The Garden of... Eden? (Apollo, Echo, Eldar, & Kevv)

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Plot:
Setting in the middle of a secluded forest lies the Garden of Eden. Rumor has it that there's a tree in this garden that produces a fruit that, when eaten, will give you your deepest desires. Many people have tried to get to this tree, but there's a demon-like creature guarding the fruit, and all that have entered the garden have failed to return.

Now, heroes will be found and alliances will be made on the quest to finally defeat this demon, and get just a taste of this forbidden fruit. Who will survive, and who will perish in this world consumed of evil and fear?

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A slender figure moved lithely through the fauna of the forest, bright green eyes gleaming in the light of the setting sun. A squirrel chattered at the intruder madly, then dashed off in the opposite direction. Zuberi watched the creature with little interest; there wouldn't be enough meat on its bones to be worth killing it. She continued on her way, hoping to run into a deer, or possibly one of the odd herbivorous creatures that lived in these seemingly enchanted woods. Unfortunately, not all of the animals were peaceful, and so the young woman had too keep a close eye out for anything that might see her as prey.

She appeared around the age of 17, and looked like any other normal teenage girl, except for the fact that her entire body, even her waist-length hair, was a deep indigo blue. Her eyes were large, almost nocturnal-looking, and gleamed with a predator-like gaze. Strapped around her thin torso was a strip of leather, covering only her upper-body and part of her ribcage. A thick, heavy loincloth was wrapped around the curve of her hips, covering all that... Well, all that needed to be covered. A long, ornate bow was resting on her right shoulder, and a sheathed dagger was placed on her left hip, just in case it was needed.

A low growl caught her attention, and Zuberi whirled around. A large bear, about the size of a good-sized dragon, was standing only about a hundred feet away. How had she not seen it? Luckily, the bear seemed preoccupied by a bush loaded with berries, and was happily munching away on the succulent fruit. Without a second thought, Zuberi leapt up into a tree, crouched, then ran along the branches of surrounding trees until she was out of sight of the massive creature.

After a while, she finally reached a clearing, but it was one that she didn't recognize. Right in the center of this large expanse rested a huge wall, which ran off in either direction so far that she couldn't see the ends. The air hummed with something that she was unfamiliar with, and she cautiously crept down to the ground, never taking her eyes off of the monstrous structure. The trees around the clearing seemed to be leaning away from it, as if they were afraid of the ivy-covered wall. A harsh call sounded in the air, and she winced as a crow, its wings mangled, managed to escape over the wall and whatever was inside of it, and flew into the protection of the forest. What on earth was inside of this thing, and how had she never seen it before?

Before she lost her nerve, Zuberi concentrated on an area near the wall, and disappeared in a puff of black smoke, only to appear a moment later by the spot she had chosen. There was a strange buzzing in the air, and as she reached out to touch one of the cold stones that made up the wall, an opening appeared in the rock. It was only Zuberi's quick reflexes that saved her life, for at that moment, a dagger was thrown through this opening straight at her, dripping with what was obviously poision. She leapt out of the way just in time, then teleported back to the safety of the trees, panting heavily. Her entire body was tense, and she glared at the structure with an even greater intensity.

Now she was more curious then ever to discover what was hidden behind that wall.

Ooc: Ugh >.<

A rustling noise. A bird flutters away, with feathers that were all the colors of the rainbow. A small creature, nice to look at at first but had two rows of sharp fangs, quickly ducked away from a stirring figure on the ground. The figure was dressed in a long, white robe, dirtied and torn. To things were obvious: One, he was in a fight. Two, he lost. The grass inside the little clearing he was in, usually tall and beutiful, was now trampled down, covered in muck and a strange purple liquid. The only thing that seemed clean was the figure's weapon, a long, strongly built scythe with a handle of black steel and a blade of crystal that resmbled crystalized sky.

Underneath the robe was Veces, more commonly known as 'The White Reaper'. An oddity aamong mercenaries, he only took on jobs that met two requirements. The first, they must be deemed worty and just. The other being that the mission include a visit to some magical area, this for completely personal reasons. He had been cursed at his birth with a spell so vile, so unheard of, it brought shame upon him: He could only speak in rhyme. Yes, he couldv'e been turned into a toad or squirell, but at least he wouldn've been expected to speak.

However, it wasn't his job that sent him here. He had heard of this strange place at a nearby brothel and, instantly curious, found out where it was and how to get in. But someone had left out the fact, a very ovious one now, that the area would be well-guarded. Oh, he took down a great number of them, hencethe purple goo on the grass, but their numbers finally overpowered him. It has been a few days since that fateful battle, and he was just now waking from his coma.

Veces groped the ground around him,searching for his scythe. He felt the Handle and used the weapon as a cane to pull himself up. His hood had came off his head, and his features were visible for a moment, until he pulled the hood back over his head. He had the appearance of a spectre, short white hair and pale white skin that almost never felt the sun's warm embrace. His eyes were empty, but were squinting from the effort of just standing. The chore of movement still proved too much for him to handle at the moment, so he settled for standing there, silently, as his strength slowly returned.

Every now and then, the glimpse of white hair could be seen from between the trees as the lone figure of a seemingly fragile young man made its way from bush to bush, gathering anything edible that was to be found. After falling asleep on an empty stomach the night before, Freki thought it best to keep a bit of a stock of fruits and plants in his bag. He'd left town only a couple of days earlier and the food he'd packed had been eaten quicker than expected. Considering the time of year, luckily, there was quite a lot of berries and smaller plants to be found but he might have to make do with being a vegetarian for a while, seeing that he was not experienced at all at trying to catch even the smallest critter to have some meat to go with everything else. But he would definitely try to make the best out of what he could find and hope that maybe soon he'd be lucky enough to catch a rabbit or something in the likes.

Though Freki suddenly forgot all about fruit gathering and took a look around. The forest seemed to be changing, but he couldn't tell how exactly or why, and he definitely was not sure he was walking into the right direction to ever come back into some kind of civilisation again. So apparently, he had either been misguided in his impression of the next village not being too far off, or he was already completely lost after only a couple of days. It did sound like something that could happen to him, even though it was not something he'd likely want to admit to, but the fact that he'd never traveled before might be a bit of a negative one, especially in this case. It might also not be the best thing to ever happen to him to get lost in a forest, but for the time being, he was at least out of the oppressing city and out in the wild.

