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Retribution
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Welcome to Retribution, a tale of atonement.
Feel free to post on this thread with comments, questions, and general screams of angst.
I have no set update schedule but I’m happy to add you to the pinglist for new chapters if you’d like.

Retribution is the direct sequel to Tribulation, one of my other lore threads. It’s highly recommended that you read that first.

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1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17

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Last edited on Oct 13, 2017 17:14:53 by Metroid

[center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Ue34vuS.png[/img][font=Monotype Corsiva][size=7][color=#2a164f]Chapter One[/size][/color][/font] --- [font=Palatino Linotype][size=4] Lan shut his book with a sigh. He found himself nauseous when he tried to read in the bumpy carriage; and so he looked out the window with a bored expression on his face. The carriage itself smelt like the beach, and there was a tiny bit of sand scattered around the floor. “[I]How fitting, considering where we just spent the week,[/i]” he thought as he turned his attention away from the window. “Well, I'd say our first vacation since the honeymoon a few years ago went well!” Faron said, and Adrian scoffed. “Yes, if you consider our children arguing “well””, he said, giving Lan a disapproving look. “Like I said yesterday, I’m sure I have read about a disappearing island, and [i]logically[/i] is the only explanation what we saw!” Lyon said defensively, and Lan rolled his eyes. “You read a lot of fiction! A disappearing island is ridiculous!” Lan said, and Faron frowned. “That's enough, you two. Looks like we've got a few hours before we get back home, so why don't we look at those photographs from the trip while we wait?” Faron said in a commanding manner, and pulled out an envelope from a nearby bag. “I still can't believe Corvo made us a special camera as a weddin’ present of all things!” Eldin said, and Benji nodded. “Yeah, that was really nice of him!” he said with a smile, and there were murmurs of agreement among the carriage. “It is quite a shame we had run out of film so quickly,” Adrian said as Faron pulled out the monochromatic photos from their envelope. He started to pass around the photos, and Lan took a double take. Faron wasn't smiling in any of the pictures, and after a few years of Faron being considerably happier; seeing his frown was know something of an odd sight. “[I]Who'd ever thought that seeing Father frown would be an odd sight?[/i]” he thought as he passed the pictures along. When Benji got them, he almost immediately gave them back to Faron. “These are terrible! You can't tell how happy we were here!” he cried, and Faron gave him a sympathetic look. “If it makes you feel better, [i]we’ll[/i] remember,” Faron said, but Benji still looked upset. “Father, may I see those for a moment?” Lyon asked, and Faron nodded. Lyon started to write something with his fingertip, and ink appeared on the back of the photograph. He handed the pictures back to his brother. “There, is that better?” he asked, and Benji squinted at the writing for a minute. “[I]”Faron, Eldin, Adrian, Lanayru, Benjamin, and Lyon Garamonde on the coast of the Tangled Wood. August 15th, 3064 AD. Know that despite what was captured on film, we were all happy.[/i]...Wow Lyon, that's beautiful!” Benji read aloud, and Lyon looked away in embarrassment. “Really Benji, it was nothing,” he said modestly, and yawned a moment later. “It's late, n’ we still have some time before we get home. We should get some sleep, yeah?” Eldin said, immediately rested his head on Faron's shoulder. It didn't take much longer before the rest of the family got comfortable and began to drift off into sleep. Faron wasn't quite asleep, and despite his best attempts to hide it, Lan could feel that he was suddenly quite upset. “Father..? What's wrong?” Lan asked, and Faron opened his eyes. “...I’m sure it's nothing, really. You know how nervous I get returning from a trip,” Faron said, and Lan frowned. “For all of our sakes, I hope you're right,” Lan muttered, and Faron nodded as he closed his eyes once again. “But I mean, nothing bad happened during your honeymoon...At least, that I’m aware of,” Lan said after a moment, and Faron nodded. “Yeah, that’s true. Leave me to be paranoid even in times of peace!” he said with a slight chuckle. “It’s late though, get some rest while you’re able,” Faron said after a minute, and it didn’t take Lan long before he drifted off into an uneasy sleep. [img]http://i.imgur.com/gAjBEgR.png[/img] [sub][color=transparent]<[/color] [img]http://i.imgur.com/t2H7r4v.png[/img] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2275923#post_29366307][img]http://i.imgur.com/JIV4dlU.png[/img][/url] [img]http://i.imgur.com/69MIHaA.png[/img]

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September 10, 2017 13:23:55

Chapter One
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Lan shut his book with a sigh. He found himself nauseous when he tried to read in the bumpy carriage; and so he looked out the window with a bored expression on his face. The carriage itself smelt like the beach, and there was a tiny bit of sand scattered around the floor. “How fitting, considering where we just spent the week,” he thought as he turned his attention away from the window. “Well, I'd say our first vacation since the honeymoon a few years ago went well!” Faron said, and Adrian scoffed.

“Yes, if you consider our children arguing “well””, he said, giving Lan a disapproving look. “Like I said yesterday, I’m sure I have read about a disappearing island, and logically is the only explanation what we saw!” Lyon said defensively, and Lan rolled his eyes. “You read a lot of fiction! A disappearing island is ridiculous!” Lan said, and Faron frowned. “That's enough, you two. Looks like we've got a few hours before we get back home, so why don't we look at those photographs from the trip while we wait?” Faron said in a commanding manner, and pulled out an envelope from a nearby bag.

