The Doomed -(Don't lock please.)

[exitiumErue [EE]]

(...)

Zuralo pulled back her hood, revealing the mess she had received after a mission gone wrong, she had been running from many trolls for two long "I bid you all farewell, as I go, and see what death is chosen for me." She did turning to leave, she began walking no one knew where to or why though.

Eralti frowned "nice knowing you Zee," she called heading her own way. But stopped to listen to the Handmaiden

Damara grinned "I am the Witch of Time, I have see all myself, we must hope they do right, she said simlply

[Dark Drago Dragonite]

Denalo grunted something in Wookie. A little robot appeared. "Me and T2H2 will be heading North. See you when he comes back...", said Denalo, heading off to the North. "He and his stupid robots... I'll follow him, and thanks", said Resoaa, and headed off after him.

Neillo slowly watched most of the ancestors leave. He still had to do something. He had to wait, to check if everyone was there. The Huntress wasn't there. As The Strategist/The Commander, he had to make sure everything was in order. He decided to claw something on the wall. It's not just Jack, they are more, many more. Their Leader is known as The Huss, he clawed. Woah, that was dumb. How would they figure out what he wrote? The Alternian language would have probably changed in the many sweeps that separated them.

Clinkt sat on the edge of a nearby frozen cliff, watching them. He knew all their names and fates, and yet he managed to remain the most mysterious of the group. In the future, his descendant wouldn't know any of the others' descendant names, probably. He almost certain. He just felt bad that they were puting their descendants through trouble they couldn't have defeated themselves. They managed to survive, and now almost half of them were getting killed. Why? Denalo made a promise -he wouldn't kill any of his allies during war. And the war was still standing, although not active. And Denalo, despite his friends' complaints, said he would kill any mutant blood that lasted two days after they put the war to standby. As the Emperor of Darkness, he was doing a great job. Clinkt looked up to the skies. For the safety of everyone, they were on a place that sun never rised. The mutant bloods seemed relieved for being away from Denalo. But after all, it was their fault. As Coriek Etwock discovered he was a Silver Blood, a mutant blood, whose name Clinkt didn't remember, killed him. Why did that mutant blood kill him, when Coriek was the Lord of Darkness? And as Emperor of Darkness, Denalo had swore to avenge the Lord of his element. Foolish mutant blood, dooming them all. At first, sells his fate by telling he's a mutant blood. And then, that. Foolish, indeed. Clinkt knew who would be killed, when and how. Danelo would die by trying to save Neillo. Neillo would die stabbed through the chest by one of Danelo's robots. Resoaa would be killed in the sun. And so on... Clinkt knew how he was going to die, too. And there was no way of avoiding it. Clinkt would die... With only one bullet.

[exitiumErue [EE]]

Damara returned to the cave, followed by the black blood Eralti. "Still here? Message you wish to leave?" The Handmaiden asked

[Dark Drago Dragonite]

"Yes, that and in fact I have to be sure and positive that everyone comes, and there is still one missing, in fact", sighed Neillo. "Although, I believe I was foolish in trying to leave a message in our language, when perhaps the language in their time will be different, and when perhaps this will no longer be readable as the wind and ice will erase the words", stated Neillo.

[DistructionCahill!]

((OOC: Wait- are we doing Ancestors or Dancestors or both?
ifdancestorstheresnoneedformetomessandcertainlytableflipmyfirstfanfictbutyestomysecond))

[Dark Drago Dragonite]

((Ancestors :3))

[DistructionCahill!]

((OOC: Okay, thanks.
probablythis'llputmoreplotinmyfanfiction

Well my fantroll's Ancestors only went by their titles, never their true names.))

The Bravehearted fiddled around with the shard, due to her miserable boredom.
Lacking her team, she was surely doomed. Lacking huge amount of her team, even. She knew that the only one who hadn't taken as much damage as her other friends was either still fighting, captured, looking for her, dead, or roaming around aimlessly.

She grunted under her breath and looked up. There was no way out of this hole. If a highblood caught her, she was beyond doomed.

Lacking a team, lacking a weapon, lacking everything she had earned once she fled from her hive- minus the danger of highbloods.

Then she was startled- there was another mutant in her group other than her- if he had been caught, would he give her away?
She grunted.

At least she knew The Huntress was bound to still be alive.

