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There once rested a vast city, a city where fire and magic united as one to fend off intruders. Within this city lived a fire goddess. A goddess who could use fire to bring down even the most powerful forces. She was silent, but spoke only when needed. She also could use electricity, to short out even the most complex machines. She was one to fear, and disliked if one called her vicious. She had little quarrel with her followers. She only requested that if her day came to follow her kind to the great skies above, that they bury her and leave her be. She had no children, only several people who she knew very well. She knew their names, their ages, and even their history. This goddess only wanted peace once she had found her time; To not be disturbed from her spirits sleep...

Yet when she was finally buried, the vast city fell into chaos. Her followers split, to spare themselves from her fury. There were 12 in total, only the bestest friends she had befriended before she died. She has only wanted peace, yet now there was none. These followers feared death, and hid to 12 different lands. The goddess is still buried in her resting lands, but how long will she be there before someone disturb it?

You were given a challenge by an odd messenger, an old cranky car that refused to speak thy name clearly. They gave you the challenge, and when you turned to asked them why they had vanished into thin air. You live within this city brought to chaos, one of the few inhabitants still living inside the city that used to be lead by the fallen goddess. You have learned that one of the followers from ages past has been located within an underground cave. Your duty, should you accept it, is to find this follower and try to get them to join you in a pursuit to bring the goddess back and bring order to this city.

Scrawled into the old paper you were given is the names of the 12 followers. Each one is still terrified of the slightest thing, and still fears the goddess' spirit. Everyone in the city received the same paper, all saying they saw the same messenger who looked annoyed and twitchy. Suspicions arose that this messenger was one of 12, but no one has proof. So now your journey begins......

The names scrawled into the paper is messy, but the one circled is 'Kyranaius', the one rumored to be hiding inside the underground cave.


(Note: the 12 followers are my characters. This is a chance to meet each one in different zones, and solve a mystery.)

Jamroar heard this spirit. As he moved through the forest, he felt this was his beginning of his journey to learn about his past that his Mage Master Bauru was hiding from him resistantly. Jamroar has found a cave entry and begins to enter with caution moving ever deeper into the cave.

To her the spirits voice was constant, always a furious roar that echoed in her ear loudly. She would cower deep in the cave to try to get away, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't. She was still in the cave when she heard footsteps. Fearing that this was the spirit coming to get her, she fled deeper into the cave, terrified. The cave was lined in ice; Moss hanging from the ceiling. The floor was wet, from water dripping above.

Jamroar heard movements. He picked up a large stick and fashioned it into a lighted torch. Once again he began to move into the cave deeper very slowly.

"It's okay. I am not going to hurt you. I just want to know who you are."- Jamroar yelling loudly

(If my posting is delayed, it's due to internet spazzing out)

She hears the voice, her ears raisin slightly and slowly as she crawled back untik she encountered him. She was a medium-sized dragon; Purple with ice blue eyes and small feathered wings.

''Your not..The spirit?'' She asked cautiously, but stayed in the shadows slightly, shivering. ''The spirit...She's angry..''

[No problem. I am a very patient person.]

Jamroar approached to be to be a medium-sized dragon which was purple with ice blue eyes and small feathered wings. He wondered if this creature ever seen an elf before. Anyways he tried not to get close to spook the dragon creature.

"I am not. The spirit...what spirit? I am Jamroar and I am a mage from the Kingdom of Talis. Suprised to see a dragon here but I thought all dragons were evil."

''The spirit of the Fire Goddess. She is hunting her followers, because she was denied an afterlife. I am Kyranaius, one of the 12 aincent followers that hides in fear. I am evil, but only to an extent by natural means. Why are you here, in my cave? Did the spirit send you here?''

"I am having dark dreams. I dreamed that I rode on a dragon which I circled the castle square of Talis, the kingdom where I am from. The dragon destroyed buildings around leaving them in smoldering fire ashes. Then with me on dragon's back, the dragon landed with a thud in the middle the castle square. The people were scared when I hopped off the dragon when I was in the process unveiling my identity from underneath hooded cloak. They recognized me. One man in crowd said "I was too far go gone. He chosen this path. All hope is lost." My master told me that my future is not yet written and my dreams should be dismissed. I can't get rid of these dark dreams. However I must say my father died when I was born but I sense my master is not telling me the full truth who my father is. Not sure why he won't tell me. That's why I have chosen to take this journey on my own to uncover the past that has been hidden from me and my place in this realm. Perhaps that is why I am here."

