Illusion Vale: A Spirit's Cry
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Jay
Jay shrieked in pain as he came down on the thing's tail. Lightning , fiery pain rocketed up his leg as the spike tore its way through him like a fish hook through a worm. He shrieked again as the think flicked him away like a bug, not only pulling the spike free, but sending Jay tumbling ass-over-tea kettle until he struck the ground heavily a few feet away.
He was slow to rise. His head was spinning and his leg hurt terribly. To add insult to injury, his efforts seemed to have been utterly ignored.
Jay blinked rapidly, clearing his head as the battle continued. Everyone seemed to be trowing everything but the kitchen sink at the monster and it was looking pretty hopeless too. Nothing seemed to work and the monster-thingie didn't even seem to care that half a dozen super creature things were trying to kill it. A hopeless feeling welled up inside him and re-sparked his fear and desire to just run, to escape from the unfolding nightmare. Worse, he was terrified that he couldn't even help the one thing that even seemed to want to help him. What could he do anyway? Jay couldn't throw fire, shoot laser beams from his eyes or hurl rocks. Hell, he didn't even have a weapon! (not that any of them really seemed to matter anyway)
Worse that that, Jay was afraid, really afraid, that he was going to get hurt, like really, really get dead kind of hurt...
Jay shrieked in pain as he came down on the thing's tail. Lightning , fiery pain rocketed up his leg as the spike tore its way through him like a fish hook through a worm. He shrieked again as the think flicked him away like a bug, not only pulling the spike free, but sending Jay tumbling ass-over-tea kettle until he struck the ground heavily a few feet away.
He was slow to rise. His head was spinning and his leg hurt terribly. To add insult to injury, his efforts seemed to have been utterly ignored.
Jay blinked rapidly, clearing his head as the battle continued. Everyone seemed to be trowing everything but the kitchen sink at the monster and it was looking pretty hopeless too. Nothing seemed to work and the monster-thingie didn't even seem to care that half a dozen super creature things were trying to kill it. A hopeless feeling welled up inside him and re-sparked his fear and desire to just run, to escape from the unfolding nightmare. Worse, he was terrified that he couldn't even help the one thing that even seemed to want to help him. What could he do anyway? Jay couldn't throw fire, shoot laser beams from his eyes or hurl rocks. Hell, he didn't even have a weapon! (not that any of them really seemed to matter anyway)
Worse that that, Jay was afraid, really afraid, that he was going to get hurt, like really, really get dead kind of hurt...
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Silverfang
Varic tilted his head to the side, chewing thoughtfully, "Well, I would say," he looked up at the stars, "About four days away. In that time, if we move at a good steady pace, we can also get you more aquainted with the Vale and your own abilities."
Eric squawked, having flown away to get some berries and only gotten back, "It will go faster if you're willing to fly."
Varic shook his head, "Silverfang is powerful, Eric. ANd he doesn't have control yet. I would think it better we take it easy. No matter how much we want to get back to civilisation."
Eric nodded, "So far you can throw fireballs and iceballs. What else do you think you can do?"
Varic tilted his head to the side, chewing thoughtfully, "Well, I would say," he looked up at the stars, "About four days away. In that time, if we move at a good steady pace, we can also get you more aquainted with the Vale and your own abilities."
Eric squawked, having flown away to get some berries and only gotten back, "It will go faster if you're willing to fly."
Varic shook his head, "Silverfang is powerful, Eric. ANd he doesn't have control yet. I would think it better we take it easy. No matter how much we want to get back to civilisation."
Eric nodded, "So far you can throw fireballs and iceballs. What else do you think you can do?"
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Jay
Only when Jay landed did Coudron pause to take note of him. "You have to transform, Jay!" he yelled, knowing that the horse was in some major pain. He knew that Jay was just a kid, but he had to grow up. Fast and now. "Look, kid, I know you're scared. But trust me, you can do this!"
The NightStalker paused as well. Finally taking note of the injured horse it had thrown away so callously. It screamed its nightmarish scream at the wounded horse and a perverse kind of pleasure overcame its features. It had managed to wound someone, though the others seemed to be taking care to stay clear from it.
Stepping forwards, finding that the grass had its feet tangled, it turned slightly towards the horse trying to feebly stand instead. Screaming again, it raised its hands above its head, cupping its webbed fingers together. A glowing, energetic black ball began to form and grow inbetween its fingers. The crackling, purple energy it released practically spoke of death.
Heat waves issued from the orb of black energy. It pulsed and there was a noticeable dramatic drop in pale wan light coming from Kail. He almost seemed invisible now, so transparent he had become.
The swirling vortex of energy was suddenly released with a scream of death. It was soon rolling its death march towards the struggling horse. A second scream signalled the freeing of another rolling mass of death, directly behind the first. The heat of the black orbs effectively burnt the grass and roots that held it in place. The Nightstalker screamed in defiance towards its attackers and took a another steady step towards them.
Its eyeless sockets seemed to focus on Jay, the first Guardian to have been wounded and the one that the NightStalker seemed to have singled out as its first kill.
Only when Jay landed did Coudron pause to take note of him. "You have to transform, Jay!" he yelled, knowing that the horse was in some major pain. He knew that Jay was just a kid, but he had to grow up. Fast and now. "Look, kid, I know you're scared. But trust me, you can do this!"
The NightStalker paused as well. Finally taking note of the injured horse it had thrown away so callously. It screamed its nightmarish scream at the wounded horse and a perverse kind of pleasure overcame its features. It had managed to wound someone, though the others seemed to be taking care to stay clear from it.
Stepping forwards, finding that the grass had its feet tangled, it turned slightly towards the horse trying to feebly stand instead. Screaming again, it raised its hands above its head, cupping its webbed fingers together. A glowing, energetic black ball began to form and grow inbetween its fingers. The crackling, purple energy it released practically spoke of death.
Heat waves issued from the orb of black energy. It pulsed and there was a noticeable dramatic drop in pale wan light coming from Kail. He almost seemed invisible now, so transparent he had become.
The swirling vortex of energy was suddenly released with a scream of death. It was soon rolling its death march towards the struggling horse. A second scream signalled the freeing of another rolling mass of death, directly behind the first. The heat of the black orbs effectively burnt the grass and roots that held it in place. The Nightstalker screamed in defiance towards its attackers and took a another steady step towards them.
Its eyeless sockets seemed to focus on Jay, the first Guardian to have been wounded and the one that the NightStalker seemed to have singled out as its first kill.