“I still can't believe Corvo made us a special camera as a weddin’ present of all things!” Eldin said, and Benji nodded. “Yeah, that was really nice of him!” he said with a smile, and there were murmurs of agreement among the carriage. “It is quite a shame we had run out of film so quickly,” Adrian said as Faron pulled out the monochromatic photos from their envelope. He started to pass around the photos, and Lan took a double take. Faron wasn't smiling in any of the pictures, and after a few years of Faron being considerably happier; seeing his frown was know something of an odd sight. “Who'd ever thought that seeing Father frown would be an odd sight?” he thought as he passed the pictures along.

When Benji got them, he almost immediately gave them back to Faron. “These are terrible! You can't tell how happy we were here!” he cried, and Faron gave him a sympathetic look. “If it makes you feel better, we’ll remember,” Faron said, but Benji still looked upset. “Father, may I see those for a moment?” Lyon asked, and Faron nodded. Lyon started to write something with his fingertip, and ink appeared on the back of the photograph. He handed the pictures back to his brother. “There, is that better?” he asked, and Benji squinted at the writing for a minute.

“”Faron, Eldin, Adrian, Lanayru, Benjamin, and Lyon Garamonde on the coast of the Tangled Wood. August 15th, 3064 AD. Know that despite what was captured on film, we were all happy....Wow Lyon, that's beautiful!” Benji read aloud, and Lyon looked away in embarrassment. “Really Benji, it was nothing,” he said modestly, and yawned a moment later. “It's late, n’ we still have some time before we get home. We should get some sleep, yeah?” Eldin said, immediately rested his head on Faron's shoulder. It didn't take much longer before the rest of the family got comfortable and began to drift off into sleep. Faron wasn't quite asleep, and despite his best attempts to hide it, Lan could feel that he was suddenly quite upset.

“Father..? What's wrong?” Lan asked, and Faron opened his eyes. “...I’m sure it's nothing, really. You know how nervous I get returning from a trip,” Faron said, and Lan frowned. “For all of our sakes, I hope you're right,” Lan muttered, and Faron nodded as he closed his eyes once again. “But I mean, nothing bad happened during your honeymoon...At least, that I’m aware of,” Lan said after a moment, and Faron nodded. “Yeah, that’s true. Leave me to be paranoid even in times of peace!” he said with a slight chuckle. “It’s late though, get some rest while you’re able,” Faron said after a minute, and it didn’t take Lan long before he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

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Last edited on Sep 10, 2017 20:25:03 by Metroid

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September 10, 2017 13:24:01

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Last edited on Sep 10, 2017 13:30:42 by Metroid

[center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Ue34vuS.png[/img][font=Monotype Corsiva][size=7][color=#2a164f]Chapter Two[/size][/color][/font] --- [font=Palatino Linotype][size=4] Lan woke up with a jolt. It felt as if what was left of his body was burning, and he screeched as he opened his eyes. He looked down to see no fire was lapping at his skin, and with blurred vision he looked around. He was still in the carriage, but the door was left open, and no one else was inside. He struggled to breathe, the pain made it impossible for him to put his thoughts together. He heard many screams in the distance, and with great difficulty he moved his head towards the source of the din. Light, blinding and burning assaulted his senses, and Lan screamed once again. Their house, the only place Lan had ever known was up in flames. He struggled to his feet and clung to the door frame for support. “I...gotta...help,” he panted as he struggled for breath. Why was he in so much pain? It felt as if he was burning, and not the house! Lan took a shaky step, and then quickly fell to his knees. The pain was now beyond unbearable, and he vomited. The house was still burning, and so Lan got up the moment he could. Every fiber of his being screamed for him to stop, but he was too stubborn. There was a loud boom, and the last thing Lan saw before he blacked out was the mansion starting to collapse onto itself. “[b]Move![/b]” Lan heard Carmilla screech, and he opened his eyes to see what he thought was his Eldin standing above him. He was only seeing vague shapes and colors, as everything was far too overwhelming. “I know you're upset ‘bout him, but Lan isn't okay, n’ you need to leave ‘em alone!” Eldin said defiantly, and Carmilla let out a primal screech. “You hated him! I know Frills brought back that doctor! Let him bring Anthony back! He's [i]gotta![/i]” she wailed, and even more pain coursed through Lan, causing him to scream. “Wha...happened?” Lan gasped as he struggled to not vomit for the second time that night. “I dunno, we pulled up, n’ the house was up in smoke! I...I think, ‘sides us, it's just Carmilla, Corvo, ‘n Mari that got out alive,” Eldin said, his voice cracking. The fire was starting to die from what Lan could tell, but it was hard to say for sure. Lan struggled to keep conscious as he heard Corvo not too far away. “Mari? [B][i]MARI?![/B][/i]” he screeched, as he bawled, and more pain washed over Lan. He heard a weak cough, and after a moment was able to hear Mari’s faint voice. “...It's okay, Papa, you'll do okay without me, I believe in you,” she said softly, and Corvo shook his head. “I don't [i]want[/i] to live without you! You’ll get through this! You [i][b]have[/i][/b] to be okay!” Corvo shrieked, and Mari broke out into another coughing fit. “...I love you, Papa,” she said weakly, and Corvo fell to his knees and shrieked. The pain from earlier seemed to be mild in comparison to what Lan was feeling now, and he quickly lost consciousness for the second time. Lan screeched when he woke up, the emotions from everyone hurt him as if they were hot knives. “[i]I have to, have, block it,[/i]” Lan thought incoherently, and did his best to focus on his thoughts. With a shaky breath he let out a scream as he felt himself further shatter, and now he was in a different kind of pain. He heard someone shout his name, possibly multiple voices, Lan wasn’t sure. The cries sounded distant and almost dream like as the world once again faded away. [img]http://i.imgur.com/gAjBEgR.png[/img] [sub][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2275923#post_29358000][img]http://i.imgur.com/Z7TDQEm.png[/url] [img]http://i.imgur.com/t2H7r4v.png[/img] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2275923#post_29373241][img]http://i.imgur.com/JIV4dlU.png[/img][/url] [img]http://i.imgur.com/69MIHaA.png[/img]

