New toys (Irriari)

[Vetala]

35th Day of Spring, 511 AV

As the young Zith spoke her mind towards the golem a figure slowly walked towards the dock. The figure was another box on wheels however a much larger box then the golem already on the dock. Without any sign of warning a small area off the front of the golem flipped open yet as soon as it did an blast of lightening stuck out warping around the Zith.

Darkness overcame Irriari as none of the sailors made a sound as they unloaded the ship. The lightening only stopped once the zith was unconscious. The little opening then sealed up with another area sliding open using magic to pick up the sleeping Zith placing her inside the box before moving back towards the island.


Bells would pass before Irriari would wake yet when she did she would find herself in a empty bare cave like room. Bugs of different types were crawling all over her bare body yet her items that she had would not be in the room. The lack of light would not even bother a Zith for their night vision was the best of the races letting her see only one way in and out of the cave. A large thick metal door that was covered in different runes with no handle.

The only sounds that could be heard would be the sound of all the bugs crawling around which covered the floor of the cave and most of her body along her back, stomach, legs and arms. A few even found themselves in her hair and along the back of her ears.

ooc: The effects of the lightening as follows: Body will be stiff for next day. Headache along the back of the skull which will last half a day.

[Irriari]

As soon as Irriari was finished speaking she saw light and instinctively closed her eyes against the bright assault. Only it wasn't light, it was pain and it was all over her body, pulsing, zapping and frying her nerves as it went. She tried in vain to open her eyes once more but it was too bright and too painful. And then the light was gone.

Irriari opened her eyes slowly, as it was a habit she had picked up in the caverns. You never knew who or what was above or around you, better to take a breath, then, wait and see. But as she took her first breath a bug crawled across her lips and she panicked. Irriari sprang to her feet, but sank down to her knees almost instantly. Her legs were sore and would not do her bidding and her skull was being pounded at by a hammer. Maybe she was being overly dramatic, but it did hurt.

The bugs were everywhere, crawling and slithering, and a select few made noises unlike any she had ever heard. The clicking was incessant and it did nothing to promote the atmosphere. Irriari wiped the bugs away from her face and breathed in again. This at least was a comfort because the damp air reminded her of the caverns. Where was she? She scanned the room quickly, and tried to take in every detail. Her bow and quiver were gone. She was in a small room and other than her and the bugs the only other notable thing was a door. She noticed the lack of a handle but wasn't deterred by it. Maybe this was all some cruel joke? A trial by fire, perhaps?

Irriari slowly stood up, using the wall for a support and walked towards the door, hesitant to touch it. Runes were inscribed into the face of it and that made her all the more wary. The bugs were still crawling about her and driving her mad as they climbed up and down her legs and arms. She swatted a few of them into the air and clawed at the ones on the ground near to her. They died quickly when faced with her claws and anger. For once her bow would not help her, unless she planned to shoot every bug.

She stared at the door angrily and swore loudly both in Zithanese and Common, in case anyone was privy to her torment. She would make them pay, whoever they were. She had come to learn, not to suffer this horrid humiliation. They could have simply turned her away, but now she was here, surrounded by these disgusting insects.

Irriari screamed again and punched the metal door. If she lived long enough to get out of here that golem, and whoever controlled it would be sorry.

[Vetala]

As Irriari punched the metal door a flash of blue light flared along it lighting the cave before fading into nothingness. If she punched again it would do the same thing once more and keep flaring if she kept trying to harm the door in anyway.

As the chimes passed a low steady sound slowly filled the room. Along the back floor a larger bug moved closer towards Irriari. A once sleeping bug now awoken from the sounds of her beating along the door. The bug was more of a large dog size black beetle. A large strip ran down its spine however the color could not be placed.

The hard exoskeleton and sharp pincers stood out the most in her night vision sight as it came towards her pushing the other bugs to the side as if they were water droplets however it was using the same bugs as a cover as it slept.