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I do not know as you said I can do fire and ice maybe with practice and time i can do a combination of the two like a fire ball encased in ice or a ice ball wrapped in fire
I feel as though theres some thing about my tail i should know something to do with fighting perhaps since i can breath fire and ice i may have a small immunity to them or even be completely unaffected by them may be you could help me test these thoughts out varic
I feel as though theres some thing about my tail i should know something to do with fighting perhaps since i can breath fire and ice i may have a small immunity to them or even be completely unaffected by them may be you could help me test these thoughts out varic
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Jay
Jay practically quivered each time that damnable shriek sounded, but just as Jay feared, everything just went from bad to worse. Those sightless eyes seemed to stab Jay in the heart as the monster-thing seemed to take notice of him. The feeble bindings holding it were vaporized by the conjuring of a terrible black orb, which the monster set to rolling toward him like a bowling ball.
Jay's mouth went dry as the grass was charred to nothingness as it approached. Desperation and near panic finally forced Jay to move. Fear and his damaged foreleg caused him to scamper and scrabble out of the way of the first sizzling-hot orb, which soon fizzled into nothingness...
...and smack into the path of the second orb.
Jay let out a final shriek just before the second orb reached him. He felt the hair on his chest and face singe a second before the orb itself rolled over him and swallowed the horse whole. Jay vanished into the blackened sphere without a trace as the ball of death came to a halt where the horse had stood a second before. There was a moment of total inaction, but then there was a faint glow from within the blackened orb. A moment later the orb burst like a great balloon, the darkness within flying out in all directions. In its place, stood a great, black horse as before but wild red-orange flames whipped about where a mane should have been. Equally colored flames coated each hoof, which hisses and spat on the already blackened ground. His head was down so that the horse's nose very nearly touched the charred grass as if it was resting.
*You...you tried to kill me...* Came a whispered thought, sounding almost amazed and disbelieving.
*..Tried to kill me... Me!* The thought repeated, sounding more irritated this time. A fiery tail snapped through the air like an agitated whip.
*You! You Tried to Kill ME!* This time rage bubbled through that projected thought, accompanied by a jabbing needle of pain. The horse suddenly reared up on its hind legs and roared a deep, terrifying mockery of a whinny. Burning hooves pawed through the air before it and the flaming mane flashed about even more furiously than before. Standing on hind legs, the flaming horse stood nearly equal with the night stalker, but it fell forward again to all fours, shorter but no less dangerous. It huffed, sending out black smoke from each nostril as the horse finally and slowly opened its eyes, to glare at the night stalker with smoldering red eyes.
*You....* Came the final word, drawn out in a long, malice-filled hiss. Black lips pulled back to reveal ivory, chisel-like teeth.
*Burn....*
Jay practically quivered each time that damnable shriek sounded, but just as Jay feared, everything just went from bad to worse. Those sightless eyes seemed to stab Jay in the heart as the monster-thing seemed to take notice of him. The feeble bindings holding it were vaporized by the conjuring of a terrible black orb, which the monster set to rolling toward him like a bowling ball.
Jay's mouth went dry as the grass was charred to nothingness as it approached. Desperation and near panic finally forced Jay to move. Fear and his damaged foreleg caused him to scamper and scrabble out of the way of the first sizzling-hot orb, which soon fizzled into nothingness...
...and smack into the path of the second orb.
Jay let out a final shriek just before the second orb reached him. He felt the hair on his chest and face singe a second before the orb itself rolled over him and swallowed the horse whole. Jay vanished into the blackened sphere without a trace as the ball of death came to a halt where the horse had stood a second before. There was a moment of total inaction, but then there was a faint glow from within the blackened orb. A moment later the orb burst like a great balloon, the darkness within flying out in all directions. In its place, stood a great, black horse as before but wild red-orange flames whipped about where a mane should have been. Equally colored flames coated each hoof, which hisses and spat on the already blackened ground. His head was down so that the horse's nose very nearly touched the charred grass as if it was resting.
*You...you tried to kill me...* Came a whispered thought, sounding almost amazed and disbelieving.
*..Tried to kill me... Me!* The thought repeated, sounding more irritated this time. A fiery tail snapped through the air like an agitated whip.
*You! You Tried to Kill ME!* This time rage bubbled through that projected thought, accompanied by a jabbing needle of pain. The horse suddenly reared up on its hind legs and roared a deep, terrifying mockery of a whinny. Burning hooves pawed through the air before it and the flaming mane flashed about even more furiously than before. Standing on hind legs, the flaming horse stood nearly equal with the night stalker, but it fell forward again to all fours, shorter but no less dangerous. It huffed, sending out black smoke from each nostril as the horse finally and slowly opened its eyes, to glare at the night stalker with smoldering red eyes.
*You....* Came the final word, drawn out in a long, malice-filled hiss. Black lips pulled back to reveal ivory, chisel-like teeth.
*Burn....*
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Fay found herself smiling at the wolf who was her guide. The canine creature really was over all endearin with how protective she was becoming over the 'chicken'.
"Men!" she huffed. Then she looked up and down Fay, "Did you look like that? I mean, I know you were different, but were you beautiful? Even if you weren't..." she shook her massive black head, "It doesn't matter, that doesn't excuse males..."
"I didn't look exactly like this, but overall I was very similar," she said with a smile thinking about what it was like to be where she had been. "I had long black hair and my body isn't too far off from the old one," She said letting her hands run up and down the length of the sinewy body hidden beneathe her clothes.
"I know Lee would not do that..."
"Yes well..." She chuckled as the wolf nudged her. "He's not like anyone else I've ever dated.... physically and... well I guess personality wise as well," she said touching her lips absently. She thought about how thoughtful the other had been to make her such a nice gift, and he obviously didn't expect anything from her.
"Maybe I should get something for him..." She asked.
"Men!" she huffed. Then she looked up and down Fay, "Did you look like that? I mean, I know you were different, but were you beautiful? Even if you weren't..." she shook her massive black head, "It doesn't matter, that doesn't excuse males..."
"I didn't look exactly like this, but overall I was very similar," she said with a smile thinking about what it was like to be where she had been. "I had long black hair and my body isn't too far off from the old one," She said letting her hands run up and down the length of the sinewy body hidden beneathe her clothes.
"I know Lee would not do that..."
"Yes well..." She chuckled as the wolf nudged her. "He's not like anyone else I've ever dated.... physically and... well I guess personality wise as well," she said touching her lips absently. She thought about how thoughtful the other had been to make her such a nice gift, and he obviously didn't expect anything from her.
