Portal to Adventure

[Ask For More]

Taran

I feel the warmth around my wound, and then suddenly it's gone. Looking down, I see it has healed perfectly. "I owe you one!" I smiled at Alia, before getting up and surveying the situation.

While I was planning my next move I suddenly hear a orc slur behind me. Turning around, I see Alia doubled up on the floor, next to a pool of vomit, with an orc standing over her. Roaring, I raised my sword and charged at the orc. Upon foresight that probably wasn't the best move, as the orc heard my cry and turned to meet me, swords clashing loudly as he brought his up to defend himself.

We broke and eyed each other up warily. If I remember correctly orcs were stronger than they were smart or fast, but this one had reacted pretty quickly to me so I guess the rules went out of the window. Making a decision, I made a quick step towards him. As he made his attack, I sidestepped and used a bench as leverage to jump and swing my blade towards his head. Raising his arm to block my attack, my sword sliced cleanly through his wrist, severing his hand. In another movement my sword was buried in his throat, and he fell to the floor heavily.

Turning I bent down next to Alia, "Are you ok?"

 

[lostinn]

Justinian

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[HotStuff101]

Michael/Kiai

Kiai, and the Assassin, charged at eachother, and their swords clashes infront of their faces. The 2 pushed hard agaisnt eachother, but Kiai's foot slipped on the fallen assassin's blood, and started to fall backwards. He managed to regain his balance, but not before the assassin slid his blade across Kiai's arm. Kiai Cried out in pain, and struck back at the assassin, ferociously, slashing at him a few times, and nearly cutting away his, Studded leather. Kiai trying to control his rage thinks to himself, "Common Michael... Dont let your mind falter.. stay clear... remember your real life training... Thats it... Use what your character knows... maybe u shoudl try that Strength techonique....", and with a loud shout, Kiai draws back, and shouts, "KIIIIII-SHIIIIIN". Kiai moves forward, at the same time as the assassin swings his blade. The blade just passes over Kiai's head, as he charegs forward, driving the edge of his Katana, into stomach of the assassin. With a another final push. Kiaidrives his sword almost clear thorugh, and draws it out on the other side of the assassin. As the Assassin falls on the rafter, he says with his last few breathes...

"I... i'm sorry bro..ther...."

Kiai, touches his wounds, and starts to mvoe away, to help his friends in the fight, when he hears the assassin, coughing, and dieing in severe pain. Kiai turns around, and looks down,a nd with one motion, stabs his sword through the assasin head, killing him instantly... Kiai whispers to himself...

"Be with your brother in peace..."

Kiai tunrs arodn, and jumps off the rafter, and rushes to help his friends...

 

[Neale]

Neale/Alia

As I lay there, trying to breathe, watching the huge half-orc advance towards me, I saw Jamie (no, Taran! ) surprise it, and cut it down. Seeing this creature cut down sent a wave of fierce joy through me, which surprised the hell out of me.

"Thanks, uh, Taran!" I gave him a weak smile. I couldn't let anyone know just how bad off I was. They needed me. "Uh, yeah, I'll be fine, now that that bastard is on his way to his smelly pig of a god, in pieces. Anybody else hurt?"

 

[Isolde]

Michelle/Valencia

Hearing Taran, I swung around in time to catch another thug's sword with my own blade and throw him backward before having to engage another one. I was breathing hard, still trying to come to terms with what I had done when Justinian's voice cut through the turmoil and his words bit deep. If I was to help my comrades I could no longer keep the amazon inside.

With a cry of rage and frustration, the part of me that was Michelle gave in to Valencia's domination. With a shout that I somehow knew to be an amazon war cry, I let the warrior in me dictate my movement though I could feel tears of self loathing pouring down my face at what I was having to do. Almost as if I watched detatched, I saw my blade move rapidly catching the blades of the assasins and, with a jerk, sending them flying and leaving the men in front of me defensless. Those that I could not disarm fell before my sword. Two men went down to join the first I had killed and then something strange happened.

