Pax RP

In a small, flat section near the base of the small mountain on Ana, surrounded on almost all sides by the rocky walls, there stood a dark woman, looking at her handiwork with some pride. On one side there was a rectangular rock that, at first glance, would appear to be a table. However, it possessed something very odd-on one of the wide sides pointing to the middle of the opening there was a shallow hollow, and a groove that went over the side, travelled down the stone table and into a clearly arcane symbol that had been carved into the flat stone floor. On the other side of this was nothing-but in the flat stone there was a straight line with a deep hollow in the centre, shaped like a twisted key, attached to both the middle of the straight line and the very end of the carved symbol.

From the small entrance, and indeed around the entire area where this had been done there was-what could only be described as a slight feeling of menace and wrongness. It didn't effect the woman standing there looking at it however, it was her work after all, and so she quite enjoyed the feelings-it meant it was going well so far.

In one hand, she held a bottle full of silver looking liquid-it was quite viscous, reminiscent of blood-which is what it probably was, so it was probably best not to ask where she got it from. The woman-Swix-stored this bottle inside the red bag she always carried with her, then pulled out the odd black paper she had been consulting when she first got to this world. This time though, it didn't have a list-just two sentences that showed up in the red writing and faded almost immediately, leaving a blank black page.

She just needed one more thing-or rather one more person, and this would all be completed. Swix smirked then turned around and left the spot, confident that even if someone did find this place, they'd have no idea how to use it or what it was for. She headed for the Catacombs, the small settlement on which all the 'outcasts' were gathered. She could find the kind of person that she needed there, she was sure... And the war between the races that wanted 'supremacy' over the worlds had provided sufficient cover for her to do this without too many unnecessary interruptions.

The fools had no idea what was awaiting them.

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A short time later, the dark woman arrived at the settlement, looking around to see who or what she could see, what they were doing, and if she could entice certain of them away. The feeling of 'wrongness' seeping outwards from her work should've reached this area by now, and her appearance would hopefully arouse some suspicion. Time to go a-hunting.

In a small, flat section near the base of the small mountain on Ana, surrounded on almost all sides by the rocky walls, there stood a dark woman, looking at her handiwork with some pride. On one side there was a rectangular rock that, at first glance, would appear to be a table. However, it possessed something very odd-on one of the wide sides pointing to the middle of the opening there was a shallow hollow, and a groove that went over the side, travelled down the stone table and into a clearly arcane symbol that had been carved into the flat stone floor. On the other side of this was nothing-but in the flat stone there was a straight line with a deep hollow in the centre, shaped like a twisted key, attached to both the middle of the straight line and the very end of the carved symbol.

From the small entrance, and indeed around the entire area where this had been done there was-what could only be described as a slight feeling of menace and wrongness. It didn't effect the woman standing there looking at it however, it was her work after all, and so she quite enjoyed the feelings-it meant it was going well so far.

In one hand, she held a bottle full of silver looking liquid-it was quite viscous, reminiscent of blood-which is what it probably was, so it was probably best not to ask where she got it from. The woman-Swix-stored this bottle inside the red bag she always carried with her, then pulled out the odd black paper she had been consulting when she first got to this world. This time though, it didn't have a list-just two sentences that showed up in the red writing and faded almost immediately, leaving a blank black page.

She just needed one more thing-or rather one more person, and this would all be completed. Swix smirked then turned around and left the spot, confident that even if someone did find this place, they'd have no idea how to use it or what it was for. She headed for the Catacombs, the small settlement on which all the 'outcasts' were gathered. She could find the kind of person that she needed there, she was sure... And the war between the races that wanted 'supremacy' over the worlds had provided sufficient cover for her to do this without too many unnecessary interruptions.

The fools had no idea what was awaiting them.

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A short time later, the dark woman arrived at the settlement, looking around to see who or what she could see, what they were doing, and if she could entice certain of them away. The feeling of 'wrongness' seeping outwards from her work should've reached this area by now, and her appearance would hopefully arouse some suspicion. Time to go a-hunting.

(("The Collector" huh? Alright then....))

Today.... actually felt like a good day.
Like the moments before a great storm, it was full of energy, and he could feel it in his gut.
He just needed the inevitable first "CRACK" of thunder.

Coolpikaaa left his little catacomb at Ana base camp in a genuinely positive mood. On the way out, he passed the charm given to him a fair while ago, debating taking it with him. No, he thought, he wouldn't be gone long. Entering the main tunnels stretching his torso gingerly, the electric rodent briefly considered his journeys here so far before shoving that thought from his mind. He was going to enjoy this feeling as long as possible.

