War of the Immortals

[poohlive]

"Garret," her voice was insistent. He could tell she wouldn't wait forever for him. He placed the cup to his lips, the foul smell met him. He couldn't drink this, could he?
It was either that or his sister take it for him. Garret sighed softly into the cup. He knew he had too good of a soul to let his sister take something like this for him.
Magic.
Couldn't he use magic to change the drink somehow? He was holding it with both his hands in front of his face. Isn't it possible that he could make it into an ordinary drink, change the entire potion?
He would have to try, for Rana's sake.
Closing his eyes, Garret concentrated on water. Cold stream water right in front of him. He wasn't holding a cup of magical fluid that would turn him into some sort of black demon zombie, he was holding a cup of cold clear delicious water.
"Drink it now."
He opened his eyes, a clear liquid stared back at him from the cup. He almost smiled as he drank it, but didn't. It tasted just like water from their stream.
Mother looked at him, her eyes squinted until they were nothing but slits. She seemed to stare right through him, not at him, as if she was looking into his soul.
"I said no tricks," in her hand was another cup. She brought it to Rana's lips.
"NOOO!"
He tried to run to them, but it was too slow. He watched as the pink potion travelled from her mother's cup to her sister's waiting lips. He still ran towards them, hoping that maybe he could help her.
Her sister finished the drink. His mother had a cold smile on her lips that made him stop dead in his tracks. His sister had the same cold smile, he couldn't believe it. Such a pretty face couldn't have a smile like that, it just wasn't possible.
Mother held up a hand, and something hit Garret, hard. He went sprawling to the other side of the room, hitting the wall.
He felt a spring unlock as he hit. The wall behind him opened, slightly. A feeling of relief hit him, he could leave this place, finally.
His sister called to him.
"Garret, please don't go. Help me."
Garret turned around, walking towards her. He forced himself to stop, no she wasn't his sister anymore. She was some sort of demon, a monster, only wearing his sister as clothing.
Still, she looked at him with those big brown eyes. He couldn't help but want to go and help her, in any way.
It took everything he had inside him to walk out that door, turning his back on his sister, and his mother.
He walked upstairs, leaving the house. Outside the night sky twinkled back at him. He breathed in the air, a nice clear night.
He didn't know exactly what he was going to do, but he knew he was leaving. He had to get as far away from his mother as possible. She was a threat to him, she wanted him, if she couldn't have his powers than she would kill him, either way staying here was not an option.
His father stood outside, the sword in his hand reflected the recent arisen moonlight. He looked at him, with wide staring eyes. He hadn't planned on this, not his father. No, he was a good man, a pleasent man, how could he be like them?
"I think your mother's calling," he said in a low voice. He raised the sword slightly.
"Thank you for catching him dear," he turned around abruptly. His mother, and his newly darkened sister were just outside the front door. They looked at him evilly.
"I'm leaving," he said to all of them, "I'm taking my horse and leaving this place."
His father took a step towards him, "Oh no. You can't leave, we were all about to sit down for a nice family chat. You, me, your mother, and your newly changed sister. One big evil family. Come on Garret, join us, what other choice do you have?"
He weighed his options carefully, choices were the one things he was running out of. He stepped back, keeping an eye on his fathers sword. Behind him, his sister laughed hysterically. It sliced through the air like a knife, burying itself deep into his heart.
Garret looked up at the moon, he needed help now. In all his life if he ever needed help, he knew exactly who to turn to, but this? This was too much, he needed help, he needed someone's help. He couldn't do this on his own anymore. He just couldn't, it was too much.

