1st Buffy RolePlay of the board

[Ceri]

Excellent ;D

Clyde blinked up at Dathran silently from the ground. "See, Dathran?" he said softly. "You can't hide."
Dathran's shades had been knocked from his eyes and were lying a few feet from them. Clyde was staring directly into his eyes, the ones Lydaron had described earlier to Sali. He sees the world differently to others, and you can tell by looking into his eyes. Dathran's fire-like eyes that swirled in red and orange now glared down into Clyde's, reminding him what he had always been afraid of--but not anymore.

[Ceri]

Wow, five pages lol

[Stanic]

"You were a faithful companion Clyde.." said Dathran as he eased his pistol to Clyde's forehead. "..but no more."
As he clicked the hammer back though, Mech appeared in the doorway.
"Well, well, well.." said Dathran evily. "..what a charmed life you do have Mech." he quickly turned his gun on Mech and fired. Mech was blasted acroos the room into the wall near to Lydaron.
"NO!" screamed Lydaron, all eyes were now on Dathran who released his grip on Clyde and ran across the platform. Immediately Sali 'Daron and Clyde pulled out there guns and fired at Dathran, with little success. Lydaron believes Mech to be dead.

[Ceri]

Sali leapt onto Dathran and threw him onto the ground. Lydaron and Clyde both ran after them, guns pointed down at him. Dathran struggled for a moment, then stopped, then smiled. Then he laughed.
"Shut your mouth, Dathran," snapped Lydaron.
"Don't you get it?" he said. "You can kill me. You aren't powerful enough to destroy my master. The half-caste knows nothing. I may have failed to find out how to activate the Maxand myself, but nor do you know."
"Wrong again," Sali said, tightening his grip on the back of Dathran's neck. "Once you're dead we'll destroy the Maxand and your master will be no more powerful than you, you goddam son of a b*tch."
But Dathran continued to laugh. "You still don't get it, do you, Daron?" he said. "Didn't you see my master at work? It was he that cast the spell on the man at the school to immitate Mahaxander. You've come to a dead end, Daron. Everything from here on is way over your head. You can't destroy the one you think is controlling me--that man is already dead. But as long as the Maxand remains the power behind me will live on. Sure, you can believe that the half-caste has the power to destroy it, but you don't have the full knowledge."
"Would you mind sharing it before you leave?" Lydaron asked, cocking her pistol.
"Certainly," Dathran said. "Ask Clyde. If you can."
Lashing out a hand he shoved the boy backwards. Clyde stumbled off the platform, grabbing the edge just in time. Three gunshots rang out and Dathran fell still, blood spilling out over the stone platform. Lydaron and Sali looked up to see Mech lower her gun again.
Sali shoved Dathran's body aside and grabbed Clyde's hands, hauling him back onto the platform. As he did so Lydaron ran over to Mech.

[Stanic]

"I got the b**tard.." said Mech wearily "..but at a price."
"Come on Mech you cant die, not here, not now." said Lydaron desperatly thinking of a way to save her. Mech shook her head, smiled and says
"This is my time, to descend into darkness." at this she spasms and finally dies in Lydaron's arms. Lydaron starts to cry.

[Ceri]

Sali slowly crossed the platform leading Clyde by the hand, over to where Lydaron was knelt beside where Mech had been a moment ago. Clyde hung back as Sali crouched beside Lydaron. Without warning Lydaron turned and collapsed into Sali's arms, crying. Sali forgot all mistrust and sense of danger and put his arms around her, gently stroking her hair. The wind gently ruffled their hair and clothing as the three of them stood, with Mech lying in front of them and Dathran behind. Silence fell.
Eventually Lydaron looked up, her face streaked with tears.
"This isn't over yet," Sali said quietly. "Whatever Dathran was talking about--we have to end this."
Lydaron sniffed and nodded slowly. "The Maxand. It has to be destroyed."
"But what Dathran said--about the Maxand," Sali said. "He said even if I know how to destroy it, there's something we still don't know. Something else we need to destroy it, and whatever power Dathran was working for."
Lydaron gazed up at him in despair. "Like what?"
Sali shook his head. "I don't know."
There was a pause.
"I do."
Sali and Lydaron looked around at Clyde. He stood meekly to the side, hands joined in front of him in a schoolboy stance like an innocent kid, his clothes torn and dirty.
"What is it, Clyde?" Sali asked, releasing Lydaron.
"The power of Dathran's master was derived from the life of his slaves," he explained. "The other two people up here, and Dathran too, were all linked to it. The power can't be destroyed unless everyone connected to it is killed, then the Maxand is destroyed."
"We can destroy the Maxand," Sali said confidently. "We killed Dathran, and you heard him--his master is already dead. There is no one left."
Clyde shuffled his feet meekly. "There is. When the master brought in the power of the Maxand one life was joined especially to it, so it could only be destroyed with that person's death. The master hid that person so carefully, so he would never be found. Only with is blood spilt at the site of the Maxand could it all be ended."
"Who?" Lydaron asked quietly. Sali had already worked it out.
"It's Clyde."
Lydaron's eyes widened as Sali explained: "That's why Dathran tried to kill Clyde, so we couldn't destroy the Maxand."
"That's right," Clyde mumbled.
"Where is the Maxand, Clyde?" Lydaron asked.
"No one knows," Clyde said. "Only Sali can find it."
"I know," Sali said slowly. "I can't explain, but I know I can find it."
Lydaron nodded, drawing away from him. "Lead on, Sali."