As I was about to bring my sword down on another hapless thug, he froze. It was as if we were in a movie and someone had press the pause button on the VCR. All the thugs and assasins were frozen in place in the position of their last movements. I managed to turn my sword before it hit the man and looked around to see that none of my compaions were affected...simply our attackers.

I was about to ask what the hell was going on when I heard a voice...decidedly female. "ENOUGH!," It said as it came through the air and surrounded us all,"I will not have this type of activities in my city. This will cease NOW!" As the last of her words died there was a huge flash of light and every one of our attackers were gone. Not one remained that I could tell and the inn was empty except for myself and my companions.

Wiping the tears from my face, I headed over to the window to behold a fantastic sight. The inn was surrounded by robed wizards and they were all raising their arms and chanting under their breath. It was a stunning sight to behold and I could only guess that they were employed by that voice.

"Alia," I almost whispered,"Tell me you know what is going on because I sure as hell dont."

 

[Toku]

Lothius

Lothius was standing in front of the doorway, leafing through his spell book, waving his staff and mumbling words unfamiliar familiar when suddenly the thugs froze.....

"My god! Did I do that, I got to remember this...." Than a voice was heard. "Oh...great.." And men who were most definately wizards appeared, "I could have had them, but thanks anyway," he said to one of them, but the wizard only chants and gazes into nottingness.

 

[Kepic]

Jamie / Jothal

I got up, a little groggily, looking at the tear in the robes at my side where the assassins blade had stabbed into me. The celestial globes of light were hovering motionless, no more opponents for them to vent their divine fury upon.

"Thanks Neale," I mouthed to my friend, then aloudly correcting myself. "Alia."

Then, I looked up to the nearest Lantern Archon, and nodded. "Thanks," I said, then dismissed them, and they vanished.

"Right, now what?" I said, as Dak flew down, alighting invisibly on my shoulder. "Apologise to her - I assume that voice was Lady Allustriel - for a fight we didn't start? Not that I'm complaining about her finishing it and all."

I used a little magic to repair the damage done to my clothing, then folded my arms, looking out of a window at one of the wizards staring impassively towards the inn, chanting.

"I guess we've made an impression on her already," I sighed, "just hope she doesn't take our actions here the wrong way."

 

[Neale]

Neale/Alia

When I heard the outraged voice call out for the violence to cease, I knew immediately who it must be... the Lady of Silverymoon, Alustriel had come at last. Hearing her voice was very strange, since it was very familiar to me. Or, at least, the body I wore.

In a soft voice, I say to Michelle, "It's okay. The ruler of Silverymoon, the Lady Alustriel, doesn't like violence in her city. So, she stops it. She's an old friend of Alia's. Well, mine. Whatever! She's a good guy." A bit more loudly, I call out to everyone, "It's alright! The cavalry's here!"

I look around for Alyson, seeing her halfling form under a nearby table, safe and sound. A sigh of relief I hadn't noticed I was holding escapes my lips.

Stepping over the corpses with a barely repressed shudder, I head outside to where the group of mages is assembled. Not much to my surprise, I see Ghaelryss at their head. "Thank you, Ghael. I think we'll all be going to your place for dinner."

 

[HotStuff101]

Michael/Kiai

Kiai puts on his black gloves, now that the attackers are gone. He moves over the wall beside the fireplace, and leans back, with one foot against the wall. Kiai closes his eyes and looks down.


"I just hope she knows they started it... I wouldnt wanna have get into a figth twice in one day...." Says Kiai with a gentle smirk.

 

[Isolde]

Michelle/Valencia

I nodded at Alia's information and sheathed my sword with shaking hands. I could not get the vision of what I had just done out of my head. The bodies may not be around anymore but the memories were.

