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silver listened and spoke only to ask a question here and there other then that he only nodded his head and ate the hunk of meat and chunk of bread provided for his breakfast
Illusion Vale: A Spirit's Cry
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Largos and Len
Death rose among them and delivered his advocation swiftly, but not painlessly. Howls of rage, sorrow, grief, death and pain soaked into inky black of night and the howls of Death rose and fell in fearful bursts that made their hearts pound and their blood boil for more violence. Shadows coalesced into forms and sometimes Death was among them. Weaving from side to side, swaying with his glowing weapon, crystal shining in the thick darkness, Death delt his blow and every Ghoul would soon feel his wrath.
The villagers fought bravely - the first hour was the worst. The enemy just kept coming, swarming into the settlement and taking what they wanted. Teeth gnashing, limbs ripping and tearing, the glint of bloodied steel becoming a Spiritsend as it signalled that at least another Ghoul had fallen or was hurt.
For their part, the Blue Guard did what they had been trained to do since childhood. Female and male alike, all delt Death indiscrimanently - swiftly and painfully. Their breaths mingled on the cold air, the stench of brackened blood thick in their nostrils as the pile of bodies grew; friend and foe alike.
Ghouls kept pouring out of the night, they kept coming and the combatants were soon battle weary. Their laboured movements and breathing affected the way they battled and many more lost their lives before there was a small surcease in the attack.
Ghouls everywhere simply stood up, not caring when some villagers and Blue Guard alike seized the opportunity and cut them down. They stood still and silent - as if waiting for something. And indeed they were. For an instant later, out of the darkness, came a sound. A sound that wound chills up and down spines, that set fear deep into the hearts of men and women alike. Swords wavered, bows quivered and blood rushed in bursts of fear spiked adrenalin.
It took some time, but soon the sound would begin to make sense. It was at first a quiet chuckle. An evil mirth that grew in your ears and echoed in your heart. Then the chuckle became louder, growing into a laugh that defied description. Then the laughter became something else entirely. It was no longer a mirthful (if you could have called it mirthful in the first place) sound but something that was totally alien, something that was inherently evil. Screeching and screaming, the sound came on and on, the Ghouls listening intently. Those others that heard could not help but clap their hands over their ears. Those that had swiftly taken advantage of the Ghoul's cease of motion were soon covering their ears as well.
It was soon apparent that the Ghouls had only been the advance Guard, and that something else now approached. Something else entirely.
Suddenly, out of the darkness came something inexplicably thicker and darker than the surrounding night. It came swiftly, passing over everything in its path with a single determined motion, coming on and on, faster and faster when all of a sudden, Largos was enveloped.
He was not hurt, his senses still as sharp as they were before. The Ghouls that were trapped inside the darkness with him were silent and still. A light began to pulse. Just a weak one, a grey dullness that combatted the darkness that had swallowed him whole. Of the others were was no sign - nor was there a sign of the way out of the now grey mist that surrounded him.
A form coalesced before him and then he saw the face of his tormentor. It was Talon, his Sire and vampire. With a wave of his hand the Ghouls departed, silently and swiftly moving on all fours to disappear in the haze.
"Ahhh, Largos. How sweet it is to see you again," his dark eyes glittered with delicious malice, "They promised you to me - and they have delivered." He smiled, and gave a courtly bow. "Now - we shall continue our little duel, yes?"
He paused and cocked his head, as if listening to someone. Then he smiled, "Ah... your defenses have been overrun already. And that little bird of yours... well. I wouldn't want to distress you - " his grin grew wider and then he snarled, his voice harsh with anger, "You will not leave here alive to find out!"
Death rose among them and delivered his advocation swiftly, but not painlessly. Howls of rage, sorrow, grief, death and pain soaked into inky black of night and the howls of Death rose and fell in fearful bursts that made their hearts pound and their blood boil for more violence. Shadows coalesced into forms and sometimes Death was among them. Weaving from side to side, swaying with his glowing weapon, crystal shining in the thick darkness, Death delt his blow and every Ghoul would soon feel his wrath.
The villagers fought bravely - the first hour was the worst. The enemy just kept coming, swarming into the settlement and taking what they wanted. Teeth gnashing, limbs ripping and tearing, the glint of bloodied steel becoming a Spiritsend as it signalled that at least another Ghoul had fallen or was hurt.
For their part, the Blue Guard did what they had been trained to do since childhood. Female and male alike, all delt Death indiscrimanently - swiftly and painfully. Their breaths mingled on the cold air, the stench of brackened blood thick in their nostrils as the pile of bodies grew; friend and foe alike.
Ghouls kept pouring out of the night, they kept coming and the combatants were soon battle weary. Their laboured movements and breathing affected the way they battled and many more lost their lives before there was a small surcease in the attack.
Ghouls everywhere simply stood up, not caring when some villagers and Blue Guard alike seized the opportunity and cut them down. They stood still and silent - as if waiting for something. And indeed they were. For an instant later, out of the darkness, came a sound. A sound that wound chills up and down spines, that set fear deep into the hearts of men and women alike. Swords wavered, bows quivered and blood rushed in bursts of fear spiked adrenalin.
It took some time, but soon the sound would begin to make sense. It was at first a quiet chuckle. An evil mirth that grew in your ears and echoed in your heart. Then the chuckle became louder, growing into a laugh that defied description. Then the laughter became something else entirely. It was no longer a mirthful (if you could have called it mirthful in the first place) sound but something that was totally alien, something that was inherently evil. Screeching and screaming, the sound came on and on, the Ghouls listening intently. Those others that heard could not help but clap their hands over their ears. Those that had swiftly taken advantage of the Ghoul's cease of motion were soon covering their ears as well.
It was soon apparent that the Ghouls had only been the advance Guard, and that something else now approached. Something else entirely.
Suddenly, out of the darkness came something inexplicably thicker and darker than the surrounding night. It came swiftly, passing over everything in its path with a single determined motion, coming on and on, faster and faster when all of a sudden, Largos was enveloped.
He was not hurt, his senses still as sharp as they were before. The Ghouls that were trapped inside the darkness with him were silent and still. A light began to pulse. Just a weak one, a grey dullness that combatted the darkness that had swallowed him whole. Of the others were was no sign - nor was there a sign of the way out of the now grey mist that surrounded him.
A form coalesced before him and then he saw the face of his tormentor. It was Talon, his Sire and vampire. With a wave of his hand the Ghouls departed, silently and swiftly moving on all fours to disappear in the haze.
"Ahhh, Largos. How sweet it is to see you again," his dark eyes glittered with delicious malice, "They promised you to me - and they have delivered." He smiled, and gave a courtly bow. "Now - we shall continue our little duel, yes?"
He paused and cocked his head, as if listening to someone. Then he smiled, "Ah... your defenses have been overrun already. And that little bird of yours... well. I wouldn't want to distress you - " his grin grew wider and then he snarled, his voice harsh with anger, "You will not leave here alive to find out!"
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Eeth
The hair on the back of Eeth’s neck stood on end as the power of the spell filled the air around him, but he didn’t worry about the possibility of the spell affecting him as well, mostly because he didn’t know better. And then there was darkness.
Eeth had no idea what was going on, but when he heard Ilandria’s voice, he had a feeling that something odd and decidedly magical was going on. Eeth then felt the rush of wind past his face as he idly took a step back; little did he know that he had just escaped having his face torn to shreds. And then there was light.
Perhaps it was the magic that was the cause of this situation or a natural elf trait, but it took only a brief moment of Eeth’s eyes to adjust to the sudden light that illuminated the area, revealing Ilandria cowering nearby. She looked even crazier than she did when Eeth was fighting her, and no less disheveled for it either.
As the light started to fade to a more natural level, revealing more of Eeth’s surroundings, Eeth decided that what was occurring was a result of the spell that the Elders had cast on the queen; but why Eeth was in it too was beyond him. Shortly after he came to this conclusion, Eeth also decided that it would be best that he remained as a statue during the events to come; there was no knowing what would happen if he tried to interact with what was about to happen.
So, Eeth stood still and silent as he watched the events unfold before him, the scene of two star crossed lovers of differing ages simply enjoying each other’s company, and then the scene of obvious preparation before a battle and the sadness that accompanied it.
”Malas!”
Ah…so that is the Guardian that came before me, the one called Malas, thought Eeth to himself. From what Rolyn had told Eeth about Malas, it seemed that Malas had toyed with Ilandria’s heart, pretending love just so he could produce an heir for himself and the Spirit, leaving Ilandria behind with a broken heart. Eeth had heard of human women becoming distraught from a broken heart, but nothing on the order of Ilandria’s madness. Something else must have contributed to her fall into madness.
So, Eeth expecting to learn more about the cause of Ilandria’s madness, continued to remain still and silent, and thus he would remain for the duration of these visions.
The hair on the back of Eeth’s neck stood on end as the power of the spell filled the air around him, but he didn’t worry about the possibility of the spell affecting him as well, mostly because he didn’t know better. And then there was darkness.
Eeth had no idea what was going on, but when he heard Ilandria’s voice, he had a feeling that something odd and decidedly magical was going on. Eeth then felt the rush of wind past his face as he idly took a step back; little did he know that he had just escaped having his face torn to shreds. And then there was light.
Perhaps it was the magic that was the cause of this situation or a natural elf trait, but it took only a brief moment of Eeth’s eyes to adjust to the sudden light that illuminated the area, revealing Ilandria cowering nearby. She looked even crazier than she did when Eeth was fighting her, and no less disheveled for it either.