Nice death, Mech We'll all miss you. RIP Mahaxander

[dathran]

RIP Mech and Dathran. Nice outgoing of both.

The rain stopped an hour later, and a strong wind rippled the puddles across the platform. Drops of siver mingled with the crimson spreading from where Dathran lay, from where Mech still sat, still, silent. Caught in the breeze Mech's hair ruffled, and her hand opened unconsciously; a silver bullet fell from her bloodstreaked fingers, rolled across the platform and fell from the edge, plummetting to the ground fourty feet below. Nothing else moved, and the sound of the bullet on the ground was lost in the wind.

In silence, Sali made his way through the marshy grasses near the tower alongside the forest. Following him like shadows came Lydaron, closer to the line of trees, and Clyde, scampering through the grass in his animal form. Neither of them communicated with each other or with Sali. To Lydaron this was understandable. She was upset herself; Mech hadn't deserved what she'd gotten, and even though they'd been enemies for five years she'd always been fond of her, especially after the last few hours. On top of that was Dathran's death; for almost eight years they had been friends. Lydaron wondered if he had always been working against her for all that time or whether he had changed sides recently. Had she been close to a traitor for all the time she knew him, or had he been the true friend she thought she'd known? What was it Clyde had said? That Dathran had loved her. Was that true? Did Dathran's feelings for Lydaron stretch further than the night they had spent together in their first year of friendship, posted on duty together? She shook her head, forcing the thought away. Now was not the time to think about it. She glanced sideways. Doubtlessly Clyde was in animal form to avoid conversation, readying himself for his final sacrifice. What was going through Sali's mind? There was no way to tell.

[Ceri]

Finally Sali came to a halt, letting Lydaron and Clyde catch up. Clyde bounded onto Lydaron's shoulders as they looked up at the building they had stopped in front of. It was rundown, red-brick building with a barely-sustained roof, its door hanging open, the bronze number 14 scratched and faded. Sali slowly pushed the door open and entered. Lydaron followed, glancing nervously at Clyde, who she could feel trembling. Inside the room was a round table, its chairs scattered and broken on the floor; pictures from the walls had been torn down, and a deep gash stretched from the door to the corner of the room across the wall. It looked like a struggle or fight had taken place here.
Clyde jumped down from Lydaron's shoulder and transformed, landing on his human feet. "I've been here with Dathran before," he said quietly. "Meeting with the master. We were here when this happened. We didn't know who it was, but they had swords and daggers and tore the place apart. We escaped, and when we ceme back it was like this..." It was strange how Clyde spoke of Dathran, like a child talking about his parent or older brother. "When the master was here we were forbidden to touch anything or enter the...the basement..." He trailed off, watching. Sali had already stepped forward, approaching the table, beneath which he had noticed a trapdoor. Lydaron and Clyde followed as Sali pushed the table back and opende the trapdoor.
Instantly Lydaron felt a sudden pulse shoot out, like a wave of power that almost knocked her backwards. She looked up, breathless and nervous. Sali and Clyde had blatantly also felt it. Sali's face was set in determination, and he stepped forward to decend the steps below the trapdoor. Lydaron and Clyde exchanged glances before following.

[Ceri]

I think I accidentally posted that before I'd finished Does anyone mind if I wrap this up (or try to)?

Lydaron and Clyde ran down to where Sali was stood, motionless and silent. Sali's face was illuminated from the light source in front of him, silhouetting him from the back like a shadow. Lydaron and Clyde came to his side, staring in the same direction. In front of them was something they didn't recognise but that they could all name: what they had been looking for since the beginning, what they had been searching for the whole time. The Maxand.
Neither Lydaron nor Clyde could see its true form, but in Sali's eyes it was revealed: a great orb hanging in the air in front of him, spinning, revolving constantly, a swirling mass of smoky colour, like flames and clouds clashing in a circular atmosphere, in a world of its own. Sali knew that what he was seeing was the true being of what they had already seen in Dathran's eyes, that the reflection of the Maxand had been behind his sunglasses, hidden, the whole time they'd been with him. As Sali blinked, the form that Lydaron and Clyde were seeing also came into view: a wide, low stone table marked with runes and engravings, in the centre of which the Maxand rested. Sali slowly ran a hand over the smooth, black marble and felt power in the stone.
"Unbelievable," breathed Lydaron. Sali stepped back to where they were standing, his eyes wide, drawn to the centre of the orb only he could see. This was, as Lydaron had described, the greatest weapon, the greatest threat in existence, and it was up to them to destroy it.
"Sali," Clyde whispered, somehow compelled to keep his voice low. "Let's get this over with."
Sali nodded slowly. Clyde stepped forward and lightly leapt up onto the table in a dog-like fasion, crouching in the centre like a lost puppy. Sali watched the Maxand slowly raise above Clyde's head, the last survivor of this terrible conspiracy, the last link between the Maxand and this world. Sali glanced at Lydaron, who nodded silently, her eyes shining with tears. Sali took a deep breath and drew out Lydaron's gun which he had retrieved from the tower, Dathran's blood still staining it. He slowly raised it, taking aim at the child crouched trembling in front of him. Closing his eyes, steadying his hand, he fired.

