A perpetual night

Antheia Ferrington

Antheia smirked a laugh. "You don't know where to go. I do. I can lead you." She stood to her full height and went to stand beside Shivaun. "I'm no trouble, really. I know how to trap and I can read the stars. My father taught me. Please? I want to ask the Wise a question. I need to know where my brother is, if he's still alive. I can't do it alone, but together..." Her voice faltered as tears came to her eyes. She wipped them away quickly before Shivaun could see, but he saw them.

A part of his heart tugged at him, yet he was still weary of allowing her to join him. "And what if something happens to you. I'll be blamed, I could be condemed, or worse."

"You worry to much" Antheia spoke up, a little to loudly. "Its an adventure!" she opened her arms wide, her fingers lightly touching trunks of trees. "They speak to me, Shivaun. They say go, all will be well. Go on this adventure. My parents might worry, but the trees promise to look after them."

Shivaun turned on his heals, grabbing Antheia's arms and pulling them down beside her. "You speak to trees?" he whispered.

Antheia nodded her head, her smile fading. "They speak to me" she stated. "Its the reason they took my brother. They would have taken me too if I had shown what I could do. But they didn't. Maybe they didn't want women. My father kept me safe."

Shivaun let go, his head swimming with thoughts. "If you can talk to trees, and they to you.... damn."

Antheia began walking towards the end of the north field. "Well don't just stand there, come on."
 
Alissia

She had them, looking at the two magi that accompanied her she directed them to grab Awaran and to ensure that he was secured,
she had plans for him the idea of them made her smile a thin unpleasent smile, he had betrayed her now he would learn what the cost of that betrayal was, As for the boy she had his guns. looking down on him she sent a message "worry not child you will not be harmed all your dreams and wishes will be yours for the taking, but first we need to get you back tend to your injuries, you should also have a hot bath and food."Alissia smiled at the boy it was a smile that wouldn't have loked a miss on an angel.
she reached down and assisded the boy to his feet.
Alissia turned her attention to the horse, People she had no feelings for , animals that was different walking over to the horse she layed both hands on it a pale blue light surronded the horse the horse quietened after a minuite Alissia with drew. looking at the horse she said "there my precious you can get up now" the horse stood there was no sign of it's injuies.
Turning to the boy Alissia said "see we are not all bad, we care for all, and even those who seek to hurt us or to cause chaos in the world, are incouraged to see the error of thier ways , we do not like to inflict harm, we prefer to help and cure."
Now we must get back and see to your injuries.
 
Arwarn's subconscious

something is wrong....terribly wrong ... mages? Where are the mages? are the mages here? sense them ... think brain, think. need to do something ... what are those lyrics ... we gotta get out of this place, if that's the last thing we ever do ...

hahahaha. good song, nice song ... stop it, Arry. try and think...

can't tell the mages about the master ...

have they got the kid? ... can't save him ... can't take the mages on. powerful. too powerful ...

moving. why am i moving? must escape ...


Arwarn's eyes flickered back into being as he saw that the bitch and her minions had caught up with them. He tried to move, but whimpered quietly with pain. It felt like most of the skin had been removed from his hands, and his nose was definately broken - at least it wasn't the first time, so it didn't hurt too much.

He saw her heal the horse, talking soothingly to the terrified creature. Stupid animal. "See" she remarked to the boy, who was looking shaken but stronger than he had been after his episode. " We are not all bad, we care for all, and even those who seek to hurt us or to cause chaos in the world, are incouraged to see the error of thier ways , we do not like to inflict harm, we prefer to help and cure."

Wish they'd do something about my face, said Arwarn's ever treacherous and rather vain psyche.

Shut up! She'll hear you! hissed Arwarn to the little voice in his mind.

As long as you don't think about the master... He groaned... why couldn't he keep his mind under control. Even as a young boy, his mind had been talking to him, almost as another person in his brain. It worried him - it worried him more than he could ever admit.

Now that bitch come on Arry, she's a hot little piece if ever there was one what was going to happen to him now?
 