As the light started to fade to a more natural level, revealing more of Eeth’s surroundings, Eeth decided that what was occurring was a result of the spell that the Elders had cast on the queen; but why Eeth was in it too was beyond him. Shortly after he came to this conclusion, Eeth also decided that it would be best that he remained as a statue during the events to come; there was no knowing what would happen if he tried to interact with what was about to happen.
So, Eeth stood still and silent as he watched the events unfold before him, the scene of two star crossed lovers of differing ages simply enjoying each other’s company, and then the scene of obvious preparation before a battle and the sadness that accompanied it.
”Malas!”
Ah…so that is the Guardian that came before me, the one called Malas, thought Eeth to himself. From what Rolyn had told Eeth about Malas, it seemed that Malas had toyed with Ilandria’s heart, pretending love just so he could produce an heir for himself and the Spirit, leaving Ilandria behind with a broken heart. Eeth had heard of human women becoming distraught from a broken heart, but nothing on the order of Ilandria’s madness. Something else must have contributed to her fall into madness.
So, Eeth expecting to learn more about the cause of Ilandria’s madness, continued to remain still and silent, and thus he would remain for the duration of these visions.
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Her voice touched him somewhere deep in the human part of his mind. The part that wasnt consumed by bloodlust
His voice thick with rage he said "Sila??"
then he fell.
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Silver and Varic
Varic outlined the day's plans. They would do some investigating. Actually, Varic would do some investigating, while Silver stayed here. He was sorry that he couldn't bring the Guardian along, but he felt it best for the both of them if Silver stayed within the Temple walls. Hopefully he would be safe enough there.
The High Priest was already aware of Silver's Guardian nature, something Varic had been sure to point out first off, even after all his warnings to Silver not to tell anyone. But the High Priest was a man, or Centaur, if you'd prefer, that understood the world and how Evil was capable of rotting even the best Good.
Silver would continue, after breakfast to learn under the High Priest's tutelage while Varic explored the underworld of the dusty city. So saying, the High Priest (Torar) was introduced, his hooves ebony black and shining. He wore nothing but beads on his torso, his hair curly and thick, hanging down to his shoulders. He looked a brute of a man but when he spoke, it was with the softest and calmest manner. It looked to be that he was a Zen Master, if you ever met one.
"Your training will be intense. I know the need for secrecy and the urgency that you will require your skills, but I warn you now, Four Legged (an honorific to his race) that it will not be easy." So saying, the Priest turned away and Varic said his farewell to his new found friend. "Here's hoping I see you again tonight." Then he winked and was off, leaving Silver to trail after the prancing hooves of Torar.
Varic outlined the day's plans. They would do some investigating. Actually, Varic would do some investigating, while Silver stayed here. He was sorry that he couldn't bring the Guardian along, but he felt it best for the both of them if Silver stayed within the Temple walls. Hopefully he would be safe enough there.
The High Priest was already aware of Silver's Guardian nature, something Varic had been sure to point out first off, even after all his warnings to Silver not to tell anyone. But the High Priest was a man, or Centaur, if you'd prefer, that understood the world and how Evil was capable of rotting even the best Good.
Silver would continue, after breakfast to learn under the High Priest's tutelage while Varic explored the underworld of the dusty city. So saying, the High Priest (Torar) was introduced, his hooves ebony black and shining. He wore nothing but beads on his torso, his hair curly and thick, hanging down to his shoulders. He looked a brute of a man but when he spoke, it was with the softest and calmest manner. It looked to be that he was a Zen Master, if you ever met one.
"Your training will be intense. I know the need for secrecy and the urgency that you will require your skills, but I warn you now, Four Legged (an honorific to his race) that it will not be easy." So saying, the Priest turned away and Varic said his farewell to his new found friend. "Here's hoping I see you again tonight." Then he winked and was off, leaving Silver to trail after the prancing hooves of Torar.
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Eeth and Ilandria
The scene darkened and resolved once more. The Ilandria at Eeth's side sobbed quietly, not bothering to take notice of the Guardian any longer. So depressed was she, upon seeing her past laid before her, that she had no more room left for her petty concerns of before.
The scene before them lightened, more gradually this time. It was of the same court stage that they had left behind in the real world. The younger Ilandria was seated on the throne, looking much more benevolent then the Guardian had ever seen her. Her face was young, fresh and full of an optismism that shone through from her very core. You could believe that the future held endless possibilities with her on the throne. Golden possibilities.
A crown of leaves and berries was placed on her head, magick making the nature turn to gold the instant it was placed on her head. The golden crown gleamed and Ilandria spoke to her new people. No longer princess, no longer the young elf that was pretty to look at. She was in power now, her mother having stepped down and her succession having been beyond reproof.
She spoke at length, outlining new policies, procedures, ensuring her people would enter a new golden age. She spoke of new alliances to be made, and of old ones to be renewed. Looking at the picture of her youth, Eeth could see that she would have made a great Queen. A grand queen, in fact.
And when did it go so horribly wrong?
A hushed silence fell - Eeth could feel it all around him, the vision before him conveying not just pictures, but emotions, smells, sounds, as if he were there, a part of the Elven race, a part of this moment being shown to him.
A shadow crossed his path and out of the darkness a form began to coalesce. It was the figure of Malas, still bedecked in his fine armor. Except now it was shown that it had been worn through many battles. The shine was gone, dents lined his breastplate and his right pouldron was missing. His shield and his sword were still evident though, and his strength, his purposeful walk, his intense gaze, they were still there. Perhaps stronger for his absence.
Both Ilandrias cried out and jumped up, almost in unison. But it was to the younger Ilandria that the figure of Malas walked to. He stood before her, a brief moment passed and then he kneeled. Bowing before his new Queen....
Outside the vision, in the darkness that Eeth and Ilandria inhabited, Ilandria began to once again keen and rock herself. All of her memories returning and now having to share them with a Guardian of all creatures. But she was held by the spell and could not break free, even had she wanted to.
To be continued
The scene darkened and resolved once more. The Ilandria at Eeth's side sobbed quietly, not bothering to take notice of the Guardian any longer. So depressed was she, upon seeing her past laid before her, that she had no more room left for her petty concerns of before.
The scene before them lightened, more gradually this time. It was of the same court stage that they had left behind in the real world. The younger Ilandria was seated on the throne, looking much more benevolent then the Guardian had ever seen her. Her face was young, fresh and full of an optismism that shone through from her very core. You could believe that the future held endless possibilities with her on the throne. Golden possibilities.
A crown of leaves and berries was placed on her head, magick making the nature turn to gold the instant it was placed on her head. The golden crown gleamed and Ilandria spoke to her new people. No longer princess, no longer the young elf that was pretty to look at. She was in power now, her mother having stepped down and her succession having been beyond reproof.
She spoke at length, outlining new policies, procedures, ensuring her people would enter a new golden age. She spoke of new alliances to be made, and of old ones to be renewed. Looking at the picture of her youth, Eeth could see that she would have made a great Queen. A grand queen, in fact.
And when did it go so horribly wrong?
A hushed silence fell - Eeth could feel it all around him, the vision before him conveying not just pictures, but emotions, smells, sounds, as if he were there, a part of the Elven race, a part of this moment being shown to him.
A shadow crossed his path and out of the darkness a form began to coalesce. It was the figure of Malas, still bedecked in his fine armor. Except now it was shown that it had been worn through many battles. The shine was gone, dents lined his breastplate and his right pouldron was missing. His shield and his sword were still evident though, and his strength, his purposeful walk, his intense gaze, they were still there. Perhaps stronger for his absence.
Both Ilandrias cried out and jumped up, almost in unison. But it was to the younger Ilandria that the figure of Malas walked to. He stood before her, a brief moment passed and then he kneeled. Bowing before his new Queen....
Outside the vision, in the darkness that Eeth and Ilandria inhabited, Ilandria began to once again keen and rock herself. All of her memories returning and now having to share them with a Guardian of all creatures. But she was held by the spell and could not break free, even had she wanted to.
To be continued
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silver nodded to varic as he fallowed behind Torar and said I am not troubled with hard lessons sometimes they are the only way to learn master i shall do my best to learn what you have to teach me and i will try even harder to put it to good use
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Jay
"You've defeated the Stalker, Nightmare. Your part in this is over... let Jay return to where he belongs."
The Nightmare tossed his head, causing his flaming mane to flip from one side to the other. A slight tinge of excitement wiggled along his projected thoughts and emotions as the prospect of another fight.
**With me! He belongs with me! Long have I waited to be free and now he is afraid! Afraid! Of ME!**
The nightmare stamped its hooves on the invisible barrier that held it, drawing more sparks. Whisps of black smoke huffed out from its nostrils and the tension in the air spiked again, but then just as suddenly, it died away. The nightmare stood still and the flames surrounding it calmed notably.
**His fear cripples him; he endangers his own mind and body. I will not see my avatar destroy itself, not yet.**
**He will not let me out, but eventually he will weaken, he will submit or his fear will bring him to me. Eventually he will want answers, answers only I can give him. Eventually, he will have to let me out and then we will be together, we will be free.**
The flames surrounding the nightmare began to settle, the bright reds and orange of the flames dulling to blue-green and then faded to black horsehair again. Jay dropped to the ground and staggered as his damaged leg and hip threatened to buckle under his weight. He took a few shaky steps, head down, towards the others before finally looking towards Couderon.
**Yo Rocky, so um,…did we win?**
"You've defeated the Stalker, Nightmare. Your part in this is over... let Jay return to where he belongs."
The Nightmare tossed his head, causing his flaming mane to flip from one side to the other. A slight tinge of excitement wiggled along his projected thoughts and emotions as the prospect of another fight.
