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3 Vandoren -> RE: Gavon Felarian: A Biography (7/7/2011 18:58:51)

“I can take you to the half way mark?” Spyte said. Everyone nodded. Spyte nodded to.
This tunnel was very steep, but that was not the obstacle.
The obstacle was that large stalactite jutted from the floor, covering every inch of the ground, like sharp stone spears. Nesanel looked down to N’tac.
How would he get across? Nesanel thought.
Then, as if on cue, the shroom-man spoke a few clicking and grinding words of magic, and he was just a mushroom patch. All of these mushrooms looked like regular mushrooms, and Nesanel was dumbfounded.
Then the mushrooms, one by one, poked in the ground, and back out, somewhere else.
The entire mushroom patch did fast circles around Nesanel.
“Aha!” Nesanel exclaimed and the group began to jump from stalactite to stalactite. The patch of mushrooms followed them.
A loud boom sounded in the tunnel. It sounded like it had come from the other side of the Chaos Weaver Nation.
Only Gavon knew that it had.
Spyte gave a worried look back, as if he expected to see through the stone, into his home.
Nesanel looked over to Gavon, just in time to see him drop a detonator, Spyte had not seen him do this.
A little while into the run, a decent sized bag of clinking metal objects fell into Gavon hands.
"Thank you, Vaal..." Gavon mumbled into the bag. The running continued.
Every now and then they would see a, larger than normal, spider crawl across the walls, they suspected they where spies. Spyte said nothing about this analogy.

They where only an hour into this journey when they reached a fork in the tunnel, both tunnels had the same terrain, and the same steepness.
They could hear an occasional clashing of steel, and a grunt, down the branching tunnel.
“We must stay on the main tunnel!” Spyte said and Gavon bounded across the stone poles, of the branching tunnel.
“Just a moment!” Gavon called back to them. Nesanel and Spyte waited. Gavon turned a corner, and nearly fell on the stone spears.
He stood on a ledge, below him was a very steep incline, sliding downward.
He could see, a good twenty feet away, a rouge, wearing only a large sack, fashioned into a shirt, and sack cloth pants, dancing around a spider-man. He had jet black hair, and piercing green eyes. In those eyes you could see an animalistic primal. Already three lay dead around him.
He wielded dual rusty daggers, they where plain, with no adorations.
The spider-man swung wildly his two short swords, trying desperately to hit the impossibly fast child.
Gavon could not determine the boys age. The boy looked like he was but 15, but his eyes told a different story.
If one looked into the eyes of Gavon, and then this child, although Gavon has had a hard life, they would see that this child has seen harder things, and done harder things.
Gavon was admiring the boys speed when a second Chaos Weaver jumped in the battle.
The boy was slammed into the wall and nearly killed, had Gavon not stepped in.
The one that held the boy felt a short sword dig into its skull.
Gavon whipped around to cut the other one down, with his long sword, but found that the boy had already done it.
The child made a primitive growl and he pointed a rusty dagger at him.
“Hold on, boy.” Gavon said, retrieving his swords, and putting them back in their sheaths.
“Do you speak my language?” Gavon asked. The boy truly looked like he could only growl, bark, and bite.
“Do you want to die?” The child asked. He had some unrecognizable accent. He had a little blood on his mouth. Gavon thought about how he could easily kill this boy, but another half of him said different.
“What is your name?” Gavon stuck his hands in the air.
“My name is Faust, Gavon Felarian.” Gavon did not question how he knew his name.
“Surname?” Gavon questioned.
“None.” Faust lowered his hands, but kept his daggers readily at his side. “Faust of the tunnels of the underground.” He added.



3 Vandoren -> RE: Gavon Felarian: A Biography (7/8/2011 13:13:16)

“How long have you been down here?” Gavon and Faust stepped from stalactite to stalactite, they where talking about a little of Gavon’s life, and a little of Faust’s life.
“I have lived below the surface world for all of my life.” Faust said, kicking off the tip of a stalactite. “But I have always thought of what it would be like, to live upon the surface.” Gavon turned and put his hand on Faust’s shoulder, nearly getting his hand cut off. Gavon laughed at this child’s likeliness to him.
“You can come with me.” Gavon removed his hand, seeing the young boy’s discomfort. “Today, and possibly for a while, I travel to the surface.”
“Would you like to journey with me?” Gavon saw Faust’s eyes light up. He nodded.
“Then let us return to my group!” Gavon and Faust bounded over the stone spears.