Upon exiting the Furnace Catacombs, CP noted the sky was indeed clouded accompanied with the faint, cleansing smell of rain. Not sure of the time, he wandered down the path towards the camp, wondering if anyone else was up yet...

A small pwee called Emerald was peacefuly asleep in one of the Burrows then opend her eyes then mumbled

"what now?..."

She then yawned then peeked out from her burrow

There was a small voice said behind her "What in the world is going on... Whats with the weird feeling about somthing bad happening?"

Emrald looked behind her too see her sister then mumbled

"I don't know, But I have a strage feeling it's coming from over ther-" She stopped then looked at the strange dark woman, Emerald gulped then said

"Sis stay here, Hopefully I will be back"

Her sister gulped then asked "Emerald?"

Emerald sighed "Sis..." Then giggled and petted her sister on the head and said "Trust me ok?"

The little Pwee nodded then said "Be carful Emerald"

Emerald nodded then walked out of the burrow then looked at the sky and sighed "looks like a storm is about to happen..."

She then Streatched then looked at Evil Swix with a curius confused look

Swix's hazel eyes scanned those who were starting to rise, firstly falling on the rather happy looking, unmistakable form of Coolpikaaa. The woman frowned at the rat-she could probably use him, but he wasn't the preferred one. Besides, he'd probably be the most likely to cause her trouble or kick up a fuss. No, no, best not to approach him.

Swix's eyes then fell on the Pwee that had just emerged from it's bursow, the odd looking creature staring up at her curiously. Excellent, it appeared to be working.

Swix smiled at this thought and approached the creature with that same expression plastered on her face.

"Hello there" she said in what she hoped was a friendly tone "lovely day isn't it?"

Emerald gulped then said

"Um hi, I guess it's a lovely day, if you like Stormy weather that is"

Her Sister Jade watched from inside the Burrow and gulped

Emerald's tail waved slightly as she was signaling her sister to be quiet

Jade creeped deeper in the burrow in attenpt to hide heself and so no one could hear her

"What's not to like about stormy weather? It brings a cacophany of sound as well as a show of light and dark-not to mention the rain " ES told the little creature, her eyes glittering darkly "It's even better when you're outside to enjoy the wildness of it all. I know an excellent spot for that, would you like to come and see?"

Emerald tilted her head then said "ok, I guess, Through I don't like the Thunder I do love the rain and Lightning"

Emerald thaught about her sister then signaled her agin with her tail to say there

Jade did a small nod then crawled into the deepest part of the burrow then cuddled up to the straw inside

Emerald then asked "Where is this perfect spot?"

ES smiled genuinely at this-which was probably not a very good idea, since her very nature meant that a genuine show of happiness from her often meant misfortune for someone else. On the other hand, this creature didn't know her, so she couldn't possibly know that. "Oh, it's not too far away-a short walk through the forest to the edge of the mountain the way I just came from-then on to a secluded spot. Come" ES gestured with her hand for Emerald to follow as she stepped back to retrace her steps "I'll show you"

Emerald had a bad feeling about this, Evrything inside her apart from her Curiosity was telling her to go back into her burrow. But her Curiosity won over.

"Ok I will follow I guess", She Then followed Swix

Her sister Jade couldn't sleep, She was too worrid about Emerald to sleep

"Excellent" the dark woman told the Pwee as she began walking at a brisk pace in the direction she'd indicated-and straight into the very heart of the brewing storm. "Oh by the way, I'm Swix" she added as a definite afterthought "who might you be?"

Emerald Notaced the Direction they was going was towards the Bad feeling, She was a little nervius.

Emerald responded "I'm Emerald, The Pwee"

"Pwee?" the dark woman stated, her tone abruptly taking on the sound of genuine curiousity, if not exactly politeness and dropping the fake-friendly tone in the process "never heard of 'em. To be expected I suppose. I'm Swix. I suppose you can call me a 'Split' for want of a better name. What are you doing here then?"

Emerald tilted her head then said "I'm not exactley doing anything realey, Just going where you are taking me to watch the storm" then added in her thaught 'even through it seems a little suspiceus to me..'

She then said "A Pwee is a cancer sign Moga, And before you ask a Moga is a magical enterty"

She then giggled "even through I just look like small a green dragon, I do pack a real punch, I am a wild Pwee, but also very intelligent. And less likley to randomley attack people like other Mogas do"

Swix remained silent for a short time, apparently lost in thought-though in reality she had been momentarily stunned into silence by the little creatures very literal interpretation of her words.

"I see" she said, the fake-friendly tone returning "well, I certainly hope you will enjoy the show. I know I will"
She let the genuinely pleased yet mildly unnerving smile return to her face as she pointed ahead of them, the scar in the mountains side now visible "The place is just ahead"