Freki had always enjoyed his life, tending to his own garden, making a living out of it, and doing the odd little gardening jobs people requested of him but lately it hadn't felt the same anymore. It was as if he was missing out on something, as if he was meant for something else rather than being a gardener until the end of his days. Yet he did not know what. There wasn't much else he could do either. All his skills were in his green thumb, his love of nature, but what good was it ever going to be to him if he didn't know what he could do with it. Sighing, the young man pushed a strand of his white hair away with the back of his hand. His skin had become rather tanned with working in the sun a lot of the time, just like his clothes always seemed to have at least a couple of stains on them from working outside most of the time and even though he kept his hair bound together by an indigo band, there were always a few strands that seemed to escape and fall back into his face, framing his amber eyes in the slim face. Although rather slender, Freki had built up some muscles from years of hard garden work but he'd never look like he'd be able to defend himself, and truthfully, he didn't know in the least. He wouldn't even know how to properly punch someone in the face, if he'd had to.

Resigning back to picking up food while he kept walking forward, Freki suddenly heard a growl, which ominously sounded like a huge animal. Immediately, he was scared and decided to make a detour around this place as best as possible. Trembling, Freki moved away from the sound and walked in a large circle to try and find his way back to the little path he'd been following until now, if it could be called a path. It was probably only a deer crossing. Still wondering whether he'd evaded the horrible beast, he suddenly stumbled upon a clearing. With the weirdest wall he'd ever seen. And sensed?! Shaking his head, Freki forgot all about his previous worries and took a few steps closer to this intriguing wall. Could it really be that he sensed it? Was it alive? It certainly did seem to have some kind of pulse to it, as if it was breathing and possessed a beating heart. This was weird. Uncertain whether he should dare to take a closer look or not, he remained rooted in the spot, contemplating the wall before him, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

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As Zuberi glared at the wall, another figure appeared. He didn't look abnormal, but he had oddly colored hair, for one as young as he. She watched him for a minute, wondering if he possibly had something to do with this odd structure, or if he was as confused about it as she was. He looked a little dirty, though not overly-so, and she caught a scent off of him that reminded her of fresh vegetables and moist soil. Intrigued, she crept closer to him, pulled back her bow and notching an arrow in case he turned out to be dangerous.

He seemed distracted by the wall, and she got fairly close to him without catching his attention. When she was close enough to speak, she said,"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" Her voice was calm, and held a little the lilting accent of the elven race. He seemed harmless, and so she let her bow relax slightly, but she still kept it aimed on his chest.

After a moment, though, the wall trembled once more, and Zuberi dropped her weapon and grabbed the young man's shoulder. Before he could say anymore, she teleported the both of them back away from the stones, just before a multitude of darts sped through the air and impaled anything in sight. Once more, Zuberi has escaped injury, but she would need to be more careful, if she wanted to stay alive.

She stared at Freki intensely, muttering something incoherent under her breath. "You're lucky I was here, or else you would be a dead man," she finally said, though she couldn't blame him; she, too, had been curious enough to approach the wall without thinking of the danger. She looked once more at the now-still stones, wondering what on earth could be so important that the owner needed to put such great defenses to keep it safe.

Before she could say anymore, a glint in the fading sunlight caught her eye, and she glanced back into the forest. Yet another man had appeared, this one covered by a white cloak and carrying a scythe. He was impressive, yet seemed a little groggy, as if he had been knocked out and had only just woken up. She gripped her bow once more, relieved that she had managed to scoop it back up before she had gotten back to the safety of the trees. What was it about this place that was suddenly attracting people? And more importantly, were they dangerous? She paused, unsure of what to do.

Why was it that enchanted forests were so difficult? Granted, this wasn't the worst; there was that one that slowly messed with your- 'Best not think of that.' He thought, thanking his lucky stars his thoughts weren't in rhyme as well. He had met many writers and bards who would praise and envy his curse, wishing that they themeselves had befallen it. But he would always reply (in rhyme, of course) that they would regret it after a few days. He could never ask for what he wanted, because they usually didn't rhyme well with other related things.

A strange pulse reverberated through his scythe, signalling some strange occurance.* With a turn of the head, he laid eyes on two people, a man and, surprisingly, a blue girl staring at him. Was she under some curse as well? No matter. He put one foot forward, then pulled it back, still too weak. He was now bent over slightly on his cane, breathing somewhat heavily. The effect was somewhat menacing, but it retained a calm air, somehow. He held a hand up weakly, in greeting, then let it fall down. What a pathetic state he was in.

"Greetings, fellow traveler." He said, between gasps of air. "Here to explore this forest, I gather?"

A rather pathetic one, but it was a rhyme. But it was extremely obvious that it was one. Sometimes, he could make a rhyme not seem like a rhyme, but not often. In fact, it was only very rarely. And when he did, he would treat himself. Which was why he never had many luxuries.

*An interesting fact, crystal weapons, such as Veces' scythe, can detect magic pulses. However, the chances of detecting such pulses are rare, as it requires complete stillness on the weilder's part. Sme weapons have even been said to be able to absorb the pulses and store them for future use.

It was if the wall had bewitched him. Freki couldn't avert his eyes from it, the weird humming sensation still groping its way through the whole of his body. What is this place? Before he could find any kind of answer to it, a voice suddenly spoke next to him, making him jump in fright. As he took in the strange woman standing before him with her completely blue skin, all colour left his face. He had never seen such a stunning sight before, not only the blue skin was something he'd never even heard of but she was almost not dressed at all. She looked somewhat dangerous, yet her voice was calm enough and rather soothing actually, though the arrow was still pointed into the general direction of his heart, killing shot within range. He couldn't reply to her words however as suddenly the magical throbbing grew stronger, the vibrations slicing through the air like knives. Suddenly, the woman was no longer threatening him with an arrow, but instead grabbing him as dozens of darts were being shot into their direction. Within the blink of an eye, they were far away from where they'd just stood. How had she done that?!

He didn't get a chance to ask her who she was or what she wanted with him though as suddenly yet another person came into their view. Growing paler yet, Freki looked at the creature making its way through the forest. Everything was fitting so perfectly, the clothes, the scythe, yet.. the colours were all wrong! Death was supposed to be black, not white! "Wh... Whaaa.. ?" Wide-open eyes, Freki stared from the woman to the man and back again, then he couldn't help himself anymore. Trembling, he fell to the ground as his knees buckled under him. He was not used to these kinds of situations, having to fear for his life, being threatened to be killed by darts shooting out of a wall, a weird woman almost killing and then saving him and now... death in person? It was too much for the poor man and his sight began to dwindle, but then he thought of the warrior woman that had saved him from the darts and he kicked himself. After all, she was a woman, he shouldn't show such weakness and get a grip.

