Cain had been thinking, Though the
gesture was hidden in the shadow, Cain blinked incredulously. That was
it..? No scathing comments about Karasu's fashion sense, no real further
instruction, just a quick departure. Though, given Cain's understanding
of physics, lighter things suffered less kinetic damage when tossed or
thrown. He had figured as much out on his own in the Twilight Realm,
finding through trial and error that he could throw a body over a
hundred feet only for it to skitter away unharmed but a simple trip was
enough to force the wind out of the lungs of an armored opponent. Maybe
it worked differently for fairies; truly, he didn't care that much.
In that spirit, he wasted little time in reminiscing and hurried to
direct the Rain Spider. Deciding that he might as well show him his
full-bodied form seeing as everyone else had already seen it, Cain rose
from his slender partner's shadow and floated in the air nearby. Now
fully three-dimensional, the Twili addressed him properly. “The pixie
that just checked you out is called Enoriala. As far as we can tell, she
is the one responsible for speaking in our dreams. I assumed she would
introduce you but it seems that task has fallen to me. I can't remember
if I told you my name, so it's Cain, and here we have Karasu somewhere,
and...er...he daughters.” He was suddenly and painfully aware that he
had no clue what the woman's name was, nor what they were all meant to
be doing here. Even the exact location of the Shadow Temple the fairy
had alluded to eluded him. If Enoriala had given any more exposition, he
had been absent.
He held out a shadowy, immaterial hand in his partner's direction.
Looked first at him and then at the new arrival, still not fully
understanding what she had said. Moments ago Cain had, funnily enough,
wondered whether would fall in love at first sight with her too. While
he said that he would be sticking to his female, as best Cain could
guess. Having seen her's unmasked face at the stall of the deceitful pot
seller, he could easily picture a twisted, surprised expression
contorting it after finding out that the woman was really an ice
monster. As he made the present members of the team known to the Rain
Spider, he acknowledged for the first time what a hodgepodge of a group
it was, a girl, a shadow, a scarecrow, a vanguard, a rogue, and now a
lover of the shadows. This rundown reminded him that Karasu would be
starting up the graveyard path any second now, and without Enoriala
around it would be necessary to bring her up to speed as well. Cain
pondered if all this explanation was why the fairy seemed so wound-up.
“Regrettably it seems like I have even more errands to run. Hopefully,
the historian can fill you in on anything I missed.” With that, Cain
returned to shadow form and set off down the graveyard trail once more.
In no time he was at the bottom, having jumped from fencepost to dusty
fencepost, and was greeted with a strange sight. A huge, armored brute
sat against the gates, chowing down on a large slab of meat. Strange;
only a moment ago, had arrived, this warrior had been nowhere to be
seen. Though he still wore a helmet, Cain got a good view of the
knight's mouth beneath the upturned visor, and what he saw warranted a
closer search. Despite his affinity for darkness, Cain couldn't see
enough of the knight's face to identify him, though he certainly wasn't
someone he knew or was it?. Was this yet another 'One'? There's seldom
such a thing as coincidence. He was debating on how to approach the
feasting knight when he spotted him a hundred feet away. This, he
surmised, was a stroke of misfortune. Even if he and the knight ignored
each other completely, he might just intimidate him enough to keep him
from entering the graveyard. Opting to wait and see, Cain nevertheless
noted that (since there were few people around) grabbing him with his
hairy hand and simply carrying him the rest of the way was an option as a
last resort. If he was paying attention to anything but his savory
meal, he might have heard a bored sigh nearby, or seen him approaching.
Next, as he makes his way closer to the entry of the graveyard that
leads to hell, a merchant listened to what the shadow had to say with a
bit of a silly grin under his mask. Then as he left and the Rain Spider
was acquitted to his own devices. Cain took the time to look around
without any particular interest. He'd slept in spookier places before,
even a few haunted ones if his need for shelter was far too great. His
green eyes swept over the array of faces in mild fascination. These
characters... they were so strange. So unlike him. He had to consider
why he was here. What is the grand scheme of things could he possibly
mean to this world? Would he be a grand hero? The idea of this, to be an
elegant participant in the grandeur of legends, was left Cain raw with
the emotion of the pressure that came with such an honorable
responsibility for the duration of five seconds. Then he plopped down on
his posterior with a shrug and pulled out his lute to practice as he
waited for something to happen. Now’s your chance, he thought to
himself, Just turn around. Go!
He mentally shook his head and kept walking. No, he’d told the ghost he
would help and, although he wasn’t entirely sure about whether or not
there was a code of honor amongst the dead, he was keen on keeping his
word. Just a peek, he promised himself, If it seems too dangerous I’ll
leave. Simple as that. Right on cue and as if they had a will of their
own, his feet stopped moving. Rooted in place, he watched a mammoth of a
man sitting near the entrance. His features were mostly obscured by the
shade of the gate he sat up against and a nearby tree-- but he could
see well enough. Quite savage, indeed.
His lips curled in horrified disgust as the man, garbed in armor that
was unlike that of any knight he’d ever seen, tore into a hulking slab
of raw meat. he took a step forwards, his eyes darting between the
stranger and the entrance. Quickly edged around the stranger as if he
were surrounded by a force field that was at least ten feet in diameter.
He then made a dash towards the gate. He was lighter on his feet than
one would think. Hoping to elude the worryingly ravenous man, he slipped
into the graveyard in almost complete silence—aside from the creaking
of the gate as he shoved it open.
“Hmm,” Cain grunted in some degree of approval of these actions. Was
plain in his stone-grey eyes, it appeared that he had noticed just how
engrossed the knight was in his meal and decided that he wouldn't notice
him slink past. Unnoticed, the Twili melded with the Darknut's shadow.
This particular variety was unknown to him, the encountered about an
hour before But now, he had no choice. He soon reaches to his side
pocket, and a rib-like key was pulsing. He forgot the original key to
hell, as this place was his for a long time.
Marching upon the graveyard of hell, there was hanging dolls by the neck
in the dead trees, he paid no heed to the headstones as he passed –
their stories had ended, no great deeds could be accomplished by dead
men. It wasn’t long before he saw a gathered group, the young scrawny
girls who had skulked by him minutes earlier (whatever did she have to
offer anyone?), another woman who was unnaturally pale and gangly in
ill-fitting clothing who looked as if she were mentally vacant given her
purposeless stares, a man in face-concealing garment who seemed too
flamboyant to be taken seriously, little more than a jester (culture, an
absolute dreg who was little better than the stooges who tended to his
chamber pot), and a somewhat sinister-looking figure in a robe that
concealed everything about him… or it. There was something decidedly
unpleasant and unnatural about them, not unlike a practitioner of dark
arts. The robe gave off a similar vibe as the ghost from earlier, and
wondered if this was indeed the ghost who had spoken to him earlier?
approached wordlessly and stood sentry, silently observing the others.
His purpose of being here would be revealed soon enough and he was in no
hurry to entertain the peasants. * I'm here now, ol friend. Nice tricks
are on the way here. Now come on and show yourself.* He said waiting.
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