 

[Cryo]

"Let me tell you a story. One time 2 angels fell to our world and hurt their wings. Unable to fly back into heaven, they walked the land untill they healed. The first night, they came to a house of some wealthy people, and asked to stay the night. The people let them stay, but wern't very hospitable about it. The angels were forced to sleep in a shit filled corner in the cold basement, with no compensation for anything whatsoever.
That night, one of the angels noticed that there was a hole in the wall of the basement. He hurried to fix it, taking as much care to it as he felt possible. The resident felt no apreciation for the kind jesture and kicked the angels out before sunrise.
"Why did you fix their wall if they were so cruel to us?" asked the one anjel?"
"Things are not allways what they seem" said the other.
That night, they came to this crude shack. The angels did not want to bother the residence, but the family saw them and took them in instantly, though they had little food, they offered every scrap to the angels. Told them to sleep in their beds, as they can use the floor, and gave them more comfort than they were capable. In the morning, the Cow, the only livestock and work capable member of the family lay dead in the field.
"Why did you let their cow die?" asked the one angel again. "When they were so hospitable?"
"Things aren't allways as they appear. THe first family was wealthy, and corrupted as suck. The hole in the basement uncovered some buried treasure that would have made them richer and more evil. Last night, the angel of death came for the farmers wife, but I told it to take the cow instead."

"So you see," said Ether again "You should look to your soul when deciding whom to trust. you have the power to look past deceptions now." With that, Ether made a quick prayer to his god and dissapeared. Following his physical form was a whisper.

remember who we worship, and why......

 

[Cryo]

OOC; Ether Used to be a bard, but I am not. so just pretend that his story was inspirational and thought provoking

 

[Angelus]

Cristian stood there, thinking on what Ether had just told him when he heard a noise behind him and felt the burning pain as the arrow sliced through the flesh on his left side. He turned quickly and saw several people standing there, swords and bows in their hands. They advanced slowly, watching his every move- ready for any gesture as they knew that he was a mage. Cristian looked at them through narrowed eyes and said, "Who are you and who sent you."
"Who we are is not important and who sent us isn't either but all that you have to know is that we are here to kill you."

Cristian looked at them and said, "I think not."
Suddenly lightning began to arch up and down his arms and he looked at them.
"If you do not wish to die then I suggest you leave."

The assassins looked at their leader who continued to walk forward, "It is nothing but a parlor trick, he had no real power anymore."

They walked forward and the last thing they saw was Cristian raise his arms moments before a large part of the forest that they were in exploded in a large fire ball which reached high into the sky.

 

[Isolde]

Isolde and Adriana watched as Cristian eleminated his enemies.

"Or we can just have the mage blow them to bits," Isolde said as Adriana held her hands to her face. The young girl had never seen this side of Cristian before and it scared her.

Isolde turned on her heels and strode out the door to unpack what they had bought leaving Adriana standing with Cristian and Lokken looking at the scene below.

 

[Angelus]

Cristian walked out of what was left of the forest and looked at Lokken just as Isolde and Adriana walked into his tower. He turned to Lokken and was about to say something but then he felt a sharp pain in his stomach as if someone had shoved a red hot blade into his insides and was twisting it. He doubled over and fell to the ground, groaning in pain. Lokken walked up quickly and pulled him to his feet.

As soon as he was on his feet he looked at Lokken who looked at him wide eyed.
"What is it," Cristian said.
"I think that you should look for yourself," Lokken said.

Cristian looked at Lokken is surprise before heading into his tower. He went into the first room that he came to and looked in the mirror that was on the wall. What he saw shocked him because standing in front of the mirror was a person that looked like him except that he was now ten years older.

 

[poohlive]

"This just isn't your day," his father said, taking another step closer to him. The sword in his hand was raised, ready for attack, but his father didn't advance. It was almost as if he was waiting for something.
"You're telling me," Garret turned back to his family. Rana kept staring at him, smiling that evil wicked smile. His mother kept her eyes on him too, although she seemed concentrated on something other than him. A spell, no doubt. She was working on another spell to get him.
Why was he so special? Someone had obviously gone through a lot of trouble to do this, just for him. What was he? What was he going to be used for? He didn't want this, whatever it was inside him, his magic, his heart, he didn't want it anymore. Someone else could have it, someone more experienced, someone who could handle it.
He knew he couldn't handle it. His mother, father, and even his little sister had become moral enemies in less than an hour.
Another cup appeared in his mother's hands. She held it out to him gently.
"Drink up darling, let this all be over. I can tuck you into bed tonight, and even read you a story. Tomorrow you will go riding with Rana, and later we can all go out for a picnic. We can go to that rose you helped grow. Come on Garret, what do you say? It's either that or death."
A single tear dropped down his cheek. He still loved her, he would always love his mother. A part of him wanted to go up to her, hug her tightly, and let this all go. It could just drift into the past, they could be a family again.