"Maybe I should get something for him..." She asked.
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"I would save the vale to protect those who i have come to hold dear, and because the Spirit brought me here to do so. This maybe a way to make some small amends for the evil i have done." Michael said, the dragon clearly not too interested in helping them.
"If you will not aid me, might you at least not oppose me? we have come through much and have caused you no harm."
"If you will not aid me, might you at least not oppose me? we have come through much and have caused you no harm."
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Elmhand vs. The Night Stalker
Elmhand came to a stop within two strides of the horse that had been wounded by the Night Stalker. He then reached down to pull up another boulder, and looked up just in time to see one of the boulders he had thrown earlier heading right back at him. Elmhand reacted by bring up his left arm as if to shield himself, and closed his eyes. He didn’t have long to wait for the impact, but he didn’t so much feel it hit him as he did feel it hit something else. He opened his eyes to find a mass of tightly woven branches and leaves before him, acting as a natural shield that had grown out of his arm in response to him bracing for impact.
Elmhand looked down to the bottom of the shield of branches, which covered him from thigh to neck, and saw the broken pieces of the boulder lying upon the ground. The branches were apparently hard enough to withstand the force of the boulder and cause it to break upon impact. But why Elmhand had felt the shock of the impact as no more than a dull thud, he could only guess; he would later figure that it was due to the leaves absorbing most of the impact. Elmhand didn’t wonder about the shield for long as he then heard a voice in his head: “You...you tried to kill me…” it said. Elmhand moved his arm back to his, taking note that the wooden shield retracted own its own. He looked to where the horse was two Ent strides away, but what greeted his vision was something that scared the living daylights out of him: a great, black horse stood there, tongues of orange flame in place of a mane and tail, hooves wreathed in flame that hissed and spat at blackened earth.
Elmhand watched in trepidation as the voice in his head that seemed to be coming from the horse changed in accordance to the horse getting pissed. Elmhand had been considering going to shield and help the horse, but now seeing that the horse was pissed and on fire, Elmhand decided that his assistance would not be needed, let alone appreciated. So, Elmhand resumed his attack upon the Night Stalker.
Elmhand reached down, pulled up another boulder and let fly, this time throwing it as if it were a baseball and he were a pitcher. It looked like the boulder would sail right over the Night Stalker’s head with room to spare, but Elmhand had put spin on it that at just the right time, the bottom would drop out of the trajectory of the boulder, causing it to almost literally drop on top of the Night Stalker’s head.
Elmhand came to a stop within two strides of the horse that had been wounded by the Night Stalker. He then reached down to pull up another boulder, and looked up just in time to see one of the boulders he had thrown earlier heading right back at him. Elmhand reacted by bring up his left arm as if to shield himself, and closed his eyes. He didn’t have long to wait for the impact, but he didn’t so much feel it hit him as he did feel it hit something else. He opened his eyes to find a mass of tightly woven branches and leaves before him, acting as a natural shield that had grown out of his arm in response to him bracing for impact.
Elmhand looked down to the bottom of the shield of branches, which covered him from thigh to neck, and saw the broken pieces of the boulder lying upon the ground. The branches were apparently hard enough to withstand the force of the boulder and cause it to break upon impact. But why Elmhand had felt the shock of the impact as no more than a dull thud, he could only guess; he would later figure that it was due to the leaves absorbing most of the impact. Elmhand didn’t wonder about the shield for long as he then heard a voice in his head: “You...you tried to kill me…” it said. Elmhand moved his arm back to his, taking note that the wooden shield retracted own its own. He looked to where the horse was two Ent strides away, but what greeted his vision was something that scared the living daylights out of him: a great, black horse stood there, tongues of orange flame in place of a mane and tail, hooves wreathed in flame that hissed and spat at blackened earth.
Elmhand watched in trepidation as the voice in his head that seemed to be coming from the horse changed in accordance to the horse getting pissed. Elmhand had been considering going to shield and help the horse, but now seeing that the horse was pissed and on fire, Elmhand decided that his assistance would not be needed, let alone appreciated. So, Elmhand resumed his attack upon the Night Stalker.
Elmhand reached down, pulled up another boulder and let fly, this time throwing it as if it were a baseball and he were a pitcher. It looked like the boulder would sail right over the Night Stalker’s head with room to spare, but Elmhand had put spin on it that at just the right time, the bottom would drop out of the trajectory of the boulder, causing it to almost literally drop on top of the Night Stalker’s head.
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"Oh? And how were you? Besides being a fox man,"
He had gotten himself into it now...
"I mean to say that.... I don't know if it's so much odd or weird..." He was trying to really explain what he meant and what he was. "It really doesn't define who I am..."
He felt a little off now.
"I'm a good father and a good husbands despite it all..." He sighed heavily. "I... prefer men..." He said simply. Better to just get it out there.
He had gotten himself into it now...
"I mean to say that.... I don't know if it's so much odd or weird..." He was trying to really explain what he meant and what he was. "It really doesn't define who I am..."
He felt a little off now.
"I'm a good father and a good husbands despite it all..." He sighed heavily. "I... prefer men..." He said simply. Better to just get it out there.
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Varic nodded, "Tomorrow, we can test your theories out. But for now, I think that rest is in order. You've been through a lot and so have we all."
He smiled, flicking some juice off of his lips with a finger, "Tomorrow will be a better day. It almost always is."
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Jay and Elmhand
*Burn....*
The Night Stalker paused for a moment, as if it could actually understand the flaming horse's challenge. Though, in truth, language wasn't exactly its strong point, let alone somebody else's language. Opening its strange, voidal mouth, it screamed another defiant banshee wail towards Jay. It had now identified Jay as the major threat in the small army that had come to attack it. Four of the seven people weren't even threats at all. The Guides meant nothing but obstacles in its way.
It stepped towards the flaming horse.... and was instantly showered in hail of rocks, stones and dirt. The boulder Elmhand had thrown again had hit its mark straight on. The stalker screamed at the slow moving Ent, frustration clear in its wailing cry.
Hesitating for barely a moment, it changed course and began to head towards Elmhand. It didn't bother with another attack as it had on Jay earlier with the plasmatic fire, instead it was going to relish the feeling of pulling apart the nuisance Ent, tree limb by tree limb.
Stretching out its claws and moving faster than the Ent could ever hope to (Ents naturally being slower than most other beings) it was before Elmhand, a few feet away, in mere moments.