Clearly it was seeing Irriari as food as the pincers opened and closed over and over as it slowly came closer and closer leaving only a foot from her. Yet how long as it since even Irriari had any type of food in her stomach? Would she not understand the bugs feelings towards food as her own stomach made sounds of displeasure.

[Irriari]

As her fist connected with the cold metal the door and its runes flared blue. It would almost be pretty if it didn't scare her. She didn't want to punch or so much as poke the door again, at least not yet. Her anger could have gotten her killed as so many of her brothers and sisters had gotten killed from such rash stupidity. This place was already getting to her, and she had forgotten herself in her rage. But that's what she was, wasn't she? A creature, no, a person, filled with rage and anger. It was what made her strong. And she WAS a person, regardless of what any other race called her. She snarled aloud at the thought.

As she pondered the dilemma of who and what she really was Irriari noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. It was a bug. A nasty, foul bug that deserved to be killed. It was moving towards her and it wasn't tiny like the others. This one, the special little annoyance that it was, happened to be the size of a dog. No matter, it would be the size of a pile of guts and limbs when she was done with it.

Sharp pinchers reached out to her, and for a second she had the desire to touch them. Could something so overlooked as a bug truly be dangerous? She shook her head quickly. This place... had she lost her mind? Anything and everything in Sahova was dangerous.

Irriari made a sound of displeasure as she imagined how satisfying it would be to pin the bug to the ground with an arrow, but there was no more time to dwell on such fantasies. She had to act. There was no room to fly here, and spreading her wings would simply make her more of a target for the bug. She doubted the insect would go after her wings, but anything was possible. Irriari moved to the side and waited patiently against the wall. She was tempted to lounge against it, but she doubted the bug would understand or appreciate her smart assery. If the bug kept approaching at its slow pace she could jump on top of it and tear it apart with both clawed hands and feet. It would not be able to attack her for the moment with it's pinchers, but what did the oddly colored stripe on its back mean?

[Vetala]

As the bug moved closer and closer Irriari let her instincts take over as she pounced on top of the bug. Her claws easily breaking past the tough body ripping it apart as if it was a childs toy. However as soon as she ripped two of the limbs off the body the marks along the back begun to glow a deep forest green shade that filled the cave just light the blue door.

Without any warning the beetle turned into an green foggy mist leaving Irriari falling on the ground landing on all fours. The green mist forcing its way inside her body along her nose and mouth as her body started to cough and choke on the mist that once was a beetle. No sign was left from the body of the dire beetle just the foggy thick mist that was warping around her.

Her stiff body now felt like it was on fire from her insides to skin. Her breathing felt weaker and weaker as a pain flared in her lungs before the world once again came to darkness for the second time.

Once she awoke she would find herself laying naked once more yet this time it was in what looked like an old forest. The sounds of birds could be heard about as the sun was beating overhead with heat. Her Zith crafted short bow laid near her feet with her arrows untouched.

If she looked around she would see large trees, bushes and a path which she was laying on. She felt perfect in terms of the body with no stiff limbs or a headache of sorts. Just her stomach was making soft sounds of hunger as she kept hearing the sounds of birds in the trees and other small prey nearby off the dirt trail.

The scent of flowing water was on the soft blowing air that came from the east. No tracks could be seen in the trail path or even around the path other then small prey like animals like rabbits and deers which she would know just from being an Zith and hunting them when other types of food were rare.

The forest around her felt alive with the sounds of life. An prefect place for a hunter wanting to feed. Yet no sign of the cave where she just was or even signs of Sahova were around her from the smells of the island or even the smell of the ocean wind.

