The Devil Inside

[Omenis ] " You havent.......how so?" head turning as the bright sparks appear.....a smile as she sees Cuch yet there was something different about him this time.....still the feeling of wrongness there...yet it seemed darker....deeper..." hello Cuch......would you like to jion us...?"

Siph Looks at Cuc and then Omenis, "You know him?"

Omenis looks to Siph...." Yes....is something wrong...Cuch is a friend "

Siph "I can sense evil within him, maybe I'm wrong but stay close to me." Looks a Cuch, "Your more then welcome to join us if you wish."

Cuchulian seemed to enjoy feeding off the hopes and dreams of the innocents, giveing them despair and loathing. Yet it seemed he still had control of himself, from the being that controlled him. He stares at Omenis, wondering what it could be that this poor, girl had that seemed to hold him at bay for a moment only...."Why, would i do that, understand this Omenis, I am not who i used to be, i only came here to kill, but looks like i should choose who i want first, he he he he...." There was indeed something darker and deeper inside him, the very spirit of chaos seemed to control him, to distrurb his current mind...He changes his stance, eying all in the room, he could even feel another entity that felt somehow familiar to him....Cuchulian begins to surge and swell with power, an arua can be seen, one that was peaceful but itself looked demonic, it was the same soft green hue, but it had, demons, spirits hovering all above him. A crimson lightning seems to wrap it self around him.

Omenis blinks at Siph not understanding what evil is..." Cuch will not harm me..." head turning and looking up at Cuch...." will you...?" her brows knit slightly she knew that kill meant ceasing to be....her eyes puzzled and worried as they watch the male standing in front of her

Tandrall remembers these gardens well, and is more than happy to have returned to walk amonst its beauty once more. Hooved feet plod along, preferring the softness of grass beneath his feet to the hardness of cobblestone ... his horned head turns this way and that, gazing about his surroundings, all the timeless beauty of woven patterns of flowers delighting his potent senses. Unfortunately, however, his admiration of beauty is short lived, as a pungent demonic stench catches in his nostrils ... his horned head quickly turns to regard the group of three, Omenis, Siph, and Cuchulian, quickly on guard for coming danger.

Siph He continues watch Cuch, "Ok Omenis I will trust you and I believe he will not harm you if you say he wont."

[daimion ] walks in, watching the conversations taking place....sits down a listens.

Omenis tilts her head a little studying Cuch.....her words soft....." What has happned to change you....are you feeling....wrong?" even now she did not know some words that would best describe situations....of those here she would probably be the one least alarmed

Cuchulian seemed to be loosing control of himself, his tanited blood was boiling to such a high degree that a madness seemed to overpower him, he continues standing there calling apoun power, swelling with so much power, even sweat can be seen dripping off his face. Storm clouds seemed to gather in the sky, surging with power, thunder can be seen exploding onto the surface of the earth, the very air seemed to become different stale to say. The air was even glowing, glowing with chaos, it was nomore pure, but Polluted with the same energies that was gathering inside the former hero, he was indeed a shadow of his former self...."W..what ...ma..makes you thi...nk you know me ...so..so ..well!"...he seemed to struggle with the words coming out of his mouth, he wanted mureder, he wanted destruction, but there was something holding him back...." Omenis i am different. I am possesed by an ancient evil, that same the controls Noc. I need help."....Those words seemed to be pure, words spoken of the true hero, but now

Cuchulian chaos seemed to control him once more, the blood lust was runnig through his veins, to strong to control....It seemed that he was gathering power for something, but what was it for, only time will tell

[ChuKeLiang ] Treading slowly upon the pebbly path of the everflourishing garden, the lad clad in bright greens and white moved slowly with care in each step, his slippers sliding against the ground rather than lifting. Placed between his hands was a small octagonal mirror, on each side a little trigram and a different colour too. Beyond the light sound of the bells on the tips of his cap, the clammer of somebody else seemed to catch his attention, slowly sliding to a halt as two viridescent eyes looked over with his mouth curved into a small timid curve. "What's that?"

Siph Stands up eyes beginning to turn red from all the evil that is gathering, "Omenis if he goes for you I have no choice but to protect you, i know you dont like violence but his is one of those times I was telling you about." He looks down at her, "Calm your friend down please, I wish not to fight.