Coughing and trying to look nonchalant in his sitting position on the forest floor, he finally decided it best to force out some words: "Yes, I am exploring a little, though... I think I lost my way." Nodding towards the blue female, he added: "This lovely lady has just saved me from being spiked to the next best tree by some darts, thank you!" He gave her an honestly grateful smile before he looked back at the other figure, the scythe very obviously catching his attention. "Why are you carrying a scythe?" Once he'd started speaking, the words kept flowing easily, his panic ebbing away with every syllable uttered. "My name is Freki by the way, may I inquire as to both your names?" Realising he was acting a little foolishly and more like a young boy, he pursed his lips and sheepishly looked away, hoping they would not take him for a complete idiot.

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Zuberi's gaze traveled from the white cloaked person to the other man, and back again. What an odd pair, she thought, frowning slightly. Though the white-cloaked man's scythe seemed threatening, he appeared very weak, and so she finally let her bow drop. She hesitated as he spoke, wondering why it seemed that he appeared to be... Rhyming? Perhaps it was just a coincidence that he uttered the sentence in rhyme.

Then, the other young man collapsed. She leaned towards him, worried that he was having a fit, but she then realized that he was merely shocked. Well, that tended to happen after your life had been threatened twice in the same day. She let the young man... Freki?... Answer before she did, listening to him intently, and nodding after he thanked her, before turning to the scythe-carrying man and saying,"I, too, was simply traveling. I'm a wanderer, and so I consider the entire forest my home. Unfortunately, I seem to have stumbled upon this rather... Peculiar, structure." She nodded towards the wall, which still seemed menacing even at that distance. "I was going in that direction, and it's in my way, but I see no way of getting around or over it, considering every time I get close, it tries to kill me." Once again, she wondered what was so important that such precautions had to be made against intruders.

Adjusting her bow so it fit snugly over her shoulder, she turned her attention back to Freki. "My name is Zuberi," she told him, smiling slightly. "And I'm sorry that I was threatening you earlier; when you live out here, you have to take great precautions, or else get killed."

She brought her attention once more the wall, when suddenly a spark of memory came to her. She remembered her mother once telling her of an ancient garden, so vast that you couldn't see one end to the other, that contained a tree whose fruit granted you your deepest desires. She had always assumed that it was simply a fictional tale, but now that she looked closer, she could see the resemblence between it and the pictures she had seen in her childhood. Apparently, only those who were worthy enough would even be granted to see the garden, let alone be allowed inside. So how, and why, had she and these two other males chanced upon this ancient structure? Her new friends didn't seem very extraordinary, but then again, who was she to judge?

She turned back to them. "I think I know what this is," she grinned, then explained what she had remembered. "I also think that I remember my mother telling me that some creature... A demon... Guards this place." She suppressed a shudder; she had only once before seen a demon, and the creatures were so vile that their imprint never left once you had met one. At the same time, though, she felt greed seep into her mind. If she could get in there, alive, and get past the demon, she could have her greatest desires granted! She didn't exactly know what her deepest disires were, but she thought that it might be worth the risk. "We should try to get in," she added, although both men seemed like they could barely walk, let alone break into this heavily guarded place.

In respectful silence, Veces watched the young man creep to the ground. Well, it wasn't the worst reaction, there was that one woman that kept throwing salt at him. Now /that/ was a terrible meeting. But just buckling? Not a good first impression, but not a bad one. The woman, who knelt down beside him, seemed kind, if not a bit hasty. The two had obviously just met up, acording to his story. The woman's story seemed quite believable as well. And her description of the wall matched the description of the garden's wall perfectly.

With a final burst of energy, he stood erect, letting the scythe finally stand like a staff. His appearance as Death was now closer than ever, and he was finally feeling much better. And, after Freki and Zuberi made their introductions, he made his.
""'White Reaper' by title, but by name Veces,
To say it properly, just say vases.
And my scythe is a weapon, just like any other,
It's origin a story from my mother."

As soon as she said demon, a smile flashed on his face, catching a ray of sunlight and shining through the darkness in his hood.
"So you know of this place?
In which the magic flows with grace?
Well, if you wish to enter,
I will go with you, to it's center."

He let the scythe dip foreward and walked foreward, the smile slowly fading. Hopefully she knew how to get in. She should, if she remembered the story. It was a very strange way to enter, and failure led to what happened to him a few days ago.

As the young man looked back at the people around him, his knees felt still a little weak though his heart had stopped beating quite as quickly as before now that his life was not immediately threatened for the time being. Freki waved away Zuberi's apology: "Don't worry about it, I probably would have done the same if I were in your stead." Which would be, someone able to handle a weapon and an experienced traveler, but of course he didn't say it out loud. It was fairly obvious he was not used to traveling or exploring and since he had no weapons on him except for a little dagger that could hardly even be considered a weapon, there was no need to point out he couldn't even wield one. Such facts are best kept to yourself until the need to reveal them should really arise. He was rather pleased though as she finally put away her bow and seemed to open up a little more, showing more of her tender and caring side as she had leaned down to check on him. Eyeing the white-cloaked man standing in front him, holding his scythe like a walking stick it seemed, he couldn't help but wonder though if he was imagining things. A blue woman, a white reaper.. could things get any crazier?

"Hmm..." The story of the garden did sound like something he had heard of a long, long time ago, but he had always thought it was a fable. "My grandmother used to tell a story about how people ventured into the world to find a garden surrounded by a wall only surmountable to very few, who then had to master many obstacles and traps in order to reach the fulfillment of their deepest desire. Which is about exactly what your mother has told you," again he sheepishly looked to the ground after having almost exactly repeated what the blue woman had said. "I always thought it was considered to be a metaphor for overcoming difficulties in your own life in order to achieve happiness. I'd never have thought it was an actual place, existing in this world." Freki looked from Zuberi to Veces, wondering why they would want to go into the garden, what their deepest desire was, but he would never ask this question out loud, it was way too personal. As for himself.... Wouldn't it be wonderful to see such a tree? A tree that grows fruit able to grant you the satisfaction of having your wishes fulfilled. What would it look like? It would be wonderful to lay eyes on this mysterious being, for it had to be a real being and not just a mere tree, had it not? The thought was such a motivation that he finally got up off the floor again, not wanting to have the others look down on him all the time, he felt like such a child.