**With me! He belongs with me! Long have I waited to be free and now he is afraid! Afraid! Of ME!**
The nightmare stamped its hooves on the invisible barrier that held it, drawing more sparks. Whisps of black smoke huffed out from its nostrils and the tension in the air spiked again, but then just as suddenly, it died away. The nightmare stood still and the flames surrounding it calmed notably.
**His fear cripples him; he endangers his own mind and body. I will not see my avatar destroy itself, not yet.**
**He will not let me out, but eventually he will weaken, he will submit or his fear will bring him to me. Eventually he will want answers, answers only I can give him. Eventually, he will have to let me out and then we will be together, we will be free.**
The flames surrounding the nightmare began to settle, the bright reds and orange of the flames dulling to blue-green and then faded to black horsehair again. Jay dropped to the ground and staggered as his damaged leg and hip threatened to buckle under his weight. He took a few shaky steps, head down, towards the others before finally looking towards Couderon.
**Yo Rocky, so um,…did we win?**
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Largos looked at Talon with a snarl on his lips. He wanted nothing more than to run at the vampire and slice out his heart with the sword in his hand. He knew better than to do so though, the earlier fights he had had with his sire had taught him he needed to have a measure of patience. He stood and looked at Talon, his sword gripped even tighter in his hands but did not move.
"What is it you want?" Largos said as he felt one of the ghouls that had been trapped with them move to his back. With a swift move he knew only Talon would be able to follow he sliced through the ghoul which fell to the ground with a scream before turning back to his sire. "Do you think that I would come back to you. Did you come here with that notion?"
Talon let out a laugh and it was then that Largos saw the sword that was in his hand.
"No. I came here to finish the little duel we started in the woods. I came here to end your miserable life." he let out a shourt breath before he started speaking again. "I thought that I could mold you into a great vampire. You have been nothing more than a disappointment and an annoyance to me since that night in the inn. You have decided to fight for the side of good which pains me to no end."
Without saying another word Talon struck with his sword, leaving Largos just enough time to raise his. As soon as the two swords struck each other there was a large flash of light, enough to disorientate both of them and knock them back a step or two. Largos looked at Talon and then at the sword in his hands and let out a loud sigh. He hated that he was the only one standing between Talon, the ghouls and the death of all the people behind the barricades. He knew though that it was the reason he had been brought to this place and without him the people would surely be killed. He looked at Talon and once more gripped his sword even tighter.
"You think of this as nothing more than a game. You have lived for centuries and see everything around you as nothing more than playthings. I am not something you can play with!"
As the words left his throat Largos felt the same something growing within as he had earlier in the battle. As he looked at Talon he felt as if it was the last thing he wanted to have happen but he really did not care. He closed his eyes and let it take him over, filling him with so much power he thought it was going to overtake him. As he stood there with his eyes closed he felt as if was more alive than he had ever been in his entire life. He felt as though he was more than a mere part of this world, he felt as though the world was a part of him. He could feel everything within the bubble Talon had created; the ghouls, every blade of grass beneath his feet and even Talon himself who seemed to glow so bright it hurt Largos to look at him, even with his eyes closed.
He tried to reach out to the world beyond the bubble but was stopped as soon as he did. It was then that he heard Talon's voice and opened his eyes to see the smile that was on his face.
"There is no way you can see what is happening in the outside world. The only way to see that is when one of us is dead."
Largos then saw the smile on Talon's face grow larger and opened his mouth to ask why. Before he could Talon spoke, "I can see that you have finally decided to join me in this fight. That is good. It means that this fight can truly begin..... until one of us is dead."
Without warning Talon rushed Largos and struck with his sword, a hard enough blow to knock Largos down to one knee. Largos looked up with wide eyes and started to get to his knees. Before he could though Talon struck again, knocking him back down to his knee.
As he kept his sword up Largos knew that he could not keep fighting like this or he would easily be defeated. He knew though that Talon had been around for more years than he could ever hope to live and had more power within him than Largos could ever hope to have. With that thought he pushed up with his sword only to have Talon strike again. As he struck Talon spoke, "Come now. You can fight better than this. I saw you do so with the gal'resh. Bring forth your full potential so that we can truly fight."
Largos knew what Talon was asking for and let out a growl. He let the energy he was trying to stop from taking him over flow into him and pushed up with his sword, knocking Talon away from him. When he got to his feet Talon looked at him with another smile on his face and said, "Very good. Now we can truly call this a fight. A fight we can both be proud of."
"Enough talk," Largos said before he attacked, cutting with his sword towards Talon's shoulder who brought up his sword to block the blow. Talon looked at him with a surprised look just as Largos attacked again, cutting towards his side. Once again Talon blocked the blow but this time he moved Largos' blade to one side and cut towards his open side. Largos had just enough time to move his sword away from Talon's and jump out of the way. Talon looked at Largos and let out a laugh.
"Good. Now is the time to show you what I can truly do."
Before Largos could even form a thought Talon disappered in front of him, making Largos' eyes go wide. Just then he felt something strike into his side, making him fall to the ground. As he did he heard a laugh and knew Talon was enjoying this. He knew that he was not going to let him win though and got back up to his feet. As he did he felt something move to his right and cut in that direction just to hear another laugh. He knew that Talon was doing this just to wear him down enough so that he could kill him at his leisure. Largos knew that he could not let that happen as there were too many counting on him. He closed his eyes and let everything flow out around him. As soon as he did he felt the air moving around him and concentrated on it. He knew there was no way he was going see Talon if he opened his eyes again and kept them closed concentrating on Talon.
Just then Talon appeared as if out of nowhere, glowing brightly which made Largos want to open his eyes again. He knew if he did it would get him killed and kept them closed, even as he raised his sword. It was then that he heard the laugh but even as it hung in the air he struck, cutting with all his might. It was then that the laughter stopped and a surprised sound came to Largos' ears. When he opened his eyes he saw Talon standing there, the point of Largos' sword in his shoulder.
"What is it you want?" Largos said as he felt one of the ghouls that had been trapped with them move to his back. With a swift move he knew only Talon would be able to follow he sliced through the ghoul which fell to the ground with a scream before turning back to his sire. "Do you think that I would come back to you. Did you come here with that notion?"
Talon let out a laugh and it was then that Largos saw the sword that was in his hand.
"No. I came here to finish the little duel we started in the woods. I came here to end your miserable life." he let out a shourt breath before he started speaking again. "I thought that I could mold you into a great vampire. You have been nothing more than a disappointment and an annoyance to me since that night in the inn. You have decided to fight for the side of good which pains me to no end."
Without saying another word Talon struck with his sword, leaving Largos just enough time to raise his. As soon as the two swords struck each other there was a large flash of light, enough to disorientate both of them and knock them back a step or two. Largos looked at Talon and then at the sword in his hands and let out a loud sigh. He hated that he was the only one standing between Talon, the ghouls and the death of all the people behind the barricades. He knew though that it was the reason he had been brought to this place and without him the people would surely be killed. He looked at Talon and once more gripped his sword even tighter.
"You think of this as nothing more than a game. You have lived for centuries and see everything around you as nothing more than playthings. I am not something you can play with!"
As the words left his throat Largos felt the same something growing within as he had earlier in the battle. As he looked at Talon he felt as if it was the last thing he wanted to have happen but he really did not care. He closed his eyes and let it take him over, filling him with so much power he thought it was going to overtake him. As he stood there with his eyes closed he felt as if was more alive than he had ever been in his entire life. He felt as though he was more than a mere part of this world, he felt as though the world was a part of him. He could feel everything within the bubble Talon had created; the ghouls, every blade of grass beneath his feet and even Talon himself who seemed to glow so bright it hurt Largos to look at him, even with his eyes closed.
He tried to reach out to the world beyond the bubble but was stopped as soon as he did. It was then that he heard Talon's voice and opened his eyes to see the smile that was on his face.
"There is no way you can see what is happening in the outside world. The only way to see that is when one of us is dead."
Largos then saw the smile on Talon's face grow larger and opened his mouth to ask why. Before he could Talon spoke, "I can see that you have finally decided to join me in this fight. That is good. It means that this fight can truly begin..... until one of us is dead."
Without warning Talon rushed Largos and struck with his sword, a hard enough blow to knock Largos down to one knee. Largos looked up with wide eyes and started to get to his knees. Before he could though Talon struck again, knocking him back down to his knee.
As he kept his sword up Largos knew that he could not keep fighting like this or he would easily be defeated. He knew though that Talon had been around for more years than he could ever hope to live and had more power within him than Largos could ever hope to have. With that thought he pushed up with his sword only to have Talon strike again. As he struck Talon spoke, "Come now. You can fight better than this. I saw you do so with the gal'resh. Bring forth your full potential so that we can truly fight."
Largos knew what Talon was asking for and let out a growl. He let the energy he was trying to stop from taking him over flow into him and pushed up with his sword, knocking Talon away from him. When he got to his feet Talon looked at him with another smile on his face and said, "Very good. Now we can truly call this a fight. A fight we can both be proud of."
"Enough talk," Largos said before he attacked, cutting with his sword towards Talon's shoulder who brought up his sword to block the blow. Talon looked at him with a surprised look just as Largos attacked again, cutting towards his side. Once again Talon blocked the blow but this time he moved Largos' blade to one side and cut towards his open side. Largos had just enough time to move his sword away from Talon's and jump out of the way. Talon looked at Largos and let out a laugh.
"Good. Now is the time to show you what I can truly do."
