《Knights quest》Toxic
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Swiftly traveling through Heaven's Door , Tye Q, Westcott and Phil manage to escape from the Shadows. * Heaven's Door opens* THUD!
One after the other the Knights descended upon one another.
"Auuuuahh!! Get off me!" Phil plied being stuck at the bottom of the pile, "how is it that i who jumped in third ended up at the bottom with all you shits on me?" he angrily question.
One by one they all started to stand, they had been beam to another location, which was enwreathe by plant life the four found themselves in what seemed to be large forest, moving slowly, trying to get a grasp of the situation, they kept on hearing the cries of creatures.
The loud screams of savage creatures were so terrifying, the mere sound of their cries would drive even the fearless of me to their knees.
It was a dark, damp from the rains, the sent of rotting flesh filled the air.
"Tye, where the hell did you take us?" Asked Q.
"It was the best I could do at the time", he rebutted in an exhausted manner.
"Great lord, Tye you didnt happen to pass a forest when you were searching for us."
"I think..., I did but everything was covered in hight thick trees, so I must have subconsciously remembered a point and drop us here."
"Sweet sweet sweet suga, Tye! did anything pop out too you?"
"Ahhhhh...purple tip trees."
"AHHHHHH!!!" Screamed Phil, "you idiot!! Don't be making such noise" quickly scold Westcott.
"What is happening West?" Q asked.
"This is Purple Haze Forest. A breeding ground for most of the south toxic creatures. Its seems like where in one's nest."
With this new information, bout Q and Tye decided it best if they didn't learn anymore horrific details.
"Tye open Heaven's Door and let's continue forward", Q told him.
"....I'm on my last legs Q, I can't use it again, not for a while at least", he responded.
"Westcott you seem to know plenty, can't you guide us out?" Q asked. Placing his arms upon the ground Westcott began to channel his grace, in hopes of finding the location of the others. Spiritual Awareness! "We're not to far off form the others but there're several beast roaming about." He informed.
"Isn't there a safe route?" Q asked
"Don't be stupid Q!, every thing in this forest will try to kill you...twice." Westcott rebutted.
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"There's a path, a quick one should only take about a few hours." Westcott said but his demeanor about it was off, "why are you doing that?" Phil asked.
"Doing what?" Westcott responded
*Gasp* "your doing the thing you do when your lying about something and usually it's involve death."
"Are we going to die if we take this path?" Q questioned him.
"No..but yes, there's a possibility."
With that said and little time to waste, they headed out. Racing through the path, running swiftly, they had already gained a substantial distance from the city, as they descended deeper through the Purple Haze Forest.
*Glances* suddenly Westcott darted into nearby bushes, the others following his lead swiftly dashed for cover also.
"So this is how we move now? He jumps, we jump? Where's the communication?" Complained Q.
"Shussssh! Now is not the time for you and your shit!' Snapped West.
"Why are we in the bushes!!, I thought you said everything could kill us." Q quickly rebutted. "Shussssh!" * points* across from the path were clan markings, indicating that they had unknowingly wonder into one of the territories that live within the Purple Haze Forest.
"This is bad" Westcott thought, sense he knew the quickest and shortest route would lead them through the Purple Fog Clan territory.
Observing from the bushes, Q, Tye and Phil were baffled by the uniqueness of the Fog Clan members body structure, their bodies had evolved to be able to withstand high level of toxins. Up their spins and across their shoulders were small holes that acted like channels, allowing the toxic fog to flow through them, other seem to be able to naturally produce vemon from their sweat glances, it was a sight to behold.
"West....are we inhaling deadly toxins within the forest atmosphere?"
".......yes, but it won't affect drastically, our bodies can withstand the toxins for about 3days."
"And what after 3days? Q questioned."
".....we die. Horribly. Westcott said. Ok, now that we know, we have to pass through this clan."Westcott told them.
"Westcott..Westcott, I'm not passing through there" Q informed, "it's the fastest way back, plus the clan have no affiliation with the Suits or the Tribes. So we have a better chance of just asking for a pass" Westcott said insisting that they listen to him.