Though the demon part did not really sound appealing. However, before he could further think about that bit, he looked back to Veces with big eyes. "Do you always speak in rhyme?! How very unusual." He had never come across someone as weird as these two people but somehow he found himself liking them, all their weirdness included. "And you'd go into the garden? Despite the killing machine disguised as a wall? Despite a huge, ferocious and bloodthirsty demon waiting for you on the other side?" He shook his head as the fear started creeping back and a shudder ran down his spine as he reconsidered their previous very near escape from death. But things could indeed get crazier still. "You must be mad, both of you! You cannot just go in there like that!" He turned around, following Veces with his eyes but not moving one foot as the white reaper moved forward towards where the wall was. "How do you even want to get in?" Then it hit him, "Do you know how to get in? How to get past that vicious wall?"

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Zuberi stared oddly at Veces as he made his short speech, her mouth open slightly in confusion. "Can you only speak in rhyme?" she mused aloud when he was finished, hiding a giggle. "It must be hard to come up with words that rhyme with each other. What if you needed to say 'orange' or 'silver'? Apparently, there aren't any words that sound like them." After her momentary lack of concentration, she frowned, gazing back towards the wall. "Well, it might be nice to go inside to see if the rumors are true..." she said quietly, though hesitantly. "However, I'm no warrior, and though I have a few... Abilities, I'm really only skilled with my bow, and my hands." She clenched them for emphasis. "I'm willing to accompany you two if you want to go inside, but I'm afraid that I won't be of much use." Then, a thought hit her, and she smiled. "We won't need to worry about getting past the wall, though; I can teleport us inside." Veces hadn't seen her ability yet, but she didn't see any point in hiding it; it might be rather useful.

"What we can expect inside, though, I'm not sure." Zuberi watched Freki cautiously; unlike Veces, he didn't appear to be too excited to go inside. In fact, he almost seemed as if he would have another fit. "Here," she said, and reached out a hand to help him stand, letting him lean on her for support. "We're not forcing you to come inside with us, but it may be useful to have another person to watch our backs." She eyed Veces's scythe. "How experienced are you with that?" she asked. "It appears to be a very lethal weapon, but it will do us no good if you cannot wield it." She assumed that he knew how to use the scythe, otherwise he wouldn't be carrying it around, but she wanted to make sure in case it turned out that he only used it as a staff and a threat.

Taking Freki with her, she approached the wall again, though made sure to stay out of reach of any weapons that might be hurled their way. It really didn't seem dangerous; only a little imposing. "I wonder who controls the wall?" she wondered out loud. Or did the wall control itself? After all, who could be at every place at once, controlling every brick of this monstrous structure against enemies that they probably couldn't even see through the thick material. Was it possible that the wall could be... Alive, somehow? If that was the case, then she had an idea. She searched around until she found a large rock, about the size of two fists, and picked it up. She aimed it at the wall, then threw it towards where she and Freki had been attacked. With a sharp thud, it hit the wall, then landed on the ground. In an instant, spiked appeared from the ground that the rock was resting on, and proceeded to chop the innocent boulder into pieces. Zuberi swallowed hard, imagining what it could do to a human if it could cause that much damage to a stone. "Well," she said, turning to the duo. "I think this proves that the wall knows no difference between a living being and an inanimate object. If that's the case with all of the traps, then this knowledge might be useful."

So Frecki had been told this story as well, and had recieved it the way most do, as a fairy tale. Just hearing the story, albiet unelequently and short, sent a small buzz of exitement through Veces' body. He remembered that, as a child, he was always wandering into the forest near his home, convinced it was there. But of course, his predicament soon followed Fecki's words, and Zuberi chimed in on it as well. And, to make matters worse, she brought up that 'orange' subject. If he could, he would have given them a talking-out, but if it were in rhyme it would sound silly.

But ah, good, a change of subject. It would be better to have a lookout while in that forest, and he looked somewhat up to the task. But it seemed that Zuberi did not think himself up to the task, and he didn't have to answer with words. Checking to make sure they were a good distance away, he proceeded to pluck a blade of grass from the ground, threw it up high, then, not missing a beat, slashed at it, catching the to pieces in his hand: cut straight down the middle.

With that spectacle done, he watched the poor stone be decimated by the wall, looking with a slightly suprised expression. Thank goodness he wasn't caught by that trap. And, with a nod of agreement to Zuberi's claim, he chimedd in his own theory.

"So we know it's intelligence,
and it's manners of sense,
but to trick it, speed is needed,
because all the traps must be heeded."

Of course, even to Veces that barely made any sense, but thankfully, only his speech had to be in rhyme. He pulled a a sheet of paper and a piece of graphite from his sleeves* and quickly scribbled:

According to my intelligence, if you activate a great number of traps, the wall will become so confused one, or in our case three, should Freckie join us, should be able to get through unchallanged.

He handed the paper to Zuberi, his subconcious mind wondering if he spelled Freki's name right.

*Hopefully, someone might one day find something easier and cleaner to write with. Graphite is so stubborn on white clothing.

Freki offered the friendly Zuberi a thankful smile as she gave him support when she saw the strain of keeping it together show on his face. It would be rather embarrassing if he actually fell unconscious. Freki had always been a quite sensible man and he had never felt especially ashamed of this, yet, here, it was an entirely different matter. In addition, the fact that he now obviously had to admit that he was not able to wield a weapon was not making him feel any better about the situation. “Unless you call a pitchfork a weapon, I am not going to be much help if it comes to fighting.” Just as he said this, the white reaper gave them a demonstration of how well he was able to handle his scythe. “I feel so useless, what good would I be to you anyway if I came along?” He did not want to be pitied, it was quite simply a statement of facts. He was going to be useless, unless one counted telling them they’re about to be killed as useful, since he was probably not going to be able to do anything whatsoever about it.