Metroid

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September 10, 2017 20:22:47

Chapter Two
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Lan woke up with a jolt. It felt as if what was left of his body was burning, and he screeched as he opened his eyes. He looked down to see no fire was lapping at his skin, and with blurred vision he looked around. He was still in the carriage, but the door was left open, and no one else was inside. He struggled to breathe, the pain made it impossible for him to put his thoughts together. He heard many screams in the distance, and with great difficulty he moved his head towards the source of the din. Light, blinding and burning assaulted his senses, and Lan screamed once again. Their house, the only place Lan had ever known was up in flames.

He struggled to his feet and clung to the door frame for support. “I...gotta...help,” he panted as he struggled for breath. Why was he in so much pain? It felt as if he was burning, and not the house! Lan took a shaky step, and then quickly fell to his knees. The pain was now beyond unbearable, and he vomited. The house was still burning, and so Lan got up the moment he could. Every fiber of his being screamed for him to stop, but he was too stubborn. There was a loud boom, and the last thing Lan saw before he blacked out was the mansion starting to collapse onto itself.

“Move!” Lan heard Carmilla screech, and he opened his eyes to see what he thought was his Eldin standing above him. He was only seeing vague shapes and colors, as everything was far too overwhelming. “I know you're upset ‘bout him, but Lan isn't okay, n’ you need to leave ‘em alone!” Eldin said defiantly, and Carmilla let out a primal screech. “You hated him! I know Frills brought back that doctor! Let him bring Anthony back! He's gotta!” she wailed, and even more pain coursed through Lan, causing him to scream.

“Wha...happened?” Lan gasped as he struggled to not vomit for the second time that night. “I dunno, we pulled up, n’ the house was up in smoke! I...I think, ‘sides us, it's just Carmilla, Corvo, ‘n Mari that got out alive,” Eldin said, his voice cracking. The fire was starting to die from what Lan could tell, but it was hard to say for sure. Lan struggled to keep conscious as he heard Corvo not too far away. “Mari? MARI?!” he screeched, as he bawled, and more pain washed over Lan. He heard a weak cough, and after a moment was able to hear Mari’s faint voice.

“...It's okay, Papa, you'll do okay without me, I believe in you,” she said softly, and Corvo shook his head. “I don't want to live without you! You’ll get through this! You have to be okay!” Corvo shrieked, and Mari broke out into another coughing fit. “...I love you, Papa,” she said weakly, and Corvo fell to his knees and shrieked. The pain from earlier seemed to be mild in comparison to what Lan was feeling now, and he quickly lost consciousness for the second time.

Lan screeched when he woke up, the emotions from everyone hurt him as if they were hot knives. “I have to, have, block it,” Lan thought incoherently, and did his best to focus on his thoughts. With a shaky breath he let out a scream as he felt himself further shatter, and now he was in a different kind of pain. He heard someone shout his name, possibly multiple voices, Lan wasn’t sure. The cries sounded distant and almost dream like as the world once again faded away.

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Poor Lan....

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Poor Lan....

