NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is the main place for updates in the low fantasy world with the Luxyin. Post here for dealings with them. I'll edit it if you need me to Hyperspacial travel.

Yur-tor gave a wolfish grin. A new start for him, and the others who came. "We should start with a common hall for us all." He growled happily to the others. "It shall be the start of our new life. Tiurnua, take as many as you need." A female Luxyin bowed lowly and started picking other Luxyin she knew to start gathering materials for the house. Yur-Tor picked a few other Luxyin to come with him. "Come hunters, food is the life of Luxyin, and our pleasure too!" Each Luxyin went off with something to do, and it was good.

It had been a few days, and the Luxyin had prospered. A small village had been erected, and the food was plentiful. No Luxyin complained, and all were happy and warm among their comrades. Except one. Thiere-Iirian, the unsure one. He was not one to trifle with, and not one to be near, but he was the first pup of Yur-Tor, and was left saftly alone. But Thiere did not feel comforted in this place. Some force on his mind convinced him to do terrible things. And he had let them. But now they needed not his permission, they were the ones letting him do things of his own accord...

Yur-Tor walked slowly through the forest. He was in a hunting mood today, and none dared approach him when hunting. Suddenly, he saw a deer. Young, feeble and unsuspecting. He could already taste it's warm flesh. Yur-Tor licked his wolfish lips. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain from behind. His eyes filled with red, and his knees faltered. He had not the strength to let out a howl of pain. He felt the pain retract, and a unknown creature flipped him over. His own pup, Thiere-Iirian. Yur-Tor let out a gurgle. Tears welled up in his eyes as he saw the insanity in his pup's eyes. Yur-Tor's life was quickly ended with his own pup gourging on his flesh...

Thiere walked through the forests, speaking to the voices. "Now, you will leave me? Finally let me be?" He growled in a deep tone, hoping that they would not go back on their promise. "Yeeessss... now we will leave you... And we will give you the power over all darknesss... Somethiing no other Luxyin hasss..." Thiere-Iirian's ears lifted. Suddenly, his body was wracked with convulsions. "Goodbye... Do not fear your powersss.."

"Will he live?"
"I don't know."
"What was he doing out here?"
Thiere-Iirian awoke vaguley aware of voices. "No..." He growled "It isn't fair! They said they'd LEAVE ME!!" He got up with a roar of anger. He then noticed 2 of the town's strongest Luxyin, also his younger brothers. The smaller of the two, Lior-Nevaire stared at Thiere intently. "What are you doing out here? We have been looking for father for an hour, why did you not respond to the howl of honor? You are obligated to help us!" Lior-Nevaire growled rather loudly. My two brothers. Fathers favorites, he always loved them more. Well, we'll see if the voices did what they said they would... He suddenly recited a deep incantation unknown to him before. What he saw next was unbelieveable to him. His two brothers' disentigrated down to their bones before his very eyes. He knew he'd have fun with this...

Thiere-Iirian walked back to the village. He would vent his rage on all those who wronged him. He grinned. None would escape his wrath...

As he walked into the village, Luxyin crowded around him, asking him about his father. He responded with a massive incantation. The Lxuyin quickly back away, but it was too late, the entire crowd around him had disentigrated as his brothers did. Smiling as he killed wave after wave of Luxyin, he eventually started to feel an intense pain in his leg. He ignored it and continued to kill mercilessly and without thought. The numbness spread, ever so slowly, but Thiere still ignored it. FOOL! You have used your poers too much! You've doomed us both! "What But you-I- What?" Thiere-Iirian whimpered quickly. A dark vortex opened. Our only way to keep in existance is by sacrificing you for our power. Thiere-Iirian howled as he was sucked into the dark portal. It was indeed a sad day for the Luxyin. Many a tear was shed in sorrow for those who died that rueful day...

OOC: About 100 Luxyin were killed by Thiere.

Narrick was always filled with a horrible disease the elders liked to call, "wanderlust." Always in the woods and hills as a kid, always falling into creeks and bogs and thickets. He was 16 now, a man or thereabouts, but none of that had changed.

Now he'd been walking for over a day, to the east. His knapsack was running low on the rice and dried meat - soon he'd have to turn around. But he figured he could go on a few more hours. New worlds lay around every tree...

He hardly noticed the sun getting so low, lost as he was in the world of his own thoughts, in the world of new places and new things just ahead.

And then things got strange.

Narrick was always filled with a horrible disease the elders liked to call, "wanderlust." Always in the woods and hills as a kid, always falling into creeks and bogs and thickets. He was 16 now, a man or thereabouts, but none of that had changed.

Now he'd been walking for over a day, to the east. His knapsack was running low on the rice and dried meat - soon he'd have to turn around. But he figured he could go on a few more hours. New worlds lay around every tree...

He hardly noticed the sun getting so low, lost as he was in the world of his own thoughts, in the world of new places and new things just ahead.

And then things got strange.
Tiurnua-Tor sniffed. An intruder. She growled.

No one was allowed to step past the boundrys, not even a pitiful HUMAN could not smell the markers. She quickly set off in the direction of the disturbence to hunt it down...

He grabbed a handful of goodies to his mouth as he stopped for a bit in the shade. Still not noticing that pretty much everywhere qualified as "shade" by this point in the forest.

But he noticed his food tasting odd. Finally he brought his roaming thoughts back to his roaming self. What was that taste? No, not a taste. Some kind of smell. Oh, that didn't smell good. Did something get in the knapsack? no, no. It was a scent on the air. Smelled kind of like...

Dog, perhaps? No, some other animal. Must be a wild boar or something upwind. He'd never been much of a hunter.

He leaned against a rock, eating, not enjoying it. That damn smell made it taste bad. And, hey, it was dark out...

"Yes it is," he said to himself. Suddenly his voice seemed very isolated, very clear against the backdrop of eerily quick silence that'd just dropped over the area. He began to walk again, but had the feeling he was being watched.

Tiurnua-Tor growled. She'd give this intruder 10 seconds to run after she showed herself. If he didn't run bu then, his ribcage would bend in ways he didn't know it could. Tiurnua jumped out in front of the stranger. "Go back to the way you came." She growled, her eyes glowing...

He hadn't gone very far before he realized he'd lost his way. Normally this was a great thing - he loved the feeling of being lost in a huge world. Not so now. He wasn't able to see where the sun was, but he knew home was generally the opposite direction.

And when the beast growled and blocked his way, a jolt of terror ripped through him. Until it spoke. "Go back the way you came," it said.

In the old tales, monsters never spoke. One of their defining features, in fact.

He raised his hands to show he had no weapons and tried to look nonthreatening (which was easy enough). He stammered. "Yes! Yes, I - uh, I will. I am. That's exactly what I was doing." He glanced to his right. There was a steep embankment with a tree's roots exposed by erosion. No way of climbing that, he had to go around, but that was surely west.

"Uhm," he added, still quite afraid but placing hope in the knowledge that, by folklore anyway, this was not a monster, "Perhaps you could, uh, tell me how to go west from here?"

He growled. "Don't play games human. I don't like to shed human blood under Nur-elze, as she does not enjoy it." She gave him a light scratch across his chest with her long claws. "GO!" She pointed in the direct opposite direction of the scent markers.

"I'm not play- ow!" was his response. Clutching at his chest as if it was ripped open, he stumbled backward, and then turned and fled.

Disease racked the entire village. The dreaded Black Claw had struck the Luxyin. In the morning, a Luxyin would be healthy and fine. Before noon, he would be dead. Some Luxyin hid in their homes. Others went about their buisness. Others tried to run as far as they could get. It didn't matter. An equal number died, no matter what they did....