As they all watched the stone being slashed into pieces by yet another of the wall’s vicious traps, Freki gripped Zuberi’s arm as if holding on for dear life. They were never going to get past this, that was for sure. Or at least not in this life time, or alive for that matter. Suddenly, he realised though that he might be hurting Zuberi, so he released his grip, muttering a low apology to the girl. As Veces began to speak, he raised an eyebrow at this newest rhyme, forehead creased in a frown as he tried to make out what exactly it was the white reaper wanted to communicate, who obviously realised himself that he was not quite getting through to them, or at least to Freki. Thus he took out his scriber materials in order to write something on a white piece of cloth, the effort of it showing on his face, before he handed it over to Zuberi. Curious, Freki glanced over Zuberi’s shoulder, trying to decipher Veces’ writing. It had not only looked like it was an endeavour even writing the words, but reading them turned out to be just as hard. But at least it was not in rhyme and this time, it made sense what he wanted to tell them. Freki flinched at the spelling of his name, but now was not the time to point out such trivial matters. Besides, it was amazing enough that all of the three were able to read and write, so he really shouldn’t make a fuss.

Sighing, Freki looked over the mysterious wall again. “Is there really no other way to get in?” Imagining what could happen to them if only one of the traps still followed their movement and was not so simply misguided sent a shudder down his spine. Then he reconsidered the story of the fruit and how wonderful it would be to lay eyes upon such a mysterious item or being – he was still torn about this part – and his inner child got the better of him, so he decided that it should at least be worth a try. Slightly more motivated now to prove he was not a coward, he straightened up, trying to focus on what they could do, when suddenly Zuberi’s earlier statement came back to mind: “It might come in useful indeed that the wall does not distinguish between animate and inanimate, but it seems that there are innumerable traps built into this single small spot of the wall that it might be impossible to disarm all the traps at the same time on a larger piece of it. Plus, can we even be sure the traps are disabled after being used once? Or do you just want to distract the wall long enough to be able to get in?” However, in a shrewd way, their ideas made sense even if there remained the slight detail of being killed if the tiniest thing went wrong. “So, if the traps are disarmed after one use, if we manage to activate a whole lot of them at the same time, we then might get past? By climbing over it or… ?” He left the rest of the sentence unfinished, as he was unsure of what other possibilities there might be, other than Zuberi’s obvious skill of teleportation. There was no doorway to be distinguished all along the huge part of the wall they could see from where they were standing.

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Zuberi glanced down at the sheet of paper that Veces handed her, glad that she wouldn't have to decode everything that he said. She nodded thoughtfully, biting her lip in concentration. "How can we know how many traps the wall can activate at once, though?" she asked, looking up at the harmless-looking bricks. All that was left of the rock was a pile of rubble. She supressed a shiver, wondering what else the wall had in store for people who tried to get in.

"I can always just try to teleport us in," she added thoughtfully, though her voice was edged with doubt. She had felt an extremely poweful, mystical force surrounding the wall, and for all she knew, it might be some sort of barrier that prevented any way of getting in using magic. Her ability might not work. But she wanted to try it anyway.

Before she could make another move, Veces demonstrated his expertise with the scythe, and her eyes widened is surprise. "Well, excuse me for underestimating you," she said, letting a grin cross her face momentarily. He would be useful, she thought, and gripped her bow subconsciously. She dearly hoped that he was really a nice person, and not someone that would turn on them as soon as they got inside. He would be a deadly enemy.

She listened to Freki's nervous words, and, she had to admit, his pessimistic words made her a little less confident. "Well, we have to try," she said finally, "Because we were obviously allowed to see this garden for a reason. How many people get the chance to actually do this? If we were to give up before we even try anything, we'll regret it for the rest of our lives." Before she could talk herself out of it, Zuberi concentrated on an area just behind the wall of the garden, then willed herself to be there. With a jolt, she disappeared, only to reappear at the very edge of the wall, about 15 feet in the air. She felt cold energy rushing up to meet her, surrounding her and blocking the way into the garden. It pressed against her, stifling her breath and stiffening her limbs. She struggled against the energy, trying to teleport back to the safety of the forest, but the unseen force had her pinned in midair, unable to move. As the pressure got more powerful, she felt her chest begin to buckle under the weight, and she could scarcely breathe. A few more seconds like this, and she would be crushed to death.

"No, Zuberi!
Through this wall magic will not run free!"

Of course, she probably knew this by now. But if passing through the wall required only a quick spell or transportation, the wall might as well not be there at all. But he had to admit, she got farther than he estimated someone could. And the wall was reacting with more power than it had with him, even if it hadn't summoned them again. But, enough idle thoughts, time for some serious action.

In one second: he drew the scythe back, taking a careful and precarious stance. The scythe began buzzing from it's absorbtion of the nearby energy. In two: the blade began to shone, and he knelt down, straining over the concentration of energy. In four: He nearly caused a crater in the ground, from the force of his legs pushing off the ground. By six, he reached Zuberi, and drew the blade back farther. and by seven, the blade came swooping over and under Zuberi, in an attemt to disrupt the crushing force of the magic by mirroring it's wavelength. But no luck, the magical energy was still flowing just as strongly. It must have ben aligning itself with their magic in return. His scythe started buzzing and vibrating like mad, as if in agitation. And he could feel the tug of magic, trying to pll him into whatever was binding Zuberi. Then, in a flash of inspiration, he remebered their theory. He turned to glare at Freki and yelled:

"Quickly, throw stones at the wall!
confuse it as I said, and the magic should fall!"

Oh Reaper, please make this nervous man understand what he had said, or they might all be doomed! Because the wall will surely summon them if this lasts too much longer. And they could tell if something is alive or not.

Freki just stood there, watching in wonder, also a little frightened at Zuberi’s plan. He did not really believe this was a good idea, simply trying to teleport behind a wall that seemed to react to any kind of movement, as small as the gesture might be. Before either Veces or him had been able to utter a word, she had already put her skill to use and now.... now, mere seconds later, she was hanging in the air, neither moving forward nor backward but at least, nothing else seemed to happen. Zuberi was right, if they didn’t try and simply turned their backs on the garden, they’d regret it, they might never even have a second chance of finding it. However, he could not shake the feeling that this was not the right way to go about it, though he had no idea how else to get in.

The nervous flutter of his stomach was threatening to overwhelm him into being sick but just at that moment, he realised that something was not as it should be. Why was she hanging in midair, not moving at all?! Not even coming back. Something had to be seriously wrong... Veces obviously thought the same as he cried out that she should not have done that and began drawing back his scythe and then suddenly performed.... something Freki just stared, unable to move with all that was happening, wondering what the heck he had gotten in to.