Screaming a challenge that blasted through the air, waving the grass with a shock wave. Raising its clawed, webbed hands, it prepared a downwards slash at Elmhand's head.
For now, it seemed, the NightMare was forgotten for its latest target.
*Burn....*
The Night Stalker paused for a moment, as if it could actually understand the flaming horse's challenge. Though, in truth, language wasn't exactly its strong point, let alone somebody else's language. Opening its strange, voidal mouth, it screamed another defiant banshee wail towards Jay. It had now identified Jay as the major threat in the small army that had come to attack it. Four of the seven people weren't even threats at all. The Guides meant nothing but obstacles in its way.
It stepped towards the flaming horse.... and was instantly showered in hail of rocks, stones and dirt. The boulder Elmhand had thrown again had hit its mark straight on. The stalker screamed at the slow moving Ent, frustration clear in its wailing cry.
Hesitating for barely a moment, it changed course and began to head towards Elmhand. It didn't bother with another attack as it had on Jay earlier with the plasmatic fire, instead it was going to relish the feeling of pulling apart the nuisance Ent, tree limb by tree limb.
Stretching out its claws and moving faster than the Ent could ever hope to (Ents naturally being slower than most other beings) it was before Elmhand, a few feet away, in mere moments.
Screaming a challenge that blasted through the air, waving the grass with a shock wave. Raising its clawed, webbed hands, it prepared a downwards slash at Elmhand's head.
For now, it seemed, the NightMare was forgotten for its latest target.
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Fay and Faelin
"Maybe I should get something for him..."
The wolf grinned, howling slightly. A long slow, drawn out keening howl. "It would be a good idea. I think he would love that. Besides, if you get him something, you'll have to give it to him, right?"
There was a twinkle in her yellow eyes, "And to do that, you'd have to see him again, right?"
The great black wolf was silent for a few minutes more. "Fay, you know that this is dangerous, don't you? You know that you could get really hurt... and you still have to see the Spirit, too."
The wolf's voice was quiet, foreboding.
"Maybe I should get something for him..."
The wolf grinned, howling slightly. A long slow, drawn out keening howl. "It would be a good idea. I think he would love that. Besides, if you get him something, you'll have to give it to him, right?"
There was a twinkle in her yellow eyes, "And to do that, you'd have to see him again, right?"
The great black wolf was silent for a few minutes more. "Fay, you know that this is dangerous, don't you? You know that you could get really hurt... and you still have to see the Spirit, too."
The wolf's voice was quiet, foreboding.
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Michael/Sila
The dragon began to chuckle. Then the chuckle grew into a low rumble, louder and louder it began before the dragon was suddenly shaking, jewels tumbling down the mountain of precious stones that made up the dragon's bed. The laughter grew so loud that both Sila and Renvir had to clap their hands to their ears for fear of splitting their eardrums.
The cavern roof fairly shook as little stones and dirt began to rain down on them. "So be it!" came the booming voice of the dragon and then a flash blinded their eyes and white hot light invaded their bodies. Then blackness enveloped them.
When they all came to, Sila blinked looking up in surprise. It was daylight, at least she could see daylight, which should have been impossible so far beneath the mountain.
Tula's eyes looked down at her, concerned to see her daughter, and the rest of Michael's party including the werewolf himself, sitting in the middle of her court in the Dwarven city. The Bassa ambled away from the stunned Takkin and began to chew on some stone piles it knew that were set aside for it.
Sila turned around to look to see where Michael was. She gasped when she saw him.
Standing there, above her, resplendant in his wolven form, he was encased in a silvery, glowing metal that seemed to shift and change illumination in the rays of the noon sun. It rippled over his body, forming armor that gave him an even fiercer look. She blinked and wondered where it had come from and then the last words of the Dragon came ringing back into her ears. She smiled then. It was done. Now nothing stood in the way of Michael and his bid to save her world.
The dragon began to chuckle. Then the chuckle grew into a low rumble, louder and louder it began before the dragon was suddenly shaking, jewels tumbling down the mountain of precious stones that made up the dragon's bed. The laughter grew so loud that both Sila and Renvir had to clap their hands to their ears for fear of splitting their eardrums.
The cavern roof fairly shook as little stones and dirt began to rain down on them. "So be it!" came the booming voice of the dragon and then a flash blinded their eyes and white hot light invaded their bodies. Then blackness enveloped them.
When they all came to, Sila blinked looking up in surprise. It was daylight, at least she could see daylight, which should have been impossible so far beneath the mountain.
Tula's eyes looked down at her, concerned to see her daughter, and the rest of Michael's party including the werewolf himself, sitting in the middle of her court in the Dwarven city. The Bassa ambled away from the stunned Takkin and began to chew on some stone piles it knew that were set aside for it.
Sila turned around to look to see where Michael was. She gasped when she saw him.
Standing there, above her, resplendant in his wolven form, he was encased in a silvery, glowing metal that seemed to shift and change illumination in the rays of the noon sun. It rippled over his body, forming armor that gave him an even fiercer look. She blinked and wondered where it had come from and then the last words of the Dragon came ringing back into her ears. She smiled then. It was done. Now nothing stood in the way of Michael and his bid to save her world.
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"It would be a good idea. I think he would love that. Besides, if you get him something, you'll have to give it to him, right?"
There was a twinkle in her yellow eyes, "And to do that, you'd have to see him again, right?"
Fay didn't understand why her friend was talking like that. Of course the avian was planning on seeing him again and he was planning on seeing her right? Well she had gathered that much to make that assumption.
He had come right out and told her so.
"Fay, you know that this is dangerous, don't you? You know that you could get really hurt... and you still have to see the Spirit, too."
Fay nodded. "I know Faelin.... I'm going to be careful, won't walk down any dark alleys by myself... And I won't do anything stupid," she reassured as she petted the beautiful canine.
"We'll get to the Spirit... I know we will." She smiled. "Just seems to be taking longer than expected is all..."
There was a twinkle in her yellow eyes, "And to do that, you'd have to see him again, right?"
Fay didn't understand why her friend was talking like that. Of course the avian was planning on seeing him again and he was planning on seeing her right? Well she had gathered that much to make that assumption.
He had come right out and told her so.
"Fay, you know that this is dangerous, don't you? You know that you could get really hurt... and you still have to see the Spirit, too."
Fay nodded. "I know Faelin.... I'm going to be careful, won't walk down any dark alleys by myself... And I won't do anything stupid," she reassured as she petted the beautiful canine.
"We'll get to the Spirit... I know we will." She smiled. "Just seems to be taking longer than expected is all..."
