06-22-2018, 10:08 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-22-2018, 11:15 AM by Wyatt the Swift.)
The tension in the Moors’ already murky air swallowed the group of primes. Atelos and Shang had decided to take the lead in tracking down this monstrous beast. One would think that finding such a massive creature would be simple, however, the mysterious forces of the Omniverse has decided otherwise. Omni has a particular sense of humor and it would not surprise the Spartan that any difficulty that the primes had in tracking the beast would appease the sadistic god.
Through the foggy mist that continued to linger in the air, Atelos could see the destructive beasts path. The Tarrasque had clearly gone through the trees, the proud forest shredded and torn apart as if it were toothpicks. The Spartan grunted and pointed ahead into the canopy, “Look there sorcerer. The monster is clearly headed west.”
“Wow Atelos, your observation is as keen as ever,” Shang replied with a smug grin on his face. Atelos smirked at his friends wit, never wasting a good opportunity to tease and prod one another. The Spartan turned his head back towards the rest of the group, each of them had divided up into their own separate cliques, occasionally shooting dirty looks towards each other.
“What seems to be the issue with this Illidan and Strazio?” Atelos mumbled to his partner. The sorcerer turned back to look at the Night Elf before speaking.
“You do recall that you were on a mission during the Siege of Darkshire correct?”
“Yes,” Atelos replied shamefully. It was one of his biggest regrets that he failed to defend his city during one of its most dire times.
“Illidan was the leader of the sieging forces,” Shang spoke dryly. It had seemed that he had already gotten over the matter. Atelos nodded at the fact and continued on the path to the forest. The sorcerer raised an eyebrow at the Captain of Darkshire, “You seem eerily calm at the matter?”
Atelos shook his head, “I will not let the past hinder my relationship with current allies. Many of us will die in the forthcoming battle regardless. Any additional help is greatly appreciated. However, it would be a lie to say that I do not hold my reservations against the elf.”
The group had reached the edge of the forest, and the mist had almost swallowed the group whole. Atelos coughed as they approached the broken forest and he could hear ominous moans coming from within the trees. From behind, they could hear Strazio mumble something to Gamzee.
“Great. I needed something to wail on.”
Shang snickered and whispered to Atelos, “They don’t call him the Avatar of Rage for nothing.” His temporary wide grin, almost immediately disappeared as the moaning grew.
“Halt!” Atelos shouted, outstretching his arm to prevent the group from moving forward. Shang was the first to speak, “What is it Spartan?” Atelos ignored his words and focused on summoning a map of The Moors. It has been so long since he has used the material it felt like he was brushing off cobwebs of an ancient cog.
Outstretching his hand, Atelos let the omnillium flow through him. During the process, he could hear his daemon hiss, NO! Do not use it for such frivolous things. Shoving those thoughts away he focused on creating the map he had built all of these years. Within a minute the map fizzled into existence into his palm. Rushing to open it, his heart dropped.
“Just as I thought,” Atelos groaned, “This is the Forest of the Lost.”
Strazio piped up, “What the hell is that?”
Atelos shot a glare at the Avatar of Rage, “I have no clue. None of my scouting parties has ever returned from this place. I eventually just stopped sending them.”
Illidan nodded along, “I have had the same issue. We call it something different but it has been deemed no man's land. "
Clearly irritated at the situation, Strazio seethed at the two, “Well, can we go around it?”
Atelos shook his head, “It would take days for us to move around and we would lose the trail of the monster.”
“What now then?” Strazio put his hands up and crossed his arms over his chest.
The group pondered for a while before Shang, of course, spoke up with a plan. “We encountered something similar before, Atelos. Why not keep hold of one another? We may get lost, but the group will stick together.”
The Spartan firmly nodded, “That is a solid plan, Sorcerer. I knew there was a reason why I keep you around.” He had a quick laugh to himself while Shang rolled his eyes in response.
Strazio was not having it, however. “I will not touch nor trust him!” His finger was set on Illidan. The poor night elf, however, was not offended by this accusation. Before he could defend himself, Atelos spoke up on his behalf.
