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Alycs

07-02-2008, 01:12 PM

After returning home to her acorn again, she puts that blasted mask on the mantle where it belongs, tired of feeling the magic of it on her body. Though, other than the itch it gives her eyes, there truly is little to no true noticeable effects on the body. It was … and she sighs … seeing herself accepted into the Teir’Dal culture as D’Jenchla M’Medar was just … disconcerting to her. The red haired Koada’Dal steps back from the fireplace and starts a series of exercise to let her thoughts flow as her body relaxes. Virtue had returned from his travels, and her hand still itched to caress him, to show him how she still felt even a year later. Even her work in the Library of K’Lorn, transcribing books long since lost to the Concordium that might aid with the current rash of plagues could not keep her busy enough at night. And the inability to contact Nescia for fear she’d be discovered by members of the Spurned was not aiding her mental state. For, even now, her love for Virtue had not diminished. And though she truly cared for Nescia, to the point she ws honestly considering asking him for at least a brief mating, fifty years or so to see if they meshed and if she fell out of love with Virtue, she did not love him. And he deserved someone who loved him for himself. Though, the thoughts of what a child of his would look like floods her and she shakes her head “Ah…Diligence, what am I to do hmmm?” and she kneels down to look at the Halasian animal in the eyes while shaking his ruff, to his delight. “For all I bought you for Virtue, you have been a true companion that he was. At least I know you won’t go sniffing around other women no?” She stands and walks over to write in her journal, then after making sure the ink was dry, she headed to her lonesome bed. She fell into a deep slumber, yet it was not pleasant. Dreams fill her mind, dark dreams of when she belonged to Innoruuk, seductive dreams, reminding her of the pleasure of the kill and the sickly sweet song of His Hate filling her veins, her pores with the song of Hate and anger. And she’s fertile ground. The pain of Virtue’s seemingly betrayal of her, then the true breaking of her heart still raw in her mind. The budding relationship with Nescia and the innocence of it, the how it started, Tunaria’s voice telling her to look under her nose and to forget Virtue…that he’s Human and she wasn’t the first one he’d done this to. Yes, her dreams are fertile ground and the Master plays His fingers through them. She is taken to her past and the pain of her infants being removed from her, first light then dark. The pain of the whip as it flays into her milky white back, the red of her blood the only colour remembered. Her friend covered in the blood that belonged to her husband, then heavy with child, then delivered of that child only to heal herself, dress in armour and leave. So much darkness in a time of war in this Koada’Dal’s memories. The Master withdraws his fingers, the presence of his Hated enemy still bright in these rooms. He can only work through the taint from that whip which had not been pulled by His errant child, then the taint from a devout worshipper she took into herself. His hold would still be there, however, this would take longer. The elf turns and stretches and finally wakes, realizing she’s crying and Diligence is whining in concern at her. The trio of cats are curled around her, trying to offer comfort. Dejenchri shakes her head. “Just…just bad dreams again dear friends. I should speak with Ambrose of them, yet he has been so busy with the Orphanage that I do not wish to trouble him. I wish Nescia were here. When he is close, my back doth not burn so. That is most likely what is filtering into my dreams.” Sighing, for she knows she won’t be able to return to sleep, she gets out of bed and pads down the ramp and pulls out the supplies for sewing and then just looks at them, unable to think of anything to do. Finally, after hours of just sitting there, she decides to fall back on an old habit … foraging and harvesting.

Alycs

07-02-2008, 01:13 PM

Likkorak sat at his table in his dark home, elbows propped up upon it, and his hands clasped in front of his twisted maw. The Iksar's pink and yellow eyes were lost in thought. "...Heart in a box, eh... how to draw him in..."A robed figure, whose face was obscured by a hood, floated up from the floor behind the Iksar without a sound. Quietly, it withdrew the massive scythe upon its back, reared back, and swung quickly at Likkorak's head. The scythe was blocked by a pitch-black one, held in the invisible hands of a spectre. The shade withdrew quickly, its skeletal frame trembling slightly."...I was wondering when you would attempt such a thing. You should know by now that this is my domain. You are powerless here."The spectre had the sense of a hate-filled scowl on its skull. Darkness began to drip from its scythe as it slowly floated in a circle around the two." Feh! Hatred fills me! Hate will overpower and consume you!"Again, it struck, and again, the attack was blocked. "Now now, Destrovus... when you swing Hate wildly like that, it only brings destruction to yourself.""What would YOU know about Hate, you Fear-lover? Such a weak and pitiful Lord you follow. The Father will rule all! And I will be his Harbringer with this power than you gave to me!"The shade threw off its robes, revealing the skeletal body to be of Koada'Dal origin. Spikes began sprouting from its bones as its figure bent and twisted its shape into what seemed to be a predatorial creature. An aura of Hatred permeated the normal stillness of Likkorak's house, flowing from the bones of Destrovus."HAHAHAH! Now, YOU will be the one to cower in fear, old Master!"Likkorak sat calmly for a moment, then stood up out of his chair and turned around."You have failed me as a whole, minion. You failed to infect the Guest's mind and soul further, instead waking memories that did not need to be awoken."The air around Likkorak's body began to shiver, as he reached over for the spectre's robes, whispering to it."Ves helyk ghersen hak bentasi, Klessh nuk Torsis."Destrovus began to tremble as an aura of Fear wrapped around him, pushing away the aura of Hatred."W...what is this?""Sorry, but it's time for you to be relieved. Farewell."Likkorak pulled the robe off of the spectre, revealing seemingly nothing but air underneath. Destrovus slowly started to laugh uneasily as the Fear-filled aura began to fluctuate greatly."Heh.. hehe... hahah.. hahaha.. HAHAHA! The Father will save me! He will rescue me! HAHAHAHAHA!"Likkorak turned slowly around, his eyes flashing."Do not say such things in a house of Fear... there is no rest for your soul where you are going..."A blackened mass began to rise from Destrovus' bones, causing the shade to choke and gasp."This.... my... soul.... no..."A giant, spectral reptilian stood behind Destrovus, holding the blackened mass in its talon-like claws. Its face resembled an Iksar, but the body was covered in masses of runes and spines. Its hollow eyes cast a gaze that burrowed deep into the soul of Destrovus, opened its maw wide, and swallowed it whole."Hm.. now for more important matters.... my old enemy, Dejenchri.."