The entire group drew out some sort of weapon, on sight of Faust.
Even the mushroom patch that is N’tac breathed a few poison spores.
“I am Faust.” He said as he entered the fork in the tunnels. He stared at the rag-tag group of people that stood before him.
An odd array of people… Faust thought to himself.
An odd person, this one is… Nesanel thought to himself.
Faust went up to every person in the group and shook their hand; he even said a few kind words to N’tac, recognizing his race and form. Although he sneered at Nesanel, he thought him to look high and mighty.
“Do you know these tunnels?” Spyte asked Faust, an eager and impatient look spread upon his face.
“Yes.” Faust responded.
“Faust can take you to the surface!” Spyte said. “And I can go back and see what has happened, back at the city!” Spyte said. Everyone shrugged, so he bounded back, the way they had came.
He said a quick ‘Farewell’ as he went.
“We should probably leave here.” Gavon said, Nesanel knew why, he did not approve, but he knew.
Once again the group went up the steep stairway of spears, Faust leading them up.
After an hour they could hear the shouts and stomps of pursuers behind them.
They did not follow them far, however.
“I must rest!” Nesanel yelled leaning against a wall.
“Indeed.” Gavon said, crouching on a stout, flat topped, stalactite.
“Oh, yes.” Faust said.
About 40 feet ahead there was a tunnel, it had flat floors, and no stalactites.
“Up here!” Nesanel came up the tunnel, and climbed in.
The entrance to the tunnel was small, you could only crawl through it, but the tunnel it self was large. In fact, it was not really a tunnel at all. This area was a small circular cavern, with just enough space to accommodate, all of the group, plus a hill giant.
The entire group moved into the small cavern, and fit comfortably.
Although there was one problem.
Out of the wall stuck a large pole and it radiated golden light.
This only hurt Gavon’s eyes for a moment, for it was a dim light.
Nesanel tried to pull upon the pole, but it did not budge in the slightest. The metal pole was a gold color, with a hint of orange. It was made of a solid metal, what type of metal, the group could not determine, but said metal was very hard.
It had a gauze-type cloth wrapped around it, this gauze did not seem to want to come off, either.
Beside this pole sat a skeleton, who wore jumbled pieces of armor, of which Gavon took from him and equipped.
“I am going to sleep.” Faust said. Gavon nodded and went to lay down on a blanket, which had been packed in his back-pack.
“Yes…” Nesanel agreed, doing the same as Gavon. N’tac formed back into his single, mushroom-man form.
“Rrure’ftrac nacc’tuc, Ra’ct.” N’tac said, falling on the blanket, with Nesanel.
Nesanel put his hand on top of N’tac’s head, and they fell asleep.



3 Vandoren -> RE: Gavon Felarian: A Biography (7/8/2011 18:25:23)

Nesanel got up after sleeping only an hour and a half. He slowly opened his eyes, the eyes that instantly darted to the illuminating pole. This pole had spoken to him in his sleep, and now he must own it.
Nesanel climbed off of the stone floor, careful not to wake the ever so peaceful N’tac. Nesanel snuck over to the pole. He planted his hands firmly on it, and pulled with all of his might.
Although, he was still sleepy, so the pole did not budge.
A strange echo of Gavon’s voice, but this voice sounded deeper, rang in the back of his mind.
Who are you?
You are nothing.
Nesanel pulled harder.
This time a different voice spoke, it sounded like a child’s voice.
Who are you?
You are nothing.
Nesanel’s anger grew, every time as the voices spoke, he pulled harder.
Again they chanted, again and again.
Nesanel knew his strength had exceeded his own limits. He saw veins poke out of his arms. He saw his muscles bulge, showing clearly.
Now he heard, clearly, Gavon’s voice, right in his ear.
You are nothing!
Nesanel pulled the pole out of the stone wall, rocks and debris flew everywhere. Blood ran out in a few places, on his arm, but when he held the pole, he could not see what sat on top of it through the dust, he felt as if he had just eaten and received a good night sleep.
“I am Nesanel Wolfblade!” Nesanel shouted his voice sounded clear and strong. He pumped the illuminating object into the air.
He felt so proud.
Nesanel lowered his object in front of his face.
It was an axe.
Its head was gold with a hint of orange. The head had runes, that glowed yellow, and marks that snaked down it.
“N’tanecel!” N’tac cheered, he jumped up and down. Rocks were strewn all about them.
“You got it.” Nesanel said, pointing the axe at him. He pulled the axe back to himself and admired it.
It pulsated, he could feel it. It told him, in clear, angelic, words about his wonderful destiny. It spoke to him of good things, Nesanel felt well when he held it, and listened to its words.
Faust and Gavon stirred awake.
Faust jumped up when he saw the mysterious glowing weapon.
A look of terror spread across Gavon’s face. He felt horrible. He could feel his own terror pulsating back at him, from that glowing axe.
“What the hell is that?!” Gavon jumped up.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” Nesanel said, not a question, more like a demand.
“Ru’raTt’up’rup Kaa’tac!” N’tac said, he was dancing. Faust also felt weird around the weapon.
“Are you ready to leave?” Nesanel asked, turning towards them. Nesanel felt like he had slept forever, he had forgotten about their sleep.
“Sure.” Gavon said. Gavon and Faust packed up their blankets.
N’tac was touching the axe and rubbing it.
They all climbed out of the cave, N’tac already in mushroom patch form.
Once again they began moving along the stone spears.

About an hour later, rumbling started shaking the tunnel. The sound of rocks falling and stone grinding on stone. The sound was coming directly towards them.
“Uh, oh.” Gavon looked terrified.
Faust knew also.