Suddenly a thought broke into my musing and I bolted up the stairs. I had heard a cry from upstairs during the fight but had not been able to respond to it. As I reached the landing, I stood frozen as I looked at horror on the floor. There, broken but still recognizable, was a figurine of a paladin-the features of Dur plain upon the face.

Kneeling, I carefully scooped up the pieces in my hands, the tears coming to my eyes and flowing down my face again. Shaken that one of our own could be taken like this, I slowly walked back down the stairs to Alia. Thrusting the pieces into her hands, I looked down at her with my tear streaked face and said in hushed tones,"This is no longer a game."

[Edited by Isolde on 03-16-2001 at 08:19 PM]

 

[Neale]

Neale/Alia

I'd just greeted Ghaelryss, when someone came up behind me. I turned to see Michelle's new body, and she was in tears.
Without a word, she handed me a pile of what looked like shattered, painted pewter. "This is no longer a game" was all Michelle could get out past her choked-back tears.
I looked at what she had poured in my hand, confused. Then, the pile shifted a bit, and the face of Dur looked back up at me. I sank to my knees, oblivious to Ghaelryss' words of concern. Dur? What happened to him? My god!

A low, keening wail for the dead escaped my lips. Part of me knew it to be an Elven ritual, mourning a lost friend, but the rest of me was still in shock. No, not him! He was just a baby!

I couldn't help remembering how he was, so eager to play every time. So into his character that he wouldn't even tell us his real name, just had us address him as 'Dur'.

 

[Isolde]

For Bail

OOC: Sorry about this post taking so long. I had to get some expert opinions on somethings.

IC: The doors open and in walks a man that you have never seen before but somehow you know. He is not an imposing figure yet you see the look of determination and control on his face and know that he is someone to be reckoned with.

The man is not tall, average height for a human male but you can see the ripple of muscles under his black robe. Standing before you, his gaze goes from Aruthis to Bail and back again.

"If you are done with the sqabbling I believe we have business to attend to. Aruthis, you are dismissed. Bail, you have questions I am sure." His voice is like a quill on old parchment.

Arthuis shoots you a dark look but does not argue and quickly leaves, closing the door behind him. You are left alone with Cyric's highest cleric who stares at you as if he would look through you. "Speak and I will answer your questions," He says.

 

[Angelus]

Bail knelt before the high cleric and looked up, trying to see the person's face but knowing that he wouldn't as nobody had seen the cleric's face for as long as he had been alive and lived to tell about what they had seen.

"There is only one question that I wish to ask. What am I doing here in this body and why am I here. I was in another world, in another body and then suddenly I am here talking to you and the only thought that is going through my head is that Lord Cyric wants me to do something to destroy these Realms so that he can mold them in his image and I have no idea how I can get that done as I am but a cleric in his order. You are the highest cleric and you have the power to do his work but yet it has fallen to me, why?"

 

[Isolde]

To Bail

You can almost hear the scowl in the man's voice. "That damned Correllan interferred and tipped the balance of power," He says in a controlled rage, his fists clenched towards the sky. For a minute the man stood there before he seemed to calm down and waives you to a seat.

Sitting himself, he begins again in a much calmer voice. "You think that these games that you have been playing in your realm are just for fun?," The hood that hides the man's face moves back and forth as he shakes his head. "You...all of you have been primed to come here by that idiot Beren. That person you call a proffesor in your world was a mage of high power in this one. One of Cyric's best until he decided to betray us and his god and try to seize power."

His voice was starting to raise again and he took a moment to calm himself again. "We caught him and stripped him off his powers by sending him to your realm where magic is very rare and, when you can find it, not strong. Your 'technology' waters down true magic. Prevents you from being able to tune into the energies around you."

"What we were unaware of when he was sent to your world was that Correllan used the opportunity to send one of her own into your realm with him. Only the one she sent did not have her memory intact as did the professor. We left him his memory so he would suffer with the loss of his power while Correllan took her memory away from her to ease her pain and let her learn in your world unfeatered."

