Andia: The Revolution

[Duh]

Nothing stood behind Ashriel. Just empty space. Just another piece of the vast forest. "I love you, son." said the voice of Barvel. The phrase suddenly began repeating. "I love you, son. I love you, son. I love you, son. I love you, son."

Amidst the repeating phrase, a dark, frightening laugh boomed loudly through Ashriel's ears.

[Arch-Mage Matt]

"You're an Imago," Ashriel said loudly. "Demon! You won't get me!"

[Duh]

A separate, high-pitched voice let out another loud cackle. "Demon!" it mocked eerily. "You won't get me! Demon! Demon! Demon! Y-You won't g-get me, DEMON! WON'T GET ME! WON'T GET ME! WON'T GET ME! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

Barvel could suddenly be seen no more than 10 yards ahead of Ashriel. The Frost Elf cried for Ashriel's help as over 50 foul-looking snakes ate him alive. The high-pitched voice continued taunting. "DEMON! HA HA HA! DEMON! YOU WON'T GET ME!"

On top of this, Barvel's voice continued repeating itself. "I love you, son. I love you, son. I love you, son. I love you, son."

[Arch-Mage Matt]

Ashriel closed his eyes and tossed another dagger towards Barvel, and turned to run back to the site of the attack. "You're nothing but a dramatic mimic!" Ashriel shouted as he began to run.

[King Acunasti]

Spoiler:

Me n' Duh are watching Insidious. We've got horror on our minds.

"Aarys?" Valentin whispered. "I'm sorry you had to protect me back there. I truly am."

[JVElEven]

"Do we really have to wait for Ashriel?" Hremai asked tiredly, looking back anxiously.

Spoiler:

Also: I like the way you said "Kick in the nads."

[Eltee]

"Valentin. Stop apologizing. What you did was brave, and you got shot." Aarys replied. She clasped his hand. "I saved you because I... because..." She cut herself off abruptly. "Just.. Don't worry about it." She rested her hand gently on Valentin's chest. "I know you would do the same for me."

[Duh]

Spoiler:

Insidious is freaky stuff. It gave me ideas for this RP though. I give the movie 9 stars out of 10.

"We're not waiting for Ashriel." Logan told Hremai as he continued pulling the cart forward. "He'll catch up with us. The Shards are right on our asses. We've got to get away while we can. Right now, our best bet is to cross a river so the ICA's dogs won't be able to pick up our scents."

- - -

"A DRAMATIC MIMIC!" roared a voice deeper than all that came before. A sudden blunt force violently pushed Ashriel into the snow. But nothing was there. "KILL! KILL! KILL!"

A venomous snake mysteriously slithered out of Ashriel's left sleeve. Another slithered out of his right. At that moment, a large python began slithering from the Frost Elf's jacket, slowly wrapping itself around his body as the other two snakes dug their fangs into his arms.

"KILL! KILL! KILL!"

"Demon! You won't get me! DEMON! HA HA HA HA HA!"

"I love you, son. I love you, son. I love you, son."

[Eltee]

Spoiler:

Daaaamn.

[King Acunasti]

Spoiler:

Ash is in one crappy situation. I don't even think a monkey could wiggle its way out of this one!

Valentin kissed Aarys' hand. "I would."

He felt more sick than he ever had in his life. He hadn't ever lost so much blood. But his pain didn't stop him from grinning. "You're a damn good shot with that rifle. I might've been in five dogs' stomachs right now if it wasn't for you."

[Eltee]

"We weren't training for a year to miss, were we?"

[MARS]

Lithnilillin sat down, brooding.

[King Acunasti]

Valentin chuckled and shook his head. "No."

He paused. "God, you're so damn beautiful. Will you stay with me until I can walk?"

[Eltee]

Aarys nodded, and sat down beside Valentin in the cart. She pulled off her jacket and draped it over herself and Valentin.

[Duh]

"Oh, sure." Logan said sarcastically as Aarys got on the cart. "Just hop on the cart. It's not like I have to pull it or anything. I mean, I'm just a horse. Right?"

"Leave them alone, Logan." Lyra said.

"We've got to keep moving." Drago insisted. "The Shards can't be more than a mile away."

The group came to a small, shallow stream. "This'll work." Logan stated as he began pulling the cart across the stream and towards the other side. "The dogs will lose our scent. It'll give us at least a day to rest. Everyone who's not on the cart, cross now."

The snow was coming down harder than ever. At least 100 centimeters of snow now blanketed the ground. "They are harming Ashriel." the One whispered. "But the Old God is aiding him in more ways than he can imagine."

[Eltee]

Spoiler:

How the f*ck are you dragging a cart through a metre of snow?!?

[Duh]

Spoiler:

Not only that, but the cart also has tons of equipment and three people on top of it! Wtf?

Shh...

[Eltee]

Spoiler:

Ok...

[King Acunasti]

Spoiler:

Seems like Logan is Andia's version of Jesus.

Valentin winked at Aarys and held each of her hands tightly. "I'm tired...but I don't want to sleep."

[Duh]

Spoiler:

It's actually not that tough to drag stuff in light snow. Plus, the wheels on the cart are car wheels, so it's not as tough for them to roll forward. We won't need the cart in a little bit anyway.

[Eltee]

Spoiler:

@Acunasti
What kind of wink was it? I thought you were tired, you dirty human.
Nah, just kiddin.
@duh OK

"Then... What do you want to do? Talk?"

[King Acunasti]

Spoiler:

More bloody racism.

Duh will be here until later tonight. That means more DM posts. This is awesome.

"Sing." Valentin said with a grin. "Who gives a damn what the others think? Besides, only the One and I will be able to hear you clearly."

He gave Aarys a short kiss. "Come on. Sing."

[Arch-Mage Matt]

"What? What? No!" Ashriel shouted and tried to light a snake on fire. "Yeah! Dramatic Mimic! And a bad one at that!" Ashriel continued. "Can you say anything original?" He asked but immediately wished he hadn't.

[Duh]

The snakes continued with their attacks on Ashriel. But the voices fell silent. The tall, hooded, faceless figure stood above Ashriel. It appeared to be...looking down on him.

[Leyyuce]

Spoiler:

Dammit, I missed quite a bit. Well, you all managed, somehow, against all odds, to get by without my being present. By the way, I'm glad you've adopted your old avatar, King.

Peter slung his SVT-40 rifle across his back, stepping toward Logan's position at the front of the cart.

“I'm going to slip back a little ways. Fifty meters or so. Just in case anyway tries to sneak up on us.”