Alycs

07-02-2008, 01:13 PM

The desert sands were hot, yet rewarding. She’d already found several intact hearts of ironwood. Unfortunately, there were also Freeportians that had taken to trying to hunt her. Not content to leaving her alone to harvest, they had to try their skills against hers, only to be defeated time and time again. Finally, three of them joined forces to bring her down. They gloated over her. Luckily before they could do more than gloat, re-enforcements arrived and managed to keep the wizard from further harm. Finally, the red-headed elf leaves the sands and returns to Qeynos. Finding herself walking streets she spends weeks and months away from, she shakes her head as she finds herself in South Qeynos and in front of Nescia’s door. If any could see her, they would see a slight smile as she speaks the words to allow her entrance. Once inside, she pulls her slippers off and sets them by the door, putting her cloak on the hook that is there for that, over her blade. She goes downstairs and helps herself to some of the wine Nescia keeps there in case Ambrose ever comes over. Taking the glass, she wanders upstairs to his study and curls up in his chair and just sits there, the cool metal comforting her warm body. Closing her eyes, she lets her mind wander through all the time she has spent in this house, this home. Chuckling, she remembers some of the discussions they had here, Nescia and she on the decorating of his home. Thinking to herself, he has wonderful taste. She finishes the wine and takes the glass back downstairs. “Hmm….I think I’ll wander to the Hall.” She tells the spirit dragon in the pool and grins. Leaving his home, she walks over to the Hall of the Champions and smiles as she is greeted. Then a voice hits her like a bolt of lighting, electrifying every nerve in her body and making her heart leap to her throat. “Lady Seamstress” She turns and sees the half Halasian, his hair tousseled from his helm. Trying not to smile and cry at the same time she nods her head. ”Well, Sir Paladin. Well met." She walks to her chair, greeting everyone distractedly yet seemingly cheerfully, she sinks into it gratefully and turns back to the paladin. "Sir Virtue, wilt you be here for a time?" she asks him curiously, hoping that he’d leave again for her heart still belonged to him, sadly so. "I shall. I am recovering from too many days at sea" Virtue replies. He then asks “How does your husband?" The Koada’Dal is stunned. How could he think that she would be wed when a bare year had passed since his leaving. “Husband? Sir Virtue, I have married none, nor wilt I ever ... risk .. such vows ever again." "I was speaking to the Lady Summerwind. I meant no offense." "Oh! None was taken! I was merely taken aback at your possible thought I had married and was confused." "Surely I would look into such matters before speaking on them. My humblest apologies if I have stirred through ashes of the Past.” Virtue frowns, looking upset at himself. The Koada’Dal’s bright green eyes soften as she looks at him “Sir Virtue, I was merely puzzled. There is no need to chastise yourself over my error." Tucking her legs under her, she begins to read and eventually falls asleep in her chair. The nightmares begin again in earnest. There is little of the touch of His dreaded enemy in this Hall. Her followers are not currently within it, so He moves His fingers across her memories, especially those of the Paladin nearby that she can hear, smell and yearn for. One by one, He pulls her memories to the fore. First the good, of their travels together, then the little slights that she barely noticed, if at all. He magnifies them, making them seem worse than they truly were. The pinching of Ajleya’s bottom instead of hers, the flirting, then the asking of Tunaria to dance instead of her. He plays on her anger of being less important than other women in Virtue’s life. Eventually, she wakes and leaves the Hall angrily yet she does not understand why she is so angry. Once home, she writes in her journal, yet does not write that which she feels. For the first time, she is innocuous about her entry. The Koada’Dal sighs and decides to meditate in front of her altar to Tunare. Slowly, she drifts off to sleep in front of the altar and He leaves her alone, knowing His presence would be felt by Her and He would lose this child that once followed Him.

