Tyder's Journey

Tyder glumly walked out of the cave and began making the traipse down the mountain. He tied his body with a vine and then, with them trailing out behind him, peformed a swan dive off the side of the mountain. He cushioned the landing with a growth of plants. He looked into the sky and sighed to himself. Ah, Feldin, how I miss you. If only i could go right back there and start again. Away from all this... he paused and looked around at the dark crystals penetrating the earth, this... chaos. But Alas, i have no way for it doesn't seem that I came here from the void. But, atleast Feldin is safe from this... corruption.


[I don't mind if anyone joins in or not. If not, i'll carry on by myself. I want to develop Tyder a bit more.]

Torg had been running for miles and miles untill he tripped over a rock and fell into the water Tydar was in. He swam back to the top and sat on the side of the river, holding his knee. Blood started to drip out...

[Im not in the river ;D]

He looked to Torg and made a small, hard to see, smile. "Hello, Torg. How are you?" He asked polietly, making the effort to sound happy.

He looked up ''Im fine what about you?'' Torg replied camly.

He said in barely a whisper, "I miss my home world, Feldin. Everyone i have met here is great but... but it isn't home." A tear rolled down his cheek and Dirion soared over and landed next to him, nuzzling his hand for attention. Tyder stroked his feathers.

Seren Walked Down The Road Arms Folded Lookig Through The Necromonicon He Had Got From The Tower. He Heard Voices And Closed The Book And Walked Towards The Source. His Skellinton Gaurd Walked Close Behind Him Making Sure All Corners Were Patroled By Spirits. Seren Then Walked Through To The Clearing Where He Heard The Voices And Saw The Two Standing There. He Tipped His Hat To Them And Said A Word "Magicancha", A Chair Appeared There And he Sat There Getting Out The Necromonicon Again Reading Through The Summoning Spells. "Very Interesting You Know.

''Its going to be ok, you will return there one day,you know when the times right'' Torg patted him on the back and smiled. He then stood up and turned to the new figure ''Umm...Hello?''

Hmm Before You Ask Im Seren Im From Lunar Island My Master Was Killed While Teaching Me Necromancy And Im On My Own Now So Hi. Seren Smiled As He Was A Strange Character And Slightly Deranged From His Knowlege Of Necromancy And The Arcane Arts.

"Oh... hello." He said, timidly. Tyder shared Xervish's disgust for Necromancy. In fact, if anything, he hated it more. His arts were that of life, not death.
"Thanks, Torg. I hope your right. I'll keep trying to get back and who knows, maybe you could come and see what it was - is - like as well."

Hmm You The On He Calls Tyder I See You Dislike Necromancy Infact You Hate It So Much You Wish You Could Kill Me, Seren Smirked And His Warrior And Spirits Formed Behind Him Without him Doing Anything.

"I wouldn't kill you. I wouldn't want to kill anyone." He replied, scorned, "No, I just hate necromancy with so much contempt. The dead should be left alone and not be used as puppets."
He picked up a flower from the ground and it burst into bloom - a bright purple flower with a blue outline around each of its petals. He smiled to himself and sniffed the lovely scent.

I Dont Use the Dead. Seren Laughs At This. I Use The Power Of My Arcane Arts And Create Artificial Spirits Which i Then Use To Summon Death Cretures.

He shuddered. "It still seems... wrong. Ah well. Everyone for themselves, i guess." He layed back on the ground and looked into the sky.

[Last post. Night ]

''So umm...You do use the dead? Don't find any exuses that you don't because you do'' Torg shaked his head.
''Oh and Tydar i'd love to see your worlds Tydar!''

Umm I Make Made Up If Thats What Your Young Brain Calls Them Spirits Not Real Ones Like A Fire Atronachs Spirit Which Is A Conjoured Creature So I Dont Use Real Spirits And Its Not Wrong, Tyder Is It, Its Mearly Using Unreal Things For A Unpresidented Necromancy Form.

Torg sighed ''Just because im young does not meen I can't pick up on mistakes, and you just contradicted yourself...''

"I suppose you could be called an Animator then," he pondered. "You know," he began saying to Torg, "I don't even know how i ended up here. I certainyl didn't come through the void. It did not feel like like that. I began feeling strange, dizzy, spaced out. EVentually i came here. The journey is foggy."

''Well maybe someone took you here...well I don't understand is how anyone really got here To be honest...''
Torg picked an apple out a tree and started to eat it.

"I'm not sure. The last thing i remember clearly were these nightmares. These strange strange nightmares." He shuddered at the thought of them. "And then a world of blue..."

''What where theese nightmares about?This could be the key of how and why you have got here.''

"They... I... It's hard to describe. Figures, shadows pulling and calling me. They wanted me to follow." His voice dropped to a whisper "I couldn't help but follow." He suddenly gasped. "They wanted me gone! They hated me! They sent me here!"

Hmm I Guess I Am Thanks For That Young Man Now Off To The Tower Again Ive Finished This Book See You Later Tyder. Seren Then Fell Into A Huge Void In The Ground And Dissapered Out Of Sight.

[A Huge void??? Seriously just teleport...And don't go to the tower again]

''Thats it then they kicked you out, because they feared you?''

"They didn't kick me out," He said, still in a barely audible whisper. He seemed in distress and anguish. "They sent me here... they didn't want me on Feldin so they sent me to another world where they didn't need me. Was it because i was different?"
An image of an ethereal being, a blue spirit, flashed into his mind. It was pulling at him, luring him away. "That was it!" He said, explaining what he just saw "That spirit..."

''What spirt what are you talking about''
Torg then scratched his head in confussein.