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[center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Ue34vuS.png[/img][font=Monotype Corsiva][size=7][color=#2a164f]Chapter Three[/size][/color][/font] --- [font=Palatino Linotype][size=4] When Lan finally woke back up, the mansion had long since stopped smoldering. He heard people talking nearby, and sat up. “I brought everything that wasn’t completely destroyed by the fire,” he heard Faron say solemnly, and Lan looked over to see a small pile of things at his father’s feet. With a grunt Lan stood up and walked over to his father. He was still in pain, and was moving even slower than he usually did; but the pain was nothing now compared to when the mansion was burning. Faron looked over at his son when he realized he was awake, and he bit his lip with his eyes wide in alarm and ran over to him. “Oh Gods, Lan!” he cried, tears rolling down his face, and Lan blinked in confusion. “[i]What the hell!? I can’t feel what he’s feeling?[/i]” he thought in alarm as Faron held him tight. “...What happened to me?” Lan asked hesitantly, scared of what the answer would be. Faron hesitated as he tried to regain some of his composure. “I...I heard you scream, and when I arrived to your side you were unconscious. You...Well, You’re not as whole as you were yesterday, let me put it that way,” Faron said, and Lan frowned. He didn’t say anything for several minutes as he looked down at his arms. They were now even more shattered, with the majority of his limbs made up of the magical energy he’d gotten used to seeing now. He assumed that the rest of his body was in a similar state, and he shook his head. “[i]Now’s not the time to get upset over that, we need to figure out everything else![/i]” Lan thought as he pulled away from his Father with a scowl. “...Let me see if I can’t salvage anything,” he said as he walked over to the small pile in the distance. The bulk of what remained was Faron’s armor, charred and nearly unrecognizable. The rest of the pile consisted of Corvo’s cauldron, a fork, a few photographs in charred frames, and a single tea cup. “That survived an explosion, I’m not shocked to see that the fire didn’t hurt it! But… A tea cup and a fork? [i]Really[/i]? We can’t use those!” he exclaimed as he shook his head, moving them aside. He fixed the armor and photographs with a wave of his hand. He quickly looked away from the pictures, unable to bear seeing the faces of his dead family. He went to give his father the fixed armor, and stopped a few feet away with a frown. “...Why did [i]he[/i] get a proper funeral, and not my daughter?!” Corvo spat, and Faron gave him a sympathetic look. “We had money then. The little we have that didn’t get destroyed needs to go towards food, as much as it pains me,” Faron said, and Corvo stomped his foot. “I don’t care if I starve! That’s my [i]daughter[/i]!” he yelled before breaking down into tears. “[i]Gods...I’m glad I was able to block my empathy, poor Corvo,[/i]” Lan thought with a frown as he watched his father try to comfort him as best as he was able. After a few hours, they finished burying their family, and with a heavy heart the survivors took their few meager belongs they still had and turned their back on the place they once called home. After a few solemn hours of silent travel, they arrived to the nearest village. “Now remember, we can’t let them know what we really are,” Faron said as they stepped through the entrance. “Ah, look, there’s a tavern! Would they have a room we could rent?” Benji asked as he pointed off in the distance. “...I guess that beats sleeping on the ground,” Carmilla said, and Faron frowned. “There’s no guarantee we can [i]afford[/i] it, but I suppose it doesn’t hurt to take a look,” he said, and with that they quickly made their way to the tavern, praying it’d be a safe heaven for the night. No sooner did they walk inside than the barkeeper gave them an evil eye. “Eesh, what’s his deal?” Eldin muttered as they started to walk towards a table in the back of the tavern. “Oi! Those’re monsters! Get ‘em ‘fore they eat us!” one cried, and before they had a chance to react the entire tavern was up in arms. “No, I don’t eat other dragons! We’re not all that different, just I turn into a wolf sometimes!” Benji said, doing his best to calm the quickly forming mob. “Did you hear that? He said he ate other dragons!” one cried, and the mob started chanting “Kill the monsters! Kill the monsters!”. “Benji, you did your best, but we need to run, now!” Faron cried as he lead the sprint out of the tavern. [img]http://i.imgur.com/gAjBEgR.png[/img] [sub][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2275923#post_29366307][img]http://i.imgur.com/Z7TDQEm.png[/url] [img]http://i.imgur.com/t2H7r4v.png[/img] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2275923#post_29373883][img]http://i.imgur.com/JIV4dlU.png[/img][/url] [img]http://i.imgur.com/69MIHaA.png[/img]

Metroid

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September 11, 2017 09:54:28

Chapter Three
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When Lan finally woke back up, the mansion had long since stopped smoldering. He heard people talking nearby, and sat up. “I brought everything that wasn’t completely destroyed by the fire,” he heard Faron say solemnly, and Lan looked over to see a small pile of things at his father’s feet. With a grunt Lan stood up and walked over to his father. He was still in pain, and was moving even slower than he usually did; but the pain was nothing now compared to when the mansion was burning. Faron looked over at his son when he realized he was awake, and he bit his lip with his eyes wide in alarm and ran over to him.

“Oh Gods, Lan!” he cried, tears rolling down his face, and Lan blinked in confusion. “What the hell!? I can’t feel what he’s feeling?” he thought in alarm as Faron held him tight. “...What happened to me?” Lan asked hesitantly, scared of what the answer would be. Faron hesitated as he tried to regain some of his composure. “I...I heard you scream, and when I arrived to your side you were unconscious. You...Well, You’re not as whole as you were yesterday, let me put it that way,” Faron said, and Lan frowned. He didn’t say anything for several minutes as he looked down at his arms. They were now even more shattered, with the majority of his limbs made up of the magical energy he’d gotten used to seeing now.

He assumed that the rest of his body was in a similar state, and he shook his head. “Now’s not the time to get upset over that, we need to figure out everything else!” Lan thought as he pulled away from his Father with a scowl. “...Let me see if I can’t salvage anything,” he said as he walked over to the small pile in the distance. The bulk of what remained was Faron’s armor, charred and nearly unrecognizable. The rest of the pile consisted of Corvo’s cauldron, a fork, a few photographs in charred frames, and a single tea cup. “That survived an explosion, I’m not shocked to see that the fire didn’t hurt it! But… A tea cup and a fork? Really? We can’t use those!” he exclaimed as he shook his head, moving them aside. He fixed the armor and photographs with a wave of his hand.

He quickly looked away from the pictures, unable to bear seeing the faces of his dead family. He went to give his father the fixed armor, and stopped a few feet away with a frown. “...Why did he get a proper funeral, and not my daughter?!” Corvo spat, and Faron gave him a sympathetic look. “We had money then. The little we have that didn’t get destroyed needs to go towards food, as much as it pains me,” Faron said, and Corvo stomped his foot. “I don’t care if I starve! That’s my daughter!” he yelled before breaking down into tears. “Gods...I’m glad I was able to block my empathy, poor Corvo,” Lan thought with a frown as he watched his father try to comfort him as best as he was able.

After a few hours, they finished burying their family, and with a heavy heart the survivors took their few meager belongs they still had and turned their back on the place they once called home. After a few solemn hours of silent travel, they arrived to the nearest village. “Now remember, we can’t let them know what we really are,” Faron said as they stepped through the entrance. “Ah, look, there’s a tavern! Would they have a room we could rent?” Benji asked as he pointed off in the distance. “...I guess that beats sleeping on the ground,” Carmilla said, and Faron frowned. “There’s no guarantee we can afford it, but I suppose it doesn’t hurt to take a look,” he said, and with that they quickly made their way to the tavern, praying it’d be a safe heaven for the night.

