A million choices main campaign

"This place keeps getting better and better." I say to Hester, thinking it will probably be better to get out of here, the further from the entrance the better. "I think it's best to follow it, I may not trust it, but there's only the entrance the guy with the sword came in by, which, if I'm honest, I'm not going to be taking straight into the outside, I'd rather go into the other room." I continue, I then follow the thing.
OOC: Worded horribly I know, but high on skittles

"Woah," I exclaim as the winged female jumps towards me "chill out freaky lady."

I'm mildly surprised when she suddenly gains an aura of seriousness, though I ask "How do I know you wont turn round and kill me the first chance you get? Then I might consider following you."

I turn back briefly and grin at the elf, exposing sharp teeth and wiggling my fingers at him. The tips of said fingers swirl as if made of liquid, before shooting out to form six inch long, needle-like claws, made of a slightly shiney, dark blue, hard-looking substance. I mock-swipe at him, growling playfully, before spinning back around, my hand returning to normal, and dancing through the door, looking to see if any of the other doors in the main room are open.

I let out a small sigh as I mutter to myself under my breath "I wish someone would tell me why I end up doing things like this, I really wish they would."

"SERREN GET IN HERE WE'RE GOING UPSTAIRS." I shout as I begin to walk towards the room with the beds inside, scowling at the winged female as I move past her.

A bone chilling shriek can be heard, briefly but clearly before a vast cleave, easily a metre and a half long and a metre wide appears in the floor underneath the mist girl; her body dissipates into a cloud of mist as it happens, allowing her to narrowly avoid the attack. She reforms a few seconds later a metre back from the crevasse.

"What the FUCK" Yells Hester, her eyes taking on a brilliant purple glow as she waves her stick around randomly, searching for the source of the attack.

"Ah." I mutter, biting my lip. I use my wings to propel me into the air, leaping to the door the elf is standing by, landing just in front of him. "I told you, I told you! Come with me if you don't wanna be splatty!" I turn and push the elf towards the door.

After the cleft appears, I take a look around, trying to spot the attacker. "Come one Hester, this thing knows more about this place than we do, it's best if we do what it says." I tell her, trying to follow the thing and the man, I keep my 'stick' low, but ready to be used at a moments notice.

Small pieces of earth begin flying out of the crevasse behind you, slowly at first before becoming a torrent of minerals, forming into a perfectly spherical orb, around 50cm diameter. The sphere floats about 2 meters above the ground; a strange shimmering dust surrounding it. The dust slowly moves inwards towards the orb, before gathering on it's surface in the shape of an eye.

The orb starts floating towards you, growing in size even though the flow of dirt has now stopped from the crevasse. It's moving slowly, yet it has a powerful, menacing aura. It's growing by about 10cm for every 30cm that it is moving.

I tighten my grip on my sword and go back into the room, raising my voice as I say commandingly to the two remaining people inside "Get out and find the others, your sticks won't do much against this thing so you might as well be safe. I'll hold it off as long as I can."

My voice is cold and hard.

"You can stay out here if you want, but I am locking this door, and you will die like those I came with, ripped to shreds by something thats not even there." I stumble clutching my head. "You.. you will." I stare at the eye. "Get... get in... here... or die." I cackle manically as I stumble past the elf into the room, leaning on the wall next to the lever, singing my necxt words. "Hurry up! We're not safe until I've locked us in." I slide down into a sitting position, one hand resting on the lever, ready to pull it down.

With a look behind me to make sure that Hester is following, I move into the room that the thing just went into and once inside, I spin around and aim through the doorway at the eye type thing. "Come on, you, whoever you are." I shout at the man.

Order of events, now sorted out.

-> Nick, FG (Flower girl), Elliot, Iban entered main entrance
-> Big explosion
-> Looked around, found dots on doors
-> Unlocked all the doors
-> Elliot entered the left hand room, and called out that there are beds in there
-> Nick attempted to tend to FG
-> Andrex bandages FG
-> Nick + FG enter left hand room [End Nick + FG involvement]
-> Elliot checked stairs room, calls out "there are stairs here"
-> Elliot enters store room (right hand door)
-> Elliot checks cupboards
-> Iban enters, checks sacks (ask for list of items)
-> Screeching sound
-> Iban moves to stairs room
-> Dan + Hester come down the stairs
-> Conversation
-> Sam comes down the stairs
-> Further convo
-> Sam starts yelling about rules
-> Iban calls for Serren, goes to look for nick
-> The orb appears
-> Sam dodges, jumps forward and pushes Andrex out
-> Andrex says that he'll hold it off, and re-enters
-> Dan yells to Andrex, but follows Sam into the left hand room (dorms)
----END-----

Hester runs after the Mist-person into the bedroom, checking to make sure that her counterpart was doing the same.