Tandrall watches the increasing display of evil power surging with wide, frightened eyes. In the face of such awesome might he is half tempted to turn tail and run as fast as his furry legs can carry him ... but the sight of the others nearby brings an equal fear for Omenis and Siph's own safety, standing as they are within the path of danger ... so for the sake of protecting the innocent, Tandrall does the only thing he can think to do. Starting as a low humm, a single pure note sound forth, ringing with the clarity of a silver bell across the landscape, and quickly followed by a long and serene melody of piercing clarity, the song of an angel backed with all the power this hardy musician can conjure as he sings the Hymn of Purity, a song that lends strength to all things holy and gives pain to all those of evil heart. He sings on, hoping to turn the coming tide of darkness back to light, or at least slow its progress ...

Omenis sideglances to Siph...pushing herself up to stand....eyes looking up at the difference even in appearances....as she steps towards Cuch.....her hand reaching out towards the sotest of smiles upon her lips...." I am here Cuch.....tell me what you wish to do no one here wishes you pain nor you them I will help you you know that if I can "

Crescentmoon walks into the room, looking around, her hazel eyes sparkling

Crescentmoon coughs "garden i mean" coughs again ))

[ChuKeLiang ] The exchange of warnings of what might occur, those voices spoken with quieted unease, only caused the boy's curiousity to take further hold and push him to continue towards the group, a pair of wide jade eyes never moving from them as he proceeded forth. Incantations could be heard, the start of something either miraculous or baleful to whatever may be. Chu stopped just outside the group and kept quiet, intent on watching until he knew further of what was occuring.

Minx_Edina smirked as she would boldly make her enterance. Those curious amber orbs of hers penetrated each form, looking them over for weaknesses and strengths. A coy smile spread over her parted cherubs as she walked, silken hair pouring over her shoulders like wine from a goblet. Her delicate frame was quite decieving and she only seemed to be unarmed as she slid into the Garden. She loved it so far. Such displays often made her feel well at home.

Crescentmoon she looks at the strange things occuring in this prisine garden. The rain would come soon and would soak her and these people she had never met before. She sees a boy, approaching the group of strange people and goes to crouch near him, staying silent, making sure no one notices her.

Crescentmoon Her long mahogany hair fell down to the small of her back in a braid, her hazel eyes seached the cloudy night sky. The ground was already saturated and squished underneath her feet. She let out a curse and hid behind a convienently placed rock that was covered partly in rebirth moss. It amazed her how this strange plant was all but dead until the rain came giving it life again. She shook off the thoughts of the plants and allowed herself sink down onto the watery ground.

Siph Watches Omenis closely, but still is not sure of whats going to happen next. He puts his right hand onto his sword readying himself for battle so he could be ready, "Cuch calm down, like Omenis said no one here wishes you pain."

Tandrall stands apart from any other, a safe distance away from the glaring displays of power and gathering energy, still singing that glorious Hymn in hopes of keeping whatever evil powers may be at work here at bay, never letting his voice falter for a moment lest the power of his voice fade ... and so his unearthly voice sounds all about the garden nearby, clearly heard by all who are present and possibly giving indication that something may yet be amiss in the beauty of the gardens ...

Minx_Edina only smiled at the Hymm as she walked along, trailing her nimble fingers through the shrubbery around her. What a beautiful place, despite whatever was happening. She'd easily detatch herself and duck behind a row of hedges, now out of sight. She moved against the green grass as her white sundress caressed it upon laying there. A smile continued over her lips as she closed her eyes, fingers idly roaming through't.

Crescentmoon Hears a wonderful sound, it echoing in her mind, calmed her. It was as if the sound would send all the darkness away, and the sun would rise in the sky, allowing the sun to bathe the ground, warming it. The grass would grow tall and beautiful, nothing compared to this night, dark and boding, no hope in it.