The man.

For a second Slance almost beleaved what she said but the there were images in his mind of people getting killed with the raise or hand by the magi... but he decided he better play along play it safe there was nothing he could do at the moment... uncept to help the man although Slance sure didn't like him the man had helped him and thta deserved some thing Slance always repayes a favor. Slance got up shakely and walked over to seeing if he was ok the mage Alissa for a sec lost her comforting touch as she barked. "What are you doing?!" But her look softend and Slance though bitterly. <Your pretty good at acting but you do slip up.> Slance replied in a calm voice. "If I am to come with you he sha'll not be harmed for the time being." Slance hoped that all his practicing at talking to mages had payed off.
 
Arwarn

He managed to haul himself onto his hands and knees, trying not to scream when the world spun and the stones dug into the stripped flesh of his palms. Arwarn felt sick.

Forcing himself to rise to his feet, Arwarn swayed, dizzy and bloodied, trying to concentrate on not falling over. He'd show these sodding mages that humans could take a bit of punishment, even if it did feel that his face had been obliterated.

From the look the boy gave him as he strode over, he didn't look as bad as he thought he would. Behind him, her features arranged into barely suppressed loathing, Alissia stood. She looked insufferably smug, too. Arwarn tried to think of something witty to say to wipe the smirk off her face, but his brain wasn't engaging with his mouth, and nothing happened.

He had been caught. Caught by the very people his master had told him to avoid because of the terrible misunderstanding that would occur. The very people that he was supposed to be helping. 'Supposed' being the operative word. He was damned if he was going to lift a finger to help these people, especially after he had to sell his horse and have his face smashed up to try and do it. Anyway, a small part of him admired the rebels and their acts. At least they had a passion, something they were willing to die for to achieve. He had never had that; all his life until this point had been self-protection and the aquisition of money.

Arwarn still didn't know whose side he was on, but he knew one thing - he was hedging his bets until he did.

Hey Slance, cool song. I can play it on the guitar
 
Alissia
Alissia smiled at the boy "of course we won't hurt him"she reassured continuing to smile a smile that convayed warmth and love, (It had taken years of practice to get this look perfected) "My companians are just ensuring that he is safe, at the moment he isn't strong enough to hold himself up, so they are aiding him, and when he is a little stronger we wouldn't want him to run off before we have had time to tend his wounds and ensure that he is healthy, people often run from us because they believe that we will harm them,come child and let me show you the truth."
Alissia headed towards her horse and indicated to the boy that he should take one of the horses her companians had been riding" you must ride besides me and then you can tell me of your dreams and wishes,"
As Alissia mounted she recieved a flash of information from Arwarn * Don't think about the master * hmm Alissia thought what master ahh well we will get it out of him , by the time I've finished with him he will be begging to tell me things.
Alissia turn smiled at the boy and said "come on then lets get going shall we"
they head back towards the citadel.
 
the citadel

The feeling of warmth and comfort had been growing he knew she had probly killed tons of people and his famaly was probly already dead and wa'll thinking about thins he forgot to even protect his mind from reading he. He tried to shake the feeling away of comfort but it was so hard she sounded and acted liek a loving mother he didn't even see the road go by he simply though then he rememberd what she had said about dreames and wishes and he thought about one thing the oen person he ahd loved the girl who had warned him of the mages coming but of course he didn't say this but he never rememberd to shield his mind. He finaly was able to say. "That I never had magic." But that wasn't totally true magic wasn't the problem the way the mages used it was.
 