"Why do you know so much?" Tye asked. "Also where's your army? The Mighty Orchestra." Tye asked again.
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"Alot had happen when I first arrived here, I'll in from you in greater detail but first I have to ask the Clan's Guardian for rights to pass, if not all those clans men watching us will strike."
* heavy breathing* approaching from the path was a slender build man, his arms were like vines, his eyes look like those of a predator.
He had appeared out of nowhere and his movements had no sound. Each breath he took seems like it was his last, as he exhale, purple fog shot out from this back, neck and arms.
"Impressive, * takes a deep breath* you could sense my Sweepers, most would've already fell victim too them. * takes deep breath* why are you in my forest?" He asked kindly.
"This murderous bastard is trying to act kind." Westcott thought to himself.
"We want permission to use your path", Q firmly asked.
"Good thing those two aren't here, they would've chosen violence on the spot." Tye thought.
" Mumbabe! He's the guardian? We're as good as dead, he's one of the south most notorious killers." Phil thought as he shivered in fear.
While the Knights were pondering within each other mombabe took his time observing their movements.
He knew what he was famous for and if these new comers were unaware of it, he'll then play as much games as he wants with them. Though if but one knew him, he'll execute the group.
"Mmmhm... judging by those two body language, they know me and the other two have no clue of me, *deep breath* I'll have to separate them." Mumbabe thought, before he could continue his act and make any further attempts Westcott rushed upon him. Whooossh with a sharp swing of his hammer, only inching away from Mumbabe. Effortlessly avoiding the sudden assault, Mumbabe savagely answered back with a Big clap, SMASH!!!, with such fearsome force dropping Westcott to his knees, "Westcott!!" Shouted out Q. Mumbabe had just driven his skull into the face of West, Blood shot forth from both. "You've got balls, I can respect that. *Big exhale* Well I could just kill all of you but I find that boring and distasteful."
* both in full swing* GUY!!! STAND DOWN!! shouted out Westcott as Q and Tye were already in mid assault, inches away from impact.
"Ooooouuuuu, ballz aren't yah?" Mumbabe state as he stood unphase by there sudden attacks. Confused as to why West halted their attack, the two swiftly darted back, grabbing Westcott in the process. *Takes deep breath* "what a lively bunch, mmmhm I won't get any pleasure killing them, now that they are on their guard." Mumbabe thought.
"West, what do we do now? We're completely surrounded." Q asked.
"Just wait. Mombabe only kills those that fear him, he finds pleasure in it. We just tried to jump him, which only makes him less interested."west told him.
"How do you know so much?" Tye question.
"I've got the experience boy" West replied with a wink.
THUD! Suddenly appearing before Mombabe was another toxic looking individual, he then quickly approached Mombabe. Informing him about current matters. "Is that so" * exhales*, with a smirk upon his face he glance at the Knights.
*Signals them to come*
"I'm not going, me neither, ditto." They firmly stated. "Cowards", West called them, *triggered* fuming with rage towards West, they blindly followed him down the path which Mombabe had directed them.
"We're all going to die cause of you." Q stated.
"Why would you even take directions from him?" Tye asked. Phil was still in a panicking state and all he could do is recite prayers.
"Shush!" West suddenly began to check his surroundings, "West.. Westcott.. what are you doing?" Q asked.
"We're not taking this path, it's a trap set up by mombabe. He wants to create fear within us."
"If you knew this why have you walked us so deep down this path already?" Tye questioned with a displeased tone.
"We needed too distance oursleves from mombabe", West continue to search through the bushes, pulling and moving aside vines, branches and hanging limbs. While West was occupied with his landscaping, Q and the other's decided on ways to inflict severe pain upon West for his earlier comment.
*move aside shrubs* "Here!" Shouted west.
"what is it?" Asked Phil.
"It's the path that won't kill us, if we race down this path, surely we'll reach the others" West infromed.
"You sure it was wise to send them off?" Asked a sweeper.
"Oh yes. They'll leave the path and take the other, which is way worse. It's a shame *takes deep breath* I won't be there to see." Mumbabe wickedly sated.
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