A deep sigh echoed in the room. "She knew of our plans to raze this realm and make it ours and she planned on stopping us from doing it...still plans on stopping us from doing it." He rose then and begin to pace the room as he talked. "She has brought her back and now she will be even more powerful with her knowledge of your world coupled with the magic of this one. But right now she is confused...torn...ready for us to strike and wipe this threat to our plans from the face of the world."

He stopped in front of Bail and you can almost feel his smile forming...evil and cold. "That is where you come in. You will be the champion of Cyric and be elevated in his eyes and in power. We have an advantage besides the woman's confusion. Beren sent them back before Correllan was ready to recieve her 'disciple' back." At Bail's shocked look he nodded. "Yes, them. All of the friends you have been playing that 'game' with are here in this realm and have been sent to overthrow us by that traitor Beren. He hopes to conquer us and return to this world to rule it whereas Correllan wants to stop anyone from overtaking it."

"Why you, you ask...well it is simple. You have what none of us have. The knowledge of your realm. Though the fact that your world is populated by technology prevents you from using a great deal of magic....If you were to couple the knowledge of your world with the magic prevalent in this world you could have power undreamed of. And that is what Correllan was hoping to do with Alia. Now we have several of those with that knowledge in this world and it could seriously upset the balance....before we are ready to do so ourselves. Therefore Cyric went to Ao, the overgod, and pleaded his case. The god of evil was allowed to bring you here to advise us and help us to bring the balance back. At which time our plans can proceed."

Coming closer to Bail, he said almost in a reverent tone. "You are our key. I will give you command of my best mages and freedom to do what you wish with them. All you have to do is say that you will serve Cyric and work towards his end."

OOC: Everyone else, your chars do not know about any of this so please act accordingly until the knowlege is revealed to you also.

 

[SpectreT]

Intro Kyle

I have *not* had a good day. Banging around some deep, dark, corner of an old dwarven friend's (is there any other kind of dwarven friend? I wondered absenly) mine, only to find the place was being used by Drugar and Drow alike as a passage to the surface. One thing I cannot allow is the schemes of Llolth to infest the surface world again. Last time those buggers got to the surface, Karak and I had our hands full for weeks just calming folks near Silverymoon down. Heard they'd even gone so far as to form a lynch mob on one unpopular sorcerer. Good thing Alustriel got *that* one sorted out. My solutions usually involve bloodshed. I heaved a sigh as I wedged my six foot frame into the five foot opening my quarry, a Priestess of Llolth, had just ducked through. The sound of my breasplate scraping on stone set my teeth on edge, and I mutered a curse as I was briefly stuck in the hole. I popped through, then everything went black.

* * * * *

I awoke to the sound of throaty elven laughter. I was hanging from chains set in the wall behind me, and the Drow priestess was the one laughing.

"Your god protects you from my spells, but not from your own clumsiness! You hit your head on the far wall when you finally got through! But, Champion of Tyr, your faith cannot save you from all magics! I've been saving *this* one for a very special occasion!" That said, she opened a box.... then kept right on opening it until she had a door sized opening, which she walked through, muttering to herself. I admired both the skimpy dress and shapely body of this priestess, the sheen of her midnight black elven skin, and the shine of her white hair. I wondered what foul object she was about to bring out. She came back waving a decorative belt. "This should do something about your arrogance!" She proceeded to whip the belt around my waist, buckling it snugly. I felt a wierd tickling all over that slowly turned to an itch. A bright blue portal opened nearby, and the Drow packed her box and fled from it. "This isn't over, Paladin!"

"Too right it's not, mouthy Drow B..." I was shocked by my voice. Warm husky contralto? OH,Tyr, how was Midnight going to react to *this*? I'd thought I'd seen the last of the gender-swapping belts destroyed years ago...

