Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Nov 4, 2015 22:33:51 GMT -5
“I am going to find out what that is.” Stilia told Gram, Pandora, Apollo, and Linette. She was standing in a cave, recently rejected by her ancestral Goddess, examining the shimmering bit of wall.
"No need to do it alone, this way, right?" Apollo said. Stilia felt bad for being snappy at him. He wasn’t a bad kid, just a little thick and a bit too talkative.
“No, I’m talking about this.” She said, pointing at the cave wall. “It could be dangerous, I’ve risked your life enough today. I’m sorry for earlier.”
The apology given, Stilia slithered forward, touching the shimmering cave wall. Her body sank through it as if it were water, and for a moment she felt completely disoriented. However, as suddenly as the feeling overcame her, it stopped. She opened her eyes, not having realized she had closed them, and stood in an empty temple. It was a strange place, made from stones. Stilia looked back behind her and saw a shimmering wall, but she knew where that lead. Curiosity overcame her, and she slithered towards the entrance, forgetting to change her form into a human one.
Upon coming to the entrance, she was greeted by the great outdoors. The temple was tall, with steps leading to the ground. Was she in Mexico, at an Aztec temple?
“Who are you?” A voice demanded. The language was familiar, for it was the tongue her dear adopted daughters spoke. Stilia turned to see that a faun had been standing guard at the entrance to the temple. Suddenly, she knew where she was: the faun community in Nysa, by the unstable portal. When Stilia had been in Nysa last, she’d had to trek through the desert to get back to Earth in a stable portal.
“I am Stilia Medusa, from Earth.” She replied in the Nysan language. The faun seemed slightly surprised, but Stilia turned to leave. Nysans were apparently used to the occasional random stragler, and last time she’d been here, no one minded her as long as she didn’t cause problems. Stilia’s mind was racing about the direct Earth to Nysa portal, as last time she’d had to travers the orange fields of the Khyper-Dio -!
“Wait!”
Stilia turned back to the Faun, this time it was her turn to be surprised.
“They told me if anything strange happened I had to bring you to the chiefs! Come with me.”
Stilia, more curious than anything, followed the faun down the steps, shifting to use legs as it was easier to walk with. The faun led her to another temple, this one thankfully at ground-height, and escorted her inside. Several faces turned to look at Stilia, as the faun explained her arrival before being thanked and leaving. Stilia stared at the four people in the tent, recognizing each of their race as a Faun, a Chlorai, an Anubis, and a Weaver. “So, the signs were right.” The faun grumbled. This one was old and fat, with a long beard he continuously stroked.
“The signs are always right, or did you doubt me?” A woman asked. She was the Chlorai, but much more colourful than the regular green Chlorai. She had purpleish skin, with flower petals framing her neck and head, and purple branches sticking out like horns from her bald head. She was beautiful, and intimidating. The woman smiled.
“I apologize for the confusion child. Sluha, the faun you were with, said you know our language. I am Flow. I am a Chlorai, a species of people who look like plants. They have no leader, but in times of need they turn to me. These are Gaghozz, the King of the Fauns; Souk, representative of the Weavers; and Sabaka, leader of the Anubis tribes. Who, are you?”
“I am Stilia of Earth. I have been to the land of Nysa before.”
“Wonderful. Welcome back.” Flow beamed, before turning to Gaghozz. “Now that you believe me, bring the orc girl and your subject named Pak. Our glorious Goddess will send us more to help.”
Gaghozz grumbled something under his breath, before yelling. A servant rushed in, got his orders, and rushed out. Stilia sighed.
“I have no wish to be rude, but why am I here?”
“All in due time, dear Stilia, we are waiting on the others.” Flow told her. And so, they waited.
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Nov 4, 2015 22:45:40 GMT -5
Murderer. Rapist. Fred Harrington was one sick son of a bitch. It had taken the young man months to track him down. He'd had to torture like a hundred perverts and pedophiles before they finally led him to the big fish. Fred was the worst kind of evil. He was intelligent. Cunning. And his depravity knew no bounds.