Alycs

07-02-2008, 01:14 PM

Waking on the floor, the Koada’Dal stretches and sighs. She has to go to Neriak again this day, and she was not looking forward to it. Her dreams have been getting dark again. Dark and scary. And her back has been burning for days on end. Even being in Kelethin has not been aiding the pain lately. It was as if something was aggravating the Touch. Other than her forays into Neriak, she could not think of anything that would be causing it. Luckily for her, her trip into Neriak was only to fetch something and leave quickly. She shouldn’t be there for more than a few hours. She didn’t see anyone about. Usually, the spires were deserted at that early an hour. She would leave from her home with the the mask in place and an old gown that had been her favorite long before she left Qeynos the first time, red and black that looked good on her even in the form of a Teir’Dal. Looking around her, she runs off to the Darklight Woods and then to Neriak, looking nothing more than one of the youngsters on her way to classes. She shuddered for a moment, unsure why. It seemed as if she were being watched, but she saw no one out of place. Finally, she reaches her destination … that dreaded library. Pasting a look of attentiveness, subservience and youth on her disguised face, she joins the small group of youngsters, some of whom she’d actually gotten to know and rather liked. Accepted as rather bumbling and clumsy, she became known for actually being good in the library, so she ended up there and they had no issue with her reading the books. That is what they were there for. She felt odd for a second and looked up, trying to see if someone was watching her, and yet she saw no one. Not even with the various spells she DID dare! Finally, after hours of running errands for the various instructors, sitting through classes and the reading she needed to do to seem to be who she said she was, she finally managed to finish the task set her by the Concordium. Feigning that the classes and exercises made her very tired, she managed to avoid talking with too many of the students as they left for the day. Once she was out of sight of library, she ducked into a corner and risked calling home. She had no portal stones on her to be able to translocate, she was not going to take a chance of the emanations of those being felt! Once home, she gratefully and tiredly takes off the mask and changes into her clothes and puts her weapon back on. This time, she translocates to Antonica and twists herself to the gates of North Qeynos. After spending time with the Librarian, she is finally released to do as she will. Back burning beyond belief, the taint twisting it’s way across it in the scars, the Koada’Dal walks to the Guild Hall and enters. With her normal smile on her face to hide any sign that she is less than well, she greets everyone. She realizes that the Human, Tunaria is looking rather pale and tired. “Tunaria...is there...are you sure you are fine?" Tunaria mutters quietly to no one in particular, “…haven't been fine for awhile now..." “Hmm...nausea?" She frowns at the seamstress. “Yes...." "Hmm...” she tilts her head”...Tunaria…” sets her sewing down and walks over to the Human and lays her hand on Tunaria's shoulder and speaks quietly, "Are you with child? You have been showing many of the signs of early pregnancy” She blinks then looks like she's either ready to burst into giggles or tears, one of the two. She steps back, she shakes her head, “You are..aren't you? But..that is wonderful!" "No. I'm not married to him and Noskire being a gentleman...no, I'm not" Dejenchri looks stunned for a second “Oh...then?" Tunaria shakes her head with a sad little smile, “If that was the case I'd be alot happier" "Then..can you not have children?" Dejenchri looks at her compassionately. I know Noskire is due to return soon...I do not think he would be too hurt if you can not carry." Tunaria does a cross between a hicup and a laugh before answering, "We don't know Dejen..we've never...we're not married" Dejenchri looks puzzled "But...what does that matter?" "He's a gentleman in every single way and he's Halasian to the bone. We'd be married before trying that" "Well..that's silly!" she exclaims, then looks slightly embarrassed by her outburst. "No, it means he's responsible...it means....it means he cares" Dejenchri shakes her head and mutters, “Humans...I do not understand them sometimes." "He wants them though, I think, someday. We were talking about the effects of where you grew up as children. He said..he said he didn’t want darkling kids playing with...with our children. If we had any." She smiles. Dejenchri nods and sighs, “I ... can see ...” her voice grows quiet, "his point at times...." "huh?" The human looks at her confused. Dejenchri chuckles softly and sadly, "Many people distrust Teir'Dal. For very good reason. I am not saying he is correct...only...I can see his point at times." "Noskire has extremely good reason and was once asked to be godfather to a child orphaned and brought to Qeynos..he declined and that child is grown now..in freeport" "He's been upset by his choice ever since but he has a deep, long dislike of them" Dejenchri nods and sighs "I think some are ok, like Nescia and so does he But still I’m glad I found out he maybe wants children SOME day..with me" Dejenchri looks slightly uncomfortable for a moment and then speaks softly enough where only Tunaria can hear. "This goes no farther..but...Nescia's mother is not Teir'Dal." She then speaks normally again. "But..he does not wish to raise his children where there might be Teir"dal children playing no?" "Not unless they are champion born.” And she gives the elf an odd kind of look. “And somehow I’m not surprised by Nescia's parentage. His father must have been the dark one then" She nods. “Yes." Tunaria smiles. “Well it does not matter anyways" "So..if not that...then...? Are you pining for Noskire?" "Yes and i think I’ve betrayed him horribly" The elf looks up a bit surprised, then eyes narrow, “Hmm... how?" She pulls form her pocket something small wrapped in a silk cloth. Dejenchri looks at it curiously "My conflicted heart gave way under the pressure of the only other person who’s ever held my heart, he'll never forgive me" The elf looks up from her, stunned. The green eyes dark with emotion, “ He....you...” her voice drops, “Virtue?" Tunaria unfolds it to reveal a diamond ring and says "Been ill ever since i got it. Haven't had the heart to even put it on" Dejenchri’s darkened green eyes turn even darker, almost black and she looks at the ring, face twisting and looks up at Tunaria, “I understand now." "I'm not gonna do it. I can't" "I can imagine naut Tunaria" "I was worried about hurting one, now both will be hurt and...and he'll never forgive me" "He might, then...he might naut" "If he does, I don't deserve it.” She scowls at the ring*" If possible, the Koada’Dal stands even straighter, starting to look fairly aloof, “Dos are swayed by dosst heart...." and then she shakes her head a second as if to clear it, “You are swayed by your heart. He wilt understand. Or naut" "Dejenchri i think I understand the concept of either he will...or he won't.” and a tear trails down her cheek. "I was stupid, completly totlaly...stupid" She looks down at the human, and for the first time ever seen in the Hall, her face twists into contempt. “Then..there is naut usstan shlu'ta telanth." Tunaria looks to the door then to Dejenchri “Ok now I know who yer wanting to kill but please tell me Inoso doesn’t know where the man lives too?" Dejenchri looks down at Tunaria, “Usstan xun naut zhaun, nor xun Usstan kyon." (continued on next post, this one is too big. Sorry all)