"Kyle? Are you okay? Who are you? Have you seen my husband? Tall guy, Paladin of Tyr?" The half-elven love of my life stepped into the cave from the portal, which snapped shut behind her.

"Midnight, my love, I *am* Kyle," I said mildly. How do elves feel about same-sex marriages?

"You certainly do know how to liven a honeymoon, don't you?" She sighed. "Well, we'll sort you out later. The assassin's guild just went haywire in an inn in Silverymoon. They might need help there."

 

[SpectreT]

Kyle

"Assassins? Silverymoon? What have I missed chasing Drow around Karak's caverns?"

"Some major working dumped a band of adventurers just outside of Silverymoon, and the fellow that helped them settled a blood feud there. Some Waterdhavian scum tried to capitalize on the confusion. Someone needs to keep an eye on this bunch; trouble seems to follow them." Midnight had given me this terse rundown in between castings on the belt that had been planted on me. She chuckled. "Good news, better news, and not so good news."

"Bad news first, good news last, full disclosure, and no surprises." I said, unconsciously mimicing her staccato rhythym.

"Well, I can't remove the curse that turned you into a woman, because neither the belt nor you are cursed anymore. That's the not so good and good news. The better news is that belt seems to have a strength-enhancing dweomer attached to it. Oh, one more thing.. You make an adorable woman."

"Thanks. Least she didn't make a hag out of me." my own voice was turning me on, and *that* was an interesting experience.

"Time to go." she frowned for a moment, then tapped her staff on the floor and cut loose with a stream of gibberish. The gem on the staff glowed and she made a face. "Last time I can use the portals today. Hope there's no wild magic between here and there." A bright red shimmer of light opened into a doorway that we stepped through.

 

[Angelus]

Matthew/Bail

I took a step back when I realized what I had just been told. I was to go and destroy the people that I played with just so I could get to my professor and destroy him to. I looked at the head cleric and the first words that I heard come from my lips were, "I will do as you ask and destroy all of Beren's group so that Cyric will be able to destroy Beren."

"Very good Bail- but not yet. You will need time to prepare."

I got to my feet and looked at the head cleric, "But wouldn't it be best to go out and destroy them quickly so that Lord Cyric could make the Realms in his own image."

"No you fool! If we rush into it too quickly then it will end up just like every other failed attempt by a dark god to take power. Just remember the Time of Troubles!"

I shuddered when I remember what I had read about those times, when the gods had walked the Realms and everything had been changed, a lot of it for the worst. Magic had gone awry and there were still areas of non magic around which affected everything. I looked at the head cleric and said, "I will take my time and do some planning but I ask for one thing."

"And what is that?"

"I would like to ask for someone to track Beren's group so that I know where they are at all times."

The head cleric looked at me and let out a slight chuckle, "You don't need me to do that, call a tracker yourself."

I closed my eyes and thought of a tracker that couldn't be seen, a shadow tracker and thought of the words to summon one. As soon as I opened my eyes I looked to see a figure that was a shadown standing in front of me. I looked at the figure and felt the dread coming from it.

"Tracker- I wish for you to find a group of people who will have a figurine like this with them. And it will have the same magical signature to them."

"I will do as you ask. I will follow them and tell you their location if that is all taht you wish of me."

"Yes- that is all."

The tracker disappeared to find my former friends and now mortal enemies

 

[Imoen]

Alyson/Caillean & Alustriel

Disembodied voices did not inspire much trust with me, silly of me I know. I scurry out from under my hiding place. It has served me well. A convenient little table there, lots of nice dark shadows to disappear into. I make my way to Valencia's side with all due haste. A tall, strong warrior wielding a large sword with deadly precision. Yes. That's exactly who I want to be next to. A talented cleric on the other side was just a boon to the position.

In the middle of the room, a soft bluish-white light begins to form, becoming brighter with each second and slowly beginning to take the more solid shape of a female figure.