No sooner did they walk inside than the barkeeper gave them an evil eye. “Eesh, what’s his deal?” Eldin muttered as they started to walk towards a table in the back of the tavern. “Oi! Those’re monsters! Get ‘em ‘fore they eat us!” one cried, and before they had a chance to react the entire tavern was up in arms. “No, I don’t eat other dragons! We’re not all that different, just I turn into a wolf sometimes!” Benji said, doing his best to calm the quickly forming mob. “Did you hear that? He said he ate other dragons!” one cried, and the mob started chanting “Kill the monsters! Kill the monsters!”. “Benji, you did your best, but we need to run, now!” Faron cried as he lead the sprint out of the tavern.

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[center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Ue34vuS.png[/img][font=Monotype Corsiva][size=7][color=#2a164f]Chapter Four[/size][/color][/font] --- [font=Palatino Linotype][size=4] Lan’s sides heaved as he struggled to catch his breath. “I...think we lost...them,” he panted, and the rest of them nodded. They’d been running for awhile now, and now found themselves deep in the forest. Lan looked off in the distance and saw a mansion so large it made their former home look like a hovel in comparison looming on the horizon. “Do you think we could find shelter there?” Lan asked as he pointed to the distant mansion, and Corvo scowled. “Who’s to say we won’t get another [i]warm[/i] welcome there?!” Corvo muttered, and Carmilla nodded her head in agreement. “And what if we [i]are[/i] accepted there? For all we know, it could be abandoned. I say it is worth a try,” Lyon said, and Faron nodded in agreement. “My thoughts exactly. This time, though, let’s make sure we’re properly disguised before we get too close,” Faron said, and Lan looked away in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” he said, and Eldin gave him a sympathetic look. “It’s not like any o’ us remembered, today’s been somethin’,” he said in an unusually serious manner, and Adrian nodded. “It is getting late, if there [i]is[/i] a master of that estate, we should make haste to meet them. After all, I would imagine being woken up to deal with guests would make for a rather grumpy host,” he said, and Faron nodded. “Yeah, we don’t want to upset someone we’re trying to get a favor from,” he said, and with that they started walking toward the mansion looming in the distance. Faron had an odd look on his face as they walked, and Lan gave him a curious face. “Er, is everything okay? You have a strange look on your face, Father,” Lan asked, and Faron blinked in confusion for a moment. “Wha-? Oh, yeah, I just can’t shake this feeling I have. As strange as it may sound, I feel drawn towards that mansion,” he said, and Lan frowned. He was no stranger to his father’s strange feelings that were almost always correct, and it was all he could to to hope that whatever he was feeling was good for a change. It didn’t take them very long after that exchange before they passed through the ornate wrought iron gates of the estate. They passed by a few large trees, but the yard itself was very well manicured, and surrounding the mansion were numerous rosebushes and topiaries. “...Well, it would appear that this estate has a master. Disappointing, but fixable,” Adrian said as they walked up to the porch, and Corvo raised an eyebrow at him. “You’d kill a guy for his house?! Eesh!” he muttered, and Adrian gave a nonchalant shrug. Faron shook his head, but didn’t comment on the exchange. “Lan, our disguises, if you would,” he said, and Lan nodded. After a few minutes, they were properly disguised, and Faron knocked with the wolf-shaped door knocker on the ornate doors. A few moments later a well dressed tundra answered the door. He looked down at the visitors with a snooty expression through his ornate monocle for a moment, his cold eyes sweeping across the family. “Well? What do you lot want?” he asked as the faint sound of a piano rung out through the small opening in the doorway. Lan did his best to make out any details from the inside, but the house was far too dimly lit for him to make out anything, much to his frustration. “My family and I lost our home in a tragic fire, and we were hoping the master of this estate would be kind enough to offer us shelter for the night,” Faron said, and the tundra listened with the same snooty look on his face. “If you’d wait here,” he said as he disappeared back into the dark mansion, and Lan frowned. “I couldn’t make out a single detail on the inside, what if this is a trap? After all, who keeps their house that dimly lit?!” Lan hissed, and Faron looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. “You cannot see? How odd, the lighting is perfect. The house looked to be well furnished from what I saw, the master of the house seems to have exquisite taste,” Adrian said, and Faron nodded in agreement. Lan rolled his eyes and scowled. “Corvo, could [i]you[/i] see inside?” he asked, and Corvo shrugged. “I wasn’t paying attention,” he said, and Lan let out a hiss of frustration. “That settles it, the master of the house is a monster for sure!” he said, and Eldin laughed. “If havin’ good taste makes ya a monster, there’d be a lot less of us around,” he said, and Lan crossed his arms in annoyance. “Just… for the love of the Eleven, keep your guard up!” Lan hissed as the doors opened to reveal the same snooty tundra from before. “My master will see you now, if you would be as so kind to follow me to the parlor,” he said as he held open the door, and they quickly walked inside. Lan struggled to make out anything too far away from the flames of the candles in their ornate holders on the wall, and so he stuck close to the rest of the group. There were a few paintings that lined the wall, and from what Lan could make out they seemed to mostly be portraits, though he was unable to make out any further detail. “[i]What’ve gotten ourselves into?[/i]” Lan thought nervously as they walked in silence down the hallway. [img]http://i.imgur.com/gAjBEgR.png[/img] [sub][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2275923#post_29373241][img]http://i.imgur.com/Z7TDQEm.png[/url] [img]http://i.imgur.com/t2H7r4v.png[/img] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2275923#post_29374570][img]http://i.imgur.com/JIV4dlU.png[/img][/url] [img]http://i.imgur.com/69MIHaA.png[/img]