Alycs

07-02-2008, 01:15 PM

She turns on her heel and strides out of the Hall, contempt on her face, eyes blazing almost black in her pale face. Once outside of the Hall, the Koada’Dal, her eyes dark in her face, casts the spell that will wisk her home to Kelethin. Once there, she strides to her home and slams the door, startling the dog that has met her at the door. She snarls at him in Thexian to get out of her way and she throws her slippers across the room. The dog whines softly and he pads over and brings her the thrown slipper. Taking it, she pulls the slipper back on and snarls to the dog, “I’m going hunting.” And she slams the door on her way out. After many hours, her anger at the half Halasian paladin’s transgression not assuaged in the slightest, even though she’d deliberately hunted human and Halasian alike, she returns home. Her eyes narrow as she approaches her acorn. There, in the shadows past her door is a specter holding a rather annoyed, yet bright Arasai with a skeleton chattering away at the specter. They stop talking as she approaches and the Arasai squirms out of the specter’s arms and skips over to her. The Arasai curtsies to her and holds out something and chatters at her in Thexian. “One of my teachers bids me to bring this to you, yesyes. I am to make sure you get this so I do not get into trouble, oh nono! I do not wish that.” And she looks over her shoulder at the specter, Dejenchri recognizing him now as one of her old enemy’s minions. “You are from Likkorak no?” she replies in Thexian. The Arasai bobs her head, tendrils of yellow blonde hair bouncing as she does. “Yesyes. And now that I have done what I said I would. I am leaving! I do not like this place…it makes my chest hurt funny and she won’t shut up.” The Arasai skips away and off the platform, wings snapping out. Dejenchri can see that the wings are slightly malformed and the creature can’t glide too far. The specter nods his head at her and follows the Arasai. Sighing, Dejenchri unlocks her door, her anger not abated yet. Once inside, she unrolls the parchment, rather thin to be either human or calf. Snorting to herself, she guesses its probably Thexian in nature. Likkorak tends to enjoy hunting the creatures. She walks up the ramp to her desk as she reads it. “So, Diligence, he wishes to meet me in Darklight Woods eh? He says it has something to do with a deal Chai made with Kesk? I am curious, you know …if he truly intends to give me Virtue’s heart, as he says in this.” She rolls the parchment up and slides out of her clothes and into the dress she wears as D’Jenchla. Padding barefoot down the ramp, she picks up the mask and sighs. Reluctantly, the elf raises the mask to her face and shimmers as it changes her into a Teir’Dal with bright red hair. Taking a single stone from a hanging back, she chants the spell needed to use the magic of the spires to take her to the commonlands. Once there, she makes her way to the place he asked to meet her. "Thank you for meeting me." The Iksar literally towers over the supposed Tier'Dal. Dejenchri as D’Jenchla looks up at him arrogantly. "You know my true power...do not test me lizard." "That is Iksar to you." He sneers. "Iksar, lizard...there is a difference old enemy?" "Plenty of a difference you foolish soft-skins are too arrogant to see." D’Jenchla snorts and nods. "True, though I am rather ... angry ... at this time." The Iksar nods. "I know. I have... informants.. everywhere." "I am sure you do. By the way, that little ... bug ... is rather rabid." "Indeed... but she has her uses." "Xas...so she does" The Iksar removes his helm “Odd to see your face." "Sometimes it is the first thing to go. Therefore, I tend to keep it covered unconsciously. "Xas...true. I try to naut let them get close enough to get to my head" "That is a wise idea." "Well...I have not lived to my age without SOME wisdom." she mutters under her breath. "Likewise..." "So...the heart of that ... “ she spits the word, “... PALADIN...." the pain of it showing in every motion and nuance, though she can’t see that. Likkorak’s maw twists into what seems to be a grin. "What would you like done with it." "I want it....ripped out of his chest, put into a box and brought to me." She cries out, “Just as he hath done to MY heart." Likkorak nods. "As you ask, so shall you recieve." "He has asked to ... wed ... another." Likkorak shudders. "Even we Iksar know better than to coerce one and wed another...." "That rothe must have been courting HER whilst he was still with me!" "it is a possibility." "He used me." "And, I will say this, perhaps he was still simply fanatical about the human." The disguised elf snorts. "The result is the same...his words lies" The Iksar nods at her "From what I have seen, yes." "He must die for his betrayal." "Traitors of the heart must indeed suffer.... I know I have..." "I would have his heart in a box if I can naut have it for all times.” Something inside of her starts screaming at her, but her back begins to burn hideously and the voice is drowned out by pain. "Then...your payment old enemy?" "Would you care for it to