A demented evil family, mind you, but a family nonetheless.

His father took another step closer to him. He could see the inscription on the sword he still held cocked for an attack. He made no move to kill him, even though he could easily have done so by now.
Anger boiled up to his face. He didn't want this to be happening, but it was just the same. The fact that it was, and he couldn't do a thing to stop it made him hate it even more. He hated his mother for making him choose, he hated his mother for turning his sister into a vessel of evil, he hated his mother for turning his family against him simply because he was something she wasn't.
But mostly... mostly he hated her because he still loved her, and he could never let himself deny that.
He raised his arms defiantly, sparks of electricity shooting from his fingertips. He could feel raw magic surge through him, he didn't want to control it, he wanted it loose. He wanted to feel it overpower him, consume him.
His father felt a bolt of magic hit him, and fell back on the ground, his sword flying from his hands. He saw this, and couldn't help but feel pity for him. A new feeling of power hit him too, a feeling of evil and hatred came along with his grasp of this new talent.
His mother recoiled, but he could see the excitement in her eyes. This was what she was trying to do all along, she wanted him to tap into this. She wanted him to feel true power, to feel hate and anger enter his heart willingly, to let him feel it.
He closed both hands together, pointing them at his mother, but more appropiately the house. Her eyes grew wide in fright, realizing what he was going to do. She screamed, running inside.
A huge ball of fire erupted from his arms. It soared through the air, hitting the front wall of the house. He could hear wood crack and splint as it hit. The fire spread magically to the entire house, in minutes it was all consumed. It reached up defiantly into the cold night, heat radiated to his face and body.
Garret retreated from the fire. He looked around quickly, he knew his mother was inside, but his father and Rana were still out here somewhere.
As if to answer this, his father screamed as he ran towards him. Garret looked at the sword in his hand, it raised high into the air, then came down. Garret threw out his hands, touching his father's stomach. A bright spark emitted from their touch.
His father stopped in midswing, a look of surprise and horror on his face. He looked down at his son, accusingly before he fell to the ground, dead.
"I'm sorry," Garret said. Another tear fell down his cheeks.
The house collapsed in on itself. The fire only went down for a second, before it sprang up again, as the appearance of new wood fueled it more.
He shook his head, running for the barn. Wyld was still in there, he neighed at the sight of Garret. Garret patted the horses neck.
"I'm glad to see you too," he got the bit in, along with a saddle to ride. Garret got up on the horse.
He was leaving. His home was burned, well burning at the moment, but in the morning only ashes would be left. His family gone, everything he had once called life was now destroyed. He gently patted Wyld, the only thing that was his, the only thing that reminded him of everything, before this night.
His sister looked up at him.
"This isn't over Garret. I will come for you, and I will kill you."
Her words tore through him. He looked down at her small face, she was barely even thirteen and already her heart had been corrupted for revenge.
"Rana, please you need to..."
She laughed again. That blood curtling laugh that sent shivers down his spine. Wyld could sense there was something evil in that laugh, he quickly went into a heavy run, getting as far away from the house as possible.
Garret held on tightly, not caring where the horse went, as long as it was away from here.

 

[Morgoth]

"Nice fireball, but you didn't have to make it so large. Enemies from miles away aregoing to see that one. I suggest we move out in less than an hour", he said, walking in to the room. "We'll do a counterspell later", he continued.