Metroid

3202

September 11, 2017 10:41:22

Chapter Four
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Lan’s sides heaved as he struggled to catch his breath. “I...think we lost...them,” he panted, and the rest of them nodded. They’d been running for awhile now, and now found themselves deep in the forest. Lan looked off in the distance and saw a mansion so large it made their former home look like a hovel in comparison looming on the horizon. “Do you think we could find shelter there?” Lan asked as he pointed to the distant mansion, and Corvo scowled. “Who’s to say we won’t get another warm welcome there?!” Corvo muttered, and Carmilla nodded her head in agreement.

“And what if we are accepted there? For all we know, it could be abandoned. I say it is worth a try,” Lyon said, and Faron nodded in agreement. “My thoughts exactly. This time, though, let’s make sure we’re properly disguised before we get too close,” Faron said, and Lan looked away in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” he said, and Eldin gave him a sympathetic look. “It’s not like any o’ us remembered, today’s been somethin’,” he said in an unusually serious manner, and Adrian nodded. “It is getting late, if there is a master of that estate, we should make haste to meet them. After all, I would imagine being woken up to deal with guests would make for a rather grumpy host,” he said, and Faron nodded.

“Yeah, we don’t want to upset someone we’re trying to get a favor from,” he said, and with that they started walking toward the mansion looming in the distance. Faron had an odd look on his face as they walked, and Lan gave him a curious face. “Er, is everything okay? You have a strange look on your face, Father,” Lan asked, and Faron blinked in confusion for a moment. “Wha-? Oh, yeah, I just can’t shake this feeling I have. As strange as it may sound, I feel drawn towards that mansion,” he said, and Lan frowned. He was no stranger to his father’s strange feelings that were almost always correct, and it was all he could to to hope that whatever he was feeling was good for a change.

It didn’t take them very long after that exchange before they passed through the ornate wrought iron gates of the estate. They passed by a few large trees, but the yard itself was very well manicured, and surrounding the mansion were numerous rosebushes and topiaries. “...Well, it would appear that this estate has a master. Disappointing, but fixable,” Adrian said as they walked up to the porch, and Corvo raised an eyebrow at him. “You’d kill a guy for his house?! Eesh!” he muttered, and Adrian gave a nonchalant shrug. Faron shook his head, but didn’t comment on the exchange. “Lan, our disguises, if you would,” he said, and Lan nodded.

After a few minutes, they were properly disguised, and Faron knocked with the wolf-shaped door knocker on the ornate doors. A few moments later a well dressed tundra answered the door. He looked down at the visitors with a snooty expression through his ornate monocle for a moment, his cold eyes sweeping across the family. “Well? What do you lot want?” he asked as the faint sound of a piano rung out through the small opening in the doorway. Lan did his best to make out any details from the inside, but the house was far too dimly lit for him to make out anything, much to his frustration. “My family and I lost our home in a tragic fire, and we were hoping the master of this estate would be kind enough to offer us shelter for the night,” Faron said, and the tundra listened with the same snooty look on his face.

“If you’d wait here,” he said as he disappeared back into the dark mansion, and Lan frowned. “I couldn’t make out a single detail on the inside, what if this is a trap? After all, who keeps their house that dimly lit?!” Lan hissed, and Faron looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. “You cannot see? How odd, the lighting is perfect. The house looked to be well furnished from what I saw, the master of the house seems to have exquisite taste,” Adrian said, and Faron nodded in agreement. Lan rolled his eyes and scowled. “Corvo, could you see inside?” he asked, and Corvo shrugged. “I wasn’t paying attention,” he said, and Lan let out a hiss of frustration. “That settles it, the master of the house is a monster for sure!” he said, and Eldin laughed. “If havin’ good taste makes ya a monster, there’d be a lot less of us around,” he said, and Lan crossed his arms in annoyance.

“Just… for the love of the Eleven, keep your guard up!” Lan hissed as the doors opened to reveal the same snooty tundra from before. “My master will see you now, if you would be as so kind to follow me to the parlor,” he said as he held open the door, and they quickly walked inside. Lan struggled to make out anything too far away from the flames of the candles in their ornate holders on the wall, and so he stuck close to the rest of the group. There were a few paintings that lined the wall, and from what Lan could make out they seemed to mostly be portraits, though he was unable to make out any further detail. “What’ve gotten ourselves into?” Lan thought nervously as they walked in silence down the hallway.