be preserved?" "Nau...I plan on roasting it and serving it to that....human...he loves." "Ah... quite a macabre mind." He grins twistedly. "I did naut live in Neriak all those years without being ... changed...some." "Understandable..." She sighs and shakes her head, her black on black eyes lightening some. "I ... am still undecided if I wilt return there." "Matters of the heart are the most troublesome, that is true." She nods once. "Xas..they are. It would have been simpler had I stayed in Neriak." "In time, the fog will lift and your path will be revealed." Something about his words twist her insides. "I would have met that rothe on the battlefield instead." "Now.. as for payment..." She looks at the Iksar intently. "Your payment old enemy?" "I wish to capture the paladin alive." She nods. "To torture his body and soul as I see fit." "I have no qualms." She says as her back burns worse to drown out a quiet voice as it tries to scream louder and she smiles evilly. "Experiment, etcetera." "Oh...delicious! I would be there when you do this." She says, "I would see him pay for the pain he hath put me through." "As you wish. I am sure you would enjoy witnessing his downfall" she simply nods. "I would see him Tainted with the Father's touch as I am." "Ah, but the Father's touch I am no good with.. my Touch... is Fear. He shall Fear ever knowing you..." "Hmmmm....he fears already....it would be good to bring that to the fore." "Ever laying eyes upon you.." She nods once. "Good, this is agreeable." "Ever touching you and all of the above... if he does not... then Cazic Himself shall." She nods once. "Then...it is agreed." "And then, once the body is deceased and his soul sacrificed to my Lord... you shall have your heart in a box.. along with a nice recipe." Likkorak grins evilly. "Oh..wonderful" and she grins, “I had planned on asking Aeviel for one."Or even fixing it for me..." Likkorak takes out his staff, sticking it into the ground, the staff swirls with powerful dark energies. "She hath ever been instisting I belong to Freeport." "Aye..." She pulls a short blade from a hidden sheath, black and vicious looking. "A necromancer's pact. I am sure you know the requirements." She nicks the palm of her left hand and polls some blood into her hand and holds out her hand, not splling a drop. "Xas, Nehotep taught me much of his craft." "Your duty will be to lure him into an attackable position... while I continue with the desecration. If either fails..." "Now touch the staff... and our fates will be sealed... and his." She sets the palm of her hand on his staff, trying to not wince in pain at the sealing of the pact. His staff explodes into a torrent of dark energies, the blood being absorbed into the dark, twisted wood. The two's souls will have a mark felt upon them soon after. "It is complete." She nods, trying to ignore the pain tearing through her back. "Xas." She says simply as she pulls her hand from the staff and smiles at the blackend scar, the voice inside her mind whimpering quietly. Likkorak sheathes his staff, nodding. "The deed is done, and many more will follow. Watch yourself from now on... that mark may be visible to others..especially when you let your dark side take over.." She slides the blade back into it's hidden sheath. "It wilt be visible to the fury I currently bed." Likkorak taps his forehead. "He shares a taint of the Father...one he took from me in an act of ... kindness." Likkorak nods. "Though I technically have a mate, I tend to not let my heart be involved." "He is naut my mate." The small voice rejoices that she’s not totally lost, that she works to protect Nescia. "I know of this.. and your struggle." "I have tried to love him. Yet, this xsa'us Koada'Dal heart of mine...." she nods at his words. "This doth naut surprise me." "Tunare's children are all marked in a way." She snorts and nods. "An it hath ever found a way to ... hurt ... me" Likkorak nods and puts the familiar mask over his face, then his form shimmers into that of a Koada’Dal. She glares at him, eyes narrowed. "And now, we must depart. I have.. tasks to attend to." She nods, "An...I should return to my loom and be the ever dutiful Master Tailor" "Dutiful until the end." She snorts and nods. "As the Mother made me." "Aye..." She finally gives in and rubs at her eyes in frustration at the irritation of the mask, some something else that threatens to make her cry. "Faugh..this mask makes my eyes itch! Give High Priestess Aeviel my regards. My daughter as well no?" "I shall do so." "Tell her that her letter is overdue." He smirks. "Of course." She watches him leave. "Gah..now to home...and out of this blasted mask!" she calls forth the energies to fly her home again. Once inside her home, feeling something repugnant in the main room but she can’t place it, she tosses the mask onto the couch closest to the door. She walks up the ramp and sits at her desk to write in her journal. She then throws herself in bed and falls asleep, unaware that Diligence is whining at her or that while she sleeps, tears roll down her face as something cries inside of her.