Luckily, he had a certain weakness for young flesh. Really young. No. Not luckily. There was nothing lucky about what happened to the poor children who fell into Fred's hands. There was nothing lucky about their grief stricken parents when the bodies were never found. There was certainly nothing lucky about those unfortunate enough to have their child's remains turn up. Mutilated. Violated. Left to die from exposure.
Prepared to enter the man's wilderness sanctuary, Jack had been flicking the safety off of his shotgun when he stepped forward, stumbled and found himself teleported away.
Jack looked around, mildly confused. He'd suddenly found himself in a strange place. A very strange place. The architecture seemed pretty primitive, nothing like what one might find in a modern skyscraper nowsadays. Where the hell was he? The only reason why the young man had not immediately started panicking was because he wasn't sensing any immediate danger to himself.
Seeing some steps and a faun motioning him forward, the young man shrugged and made his way down them. It wasn't like he had anywhere else to go. He was led into another 'temple'. Once inside, he found himself confronted with an odd group of individuals.
The young man's brow furrowed. He was even more confused, now. These were obviously supernaturals but they didn't seem to mean him any harm. Why was he here? Where the hell was here?
"Excuse me," Jack began, a friendly smile on his face. He rubbed the back of his head, sounding somewhat embarrassed. "I seem to have taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque. Can you please tell me where I am?" Gorgon, chlorai, faun, weaver, and anubis, the young man thought, studying them. Quite the motley group.
The group seemed to be possessed of a certain dignified air about them. Authority figures perhaps? Jack immediately felt extremely awkward. He somehow felt as though he was intruding upon a rather important meeting or something.
Mozoga was sleeping in her home when there was a sudden knocking. She stirred slightly, then opened her eyes and grunted looking around. She growled softly, sitting up and pushing her her blankets down. She turned, swinging her legs out of bed and standing up. She stretched for a moment, raising her arms over her head then striding over towards the door. She grabbed her hammer up in her hands then, completely nude, pulled the wooden door open with her weapon at the ready. She stared down at the small faun before her, eyes narrowing and growling softly. For just a moment she had thought it was Pak, but then realized it was not Pak but a different Faun. She grunted, keeping her weapon at the ready.
"What do you want, faun?"
She grunted in her thick accent, hoping the faun would hurry up and tell her. It was a little cold outside. The little faun cowered for a moment, raising hand up as those would protect him from her weapon caving his skull in. Seeing that he meant no harm, she lowered the weapon so that the little creature would speak sooner and get the message to her.
"I...I was sent to find you, if you are the one named Mozoga. Which of course you are! There is nobody else besides you. Please, there is a council of races, and they wish for you to come to them at once. They want to speak to you as soon as possible."
Mozoga contemplated this for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders. She had nothing better to do, so why not go and at least see what was going on. She grunted and nodded.
"Just a moment."
She closed the door, then moved away and began to get dressed. She pulled on her cloths, pulling on her brown leather shirt and buckling it up in the front. Then she pulled on her long elbow high leather arm wrappings and finally her brown leather pants. She grabbed her warhammer/axe and her shield. She strapped her shield on to her back, and slid the metallic haft of her weapon in to a small leather loop upon her belt. Then she grabbed her hair dress, and braided her hair around the hair dress and affixed it there. Nodding, she was ready and finally opened the door.
"Ok, letsh go. Ish there anybody elsh we need to get while we are here?"
The faun looked relieved that the orc before him was dressed and apparently ready to go. He shook his head, and turned to lead Mozoga towards towards the council of the races. After many hours of traveling, Mozoga was lead in to a chamber where stood what appeared to be a man and a woman, and then a member of each of the leading races where present as well. A weaver, a chlorai, an anubis, and a faun where all seated around the group currently present.