Magi everywhere fell, clutching their heads in pain as their God suddenly contacted them. "I am coming! Prepare for my arrival! The rebels shall feel the wrath of me! I am coming!" It gad started as a hollow echo in his minions' heads, but had escalated to an unyielding roar, an unstopping, bone-shattering show of his power. He got off of his throne, wreathed in flames, and waved his pleasure slaves away. His very skin changed as he commanded it. He became fire, burning leaping fire. He waved, and the window opened. And he left. He flew from the great tower that no science could have created, only the most ancient and powerful magics had enabled that. His power was absolute. None could go unnoticed or unwanted in his domain. The peasants below heartily cheered for the rebels' "victory", a victory that was as hollow as were their heads. He might even leave something for his mages to torture, no, torture was too fast for what he intended. An eternity of pain and sorrow for their simple daring to rebel. Yes, they would suffer. He landed in the middle of Ansal, a large city known to house rebels. He became human once more. He seemed to deter the dirt and muck. A few night prowling thugs snuck up on him. They pulled free their swords and attacked. They pierced him in dozens of places, stabbing as mad. He wore it all, then rose up, eyes glowing with an unholy light. "Fools! Know before you die that you have ensured the death of your city! know that you have assaulted your God! Know that an afterlife of suffering beyond your pathetic imaginations awaits you!" he hissed, the holes instantly closing and a slow-burning fire wreathing from his hands, enveloping the city around him. He left laughing, the tortured screams of thousands only fading into darkness the next night. "I have come!" he hissed.
 
Arwarn

They had secured his hands tightly and had lifted him onto a horse. Someone was riding behind him, stopping him from falling sideways as they rode down the track which led to the citadel. The pain was such that Arwarn slipped in and out of consciousness, his head filling and receeding with a black tide of nothingness. In one of his more lucid moments he knew that he had hit his head damned hard, and things that were happening in his mind were not normal.

He could see the boy, his horse trotting next to Alissia's mount, and he could see his face soften and become less hostile as the two talked. Her other magic - her personality and charm, that he kew she possessed - was working on his young companion. He gave a whimper of dismay, and then his chin dropped and he was submerged in darkness again.

When Arwarn next raised his head, they were nearing the towering walls of the citadel. He looked at it with dispassionate eyes, eyes that had changed subtly. They were still grey, but had darkened to steel as opposed to their normal silver. This made him seem older, tougher, almost a harder version of his normal self.

'what has happened?'
you know who I am
'but, you are part of me...why have you taken over?'
you need it, fool. you will never escape if you have anything to do with it
'you are me, and I am you ... aren't we? what are you talking about - if i have anything to do with it?
i've taken over this body. and about time too. the master was getting tired of your fumbling so has asked me to intervene. remember arwarn, you never had me, the little voice in your head, before you because his servant
'but ... but ...'
shut up. she can read you well, but not me. she only gets hints of what i say. if you go away for a moment, i will try and get us out of here

Arwarn did as the voice suggested, and relinquished his body.

Now, things were different.
 
The God arrived in his capital city later that day, though the walk was near 2,000 miles. He took in the view of the Citadel, and 3 miles from that, the beginnings of his tower, which stretched far into the sky. He walked through the streets as a plain traveler, yet his simple aura seemed to deter many. Those few that approached him were fixed with a loook that left them in bed for many days, wondering why they suddenly felt that the mages were actually so superior and that they should be in control for eternity. And he walked slowly, waiting for the Citadel to loom into view. And he walked into it, a guard trying to stop him but falling dead with a glance. He walked into the MAin Council Chamber, where the Enclave was having a heated argument about something or the other. One of the Lesser Enclave Wizards looked at his master, dressed in plain robes, and sneered, "Get out of here, fool-" that was as far as he got. He noticed all the other Enclave members on their knees, bowing and begging forgiveness. The God looked to the Wizard. "You do not know your God, even when he comes among you?! This shall be paid for, and quickly. But know that his soul shall live on in eternity for he once sword undying service to me, and he shall be rewarded! As his body served me, so shall his soul!" whispered the God, yet it filled the mages' heads with a horrible roar and tales of power so immense it would shatter their fragile bodies just to see it. The God breathed, and the Wizard fell, dead. His soul rose, and left. "I shall soon leave for the rebels' compound. Let none know. If any information is leaked, know that you all will die!" he said. Then, he spun about on his heel and left. The Wizards didn't stop bowing for a long time, but when they did, it was with sighs of relief. He appeared before Mordin. "Fall before me, servant to my power, and know that you are my chosen!" boomed the voice of the God.
 