niko_teen

07-03-2008, 03:23 PM

Well I've stared reading and plan to move the rest of the way through. Sorry but I'm a slow reader and busy ATM. i like to digest what I'm reading before continueing. But with that said I'm enjoying what I've read so far and will provide you with some real feedback once I'd had a chance to finish what has been posted.By no means stop to let me get caught up though. Keep at it <img src="http://forums.station.sony.com/eq2/images/smilies/283a16da79f3aa23fe1025c96295f04f.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" width="15" height="15" />

Alycs

07-03-2008, 04:02 PM

Virtue strode into the Hall, stopping momentarily to let his eyes adjust to the dimness of the interior. His legs still felt a little shaky, as if the planks of the ship he had spent the better part of a year on still moved beneath his feet. He tried to move naturally, hoping he did not list to one side as he moved across the level, unwavering floor. He greeted his fellow Champions in the Hall as was his way. Smiling and nodding at those present. Noticing a few new faces about, and some much more familiar. He had returned with a sound purpose, his mind and heart no longer in conflict within him. He sought to regain the hand of the one woman he had, truthfully, always loved, even though that love had hidden itself from even him at times; Tunaria. Dejenchri sat on a seat, weaving or knitting some article as she had always done. He noted a frailty in one hand, but made no mention of it. His thoughts dwelled mostly upon the goal of regaining the trust, and then the hand, of Tunaria Silverleaf. It had been ordained, and now after a year of trying to lose himself in the trackless Seas, he was determined to make everything right.

Alycs

07-03-2008, 04:03 PM

Tunaria had been upset that night. People had been telling her she must be looking forward to Noskire's return, he was such a nice, guy, she was so lucky...and it had all be gnawing away at her concious. But later after Dejen had stormed from the hall looking like she was ready to murder someone, the conjuror had wandered home. And there had been Virtue lying partially awake upstairs. She explained how he felt but he'd assured her that he'd take care of everything. His final words before she'd fallen asleep herself were that they would be together forever. At that moment all her doubts ceased. She'd marry Virtue and live a long happy life with him no matter what. She smiled as she drifted off, all her worries gone, replaced by a happy content feeling. This was right.