[Edited by Morgoth on 01-06-2001 at 11:41 PM]

 

[Angelus]

Cristian turned to Lokken, "I don't think that there is a counter spell that will help me with this. This is the price that I am paying for using the magic that I have in me. I think that it is going to use my life force to be able to use it and I hope to all the gods that I am wrong because I do not want to die that way."

Cristian then looked at the mirror and was shocked to see that the hair at his temples had gone gray. Although it made him look distinguished he didn't want to look like that now.

 

[Morgoth]

"Well that isn't very good", said Lokken. "But unless we get out of here soon, that isn't going to be the way you die!" exclaimed Lokken, pointing to the window. Christian looked out and saw a dust cloud heading in their direction. "Garath has sent an army to kill us", said Lokken and ran downstairs and mounted his horse.

 

[Angelus]

Cristian shouted out to Isolde and Adriana to hurry before he ran out of his tower and jumped onto Nimbus. He looked back and saw that the dust cloud coming towards them was huge and thought, They must want us pretty bad.

He pulled out a vial from one of his pouches and threw into onto the ground. The vial broke open when it hit the ground and a large blue, see through wall appeared before them. He looked at Lokken, "That should hold them for a while. Just long enough for us to get out of here."

 

[Morgoth]

"Yeah", he replied as the two women ran out and quickly mounted their horses. "Yah", he shouted and the horse began to race forward at top speed, the others catching up to him quickly.

 

[Angelus]

As they rode off Cristian heard a loud boom behind them and said, "I guess it didn't hold as long as I had hoped for."

He looked back and saw the dust trail as the riders began to follow the group.
"Quick, into the trees!" he shouted and turned Nimbus into the edge of the forest. After everyone was in the forest canopy he turned to everyone, "Don't say a word and please don't make a noise as I want to see what is following us."

 

[Morgoth]

Lokken quickly cast a spell. They were suddenly all invisible to everyone but themselves.

 

[Isolde]

Isolde frowned. She could feel Adriana shivering beside her with everything that had happened and how quickly it had happened. The girl kept looking over at Cristian, worry creasing her face as her eyes lit on his greying hair.

"Damn," She swore. She should have known there would have been a price to pay before she told the mage the story. The age would not have shown so readily on the elvin mage as the longitivity of the two races were so different. She herself was over 200 years but looked to be in her twenties in human years.

 

[Cryo]

...Evil isn't allways the overpowering force in nature...

...What I do, I do for the benefit of the world...

...Can't you understand? he's changed...

...Something has to be done, and only I can do it...

...As I learn of the evils in this world, I am reminded of a time long ago, and a quest unfinished...........


Ether watched as the scenes from his memory played back on a sheet of ice. In his secluded solace of the south pole, he is able to look at his life, and reaffirm his faith. But his faith is not the issue in question here. Perhaps if he looks back in his life, he can figure out what ails him so...

Thirty four years ago. I was but 12. My mother was training me to be a bard, and it was a happy living for me. We came across a wizard who specialized in elementals. He tricked us tp enslave my ice elemental father, and study me. on retaliation he killed my parents and thretened me. With the help of my uncle, the essance of my father was entrapped in my two swords, and my mother in my blue crystaline armor. With them, I was able to defeat the wizard.

Twenty eight years ago. My first real adventuring since done swordtraining. I ran across some good people named Mab and Garret. I think they liked each other, if you know what I mean. My first encounter with Lokken. He captures us, and made us generals in his evil army. His quest was to ascend to godhood. I was recruited by the gods Cryo and Gateleader to stop him. Cryo gave me his power, and Gateleader Mab. She however turned down the oportunity, content with her life as it was. Just before the final confrontation, Lokken, Mab, Garret and everone else dissapeared. THe quest did not end for either good or bad, and therefor didn't end. THe unfinished quest.

Twenty years ago. I was recruited by a befuddled old sage along with many others to restore life to the world and stop some gambling god. I was the eldest and one of the most experianced of the group, but the youngins had no respect for authority, so I droped out of the quest. My first encounter with chistan was that quest. Though it was the same name and face, the man itself was different than the mage of today.

