Anomalous Trip (Part II)

[Dragnoxz]

You feel a slight tingle.

Farenvól: “Am I clear to you ?” You hear her perfectly despite the sound of falling water nearby and the slowing of the helicopter engine.

[slicsinatra]

“Yes I hear you clearly.” I look around the surroundings, on edge since I am without my weapons (I assume).

[Dragnoxz]

Farenvól: “Do not worry, this place is safe from harm.” She moves away from you slightly. The ground softly thumps when she steps. “I am changing now.” In a fluid motion, she morphs to your scale and the airflow breezes by to fill in the displaced area her area once was occupying. She is now your scale, and walks up. “Follow me.” She leads you to a dark space. Your FLIR kicks on automatically in one eye. She walks slow as if you can’t see, then she notices you right next to her. “You can see ?”

[slicsinatra]

“I have implants that allow me to see in darkness, among other things.”

[Dragnoxz]

Farenvól: “Implants ?” She continues to walk. “Your kind put things inside of you to see better ?”

[slicsinatra]

“Not just for sight. Per say. More like, for tactical advantage. My specific group may not be like the people you are used to. They have been here for some time. Some of them may not have these implants because they are fairly new. I believe my group is among the most elite, maybe they are but I believe in them immensely. Though we may have lost one of ours and that troubles me, I know he went down fighting.”

[Dragnoxz]

Farenvól: “I am sorry for the losses you endure. I too have losses. If we fail, their loss will be in vein, and not only this world, but your world will become the rampage playground for our enemy.” She begins to walk toward the pilot of the chopper as she communicates to you. “Have you heard the legend, and the prophecy of this land ?”

[slicsinatra]

“Only from what I’ve seen through you.”

[Dragnoxz]

Farenvól: “I must tell you.” The pilot reaches her and they begin to talk. Farenvól doesn’t respond till she’s done talking to the pilot. You can tell the pilot is a female with dark blond hair. “I will tell you our version. One of our kind, long ago, was the overseer of this land. Banished by our council, because he was not a pure blooded. He was discovered to be mixed with another dragon of Mithril origin. It was before our time.” She ignites a torch and walks you and the female pilot, her name tag says Dixie, along a cavern tunnel. “However, this is where he decided to reside, after his banishment. After his cycle of hibernation, he ventured out to explore and fly. While he was flying the turns of the rivers like he use to, he was distracted by the shout of a Rain Wolf trying to warn him of a bridge that he was about to crash into. It was almost too late. He dove into the water to slow down, but was knocked out because he hit one of the pillars holding the bridge up, and pushed it over a little bit. The Rain Wolf tried to find him but while she was distracted was captured by poachers. She cried out. Eventually, he came out of the water to find poachers carrying off the one who warned him of the bridge. He tried to save her and they shot him with a powerful weapon that launches metal balls. It didn’t kill him, but he tricked them and then rescued her. Then she helped him get to the nearest town to be helped. Of course he could turn into human like I can. That’s how he got into the town.” She holds the torch over a wall and it begins to ignite other sections of this vast underground network of rooms and tunnels. You see a large hollow area with a grand stair case going up to somewhere. She ignited candles by something you can’t see her using to ignore them. The place becomes much more catchy to the eye as it continues to illuminate. She continues. “While they were at the town, evil had its own plan. Black Hounds flooded the lands, capturing and holding down anything alive. They didn’t kill them, but many giants followed and captured the life from the land and took them away. They even got the Rain Wolf. But he was not. He hid. Then tried to rescue her, again. He later rescued the survivors and killed many of the giants. He could never find all the hounds. Many of her kind revealed themselves to her and the rescued villagers as being a secret community among the humans, and exposed that they were being hunted for their changing fur and skin. She and her kind rebelled against the cruel rulers in the neighboring villages and then he, the Gold/Mithril member of our species ultimately stopped the poaching and banished their ruler for a long time.” Dixie yawns. “It was also a time of drought. After this happened, it began to rain after a few moons. They later found out the communities that once sold Rain Wolf hides dissolved in the mountains, and then the snow of the mountains began to drain down the mountains again to produce the weather needed to nourish the lands. He left a warning, to us, and we turned it into a prophecy for the humans. The warning was that he, the one who ruled in the mountains, might come back and take vengeance for what happened. It was then, he, the Gold/Mithril of our race, was respected by the council. He was offered us, to raise and mentor to prove he was worthy as a noble. And then he had to go. So he left me and my brother here as the protectors and guiders of the land. He called us Nal’yus. The Guiding Protectors. The humans built us and the Rain Wolves a temple, or shrine, to honor us in the town they built where the bridge once was. And so, peace and prosperity thrived. This is the Legend of the Rain Wolves passed down. As a consequence, he was shown no glory, in order for him to show humility, to prove his purity in action of selflessness for others. So then, history was written, that the Rain Wolves shine.” She faces you and speaks verbally. “The prophecy of Salvation, was directions to find his spirit, wherever it may go, to come back, and save us from that evil whenever it returns. Among you all, he must be there, if not in flesh and bone, his spirit lives on. We don’t know if he’s died, or if he’s just hiding, but he’s among you. I’m certain of it.”

Captain Dixie: “So, who’s this ?” She asks, looking at you.

Farenvól: “Sorry, you’ve never met ?”

[slicsinatra]

“I don’t believe so. I’m 1st Lieutenant Callus Caston. I was accidentally sent here with my SPOND team on a separate mission and had my command changed over to Major Neltz to help you all considering me and her have a connection of sorts.”

[Dragnoxz]

Captain Dixie: “I do too.”

Farenvól: “As I’ve said, you have minds that are easier to connect to them most. What must be done is you two must connect without me. But I will have to guide you. You will connect by the mind, not your invasive implants. But first, in the way you have implants, I must train your minds.”

Captain Dixie: “Like, rewire our brains ?”

Farenvól: “If that’s how you call it, then yes. I will go to my study and guide you from there. I will have to communicate more words through our mind link. You will find study rooms on that path.” She points to the hallway that is dimly lit with candles. “You will need to sleep. But I will have to keep the link on to build your mind up for this ability. Your head will hurt and you will hunger.” 

[slicsinatra]

“Here.” I pop out a carbon pill for me and Dixie. “Maybe this will help the recovery at least.” I look at Farenvòl. “It is just a carbon capsule, would that be okay?”

[Dragnoxz]

Captain Dixie: “I don’t use those.”

Farenvól: “Your technology is interesting to me.” She walks into a room with a small stream. “An excrement room, for your kind. The waste will drain where the stone can filter it and be used for the flora and fauna. Your resting areas are over there. Rest well. We shall remain in mind link for this time. If you need things, just talk with your mind.”

[slicsinatra]

I pop the carbon pill into my arm tray. “Suit yourself.” I head to my rest area and attempt to sleep.

[Dragnoxz]

Captain Dixie: “Hmm.” She shrugs before walking off to rest. Behind you the rest of the chopper crew comes in. Dixie peeks out and tells them something before retreating to rest. Perhaps this is an opportunity to write a journal entry.

Farenvól: “Rest well.”