''Sounds as if it is a dream fortelling the dark and distance future. I come from the destroyed future. I exist soley on the set fact that the future is full of ruin, and hope that once stood stronge has become crushed; Beaten senseless by chaos. The spirit is furious, and her village of the Ignitusa has fallen into a terrible state of chaos. The fire spirits are strong with her, and each was sent to hunt down her followers to kill them. The Fire Goddess spirit is very strong, and can burn almost anything down when needed. You've never heard of her until now?''

"Sorry I don't believe I have. Old manuscripts of the old religion were destroyed during a great war before I was born. They fought over the practices of blood magic. Their leader Casimir Bloodcrow was imprisioned in the Netherworld so he would not be a threat to the earthe realm again."

A man in his late thirties in a long black hooded robe came from behind Kyranaius from the deep shafts of the caverns.

"Kyranaius, I told you no visitors. Who are you talking to? We must find the Forgotten City so we can reunite the Clan Draconis for our plans of destruction. Don't make me put you back in your neck shackle. You don't want that do you?"

''The village in ruins is often considered a war. The Goddess is using all she can to keep it destroyed. She often challenges people to a fight, but if she gets hit one time she'll hiss and disapear. She used to be friendly, but something disturbed her sleep...'' She inquired.

A loud hiss sounds as a giant fireball shoots out at the two from the cave entrance, narrowly hitting them both. It burns the air and melts the ice as the spirit of the Goddess appears, screeching loudly. She had no feet, only a dress that dangled above the ground, eyes glowing red. She looks at the two before growling. She disappears before she is attacked, singing the ground underneath.

Kyranaius had yelped when the fireball had missed, and trembled when the Goddess had breifly appeared then disappeared. ''Did you see that?! Or hear it!?'' Kyranaius exclaimed, shocked.

When she heard the voice, though, she screamed and ducked down, covering her ears. ''Hiss!''

"Yes I did. It means the goddess hates you. Now leave, boy!"

''I thought you were gone, Casimir!'' She hissed, getting back up and turning around with a growl. ''It's all your fault the Goddess is at unrest!''

"I never left. The goddess hates the boy you are talking to. Therefore it is not my fault."

Jamroar stood puzzled as he looked at the other two.

"Casimir, you escaped the Nether World! You are here. For all I all know he may have been the one that brought the goddess here."

''The followers all vowed to keep out of the forgotten city, in fear that they would be killed. No one lives there anymore, and those that do live there hide in fireproof homes. 12 followers, me being one, left our home to hide from her. What makes you think she hates the boy?!''

"Because the spirit tricked me long ago to father a child with her. The spirit and I are is his parents. He looks so similiar to me in resemblence."

Casimir walked closer to Jamroar. He pulled out a dagger with his right hand from beneath his cloak and held it up to Jamroar's neck where he could see the tip of the blade. Casimir was furitated to what he was about to do next.

"This boy is of good magic. He will spell our doom. Now he must die unless there is a good reason he must live. I brought him into this world and I can take him out of this world."

Casimir slowly lifted the dagger back up as he was about to bring it back down to strike his neck.

Screeeeeeeeeccccchhhhhh!

The spirit appears behind the boy, and her ghostly claws grab ahold of Casimir's shoulders, eyes burning like a hellfire out of control. ''Or shall you leave this world?'' She hissed, hands still hot as fire, body floating above the ground. ''You found one of my followers, the purple dragon called Kyranaius. She will be sent back to the forgotten city, where I will force her to follow my ordersss....'' The spirit hissed, a forked tounge flicking.

''The hisstory of the city is told through each follower. They hold the past,the present, and the future. Each holds this history they were taught, but have to be forced to give up their secrretsss. Good and evil exisssts for a reason. While killing the boy would benefit you, he could be used to get the purple dragon to give up her sssecrets, perhapss?''

"Yes you are right. I will use the boy. That's make that dark dream of his come true."