3 Vandoren -> RE: Gavon Felarian: A Biography (7/8/2011 19:22:31)

“What?” Nesanel asked, he had not encountered these creatures much, he knew not the sound of death, the sound that tells that they approach.
“If my ears do not betray me,” Gavon looked to Faust, he shook his head. “Then we are about to experience a large amount of pain.” Faust nodded.
“Why?” Nesanel asked. The rumbling was almost forcing him to fall, so he leaned on the stone wall.
“Do you remember that day, at the Soul Weaver Academy?” Nesanel nodded. “It is the worm.”
A look of fear spread across Nesanel’s face. He could hear that it came right at them.
“What do we d-“ Nesanel was cut short by the Route Sliders entrance.
The worm burst through the tunnel in front of them, going straight up. Faust screamed, but changed to a sigh of relief when he saw the worm had not hit them.
“Route Sliders move in a random direction, when they know that they will die soon.” Gavon responded to Nesanel’s questioning look. “Of old age, of course.” Gavon added, responding to Faust’s questioning look.
“I have an idea.” Faust said. “Route Sliders have spike sticking out of their tail, each with a three-way hook.” The entire group nodded, even through Nesanel had no idea this was true.
“Then let us use it as an elevator!” Gavon finished for him. “The ride to the surface, going straight up, shouldn’t take all that long. If, of course, you can handle it…” Gavon added.
“Yes, let us do that.” Nesanel agreed.
“If we fall to death, it would surely be more preferable than starving or being eaten by a bigger creature than us… Hurry!” Most of the rumbling was above them now, so they could tell that the worm was soon passing. They stood right next to the worms ascending body. Then the body dropped off.
Leaving only the long spears it had on its tail.
“Now!” They all yelled in unison. They jumped off of the ledge, all grasping for the hooks, of the spikes.
Everyone held on to a hook.
Except one.



3 Vandoren -> RE: Gavon Felarian: A Biography (7/14/2011 12:50:43)

Nesanel cried out. “N’tac!” He yelled after the fast fleeting form. N’tac fell quickly down the hole that the Route Slider had left for them.
“N’tr’tric ruc’avou…” N’tac sobbed. He turned backwards, letting his stomach face the fast approaching stone floor.
“Ohhhh…” N’tac moaned.
The walls passed fast around N’tac, but he did not see these for long.
“N’tanec-“ N’tac was cut short by the stone floor meeting with him.
A cloud of spores flew up.

All was quiet.
The rumbling of the Route Slider was the only noise, and even it seemed to quiet down.
“He was just a pet.” Nesanel stated. They rode out the Route Slider.

“I don’t think I can handle holding on anymore.” Faust shouted over the rumbling.
“Me either.” Nesanel said. Nesanel’s arm had dislocated minutes ago, and he was under a great pain.
The group had ridden the Route Slider for a good half-hour, and now all of their arms felt like they had broken, and then broken a few more times.
“So how do we get off?” Gavon thought aloud.
“Maybe whenever we pass a tunnel, we could drop off, and, hopefully, hold on to the edge.” Nesanel suggested, switching arms. Everyone nodded their agreement. Now they just had to wait, how long? Let’s hope not long.

It was about another ten minutes later when the Route Slider slowed substantially. It almost came to a stop, but it kept going, slowly. The group exchanged looks, passing about thoughts though their stares.
The bottom of a tunnel came into view.
It had just appeared out of the tail of the Route Slider.
Cheers went out from the group. Faust swung from hook to hook, approaching the fast growing hole.
“It is defiantly the bottom of a tunnel.” Faust said, he was looking into it, and it grew even more. Now it was about big enough to get a crawling man through it.
“OK, you go first, Faust, and I will go last.” Gavon offered. Faust slipped through the hole, offering his hand to Nesanel. Nesanel had to put his weapons into the hole first, because he could not fit. Nesanel finally got through. The Route Slider came to a complete stop.
“Come on, Gavon!” Faust and Nesanel both offered helping hands.
Gavon swung over and blood fell from the Route Slider. The blood tapped steadily on Gavon head. Nesanel looked, horrified. Blood was oozing down the wall everywhere.
“Come on!” Faust shouted, pulling him in. Once they where all inside the tunnel they stood facing the side of the Route Slider, who had blood dripping down all over.
“What in God’s name…” Faust trailed off.
The Route Slider began descending, its bloody fold slamming against the edge of the tunnel, and then passing.
“Why?” Gavon asked, although he already knew the answer.
Finally the worm’s head passed them. And the group could now see clearly, its bloody broken face.
“Why?” Gavon asked again. Who, or what, had done this?
Primitive and guttural grunts, the grunts that is the ogre language, sounded above them.
The group retreated down the tunnel, which ascended steeply.
These tunnels lead the opposite way as the first tunnel, heading in the direction of the Chaos Weaver Nation, but ascending. If they continued along this way, they would, by about 100 feet, go over the Nation.
They all began running, as fast as they can, down the tunnel, mainly doing so to escape the enemy, but also doing so to stretch their legs.
They reached a three-way intersection.
One way went forward, taking them down the same tunnel, and another tunnel branched in, coming in from the right, from the group’s perspective.
“We should continue along this tunnel.” Nesanel signed in the world-wide recognized sign language.
They began hearing more ogres down the right tunnel.
Everyone nodded and continued their sprint, along the tunnel. An ogre dropped down from a hole in the ceiling.
“He-ha ha!” It laughed. Six more dropped down, as well.
Nesanel acted instantly, pulling his axe from his back and dropping the ogres head. Nesanel then continued by biting the Blade of Twilight deep into another ogres breast.
Faust was quick to take action as well.
Faust took out each of his rusty blades, and kicked an ogre down, stabbing it repeatedly in the chest with his daggers.
Gavon executed a few fancy sword routines, downing a few ogres himself.
After only seconds of battle, all of the ogres lay dead at the boys’ feet. They had not even been able to let off an alarm.
“Come on!” Faust rushed them, beginning to run again.
Now they could hear the crashing of rocks, and caving in tunnels.
Once again they where running.
It seemed like forever, to Gavon, until they reached safety, until the ever so familiar sound of destruction faded out of his ears.
They all dropped down into a seated position.
“Now that was an escape!” Faust exhaled, running a hand through his rough black hair.
“Do we just keep running now?” Gavon asked them. Nesanel shrugged.
Nesanel stood up.
“Lets keep moving. They could be on our trail, so let’s leave a longer one.” Nesanel said, staring down the tunnel they where going down. So they, once again set off, but this time in silence.