[Irriari]

Irriari swore when the bug emitted a bright green light as she tore it apart. Would the dancing light show never cease? At least the kill was clean and wonderful. But when the aura was no more the room began to fill with a hazy mist, and though she tried, Irriari breathed it in. In an instant the mist filled her lungs and she coughed and wretched in an attempt to rid her body from the foul air. It was no use. She was on her back, a place no Zith ever desired to be, and quite possibly dying. Every inch of her skin had turned to molten fire and was twisting her pain tolerance in ways she had never fathomed. And her lungs, how they ached and burned, as if they too were filled with lava. She blinked and clawed the ground in a last attempt to see or feel anything, but she could tell that it was too late. Her vision was swimming and the world in front of her filled with foggy darkness.

When she awoke Irriari glared at tree above her. It had done nothing wrong, but it was good to be in control of her muscles again, so she glared and snarled at the tree as she sat up and tested her muscles. The air was clean, damp and satisfying in every way. It filled her lungs, which were now miraculously healed. She was in a forest of some sort though she cared little for the foliage when she saw her bow and quiver laying close by. Instantly, she was upon them and ever thankful that they were undamaged. She strapped the quiver to her back and nooked an arrow into the bow string. Cautiously, she flapped her wings to bring herself to her feet without bending her knees. She was alive. She had went to Sahova, gotten her pride eaten by a beetle and managed to come out unscathed. But was she truly out of Sahova? She didn't know.

Her stomach growled and for the first time since being attacked she thought about food. Humans were going to be hard to find here, but she could hear birds and animals of all sorts scurrying around the forest. Her favorite slave had tried time and time again to show her the wondrous taste of cooked venison, but in Irriari's opinion it was bland. Humans were so much more flavorful. But she would have to make due with whatever she could, if she could get anything at all. She was a warrior, not a hunter. A large eagle flew above her and she debated shooting it, but it was too high up and she didn't want to lose an arrow over something she knew she could not effectively maim or kill.

After a few minutes of surveying the land a small rabbit hopped across the path in front of her, and it only took a second for her training to take over as she drew the arrow back even further and aimed for the rabbits skull, and then about a half foot to the left where the rabbit would presumably be. It jumped once more and she released the arrow. The armor piercing bullet tore through the rabbits skull and took a small bit of brain matter with it as it burrowed into the dirt. Irriari grabbed the arrow first and cleaned the tip on the rabbits fur. She wouldn't be eating or using the fur, and her arrows had to be in top condition. After she cleaned the arrow, she skinned the rabbit- her first animal that she had hunted. Irriari frowned when she saw where her shot had hit. It was much further to the right than she had planned, and if the rabbit had lept a mere centimeter further she would have missed it completely. Regardless, a meal was a meal and she sank her teeth into the bloody hare and devoured it.

After her impromptu picnic with nature Irriari knew that she had to discern where she was. Thankfully her wings were intact and fully functional. She soared up into the air and weaved her way through the tree branches until she was almost above the canopy. In truth, Irriari wanted to see where she was, but what if she didn't like the answer?

[Vetala]

Her claws did not make the best skinning blade however without the right tools they were better then nothing. Blood stained along her claws and mouth as she quickly ate into the rabbit that was her prey. Yet as she finished eating it her stomach still made sounds of protest which quickly turned into hunger pains as if she still did not eat at all.

Yet soon thoughts of that were pushed out of her head as she took to the skies. One place an zith knew almost better then any bird of prey in hopes to understand where she was. Once she took to the tree line her vision quickly became fuzzy as a sharp pain rose in her skull and a heat flaring inside her lungs.

In her line of vision she could make out two figures in the sky. She could not make them out clearly however any Zith would understand and let it click in there heads that how they were flying they were also Zith which could mean a small colony laid nearby that could help.

The figures were roughly a few miles away give or take however in terms of flight one could catch up to them quickly and maybe they would have answers. Downwards she would be able to make out a spring with a flowing small river just a matter of feet from her position and past that she would be able to see larger forms of herbivores that would not pick a large fight.

The figures were slowly diving past the tree line so she would have to make a choice of what to do as the pain in her body still lasted from her stomach to her head. The pain slowly at a steady rate was getting worse or maybe it could be she was getting more aware of it as her wings kept flapping in the air to keep her afloat.