Run! the fire caught up to her. Namet tried her best to keep the strength in her legs, but she was growing weaker with each step. I must not look back! She kept her head forward, but it did no use. Flames engulfed her, and entangled around her, and she was scorched.
Charred to an ashen corpse, yet...still moving, drawing breath, she sat atop a magnificent hill. She could see the stars glimmering, and the ocean at the coast, calling her. She reached out, feeling an incredible thirst, and need for hydration, but her charred skin fell off with a movement of her arms, and she was reduced to nothingness, but she could still scream. The stars gleamed with a malignant smile, and they bled a scarlet red, dropping their copper tears on her, and the water rippled and swirled, before magnificent chains reached out and choked Namet. She gazed down, and saw her body reformed, but...distorted.
She screamed and moaned in what agony her lips could let her;; she cried out until her chest hurt, from such an unknown enemy. And finally, the dream ended, and she awoke with a fine sheen of salty sweat, laced over her skin. She was struggling for a breath, but she attained it after a moment's time.
"It was only...a nightmare," Namet sighed. She would not sleep after such a sickeningly vivid monstrosity. She laced up boots and buttoned her skinny jeans, and threw over her jacket and blue hijab, and exited the simple hotel.
And when she found herself outside, in the brisk winds and light rain. When she absorbed the rain, and began it's dance, she felt herself phase into a stream of air, and with a heavy blink, she was in a temple of a sort. The kinds that looks similar to the...Aztecs!
She could smell a wonder of creatures. Before her were steps that channeled upward into the temple, and she spotted a faun. Where...how...?
But whenever there are steps in front of you, climb. And Namet Al-Tabad did just so. There were other creatures along her and...Jack! from the bookstore. She felt a headache puzzle her, and this was one of the worse dreams Lord Somnus may inflict on her...she pinched herself, her nose, and gazed at her hands. This isn't a dream!
"You can do this son," Pak's father said in complete confidence. If only Pak had that same confidence, then he could deal with what would come next. "Don't focus on the bad, only on the possible good."
Pak was biting his nails. His father had been saying the same words for the longest sun movement, and now the faun learned to drown him out. Whatever his father had to say would not help him with the fact that Gaghozz, king of the fauns, had asked for his personal audience. Pak was nothing but a mere faun that wished to raise a beautiful harem; what could the king want with him?! Not only the king, but the head of every race as well?! Just what the hell did Pak get himself into?!
His father believed that there was nothing to worry about, and that his destiny was about to finally be realized. Pak only called this situation bullshit, and that he was only being summoned to his unfortunate end.
Another faun walked into the room. Pak's father looked at him with extreme happiness and asked, "Is it time?" The messenger nodded and Pak tensed his shoulders even more. His father gave him a soft pat on the back and gently pushed him forward. Pak willingly left his room, stepping into the halls of the temple. He walked down a small corridor until he was in the main hall where the leaders of each race sat.
When he entered the grand hall he immediately noticed three other creatures that he had never seen before. Other than their clothing, they were naked, and looked like an alternate version of chlorais. Pak could not comprehend the existence of these creatures, but he figured that they had to be real since they stood right in front of him. Another creature who was there was Mozoga, a creature who he actually could believe to exist.
Before standing next to the other creatures, Pak walked over to the chlorai and knelt to one knee. "I am unworthy to be in your presence," Pak would say to the chlorai, as was the custom when anyone ever came to a being as powerful as her. Pak would not stand until she gave him leave to, then he would walk next to the others to wait for the reason as to why he was summoned.
Eve felt her entire body become weightless and the next thing she knew she was in a completely different place. But where? Cautiously, Eve looked at her surroundings. And then it hit her. She must have found a portal to the world of Nysa, a place she knew existed but was hard to find. Travelling between Earth and Nysa was nearly impossible without knowledge of the locations of portals yet here she was. Ahead of her a small group was gathered together. She wondered if one of them had summoned her here. Sensing no immediate danger, the Vampyre headed up in that direction. Many different races were present, but the most rare of all was a magnificent looking Orc. Eve made sure not to be rude and stare though. Many faces but none were familiar.