Cuchulian seemed to notice that the bard was playing a song, of much strength and purtiy. It seemed to be soathing but disgusting at the same time, he could not stand what he was feeling, the gathering of his powers seemed to be slowing down, to an almost standstill...His anger changes to fury, how would anyone dare play that disgusting song he would have to change the current predicmant to his favour once more....He strapped his axe once more onto his legs paddings, he then equips his bow with dragon bone tipped arrows, one of the most powerdul arrows there were in his arsenal, he then vanishes from the spot where stands, only re-materilzing into the sky, right above Tandrall..."Ha ha ha, i will not kneel to any man!"...Cuchulian takes aim with a single arrow and sends it loose towards Tandrall, the arrow itself seemed to reverberate with essence of chaos in the air. Suddenly it spilts itself into two, and seemed to repeat the process, duplicating itself non stop. At that moment cuchulian begins to call apoun the

Cuchulian one power,he seemed to be threading the very air, and winf into a ball of energy held onto his hand. He then ties a single thread as connection to himself and the orb, he then begins to control the very power of the air, making a defencive wall around him of winds blowing at high speeds, he then decides to something almost differnent to usual, he creates a massive gale with the orb and sends it hurling right behinds the arrows....The was death flying in the sky, a thousand arrows attempting to strike Tandrall, with the power of the winds behinde it, it would have utmost power, and speed, making it almost invincible, he wanted to see how the bard would try to rid himelf of the oncomming slaughter...he then materlizes make to where he was standing previously, hearing the words of Omenis, and her friend, seeing the smile from her face, the plea for him to stop this madness. At that moment, he seemed to collapse onto the earth..." Im sorry Omenis, i am controlled by an ancient evil." He lays on the ground

[ChuKeLiang ] Upon the bradishing of a weapon, the blade itself filling the lad with a slight sense of dread, Chu took a couple of awkward steps back, rotating the mirror between his hands ever so slightly as he moved. Pain? Would blood be drawn within this beautiful garden, staining what wonderful flora that welcomed him in with a deep and horrid crimson? That idea stopped his retreat, looking towards the group with a more collected stare. It wouldn't be fair to let tradgedy like that befall the garden, to let acts of violence rob the garden of its tranquility. As the creatures onslaught came, Chu pulled his mirror over his head like a shield and swiftly made his retreat to take refuge under a tree.

Crescentmoon stood up, feeling a strange change in the air. She would return to her forest, where all was safe, where all she knew existed, where she could be alone. It was safe there, protected by the lady of the woods. There she would find peace, away from these people... None would understand a halfling dragon like herself anyway.

Omenis blinks as Cuch seems to suddenly disappear head turning to look about eyes alightening upon him...her senses more then anything picking up where he was...her body turning as she hurries over to the strange creature Cuch seemed to wish pain....she could not let this happen..this was not being done to feed but a needless act....even the sudden rain of arrows turning into many did not slow her run.... a soft breeze gently lifts...following as if in her wake...

Siph Watches Cuch fall on the ground, his hand moves away from his sword, "Omenis you were right, I'm glad go and help your friend." He watches Omenis never taking his eyes off her.

Tandrall notices early on as the tainted man switches his arsenal, reaching for his bow and arrows of potent dragon bone ... yet no mere musician is Tandrall, guardian of the woodlands ... even as Cuchulian teleports through the air, somehow managing to fire an arrow, split that arrow into a thousand, and cast a burst of wind to speed them on, AND whisk himself through space back to his earlier position, Tandrall has been in motion. After all, so many actions do now happen in mere moments. Swiftly does the satyr roll, his voice at last ceasing as twin scimitars are drawn, a few arrows piercing the back of his cloak as it whirls in his wake, making holes there where Tandrall was only moments before. Tandrall then takes a defensive stance ... only to see the man whisk away again, out of reach. For now he watches, allowing the remains of his song to slowly echo and die away, the effect lingering for a time before at last fading to stillness.

[Tandrall ] **do not happen

[ChuKeLiang ] As soon a arrows flew and landed, an army's strength summoned from but one man over and done with, the philosopher peered out from his hiding place with his breaths quickened from his sudden retreat. Chu jumped with a yelp and rapidly stepped away as his cheek brushed lightly against one of the arrow that had managed to lodge itself in his point of refuge, the large tree that had protected and took care of him. Looking back to the group as he tried to regain his footing, stumbling as he moved back over to them, he looked to be full of caution and of recently passed fear. "So many arrows! Why?!" Chu struggled to understand, though it could've been anything.