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[center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Ue34vuS.png[/img][font=Monotype Corsiva][size=7][color=#2a164f]Chapter Five[/size][/color][/font] --- [font=Palatino Linotype][size=4] It wasn’t long before they arrived to a halt in front of a pair of closed doors, their dark wood carefully carved with subtle patterns, and a crest above it that from what Lan could make out, looked to be quite old. The butler gave a sharp knock, and opened the door a moment later and gestured for them to enter. Much to Lan’s relief, the parlor was very well lit in comparison to the rest of the mansion thus far, and he was able to make out the finer details of the room quite well. Sitting in an an ornately carved chair not too far from the roaring fireplace was a very aristocratic looking coatl, whose dark eyes studied his guests with a hard to read expression. “My butler said you seek sanctuary for the night?” he asked, his gaze resting upon Lyon for a moment before he stared more intently at Lan. “Yes, that’s correct, er, how should we address you?” Faron asked, and the coatl’s attention was turned toward the knight. “I am Lord Bakke, and what of you? I would assume your armor is not just for show, yes?” the coatl said, and Faron nodded. “That is correct, Lord Bakke, I am Sir Faron Garamonde, and this is my fa-” he started to say, before he way cut off by the coatl’s surprised shout. “I’m sorry, what did you say your last name was?!” he asked with an unreadable expression on his face. Faron looked very confused, as did the rest of the family. “Er...Garamonde?” he said, sounding just as confused as he looked. “...You weren't born a wildclaw, correct?” he continued with that same unreadable expression, and Faron furrowed his brow. “No… Forgive me for saying so, but your questions make no sense!” he exclaimed, and the coatl looked away for a moment. “Please humor me with one final question, if you would. Your mother...could you describe her?” he asked, and Lan didn’t need to be able to feel his father’s emotions to see how deeply bothered he was by the question. He shook his head and struggled to keep his composure. “I...really only remember her death clearly. She was a skydancer, I think..? She was a Wind dragon, but I’m not sure. She...sung to me,” he said, his voice shaking as he cried. The master of the estate’s dark eyes grew wide as tears welled up in his eyes. He let out a gente gasp. “That’s quite enough, I apologize for bringing up such a painful subject for you,” he said, his tone softened. Without warning, he all but jumped out of his chair and ran to throw open the parlor doors. “[i][b]HENRI![/i][/b] Fetch my best bottles from the cellar and my dear Auric at once! The day we’ve been waiting for has finally arrived!” he shouted before he took a breath and turned back into the room. “...I apologize for the outburst,” he said as he walked over to Faron, who still looked very confused. The coatl suddenly threw his arms around Faron and began to weep. “I thought you were [i]dead![/i] All these years of searching, only for you to finally arrive!” he exclaimed, and somehow Faron looked even more confused. “I’m sorry, what?!” he said, and everyone else looked on in shocked silence. “You are my son,” he weeped, and Faron recoiled from the weeping coatl. “I’m sorry, but I [i]clearly[/i] remember watching my father die, and you look nothing like he did!” Faron exclaimed, and the coatl shook his head. “That wasn’t your father, I assure you,” he said, and Faron took a deep breath. “What makes you so sure?” he asked wearily, but before the coatl had a chance to answer, the butler and a burly and quite furry skydancer entered the room. “Seolfor?” he asked gruffly as the butler set down the tray he was carrying, and the coatl looked up at him with a smile. “Our son has finally come home, my love!” he wept, the rest of the family exchanged shocked glances. [img]http://i.imgur.com/gAjBEgR.png[/img] [sub][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2275923#post_29373883][img]http://i.imgur.com/Z7TDQEm.png[/url] [img]http://i.imgur.com/t2H7r4v.png[/img] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2275923#post_29391476][img]http://i.imgur.com/JIV4dlU.png[/img][/url] [img]http://i.imgur.com/69MIHaA.png[/img]

Metroid

3202

September 11, 2017 11:27:27

Chapter Five
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It wasn’t long before they arrived to a halt in front of a pair of closed doors, their dark wood carefully carved with subtle patterns, and a crest above it that from what Lan could make out, looked to be quite old. The butler gave a sharp knock, and opened the door a moment later and gestured for them to enter. Much to Lan’s relief, the parlor was very well lit in comparison to the rest of the mansion thus far, and he was able to make out the finer details of the room quite well. Sitting in an an ornately carved chair not too far from the roaring fireplace was a very aristocratic looking coatl, whose dark eyes studied his guests with a hard to read expression.

“My butler said you seek sanctuary for the night?” he asked, his gaze resting upon Lyon for a moment before he stared more intently at Lan. “Yes, that’s correct, er, how should we address you?” Faron asked, and the coatl’s attention was turned toward the knight. “I am Lord Bakke, and what of you? I would assume your armor is not just for show, yes?” the coatl said, and Faron nodded. “That is correct, Lord Bakke, I am Sir Faron Garamonde, and this is my fa-” he started to say, before he way cut off by the coatl’s surprised shout. “I’m sorry, what did you say your last name was?!” he asked with an unreadable expression on his face. Faron looked very confused, as did the rest of the family. “Er...Garamonde?” he said, sounding just as confused as he looked.

“...You weren't born a wildclaw, correct?” he continued with that same unreadable expression, and Faron furrowed his brow. “No… Forgive me for saying so, but your questions make no sense!” he exclaimed, and the coatl looked away for a moment. “Please humor me with one final question, if you would. Your mother...could you describe her?” he asked, and Lan didn’t need to be able to feel his father’s emotions to see how deeply bothered he was by the question. He shook his head and struggled to keep his composure. “I...really only remember her death clearly. She was a skydancer, I think..? She was a Wind dragon, but I’m not sure. She...sung to me,” he said, his voice shaking as he cried.

The master of the estate’s dark eyes grew wide as tears welled up in his eyes. He let out a gente gasp. “That’s quite enough, I apologize for bringing up such a painful subject for you,” he said, his tone softened. Without warning, he all but jumped out of his chair and ran to throw open the parlor doors. “HENRI! Fetch my best bottles from the cellar and my dear Auric at once! The day we’ve been waiting for has finally arrived!” he shouted before he took a breath and turned back into the room.