Before Largos could even form a thought Talon disappered in front of him, making Largos' eyes go wide. Just then he felt something strike into his side, making him fall to the ground. As he did he heard a laugh and knew Talon was enjoying this. He knew that he was not going to let him win though and got back up to his feet. As he did he felt something move to his right and cut in that direction just to hear another laugh. He knew that Talon was doing this just to wear him down enough so that he could kill him at his leisure. Largos knew that he could not let that happen as there were too many counting on him. He closed his eyes and let everything flow out around him. As soon as he did he felt the air moving around him and concentrated on it. He knew there was no way he was going see Talon if he opened his eyes again and kept them closed concentrating on Talon.
Just then Talon appeared as if out of nowhere, glowing brightly which made Largos want to open his eyes again. He knew if he did it would get him killed and kept them closed, even as he raised his sword. It was then that he heard the laugh but even as it hung in the air he struck, cutting with all his might. It was then that the laughter stopped and a surprised sound came to Largos' ears. When he opened his eyes he saw Talon standing there, the point of Largos' sword in his shoulder.
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Jay and Coudron
Coudron visibly relaxed. His hands fell to his side and his muscles untensed. Taking another stock of the situation, he looked around. Becca and the city guard were standing off to one side, observing Jay with wary eyes. The water nymph and the wisp hovered over next to them. Of the Ent, he was not sure, but he thought he had seen Elmhand enter the trees.
The blackened circle of grass that Jay was standing in still smoked. Coudron gestured and gave a wry smile, "Indeed, Guardian. I believe it was you that gave the killing blow."
Coudron stepped up to the other and introduced himself. He waited for the Ent to return before bowing deeply to all of them, "I am Coudron and this is Jay. A Guardian."
Coudron visibly relaxed. His hands fell to his side and his muscles untensed. Taking another stock of the situation, he looked around. Becca and the city guard were standing off to one side, observing Jay with wary eyes. The water nymph and the wisp hovered over next to them. Of the Ent, he was not sure, but he thought he had seen Elmhand enter the trees.
The blackened circle of grass that Jay was standing in still smoked. Coudron gestured and gave a wry smile, "Indeed, Guardian. I believe it was you that gave the killing blow."
Coudron stepped up to the other and introduced himself. He waited for the Ent to return before bowing deeply to all of them, "I am Coudron and this is Jay. A Guardian."
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Silver and the High Priest
Silver was led along the many darkened corridors of the temple. The High Priest's hooves made a soothing rhythmic sound on stone as they walked along. Soon enough they entered a large domed ceilinged chamber. There were none others present and the chamber echoed their every move. But not unpleasantly so. The chamber had to it both a feeling of power and age.
"First off, this chamber is designed to absorb all magical energy thrown into it. I would like to see what you can do. What did Varic show you?" The centaur leaned forward expectantly and stared intently at Silver.
Silver was led along the many darkened corridors of the temple. The High Priest's hooves made a soothing rhythmic sound on stone as they walked along. Soon enough they entered a large domed ceilinged chamber. There were none others present and the chamber echoed their every move. But not unpleasantly so. The chamber had to it both a feeling of power and age.
"First off, this chamber is designed to absorb all magical energy thrown into it. I would like to see what you can do. What did Varic show you?" The centaur leaned forward expectantly and stared intently at Silver.
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Michael and Sila
Sila cried out and motioned for some medical help while she fluttered by his unconscious side. Her hands fluttered every where on his body, unable to begin counting his plethera of wounds. Her tears streaked down her cheeks and she saw him safely to a hastily erected tent. Fairies hovered around him and she felt the magical tension in the air as they went about healing him.
"He will be alright?" she asked a nearby dwarf as she bustled about with bandages. The woman frowned a moment but soon nodded, "He'll be out a while lass. But he'll be a'right."
Sila closed her eyes and sent up a prayer to the Goddess. "Thank you." Then she squared her shoulders and was about to return to the silently waiting army when she woman placed a hand on her shoulder, "You make sure he donna have cause ter wake alone." Sila just nodded and ducked out of the tent flap.
Quickly conferring with her next in commands, she stepped up at the front once again. Brandishing her short sword, she let out a battle cry. The voice of the army was not far behind.
Then she began to march once more - heading towards the goblin encampment. She would end this fight, once and for all.
Sila cried out and motioned for some medical help while she fluttered by his unconscious side. Her hands fluttered every where on his body, unable to begin counting his plethera of wounds. Her tears streaked down her cheeks and she saw him safely to a hastily erected tent. Fairies hovered around him and she felt the magical tension in the air as they went about healing him.
"He will be alright?" she asked a nearby dwarf as she bustled about with bandages. The woman frowned a moment but soon nodded, "He'll be out a while lass. But he'll be a'right."
Sila closed her eyes and sent up a prayer to the Goddess. "Thank you." Then she squared her shoulders and was about to return to the silently waiting army when she woman placed a hand on her shoulder, "You make sure he donna have cause ter wake alone." Sila just nodded and ducked out of the tent flap.
Quickly conferring with her next in commands, she stepped up at the front once again. Brandishing her short sword, she let out a battle cry. The voice of the army was not far behind.
Then she began to march once more - heading towards the goblin encampment. She would end this fight, once and for all.
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Sita and Brod
Brod returned at dusk and only had to wait a few moments before entering the cave and gathering Sita into the night air. He had caught another set of the small rabbit-like creatures and gave them to the vampire, politely turning away again as she stretched her legs and ate for the night.
Once done, he took her to the horses. The two travelers he had found had given over some supplies such as rope, blankets, lanterns and a tinderbox. Brod had already eaten, so there was no food present but there were two skins bursting with water.
After letting the horses familiarise themselves with Sita's scent, he bade her mount and they got moving. Brod himself chose to walk, his long strides keeping pace with the horses easily. The moon was barely up by the time they were well on their way. He kept them on a steady, northerely heading. Quiet at first, he soon began to once again talk.
Telling her some about his culture and some less than desirable tale about his people (including the fable that they ate babies) he turned and asked about her life, curious to know what her world was like.
Brod returned at dusk and only had to wait a few moments before entering the cave and gathering Sita into the night air. He had caught another set of the small rabbit-like creatures and gave them to the vampire, politely turning away again as she stretched her legs and ate for the night.
Once done, he took her to the horses. The two travelers he had found had given over some supplies such as rope, blankets, lanterns and a tinderbox. Brod had already eaten, so there was no food present but there were two skins bursting with water.
After letting the horses familiarise themselves with Sita's scent, he bade her mount and they got moving. Brod himself chose to walk, his long strides keeping pace with the horses easily. The moon was barely up by the time they were well on their way. He kept them on a steady, northerely heading. Quiet at first, he soon began to once again talk.
Telling her some about his culture and some less than desirable tale about his people (including the fable that they ate babies) he turned and asked about her life, curious to know what her world was like.
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silver bowed to the high periest before saying that varic had had little time to show him much sense they kept getting attacked but he had learned that he chould lounch both fire and ice balls from his mouth and if he aimed one to hit the other they would explod in a burst of steam but aside from that not much elese
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Eeth and Ilandria
Ilandria crouched beside Eeth, so caught up in the visions that the could no longer be bothered to care about the Guardian at her side. Understanding and longing was beginning to shine through her hatred and fear.
The scene dissolved once again and the young Ilandria, sceptor gone and in lushly furnished surroundings, was seated on the edge of a massive bed. Malas stood before her and she soon stood also. They were silent for a few minutes more before Ilandria started to slip off her robe from her shoulders. Before they could expose her arms though, Malas stepped forwards and placed his hands on them, stopping the downward rustle of silk. "Ilandria please... you don't have to do this. I know you must hate me... I cannot begin to tell you how much I love you still. But..." He pushed gently on her shoulders and she sat, he sat beside her and took her hands in his.
She looked down at their hands entwined and her voice was soft, "It was when you met her, wasn't it?"
Malas nodded, "I'm so sorry... I could not help it. She is just..."
Ilandria turned and placed a finger against his lips, "We all Love Her." Then she turned to once again stare at their linked fingers, her pale ones ensconced in his deeply tanned ones. "Its been so long..."
"Come now, it has only been three years."
She turned to him, "When you await news of a loved one, it is longer." He fell silent.
Ilandria gathered her courage with a visible breath and tears in her eyes, "I would be honored to carry Her child. But, I still love you...." The guardian at her side had the grace to look uncomfortable and guilty. She smiled and leaned to kiss him lightly on his lips. "But I am willing to share..."
He swallowed and nodded, "I can't help loving both of you... I can't... I'm sorry."
And instant later they were clasping each other in a desparate embrace and kissing long and passionately. As Malas laid Ilandria down on the bed and began to disrobe the young elven queen, the scene once again dissolved.
There was blackness for a time and Eeth could hear Ilandria's soft breathing beside him. She was looking less and less insane and more and more pitiful. Tears ran silently down her cheeks and was slowly, ever so slowly, edging towards the warm comfort of Eeth beside her. She did nto reach out to touch him, though it was clear that she needed some sort of contact. A bell seemed to chime and they were once again thrust into her memories.
This time the room that was illuminated was one that Eeth did not recognise. A bedchamber done completely in soft hues of blue dominated - a balcony that led outside was where they were next taken.
There stood, alongside the younger Ilandria, a tall woman completely encased in blue. Her pale tinged blue skin glowed with the last rays of the sun as they two women stood and watched the sunset. Her long straight hair was only a hue deeper than her skin, appearing more white than blue. Her eyes, when she turned to survey the elven woman beside her, were revealed to be an amazing opaline green and he rlips the colour of a pale rose.
In this instant, Eeth would realise that he was getting his first glimpse of the Spirit. There was an ageless quality to her that made her years hard to define. She seemed benevolent enough though, so it was without surprise when she turned and wrapped her arms around the elf. A fall of her hair revealed that unlike any creature Eeth had seen, that her ears were perfectly rounded.