My eyes widen to saucers of awe as I focused on the woman, her form strangely familiar to me. Alustriel. The thought is fleeting but true. It is Alustriel, ‘the Shining Lady’; The High Lady of Silverymoon. She is stunning. So very tall. Well being only 3'10", I think I myself dryly, everyone looks tall to me now.

She had to be at the very least 5'11". Her long slivery blonde hair flowed freely over her shoulders, crowned with an intricate weaving of a golden web with pearl tears that rested against her high, proud forehead. Her dress is beautiful but simple, accentuating her trim waist. She is an attractive figure over all. Her pale blue eyes gleam brightly, a bluish-white aura of powers shimmering around her. In her right hand she wields a staff, beautiful and ornate. It appears to be made of silver, a small pinpoint of a tip upon the floor graduating up in a swirling pattern to it its upper most cap where the swirl dissolves into the semblance of a the mane of the head of a magnificent unicorn.

She smiles down to me, the expression in her eyes changing from the cool bite of anger, to one of warm concern. Her gaze sweeps the room, pausing on the faces of each.

“I had hoped your travels through Silverymoon would have been more pleasant.” The tone of her voice was melodious and the kind, serene smile that graced her face belied the steel hidden beneath her next words. “The previous group of ruffians will trouble you no longer, I have seen to that. Please, I would have all of you dine with me tonight. There is much we need to discuss.” Her gaze flickers briefly to Alia curiously, their depths speaking volumes. “I will allow you to gather your things. I will expect all of you at my palace at sunset.”

She gently taps the staff upon the floor. One moment she stands there, magnificent in her splendor. The next, in a blinding flash of light, she is gone.

 

[Neale]

Ghaelryss Aerasume

Ghaelryss kneels down to Alia, still on her knees, staring at the ruined figure in her hands. Alustriel's image has just faded, leaving many questions unanswered...

"Lady Alia? Are you and your friends ready to accompany me to the castle? My company will handle the ruffians and their remains."

Neale/Alia

Alustriel's sending had helped calm some of the turmoil in my soul, but I knew I was in no shape to lead anyone anywhere. "Ghaelryss, in this company, Valencia leads. Old friend, please direct your questions to her. For now, leave me in peace. A friend and companion has fallen, and I... I..." I break down in sobs anew. I feel a tiny arm wrap around me, as Alyson comes over to comfort me.

 

[Isolde]

Michelle/Valencia

I looked down at Alia and swallowed hard. Me? A leader? I looked about at all those who were with us and then closed my eyes. I didnt know how to lead or what to do. I was Michelle. Put off till tomorrow what you didnt feel like doing today...and hope that tomorrow never comes...that was my philosophy in life.

No...i was Valencia-amazon warrior and fighter. And I would do what I had to to get her friends home to safety. Turning to the others, I said,"Gather your things and name the wounded. We are leaving now. We are going to go home."

Letting my gaze drift to Ghaelryss and with a respectful bow of my head I said,"We apologize for any inconvience we have caused your fair city. Please take us to the lady of the city so that we may pay our respects to her."

[Edited by Isolde on 03-16-2001 at 08:22 PM]

 

[lostinn]

Justinian

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[Neale]

Neale/Alia

I look up from where I knelt, Alyson still comforting me. "No, Justin... we don't know. But I do know that no link to his spirit remains in these pieces. A resurrection spell would be pointless."

 

[SpectreT]

Kyle

OOC: Sorry! I just used the DM of my campaign's "Deus Ex" to shoe-horn my way in, and couldn't think of anything less cheesy to shuffle the nice gate-casting supermage along..

IC: Silverymoon stood before me, its cobbled streets bustling with people. It all had a strange sort of urgency, as though something had disturbed the usual ebb and flow; I looked to Midnight, who shrugged, then said, "Looks like an anthill that's been kicked over."

I sighed, glad that I'd kept my height and most of my build. Usually these things make you some kind of adolescent fantasy; tiny body, big chest and butt, and no physical strength. "Which Inn?"