“If you wish to slay this beast then you are going to have to. This thing is more destructive than anything you have seen. If you cannot get over your petty grievances, then head home with your tail tucked between your legs. That’s an order.” Atelos shouted. With that, he strode forward with Shang’s hands on his shoulders. Illidan and Gamzee followed suit, with a disgruntled Strazio resentfully obeying. The group took three steps into the forest before the mist swallowed them whole, threatening to never release them to the outside world.
Through the foggy mist that continued to linger in the air, Atelos could see the destructive beasts path. The Tarrasque had clearly gone through the trees, the proud forest shredded and torn apart as if it were toothpicks. The Spartan grunted and pointed ahead into the canopy, “Look there sorcerer. The monster is clearly headed west.”
“Wow Atelos, your observation is as keen as ever,” Shang replied with a smug grin on his face. Atelos smirked at his friends wit, never wasting a good opportunity to tease and prod one another. The Spartan turned his head back towards the rest of the group, each of them had divided up into their own separate cliques, occasionally shooting dirty looks towards each other.
“What seems to be the issue with this Illidan and Strazio?” Atelos mumbled to his partner. The sorcerer turned back to look at the Night Elf before speaking.
“You do recall that you were on a mission during the Siege of Darkshire correct?”
“Yes,” Atelos replied shamefully. It was one of his biggest regrets that he failed to defend his city during one of its most dire times.
“Illidan was the leader of the sieging forces,” Shang spoke dryly. It had seemed that he had already gotten over the matter. Atelos nodded at the fact and continued on the path to the forest. The sorcerer raised an eyebrow at the Captain of Darkshire, “You seem eerily calm at the matter?”
Atelos shook his head, “I will not let the past hinder my relationship with current allies. Many of us will die in the forthcoming battle regardless. Any additional help is greatly appreciated. However, it would be a lie to say that I do not hold my reservations against the elf.”
The group had reached the edge of the forest, and the mist had almost swallowed the group whole. Atelos coughed as they approached the broken forest and he could hear ominous moans coming from within the trees. From behind, they could hear Strazio mumble something to Gamzee.
“Great. I needed something to wail on.”
Shang snickered and whispered to Atelos, “They don’t call him the Avatar of Rage for nothing.” His temporary wide grin, almost immediately disappeared as the moaning grew.
“Halt!” Atelos shouted, outstretching his arm to prevent the group from moving forward. Shang was the first to speak, “What is it Spartan?” Atelos ignored his words and focused on summoning a map of The Moors. It has been so long since he has used the material it felt like he was brushing off cobwebs of an ancient cog.
Outstretching his hand, Atelos let the omnillium flow through him. During the process, he could hear his daemon hiss, NO! Do not use it for such frivolous things. Shoving those thoughts away he focused on creating the map he had built all of these years. Within a minute the map fizzled into existence into his palm. Rushing to open it, his heart dropped.
“Just as I thought,” Atelos groaned, “This is the Forest of the Lost.”
Strazio piped up, “What the hell is that?”
Atelos shot a glare at the Avatar of Rage, “I have no clue. None of my scouting parties has ever returned from this place. I eventually just stopped sending them.”
Illidan nodded along, “I have had the same issue. We call it something different but it has been deemed no man's land. "
Clearly irritated at the situation, Strazio seethed at the two, “Well, can we go around it?”
Atelos shook his head, “It would take days for us to move around and we would lose the trail of the monster.”
“What now then?” Strazio put his hands up and crossed his arms over his chest.
The group pondered for a while before Shang, of course, spoke up with a plan. “We encountered something similar before, Atelos. Why not keep hold of one another? We may get lost, but the group will stick together.”
The Spartan firmly nodded, “That is a solid plan, Sorcerer. I knew there was a reason why I keep you around.” He had a quick laugh to himself while Shang rolled his eyes in response.
Strazio was not having it, however. “I will not touch nor trust him!” His finger was set on Illidan. The poor night elf, however, was not offended by this accusation. Before he could defend himself, Atelos spoke up on his behalf.
“If you wish to slay this beast then you are going to have to. This thing is more destructive than anything you have seen. If you cannot get over your petty grievances, then head home with your tail tucked between your legs. That’s an order.” Atelos shouted. With that, he strode forward with Shang’s hands on his shoulders. Illidan and Gamzee followed suit, with a disgruntled Strazio resentfully obeying. The group took three steps into the forest before the mist swallowed them whole, threatening to never release them to the outside world.