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You said it and I agree i will need my rest as silver laid down he folded his wings close to his body and wrapped his tail around him so tight that he imagined he looked like little more then a large black rock with a white mark
next morning he woke and stretched as he looked around he noticed varic was awake as was Eric so he stood up and walked over and sat down next to them
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Noah and Drakalin
"I... prefer men..."
At first Drakalin wasn't sure what he was talking about. He assumed that Noah being male, would obviously need other males for companionship. Even though women were good listeners, sometimes men could only understand other men.
Then it hit him.
"Oh..." he said softly, looking askance at the fox man that walked by his side. "You mean...?" he drifted off, realising that it might not be a good time to make the other clarify his meaning. Especially since it was practically out there anyway.
He sighed. Great, just great. He had his own personal quest that he needed to complete and now he was being thrown in with a Guardian that was a man-lover. He sighed again and his wings flexing unconsciously behind him.
"It... it doesn't matter." He finally said. "My job is to get you to the Spirit and make sure you don't do anything stupid on the way." Though he treated the fox man no differently, there was still a slight air of 'space' around him now, like he was distant, somehow.
"I... prefer men..."
At first Drakalin wasn't sure what he was talking about. He assumed that Noah being male, would obviously need other males for companionship. Even though women were good listeners, sometimes men could only understand other men.
Then it hit him.
"Oh..." he said softly, looking askance at the fox man that walked by his side. "You mean...?" he drifted off, realising that it might not be a good time to make the other clarify his meaning. Especially since it was practically out there anyway.
He sighed. Great, just great. He had his own personal quest that he needed to complete and now he was being thrown in with a Guardian that was a man-lover. He sighed again and his wings flexing unconsciously behind him.
"It... it doesn't matter." He finally said. "My job is to get you to the Spirit and make sure you don't do anything stupid on the way." Though he treated the fox man no differently, there was still a slight air of 'space' around him now, like he was distant, somehow.
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Largos stood but didn't say a word. He knew that the men before him were here for reason as something had made them ride hard but knew it would be best just to blend in and keep his mouth shut so that he wouldn't get into too much trouble. He knew that he could offer his help but in doing so he would be questioned as to who he was and what he was doing here and the last thing he wanted them to find out was that he was a vampire. He knew that they were hated for what they were but if they were to find out that he was a guardian as well he knew that it would be a death sentence for him.
He moved slowly away from Malakiel, wanting nothing more than to blend in with the crowd but as he did he noticed that Len was standing there watching the men on the horses as if she knew who they were. As he looked at her he noticed what she was wearing and let out a long slow breath. It was the first time since she had turned that he saw just how beautiful she was. He wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms and try to sweep her off her feet but he shook his head and wondered just what the hell had brought it on. There were other things that were more important around here but he couldn't help but think of Len and the more that he tried to think of other things the more the image of her jumped into his head.
He walked back towards where Malakiel was standing and as he did he heard him speak.
"Things are not going well brother. Whatever is out there has taken far too many people during the past nights. I hope that you have come here to drive whatever it is from this place."
Menos looked down at the ground before taking a long slow breath.
"I know what plagues you brother. That is why we are here to help you. I just hope that we can."
Largos's eyes went wide with those words and he wondered what it was that would worry this leader so much. He wanted to ask that question but he knew that it would get him noticed and it was the last thing that he wanted, especially now.
He moved closer to Len and took her hand in hers, instantly getting a flush of the feelings that he had had earlier.
"We must move from here now, before we are noticed."
"You there, elf. Where is it that you got that sword from?" Largos heard Menos say and turned to look at him.
"I won it in a fight-"
He saw Menos's eyes go wide and wondered if he had just said the wrong thing.
"You won it in a fight? You are the type of person that we need to fight with us," he said as he moved towards him, "we must talk after my men have gotten settled."
He looked down at the sword again, "We most definitely need to talk."
He turned back to Malakiel, "Where should I tell my people to set up their tents?"
Malakiel placed a hand onto Menos, "Come brother. I will show you the perfect place."
As he led him away Largos breathed a sigh of relief. He hoped that with Menos distracted he would forget about him. That hope was dashed though when Menos turned on his heels to look straight at Largos, "I will meet you in the hall within the hour Largos. We must talk."
As they walked away Largos let out a silent curse before he turned to Len, "Can you please tell me what it means to carry this sword and why Malakiel's brother is so interested in it and me?"
He moved slowly away from Malakiel, wanting nothing more than to blend in with the crowd but as he did he noticed that Len was standing there watching the men on the horses as if she knew who they were. As he looked at her he noticed what she was wearing and let out a long slow breath. It was the first time since she had turned that he saw just how beautiful she was. He wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms and try to sweep her off her feet but he shook his head and wondered just what the hell had brought it on. There were other things that were more important around here but he couldn't help but think of Len and the more that he tried to think of other things the more the image of her jumped into his head.
He walked back towards where Malakiel was standing and as he did he heard him speak.
"Things are not going well brother. Whatever is out there has taken far too many people during the past nights. I hope that you have come here to drive whatever it is from this place."
Menos looked down at the ground before taking a long slow breath.
"I know what plagues you brother. That is why we are here to help you. I just hope that we can."
Largos's eyes went wide with those words and he wondered what it was that would worry this leader so much. He wanted to ask that question but he knew that it would get him noticed and it was the last thing that he wanted, especially now.
He moved closer to Len and took her hand in hers, instantly getting a flush of the feelings that he had had earlier.
"We must move from here now, before we are noticed."
"You there, elf. Where is it that you got that sword from?" Largos heard Menos say and turned to look at him.
"I won it in a fight-"
He saw Menos's eyes go wide and wondered if he had just said the wrong thing.
"You won it in a fight? You are the type of person that we need to fight with us," he said as he moved towards him, "we must talk after my men have gotten settled."
He looked down at the sword again, "We most definitely need to talk."
He turned back to Malakiel, "Where should I tell my people to set up their tents?"
Malakiel placed a hand onto Menos, "Come brother. I will show you the perfect place."
As he led him away Largos breathed a sigh of relief. He hoped that with Menos distracted he would forget about him. That hope was dashed though when Menos turned on his heels to look straight at Largos, "I will meet you in the hall within the hour Largos. We must talk."
As they walked away Largos let out a silent curse before he turned to Len, "Can you please tell me what it means to carry this sword and why Malakiel's brother is so interested in it and me?"
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Fay
"Just seems to be taking longer than expected is all..."