Mordin sawed the reigns of the horse hard, when the God appeared before him. Tavis wasn't so lucky. His horse reared, tumbling him to the ground. The Apprentice rose as far to his knees, and stayed, bowing his head to the floor.

Mordin slid off his horse, and, too, fell to his knees, with his head bowed. His head throbbed, with the God's voice echoing in his skull.

The Council had sent him out to find this Leth, but all orders were the God's to break. Chosen?

"What would you have me do, My Lord?"
 
"You have power inside you. It is large. I wish to unlock it. After all, you have served me. Grudgingly, but your servitude has not gone unnoticed. I note those that serve me well. And you have done so. Therefore, while I choose to be down here, I will help you. You will become Leader of the Enclave, and answer only to me. Know that you are to be my messenger, the Harbringer of my Fortune", said the God, his voice roaring across the road, impossibly loud.
 
Lead? His head throbbed, harder.

"I live to obey, My Lord. What is your first command?"
 
"You shall accompany me to the rebel encampment. I have plans for them. Plans that shall torture them worse than anything the Enclave could possibly do", he said. Then he let out a laugh that chilled Mordin to the very bone.
 
New developments...

Ma'muk Maraudin, the on-site intelligence captain, rushed into Scorpio's room. Obviously excited, he didn't wait for permission to speak. "Sir! We've got some new info from Ground Zero. Radio transmission right from the site..."

Scorpio sighed to himself. True, the man was rash and undiciplined, but his skills were top-notch. Anyway, trey were all excited today. This was their finest hour. "Well, spit it out!"

"Well, sir, our people have been keeping watch for a couple hours, just to see what happens. Something just happened. This dirty-assed beggar just waltzed into the Citadel!"

"And the guards?"

"That's just it, sir. The guard moved to stop him, and just fell down. Stone fucking dead! This is unheard of!"

"He wasn't no man." Scorpio's mind digested the information. "No human just walks in through the front door. This is big... It means that their god is now with them. Add to that the unexplained fire over in that city - hmmm, yes. I think that we really pissed those motherfuckers off this time!"

A look of extreme fright came over Ma'muk's face. "This is bad, sir! You know that we haven't moved the HQ in some time. The mages must have at least some idea of our location... We can't withstand a full-scale attack!"

"Shut up, you fucking pussy!" Scorpio yelled at the man. He had a very low tolerance level for cowardice. "I know all that shit! It's all part of the plan - see, the mages won't survive this attack either. It's all planned out... But it don't concern your sorry ass. Go back to your fucking radios! Oh, and tell Max to get in here. And tell Sean to bring in the 'silver bullets.' We're not done for today. We've still have a god to kill!"
 
Modin fought off the shiver. He would have to kill more humans. His stomach clenched. So be it. They were murderers anyway, who would gut him if they got the chance.

"Which rebel group did you have in mind, My Lord?"

OOC: *Rubs hands together* I get to be Darth Vader!! Muah ha ha!!!!
 
Shivaun Leth

Deciding that it might be a godd idea after all to take the girl with him, Shivaun began to walk away, pacing himself at first to allow her to catch up. She was tall, though, as tall as he himself, and once she'd caught up he found little need to adjust his speed for her long legs.
Walking through the trees, the two of them made good time through the forest, but soon he began to wonder if they were going the right way. Falling back slightly, he allowed Areitha to take the lead, trusting in her to know the proper route to their destination.
 