"What the hell is going on... At least the eye thing might take out the corporation members!"

[Grammatical sense ends here]
As you enter the room you see two new people; a male humanoid: the first thing you notice past his race and pale skin is the silvery robe that he wears, bespeaking of wealth and rank. On closer inspection you see brown hair, reaching just past his shoulders, framing his aristocratic features and highlighting his green eyes. His age equates to that of a 30 year old human. He is wearing a satchel which is tied around his waist, and a female humanoid: A human girl, about 16-17 years of age. She stands at 5'5" with waist length, wavy chestnut coloured hair, pulled into a loose pony tail by a band tied at her shoulder blades. Her tanned skin accentuates her green eyes and the chain of white daisies around her neck. Her clothing is a scavanged brown dress-like tunic and a lack of shoes. She carries no weapons, but instead a bunch of flowers.

The young girl looks up as you enter.

"Who are you?!"

Due to inactivity, you are STILL locked in the room. Well done.

My voice is cold and hard as I call to the elf.

"You can stay out here if you want, but I am locking this door, and you will die like those I came with, ripped to shreds by something thats not even there." I stumble clutching my head. "You.. you will." I lean back against the doorframe. "Get... get in... here... or die." Realising he is not going to follow, I cackle manically as I stumble into the room, leaning on the wall next to the lever, singing my next words. "Hurry up! We're not safe until I've locked us in." I slide down into a sitting position, one hand resting on the lever, ready to pull it down. I see the two humans enter the room, alone, and laugh.

"Hahahahahahahaha elfy gon' splat."

I pull the lever.

The door closes, you can no longer hear anything from outside.

There is a bucket on your head. You drip.

"I do some really stupid things sometimes..." I mutter to myself.

Taking a deep breath, I raise my sword hand and go to strike the floating eye as it nears me.

Your sword bounces off.

The rock continue moving towards you, before beginning to vibrate violently. A voice can be heard emanating from inside it, cruel, merciless voice that shakes you to your very foundations; it's evil is unspeakable, piercing through your very existence.

"Earth formation. Dhanta's Reign."

The rock sphere shatters into millions, billions of tiny fragments; each floating in the air; nearly invisible to the naked eye. They float there for around a second before accelerating rapidly towards you, coursing through your entire body; the pain in unimaginable.

You black out; presuming yourself dead.

Yet you can still move, your limbs moving fluidly through the space around you. All you can see is blackness; you cannot tell whether you are blind or if it is simply dark; yet the pain is gone. The sounds of your existence - heart beat, breathing can be heard echoing throughout the space; amplified a thousand times over.

A rushing sound can be heard coming towards you, yet you can see nothing still.

I look at Hester with a bewildered expression, "I know as much as you do, but I agree that eye should hopefully deal with most of the corporations troops. We can handle the rest." I say panting for breath. I then look up at the others in the room we have just entered, slightly unnerved by the girl, she looks too ordinary to be here in the middle of this messy war. To her question I reply "I am utterly confused, is what I am, as for who, that doesn't matter right now... Just what on Earth is happening?"

"What the..."

I attempt to move out of my current location by means equivalent to swimming.

"Awwww now I'm all weeeeet." I push the bucket up so that I can see, before pushing it off the back of my head.

"Awwww now I'm all weeeeet." I move my hand up as though pushing something out of my eyes, or shielding them from a bright light, before running my hand over my hair.

I glare back over my shoulder, before backflipping high into the air, wings spread, and landing in a sitting position on the bed with the black cross on it, legs spread wide and my hands in my lap.
"How did you silly-humans get here then?" I ask childishly, shaking my head like a wet dog shaking off water, before tipping it to one side quizzically.

You feel as if you are moving, yet you cannot tell for certain - everything is black, you have nothing to reference your location against.

The whooshing gets louder.

"This is really really weird....." My voice, or at least I assume its my voice as the more I think I know the less I really seem to know, trails off while I speak, or attempt to speak... I'm not sure any more...

"And I think, well at least I think I need to get away from this whooshing sound. Or is it a fwooshing sound? Maybe a fwumming sound... I suppose it probably depends upon your point of view..."

The fwooshing-fwuuum-diiiiiiiiiing sounds abruptly before a deafening crush of air pressure hits you. You decide that you aren't blind as there is now a dragon around 2 times the size of the earth in front of you. It has red scales.

"Welcome to my domain; I am Tiamat."

The noise reverberates around you, seeming to be coming from every direction at once.

"And you are...?"

"I...."

"What..."

"Just..."

"What..."

My voice is quiet as I struggle to comprehend what I am seeing.

"What..."

"That is not a correct sentence youngling; you had no verbs or adjectives, and furthermore you repeated yourself."

The head of the dragon seems to grow closer.

"Try again."