(I'll have some minor rule adjustments up after this post.)
(Actually Zeros' taking the sword is fine since Duilin dropped it.)
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Draven peered through the forest, seeing an opening ahead and several people standing around. He came closer, sneaking behind a large tree at the edge of the clearing. The forested ground he was on was a little higher than the clearing, so he had a good view of the people and what they were standing in front of-- the cave. Several bodies of Dark Soldiers were strewn about.
Draven recognized most. He squinted at the sight of Scorch, but smirked when he saw Duilin. There was also the man who attacked him with claws earlier, the shape-shifting Gepardi, some woman he didn't recognize, and a small child... The winged one who attacked him earlier was nowhere to be seen...
What are they doing? Planning something? Does Duilin still have the sword? Draven wanted to eradicate them all... but it would be better to watch for a bit...
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"Err... it's yellow..."
Climb down?! Is there an invisible cliff after the invisible floor?! Iduran squatted, petrified of the height, and began to tip-toe forward. Amazingly, the very first step was a bit lower than the first, as he somehow expected. He turned around, feeling downward with his left hand, hoping to find something to grab on to-- and somehow he did. He continued this way for a good 10 minutes, slowly descending the invisible ledge until he touched the black sand of the beach. Upon contact, he collapsed on the ground, sticking his sword into the sand.
"I'm getting too old for this..."
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(Haraldur, you don't want to go here just yet... heh...)
The elder Haraldur saw the edge of the sea before him-- sharp black mountains jutted up out of the ocean. Among the mist of the mountains, dark spiked towers jutted up at regular intervals along the coastline. He had come to the edge of what was called the mainland of the Dark Empire, a sprawling continent 1,000 miles across through the middle. This had once been the most beautiful land in the world. But abuses of nature had turned the entirety of it into a desolate wasteland. It was no matter-- this is how they like it...
As soon as the towers came into view, a flood of winged creatures poured from the towers. Haraludur soon found some 50 black wyverns spread out in front of him. But there was another... A man in armor lead the way, flying through the air under his own power, completely covered by bleak gray and blood red plates. Only a slit in his pointy helmet allowed him to see. On his back was a sword-- the width of a normal broadsword, but its length was twice his size.
The warrior floated in front of the legion of winged creatures.
"WHOSO DARES TRESSPASS WITHIN THE REIGN OF THE DARK EMPIRE?"