----

The Huntress stayed there for about...
She didn't know how long she was up on the roof of the hive, but it felt like sweeps.
She was still gasping for air, horrified of the supposed massacre that she had seen happen- mutant, lowblood, and midblood blood splattered all over the ground.

She had seen only two people run after a severe beatdown- herself and The Bravehearted.

She, after awhile, peered over the side.

((OOC: Can I add one Ancestor even if the main troll isn't in this RP?))

[Dark Drago Dragonite]

((Sure, I've been using Corike as the reason Denalo hates Mutant Bloods so much. Neither Corike or his descendant, Ricoke "Rico" are in the rp.))
Denalo walked along the frozen wasteland, his loyal robot, T2H2 helping him walk. He had a serious injury from the time he had a little discussion with The Subjugglator. "And where are you going exactly?", asked Resoaa, walking along. "To where T2H2 leads me. I have now the rest of a gigantic life without doing anything but killing Mutant Bloods. Let T2H2 help me", grunted Denalo.

Neillo was worried. "The Huntress and The Brave-Hearted... They should be here, in this place, exactly now, or else things might not go right... They might not go right! They might change the future and that is exactly precisely not needed", said Neillo.

"The future will continue... I see it doesn't change...", a voice was heard. The Troll With No Name. He was flipping his favourite weapon -the Sand Clock. It represented his title- The Guardian of Time. "No one shall escape to the sands of time... And each grain of sand has a delimeted course... They cannot change it... Just accept it... And perhaps The Huntress and the Brave-Hearted will be here... Perhaps not...", he continued, flipping the sand clock again. "Because with just a tiny flip...", he said, turning the Sand Clock the other way. "The fate of the grain of sand can change...", he finished. He tipped his hat, and left again, leaving poor Neillo confused.

"I'm The Strategist! I-I can't deal with so much uncertainess! I must be sure!", said Neillo, freaking out. Typical. Felide.

The sight of Mutant Blood skulls meant they were close to Denalo's cave, or better, system of caves. "...Are you still following me", asked Denalo to Resoaa. "Yes I am. I can be wherever the air is, I can control it", smirked Resoaa. "Well I can be wherever Darkness is or was. And if I must remind you, I am The Cold-Blooded, and you are only The Wind Waker, so as your superior I command you to leave", said Denalo. "Leave to where? You, your robots and Neillo blew up my mountain when fighting Jack, if I must remind you. And Jack also destroyed Neillo's jungle, so basically, your system of caves is also ours", smirked Resoaa. Denalo grunted something in Wookie language. T2H2 looked like he understood.

[DistructionCahill!]

The Huntress jumped, landing straight down on two feet.

Recovering from her recent sight, she ran.
If she was part of Bravehearted's team, she was making this happen.

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The tealblood woke up from amongst his own blood.
Noticing two of his teammates weren't there, he got up weakly, glancing around.

The Glitchmaster was ready. He'd known the plan if the group was separated.
Luckily they wouldn't have been caught- yet. Because he'd already been discovered, along with The Bravehearted, but he'd seen The Huntress run as soon as she entered the battlefield.

He limped off, soaked in more than just his blood- violet, bronze, mutant red, cobalt, mustard, a bit of olive, and jade was covering him- that would attract unwanted attention, so he took the shortest route to the cavern possible.

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The Bravehearted remained captive in the giant hole.
If a teammate found her, she'd be okay, but if any other blood caste not in her cause found her, death awaited her- unless she won a battle with a couple rocks and a shard of a chain.

She looked at the opening above her again, then she heard the footsteps- multiple pairs.

One, far away, she supposed, fell unevenly, probably one of her teammates who survived the massacre.
Then others were coming, closer to the hole.

"Darnit." she muttered.

[exitiumErue [EE]]

Damara nodded slightly "letters not change, but text fade," she informed before looking at Eralti "you write what you see yes?" She then looked up to this Giardian of time "but whatever happens, alpha timeline remains, we have not yet a strayed from it. If they do not, they will sucseed, and if they do stray they will still sucseed to us, we exist in the alpha, we stay in the alpha once we pass, once then, we cannot stray."

Eralti looked up from the book "Zuralo gave it to me just before she left, something about finishing what she started, she has documented much, and if claws in the wall won't work maybe ink on paper will..."