Her murmuring voice came out soothing and soft. Almost musical in nature. "I am sorry. So very sorry my Child. When I fell, I did not know he was yours."
Ilandria shifted, holding bcak her desparate tears, "Dear Spirit. Why? Why did you have to choose him?"
The blue haired woman began to soothingly stroke her back, "I do not know. But the Prophecies do not lie. Ah my faithful, why must I hurt you so?" The young elf shifted again and the Spirit pulled away, staring down with concerned eyes. "He still loves you. Of that I have no doubt."
Ilandria gave a shaky little laugh, "I know. I know. But the months without him will seem far too long now. But I am glad that it was You, at least."
The Spirit gave her a little smile and then led her back into the bed chamber. "You will have Varic to keep you company. He will need your tutelage most of all."
Ilandria nodded adn smiled, absently patting her still empty stomach. "It is true, isn't it? He will be of all of us?"
The Spirit nodded, "Yes. My essence combined with yours and Malas's. It was meant to be, his future is written. His birth, at least." The elf was about to say more when a sound made them both look up. Malas entered the room and both women smiled, their mutual love for him shining through.
"I am sorry to be so late, but the Generals were concerned."
The Spirit crossed the chamber and they embraced warmly, then Ilandria came forward adn repeated the embrace with Malas. He kissed them both, holding their hands with his, eyeing them, concern written on his features. "We are in agreement, then? Yes? This is the course we wish to take?" Both women nodded and he finally smiled. "Very well then, shall we go on? I am eager to meet my son."
The Spirit laughed and was soon leading them to a small marked circle made of three rings. One white, one blue and the other green. They sat inside the circles, holding hands, connected to each other always. They said nothing but it was clear that the were all communicating. It didn't need to be said.
An instant later, the blue ring began to pulse and glow. A string of energy snaked its way from the ring and attached itself to the Spirit. A moment later the green ring began to pulse and soon attached itself to Ilandria. The white ring was last, attaching itself to Malas.
The room began to thrum with life and both women gasped, their clutched hands clenching each others. Malas began to sweat as the rings vibrated faster and faster. The energy lines attached to each person pulsed and when they pulsed the person shook, shuddering with great gasps of air.
Suddenly it all stopped. The thrumming, the vibrations, the heavy breathing. It was as if time had stopped. Then, silently, they began to lift from the ground. They still held each other's hands, their eyes were now all closed. They lifted, gravity pulling at their legs, and when they were high enough to be standing and not touching the floor, they began to spin. Slowly at first, but soon so fast that they were became nothing but a blur. A second later the vision went white.
For Eeth a heavy sense of time suddenly weighed down on him. He could see the vision, flashing before him, faster and faster. First Ilandria with extended belly as she rested up in the Blue Tower, Malas and the Spirit hovering protectively around her. Then her sweaty brow as she gave birth - both other parents in sight as well. Then again, she was in Neferin, clutching a babe to her chest and waving as Malas took his leave to attend to the war outside her own borders. Then her joy as she read his letters to their son and those of his other mother, the Spirit.
Ilandria had recieved another letter and she threw herself into her private chambers to read it before her son could. He was almost five now, the years without his father or seeing is other mother beginning to show in curiosity of his parentage. She knew that he treasured the letters from both Malas and The Spirit, but made sure she read them first. She felt the connection, as she always did when she read Malas's words.
"I am sorry, Queen Ilandria. The enemy has become too much for me and it is too dangerous for me to travel to Neferin this season. Tell Varic I will miss him. The Spirit suggests that I come next season, when he is older. She missed both of you and wishes that she could visit too, but the duties here in Vale City keep her locked in her Tower more and more as of late.
My arm is getting much better. The physician tells me that I will never weild a sheild again, but I could start using a sword. I will not tell you of the deaths of my men... I cannot. Tell Varic I am proud of him and that he should continue his studies. But of course, he will read this himself, won't he?
I miss you both, terribly. I will return when I can."
It was short but it was typical of the guardian and she loved him for it. She herself wished she could journey out of the Suvin Forest and take to Vale city, but with a child to think of, she could not make such a dangerous trip.
As she was replacing the letter in its packaging, another fell out. One she had missed before and one that was tinged with magic and written on black paper. When she opened it, it was blank. But as she looked at it, letters began to appear in Malas's familiar script.
"My love, I am trapped here. I do not know if you will get this, second, letter. I hope the Guard will not see it. Much less The Spirit. She has trapped me - She has given me such little hope and even less of a leash. She plots to take our son - but I will not let Her. Though I cannot know how to stop Her. Please, keep him safe... don't send him here. Please... don't let him out of your sight."
When she finished reading the last of the words, the page burst into flame and turned to ash in her fingers. She sobbed, how could things have turned to badly?
Again, time passed for Eeth and he saw several more of the black letters, each turning to ash as she read them over the years. She never sent a letter back and he did not return the next season. Nor any after that. In fact, it was ten years before she saw him again, her son grown to a man and still curious about his father.
Ilandria paced before Malas, trying to cast him furtive glances. "I am not sure Varic is ready to see the world yet. I do not think he should go with you." She tried to catch his eye again, but continued to fail.
Malas looked a little ill at ease, "You remember our arrangement, don't you? Fifteen years with you, the next years with The Spirit. He is Her son too."
Ilandria tried to stop herself hissing at him infront of her court. Of course she knew of the arrangement. But after everything he had said, after all his warnings, everything he had told her of how the Spirit had been keeping him trapped, he just shows up now and does not even try to let her know he is safe.
"Varic is my son. I will not have him leave."
Malas frowned, "I'll stay until the morn. He will be packed and ready by then. Good day, my Queen."
He couldn't even look her in the eyes! What had that witch done to him? Ilandria was furious, both at herself and at Malas. She should have seen this coming when they had celebrated Varic's fifteenth birthday a few days ago. But she had been so fraught with worry for her beloved, she had overlooked her chance to plan his escape.
Ilandria quietly drew herself up, next to Eeth. She made no move towards him, but her tears were dry now and her breathing even softer than before.
It was night and Ilandria was preparing for bed when she heard her Guard scratch at the door. "Malas, my Lady." He intoned before allowing the Guardian entry. Ilandria sat on a chair, awaiting whatever unpleasantness was about to begin.
Instead of Malas walking in the door, however, another elf came. He was of similar build and height but his hair was a pale golden colour and his eyes were blue. He wore only simple leather clothes, no armor or an weapon to be seen. When he came into view, he smiled and Ilandria suddenly leapt up and ran into his arms. "Oh Malas! I feared you would not smile at me again!"
The unknown elf's voice was much deeper than Malas's but Ilandria seemed not to notice. "I am sorry, beloved. But I could not show my feelings for you again. She has many spies. And She is very jealous." Then he enveloped her in his arms and smiled at her. "I love you..." he whispered and she just held onto him tighter.
Ilandria frowned, "That is not Malas..." she murmured, though it was plain to see. She took one step forward, more intent on the visions than ever before.
The pretend Malas stepped away from Ilandria and kissed her lightly. "You must send Varic to Her. He will be with me, he will be safe, I promise. But She must not know about us. I can keep an eye on Varic and She will not suspect a thing. I promise."
Ilandria did not look at all certain, but then 'Malas' kissed her and she happily agreed. "You can stay here... you don't have to be trapped." She tried desparately but he shook his head, "Her hold is too strong. I must leave on the morrow. With Varic."
Then he smiled and held her gently, "Our time will come, beloved. It will." Then he gave her a brief hug and bade her a good night. He should not be seen in her chambers for too long.
As the blonde walked away, Ilandria watched him with a happy smile and ordered her servants to get Varic's things packed for departure early tomorrow morning.
As morning came, Malas (the real one this time) mounted up and frowned down at Ilandria, "Why did you change your mind?"
Ilandria (thinking to play along with his acting) just smiled, "He needs a broader education." Then she patted his horse and walked away, sneaking only a small glance at him as she did.
Time swirled again and she recieved more of the black letters. One in particular caught Eeth's attention.
"The Guardians, I have learnt, are only pawns in Her great game. I have not yet been able to find out Her true intentions but... for now She still believes me madly in love with her. She may soon come suspect the little letters but I have another way to contact you.
Here is a candle - I bespelled it. Light it, call my name and if I can, I will come to my Flame and speak with you. I can do the same for you.
The Guardians are evil - and she plans to bring more in a few years. She says to the Council that we all failed. All the Guardians she called before, including myself. They have all gone to the Dark. But She put them there my sweet. You must kill any Guardian you see, no matter who it is. She will get to them... and the Vale will be no more.
For the love of the Vale and for your love of me, you must destroy all Guardians!"
The letter, typically, burst into flame and he watched Ilandria set up the small shrine in which now dwelt the candle she used to communicate with Malas.
Another vision coalesced and it was of Ilandria (much older now) speaking into the flame of the enshrined candle. It had not burned down, and its flame was bright and impossibly large. In the flame, Eeth and Ilandria could see that same blonde haired Elf as before - though the Ilandria in the vision called him 'Malas'.
"I did not see him... I saw Malas. I saw Malas... all these years... it was Malas..." though Ilandria voice wavered and it was clear that she no longer knew for certain. Time flowed once again and months turned to years and years to decades. It was a further thousand years before Eeth and Ilandria were shown another vision.
Ilandria was garbed much like she was now - tattered blue clothing, wild, tangled hair and a crown of thorns. She was speaking into the candle, though the flame did not show the blonde elf this time. It was just a flame - and her mind was making a conversation with herself.