Once again the group heard falling rock and stone sliding upon stone. The sound was coming up and a fast speed and it was still some ways below them. They continued walking, and turned a corner, standing face to face with a dead end.



3 Vandoren -> RE: Gavon Felarian: A Biography (8/15/2011 11:09:36)

Faust put his ear to the stone wall.
“It is only about a 10 inch thick wall.” He said, pressing his ear to different places upon the wall. “There also seems to be rumbling from the other side.”
Nesanel stepped up, whipping out the Blade of Twilight, and cutting a few deep gashes in the wall. Nesanel sheathed his sword, and pulled out his mysterious illuminating axe, and began bashing and chopping the wall.
A small hole appeared in wall, letting through a dim beam of light.
Nesanel continued his bombardment, until, finally, the entire wall crumbled, showing a large shaft, which stretched upward, and downward.
A thick chain cranked on the shafts left wall. They looked down and saw a stone floor, one about 30 feet away, rising toward them.
The stone floor was rising to them at a decent pace. Faust backed away from the edge of the tunnel, and Nesanel eased towards it, looking down at the fast approaching stone slab.
“What do you think it is fo-” Nesanel was cut short by the rough leather boot of Faust, digging into his back.
Nesanel fell over the edge, racing towards the stone slab, which was racing up to meet him.
“What?” Gavon wheeled upon Faust. “Why would you do such a thing?” Gavon exclaimed, whipping about his sword, just incase Faust intended the same fate for him.
“He is not like us, Gavon; we are but tunnel rats to him.” Faust smoothed his words out of his mouth. “The purity reeks about him, and such purity is completely absent within us.”
“No.” Gavon rolled to the side, and kicked Faust squarely in the chest, sending him spiraling over the edge, and then jumped in after him.

Nesanel hit the stone slab, nearly breaking his left leg, and a few ribs. A second or two after the impact, Nesanel fell again further.
He fell through the stone slab, and landed upon another one.



3 Vandoren -> RE: Gavon Felarian: A Biography (8/15/2011 14:43:02)

Nesanel was in a tiny room, filled with chaos weavers.
“Spyte?” Nesanel asked blearily. Spyte grabbed him by the neck, and hoisted him up, holding him against the wall. A few of the other chaos weavers riding with them pointed spears, and swords, at Nesanel.
“Where is he?” Spyte spat, venom dripping from every word. Nesanel looked upon Spyte as if he had grown a second head.
“What are you talking about?” Nesanel asked. Gavon and Faust then bust through the ceiling.
Spyte dropped Nesanel, and strode over the heap that was Gavon and Faust. Spyte grabbed Gavon, and pinned him against the floor, tightening a rope over his wrists.
“Punishment is in order.” Spyte put a knee into Gavon’s back. “Our chaos weavers saw you, and your magical detonator. “
Gavon twisted his hands, grabbing a hold of the knife at Spyte waist. A few careful wrist flicks, and Gavon was free and on his feet, holding his blade and Spyte’s knife carefully to Spyte’s throat. The elevator stopped, thanks to a chaos weaver nonchalantly knocking a sequence upon the elevator wall.
Gavon flicked Spyte’s dagger, nailing the chaos weaver who stopped the elevators hand to the wall. Spyte reached out to his fallen brother, but was restrained.
The elevator shuddered, and began ascending, this time at a much faster rate.
The elevator kept gaining speed, until the riders where almost forced to the ground.
“What is it that you want to accomplish?” Spyte asked. “Surely you gain nothing but a few trinkets, from the ill righteous Chaos Weaver.” Spyte meant Vaal.
Spyte was just waiting until he could turn the situation around.
“Surely you do no-“ The elevator bumped violently, knocking its inhabitant to the floor, and sending Gavon’s sword across the floor, to Faust’s hands.
Gavon bashed his head upon the floor, knocking him into a deep comatose state.
Nesanel gasped as he saw blood pool around Gavon’s thick black hair.
Faust looked menacingly around the room, holding Gavon’s sword out.
Once again the elevator rumbled, and shook.
And then came to an abrupt stop.
The roof and some of the walls, caved in, as another roof crushed it.
Those lying down where safe, but those standing had to act quickly.
A wall fell down, revealing a tunnel.
Nesanel grabbed Gavon, and threw him over his shoulder, and ran out into the tunnel, just as a large stone blocked Nesanel from the rest of the group.
While Nesanel ran, he worked free a rag from his bag, and tied it around Gavon’s head wound.
Nesanel just kept running, until his legs wouldn’t carry him, and then some more.
When he finally took a break, he noticed a sign on the wall.
It was in Arachnen, the language of the spider people.
Nesanel did not know how to read the language, but he knew that Gavon did. Nesanel knew of a spell where, if spoken to a comatose person, the person would translate a language to the spellcasters will. Nesanel took the sign off the wall, and sat down by Gavon, trying to remember the words.
“Vrneat’acarum, Welifanis, tra Tra.” Nesanel’s words came haltingly, and misguided, but they sent a twitch of recognition through Gavon.
Gavon mouth dropped open and silently recited Nesanel’s magic words. When he was done Nesanel spoke the words of the sign.
“Exit into Surface in South tunnel. At intersection, turn east. Beware of cave-in’s.” Gavon spoke smoothly, and softly, talking at the same speed as Nesanel, taking no hesitation in his words.
Nesanel pulled out a magical compass, and lifted Gavon once more.
He began running down the tunnel.