The woman greeted everyone with a smile. "I apologize for interrupting, but I am not quite sure what's going on." She spoke in English since she overheard someone else speaking it. Unfortunately she did not know much about the language of Nysa.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Nov 9, 2015 19:18:46 GMT -5
The Chlorai Flow gave King Gaghozz a smug look when the faun who had escorted Stilia to the tent returned with a man. Stilia recognized the man as her fellow Council member, Jack. The two had gone hunting for a Stymphilian bird together, however at the time Stilia was unaware of Jack’s position within the Council.
It made her wonder if Varos was behind this, having two Council members in another world, arriving one after the other. Stilia had switched into a human form to climb down all the steps, and she had a habit of using the same form, hence it would be recognizable.
“Jack!” She exclaimed, surprised to see him there. She switched back to English for his sake. “This is… well to put it simply we are in another world, one known as Nysa. Apparently our appearance was predicted, and our help needed.”
Soon, an orc joined, followed by another human-looking girl, a faun, and a vampyre. Jack was the only one Stilia recognized, so she wondered if they were simply chosen, or if Jack’s appearance was a highly unlikely coincidence. Stilia would tell the Earthlings in whatever language they spoke what was going on, but the orc and the faun were natives.
When the faun arrived, he bowed to Flow. His King made a rude remark about the Faun, who’s name Stilia learned was Pak, for not bowing to him. However the words were too vulgar to translate. Flow merely smiled graciously. “Thank you Pak, for your kindest respects. Please stand.”
“Nysa has been truly generous to us,” Flow would continue, in Nysan. “She has given us one native in all the tongues needed. I ask you, Stilia of Earth, to please translate what I say.”
Flow continued, pausing every now and then so Stilia could repeat her words in English for the Earthlings. However, the full conversation went like this:
“Hello all, I realize you must be confused, so I will do my best to explain things. Some of you are not from this world, and I welcome you here. This land is known as Nysa, after our benevolent Goddess who created us all from nothing. Our Goddess has given us everything we have ever needed, but we have done little to repay her. Due to her generosity, our Goddess grows weak.
Every Nysan child knows that the Goddess formed our world with the power of a volcano, before sealing herself within it to prevent the destruction of what she created. Our Goddess still possesses magic, and her faces are found throughout the land, but they have begun to wither and decay. She is going to die, and if nothing is done, so shall all of us in this world. Our benevolent Goddess has sent me visions of your arrivals, and has requested you go to her. I do not know how, but you must find a way to free our Goddess, and restore her to power.”
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Nov 12, 2015 23:45:24 GMT -5
"Stilia!" Jack said, relieved to see a familiar face. For some reason he'd recognized her, knowing the woman to be a gorgon even though she appeared human, but it hadn't registered with him that it was Stilia. Silly brain. Must be all the confusion from ending up on another planet. "Weird. Well, I s'pose I'll help. I am already here."
Shortly after Jack had managed to stumble in, several others began filing in. A female orc, dressed like she'd been plucked from the annals of history, in the middle of some sort of medieval battle, and dropped in this time period. Another faun, Namet, some other woman.. Namet! His eyes flicked back to the familiar face. What was she doing here? Must've tripped into a portal, same as him, the young man surmised, though he still found it strange. What were the odds?
The new faun who'd walked in had bowed. Surprisingly, not to the other faun, the one who seemed to be some sort of leader, but to the plant lady. The young man thought that was weird. Jack shifted slightly, uncomfortable. He hoped no one expected him to bow.
After the faun came a woman, one Jack didn't recognize. A fresh change of pace. She seemed about as lost as he was. The young man smiled and waved her over, indicating that she should come stand with the rest of the group, maybe even next to him if she wanted to. "Don't worry. I've a feeling alls about to be explained," The young man told Eve before turning his attention to the others.
