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Dysmas Wiley ([personal profile] sealedwithlies) wrote in [community profile] aworldforusall2017-01-10 04:14 am

The Black Fog

WHO: Dysmas and everyone involved with the 'Nightmare Fog'
WHERE: The City of Birchpointe
WHEN: Twilight
WARNINGS: Worst Nightmares, Violence, and Trauma




This is what every single individual alive had in this world. It is what starts hate, violence, wars. Some believe that is the key to conquer. To become victorious you must bring out the worse for those who think they are above it. That is of course what the fairy of Tamatobriga, a Celtic region of the world which known within their forest lies the dark fairies, and their leader, King Dysmas believed to be so true.

As the light from the city faded more and more, the clouds capturing the sunlight. And so did the shadows travel down from the streets to the top of skyscrapers. Then from the shadows emerged King Dysmas who only lifted a foot onto the pavement of a roof on the tallest building in town. His intricate coat and long translucent wings that only magically seemed to glitter although light was bare. One could only fear the power he held.

Dysmas lifted his hand toward the ground as the shadows grew bigger and darker as they seem to now start to fully submerge the city. Thick clouds transpire from the depths as it quickly took over through the city streets. Individuals walking through the fog felt a deep sense of dread strike them, the dark magic creeping to engulf their mind and take over their sense of rational thought as it would bring out their worst fears and horrific illusions of nightmares. Deadly screams of terror could be heard as those effected by the fog would collapse or run in terror from their visions. Some causing anger as they acted out in violence.

Giving a wicked smile, Dysmas watched the city go into chaotic terror under his illusion. Knowing how worse it will be for the humans and demons who lived here now. To live in fright after all can bring out the wicked. And the damage this will bring for weeks to come is only the more delicious for when they turn into the Caligino.]

Fair is foul, and foul is fair… Hover through the fog and filthy air…
blackrose_born: (I know book fu)

[personal profile] blackrose_born 2017-01-10 11:38 am (UTC)(link)

[A glowing, yellow, three-tailed fox-thing with a gem set in its forehead charges forward, putting itself between Conan and the source of the magic pinning him to the ground. Once in position, it sets itself in a four-legged stance of defiance, baring its teeth at the figure in the distance - and forms a shield around the immediate area, into which that sickening, twisting fog cannot enter.]

[The apparent source of the cry (presumably the creature's name) enters that shield without so much as a ripple, and... she's tiny. Three feet tall tiny, dressed in robes that make her look like a little kid out for Halloween - she even has the fake pointy ears. She's not even holding a weapon, for Christ's sake, just carrying an old book. Someone should probably get her out of there, before that shield goes down.]
Edited 2017-01-10 11:39 (UTC)
heartbeatingwings: (PB is Thomas Sanders) (Default)

[personal profile] heartbeatingwings 2017-01-11 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Hearing the sounds of someone coming by, Conan's eyes widen as he turned to the source. Seeing the fox shield him as he took a breath in surprise. Then twisted his head as he saw a small girl, but no she mustn't be a kid. Especially for such power as the shield cut off the dark magic that held him down.

Conan flew up as shook his head to try and get his senses together, trying to ignore the tears he shed. Then noticing his dad giving a snarl at them as he prepared to strike. Conan held his hand as helped try and reinforce the shield with his own white magic. He looked back at her.]

Look thank you for your help but-

Y-You're in danger here, this isn't your fight, you gotta get outta here!
blackrose_born: (How to kill a god in thirty seconds)

[personal profile] blackrose_born 2017-01-11 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, at least this particular person - one of the fae, she now realizes - knows that she's not a child. That's something, at least. You wouldn't believe how many people try to pick her up and run.]

I couldn't fight at this range if I wanted to, and I really, really don't. Not that I think I couldn't win, but flight just isn't among my abilities, and it'd take too damn long to get up there otherwise. I say we run like Hela was on our heels and find a rally point.

[Look who... isn't putting deed to words. She knows people, and you don't look like the sort to run, Conan.]

Of course, if you wanted to carry me up there, I wouldn't be opposed to putting the rat bastard responsible for this on the run.
heartbeatingwings: (True Anger)

[personal profile] heartbeatingwings 2017-01-11 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Glaring toward where Dysmas was trying to destroy them. Conan took a breath as his wings flickered in quick thought. Then shook his head.]

Believe me, I wouldn't chance fighting him. He's the King of the Cethins, dark fae. We both can't fight him alone... I should know!

[Then giving a quick gaze as he saw a light fixture nearby.]

I'll spark that light with an electrical force to strike him in distraction and I can fly you out of here okay?
blackrose_born: (Meet me on the battlefield)

[personal profile] blackrose_born 2017-01-11 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
[She could tell him who and what she is. She could call on any of a dozen different mounts that could bear her up to the top of that tower and confront this son of a bitch. Hell, she could probably call in a strike force of Valkyries if she really needed to. But the simple fact of the matter is, she doesn't have enough information. Killing a king - or a god - takes planning.]

Well enough. My shop's not far, and it's warded. If he tries to follow us there, he deserves what he gets. [Her expression is a dark, foreboding smile. Word to the wise, do not follow a forgemaster of Alfheim into her domain intending to make a fight of it. It will not end well for you.] I can hold this shield another ten seconds - let's quit this place before he finishes preparing that strike.
heartbeatingwings: (Fly into Action)


[personal profile] heartbeatingwings 2017-01-11 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Holding the power on the shield to keep it from breaking although the cracks were starting to form, Conan was trying to keep steady from the force of dark magic being thrusted toward them.]