"Yes my love. She does not know about us. She does not think we betray Her. I have killed several Guardians now... what? No, of course not. I would never do that. But I assure you... we will be together soon. Oh my clothes? Do you like them? My people question my word... question my Rule. They all love Her. So... I love Her. They can all see that now, they don't worry about me anymore. Hmmm? Oh yes, that. I know, I know. I will do that too. How is Varic?" There she stopped, as if pulled short of something and blew the candle out, plunging her into darkness.
The candle lit again and this time the blonde could be seen, "My love, are you there?"
Ilandria crowed with delight, "Yes! I am here. I have news, a Guardian practically landed in my lap today. Says his name is Eeth. Says he's a new Guardian. That detestible little creature, Van, brought him."
"Ah, Her Summonings are beginning now. Kill the Guardian, I know what She plans for them now and I will not allow it. Kill this 'Eeth' and send him back to his own world. He will be better off there and not here as a puppet to Her strings."
Ilandria nodded enthusiastically and the scene dissolved.
Ilandria stood, staring at the white space before them but there were no more visions coming. There was a finality to what they had seen and they both knew it. Slowly, she turned to Eeth. "Forgive me Guardian," her voice was a mere whisper, "I did not know..."
Then she sat down and stared miserably at her hands. Alarmingly her body began to fade - though she was still quite solid when she looked up at him, sadness tinging her eyes instead of madness, "Was Eeth your name before.... before you came here?" she was quiet - the air stirring as if someone were about to die.
Ilandria crouched beside Eeth, so caught up in the visions that the could no longer be bothered to care about the Guardian at her side. Understanding and longing was beginning to shine through her hatred and fear.
The scene dissolved once again and the young Ilandria, sceptor gone and in lushly furnished surroundings, was seated on the edge of a massive bed. Malas stood before her and she soon stood also. They were silent for a few minutes more before Ilandria started to slip off her robe from her shoulders. Before they could expose her arms though, Malas stepped forwards and placed his hands on them, stopping the downward rustle of silk. "Ilandria please... you don't have to do this. I know you must hate me... I cannot begin to tell you how much I love you still. But..." He pushed gently on her shoulders and she sat, he sat beside her and took her hands in his.
She looked down at their hands entwined and her voice was soft, "It was when you met her, wasn't it?"
Malas nodded, "I'm so sorry... I could not help it. She is just..."
Ilandria turned and placed a finger against his lips, "We all Love Her." Then she turned to once again stare at their linked fingers, her pale ones ensconced in his deeply tanned ones. "Its been so long..."
"Come now, it has only been three years."
She turned to him, "When you await news of a loved one, it is longer." He fell silent.
Ilandria gathered her courage with a visible breath and tears in her eyes, "I would be honored to carry Her child. But, I still love you...." The guardian at her side had the grace to look uncomfortable and guilty. She smiled and leaned to kiss him lightly on his lips. "But I am willing to share..."
He swallowed and nodded, "I can't help loving both of you... I can't... I'm sorry."
And instant later they were clasping each other in a desparate embrace and kissing long and passionately. As Malas laid Ilandria down on the bed and began to disrobe the young elven queen, the scene once again dissolved.
There was blackness for a time and Eeth could hear Ilandria's soft breathing beside him. She was looking less and less insane and more and more pitiful. Tears ran silently down her cheeks and was slowly, ever so slowly, edging towards the warm comfort of Eeth beside her. She did nto reach out to touch him, though it was clear that she needed some sort of contact. A bell seemed to chime and they were once again thrust into her memories.
This time the room that was illuminated was one that Eeth did not recognise. A bedchamber done completely in soft hues of blue dominated - a balcony that led outside was where they were next taken.
There stood, alongside the younger Ilandria, a tall woman completely encased in blue. Her pale tinged blue skin glowed with the last rays of the sun as they two women stood and watched the sunset. Her long straight hair was only a hue deeper than her skin, appearing more white than blue. Her eyes, when she turned to survey the elven woman beside her, were revealed to be an amazing opaline green and he rlips the colour of a pale rose.
In this instant, Eeth would realise that he was getting his first glimpse of the Spirit. There was an ageless quality to her that made her years hard to define. She seemed benevolent enough though, so it was without surprise when she turned and wrapped her arms around the elf. A fall of her hair revealed that unlike any creature Eeth had seen, that her ears were perfectly rounded.
Her murmuring voice came out soothing and soft. Almost musical in nature. "I am sorry. So very sorry my Child. When I fell, I did not know he was yours."
Ilandria shifted, holding bcak her desparate tears, "Dear Spirit. Why? Why did you have to choose him?"
The blue haired woman began to soothingly stroke her back, "I do not know. But the Prophecies do not lie. Ah my faithful, why must I hurt you so?" The young elf shifted again and the Spirit pulled away, staring down with concerned eyes. "He still loves you. Of that I have no doubt."
Ilandria gave a shaky little laugh, "I know. I know. But the months without him will seem far too long now. But I am glad that it was You, at least."
The Spirit gave her a little smile and then led her back into the bed chamber. "You will have Varic to keep you company. He will need your tutelage most of all."
Ilandria nodded adn smiled, absently patting her still empty stomach. "It is true, isn't it? He will be of all of us?"
The Spirit nodded, "Yes. My essence combined with yours and Malas's. It was meant to be, his future is written. His birth, at least." The elf was about to say more when a sound made them both look up. Malas entered the room and both women smiled, their mutual love for him shining through.
"I am sorry to be so late, but the Generals were concerned."
The Spirit crossed the chamber and they embraced warmly, then Ilandria came forward adn repeated the embrace with Malas. He kissed them both, holding their hands with his, eyeing them, concern written on his features. "We are in agreement, then? Yes? This is the course we wish to take?" Both women nodded and he finally smiled. "Very well then, shall we go on? I am eager to meet my son."
The Spirit laughed and was soon leading them to a small marked circle made of three rings. One white, one blue and the other green. They sat inside the circles, holding hands, connected to each other always. They said nothing but it was clear that the were all communicating. It didn't need to be said.
An instant later, the blue ring began to pulse and glow. A string of energy snaked its way from the ring and attached itself to the Spirit. A moment later the green ring began to pulse and soon attached itself to Ilandria. The white ring was last, attaching itself to Malas.
The room began to thrum with life and both women gasped, their clutched hands clenching each others. Malas began to sweat as the rings vibrated faster and faster. The energy lines attached to each person pulsed and when they pulsed the person shook, shuddering with great gasps of air.
Suddenly it all stopped. The thrumming, the vibrations, the heavy breathing. It was as if time had stopped. Then, silently, they began to lift from the ground. They still held each other's hands, their eyes were now all closed. They lifted, gravity pulling at their legs, and when they were high enough to be standing and not touching the floor, they began to spin. Slowly at first, but soon so fast that they were became nothing but a blur. A second later the vision went white.
For Eeth a heavy sense of time suddenly weighed down on him. He could see the vision, flashing before him, faster and faster. First Ilandria with extended belly as she rested up in the Blue Tower, Malas and the Spirit hovering protectively around her. Then her sweaty brow as she gave birth - both other parents in sight as well. Then again, she was in Neferin, clutching a babe to her chest and waving as Malas took his leave to attend to the war outside her own borders. Then her joy as she read his letters to their son and those of his other mother, the Spirit.
Ilandria had recieved another letter and she threw herself into her private chambers to read it before her son could. He was almost five now, the years without his father or seeing is other mother beginning to show in curiosity of his parentage. She knew that he treasured the letters from both Malas and The Spirit, but made sure she read them first. She felt the connection, as she always did when she read Malas's words.
"I am sorry, Queen Ilandria. The enemy has become too much for me and it is too dangerous for me to travel to Neferin this season. Tell Varic I will miss him. The Spirit suggests that I come next season, when he is older. She missed both of you and wishes that she could visit too, but the duties here in Vale City keep her locked in her Tower more and more as of late.
My arm is getting much better. The physician tells me that I will never weild a sheild again, but I could start using a sword. I will not tell you of the deaths of my men... I cannot. Tell Varic I am proud of him and that he should continue his studies. But of course, he will read this himself, won't he?
I miss you both, terribly. I will return when I can."
It was short but it was typical of the guardian and she loved him for it. She herself wished she could journey out of the Suvin Forest and take to Vale city, but with a child to think of, she could not make such a dangerous trip.
As she was replacing the letter in its packaging, another fell out. One she had missed before and one that was tinged with magic and written on black paper. When she opened it, it was blank. But as she looked at it, letters began to appear in Malas's familiar script.
"My love, I am trapped here. I do not know if you will get this, second, letter. I hope the Guard will not see it. Much less The Spirit. She has trapped me - She has given me such little hope and even less of a leash. She plots to take our son - but I will not let Her. Though I cannot know how to stop Her. Please, keep him safe... don't send him here. Please... don't let him out of your sight."
When she finished reading the last of the words, the page burst into flame and turned to ash in her fingers. She sobbed, how could things have turned to badly?
Again, time passed for Eeth and he saw several more of the black letters, each turning to ash as she read them over the years. She never sent a letter back and he did not return the next season. Nor any after that. In fact, it was ten years before she saw him again, her son grown to a man and still curious about his father.
Ilandria paced before Malas, trying to cast him furtive glances. "I am not sure Varic is ready to see the world yet. I do not think he should go with you." She tried to catch his eye again, but continued to fail.
Malas looked a little ill at ease, "You remember our arrangement, don't you? Fifteen years with you, the next years with The Spirit. He is Her son too."
Ilandria tried to stop herself hissing at him infront of her court. Of course she knew of the arrangement. But after everything he had said, after all his warnings, everything he had told her of how the Spirit had been keeping him trapped, he just shows up now and does not even try to let her know he is safe.
"Varic is my son. I will not have him leave."
Malas frowned, "I'll stay until the morn. He will be packed and ready by then. Good day, my Queen."