3 Vandoren -> RE: Gavon Felarian: A Biography (8/29/2011 10:51:25)

They had reached the intersection when Gavon came to.
Gavon’s eye flared open, revealing a burning fire underneath.
Gavon shoved away from Nesanel, looking upon the tunnel they sat in.
“Where are we? Where is Faust?” Gavon turned upon Nesanel.
“Faust was left behind, with the Chaos Weavers… and we are in a tunnel to…” Nesanel fidgeted. “…To the Surface.” Nesanel finished. Gavon had suspected that was where they were, for he could feel the thinness of the air, and the elevation of light.
As Nesanel checked his compass, spinning in a few tight circles, Gavon tapped the walls.
“What happened?” Gavon felt the cloth wrap on his head, the wrap was soaked in blood.
“While you where threatening to kill one of the powerful chaos weavers,” Nesanel glared at Gavon. “The elevator crashed, knocking you to the floor, and bashing your head on the ground… do you feel alright?” Nesanel flipped his compass back into a pocket, and felt the cloth wrap on Gavon’s head.
“I feel… fine.” Feet rapped upon the floor, in the distance. “We should leave.” Gavon added nervously.
Nesanel shook his head, remembering that he was running from Gavon’s problems.
But, Gavon was Nesanel’s friend, and he wouldn’t leave him.
“Let’s go.” Nesanel and Gavon ran down the easterly tunnel.
It seemed running was all they did, these days.

“Now we near the end.” Gavon announced. “It is night on the Surface.” He added.
Nesanel nodded.
“You will not see the Surface.” A dark looming voice resounded coming from no particular direction.
“Run, Nesanel, my fight is with Gavon.” Vae’njaece stepped out from the shadows, blocking their way to the tunnel.
Vae’n’s trench coat billowed in the nonexistent breeze, and his soul claws gleamed violently.
A pair of glowing eyes stared out at them from below an array of black hair.
“Nesanel, you may leave. I recognize your innocence.” Vae’n’s eyes fell upon Gavon. “But you are guilty.” Gavon froze inwardly, but overcame it quickly.
“What will you do to him? Kill him?” Nesanel asked nervously, looking back between Gavon and Vae’n.
“We will not meet injustice with injustice. I intend to capture him, and punish him. But his death will not soon follow.” Vae’n nodded inwardly at Nesanel’s care. “A fair fight will take place. No allies lie at my back, none will lie at yours, Gavon.”
Nesanel stepped back, and watched the two closely.
Vae’n saw Gavon’s lack of weapons, so he threw him a basic longsword.
“Let us see what you are made of.” Vae’n taunted, as a circle of soul claws, varying in element, surrounded him.
The two men of the tunnels clashed, banging weapon upon weapon. They joined in a carefully executed dance, a limb meeting a limb, and a sword meeting a sword.
Gavon fended off the wave of soul claws, flicking his sword in circles, and wide sweeps.
Vae’n likewise fenced.
The same battle went on for nearly an hour, until both fighters slipped, and fell backward.
The breath was knocked out of Gavon, but Vae’n dove his wave of ethereal soul claws in for the kill.
“Krachu gavai!” Gavon screamed. An army of skeletal hands reached up from the stone, and pulled Gavon into the earth.
Gavon flew out from the earth behind Vae’n, planting a firm kick into his back. Gavon flipped around and faced Nesanel.
“Go!” He shouted, spawning three skeletons to delay Vae’n.
Gavon pulled Nesanel to him, and ran down the tunnel.
Nesanel shook free from his grasp.
“I will not take part of your evil!” Nesanel stomped a foot. “I follow you now because I have to, not because I want to. Know that, Felarian.” Nesanel stormed forward, and Gavon followed, flinching at slow step they took. He wished they could go faster, but he did not want to leave Nesanel, and he did not want to talk to him.
The light level increased dramatically, once the exit from the tunnels was just a few yards away.
“Gah!” Gavon cried, shielding his eyes, and falling to his knees. Nesanel grimaced and grunted, but kept going. A massive headache hit Gavon, but he stood up and ran to reach Nesanel.
“What do we do once we reach the Surface?”
“You can do whatever you want.” Nesanel squared his shoulders as he was 8 feet from the exit.
Gavon’s eyes flew open, and he franticly looked about, as the cave began rumbling.
Many rocks fell over the exit of the cave, leaving just enough room to crawl though.
Nesanel broke into a run.
Rocks pelted Gavon, opening old wounds, and beginning new ones.
“Help me!” Gavon shouted to the fast fleeting back of Nesanel. Nesanel looked back at him, and kept running.
Gavon’s hands clenched as the rocks piled about him, and he released most of his energy, focusing it into a single wave.
The rocks flew away, and he started running after the exit.
“You cannot escape me!” Vae’n screamed, frustrated. Gavon dropped onto his back, and slid threw the tiny exit hole. Nesanel covered his eyes, and scanned the area.
They were in a large clearing, in the middle of a forest. Trees littered with boxes and wooden planks surrounded them, and box-like creatures skittered all about them.
A final rumble echoed from the tunnel, and it collapsed. Gavon sat, putting his back against a large pile of ruble, which blocked the entrance to the cave. Gavon was worn out, after the energy it took to move the fast growing pile of rocks, about him.
The moon shone brightly in the sky, and the stars looked nearly like the fire Gavon could feel, in his eyes.
“Necromancy.” Nesanel spat, turning an accusing eye to Gavon. “Why, Gavon?”
Gavon dropped his head, looking to the grass.
“So… so I could bring back the people I loved.” Nesanel was obviously taken aback by the answer. Nesanel shook his head, and paced.
“And blowing up the Chaos Weavers gate?” Nesanel turned to Gavon again, accusation taking his eye once more.
“I… I don’t know.”
“I can’t imagine wh-“ Another rumble shook the cave, and a green-ish longsword protruded from Gavon’s chest.
Muttering a few spidery words, Gavon dropped forward, showing the green longsword protruding from the ruble.
Nesanel caught Gavon as he lurched forward.
Vae’n stepped forward, magically passing through the rocks.