I doubt he's after me this time.

[While he could explain what "this time" meant, he knew this wasn't the time nor the place to do it. Then gritting his teeth as he quickly swung his hand for his next magic spell as an lightning blast came from the sky toward the light fixture. Short circuiting and hitting Dysmas, knocking him off balance as the dark blast was disapparated.

Conan quickly grabbed the girl into his arms as pixie dust sparked out from him to help him fly and carry their weight despite his broken wings.]

Hang on!!

[Quickly Conan flew them out like a streak of light. Hearing Dysmas cry out to him.]
heartbeatingwings: (Im Sorry...)


[personal profile] heartbeatingwings 2017-01-11 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Conan flew on and on til they were out of sight. He winced his eyes shut, but he couldn't drown out what his father was shouting toward them. As soon as they were out of range his voice cracked as he tried to hold back his breath. Trying to forget that asshole, as his heart pounded shaking as he carefully flew them out of the dark fog at least.]

Wh-Where... Where is it...?
blackrose_born: (No time to rest)

[personal profile] blackrose_born 2017-01-11 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
[She considers replying to the booming voice of the fae king, but decides against it. Time for the issuing of challenges and declarations of vengeance later. Right now, there are more pressing concerns.]

There. [She points to a low rooftop among the giants that surround it, a two-story brick affair with rooftop access. Seems someone's used to having customers that fly.] Land before you fall, I can take care of the rest.

[And even as they land, she's palming a soul crystal, getting ready to start seeing to his wounds. If she'd realized he was in this bad a shape, she'd never have suggested he carry her. There's a brief lightstorm around her as her attire melts into an entirely different set of robes, and then a faery pops out of thin air and sits on her shoulder.]

Can you manage a few stairs, or do Eos and I need to start working on you here and now?
heartbeatingwings: (Rubbing Back of Head)

[personal profile] heartbeatingwings 2017-01-11 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Conan took a breath of relief as he saw the place of refuge. Holding out his legs to get a proper landing as they got to her shop. Letting her down gently as he watched her attire change. He gazed down toward the sprite she summoned, then looked back toward her, as he gave a weak smile.]

I suppose I do need at least to recovery a bit of energy before I go back out there...
blackrose_born: (Scholarly pursuit)

[personal profile] blackrose_born 2017-01-11 10:57 am (UTC)(link)
If you think you're going back out there without at least getting that wing seen to, you're a bigger fool than I am. [She offers a wry smile to soften the words, but there's a core of steel there - she is not letting him back out there without some healing.]

[She leads him down the short flight of stairs, and points to the bed - simple, practical, just like all the other furniture. She pours him a shot of something a rich amber from a glass bottle that was sitting on her nightstand.]
Drink this, then lie down face down, you don't want to put any more weight on that than you have to. Eos, be a dear and start work on the veins? This is going to be tricky work, even with hands as small as mine.

[She hasn't dragged out any surgical tools or anything, but it's pretty obvious she's skilled in at least a few different types of magic by this point - and apparently Eos is too, because before Conan's even drank the shot (if he intends to; it's really potent, really smooth liquor), she's casting spells to repair the tiniest bits of damage she can find, working from the bottom up.]
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[personal profile] heartbeatingwings 2017-01-12 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Conan's wings fluttered a bit as he sighed in discouragement.]

I've tried before... I think he cursed it when he tried to rip out my wings in anger. I-I honestly don't know if we can but...

[Following the girl as he sat on the bed. Holding out his hand for the drink. Sipping it slowly. Laying down, he certainly will not object to anyone trying to heal him at least. He took a break as parts of the damage from the darkness was starting to heal at least.]

Th-Thanks... I don't think I ever got your name?
blackrose_born: (No time to rest)

[personal profile] blackrose_born 2017-01-12 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
We were in kind of a hurry getting away from there, weren't we. I guess we have time for introductions now - my name is Aeslyn. Eos, the sprite currently working on your wings, is an old friend of mine. I'm afraid we've no power to break curses like that, but we can at least put right what wounds you have just sustained.

[She's pulling out another book - this one not quite as ornate as the one she had before, but still quite definitely a grimoire of some kind.] So. Why is a dark elf levying a nightmare curse on us? I can't help but feel there's some sort of connection with your presence here.

[If she's made the obvious connection, that Conan must also be one of the dark fae at least in part, she's not mentioning it. Considering some of the allies she's had in the past, maybe she just doesn't care.]
heartbeatingwings: (True Anger)

[personal profile] heartbeatingwings 2017-01-13 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Conan smiled and gave a little wave to Eos before looking back at Aeslyn. He nodded, he was at least thankful they were gonna heal some of the wounds he got from earlier.

Gazing up to the ceiling as Conan had a dark sort of glare in his eyes from that. He had an idea, knowing his father's hatred for humanity but it was only a guess.]

Probably trying to create a discord rift between the humans and demons again. He wants to conquer over anyone who considers "weak" in his way. Whatever he has planned I know he just wants to hurt someone...

If he wants me to punish me by doing this, then I suppose he succeeded. To think being banished and erasing those who cared about memories away wasn't enough.