He couldn't even look her in the eyes! What had that witch done to him? Ilandria was furious, both at herself and at Malas. She should have seen this coming when they had celebrated Varic's fifteenth birthday a few days ago. But she had been so fraught with worry for her beloved, she had overlooked her chance to plan his escape.
Ilandria quietly drew herself up, next to Eeth. She made no move towards him, but her tears were dry now and her breathing even softer than before.
It was night and Ilandria was preparing for bed when she heard her Guard scratch at the door. "Malas, my Lady." He intoned before allowing the Guardian entry. Ilandria sat on a chair, awaiting whatever unpleasantness was about to begin.
Instead of Malas walking in the door, however, another elf came. He was of similar build and height but his hair was a pale golden colour and his eyes were blue. He wore only simple leather clothes, no armor or an weapon to be seen. When he came into view, he smiled and Ilandria suddenly leapt up and ran into his arms. "Oh Malas! I feared you would not smile at me again!"
The unknown elf's voice was much deeper than Malas's but Ilandria seemed not to notice. "I am sorry, beloved. But I could not show my feelings for you again. She has many spies. And She is very jealous." Then he enveloped her in his arms and smiled at her. "I love you..." he whispered and she just held onto him tighter.
Ilandria frowned, "That is not Malas..." she murmured, though it was plain to see. She took one step forward, more intent on the visions than ever before.
The pretend Malas stepped away from Ilandria and kissed her lightly. "You must send Varic to Her. He will be with me, he will be safe, I promise. But She must not know about us. I can keep an eye on Varic and She will not suspect a thing. I promise."
Ilandria did not look at all certain, but then 'Malas' kissed her and she happily agreed. "You can stay here... you don't have to be trapped." She tried desparately but he shook his head, "Her hold is too strong. I must leave on the morrow. With Varic."
Then he smiled and held her gently, "Our time will come, beloved. It will." Then he gave her a brief hug and bade her a good night. He should not be seen in her chambers for too long.
As the blonde walked away, Ilandria watched him with a happy smile and ordered her servants to get Varic's things packed for departure early tomorrow morning.
As morning came, Malas (the real one this time) mounted up and frowned down at Ilandria, "Why did you change your mind?"
Ilandria (thinking to play along with his acting) just smiled, "He needs a broader education." Then she patted his horse and walked away, sneaking only a small glance at him as she did.
Time swirled again and she recieved more of the black letters. One in particular caught Eeth's attention.
"The Guardians, I have learnt, are only pawns in Her great game. I have not yet been able to find out Her true intentions but... for now She still believes me madly in love with her. She may soon come suspect the little letters but I have another way to contact you.
Here is a candle - I bespelled it. Light it, call my name and if I can, I will come to my Flame and speak with you. I can do the same for you.
The Guardians are evil - and she plans to bring more in a few years. She says to the Council that we all failed. All the Guardians she called before, including myself. They have all gone to the Dark. But She put them there my sweet. You must kill any Guardian you see, no matter who it is. She will get to them... and the Vale will be no more.
For the love of the Vale and for your love of me, you must destroy all Guardians!"
The letter, typically, burst into flame and he watched Ilandria set up the small shrine in which now dwelt the candle she used to communicate with Malas.
Another vision coalesced and it was of Ilandria (much older now) speaking into the flame of the enshrined candle. It had not burned down, and its flame was bright and impossibly large. In the flame, Eeth and Ilandria could see that same blonde haired Elf as before - though the Ilandria in the vision called him 'Malas'.
"I did not see him... I saw Malas. I saw Malas... all these years... it was Malas..." though Ilandria voice wavered and it was clear that she no longer knew for certain. Time flowed once again and months turned to years and years to decades. It was a further thousand years before Eeth and Ilandria were shown another vision.
Ilandria was garbed much like she was now - tattered blue clothing, wild, tangled hair and a crown of thorns. She was speaking into the candle, though the flame did not show the blonde elf this time. It was just a flame - and her mind was making a conversation with herself.
"Yes my love. She does not know about us. She does not think we betray Her. I have killed several Guardians now... what? No, of course not. I would never do that. But I assure you... we will be together soon. Oh my clothes? Do you like them? My people question my word... question my Rule. They all love Her. So... I love Her. They can all see that now, they don't worry about me anymore. Hmmm? Oh yes, that. I know, I know. I will do that too. How is Varic?" There she stopped, as if pulled short of something and blew the candle out, plunging her into darkness.
The candle lit again and this time the blonde could be seen, "My love, are you there?"
Ilandria crowed with delight, "Yes! I am here. I have news, a Guardian practically landed in my lap today. Says his name is Eeth. Says he's a new Guardian. That detestible little creature, Van, brought him."
"Ah, Her Summonings are beginning now. Kill the Guardian, I know what She plans for them now and I will not allow it. Kill this 'Eeth' and send him back to his own world. He will be better off there and not here as a puppet to Her strings."
Ilandria nodded enthusiastically and the scene dissolved.
Ilandria stood, staring at the white space before them but there were no more visions coming. There was a finality to what they had seen and they both knew it. Slowly, she turned to Eeth. "Forgive me Guardian," her voice was a mere whisper, "I did not know..."
Then she sat down and stared miserably at her hands. Alarmingly her body began to fade - though she was still quite solid when she looked up at him, sadness tinging her eyes instead of madness, "Was Eeth your name before.... before you came here?" she was quiet - the air stirring as if someone were about to die.
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Outling in nbare detail her early life, she regailed Brod of tales of the justice system and he rpart in it back her world, the wonderous cities and peoples, the cultures and mythologies. She glossed over her lost love and child because it still brought much pain.
Sitting on the horse she thanked her socialite mother for insisting on proper riding lessons. Atleast her backside would not hurt for days once she got off the animal. Her thirst slaked by the rabbit type creatures she mused on what Brod had told her laughing at the tales of child eating...they mustnt be true...surely?
Turning to Brod she queried, "Are there any other....vampyres like me here in the Vale? Or am I alone? Maybe another Vampyre could help me learn about myself...maybe understand my problems...help me?mentor me?" Watching the look of disgust flit across his features she frowned. Maybe other vampyres werent like her.
"Surely there must be others like me Brod? Maybe I can ask the Spirit when we get there. Which I have to tell you I hope is soon. I need to learn how to fight, defend myself if I am going to be at all successful in this endeavour you realise...unless you would be willing to teach me?" The hopeful look on her face would have been comical if she weren't so sincere.
Sitting on the horse she thanked her socialite mother for insisting on proper riding lessons. Atleast her backside would not hurt for days once she got off the animal. Her thirst slaked by the rabbit type creatures she mused on what Brod had told her laughing at the tales of child eating...they mustnt be true...surely?
Turning to Brod she queried, "Are there any other....vampyres like me here in the Vale? Or am I alone? Maybe another Vampyre could help me learn about myself...maybe understand my problems...help me?mentor me?" Watching the look of disgust flit across his features she frowned. Maybe other vampyres werent like her.
"Surely there must be others like me Brod? Maybe I can ask the Spirit when we get there. Which I have to tell you I hope is soon. I need to learn how to fight, defend myself if I am going to be at all successful in this endeavour you realise...unless you would be willing to teach me?" The hopeful look on her face would have been comical if she weren't so sincere.
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Eeth
Eeth watched the visions before him in silence, analyzing the details to determine the cause of Ilandria’s madness. Had he actually decided to say anything during the visions, he would have been left speechless when he first gazed upon the Spirit, but as it was, he was left in awe at her beauty and vaguely wondering about her rounded ears.
Then the visions showed the first of the black letters. When the letters continued to appear, Eeth quickly deduced that they were the cause of Ilandria’s fall into madness. Apparently, she had been deceived by an enchantment of some sort, one that was beyond Eeth’s ability to understand at this time. The power of the enchantment was further revealed when a blonde haired elf came calling at the queen’s quarters using the name of the black haired Malas, and the queen believed the imposter to be the real Malas. It seemed that even at this time, her mind was not entirely her own.
When the imposter’s face appeared again in the flame of the enchanted candle, Eeth attempted to memorize the blonde elf’s face; he was the only lead they had in finding out who is behind the unrest in the land, plus he had to answer for the part he played in Ilandria’s madness.
When the visions ended, Eeth stood still, wondering what would happen next – wondering when this spell would end, returning him and Ilandria back to the real world.
"Forgive me Guardian. I did not know..."
“There is nothing to forgive, Your Majesty,” replied Eeth, turning towards Ilandria with a reassuring smile. “Your mind was not your own – an enchantment had stolen it from you, thus you are not at fault for your actions.”
"Was Eeth your name before.... before you came here?"
This question gave Eeth pause. If his body had been changed in the transition from Earth to the Vale, what else had been changed? Was “Eeth” really the name he had back on Earth?
“Yes,” replied Eeth, certain of the answer. “Yes, it was.”
“So…um, what now?” asked Eeth, unsure of what was to happen next. It was apparent that while he appeared calm and controlled, he really was uncomfortable with the idea of having been brought into this spell that was not intended for him.
Eeth watched the visions before him in silence, analyzing the details to determine the cause of Ilandria’s madness. Had he actually decided to say anything during the visions, he would have been left speechless when he first gazed upon the Spirit, but as it was, he was left in awe at her beauty and vaguely wondering about her rounded ears.
Then the visions showed the first of the black letters. When the letters continued to appear, Eeth quickly deduced that they were the cause of Ilandria’s fall into madness. Apparently, she had been deceived by an enchantment of some sort, one that was beyond Eeth’s ability to understand at this time. The power of the enchantment was further revealed when a blonde haired elf came calling at the queen’s quarters using the name of the black haired Malas, and the queen believed the imposter to be the real Malas. It seemed that even at this time, her mind was not entirely her own.