“Gavon! No!” Nesanel held him up, and checked his breathing, and pulse.
Nothing.
“What have you done?!” Nesanel lay Gavon down, and faced Vae’n, pulling out his axe.
“You will pay for this!” Nesanel threatened.
“Don’t do this, Nesanel.”
“Do not command me, murderer!”
Soul claws shot out of Vae’n’s hands, and Nesanel made a heavy swing at Vae’n’ stomach.
Vae’n narrowly dodged the axe, and blocked another attack.
Vae’n began panting early on in the battle, still weary from Gavon’s attack. The fighters battled for ten minutes, until Vae’n kicked Nesanel in the chest.
“I gave him what he deserved.” Vae’n reasoned. “Necromancy!” Vae’n spat. Vae’n helped Nesanel up, pulling him to his feet. “He was a burden to the world. You have seen the darkness in him.”
Nesanel shook his head, not in disagreement, but in disbelief.
“And now I must take his body back to the Nation.” Vae’n hefted Gavon onto his shoulder. Nesanel grabbed him by the arm, and turned him around.
“Wait! I want to bury him here.” Nesanel crossed his arms.
“He is a criminal, he m-“
“I don’t care!” Nesanel shouted. “He spent his whole life trying to reach the Surface, and he made it. You can’t take that away from him.”
“I suppose you are right.” Vae’n sighed.
So, for the next half hour, the duo dug a shallow grave, for Gavon.
They did this in silence, and with remorse, and soon they finished.
“Will you help me put him in?” Nesanel hoisted Gavon over his shoulder, and lay him down in the ground, Vae’n helping him soothe him in. Then, silently, they covered Gavon’s cold body in earth.
Gavon’s black eyes stared unto the sky, as stars twinkled in and out, as if trying to hide from his black gaze.
Earth matted his dark hair, and flecks of dirt stained his peaceful visage. Hand after hand of dirt fell on his face, and Gavon was visible no more.
“I suppose that is the end.” Nesanel patted the earth of Gavon grave, as he stuck a large piece of stone above where Gavon’s head was.
Vae’n wordlessly slipped back into the dark tunnels, and Nesanel remained, silent, before starting off for a distance castle, nestled in a large, loving, oak. The moonlight hit Nesanel’s eye right as he realized his freedom, at what cost.
So goes the life, and story, of the tormented Gavon.
But is it truly over?
Never.



3 Vandoren -> RE: Gavon Felarian: A Biography (9/3/2011 18:07:59)

The Rising


A pale hand poked out of its shallow, disrespectful grave.
Its fingers clenched and unclenched repeatedly, until they started twitching, and blood ran from its wrists.
The hand started withering in the dirt, as another, identical hand popped out a few feet from it.
This hand was just as pale and tinted green, if not blue, and it likewise began twitching.
This went on until a groan of frustration sounded from the grave, and the hand’s popped back into the earth.
“Narla, ura’baine ovlha!” The earth itself seamed to exclaim. And a black figure rose from the grave, slowly ascending, to float over its grave.
The figure dropped, having already spent a good bit of energy escaping from its black prison of dirt.
It stared at the ground, hiding its eyes from the night.
A revenant pale against the moonlight.