Faelin looked up, blinking her narrow yellow eyes. "Don't worry, Fay. You're doing good here, and that's all the Spirit could ever ask for. You're helping her, believe me." She gave a little playful wolfish grin and yipped.
"Lets get some rest. You're to meet Pheldom tomorrow, just a meet and greet session, but still. We felt that you should get to at least see him so you know... you know what he's like."
The wolf lay her massive head back down and it seemed she was asleep in moments. Tomorrow was another day.
"Just seems to be taking longer than expected is all..."
Faelin looked up, blinking her narrow yellow eyes. "Don't worry, Fay. You're doing good here, and that's all the Spirit could ever ask for. You're helping her, believe me." She gave a little playful wolfish grin and yipped.
"Lets get some rest. You're to meet Pheldom tomorrow, just a meet and greet session, but still. We felt that you should get to at least see him so you know... you know what he's like."
The wolf lay her massive head back down and it seemed she was asleep in moments. Tomorrow was another day.
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Varic handed Silver a bit of the meat that was left over from the night before. It looked as if the Elf had not slept, as indeed he hadn't. He had been up all night, planning and thinking. And it showed. Shadows played uder his eyes and he was slower moving than the day before. But he seemed cheery enough.
"I was thinking, Silver. Your abilities are rather bi polar. Fire and Ice? It may well be that you have elemental abilities."
Varic held up a hand, "We should see how much control you have over them."
Waiting until Silver had eaten, a small ice ball began to form over Varic's hand. It seemed to require no effort on Varic's part, but soon a ball of ice about the size of baseball floated above his palm. Gripping it, varic swung his arm back and suddenly threw it away from their fire.
"Try to hit it," he suggested.
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She knew that the other was right... That she was doing the right thing even thoug it was clear that there was still a ton of stuff she had to worry about. She wasn't invincible.... she could get hurt... it was very likely she would get hurt
"Lets get some rest. You're to meet Pheldom tomorrow, just a meet and greet session, but still. We felt that you should get to at least see him so you know... you know what he's like."
She didn't need to answer.
The conversation ended with the two falling asleep.
Early the next morning Fay opened her eyes but didn't move. She just listened to the noises of the house. Stretching her long body brought a little relief to her stiff muscles. The past couple days had been hard on her... she wasn't used to traveling so hard like they had been.
That and she hadn't flown by her own wings...
"Faelin?" She asked looking around the room for her wolf friend. "when do we meet him?" She said pushing herself up. "And what do I wear?"
"Lets get some rest. You're to meet Pheldom tomorrow, just a meet and greet session, but still. We felt that you should get to at least see him so you know... you know what he's like."
She didn't need to answer.
The conversation ended with the two falling asleep.
Early the next morning Fay opened her eyes but didn't move. She just listened to the noises of the house. Stretching her long body brought a little relief to her stiff muscles. The past couple days had been hard on her... she wasn't used to traveling so hard like they had been.
That and she hadn't flown by her own wings...
"Faelin?" She asked looking around the room for her wolf friend. "when do we meet him?" She said pushing herself up. "And what do I wear?"
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Silver concentrated on what he wanted and went as though to bark or howl but in stead of sound a ball of ice about the size of a softball shot out of his mouth and shattered the one varic had thrown
silver watched it fall toward the ground as if in slow motion and concentrated again this time on fire a fire ball of about the same size shot forth this time and hit the ice one he had shot and they both vanished in a puff of steam
silver watched it fall toward the ground as if in slow motion and concentrated again this time on fire a fire ball of about the same size shot forth this time and hit the ice one he had shot and they both vanished in a puff of steam
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That 'Oh.' let him know that he was not exactly well accepted here either. He should have just kept his mouth shut and not said a thing. Why would anything be any different here than back on Earth.
"It... it doesn't matter." He finally said. "My job is to get you to the Spirit and make sure you don't do anything stupid on the way."
"Sorry," he said feeling incredibly low now.
He was sure that the other wasn't trying to make him feel like shit but he was there now. He was tired and felt stupid now. "I'll um... Just go to bed then," he said as he made his way over to the spot that dragon man had pointed out earlier.
Just sleep and everything would be better in the morning.
"It... it doesn't matter." He finally said. "My job is to get you to the Spirit and make sure you don't do anything stupid on the way."
"Sorry," he said feeling incredibly low now.
He was sure that the other wasn't trying to make him feel like shit but he was there now. He was tired and felt stupid now. "I'll um... Just go to bed then," he said as he made his way over to the spot that dragon man had pointed out earlier.
Just sleep and everything would be better in the morning.
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Largos
Silently Len watched the proceedings. Unlike Largos, she was well aware of the danger the Blue Guard posed. They were the elite of the elite, trained to guard the Spirit and Malas specifically. They had an advantage over other, more normal soldiers. They could guard against magical attacks.
The Blue Guard only pick the most promising, both physically and mentally, young men. There have been times when women were a part of the process but for now, it was just the men. They were also tested for the Spark. The Spark is a person's ability to actually come into contact with their magi, or magical essence. Some people could go through their entire lives without once being able to access their Magi or anything further in their magical essences.
All Blue Guards had to learn the art of warefare and magecraft both. Once trained, a Blue Guard devoted his life to his cause, the protection of the Spirit and Illusion Vale. There was no other life for him after that... a disgraced or disloyal Blue Guard was dealt with swiftly and never seen again. Though it was rare, it was known to happen.
To become elevated to the rank of Captain was a great endeavor and as Menos walked away from the elf named Largos, his mind focused a small amount of his vast attention to the enigma of the Crystal Sword. Finding and sorting all the information he had on that one Relic and filing it away for his later talk to Largos, Menos turned his attention back to his men and creating an effective defensive barrier against the evils that would test them through the night.
"Can you please tell me what it means to carry this sword and why Malakiel's brother is so interested in it and me?"
Len watched Menos go in silence as well, walking a little aways beside Largos when he moved towards the great Hall. At first she didn't answer his question, thinking it over in her mind. She frowned, reaching up to play with a little bead that lay at the end of her hair. She bit her lip and turned her green eyes towards Largos, her dark orbs silently troubled.
"I truly don't know, Largos. But... I would suggest that should Menos ask, you should tell him who you really are." Her voice was quiet and full of misgivings. She laid a hand on his arm, "He can be trusted that much at least."
Then she concentrated on moving her long legs in the direction of the great hall once again. She was pleasantly surprised to see how much easier it had become to move all of her new body parts either in sequence or in sync with the rest of her. She turned around, "You'd best not keep him waiting. I'll tell you everything you need to know about the Blue Guard."