Twelve years ago. Some artifacts of ancient power fell into the hands of some good clerics. Using this artifact, they attempted to purge the land of evil. My second encounter with Lokken. After ruthlessly cutting down the clerics for the sake of restoring balance, He appeared to me, and thanked me for my evil, which inturn empowered him. In persuing him, My lover and companion, the fire siren Fhuaar, was killed by the evil mage. From that day forth, my persuit of Lokken was no longer my life quest, my duity as Cryo's champion, or my job in maintanence of the balance, it was personal.

Ether looked to one of the walls. The only wall with color was a meticulous painting of his beloved Fhuaar. Tears began to roll down, and freeze on, his face as he remembered that fateful day many years ago. Clenching a fist, he resolved. Garret is Christians responcibility. He has the power and resources to finish this himself. But neither Archmage of evil or champion of good will get in his way as he takes care of unifnished business. Permenantly.

 

[Angelus]

Cristian turned to the two women and told them politely to be quiet then looked to see the things that had been following them. Cristian felt disgust at what he saw, they were all undead. He forced himself to stay calm when he saw that amongst the undead riders were several people wearing white mage's robes.

The riders then rode off and Cristian was about to turn to Lokken to tell him to lift the spell but he heard the sound of a lone rider coming there way. They all sat on their horses and watched the road, wondering what else was coming until they saw a young man on horse back riding down the road as if he was running away from something. Cristian watched the young man and thought that he was going to move further down the road until he stopped at looked straight at Cristian, making Cristian's eyes go wide.

 

[Morgoth]

Lokken had lifted the spell before the rider had come into view. "Who are you, boy?" he asked. "Do you know that there is an army of undead 2 miles ahead?" he continued, his eyes staring directly at the boy.

 

[Isolde]

Isolde's bow was in her hands and an arrow placed ready to let fly should the rider prove dangerous.

Adriana sank back into the shadows trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible as she waited for the rider to speak.

 

[Isolde]

Isolde

Suddenly Isolde felt herself being literaly thrown to her knees as wave after wave of despair ripped through her. Her mind was in termoil and she couldnt breath. Something was very wrong.

She clutched at her stomache and felt nauseous and suddenly it hit her. She felt a tremendous loss-almost like something important had been ripped from her. Tears streamed down her face and she could not stop sobbing as the feelings wracked her body.

Isolde knew, at that moment, that her beloved master had passed away, a victum of the evil that now threatened to take over the land.

She sank to the ground, everything around her forgotten. "I have failed," She heard herself wailing,"I have failed. Please, Master, forgive me for my failure."

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Bear with me, I tried to post this last night, but it didn't go through, this is last night's post. And I will post another tonight.

Ic:

The small babbling brook was sent down a churning waterfall. A small pool formed at the bottom, joining up with another stream set deep within the recesses of stone. Flowers and shrubs clung to the edges of rocks that had for centuries endured the mist that had come off of the brook. Moss grew from that mist, which grew and gnawed it's way into the rock until larger plants could take hold.
"..... unfinished quest....."
Garret woke up with a start, looking at what was around him. He expected to find someone looking down at him, ready to kill him. Wyld stared at him, confusingly, before going back to her breakfast.
"A dream," he said to himself, shaking his head. Yet, even he didn't believe it was entirely true.
Garret stood up, rubbing the creaks out of his neck. The morning sun wafted in through the trees. He welcomed it, spreading out his arms and letting the sun warm him. Breathing deeply, Garret felt the memories from last night wash away. They didn't leave him, nothing could ever make him forget that night, but at least it was in the back of his mind, throbbing like an old pain, he almost welcomed it.
Garret stooped down, getting a drink from the pool. Wyld was drinking himself, he neighed a good morning.
"Good morning to you," he said back, "Where exactly is this place?"
He looked at the horse, as if he expected an answer. Wyld simply neighed again, and went back to drinking. Garret looked around him, this forest was new to him. The trees were different, he had seen them before, but not as many. They must has traveled more or less north. How long? He didn't know, that horse was so spooked last night he could have traveled any distance.
Wyld neighed again far off in the distance.
"I know," he said, petting the horse softly.
Wait a minute, Wyld couldn't have neighed from far away. Garret looked to where the sound had come from... In the distance he saw a horse.
Fear was the first thing that entered his mind. Someone had followed him, maybe even Rana. She would make do her promise, and kill him. He closed his eyes, almost waiting the death blow.
Nothing happened.
He looked at the horse again, she seemed lost. Curiousity overcame his fear, Garret went over to investigate. A brown horse welcomed him. He could see there was a small pack along with a saddle and reins on him. It was a trained horse that belonged to someone.
Again he looked around the forest, hoping to find the owner. Someone had to own this hting, he was sure. Garret walked up to the horse, petting it.
"Hey... where's your master?"
There was a small campfire, but it had been days since someone had used it. No other sign of humanity was there. The horse was abandoned.
Hunger entered his stomach, Garret almost winced from the pain. He looked at the horse, an evil thought entered his mind.
"I know I shouldn't," he said, "But I'm hungry..."
He went to the side of the horse, and opened one of the packs. Inside he found some dried meat. He ate it greedily, sad that it was so little. There was some more food inside, along with somethings he had never seen before.
He examined each carefully, trying to find out who exactly this belonged too.
Strange clothing, potions, a book in some language Garret had never seen before. The picture on the front was of a girl with long pointy ears, and sparkling eyes.
Pointy ears?
"Elves?"
He thought they only existed in fairy stories his mother told... used to tell him. He didn't know they actually existed. Magic existed he thought to himself, looking at his own hands, why couldn't elves.
That did explain who this belonged too, but it didn't explain why an elf would just leave all of these things for anyone to just take?
Unless the elf was forced to leave, maybe even in trouble. A lot of people would love to get their hands on an elf. He had seen shows where people would show weird and bizarre animals and such. One of those might had taken this elf person.
He looked at the set of clothings... blushing, he instantly realized it was a female elf. He closed the pack and put it back on the horse, embarrased.
The other stuff though, it was still good. He looked back at his own horse, he was short of supplies at the moment. Supplies and food, and weapons. He took out the sword, although smaller than one he had trained with, it was still magnificent, and in good fighting conditiong. It sparkled, relflecting the morning sun off it's tip. He would need these things, all of them.
What if the elf came back?
He looked at the horse, she wasn't coming back, whether it was by force or by choice she wasn't coming back here. He didn't just want to take these things though, he wasn't a common theif.
He could take the things and try to find the elf, maybe search for her to return them. The important things like food and stuff he would keep, for survival, but everything else still belonged to her.
Garret nodded solemnly, he didn't exactly like the situation, but he didn't see any other option at the moment.
Slently he moved the packs from the horse to Wyld. As soon as it was done, he nodded to the horse, and began a steady walk down the brook. He would find a path sooner or later, and from there he could make it to a town.

 

[poohlive]