Alycs

07-03-2008, 04:03 PM

Waking the next day, she can’t see the scar on her hand, though she can feel it, especially when she picks up the shuttle to her loom to work on some fabric for more clothes for the orphans. She manages the throw from her right to her left, but her left drops the shuttle. When she picks it up, it seems too heavy. When she throws it to the right, it barely makes it past a few of the warp threads. Sighing, she leaves the shuttle there, no sense in trying to fix it now.She pads back up to her study and pulls down books and looks them over, something horrible in the back of her mind whispering to her, though she can’t hear it. Diligence doesn’t leave her side, constantly nuzzling her left hand and whining. The trio of cats unusually close to her, to the point of twining around her feet. Finally annoyed, she throws the book across her study.“Enough you four! Leave me be!” she yells at them in Thexian. She stands and grabs her bag of sewing and casts a translocation spell to Antonica, then goes to Qeynos. Mayhaps she’ll get some peace in the Guild Hall!!The Koada’Dal walks into the Guild Hall, her posture perfectly erect, her face arrogant and closed off, her normally forest green eyes dark."Greetings Dejenchri." Comes Virtue’s voice. His voice rips through her like lightening.“Greetings." Is her only word as she fights down the emotion trying to tear itself from her chest. She can barely hear the words that flow from the others through the rushing in her ears."Hail Dejenchri" speaks the Paladin Solwen.She nods at him, “Greetings Paladin.” And she hears Virtue’s voice again, tearing through her mind and her heart. ‘He’s always loved Tunaria, he used you as he’s used every woman he’s dallied with’ comes that dark voice as her back burns like a fire."Is something amiss Seamstress?” and she sees him looking at her concerned. Something inside her melts from the night before and she answers him."Hmmm...yes..there is aught amiss." And the scar on her hand flares in pain. He looks at her confused and she tries to not loose herself in those blue eyes of his."Really?" is all he askes. And the anger flares in her."Xas..really.""Care to elaborate?” he asks her, still looking puzzled, but a slight blush has gained his cheeks and he looks startled as Dejenchri begins speaking, “Now see here woman!" because she starts speaking Thexian fairly angrily to Virtue, to angry to realize she’s slipped into insulting him in that tongue.She shakes her head, “Nau...YOU see here...You...you...rothe!"She barely registers the monk that walks in as she speaks."Good afternoon friends"Dejenchri turns and glares at Luinil for a moment then turns back to Virtue, anger not letting her hear much else than the man in front of her“You have no cause to spew that foul language, nor make such accusations against me in these Halls.""I can an I do. Did you or did you naut tell me on several occasions you loved me?""Yes, and may not a person who has been through what I have been through mistake their feelings at times? Twas honest, what I felt for you, but it was clouded by the heartache of my Past. You know this." And a little piece in Dejenchri twists uncomfortably as it tries to pry through the anger, to bring her out of it. "Regardless, the division betwixt us was brought about primarily by your past, and the Order of Mithaniel which I serve."The anger flares at the mention of his Order and her past, guilt for ever having left Qeynos in the first place all those years ago flows through her. ‘He uses this against you. He lies. He only wished your body, never your heart. He used you.’ That dark voice fills her mind. She can only shake her head, still too angry to speak, left hand clenched to keep the scar hidden."You were a bright fire in a darkened world when I returned, heartbroken, from the frozen wastes where I had reclaimed my mind from it's madness." And the anger loosens it’s hold on her for a brief second and she can hear as Solwen sighs and speaks to himself about a poor paladin tangled into more lovestories that a sane men can handle and then Virtue continues to speak, causing the anger to flare again."And even as my Order was denouncing my choice of you, I knew their words held a Truth greater than even they suspected. And so I took to the Sea, venturing into uncharted waters and lands, seeking what was missing in myself."She stands up straighter, “This I doubt Virtue.""I returned here with the answer, and to find that missing piece of me which has plagued me since I turned my back on the Fate the Gods themselves decreed for me and Fell from Grace for a time.""My heart has been abused sorely. An I truly regret ever returning to Qeynos." The realization slams into her after she opens her mouth to say that. She did regret returning to Qeynos, but why, she honestly did not understand. "Lady, don't say that" cries out LuinilDejenchri turns to Luinil, “Why? It is truth.""Escuse me if i dare to say you this fellow paladin but if i understand well, you had, have and will have a love story with all the champion's women, right ?" asks Solwen to Virtue."I begged your forgiveness. My intent was obviously not malicious or designed to hurt you. It is a shared pain Lady Dejenchri. Not forgotten. But I cannot but be what I am." "Don't we mean anything to you; Dejenchri?"So many voices coming at her, it’s hard to keep the anger … ‘You don’t belong here. You’re tainted. You have done so many evil things in your life..’ comes the voice inside her.Virtue glares at Solwen.“ I have loved good sir. Poorly as is a young man's tragedy. But I have returned to follow the Path set out for me by Mithaniel, my Heart, and the Vow I made to my Mother.""I do naut think you know my pain Virtue. An xas Luinil. Yet, right now ... ""Do not speak this wretched language where i am here Dejenchri" Solwen requests of her."I wilt try to remember Paladin." She says slightly distracted. "I spoke that language for many decades. It is as natural to me as Koada'Dal, more so, especially after my recent assignments for the Concordium.""I think you are wrong Dejenchri. I know it well. I share it. It was a mistake, as you often said to me, for a human to attempt a relation with one of the longer lived races." Virtue’s voice fills her ears again, so she barely hears Solwen’s response. "I do not want to be rude and i don t mean it Lady Dejenchri but it s natural for me to remove the tongues of those who speak this "language" he says "From their dead body” "Virtue, may I ask what that vow you made to your mother was?" Luinil asks Virtue."I swore to marry the lady Tunaria Silverleaf, which through the vision she appeared to me in, would aid in the restoration of our Clan, and the eventual reclamation of Halas. Mithaniels People..." he speaks. He almost looks wistful Dejenchri thinks to herself.