[dathran]

As the gunshot rang out the firey light in Sali's eyes expanded, flooding out into the room, intensifying, spreading over the table, the ground, right over to them. Sali blinked, finding himself completely surrounded by red and orange, swirling colour and smoke, roaring in his ears, everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He dropped the gun and barely heard the clatter, staggering back, throwing up his arms, screaming--
All of a sudden everything fell quiet. Sali opened his eyes slowly. He was on his knees at the edge of the table, his eyes just below it. The room was dark again, cold and quiet. Sali slowly placed a hand on the tabletop, feeling the cool stone beneath his fingers, and raised his head. The light had gone, and Clyde was nowhere to be seen. All that was left, right in the centre of the table, was something small, silver, glinting in the dim light. The bullet.
"Sali..."
Resting his head against the cool stone, Sali felt a hand on his shoulder. He slowly raised his head to face Lydaron. She knelt beside him and slowly raised her hand, touching his face. Sali raised his arms and pulled Lydaron into an embrace. The two of them sat in silence for a moment, still and quiet. The room was empty save them; now Clyde was no more than a memory. Sali didn't need to look up to know this: he just knew. Like he just knew that the Maxand was gone forever; like he just knew that they were safe now. Just like at the beginning, it was just them now, Sali and Lydaron, alone, together. He slowly stood up, helping her to her feet as he did. Lydaron gazed up into his eyes, her hand still in his. She noticed the charm around his wrist, identical to hers. For a moment she wondered what to say, then she decided that it didn't matter. Casting a final glance at the stone table, Sali led Lydaron back up the steps, out of the building and out into the night. The moon was out and shining bright; in the distance they could still see the tower, where Dathran and Mahanaxar still lay in the moonlight, their blood staining the tower walls.

[Ceri]

Okay, now I've got permission I'm wrapping up this role-play

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Sali glanced down at Lydaron, his mind blank, feeling strangely empty and confused. In the past twenty-four hours he'd faced the man he'd been travelling with, grieved over the woman they'd been fighting, and shot a fifteen-year-old kid. What did you say to follow that up?
He opened his mouth.
Before he could make up his mind Lydaron grabbed Sali's collar and pulled him down, pressing her lips to his. Sali found his hands unexplainably around her waist, feeling hers at his neck; his eyes closed, letting Lydaron's hands run through his hair, caressing her, hardly knowing what he ws doing. For several long minutes they stood, close, barely separate at all, lost in one another. Lydaron slowly pulled back, opening her eyes, gazing into his.
"Sorry, Sali," she whispered. "I just...I couldn't...I wanted to..."
Sali shook his head, placing a finger on her lips. "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. What about you?"
"I don't know."
Lydaorn smiled shyly, tears meandering down her cheeks. She slipped her hand into his. "I was planning to go back with Dathran," she said quietly at length. "He and I were going back to England. I guess he was...planning something. But now..." She looked up at him, blinking silently.
Sali put his arms around her again. "We'll go away. Away from here. From everything here. You and I--" He took her hand again, holding it against her chest. "You and I, 'Daron."
Lydaron nodded. Sali kissed her again.
"You and I."
The words continued, echoing slightly in the open air. Gradually his voice faded, leaving the soft wind as the only sound, fluttering their hair as they stood together. With them it had begun, and now it ended. Dathran, Mech, Clyde--all of them had come, and gone, in so many short hours. And less than half an hour later they were gone too, far from where the Maxand had been, far from the tower where Dathran and Mech still lay, far from the street where they had met. Beneath where they had stood, on the stone table where Clyde had stood, the charm from Sali's wrist lay where it had been dropped, the only evidence that anything had ever transpired there.

[adzi]

Spectacular ending One of the first roleplays and personally, one of the best so far ;D lol.

[Ceri]

;D Thanks!

[Stanic]

Yeah well done all. lol we actually finished one

[Ceri]

I'm writing the whole thing up stuck together...Great job, all contributers to the "1st Buffy RolePlay of the board", lol

[Stanic]

WOOT, WOOT, BARLEY MAGROOT!!! ;D

[sorriso]

damn! I missed my cue of running in randomly!

[Stanic]

D'oh

[sorriso]

oh well! Next time!

[Skyrider]

Likewise...oh well, theres always another one...