"Blade of Ehlonna."

"Right. I'll move us through this mob, and..." I was interrupted by a shimmering green gate. A blue-robed mage stepped through it, then looked at Midnight.

"Ka'Aleanas! The council has requested that I bring you to them without delay! This whole situation is about to go pear-shaped if the best and brightest don't come together."

I sighed again. "Some honeymoon. I get turned into a girl, and you get called off to save the world. *Somebody* better have a good excuse for this." I glared at the skinny, pale Elf. "Make sure my wife makes it back in one piece, or I'll kick your master's arse up around his ears."

The corners of the elf's mouth twitched. "I'll do my best, Kyle. By the way, You make an attractive woman... for a human." Able to contain it no more, he burst out laughing.
Midnight spared me from having to respond to this nonsense by slapping Charest in the back of the head.

"Let's go." She left through his gate.

"Well, I guess I'm on my own here. Good thing Kyle's a nice, gender-neutral name; I'd hate to have to find a new one." I worked my way through the town, finally finding the inn. It looked as if a small war had been fought here, and the people still standing looked none too happy. They were apparently in the process of choosing their next course of action when I decided to approach them.

"Excuse me, but are you the party of adventurers that suddenly popped up outside of town? If so, then I'm here to offer any assistance I can. My name is Kyle Blackbyrne, and I am a paladin of Tyr."

OOC: quick Physical description of Kyle, both as a male and female: 6'0", long straight black hair, and green eyes. As a female, Kyle is about 200 pounds of solid muscle, as a male, add about 60 pounds to that. As a male, Kyle also has a goatee that he keeps neatly trimmed. Kyle wears a breastplate and vambraces over a chainmail shirt, chainmail leggings with greaves over his/her boots. Kyle carries a shield, and uses a "Hand and a half" sword. More on the sword if he ever needs to unsheath it.

 

[Celestiale]

Sutashi

I had made my way back through the din with my companions, Lothius and Taran, and had watched in terror as Taran had jumped right into the battle. I felt someone grab me by the scruff, pulling me safely out of harm's way, and found myself standing behind Lothius with my mouth hanging open stupidly.

What the heck is happening???

Within moment's I had followed Lothius' lead and had pulled my tome from my pack, reciting timidly, "Projen cryonous!" at our attackers. I watched as crystals of ice, seemingly from nowhere, formed into sharpened projectiles, and flew true to their targets. It was a weak spell, doing only minimal damage, but I was too afraid to try anything more potent. I did not know what kind of control I possessed in this world, and I did not want to accidentally harm a friend.

As the battle ended, I looked frantically about for any who might be wounded. Everyone seemed to be accounted for...except for Dur...his fate was sealed as Valencia presented the shattered figuine. I think we were all in a state of shock, as unbelieveable as all of this was, seeing the broken figure simply hit home...

I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer for Dur, holding back the tears that threatened to fall, when the most beautiful voice I had ever heard, filled my small ears.

Can it really be....?

I opened my amber eyes and beheld the wonderous Lady, and found myself hanging on her every word. She was simply more magnificent than I could have ever imagined in play...I was awestruck. As she departed, I felt my sorrow ebb and my heart lighten. Maybe we would be able to complete our task after all...maybe She could truly help us.

I walked up to Lothius, leaning ever so slightly upon him as we waited for everyone to pull themselves together.

 

[HotStuff101]

Michael/Kiai

"I believe we should keept he peices of his statue just incase.... even if he is dead, we should give hima burial in his home... his real home", he says looking down at the floor. He says with a tone of anger, "I swear, the next person who threatens to harm of you, in anyway, will die by this blade!" As he stabs his Katana intot he wooden floor, and turns aroudn to face the wall. After a few seconds of looking tough, he kneels tot he floor, and puts his hand on his heart, and prays for his fallen friend, as a single tear builds in his eye.