Her dark green eyes were solemn as she spoke of their history while they walked. She talked all the way through them getting a loaf of bread and cold meat for breakfast and even as they settled down to eat. She picked at her food, concentrating on what she was saying.
"The Blue Guard are the best at what they do. They weild both magic and an impressive array of normal weapons and tactics. They were created specifically for the Spirit when she came to power thousands of years ago. Only the most talented of young men, and sometimes women if they show promise, are picked. They are trained from an early age. I've heard they sometimes take those as young as ten. From that time, they are Blue Guards and nothing more. They have the highest rank in the militia, but the most humble reputation. They live to serve... but they are intelligent in the way they do. They are completely loyal and devoted to both this Land and the Spirit. These men are allowed to marry, but most don't, simply because there is no guarantee that when they ride that they'll ever be back. They are allowed offspring and even encouraged to, but still, most don't. Women who fall in love with them must also fall in love with what they are and the cause they serve.
They are brothers in arms and always fight as a unit. They are only sent on the most dangerous of warpaths, places where ordinary soldiers would be slaughtered.
Their numbers ebb and flow, but as long as there is still one Blue Guard breathing and none of the enemy, then their duty has been fulfilled."
Len sighed as she abruptly saw Menos and Malakiel walking purposely towards them. "Treat Menos the way you would an equal, Largos. He is not an enemy you would like. Besides, the Blue Guard are an extension of the Spirit herself. If he has an interest in that sword, you'll will expect that he has a good reason for it."
She stood as she spoke the last word, bowing her head towards Menos as he came walking up to them. Menos gave her an odd look before bowing back at the waist. "I'm not familiar with you, Avian. What rank do you bear?"
Len smiled, "I am Len A'tel'a'vas, Protector of the Winds." She looked down at her attire, "I recently went through a change.." she blushed as Malakiel went as white as a sheet and Menos nodded matter of factly.
"No-one in their right mind would claim to be Len A'tel'a'vas. I believe you," he looked her up and down, his eyes both calcuting and appreciative, "Stranger things have happened, eh?" he grinned as Len abruptly blushed once more. Apparently she was well known to the captain, even if he didn't recognise her current form.
Once the three of them had seated themselves, Menos turned to Largos. "Firstly, tell me exactly how you got a hold of that sword and any other battles you have fought with it,"
It was clear that Menos expected an answer.
Silently Len watched the proceedings. Unlike Largos, she was well aware of the danger the Blue Guard posed. They were the elite of the elite, trained to guard the Spirit and Malas specifically. They had an advantage over other, more normal soldiers. They could guard against magical attacks.
The Blue Guard only pick the most promising, both physically and mentally, young men. There have been times when women were a part of the process but for now, it was just the men. They were also tested for the Spark. The Spark is a person's ability to actually come into contact with their magi, or magical essence. Some people could go through their entire lives without once being able to access their Magi or anything further in their magical essences.
All Blue Guards had to learn the art of warefare and magecraft both. Once trained, a Blue Guard devoted his life to his cause, the protection of the Spirit and Illusion Vale. There was no other life for him after that... a disgraced or disloyal Blue Guard was dealt with swiftly and never seen again. Though it was rare, it was known to happen.
To become elevated to the rank of Captain was a great endeavor and as Menos walked away from the elf named Largos, his mind focused a small amount of his vast attention to the enigma of the Crystal Sword. Finding and sorting all the information he had on that one Relic and filing it away for his later talk to Largos, Menos turned his attention back to his men and creating an effective defensive barrier against the evils that would test them through the night.
"Can you please tell me what it means to carry this sword and why Malakiel's brother is so interested in it and me?"
Len watched Menos go in silence as well, walking a little aways beside Largos when he moved towards the great Hall. At first she didn't answer his question, thinking it over in her mind. She frowned, reaching up to play with a little bead that lay at the end of her hair. She bit her lip and turned her green eyes towards Largos, her dark orbs silently troubled.
"I truly don't know, Largos. But... I would suggest that should Menos ask, you should tell him who you really are." Her voice was quiet and full of misgivings. She laid a hand on his arm, "He can be trusted that much at least."
Then she concentrated on moving her long legs in the direction of the great hall once again. She was pleasantly surprised to see how much easier it had become to move all of her new body parts either in sequence or in sync with the rest of her. She turned around, "You'd best not keep him waiting. I'll tell you everything you need to know about the Blue Guard."
Her dark green eyes were solemn as she spoke of their history while they walked. She talked all the way through them getting a loaf of bread and cold meat for breakfast and even as they settled down to eat. She picked at her food, concentrating on what she was saying.
"The Blue Guard are the best at what they do. They weild both magic and an impressive array of normal weapons and tactics. They were created specifically for the Spirit when she came to power thousands of years ago. Only the most talented of young men, and sometimes women if they show promise, are picked. They are trained from an early age. I've heard they sometimes take those as young as ten. From that time, they are Blue Guards and nothing more. They have the highest rank in the militia, but the most humble reputation. They live to serve... but they are intelligent in the way they do. They are completely loyal and devoted to both this Land and the Spirit. These men are allowed to marry, but most don't, simply because there is no guarantee that when they ride that they'll ever be back. They are allowed offspring and even encouraged to, but still, most don't. Women who fall in love with them must also fall in love with what they are and the cause they serve.
They are brothers in arms and always fight as a unit. They are only sent on the most dangerous of warpaths, places where ordinary soldiers would be slaughtered.
Their numbers ebb and flow, but as long as there is still one Blue Guard breathing and none of the enemy, then their duty has been fulfilled."
Len sighed as she abruptly saw Menos and Malakiel walking purposely towards them. "Treat Menos the way you would an equal, Largos. He is not an enemy you would like. Besides, the Blue Guard are an extension of the Spirit herself. If he has an interest in that sword, you'll will expect that he has a good reason for it."
She stood as she spoke the last word, bowing her head towards Menos as he came walking up to them. Menos gave her an odd look before bowing back at the waist. "I'm not familiar with you, Avian. What rank do you bear?"
Len smiled, "I am Len A'tel'a'vas, Protector of the Winds." She looked down at her attire, "I recently went through a change.." she blushed as Malakiel went as white as a sheet and Menos nodded matter of factly.