Omenis stops unsure what had happened to so many arrows if they were indeed raining down....or disappeared.....

Cuchulian lays on the ground lifelessly, it seemed that song was more powerfull than he thought, he battled to move he needed help, but where could he find it. His strength was depleted, he lay there at the mercy of the very people he tried to murder....The cahotic entity that controlled his mind, seemed to loosen its control over him, his tainted blood was boiling no more, his murderous rage was gone.

Omenis is guessing the arrows have gone.....a look to the creature they had been aimed at to make sure no pain had been caused.....turning slowly to look back at where Cuch lay and Siph stands....a puzzled look dances across her features at the stillness of the male...turning and thus hurries over to them " How is he Siph?"

Siph Looks at Cuch senseing that the evil was gone, Walks up to him hand down his hand, "Take my hand I'll help you up, any friend of Omenis is a friend of mine."

Tandrall narrows his eyes at the still form of Cuchulian, as well as the other pair standing over him. A side glance is given to his cloak where a pair of arrows tore through, tugging at the spot and frowning, not at all pleased. "Hmph." He doesn't seem to catch Omenis's concerned glance while thus distracted, but rises out of his defensive stance none-the-less, making his way toward the others and sheathing his twin blades along the way, his bearing proud and watchful as he regards them curiously, wondering why such a pair would concern themselves with such a rampaging force of destruction. His deep and noble voice calls to Omenis and Siph with concern. "Are you both alright? That was some storm back there," he says, purposefully trying to gloss over so spectacular an event as nothing really fearsome at all. So he stands there, watching for now ...

Omenis glances at the only other being she sees here Chu.....a smile and a nod though quickly her attention goes back to Cuch.....kneeling now beside him...uttering his name softly " Cuchulian?" a hand tentive touching him.....as she looks at first Siph a worried look in her opulent eyes to the creature now calling to them...." Yes yes no paining.....are you...pained?"

ChuKeLiang simply stands and waits, what he has always been good at. What business was it of his to intrude for now?

Tandrall humphs audibly at Omenis's question, chest puffing out proudly. "It'll take better than a grand, flashy display like that to endanger my health, young miss." Tandrall sweeps into a deep bow to the pair, arms to the side. "I am happy to hear you both are unharmed as well, though I question your relationship to such a ... dangerous individual." Tandrall eyes Cuchulain suspiciously, as if his fallen form is merely a ruse to lull him into a false sense of security.

Siph "I honestly dont know him." Looking at Tandrall, "He's a friend of Omenis, and a friend of hers is a friend of mine, thanks you for your help. My name is Siph what is yours?

Cuchulian seemed to struggle with all the pain he was feeling. His body writhed constantly, he was still asleep.

ChuKeLiang takes a couple of short steps back, turning aroudn sharply as the rest of them speak. Perhaps it was best just to leave this one be... Getting involved with something so dangerous was not something that this lad wished to do. With that, no introduction given or taken, he moved towards the gates of the garden.

Siph Grabs his cloak from the ground and covers Cuch with it. Looking over at Omenis, "Is he always this way?

Tandrall nods to the polite fellow. "My name is Tandrall. A pleasure." His gaze turns to the girl. "And you must be Omenis, then?" As the pair speaks over the restless form of Cuchulian, Tandrall takes a step back, keeping his keen ears into their conversation even as he studies Cuchulian with an interrogating eye, wondering what could possibly possess a man of so violent a nature.

Omenis shakes her head..." This is the first time I have seen him pained....though he does....is......he fights " she frowns slightly " He has never been this bad...." her head dips down turning as she lays her cheek upon Cuch's hand for a few seconds...before pulling away..." Something is wrong with him...pains him much.." obvius maybe but still Omenis is simple in her speaking...

Siph "What could cause such a change in a person?" Looks at Omenis, "we need to help his paining, but how?"