Then, just before Veces’ words reached him, he finally snapped back to reality as he noticed that whatever Veces was trying to do, it did not seem to have the estimated effect. Freki was already on the ground picking up as many stones he could hold when the white reaper told him to do exactly that. With all his might, he began throwing stones at the wall in various different places, trying to trigger as many traps as possible and it worked! Some released spears, some released little darts – he wouldn’t be surprised if they were poisonous – even others seemed to trigger trap doors that lined the wall.

With every passing second, Zuberi seemed to suffer more, the weight of whatever magic had captured and bound her in the air pressing down on her. Freki kept swinging stones in the general direction of the wall, some not hitting the wall or triggering anything, but at least he tried, right? The more stones he threw, the more traps were triggered but still Zuberi kept hanging in the air and the young man began to doubt this was going to work at all... But he never stopped throwing stones, big ones, small ones, even heavier tree branches – anything that could keep yet another trap occupied.

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Just as Zuberi felt herself fading into unconciousness, she felt another presence enter the energy's field. She tried to tell whoever it was to escape, if they could, but she couldn't find the breath to do so. She vaguely heard a different kind of humming fill the air, and the energy around them seemed to crackle with anger, as if this new presence was an unexpected annoyance. The pressure only increased, and Zuberi swore she felt one of her ribs crack under the pressure. Then, as suddenly as the pressure increased, it stopped, and then started to fade. She still felt herself captured in midair unable to move, but within a quarter of a minute she was able to breathe the precious air again. She took the oppurtunity to wrench her head to the side, and realized that she had been right - Veces had tried to save her by using his scythe to do... Something. She wasn't sure what he had hoped to accomplish, but she somehow new that it wasn't he that had stopped the flow of energy. Suddenly, the pressure decreased dramatically, and Zuberi felt herself drop a few feet before she halted again. She looked wildly around. From where they were, both she and Veces were 'floating' above the garden, inside the border; if they kept falling, they'd soon be inside. She muttered a curse, then looked out to where Freki was courageously flinging rocks at the hungry wall, causing multiple traps to be triggered. "Freki!" she tried to call out, but her voice was too weak and hoarse to be heard from so far away. Even if he could hear her, she didn't know what he would do. She and Veces were going to be inside the garden, and their new friend would be left behind.

Before she could think of a plan, the force holding the pair up vanished, and gravity took over. Apparently the wall was so busy warding off the stones that it had considered the assault more of a threat than the constricted victims. They dropped to the floor of the garden, luckily landing in a patch of somewhat soft moss to ease their fall. Zuberi grunted as she hit the ground, holding back a cry as pain arched through her ribcage. She lay there, momentarily paralyzed with confusion and hurt. Eventually, she was able to crack open her eyes, and immediately noticed how lush her surroundings were. Numerous plants that she had no knowledge of covered the dense green ground of the forest. All sorts of trees containing odd and wonderous fruits dotted the landscape with bright colors of red and blue and yellow, and any colors in between. The sight filled her with renewed strength, and she forced her aching body into a sitting position. Her back complained, but she ignored the discomfort and stood shakily. She couldn't see Veces; he must have landed somewhere nearby, where she couldn't see him. A second later her thoughts turned back to Freki. Was he alright? Was he still outside, waiting, hoping that they'd reappear? She pondered over what to do when, out of the blue, the brick wall started creaking. Startled, she backed away hurriedly, wondering if it would start attacking from the inside. To her relief, it didn't appear threatening. As she stared, a square of the wall started glowing, and then abrubtly disappeared, leaving a large chunk out of the wall, like an entrance. She blinked; what had caused that? Maybe, once someone got inside, the wall allowed its gates to open. Whatever the case, Freki would now (hopefully) be able to enter without a problem. She cautiously approached the stone structure, then, assured that nothing would happen, peeked outside. She saw Freki, still on the edge of the clearing. "Come on!" she rasped, motioning with her hand. "I think that the wall is allowing us inside!" She clutched her side, coughing, but managed to stay standing. Within a couple hours, she guessed, the pain would be gone.

It wasn't working, and time was almost up! No ,atter how much energy he poured into the attacks, the wall would match and overpower it! If things didn't start changing, and soon, Zuberi would be gone and he would be next. He could already start to feel the opposing magic tug at him, moving across his skin like a garden snake, just waiting for him to falter when.... it stopped. He looked down in shock as they fell and stopped abruptly, and looked fr Freki frantically. Had it worked, was the wall being confused. The final drop gave him a definite 'yes', and the impact jarred him as he landed squarely on his back. He moaned softly, and propped himself up on his arm as he looked around. Not seeing Zuberi, he wondered where she was and about how badly she must be hurt. He looked around for his scythe and, spotting it withing arms length, grabbed at it and using it as a cane to push himself up, feeling a strong sense of deja vu. Now that he was staanding, he could get a better look at his surroundings; and what a sight it was! There were so many trees, and the air practically hummed with magic and life. He felt a fly buzzing next to his ear, and moved rto brush it away when he saw what it was: A twig! Or, at least, it looked like one. It was the length of his pinky, and had only what looked like bark on it's body except for the tip of it's 'tail', which had what looked like purple pine needles coming out of it. It flitted around a bit, then zoomed off deeper into the forest. This was no ordinary forest.

After he got over that litle surprise, Veces began walking in the direction he guessed Zuberi must have fallen, and after a few feet he found her, looking through a hole in the gate, souting for Freki. She must be well, then. He thought, relieved. At least the gate had an opening, which meant that Freki could come in now. But the question was: Would it still be there when they were ready to leave? He kept this disturbing thought to himself, and contented himself with walking to the hole and standing behind Zuberi while she waited. And, from these close quarters, he could tell that she probably needed some medical attention, and soon.
"Uh, Zuberi, this isn't a command,
but I don't think it is wise for you to stand."

Freki felt a jolt of relief when he realised that their combined efforts had finally paid off. Veces had managed to free Zuberi and the traps were so busy chasing after Freki’s projectiles, they did not attack the white reaper and the blue woman. However, the relief was very short-lived when the young man suddenly realised that his two companions were falling, and not on this side of the wall where he could have tried to do something for them, but on the other side of the wall. Panic began surging through Freki as it hit him that there might be more traps, more dangers on the other side of the wall and then there’d only be two of them to fend it all off. And he would be left here on his own. On this side of the wall. Freki considered making a run for it, dashing at the wall and climbing up, but he quickly discarded that idea again. He would have died within seconds. He had to face it, there was nothing that could be done.