"No-one in their right mind would claim to be Len A'tel'a'vas. I believe you," he looked her up and down, his eyes both calcuting and appreciative, "Stranger things have happened, eh?" he grinned as Len abruptly blushed once more. Apparently she was well known to the captain, even if he didn't recognise her current form.
Once the three of them had seated themselves, Menos turned to Largos. "Firstly, tell me exactly how you got a hold of that sword and any other battles you have fought with it,"
It was clear that Menos expected an answer.
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"Faelin? When do we meet him? And what do I wear?"
Faelin had padded back into the room just as Fay had gotten up. She tilted her head to the side, regarding the sleepy Avian and gave her hand a little, friendly lick.
"What Alelia gave you should be fine. Aran, Dorian and I have worked out a small story for you. You'll have to remember it. Dorian went through a lot to get you this interview. Normally Pheldom doesn't see anyone, he's that paranoid, but word of your beauty has spread."
The Wolf grinned, "You're to be looking for a suitor. You're the daughter of a minor, yet wealthy merchant in the Ethari Plains. Don't worry too much, he won't ask you about it. But in case he does, its a desert. Nothing but wild tribes of Centaurs and sand. But your father makes a great living in carting water and such like, normal necessities for living on the plains."
Faelin waited until Fay had dressed, "The interview is to be this evening. When the light will be just right for you. Don't be afraid to use your charm, just don't go overboard. What you really want to see is what kind of person he is in private. I'll be in there with you, but I'll just be playing the part of a wild wolf. I can't talk to you or give you direction at all."
Moral support, more like.
"I won't be able to speak into your mind either, Pheldom has a crystal that dampens my wolven magic. As well as some others, but the effect is still the same."
Once Fay had finished dressing and prettying herself up, she led her down the hallway into a small dining room. The same they had had dinner in the night before. Dorian and Aran were both at the table, deep in discussion. They broke off, however, when the women entered the room.
Dorian's hood was up so his eyes were the only visible parts of him as well as his left gauntletted hand. Both men stood when Fay entered, bowing at the waist before her as custom demanded a man do for a woman. Aran offered her a seat and water was brought for Faelin and placed near Fay.
"I trust you slept well?" Dorian's deep growling tone was comforting in the early morning light. "I've been able to gather some more information. It seems that Pheldom, while having paid off the rest of the nobles, has been ransomming a particular one. The Spirit does not want to interfere, simply because her interference would complicate things. Pheldom has a wide array of support in both military and magical matters. Should she try, in the state she is in now, she would need to seige the city. Something we want to avoid, if only to keep the citizens that are of no part of this safe."
"Pheldom's not evil," Faelin suddenly spoke up, trying to stress this important information on Fay, "He's just misguided and we think that another hand is being played here."
Dorian nodded, "Pheldom's become sicker and sicker each day. His coughs worsen and he gets paler with each sunrise. He spends a lot of time in his inner chambers and on occassion I have found him to mutter to himself."
Aran shook his head, "Don't make the mistake that he's losing his mind though. He's still sharp. We just think there might be something else behind Pheldom's actions right now."
Dorian nodded. "That's why Faelin and I will be with you. Faelin for your protection and I for his. You must, when you see me, not recognise me. Fear is often the reaction I get at a first glance, so that will do."
"As far as Pheldom knows, we have never met."
Faelin barked then, "Enough! Let the woman digest a little! And she's got to be hungry! Morbid fools..." she shook her massive black head. Looking up at Fay with motherly, supportive eyes, she laid her head onto one of Fay's big chicken feet. "Eat and we can plan things from there."
"Faelin? When do we meet him? And what do I wear?"
Faelin had padded back into the room just as Fay had gotten up. She tilted her head to the side, regarding the sleepy Avian and gave her hand a little, friendly lick.
"What Alelia gave you should be fine. Aran, Dorian and I have worked out a small story for you. You'll have to remember it. Dorian went through a lot to get you this interview. Normally Pheldom doesn't see anyone, he's that paranoid, but word of your beauty has spread."
The Wolf grinned, "You're to be looking for a suitor. You're the daughter of a minor, yet wealthy merchant in the Ethari Plains. Don't worry too much, he won't ask you about it. But in case he does, its a desert. Nothing but wild tribes of Centaurs and sand. But your father makes a great living in carting water and such like, normal necessities for living on the plains."
Faelin waited until Fay had dressed, "The interview is to be this evening. When the light will be just right for you. Don't be afraid to use your charm, just don't go overboard. What you really want to see is what kind of person he is in private. I'll be in there with you, but I'll just be playing the part of a wild wolf. I can't talk to you or give you direction at all."
Moral support, more like.
"I won't be able to speak into your mind either, Pheldom has a crystal that dampens my wolven magic. As well as some others, but the effect is still the same."
Once Fay had finished dressing and prettying herself up, she led her down the hallway into a small dining room. The same they had had dinner in the night before. Dorian and Aran were both at the table, deep in discussion. They broke off, however, when the women entered the room.
Dorian's hood was up so his eyes were the only visible parts of him as well as his left gauntletted hand. Both men stood when Fay entered, bowing at the waist before her as custom demanded a man do for a woman. Aran offered her a seat and water was brought for Faelin and placed near Fay.
"I trust you slept well?" Dorian's deep growling tone was comforting in the early morning light. "I've been able to gather some more information. It seems that Pheldom, while having paid off the rest of the nobles, has been ransomming a particular one. The Spirit does not want to interfere, simply because her interference would complicate things. Pheldom has a wide array of support in both military and magical matters. Should she try, in the state she is in now, she would need to seige the city. Something we want to avoid, if only to keep the citizens that are of no part of this safe."
"Pheldom's not evil," Faelin suddenly spoke up, trying to stress this important information on Fay, "He's just misguided and we think that another hand is being played here."
Dorian nodded, "Pheldom's become sicker and sicker each day. His coughs worsen and he gets paler with each sunrise. He spends a lot of time in his inner chambers and on occassion I have found him to mutter to himself."
Aran shook his head, "Don't make the mistake that he's losing his mind though. He's still sharp. We just think there might be something else behind Pheldom's actions right now."
Dorian nodded. "That's why Faelin and I will be with you. Faelin for your protection and I for his. You must, when you see me, not recognise me. Fear is often the reaction I get at a first glance, so that will do."
"As far as Pheldom knows, we have never met."
Faelin barked then, "Enough! Let the woman digest a little! And she's got to be hungry! Morbid fools..." she shook her massive black head. Looking up at Fay with motherly, supportive eyes, she laid her head onto one of Fay's big chicken feet. "Eat and we can plan things from there."