Cuchulian seemed to convulse on the earth, his body was regaining its strength, he was a greysyalker, nothing could hold him down once he commences with his form....His body struggles to move, his arm muscles ebgins to rip, and shake as he forces himself to stand up. He looses his balance constantly, struggling to recover himself, until he stands firm and true once more...." Omenis, i may be weak now, but i have control once again, for now lets say. So lets see how the teacher has taught his student, What can bring such a change to any man? Try to remember Nocturity."....he begins to fall onto his knees once more, he hated weakness of any kind, he battled to reach for his axe, he unstraps it, and uses the shaft of the axe as a walking stick, so he could hold his balance one more, there was pain in his eyes.

Tandrall notes the care which the pair seems to share for this nightmare of a man. He ponders, a single hand stroking his chin as he searches his mind for the cause within. "Perhaps possession, or a curse ... a malady, or something worse ..." As the man rises and speaks, the mystery only continues to deepen, leaving Tandrall but a mere bystander to events.

Omenis eases back upon her kneels as she watches Cuch his words worried her.....pushing herself up quickly she glances to Siph.....she had no idea what a possession was nor what it does though if the man before her was any clue to it she will soon find out a frown as brows knit nodding.....Cuch had mentioned Nocturity before..." he was......different to what he once was.....paining people for no reason you...." she steps to Cuch to help if she can in aiding him to stand.....head turning to look at Siph maybe for help.....before looking at Tandrall..." What is ...possession?"

Siph Quickly helps her aid Cuch, "Here let me help!"

Omenis smiles at Siph as he steps forwards to offer his aid.....her arm slips around the huge male she knows as Cuch....soo much changed since their last meeting.......eyes still locked upon Siph...." What is this...possession Siph is it wrong?"

Tandrall continues to stand aside and watch for now, not truly eager to assist a man who so recently attacked him. His deep voice does his best to answer the question posed to him. "Possession is a form of control over a person, where an outside spirit or force seeks control of another's body and forces it to do as the outsider wishes, without regard to the body's rightful owner." Tandrall's voice lowers in volume slightly. "Most often, this is the work of ghosts ... or demons ..." Only now does Tandrall speak to the afflicted gentleman, Cuchulian, with a stern yet caring eye. "How may we rid you of this taint? If you know, I suggest you speak more quickly."

Omenis brows knit a little from what these creature was saying....it was very wrong and seemed much like this slavery thing she had been told about yet more wrong then even that

Sprocket hobbles in with a great thump, thump, thump, its spherical body rolling from side to side as it walked. The key in his back whirred and clicked with each mighty step, a thin pair of bronze arms laying against the orb that was itself. It carried a rusty bucket in its digits, the pale hitting his side every now and again with a clang of metal against metal. "-Water-" it buzzed, its head swiveling in a complete circle to look around. His head finally stopped as he noticed the group nearby through a pair of reflective teal lenses. Turning his body in the same direction, he starting hobbling over.

Cuchulian was starting to battle keeping the anger out of his system, It was Anger that triggered his Taint the whole time. His strength seemed renewed, his passion was building once again...."I am tied to that demonic fiend named Nocturity, we share now the same life, you cannot cure me unless you can somehow shed a bond quite powerfull."...He turns towards Omenis, taking her head in his hands he kissed her gently on her forhead, he then lets her go...." I sahll take my leave now, i am recovered for now and chose to explore this lands many mysteries before i am controlled once more...Thank you for showing mecy, now i must make haste, the winds beckon me to come"....he begins to move swiftly as he did quitely, runing with utmost speed, he begins to meld into the light, first only a thousand silvery white shards can be seen they flutter in the air, until they seem to vanishe.

[Cuchulian ] Sure im up for Friday, but this friday may prove to be a predicamnet for both me and Noc, i have to attaned someplace from 2pm till 12 am. Can we do this another time, if not, i can try to be on this friday.

[Cuchulian ] ignore that last post it was meant as a whisper. my bad lol!

Sprocket 's arms were flailing back and forth like they were hardly attatched, the bucket it carried arcing widely as he hobbled over to the group. The pads of its 'feet' landed with a loud thump, thump as it stopped before the group, a thin layer of bronze closing over the its teal lenses with an gritty scratchy sound, blinking if you could call it that. One of the being took flight and left as it approached, its structure preventing him from turning its head towards the sky as it left. Instead, it seems to look toward the people, its metal moustache whirring up and down as it buzzed. "- I need some water -" It was a flat tone, but one that didn't sound unfriendly.

