Fieren

"Let go of me sonny!" Belg struggled, and eventually broke free. Snatching Doxis' water bag, he poured it over himself, belting it back to Doxis' belt, patting his shoulder.
Shaking his face into sobriety, he regained himself. The drunkards face was gone. He was Belgariad, artisan medic, savior of countless lives in this hellhole.
"Been waiting for an oppurtunity like this lad." He walked to the puddle of corrosive blood, kneeling down to it. It was slowly seeping down to the ground. Belg took a small vial out of his medic pouch, he scooped a bit of the blood, corking it before it could escape.
"I'm going to study this, find out more about these lil' bastards." He dusted off his medic robes, and paced to his quarters.

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Folion

Zhilys rushed to his aid in time. The acidic blood had enveloped half of his body before Zhilys arrived, the corrosive liquid burning his skin. Despite, he refused to shed a tear, nor cry out in pain. No intention of showing weakness of any sort shined through the cracks; only darkness and silence subsided. The wicked tip of Zhilys' scythe lightly scratched the blood searing across his chest. After a moment, there appeared to be no reaction, but the blood soon began to slowly drip off his chest.

A smile of glee glowered on his face.

Removal of the blood, however, had reduced his energy by a considerable quantity, and he appreciatively took Zhilys' offer to escort him back to the barricade. Soldiers in arms, the two trudged slowly back to their base against the receding sun.

"Why did you do such a stupid thing? Your curiosity will be the end of you some day." So came Zhilys' warning. Sant's insane grin played his face again.

"On the contrary, comrade. My curiosity could save all our asses some day as well..." A pause. "...However, if you're not the optimistic sort, then I guess curiosity could be fatal. His mind traveled back into the past. "Have you heard the tales of a curious little monkey? It always did interest me. Much rather would I actually drown the beast then watch its demise through curiosity." His grin faded into the night.

"Night approaches with haste. Nevertheless should the beasts still come, I recommend that our other comrades retreat into the barricade." Sant then whispered, quietly, "The beasts gain... strange abilities in the dark."

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Astro

"The beasts gain... strange abilities in the dark."

'Hmm' Zhilys heard about it before, but never anything in detail or even close to a decent description of what those abilities were. 'Strange abilities?'

"Strange....abilities?" He asked Sant. "What kind of abilities? Any sort of magic?"

Zhilys had always been interested in magic and even served a magician for a year so he could pay the enchantment on his scythe's blade.

He could do magic, but in such a small scale it was barely noticable.
To produce a single flame of about the size of a peanut, it would take almost too much energy from Zhilys. He had been advised not to use his magic powers unless it was strictly necessary.
It's obvious that his magic powers came with his heritage, but he knew nothing about such matters.

Zhilys stared blankly at Sant's face waiting for an answer to his questions. He wanted to know more.

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Doxis just watched as Bel bolted out of the tent and to the pool of blood. All he could do is sigh, once again, at the man. He made such odd decisions in life. Doxis didn't want to see him get killed.

He hurried over after grabbing a nearby bow. Oak wood, not the best, but at least it was durable enough. He kneeled beside Bel. "What is it? Any idea?" he asked. He was as curious of these enemies as everyone else, but one thing he questioned was why there blood was sentient. It seemed as though these creatures were nothing but animals, but being controlled by some sort of substance. That was his speculation, at least.

He looked over to Bel, waiting for an answer.

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Strange... abilities? Zhilys' asked. "What kind of abilities? Any sort of magic?" Zhilys' tone increased with anxiety during the second portion of his question. He seemed to have an interest in magic, for a little bit after he stayed in silence, wandering in his thoughts.

"I've payed witness to it firsthand!" Sant murmured, almost superstitously. "It's astounding that I can't even fathom where the origin of these beasts are! Hell most certainly isn't it; they seem too... I don't know... just something about them that makes them otherworldly. About those powers..." Sant's head turned, focusing on the battle area behind him.

"Camoflauge is obvious, which makes it dangerous enough to fight when night's cape fall over the Earth. Another seems to be the power of teleporation. When I was returning from a skirmish, I could hear the beasts approaching behind me and when I turned, I could see their evil-eyes glowing in the dark. However, the eyes dissapeared and I momentarily assumed that they had closed them to blend in. That was not the case, when I heard them approaching from the side." A shiver raced down his spine.

"I'll expand on it later, when we're in the barricade."

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"What is it? Any idea?"

Bel paid no reply for a moment, uncorking the vial for a moment. In about a second or two, the blood slugged to the top of the vial. Belgariad recorked the vial in an instant.

"My God.... like it 'as a mind o' its own Doxis."

Shaking the vial slightly, the blood replied violently, spinning and vortexing up and down the bottle.

"Look at that, amazin', and frightenin' at the same time. Every single cell in these this blood type can attach to one another, maybe becomin' a being o' its own, as you and I saw. It must have devoured the creature it was in? Hell, I'm not sure if those monsters we hammered were hosts or shells created by this blood. Amazing! Amazing!"