Jack listened as the Chlorai spoke. Well, as Stilia spoke. He couldn't really understand without her translating. But whatever. Once she was finished, he rubbed his chin, thinking. So, there was the explanation. The young man felt a bit awkward, standing around waiting for what was supposed to happen next. Whatever that was.
Mozoga did not need a translator for her between the speaking chlorai and the other's. However she paid attention to the language again, for how many years had it been since she had come from Earth? She actually could not remember that fact. She recognized the language for the most part, struggling to understand a few of the words, and others went right over her head again. She sometimes wished she was smarter then she really was, but knew that that would never happen. She was an orc after all, and it was common knowledge orcs where not the most intelligent of creatures. She remained closer towards Pak, but unlike the faun she did not bow. She felt...extremely out of place her for some reason. She was not only the largest of the entire group, sticking out like a large green thumb but also the least comfortable in this setting. She loved Goddess Nysa, and would do anything to help her. She was more Nysan then Terran, but caught between true Nysian and Terrans she felt exceptionally out of place.
However, Mozoga was not as stupid as most people thought she was. The male human looking one was named Jack, and the one who had cried out his name and given it away was known as Stilia. She contemplated these and found them such strange and odd names. Why did their parents not name them such good names, like Grugbug and Morktesh? She wondered if Earth culture had changed so much since she had been there and again wondered how long it had been exactly. She was just pleased with herself for remember as much of the common Terran language as she did. When the chlorai finally finished speaking, explaining through Stilia what was happeneding Mozoga stepped forward and spoke to the council before her.
"I, Mozoga, will gladly travel to help protect my Goddeshsh Nysha and reshtore her to her full power. I will help my companionsh along whom Nysha hash shelected for whatever reashon she hash."
She stepped back, nodding her head feeling pride swell in her stomach at having been given such an important task. To help her Goddess, who she worshiped and loved so much. It was more then she could ever ask for.
She was encroached by impurity, by fractured and defective races incapable of true enlightenment. She shared common space with supernaturals.
But she was summoned here on the account of a goddess, and her approaching death. It was duty that gleamed before indulgence and vengeance, but it was reflexive that her hands spurred into a tightened fist, as if tight enough, she'd grow the claws of a leopard, and use them to her blood-stained cause. Duty. It's my duty as well as their's. I am summoned here by a dying goddess, she changed mentally. A quiet gasp of breath was what she done to calm her thirst for impure-bloods.
Avina sported a weak, and flimsy bulletproof vest, and on top of it, a long, flowing dress of black velvet and arctic furs, something she witnessed her adoptive mother wear quite frequently when her Lord Merchant father had declared for divorce. Of course, she left before it all happened, and she had lived her life in the name of Mercury, god of war, to give her the strength of a legionarre. Her years on the streets in Byzantium had hardened her, and her trauma had, at one point, broken her, but now she sees clearly, and considers herself toughened.
Listening to the translations wasn't easy, as an accent peered away from the words, and her thoughts threatening to unhinge her. She gazed at what all appeared before her to be human, but she knew they were not. Her years of service to mere mortals had taught her one thing: humans are weak, and as much as it invokes disgust, she protects humans anyway.
She clasped her hands together, and took her vigilance, in the name of Nysa.
That damned king, making comments on Pak and calling him vulgar names! Was there any wonder why Pak bowed to Flow only? The foolish man was too drunk with power to even keep his remarks to himself! He was lucky that he had his other faun subjects near his side, or else Pak would not shy from speaking his mind!