On arrival at the Citadel Alissia directed the gaurds to take the horse's Smiling at the boy she draped an arm round his shoulders "your friend will be taken to the infirmary" she told him "and you and I will first go to my rooms we will relax and have some thing to eat and then I will show you round."
Alissia had felt the power of the god, but it had not deterred her from her mission, she had felt the power of god many times over the centuries, he had allways been gifted with enormous power, she was among the very few surviving magi who had seen and felt this power grow. she smiled to herself, ahh the god returns, and the fun and games begin.
Once in her rooms, warm and fed the boy relaxed,Alissia smiled once he had willingly accompanied her into the citadel and eaten and drunk there,She had him the last part was the council and then his will to leave or to rebel would go completely. She wondered if this was the time to tell him she was his mother, No may be not, at least not until it was a definate checked out and agreed by the council and then not while his father was around best to wait.
 
he had been showed around the citadel and gaven food and all the time not once mistreated but... he hadn't seen the man he was wondering if they had killed him althogh a little while ago he would of been sure they kille dhim but now... he ubruptly asked Alissa when they had finished eating. "Can I see the council?"
 
Arwarn

The old Arwarn would have been surprised and shocked when they had led him to the infirmary, but the one that was in control now was not. He knew the bitch was extremely curious about the Master, and would want him healthy if he was to be tortured into telling the truth - torture was so much more fun if the person that was to be the subject was fit.

The mages had healed the wounds on his face and had fixed its nose so well that it was almost back to its aquiline glory. In fact, as he looked in the mirror for the first time since he had fled, he had to admit that he looked far better than before. Nights of hard living and the strain of black marketeering had left its toll on his face, and he had looked a decade older than his twenty-one years. Now, the fine lines had been eradicated from his face, and his pale patrician features looked rested and relaxed.

The faint scar which ran from his forehead and through an arched red eyebrow gave him an almost roguish look. They had asked if he wanted it removed, but he had declined; he liked it very much.

Previously, Arwarn had thought little of his looks - he had considered himself okay looking, but now ... the voice that was controlling him told him that he looked attractive. He idly wondered if the bitch would succumb to his charm - if there was anyone who needed a little loving, she was it. He dismissed it. She was way too hard for any emotion to enter that beautiful head of hers. Anyway, she was too wrapped up in the boy for her to be interested in him at the moment.

He slipped back into bed, and began to plot his escape.
 
OOC: OK, I'm not sure what happened to this thread, or to Morgoth, but I don't want this thread to die, so I'm going to take a few liberties. I hope no one minds.

IC:

Mordin looked up at the God. "Do we leave immediately, My Lord?"

The God looked off into the distance. "I have matters to take care of, first." He looked at Mordin. "Return to the Citadel. Consolidate your power. I will summon you when I require you." The God held out his hand, and touched Mordin's forehead, his eyes flashing a blinding red. Mordin's skin seemed to burn under his hand. "You now wear my mark, and with it, some of my power. No one will question you now."

The God waved his hand, and some kind of Portal opened behind Mordin. Then the God vanished.

Mordin remounted, and told the Apprentice to do the same. They turned, and rode through the portal, coming out right before the Citadel. The guards did not question their return oince they saw Mordin. They merely fell to their knees before him, and allowed him to enter.

His once green eyes, now glowed red, and on his forehead blazed the image of a Black Sun.
 
OOC: Taking a few liberties here. Don't get too unhappy...

The God had transported himself to the rebels. He stood among them, surrounded. They raised hundreds of guns, all aimed at him, the shakingly put them down, cursing at the same time as their arms disobeyed them. He strode nonchalantly through the halls until he came to their headquarters. Scorpio hissed in surprise, and tried lifting his gun, but his arms were pinned to his sides. The God walked forward and placed a hand on Scorpio's head. "Dakaratha mur zolder-ach, hijekras!" he hissed, and a Scorpio felt a burning in his head. A slow tingle began to spread down into his body, a warmness not unlike a draught of ale. With it came power, and whisperings of even more power. A shockwave rocketed out from the God's hand, spreading over the encampment. This same tingle was felt by all of them, the same yearning for power. But with everyone, also came a scarring, a scar on the hand resembling a knife. And then, when the shockwave faded, the God was gone. The rebels tried to move, and found that they could. One of them cursed, and stream of fire coursed from his mouth, hitting a hovel and setting it ablaze.
 
OOC: So, has this thread died, or what? I hope not, but I don't see anyone writing anything.
 
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