Despite the fact that he was not greatest adventurer that had ever walked the face of Dragon’s Cove, he would have quite liked to be able to enter this mysterious, or rather legendary, garden as well. As sadness overcame him, he stopped throwing stones. It was of no use. The traps were not attacking him, he was too far away, and the other two were by now safely out of reach. The last thing he saw of them was their bodies disappearing with disturbing rapidity behind the outlines of the wall. It was a frightening sight, and probably even more frightening for them, not knowing what would await them when they touched down on the other side. He hoped they would be fine but he couldn’t be certain.

Just as he wanted to slump down on the ground, preparing himself to wait for their return, at least for a little while, so that he could gather his thoughts and consider what he should do next, there was a weird noise coming from the wall. Immediately, Freki tensed his muscles again and raised his hand, still clutching a stone, to prepare to fight back. He didn’t understand what was happening. The wall seemed to be vibrating and … shifting?! And then suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a gaping hole in the wall, revealing a look into the most beautiful garden he had ever laid eyes on! Freki’s eyes opened wide in surprise, even more so when suddenly he saw a blue figure appearing in the opening, beckoning towards him. “Zuberi!” he yelled, “what happened? Where is Veces??” But just at that moment, the form of the white reaper appeared next to the female and Freki let out a sigh of relief. They were both ok.

Yet, would it be alright for him to cross the space in front of the wall? Maybe this was just a trick? Maybe the traps would set off as soon as he dared to set foot close to the wall? And maybe then the entrance would just as magically disappear again as it had appeared? He had to try it though, he wanted to see the garden, and he wanted to make sure the other two were really alright. Cautiously, and very awkwardly, he stalked over to the wall, at any moment waiting for something to attack him, but nothing happened. The scenery presented itself peacefully, freshly out of paradise. As soon as Freki was close, he looked at both of them. “Are you alright? What happened?” he asked again. When his eyes examined Zuberi more closely at Veces’ words, he immediately cried out: “He’s right, you should lie down! You shouldn’t be up in your condition!” He was so focused on the fact that she needed to be treated that he did not even cast a second glance toward the beautiful colours all around him.

~((Seeing that Freki has a bit of healing knowledge, herablism wise etc, feel free to play him in that respect in your reply.))~

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"Oh, thank goodness you're alright," Zuberi sighed in relief as Freki approached the gate. She turned to Veces. "And you, too!" She ignored their concerned comments, for the moment; she was too distracted by the fact that they had survived. "I'm so sorry that I put you in such danger," she told both of them, looking sadly at the moss on the forest floor. "That was stupid of me; I should have known better than to rush into a situation without thinking. You both were so brave..." With a burst of pride and love for her two new companions, she pulled them both in a hug, not thinking about the fact that they may not have been comfortable with such an act. But doing so, she remembered the crack she had heard while floating above the trees, and she yelped as the rib in question sent a splintering pain into her chest. It wasn't broken, she thought, but still could cause her grief if they got into bad situations. Which, considering where they were, was more than likely to happen. Finally taking the two mens' words to heart, she sat down on an innocent-looking purple rock, which giggled as she sat upon it. She eyed the stone catiously, but it said no more. "I don't know what you can do for it," she told Freki slowly, frowning. "I think I should just wait to see if it gets any better. I don't believe that there are any magical herbs that can magically erase pain." Although for all she knew, the plants in this garden probably all contained magical properties.

Taking a moment, she looked around once more, once again amazed at how such a large and grand place could stay hidden for so many years. Twig-looking insects, like the one that Veces had already encountered, buzzed around merrily, landing on flowers of varying colors and collecting the sweet nectar that they contained. "You know about plants, Freki," she said, following the trail of a particularily large twig-bug. "Do you recognize any of these? I am somewhat knowledgeable about botany, but I do not see anything that I have seen before." She was hit with a twinge of doubt. If they didn't know what plants were edible or poisonous, how would they survive? Was there any clean water in the garden? Every minute, there task seemed to become more impossible.

Unknown to the trio, a dark creature lurked in the shadows of the trees, watching their every move with gleaming eyes.

((Sorry it's so short and fail x.x ))

You know, I think I wouldn't mind staying in here fr a while. Veces thought contently, looking around at the forest, marvelling at the forest before him. The place was full of life, every being diffrent that the net. And those twig-creatures were simply everywhere, sitting on fllowers, zipping about happily, buzzing a bit too close to his ears... He swatted at the annoying little creaturre, only to see it zoom back, this time flitting about angrily. He swatted at it again, and it flew back. This repeated for a while, until finally Veces had had enough and simply reached out and grabbed the twig, planning to hold it in his hand until it learned just who was in charge. Unfortunatly, that was the one thing you should never do with the purple twigs, and boy, did Veces learn that the hard way. At first, it was just a sort of tingling feeling, one that could be easily blamed on the bugs movement. But soon the tingling became a stinging, and when Veces opened his hand to investigate he saw just what was happening: The bug was piercing his palm with it's 'tails', digging deep and latching in by fraying them out like hooks. Veces' eyes widened in shock: it was hurting much less than it should. He pulled at the bug, and the top tore off, leaving the tails latched in like a tick's head. Veces turned to Zuberi and Freki and yelled:
"Zuberi, Freki!
These creatures aren't what they seem to be!"

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The small crown od beings entering this place did not go unnoticed at all. It was felt as soon as they got near the gates of the place in fact. Quite a mistake they made by coming there, in his opinion. He was surprised that anyone had came, he had been here for a long time, and nothing had happened. Finally, some excitement. This would prove fun he was sure. He got his long coat on himself, and sheathed the huge sword he carried. Wondering how he wanted to play this out with them. Hopefully theyd make it past that first set of traps this place had at the very least. This place full of stuff like that. Over what? Xavien hardly knew.

The one who had made this place had wanted a perfect guardian for it for awhile, so he could go and do some things in the outside world. He had heard f this demon taking such thnigs to do sometimes. Thus after some dealing and such.... Xavien had finally agreed. It had seemed quite a boring job, but one that would pay very well, and one that hopefully would break some monotony in his life. So he naturally came there, seeing it was just a garden he was seemingly protecting. At least he had thought that until seeing what was deep within it. No wonder this male wanted the palce so protected. Though still, with all its traps, Xavien was pretty sure most werent getting through. But some might prove surprising. This was where he would come in.