Right after the king showed just how kingly he truly was, more people joined the group. There was a woman that showed up and seemed very pale to skin. Did she not get enough sunlight? If her skin color was green then she could look almost like Mozoga. She was a lot shorter than Mozoga, though, and a little more beautiful. Although she was no faun, Pak could see this woman apart of his harem, along with the other woman that seemed to know his language. Suddenly, and mysteriously, another woman appeared as a replacement of one of the other women (There were too many women). This one had two wings on her back and appeared a lot tougher than the previous woman. She could probably be more useful, but Pak questioned if she was harem worthy.
Flow began to explain why everyone was gathered when the group seemed full. She explained who Nysa was to the strange sentients, then gave everyone their tasks. Apparently, they had to go out and free Nysa from death. Pak tilted his head at Flow and began to question if all that knowledge made her right in the head. Nysa was a legend that had not been seen for thousands of years. She was only a story created to explain everyone's existence. There was no possible way that she could be real...
Nevertheless, Mozoga voiced her loyalty to the task at hand, making Pak think on this entire subject one more time. He heard wonderful things about Flow from the Chlorai who knew her. One of those things were that it was not like flow to voice incorrect information. When she said something had to be done, the Chlorai saw it done and got wonderful results. If Pak did all of what Flow asked, maybe wonderful results will come his way as well! However, he could not help but voice his thoughts as much as Mozoga did. "Before I agree," he raised his hand. "I would like to know, where do we start?"
It was a strange feeling to not be in control. Eve hadn't felt lost like this in quite some time, many years actually. It reminded her of when she first began travelling and learning the different languages of the countries she travelled to. This was very similar , but of course now she was in a completely different world.
A human who's name was Jack caught her attention and waved her over towards the group. Eve gave him a grateful smile as she headed towards him and the rest of the group to listen in.
A young woman named Stilia translated from the Nysan language to English. Thank the gods. Somehow the people of Nysa knew they were coming? Eve wasn't sure she believed all of that but she did happen to stumble here by accident along with a group of others. And all around the same time.
The orc stepped up and said something which Eve could only guess that she was accepting the quest to help save the goddess. Although the others didn't have much to say it appeared that none declined.
Eve wasn't the kind of woman to do favors out of the kindness of her heart. There seemed to be no promise of reward or any real incentives for her to join. It wasn't even the world she lived on. But something told herself that it would be wise to help them on their quest. After all there was something intriguing about exploring a new world. So she accepted but without words. Just a simple nod towards Stilia and the leaders of Nysa.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Nov 26, 2015 17:42:40 GMT -5
Well, Flow seemed to be finished, and most had nothing to say. The great green beast came forward to pledge her service. So far, Stilia was slightly surprised by the level of sophistication and politeness that these people possessed, considering how primitive their society was. They had clear hierarchies, manners, and more.
The faun, however, despite his earlier bow, did not jump at the chance to please the hierarchy, and questioned as to where they would begin. The one woman nodded, but Jack and the angel said naught.
Flow smiled at them. “You will head north towards the Caspariak mountains. There is a small, sea-side settlement of fauns. They have small boats and often go to the island of our Goddess to give offerings. Our Goddess told me you must avoid her light, travel by night.”
Stilia once again translated, but was perplexed as to why travelling by night was a necessary. Before she could question it, several fauns came in with bags. Stilia stepped forward to inspect them, and found salted meats, a few fresh fruits for the early days, and even what looked like a very primitive tent. It seemed as if Flow really had foreseen their arrival, and had everything prepared. Stilia had so many questions: why them, how could she see the future, why night? But she got quite the strong feeling Flow would not answer any of them.
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Nov 29, 2015 20:03:25 GMT -5
The young man stood silently, his posture relaxed, as he watched and listened. The great green woman, an orc if he'd ever seen one, appeared to pledge her allegiance or whatever, basically agreeing to help out with the quest. Namet had mysteriously disappeared and in her place was a winged woman who seemed to be giving everyone else the evil eye. Jack wondered what her problem was and also where she'd come from and where Namet had gone. But he just inwardly shrugged and, though he turned his attention back to the others, the young man made a mental note to keep an eye on her.