3 Vandoren -> RE: Gavon Felarian: A Biography (9/3/2011 18:09:18)

Its black hair was matted with dirt, and even blood. And its hands where shaking at its side. The head looked up at the thin, ragged but proud, figure in front of him.
The creature’s eyes where a bright green, and his face was gaunt and pale.
“’Ello, Gavon.” The figure before the creature said casually, as if talking to an old friend.
The creature, Gavon, could smell his blood in this man.
“You are more my child than ever, eh?” The man tapped his foot.
“You aren’t real. You are dead…” Gavon looked thoughtfully at the man, and cocked his head. “…Father.” Gavon finished, and stood up. Two small fangs poked out of mouth, and they poked over his lower lip.



3 Vandoren -> RE: Gavon Felarian: A Biography (9/3/2011 18:10:40)

The man flicked a thick muzzle at Gavon, and let out a loud roar, allowing the full moonlight to gleam on his canine teeth.
“Oh, I am real.” As quick as the man changed, he changed back, and came back in control, even quicker. The man walked up to Gavon, and laid a clawed hand on his shoulder.
“And I am out there. I am watching you.“ The man took and step back and smiled, bearing fangs near identical to Gavon’s.
“My worst fears, at least they where my worst fears,” The man smiled wider. “Have not come to pass. But I suppose that this was your first… eh, near transformation.” He nodded. “The excursion of all that energy, that spellcasting requires must have raised your heartbeat dramatically, and the full moon only helped.” Gavon struck the man on the mouth with his cold hand, which had not warmed since his raising.
Gavon let out a grunt of pain. The man’s jaw was as strong as steel.
And, in turn, the man struck Gavon, with about the force of a stampede of Gorriliphants.
A large concentration of spirits where within Gavon, and they all told him to kill this man, all the while trying to take over Gavon’s body. Gavon nodded a smiling approval at his success at taking all of these spirits within himself.
Gavon jumped backward and chanted a few magical words, summoning an ethereal sword.
Gavon swung quickly, executing several different sword moves, giving his father a few bloody wounds upon his forearms.
But now it was his fathers turn.
His father was now fully a monster, and he pounced upon Gavon, slashing at Gavon’s face, and trying to claw his legs with his feet.
Gavon pushed the flat of his blade against his father’s chest, keeping his tearing teeth away from his face.
But Gavon could not hold for long, exhausted by the major amount of magic he had used today.
Gavon’s father fell upon him, crushing the air out of him, and grazing his teeth upon his face.
Gavon grasped frantically around, grabbing something from the monsters waist, and smashing it against his fathers face.
The monster screeched, and fell backward, withering against the ground.
“What the hell was that?!” Gavon shot upward, losing control of the magic that bound his sword, so it disappeared.



3 Vandoren -> RE: Gavon Felarian: A Biography (9/3/2011 18:12:04)

“Acid!” Gavon’s father screamed and cursed, clawing at his burning face.
Gavon scrambled about, not knowing what to do. But then he stopped, and once again spoke a few magic words, nearly causing his limited energy to exhaust, and pass him out.
And the ethereal sword once again appeared in his hands.
“Wha-? What are you doing?!” Gavon’s father stretched out, and looked at Gavon with horror. “No, no, no, no…!” He turned over and bounded away…
Not fast enough.
Gavon put a foot into his back, and struck the sword entirely through the back of his neck.
The beast howled, and slowly turned back into a human.
The sword disappeared, and Gavon stepped off of him. Gavon’s eyes shone with glee, and his fangs gleamed white.
“You want your freedom?” Gavon’s father mocked, somehow still alive. “Take it.”
He stood up again, his face nearly melted away, and blood running from his throat.
He ran a hand lightly down his face, and touched the blood on his chest.
Gavon’s father rasped a chuckle, and Gavon once more struck him upon the face, and then once more.
“What is your name?” Gavon stopped and asked. A low rumble resounded in his father’s chest.
“I am Kack. Kack Felarian.” He responded, blood flowing freely from his fanged mouth.
Gavon broke his father’s legs, with magic, and kicked him in the chest, pushing him back.
Gavon then walked past the prone form of his father, walking toward the keep in the oak, in the distance.
“Wait! Where are you going?” The man pushed himself up on his hands and knees. “Get back here! You aren’t free, you are mine! My son!” Gavon turned back.
“No one is my master.” Gavon shook his head, smiling. “Certainly not you or your curse. My willpower runs deeper than that. Now, bleed to death like a good dog.” Gavon turned and walked away, again.
Gavon grinned as he walked away, loving necromancy.

“Halt, um…” The knight at the gate stopped when he took in the full image of Gavon.
“What… what is your business here?” The knight slouched for a moment, but then shot back into a straight posture.
“I only seek refuge, my good man.” Gavon smiled warmly, and stood up straight.
“Oh… ok, fine.” The knight looked Gavon up and down, and decided he was safe.
He made a few gestures to someone out of sight on the wall.
The door slowly creaked open, and the knight saluted. “Have a nice stay in our homely keep.” He smiled faintly, forcing a smile at all.
“Yes…” Gavon replied as he strode through the gate, and he turned around to see everyone on the wall looking at him. Once he looked to them, they all averted their gaze, and nervously continued about their tasks.
Once Gavon was inside a man in Knight armor, wearing a doctor mask, who was talking with another knight stopped and rushed over to Gavon.
“Are you ok, friend?” The knight clamored, nonchalantly pulling the doctors mask over his mouth. Gavon flashed a crooked grin.