Tracks... Horse tracks to be precise. The horse tracks of some army, or maybe just a band of people riding together. Garret's heart thumped solidly in his chest, he could just follow them to a town, or their post maybe. He hadn't seen another human being for days. Company, any company would be appreciated.
Garret let Wyld go into a quick gallop, following the tracks. They were led deep into the forest, through places he had never even seen before. One tree had fruit on it that looked strangely like small animals. He didn't dare try to touch them, a good rule of thumb in a strange forest, don't touch anything you don't know.
Garret rode well into the afternoon, stopping only for a short lunch. The elven preserves were all but gone, a canteen half filled with water, and a few pieces of dried meat were all that was left. He chewed them slowly, hoping it would hold until he got into town or met up with his traveling companions.
Then, in the distance, he saw a cloud of dust. The band he was following, they were simply a hill's crest away. He quickly got upon his horse and rode.
Something stopped him. He wasn't quite sure what it was, a compeltion, or maybe an attraction. An attraction to something else, all day he had followed these tracks, because it felt like the right thing to do. Now, however, he felt like he should stop.
There, in the bushes, was a person. He looked again, straight at it. Nothing. He shook his head, he could have sworn there was someone there not one moment ago.
A flash of light, and not one but four people stood staring at him. His eyes grew wide with fright, immediately his hand went onto the elven sword at his hip. He looked at them all, fear dancing in his eyes. Who were these people, and why were they all staring at him like this?
One of the men barked at him, asking who he was. He bit his lower lip. He couldn't even comprehend telling the story of who he was, especially to complete strangers.
"I am Garret. For two days now I have been traveling this band of.... of..."
"Undead?"
He looked at the ground, the horse tracks seemed to have been made by living creatures. He shrugged his shoulders nonetheless, they had seen the band, he had not. A thought came to his mind, he had actually wanted to go meet them. He was prepared to ride into the thick of undead horsemen. A shutter went down his spine.
One man, graying at the temples. He seemed younger than that though, almost as if age had come with something. He was wearing the white robe of a mage. A good mage, there was a bit of luck he had not had in quite a while.
Another man, wearing war clothes, the one who had spoken to him. He seemed a bit gruffy to him, but not really harmful, unless of course someone got in his way.
A shy woman, she looked at him from behind a bush. He immediately saw that she was but a girl, not a year or two older than himself. He smiled gently, she did look pretty too.
And a fourth person. Garret's eyes grew wide again, it was an elf. She was on the ground, shivering. It was really her, the elf he had been searching for. Immediately he grabbed the packs of elven things, ready to give them to her at a moment's notice.
He looked around to the group. A lively bunch, all from different parts of something. Garret smiled wanly.
"I believe these belong to your elf friend," he said, nodding toward her on the ground.

 

[Angelus]

Cristian rode forward and looked at Garret. The first thing that he felt was the power that was within this young man, it was so great that it seemed like he was shining.

"My name is Cristian Cofaldeon, Garret. As you have already guessed I am a white mage and defender of everything good and we are all on a quest to defeat an evil far greater than anything that we have ever faced before. I would like to ask if you would do us the honor of-"

Cristian then threw his head back as a pain far greater than any he had ever felt before ripped through him. He screamed with not one voice but every soul's voice all at once and fell to the ground, not moving.

 

[Isolde]

Adriana looked from Isolde to Cristian-frozen in indecision as both lay on the ground writhing in thier own pain.

Making her descision, she ran over to Cristian and placed her hands on his back, concentrating on feeding her energy into him to, hopefully, help calm him and give him a moment to breath.

She knew what had happened. Another mage had died but it seemed different this time. Looking over at Isolde she almost wished she did not know who it was that had just passed away but she did.

Tears streamed down her face as she again concentrated on calming Cristian and easing his pain.

 

[poohlive]

This was too much. People were dropping like flies. He quickly dismounted, looking at the mage. It was rare to see a mage in pain, he guessed. A mage knew all the magic in the world (a kid's version of a mage, not an actual definition), for certain he would know how to heal himself.
He watched at the young woman tried to help him. He couldn't do anything, there was nothing to do.
He looked over at the elf. He had taken her food, and water, and other things. The least he could do is try and help her.
He went over to her, looking down. She was shaking back and forth. Garret tried speaking to her.
"Excuse me... are you ok? Speak to me, please."
He held her sword up so she could see it, "These are yours, aren't they? I was returning them, I wasn't stealing them. I was looking for you, so I could return them."
Her eyes stare blankly at him. He didn't even know if she was there. Despair hit him, he had to do something, to try and help her.
He touched her shoulder. A giant blue light exploded between them. Garret flew backwards, landing on his ass. The elf was simply enveloped in the blue light, as if swimming in it. Garret looked at it with great horror.
"No, I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry, I didn't..."
The light disappeared into her. He stared wide eyed, looking at her, was she all right, was she even breathing?
"Are you ok?" he asked, hesitantly.