Tandrall sees the other man take his leave, curiously watching him go. The approach of a mysterious sort of contraption catches his attention, bringing a frown to his face at the abominable mockery of life before him. Tandrall glances to one side quickly, pointing with an outstretched finger in the direction of the pond, yet otherwise saying nothing.

Sprocket 's neck scraped as it moved its sights towards Tandrall's finger before turning toward the pond. It head completely turned around once more and faced the satyr again, its thin arm rising and its hand gripping the edge of something like a pot that he considered a hat. "- Thank you - " Dropping that metal covering over his head with a loud clang, its body turned and moved toward the water's edge, dipping the rusty bucket in the water. " - Hm'mm. Good. This should be enough. -" it said in a sort of satisfied way, turning back toward the group.

Omenis looks more puzzled and concerned as the male Cuch seems to stumble off into the distance....head turning to look at Siph as he too seems to be gone....eyes dropping down now to gaze upon her hands clasped upon her front robe...a gentle sigh passing between lips....unsure now what to do

Sprocket 's orblike body rocked left and right as it approached them again, the sheets over his eyes scraping again as he blinks, looking to the lady who seemed confused. "- Is something the matter, miss? -" it said in a deep, gritty voice, the bucket in its hand swinging idly back and forth.

Omenis looks up with a sudden jolt having been lost in her own thoughts over recent past events....opulent eyes coming to rest upon the......head tilting ..what was it.....yet she knew it had spoken to her eyes dropping for an instant at the object it carried to lift once more to peer at the.....creature....she thinks about the question it had poised....." Yes....there is many things the matter...."

Sprocket thing seemed to consider how to reply, its head turning away for just a moment as it blinked once more. In the brief silence there was, you could almost here a 'tick-tock-tick-tock' while it sat there. "- Maybe you would like some water -" It's arm raised quickly, spilling much of the contents in the bucket, maybe splashing them a little bit as it turned back to the woman, its head turning to look to the other for only a moment before turning back to her.

Tandrall sighs and shakes his head. "It is not an easy matter, that which pertains to that friend of yours ... your teacher, he called himself?" A look once more spared to Omenis, curiously. "But if it truly is as he says, and the evil befouling him comes from the one known as Nocturity, then perhaps it would be wise to seek such a person out. Do not do so lightly, however, as the branches of evil are never so dangerous as the root." Tandrall himself tilts his head to one side, as if hearing some inaudible sound far away. "It seems I must take my leave as well. Perhaps we shall meet another time, Omenis." A warm smile is given, and a slight nod of his head.

Shouou walks along the garden path, looking alittle like a drown rat with a towel around his neck. "Well that was intresting..."

Omenis nods to Tandrall " Thank you I am sorry Cuch tried to pain you ...." head turning at the sound of water slurping the first hint to her to what the object contained.....a shake of her head " No.......I do not wich to get wet"

Shouou hums lightly to himself as he walks along o/` Rocky equiped with a gun... o/`

Sprocket 's arm lowered sharply as well, the bucket half empty now. "- Hm'mm -" it buzzed as the gear and springs in its head turned, feeling the weight of the bucket in its grip. " - Insufficient -" It sounded, immediately hobbling back and forth to turn around and head back to the pond. Shouou little tune caught the thing's attention, its head turning with a slight screech to look while he ambled back to the water.

Tandrall spares the odd contraption a pained glance, choosing to ignore it as it does not seem to pose them any threat in its unnatural presence. For now, he simply bows to Omenis and takes his leave, humming the tune to the Hymn of Purity as hooved feet carry him swiftly away, hoping that the melody will cleanse his mind of such nightmares as was seen moments ago, a madman and a storm of arrows.

Trespasser enters the room, but not fully. He just enters around the outer edges of the garden, finding a tree to set up in. He jumps into it, setting up the Bi-Pod for his Sniper Rifle and then setting up the rifle itself. He then looks through the scope, spying several poeple. "Now what have we here...?"

[Cuchulian ] **just---------Damn typos

[Cuchulian ] **just---------Damn typos