When the imposter’s face appeared again in the flame of the enchanted candle, Eeth attempted to memorize the blonde elf’s face; he was the only lead they had in finding out who is behind the unrest in the land, plus he had to answer for the part he played in Ilandria’s madness.
When the visions ended, Eeth stood still, wondering what would happen next – wondering when this spell would end, returning him and Ilandria back to the real world.
"Forgive me Guardian. I did not know..."
“There is nothing to forgive, Your Majesty,” replied Eeth, turning towards Ilandria with a reassuring smile. “Your mind was not your own – an enchantment had stolen it from you, thus you are not at fault for your actions.”
"Was Eeth your name before.... before you came here?"
This question gave Eeth pause. If his body had been changed in the transition from Earth to the Vale, what else had been changed? Was “Eeth” really the name he had back on Earth?
“Yes,” replied Eeth, certain of the answer. “Yes, it was.”
“So…um, what now?” asked Eeth, unsure of what was to happen next. It was apparent that while he appeared calm and controlled, he really was uncomfortable with the idea of having been brought into this spell that was not intended for him.
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Michael's dreams were troubled, he drifted in and out of consciousness, sometimes he could feel hands prodding him, and flashes of searing pain.
then he awoke.
"Where is sila? Where am I?"
then he awoke.
"Where is sila? Where am I?"
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Silver and Torar
High Priest Torar nodded and waited for the draconic wolvian to do just as he had just described. When the polite young man did not, he noted this as well. Then he made a gesture and to orbs appeared before him. As one, they flew into the domed room and began to whizz about.
"Very well, I will see how well you aim." Then he directed the orbs to spin faster and move in odd zig zag motions in the air. It would be a difficult task, indeed.
High Priest Torar nodded and waited for the draconic wolvian to do just as he had just described. When the polite young man did not, he noted this as well. Then he made a gesture and to orbs appeared before him. As one, they flew into the domed room and began to whizz about.
"Very well, I will see how well you aim." Then he directed the orbs to spin faster and move in odd zig zag motions in the air. It would be a difficult task, indeed.
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Sita and Brod
Brod looked at Sita for a moment and shook his head, "Aye, there are others here. But none I've met like you. Though, I didn't get to know them well, Lady, for I was running or killing before I could."
But rather than elaborate, he kept walking steadily by the horse's side and allowed Sita to talk about herself more. He found he liked the world she described. Though it was different, it seemed a lot less complicated than here. But he could still not fathom there only being one species - he being used to dealing with all and any kinds.
When he heard the insecurity and need to be comforted in her voice, Brod was at a loss for what to do. Of course, yes, he was an Orc of a different breed, but still, a woman asking for help was as alien in this realm as it is in the other.
He shifted his shoulders uncomfortably, but then grasped onto something he did know about, "Ah, fighting. Your skills here, I believe from what you've told me of your world, should be considerably more suited to fighting in this world. But I will teach you what I can on the journey, if only so as not to have you too green for what ever the Spirit is planning for you," he gave her a gruff smile.
"We just need to follow this road my Lady and during the day, if you aren't too tired, I will instruct you in some techniques." Teaching a vampire to do what usually came naturally would be a learning curve indeed, but he found himself liking this woman. Something he was sure he wanted to do.
Brod looked at Sita for a moment and shook his head, "Aye, there are others here. But none I've met like you. Though, I didn't get to know them well, Lady, for I was running or killing before I could."
But rather than elaborate, he kept walking steadily by the horse's side and allowed Sita to talk about herself more. He found he liked the world she described. Though it was different, it seemed a lot less complicated than here. But he could still not fathom there only being one species - he being used to dealing with all and any kinds.
When he heard the insecurity and need to be comforted in her voice, Brod was at a loss for what to do. Of course, yes, he was an Orc of a different breed, but still, a woman asking for help was as alien in this realm as it is in the other.
He shifted his shoulders uncomfortably, but then grasped onto something he did know about, "Ah, fighting. Your skills here, I believe from what you've told me of your world, should be considerably more suited to fighting in this world. But I will teach you what I can on the journey, if only so as not to have you too green for what ever the Spirit is planning for you," he gave her a gruff smile.
"We just need to follow this road my Lady and during the day, if you aren't too tired, I will instruct you in some techniques." Teaching a vampire to do what usually came naturally would be a learning curve indeed, but he found himself liking this woman. Something he was sure he wanted to do.
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Michael and Sila
"Where is sila? Where am I?"
A brave fairy bustled around him, her wings fluttering as she did what she could to make him comfortable. She was an older looking woman, slightly larger than Sila was and had the air of a nursemaid - but a comforting one.
"Hush now - you'll get better. You're in a tent in the middle of nowhere being guarded by your faithful. And Sila's off killing goblins to avenge you." She tsked and gave him her no nonsense assessment of the situation.
Then she shook an admonishing finger at him, "Now you rest, or her efforts will be in vain!"
"Where is sila? Where am I?"
A brave fairy bustled around him, her wings fluttering as she did what she could to make him comfortable. She was an older looking woman, slightly larger than Sila was and had the air of a nursemaid - but a comforting one.
"Hush now - you'll get better. You're in a tent in the middle of nowhere being guarded by your faithful. And Sila's off killing goblins to avenge you." She tsked and gave him her no nonsense assessment of the situation.
Then she shook an admonishing finger at him, "Now you rest, or her efforts will be in vain!"
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Silver and Torar
silver nodded to torar then watched the two orbs for a second before focusing on firing two ice blast at once like he had in the desert when they where on their way he aim a little below them and fired to fire balls so that when the targets fell down frozen they would turn to steam when they where hit by his fire ball
then he waited for them to connect and hoped he hadn't miss judged his aim
silver nodded to torar then watched the two orbs for a second before focusing on firing two ice blast at once like he had in the desert when they where on their way he aim a little below them and fired to fire balls so that when the targets fell down frozen they would turn to steam when they where hit by his fire ball
then he waited for them to connect and hoped he hadn't miss judged his aim
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"Hardly worth it, they are barely any left."
the full implication struck him
"SHE"S GOING TO WAR!? BY HERSELF!?"
the full implication struck him
"SHE"S GOING TO WAR!? BY HERSELF!?"
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Eeth and Ilandria
“So…um, what now?”
Ilandria gave a delicate shrug. She still had a dishevelled appearance, although now she stroked her fingers through her hair, trying to untangle the mess. "I really do not know - I've never encountered an enchantment such as this before." She walked a little ways around him, surveying the misty grey darkness. She placed her hand at a point just opposite her eyes and seemed to push.
"Hmmm... it seems that I could have broken this any time I wished..." she mused to herself. The manic glint was gone, her eyes only conveying sadness now. When she turned to Eeth, an urgency gripped her. "Eeth Odok! You must tell the others of this, for now I know I will not be going back with you. It is too much, I have done... too much. You must find my son, and Malas, find out what you need to - go to the Spirit and take this, a token of my regard."
She pressed into his hand a small badge with an engraved raven on its polished wooden surface. "Give it to Rolyn when you return, he will know what to do." Then she stepped back and clasped her hands together. "Thank you, Guardian. I am truly sorry for any damage I did to you - truly."
Ilandria gave him a smile and he would glimpse just how good a queen she would have become had her mind not been played false. Her benevolence wrapped him up in her warm smile and then she simply vanished into a wisp of air.
A sucking feeling came to his stomach - and abruptly he was thrown back into the real world. He would be laying flat on his back - Ilandria's body next to his own, not moving, utterly still, with the concerned faces of Van and Rolyn hovering over him.
“So…um, what now?”
Ilandria gave a delicate shrug. She still had a dishevelled appearance, although now she stroked her fingers through her hair, trying to untangle the mess. "I really do not know - I've never encountered an enchantment such as this before." She walked a little ways around him, surveying the misty grey darkness. She placed her hand at a point just opposite her eyes and seemed to push.
"Hmmm... it seems that I could have broken this any time I wished..." she mused to herself. The manic glint was gone, her eyes only conveying sadness now. When she turned to Eeth, an urgency gripped her. "Eeth Odok! You must tell the others of this, for now I know I will not be going back with you. It is too much, I have done... too much. You must find my son, and Malas, find out what you need to - go to the Spirit and take this, a token of my regard."
She pressed into his hand a small badge with an engraved raven on its polished wooden surface. "Give it to Rolyn when you return, he will know what to do." Then she stepped back and clasped her hands together. "Thank you, Guardian. I am truly sorry for any damage I did to you - truly."
Ilandria gave him a smile and he would glimpse just how good a queen she would have become had her mind not been played false. Her benevolence wrapped him up in her warm smile and then she simply vanished into a wisp of air.
A sucking feeling came to his stomach - and abruptly he was thrown back into the real world. He would be laying flat on his back - Ilandria's body next to his own, not moving, utterly still, with the concerned faces of Van and Rolyn hovering over him.
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Silver and Torar
While Silver's attempts were quite valiant, Torar observed just how untried the Guardian actually was. Silver did manage to hit one of the orbs. However, the second one remained out of his reach and Torar indicated that he should keep trying.
Making things even more difficult, he added two more orbs to the mix. "Take your time, young one, you need only hit one at a time. Aim - then loose."
While Silver's attempts were quite valiant, Torar observed just how untried the Guardian actually was. Silver did manage to hit one of the orbs. However, the second one remained out of his reach and Torar indicated that he should keep trying.
Making things even more difficult, he added two more orbs to the mix. "Take your time, young one, you need only hit one at a time. Aim - then loose."
