared at it. He hadn't moved from the moment the black had appeared. He hadn't made a sound. When Derey spoke he started to shake uncontrollably, holding his head, lightly. "He's back." Rather-Fellow whispered, "He's really back." He turned away and looked at Derey. Fear pierced deep into both of his round eyes.

He grabbed Derey by the hand. Running into the room that she had opened. Inside she saw Calum, collapsed by the side of the wall. His hands were bound and a small stream of dried blood stood out on the left side of his head. Rather-Fellow shook, "We have to get him and get out of here."

He was frantic, pushing her towards Calum. "No time." he whispered, "No time. The blood, the blood moon has rose and the darkness is slowly taking over all of the guardians." He whimpered. "The fortuneteller foresees that no one will survive. Especially the one who defeated him before."

As her powers increased so did Feerie's pain. She screamed in pure agony as the rock was pulled to the side, letting the shadowy glow of firelight come through the opening.

When she stopped the shadow writhed, roiling angrily and disappearing into Feerie's skin. She collapsed and lay on the ground, her mouth open slightly and her eyes staring blankly, black.

"No!" The light in Feerie's eyes came back in an instant. She struggled, fighting back the blackness that was consuming her, "Don't you DARE stop! Calum is in there so don't you DARE hesitate." She struggled upwards, "I'll kill you myself if you don't MOVE THAT ROCK."

She screeched again madly, her eyes glazing over as she struggled. "Calum is all that matters." She said falling to her knees.

Something dark, almost like a shadow formed as she worked. It was at the corner of her eyes, unnoticed. Before she could move it struck, shooting like and arrow towards her.

The next moment Derey was fine. In front of her Feerie shook, the darkness engulfing her. She screamed with pain and rage, her eyes going black.

Rather-Fellow shook his head, "I don't know." He turned to her, "You know about Lila, right?" He said quietly. "This. . .is like what she did, but it's different and there's a darker, stronger shade to it." As he said stronger his voice went softer.

"I battled against Lila more than once but she always was reserved. She had restraint, but this, it gives me a bad feeling."

Rather-Fellow shook his head again, "I really don't know. You'll have to decide for yourself."

((Sorry I haven't commented sooner. I was sick and then I had a load of stuff dumped on me to catch up on.))

Rather-Fellow moved forwards looking anxiously down the long, dark tunnel. Finally they reached something. Squarely and most securely set in the ground was a giant boulder. Rather-Fellow looked at it his eyebrows raised and his mouth pulled down. "Just how do we move that."

Rather-Fellow moved to touch it but then jumped back shivering and giving a soft little hoot. "That's cold." He said. "It feels like. . .essence? How is that possible? It feels new."

Rather-Fellow took them out again a few moments after Taylor disappeared, "It looks like the rumors are true." he said. Then he turned to Derey, "Most likely Calum is the way she came. We need to find him fast, before she comes back."

Feerie seemed as if she would say something violent for a moment, but then at the last second she stopped herself, "You wouldn't understand." She said quietly, "We need to get moving. There isn't time for this."

Rather-Fellow looked solemnly at her and turned away leading them down the tunnels. That's when they heard the tapping of someone coming down the walk-way. Rather-Fellow jerked them into a dark opening they hadn't seen before and they stayed there, silent. A small light came down the hallway, illuminating the small tunnel. A strong-jawed face came down, looking like a disconnected head in the air because of the lighting. It was Taylor. As she came closer they saw her face in more detail. Her eyes were an unnatural shade of green and her face a slightly sweaty, as if she had a fever. Her hand gripped the torch she held tightly and her movements were stiff.

Right in front of their hiding spot she stopped suddenly, coughing violently. Something came up her throat and she spat on the floor. It was blood. She looked at it for a moment and then shook her head, turning away and moving farther down the hall.

Rather-Fellow started to move down the path and stopped, "Maybe it's better if we do this in the dark." He said. "We don't want to be spotted, and I already know the way."

Feerie tensed again. Underneath her breath she growled something unintelligible to anyone who wasn't next to her, which Derey was, "Monster." she said like a curse.

Feerie made no noise, but Derey could barely make out her nodding in the darkness. Rather-Fellow took Derey's hand in his and they started forward.

"If I did this right and we're in the ground section than it's most likely that Calum will be directly underneath us." he said in a low whisper.

Feerie tensed as he spoke, making no sound, but Derey could definitely sense deep anger welling in her.

Feerie swayed, but stayed silent, leaning a bit on Derey. Beside them was a short floating form. "We're in." Whispered Rather-Fellow.

Inside Feerie had finally composed herself, "I take it you know where we're going?" She said.

Rather-Fellow nodded and then grinned, "But the fastest way to get there. . ."

Feerie turned green and her grip tightened on her chair. Even so her face kept a fairly composed look, "Fine." she said.

As the dawn light started to show they moved on. The room melted around them and when they arrived they were welcomed with pitch black darkness.

He gripped her wrist and helped her up with a grin, "Now that's the pretty butt kicking guardian I know and love." He said laughing. "Let's go." he said motioning her into the kitchen.

He patted her back for a while, trying to calm her. Eventually they sat down and he stroked her hair. After a while, when Derey had calmed down he let go.

He smiled softly, "We have our first clue Derey. Those Red Stinger mean that the chaos imps Ferie told us about are involved. They made them."

He stood and held out his hand for her, "Now we just need to get inside their mountain without being noticed and look around." He grinned, "Not so hard, eh?"

Rather-Fellow paused and his look softened. He turned into his elven self and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "It's alright Derey. Just keep up hope. Things will be fine if you just keep that chin up." he said quietly.

Rather-Fellow looked at her sternly. "Don' be tho negathif. Tha'th the latht thing we neeth."

Rather-Fellow scowled at her comment, though before he did he had to check himself a laugh at his own voice, "thith meanth that the mytht or one of hizz men hath been here. Thith blood. . .might be Gabriel'th."

"Fanks." he said, "Vat fing is a red thinger." he said, "I heaven' theen one of those in a long time." he muttered moodily as he nursed his nose.

Then his eyes widened, "In fact I don't fink I've theen one of those things thince the theeling of the mytht."

Rather-Fellow yanked himself out from under the bed with disgust, a red pincer firmly connected to his nose.

He snorted in pain, ineffectively trying to get the small scorpion-like creature away from him.

Rather-fellow's eyes teared as he grabbed it and pulled. Finally the small creatures grip was torn off, taking with is a rather large portion of Rather-Fellow's nose.

Finally getting a good look at the creature Rather-Fellow yelped again and threw it across the room. "Great Goddess Ilandere!" he cried.