[Irriari]

Irriari nearly dropped her bow when the first wave of nausea and pain hit. Her head began to throb again and the pain came in rhythmic waves to the flap of her wings. Would it stop if she landed? Or would it simply intensify with every step she took? There were no choices on Sahova, it seemed, only infinitely painful ways of making it through the day. She scanned the skies and the tops of the trees for something, anything that might aid her in her attempts to rid herself from this place, or kill whoever had put her here.

She saw them and nearly screamed for joy. Zith. Her kind. In an instant, she was soaring towards them, up and away from the forest below her. It felt so wonderful to be able to use her wings at long last and though she wanted enjoy the crisp air, she moved faster to catch up with the others. After a short time she was about where she thought they had descended. Irriari yelled out a traditional greeting in Zithanese. It roughly translated to: “Brother, I am here.” She knew it was a rash move and going into a colony without weapons drawn could be dangerous, but she wanted to prove to them that she was no threat, then she could explain everything. They could be like the Zith of Din, but she had to take her chances.

Irriari dropped down out of the sky and hovered slightly beneath the treetops. Where and who were these mysterious Zith? Was she finally free?

[Vetala]

The zith were no were in sight as Irriari flew towards the small two man group however near the ground her eyes caught along signs of a Zith cave entrance not far from her position in the air.

The other figures could have gone inside quickly however no signs of them were left in the air. The scent of ‘home’ filled around her as her wings kept flapping in the air that kept her afloat looking around.

The wind was blowing from the north, a group of clouds moved with haste as the wind picked up letting rays of light from the sun kiss along the world and around Irriari. The bright light did not help Irriari in the bit with the headache getting worse with each passing second however as far as she could see was only forest and land. No signs of ocean or anything of that spoke of Sahova. No the area around her looked more like stories of Falyndar.

The heat inside her lungs was slowly moving along the veins in her body along her arms, legs and wings like her blood was being replaced by hot water. Hints of copper formed along her tongue and inside her mouth as her veins slowly burned.

The Zith Den was close by and it was not unheard for medical people to be in some areas of Zith such as Xy however the stories of Xy had no signs where ever she was but maybe she would find some blessings sooner or later. The sun was overhead past the middle part of the sky which told just how long before night would over take the land and it would be a good handful of Bells before that would happen.

If a Zith Den was here then with luck maybe something humanish would be near by if she looked? Would she take her chances with the Zith or would she try her luck in the middle of the day with looking about for others?

[Irriari]

Irriari descended further, and was puzzled by the absence of the Zith. Had they not heard her call? Were they ignoring her? The pain was slowly building and she wondered if the haze she had inhaled was not only some sort of magical teleporter, but poisonous as well. The light interrupted her thoughts and continued to assault her as it pierced her eyes. She had often wished she could shoot the sun and now was no different.

She landed on the ground lightly and clenched her teeth when the earth sent new waves of pain radiating through her body. It was simply unfair and Irriari wanted to throw a tantrum.

“If you petching bastards have anything to do with Sahova, I swear, I'll skin you both. I'll skin every last petching one of you.”

She smiled. It felt good to be violent and aggressive again, though she knew that her time was running out if this was a poison that required an antidote. The thought produced a hollow laugh from deep in her throat. An antidote? Yes, the bunnies and bears would be ever so happy to assist her. She had noticed a hole when she landed, it was a blatant colony entrance and she wondered why the Zith who resided her did not shield it better. Did they believe themselves to be invincible? It was possible, as many of the feral Zith did.

Irriari decided to journey into the colony, but not without taking some precautions. She checked her bowstring, as she always did and nooked an arrow loosely. If she was to skin anyone she would most likely have to kill them first. Though it was her firm belief that skinning them while they screamed would provide a much better atmosphere overall.

She moved forward, bow drawn and stepped into the darkness.