He moved very quickly, jumping over where traps laid at, running on the walls a bit too, avoiding things. He had memorized where it all was at, so he enver ran into it. He kept out of sight of eyes as well, simply not wanting to be discovered yet. No, he was going to take his time. He wanted to draw it out a bit.... perhaps see why they were even there.... eh wasn't someone to attack innocent beings much but, for all he kew, they could know whats in there and be trying something devious with it. Thus he couldnt make any assumptions. He would following and listen, wait and decide. Before doing a thing to them.....

((Tis a bit short, not way too much for him to do yet. xp))

When Zuberi spoke, Freki realised that it had indeed been her foolishness that had brought them into this precarious situation, but either one of them could have done something equally stupid just to try to get in, and in the end, nothing really awful had happened. So he simply waved off her comment with a wink. “Never mind that, you almost gave me a heart attack but we’re all alright, and we’re inside now. What more can ..?” He was cut off mid-sentence as the blue woman spontaneously decided to tear both of the men into a bear hug. Slightly uncomfortable, Freki patted her on the back and tried to be all business. He was so desperately trying to be non-chalant about this that he did not even hear the giggle of the stone Zuberi sat on.

At the herb statement, Freki quickly raised an eyebrow at Zuberi and replied: “Nothing against pain? Well, these herbs are certainly not magical,” he rummaged inside his little bag and brought forward a root, “but this helps a lot to lessen the pain.” He broke off a little piece and handed it to Zuberi. “It might not taste like cookies but it helps. Keep it under your tongue until it is dissolved.” He turned to Veces and looked him over, but he seemed like he was in need of medical attention. Not that Freki was an expert, but he had acquired some valuable knowledge on the subject. Seeing the white reaper glance about the place though, it finally hit Freki where they were.

Getting up on his feet, the young man let his gaze sweep of the luxurious flora of the place, plants in every size and colour, other natural objects like stones, the earth itself, everything was coloured, but not always necessarily in the colours a normal person was used to seeing. More than just a handful of purple stones were strewn around, and he could glimpse a few blue-ish knolls here and there. A little further towards the trees, he saw something yellow and glittering, which almost seemed like it could be a rivulet. Turning back towards the others with a look of utter fascination on his face, he saw them observing flying creatures that were unlike anything he’d ever seen. “No, the plants look vaguely similar to some I have encountered before, but this place is just too weird to be certain they are anything that we would know from outside of these walls.”

As Veces cried out, Freki immediately wanted to take a look at his hand, but the twig-thing seemed to grow utterly vicious. Whenever Freki tried to step closer, it would start towards him in an attempt to sting him and thus Freki backed further and further away. Until he stopped, frozen to the spot. His eyes widened in horror when they suddenly caught sight of what could only be described as a huge swarm of twig-things that materialised next to the wall. And they seemed to be headed straight towards them. Unable to utter a sound, he just pointed towards them, trying vainly to get out a sound. Where had those things come from? And why on earth were they attacking?! “Killertwigs!” he finally managed to shout, the air behind the white reaper buzzing with activity. “Run!”

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Zuberi hesitantly took the piece of root, cocking an eyebrow at Freki. She had only known him for a good hour or so, but she thought that she had learned enough about him to know that he wouldn't do her any harm. Actually, he really didn't seem capable of harming anyone if he tried. Unless of course the herb turned out to be poisonous. Then she would be in trouble. Shaking the thoughts aside, she did as Freki asked and put the root under her tongue, wincing at the flavor. It was bitter, with a hint of mud or dirt flavor. Not exactly the best, but it was bearable. She let the herb dissolve, but didn't feel any immediate affects, which wasn't surprising. It wasn't a magical herb, and she would have to wait for it to take effect.

As she waited for the pain to recede, she, too, took in the surroundings. It all seemed familiar, but wrong. Wrong colors, wrong placing, just... Odd. The little twig-bugs had started to appear in more numbers, and she frowned. They seemed harmless enough, but she didn't really like insects, and they would get annoying after a while. She was just about to say so when Veces cried out a warning. She whipped around to see him tear out the insect that had latched to his hand, and she shuddered, just as Freki yelped as well. Whirling around, she watched the nasty little things start to swarm and come towards them. Not realizing that the pain in her ribs had already started to fade, she leapt up and grabbed Freki's and Veces's hand, then sprinted to the forest, which, though it was probably only a few hundred yards away, seemed like miles. Ignoring the twinge of pain in her chest, she didn't stop until they had reached the border of the trees, and continued on a few feet until there was a solid wall of trees between them and the clearing. Breathing heavily, she watched the killer twigs, as Freki had called them, come closer to the woods. As they reached the edge, they seemed to halt, and the bizzing increased, as if they were angry that their victims had gotten away. Only when they turned and flew away did Zuberi breathe a sigh of relief. "Well, that was close," she gasped, smiling in relief. "If that is... All that we are up against... Then this will be easy." She let herself catch her breath before turning to her two companions, the white reaper and the kind gardener. "I suppose there is no turning back now. A swarm of killer insects stands between us and the entrance, and we do not even know if it is still open. We have to work together, though, or else we will most likely perish."

She looked at Veces in concern and gently took his hand, studying the sharp barbs that protruded from the palm of his hand. It looked painful, and was already starting to swell. "I do not know a lot about healing wounds," she said, glancing at Freki. "Can you help him?" The sting, she thought, probably wasn't too dangerous, but there was no need to Veces to be in pain if Freki could help.

As the three spoke, the dark creature lurking in the shadows came closer. It was small, no larger than a foot in height, but it was covered by inky black fur that made it seem larger. Small red eyes peered out over a large, jutting, sharp-toothed mouth, and three horns protruded over its snout and forehead. It let out a small, gutteral growl, and suddenly, four more pairs of red eyes appeared in the darkness. The first one nodded at the companions, oblivious to the little imps, grinning wickedly. It wasn't too often that they got victims to come into their realm. The five creatures gathered together and crept closer, silenting waiting to make their move. The lead imp stalked directly behind the man with white hair, and a blue band around his head. The creature prepared to jump, making a sharp cackling noise as it leapt straight at the man's back.

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