3 Vandoren -> RE: Gavon Felarian: A Biography (9/3/2011 18:13:09)

“I am fine, good man.” He put a hand the mans shoulder. And the knight shook his head.
“No, I think you should come with me, I can at least give you something to warm you. You are as cold as ice!” The man lead Gavon inside of his residence, which was filled with potions, and sick people.
“Here…” He said throwing a blanket to Gavon, and rummaging around in a pile of bottles.
“Where have you been, anyway? Dragesvard? That would be a fair guess, considering your cool, and your lack of sun. Ah, here we are.” The doctor turned back around holding a bottle of brandy.
Gavon took it, and drank. It felt like fire running down his throat, and though his insides burned, he kept a blank look upon his face.
“So, what is your name and where did you come from?” The man asked, holding out a hand. “I am Sir Junn.” Gavon could not help but chuckle.
“I am Gavon Felarian.” Gavon took the hand, and near squeezed it from the mans wrist. And then Gavon seemed thoughtful. “And I came from… Dragesvard.” Gavon decided to leave out as many questions as possible.
“And what are you doing ‘ere?” The man pulled a blanket over a prone man on a bed a little more.
“I am… I came because… I am a Hero!” Gavon stuttered, but he finished matter-of-factly. “And I am going across Lore, doing quests!”
The man looked a bit taken aback.
“Oh, my! Maybe you could do a few things around here?” The man suddenly had an all new outlook on Gavon. “Most everyone here seems to need help… Especially with the sneevils! I hate those little things…” He drifted off, naming off possibilities.
“You should probably start with the fabled weapons of Sir Jing!” He took out a scroll. “Since you haven’t gained our trust just yet, you can’t really handle anything else… OK, here, give this to the two men outside.” The doctor handed the scroll to Gavon. “I am glad you came along, Gavon. Lore needs as many Hero’s as it can get.” A sad look crossed his face, but he dispelled it, and shoo’ed Gavon off, tending to some patients.
Outside, there were only two men, by a catapult, so Gavon walked up, holding the scroll.
Gavon handed the parchment scroll to them, and they read it.
“Off you go, then!” One of them said, pushing him toward the catapult.
“What?! Wait! What are you doing?!” Gavon easily overpowered the two knights.
“How do you expect to get there without a catapult?” The question seemed so absurd, that Gavon just crawled up into the catapult, without argument.
“Ho!” One of the knights said, and chopped the rope holding the catapult. “Farewell!”
“How do I get back?!” But Gavon was already gone.




3 Vandoren -> RE: (DF) Gavon Felarian: A Biography (11/9/2011 12:31:05)

I am going to die. I am going to die. I am going to die! Gavon thought.
Gavon spoke quickly, and had finished his words right before he landed, and he hung suspended in the air over a pile of… mattresses?
“Surface people are… unpredictable, to say the least.” Gavon murmured as he released the spell, dropping onto the pile.
Gavon landed lightly, deftly rolling off the pile, and jumping to his feet.
In front of him lie a large ruin, which mostly consisted of a stone floor, a few pillars, and a large staircase leading to a platform, that light radiated from.
“Well, that is my objective…” Gavon held the blade, he had recently acquired, with the blade facing backward. Gavon ran up the pile of mattresses, and jumped off the top, landing before a field of monsters.
Small thunderheads floated gently over the ground, as well as living embodiments of water.
The first puddle of water slid up to Gavon, and threw a few watery punches, but never making it close, Gavon didn’t even break step, stabbing the life out of the embodiment.
Gavon jumped into the air, landing belly first into the crowd.

Gavon began ascending the stairs with water dripping off his sword, and other than that, no sign that he had been in battle.
Whenever Gavon reached the landing, he jumped backwards, and hid behind stairs.
What are those… things? Gavon thought to himself.
He saw one embodiment of water, which stood up like a man, and one embodiment of wind that did the same.
And the last embodiment was… fire?!
Gavon released heavy breath, and jumped over onto the landing.
Once he came into sight, the embodiments flew at him, throwing punches, and even blasts of their respective element.
But Gavon was too quick, and strong, for any of them, and they where all dead within a matter of second.
Gavon grunted his satisfaction at the ease of that quest, and then gasped when he saw the chest. Gavon chuckled a little, and opened the chest.
Inside lay a staff, with sparks jumping up and down its length, a sword was thin and shaped to resemble a bolt of lightning, and daggers that looked as little crystallized bolts.
Gavon smiled and pulled a blanket from his pack, wrapping the weapons in it.
Now Gavon wondered how he would get back to Oaklore.
Then he saw the catapult not to far away, facing the town.
Gavon and laughed and jumped up into it, cutting the rope that bound the catapult from firing.
“Ho!” Gavon bellowed as he flew off.

Gavon landed directly outside of the walls, and he quickly recovered from his landing into mattresses, and scaled the wall.
He was up and over the wall in a matter of seconds, and then he was off to the two men with the catapult.
“Now, what do I get?” Gavon asked as he slammed the blanket with the weapons of Sir Jing down.




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