The faun who would be journeying with the group asked a fairly important question, one the Jack hadn't thought to ask yet. He assumed that this Flow person would be able to point them in the right direction, since she seemed pretty knowledgeable so far. The pale woman he'd waved to had joined the group, but hadn't spoken since, only nodding towards the Nysan council. Not bored but not super interested either, the young man fiddled with a piece of lint he found stuck to his shirt while Pak's question was answered.
The Caspariak mountains. That sounded interesting to Jack but he found himself shifting uncomfortably at the thought of sailing to an island. He wasn't afraid of water or anything but the young man didn't like the thought of his pals being trapped aboard with nowhere to go if something went wrong. Once Stilia had finished translating, he raised his hand and asked. "What's a Caspariak?"
Jack wasn't too concerned about having to travel at night. After all, he could see in the dark as well as he could in the light. The only thing that worried him was how his companions would perform if attacked by some sort of nocturnal predator. Nysa seemed like the sort of place that would be home to some particularly nasty beasties. Oh well. If push came to shove, he'd just have to deal and hope no one got their face eaten in the meantime.
After the fauns had brought in bags, the young man stepped forward and looked inside. Jack frowned slightly. He didn't like the thought of having to lug around a pack of supplies. It sounded like such a pain. Normally when the young man was on a long journey he'd just teleport home when he was hungry or tired or whatever and teleport back out once he'd finished with his business. It was so much more convenient for him. He glanced around to see what everyone else was doing.
Mozoga was intrigued by what was going on. Traveling by night only, avoiding Nysa's greatest gift to life? She was deeply concerned about all of this, and yet knew she would have to figure out what everything was about upon her own. Night time was not a good time to be traveling in Nysa, especially when headed up IN TO the Caspariak Mountains. Silent Deaths lurked there, and grew more numerous the close you got towards the rugged terrain. Then there was the Caspariaks themselves, the large feline creatures that the mountains where named after. Savage beasts, quite powerful and capable of killing another being. Even sentient creatures where not very safe from them. She really hoped they would not have to slay one of those magnificent beasts.
When the bags where brought in, she like wise moved towards them and began to inspect the contents. Salted meats, some fresh fruits, and a tent where inside. They seemed to be very basic supplies and that worried Mozoga a little, causing her to glance over at her friend Pak. Despite his words, and apparent rudeness towards the other Faun upon the council she knew he would come a long even if it was just to be near her. He seemed to enjoy her company, and she enjoyed his for the most part. He also had the ability to cause food to appear, and water as well. He would definitely be needed upon this trip, it seemed with these limited a foods and no water in sight with in packs.
She gave a cursory glance at the new comer female, who seemed to have wings growing from her back. That was interesting, and Mozoga wondered if that was natural for her species or perhaps a fluke. She was not sure, but did not ask the female about it. It would have hurt her own feelings should somebody comment about Mozoga's appearance and so she would not dare to injure another's feelings in such a way. She then turned towards the male who had asked a question. She had lived in Nysa for quite a long time, long enough to pick up the language and speak it fluently even though she did so with her comical lisp. However she had not forgotten the common tongue of Earth, where she had originated from though she probably was not as fluent in it as she once was as she had not spoken the language in quite some time. However is question was basic enough, and she had definitely understood what he had asked. So she decided to answer his question, and help the team that had been assembled together to save her goddess.
"Cashpariaksh are....big...felinesh." She struggled, trying to remember the language she had not spoken in so long. "Very shtrong...beautiful white fur to blend in....and very deadly. Magnificent creature, created by our goddesh Nysha. They live high up in the mountainsh where itsh shnowy and cold."
She finished speaking and grinned, a rather traumatizing experience considering her tusked face but she meant it well. She was not out to harm any of these beings with her, as long as they did not attempt to harm her. She hoped they did not mean her any harm, and she had a feeling they would all need to work together to accomplish their goal to save Nysa and restore her power.