It was hard to believe this man was a pathetic drunkard less than five minutes ago.

Belgariad stared back at the blood puddle he retrieved it from, completely dried out without a trace. "

"Strange though, the blood seems alien to this world, dying if left uncovered. I'm guessing when the body suffers a fa'al wound, the blood devours it, trying t' keep alive desperately."


But Belgariad shook out of his intellectual babble. This was a war, not an apothecary. "I need time with this sample, The blood seems to be the life an' death of these things, so it's perfect for testing. If I can find a weakness, a fatal one, any allergy or any negative side effect, we might have our trump card against these demons."

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Bel only confirmed his fears of the blood being sentient. He was right though that measures be taken to find any sort of negative reactions. Doxis looked around and saw Sant and another man entering the Barricade, so he decided to return as well, Bel close in tow.

When they arrived, he turned to Bel and said "Keep researching that blood, it'll prove useful. In the meantime, I'll try to see if I can't find any information about the beasts. Someone here has to know what we're up against."

((Another short post...sorry. Just not in a very creative mood today. ))

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spiritorange

"The beasts gain... strange abilities in the dark."

A deep frown appeared on Boh's face as he heard these word's. He knew all to well what strang abilities some of these beast could do at night. A sudden wave of remenbrance went over Boh takeing him back to the time when his whole village was obliterated in what seemd mere seconds by the beast that romed these now waste filled lands. Boh turned around pasty white....

"I think i will stay out here and keep guard for a little while.... i need to think about some things..." the words barely managed to leave Boh's lips before he feel to the ground with his back the the towns walls...

Boh watch as Zhilys helped Sant back into the town and as everyone else followed before looking back out towards the barren lands that lay in front of him.

((hope this works))

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Astro

"I've payed witness to it firsthand!" Sant murmured, looking a little bothered. "It's astounding that I can't even fathom where the origin of these beasts are! Hell most certainly isn't it; they seem too... I don't know... just something about them that makes them otherworldly. About those powers..." Sant's turned his head, looking to the battlefield behind him.

"Camoflauge is obvious, which makes it dangerous enough to fight when night's cape fall over the Earth. Another seems to be the power of teleporation. When I was returning from a skirmish, I could hear the beasts approaching behind me and when I turned, I could see their evil-eyes glowing in the dark. However, the eyes dissapeared and I momentarily assumed that they had closed them to blend in. That was not the case, when I heard them approaching from the side."

"Teleportation? Time bending abilities in such beasts?" Zhilys was amazed and really preocupied with this information. "I heard only the strongest magicians could use such arts. But...beasts?" Then an idea came to Zhilys mind.

'Maybe the beasts are controlled by some magician, or several magicians.' It was a scary tought. 'But what would have powerful magicians against us? Are they after us? Or something else of value?' Zhilys felt he had to share his toughts with Sant so he repeated his toughts out loud.

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((Sorry I haven't posted, I've been out of the house for a majority of the past four or five days. You can assume that Orem was out on the front, seeing as his character is meant to be on the front-lines.))

"And that makes six!" Orem yelled, counting the number of the beasts he felled with his blade. This one, though it should have fallen in two from the last flash of his blade, simply fell, blood splashing about. "So many of them...WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYBODY!?" He couldn't help but shout. He noticed that something was wrong when he looked around and saw that his comrades had all begun a retreat to the barricade. "Oh, sure! Leave me out here, ya' blasted idiots!" He sheathed his blade and began a sprint back to the barricade, hoping to make it there before the gate was closed.

"Moving too slow...gotta lose some weight..." Orem stopped and dropped his crossbow and quivers on the ground at that moment, and quickly threw-off his chest-piece, which landed on the ground with a loud thud. "Muuuuch better!" With his newfound speed, reaching the barricade was easy to achieve. He had never enjoyed the heavy armor he wore, it restricted his movement greatly. "I think I'll stay without the chest piece for now, so much easier to move..."

He looked around the gate, and saw an injured Sant being dragged inside. Seeing Sant carried by another man eased his somewhat churning stomach. Though Sant was annoying, he was invaluable in battle.

"Camoflauge is obvious, which makes it dangerous enough to fight when night's cape fall over the Earth. Another seems to be the power of teleporation. When I was returning from a skirmish, I could hear the beasts approaching behind me and when I turned, I could see their evil-eyes glowing in the dark. However, the eyes dissapeared and I momentarily assumed that they had closed them to blend in. That was not the case, when I heard them approaching from the side."
Hearing this, Orem couldn't help but yell, "Good idea Sant! Now when he sees it firsthand, he won't panic so much!"

Orem had his own ways of battling these monstrosities in the dark. To put it simply, a blind man can only trust his ears to see for him. Orem fought these creatures with his eyes closed, relying only on what little noise they made in the first place. Thanks to this, he was often posted on night watch, which he hated as it interfered with his sleep.

((Tell me if I need to change anything.))

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