“...I apologize for the outburst,” he said as he walked over to Faron, who still looked very confused. The coatl suddenly threw his arms around Faron and began to weep. “I thought you were dead! All these years of searching, only for you to finally arrive!” he exclaimed, and somehow Faron looked even more confused. “I’m sorry, what?!” he said, and everyone else looked on in shocked silence. “You are my son,” he weeped, and Faron recoiled from the weeping coatl. “I’m sorry, but I clearly remember watching my father die, and you look nothing like he did!” Faron exclaimed, and the coatl shook his head.

“That wasn’t your father, I assure you,” he said, and Faron took a deep breath. “What makes you so sure?” he asked wearily, but before the coatl had a chance to answer, the butler and a burly and quite furry skydancer entered the room. “Seolfor?” he asked gruffly as the butler set down the tray he was carrying, and the coatl looked up at him with a smile. “Our son has finally come home, my love!” he wept, the rest of the family exchanged shocked glances.

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[center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Ue34vuS.png[/img][font=Monotype Corsiva][size=7][color=#2a164f]Chapter Six[/size][/color][/font] --- [font=Palatino Linotype][size=4] “Do you really expect us to believe you’re his father without any proof?” Lan asked with narrowed eyes, and Seolfor turned away from Faron to face him. “Yes...As much as I would like to believe that I have a living parent, it seems very far-fetched,” Faron said in agreement, and Seolfor frowned. “I was hoping to have this conversation with you before the world tainted you, but I suppose it is better to have it now than not at all,” he started to say, and Auric crossed his arms. “The Shadowbinder blessed Seolfor n’ me a long time ago, but people feared us and claimed we were monsters,” he said gruffly, and Seolfor nodded. “It...does not help that we are both able to “pass on” our blessings, and that [i]they[/i] furthered the belief that we are monsters,” Seolfor said, his voice betraying hints of rage and disgust. He took a deep breath, and after a moment started to speak once again. “My dear Auric is able to turn into a wolf at will, save for under the glare of the full moon, an-” he started to say, and Benji’s eyes lit up as he blurted out “He’s a werewolf?!”. Seolfor looked annoyed at the interruptance, and before he had the chance to speak, Auric chuckled. “Yep,” he said, and Benji looked really excited. Faron let out a sigh of relief. “Well, that makes things easier! My son Benjamin and Carmilla are werewolves,” he said as he gestured to them, and Seolfor frowned. “My husbands, my son Lyon, and I are vampires, Corvo is a bogsneak, and my son Lanayru is…[i]well[/i], a very misfortunate mage,” Faron said, and Seolfor looked away for a moment. “I was looking forward to the day I passed along my blessing to you, but it seems like you’ve already received it,” he said sadly, and Faron looked embarrassed. After a moment, Seolfor started speaking once again. “...No matter, I suppose this makes things a bit easier. Auric and I have been forced into hiding, and so it has taken me quite a long time to gather the courage to once again leave the safety of our home. I desperately wanted a child, and eventually I found a suitable egg donor. We agreed that in exchange for a sizable amount of money that as soon as it was possible, I was to take you home so that Auric and I could raise you together,” he said, and Lan frowned. “That obviously didn’t happen,” Lan muttered as he carefully studied Seolfor’s face, and Seolfor glared at him. “I wasn’t finished!” he hissed in annoyance, then cleared his throat. Once he regained his composure, he started to speak once again. “I am a mage, and I weaved myself a disguise to pass as a normal dragon, just as we’re all doing as we speak. I was about to take your egg home with me when I was suddenly no longer able to keep my disguise,” he said, and with a wave of his hand removed his own enchantment. His eyes were such a deep purple they almost appeared black, and his complexion became considerably paler than before. “I have an...unfortunate...side effect of my blessing. There is no pattern to it, but I occasionally vomit shadows. It is as unpleasant as it sounds. I… am not able to keep my disguise when I vomit, and between my eyes and that...well,” he trailed off with a sad look in his eyes, and after a moment the sadness was replaced with rage as he began to speak. “She accused me of being Shade-ridden, and stole you away! I’ve been looking tirelessly for you ever since that day, and I was beginning to suspect that she smashed your egg before you had a chance to live!” Seolfor cried, and Faron frowned. “...Are you all hungry, or do you wish to go to sleep? I want nothing more than to talk to you more, but I can tell by the look in your eyes that you’ve had a very long day,” Seolfor asked after a period of silence. “Sleep, I think,” Faron said, and Seolfor nodded slowly. “How many rooms should I have prepared? I assume one room for you and your husbands, and separate rooms for the rest?” he asked, and Faron nodded with a distant expression on his face. “Very well,” he said as he got up and poked his head out the door. “Mina! Come at once, we need rooms prepared!” he yelled, and reentered the room. “I look forward to tomorrow, I will be delighted to get to know you all, I am sure,” Seolfor said warmly, but his eyes looked a bit cold when he glanced at anyone that wasn’t his son. [img]http://i.imgur.com/gAjBEgR.png[/img] [sub][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2275923/1#post_29374570][img]http://i.imgur.com/Z7TDQEm.png[/url] [img]http://i.imgur.com/t2H7r4v.png[/img] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2275923/2#post_29407515][img]http://i.imgur.com/JIV4dlU.png[/img][/url] [img]http://i.imgur.com/69MIHaA.png[/img]

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