“If you recall, I am half-Halasian form my mother.""Yes, you should have never ... involved ... yourself with someone other than Tunaria." Then she turns back to Solwen for a brief moment. "And I wilt try to not take offense Paladin.""You should have stayed true to your word Virtue. You should have left my heart alone." ‘An maybe I could be free to love someone. But no, I am tainted ground, what he sees in me I shalt not understand.’ And the dark voice rises again, though it can tell it’s losing ground."My path is clear and open before me Dejenchri. I humbly apologize for not taking our past, and your feelings, into account upon my return.""I try to forget my love for you....I try an take Tunaria's sage advice. Yet, I AM a First Born. Our love ... and our Hatred ... burns longer than you ephemeral races." "I thought you were with Halisstra Virtue” Solwen says and then suddenly puts his hand on his mouth"He had been." Dejenchri replies, her mind filled with amusement at the poor fellow."Apparently.” Virtue replies to Dejenchri. He then places both hands over his heart and bows, opening his arms, to Dejenchri. , "Aye Solwen. Halisstra and I shared many adventures. While a mutual bond and respect was gained therein, I would not call it love. And she is pledged to our own Raeyzej now."Dejenchri looks at the arms, dark eyes slightly lightening, then pulls her left hand to her in pain and shakes her head, eyes darkening again. “I ... wilt not ... let my heart ...win again." She says, though all she wants to do is be held by those arms again, the pain of the pact slicing through her like a knife."You asked me to release you from your Vow. “"It only allowed me to wed Virtue. My heart is not freed easily. Or do you not remember...” she sighs, “No, I wilt not bring that here. It took a great many years for me to finally free my heart from Nehotep. Do not expect any less.""Oh aye, I remember.” His eyes cloud for a moment. “I am a naive child compared to the elven races Lady. I have only seen that of late. We humans do not have the years to ponder our hearts and minds."Dejenchri massages her hand. The anger she feels is starting to lose a hold on her and begins to regret the pact, question even how angry she had been, she truly did not Hate Virtue, yet … “An I, one who has learned to not love, to not trust my heart. Or the pretty words of a male.""Tunaria is human, my boyhood sweetheart, and we share the same goal in our short span of life. I fought Fate, and lost much of myself, as well as hurting you. My circle is closing now, and I will endeavor to make all right by my Vow ...Should the Lady Tunaria accept."Dejenchri snorts and mutters under her breath “You should not have asked her. Or at least spoken with Sir Noskire first!" she continues angrily, the pain building in her hand. "Now the poor girl is confused to the point of nausea. I thought she was with child!" "Noskire and I spoke on this matter some time ago. He knew where I stood. It is difficult to ask permission of one who has not been seen"Dejenchri barely realizes that Luinil is speaking, her hand burning as brightly as her back. ‘Tunare, where is Nescia? What am I doing?’ she cries out to herself.“I wont express my thoughts about this, because it doesn't concerm me, But just be glad that Haleth isn't around. Tunaria is one of her best friends, and she wouldn't like her to get hurt.""Luinil, you and Haleth both have my word that I have sifted through my entire being seeking the answer to the emptiness I have felt for so long. It is Tunaria. With her, I am complete." Virtue reassures Luinil"Not seen, yet not gone. And now...more wilt be hurt. Tunaria is already confused. Should she choose you over Noskire...I do not wish to think of how HE wilt feel."She can barely hear the Fae as he says “Greetings everyone""She is confused because she over-estimates Noskire's reaction to the news. As I said, he and I spoke of this." "Should she choose Noskire...wilt you leave her be? I doubt it." "There you are wrong Dejenchri. I WILL leave her be. Noskire is a good man, and a better Sword-brother to me." And she knows this is the truth, yet something inside of her screams of his lies and transgressions. She mutters something unintelligble but "I came back to fulfill this destiny. Choose me or no, Tunaria will never have to worry about me again. Filanius, Songflower” He then turns to each and bows respectfully.She shakes her head and massages her hand, for the pain was almost unimaginable by now. “ I ...” she sighs quietly and turns away, unable to think. She nods at the Paladin Solwen, though she did not hear what he said.She turns her dark eyes to Virtue and speaks quietly, for only him to hear. "It takes love to Hate...and right now, I Hate.""That, I believe, has more to do with the darkness lurking inside you than our actions. You should not have taken that harm from Inoso."She shakes her head at his words "It started before then l...Virtue. It started far earlier than then"I understand that, but you were on a path of healing when you decided to take the darkness was Inoso's burden to bear. Please do not bring that darkness to Tunaria's world. I would that she was ever-happy. It is to be a redemption of sorts. I know I cannot make up to you for what has happend, but I trust in your elven wisdom to see that you were not misled or betrayed by me."His words slap her. She really was not angry at the girl, she’d seen the indecision the poor child dealt with in her life. She was sure only of her magic and she’s come to learn more of Humankind since this thing with Virtue exploded. She shakes her head slowly, face becoming paler than usual as she begins to truly regret the pact and start trying to find a way to redeem herself.“Dejen, are you alright?" comes Luinil’s voice"My elven wisdom....is influenced by other than Tunare Virtue." She shakes her head slowly, eyes still on Virtue. “No Lady Monk...I am not. I ... need to ...” and she holds her left hand even tighter closed and to her chest. “ ... need to leave."Virtue nods, a brief look of sadness darkens his ice-blue eyes to the color of a stormy sea. Tunare how she could loose herself in his eyes! “ I know "Dejenchri turns away from Virtue, her mind reeling as slowly the Hatred begins to recede. “Oh..no...you do not know.""Dejenchri, before you retire, is there something I can possible do to aid your malady?” and he eyes her left hand meaningfully. She shakes her head slowly, for she knows just how much trouble she has caused.“No Virtue. I fear I've ...”She sighs and drops her voice, "I ... committed myself to an action that has great repercussions." And she offers him her hand. He sighs.“Again?” He chuckles, but with severity and genuine concern, “And I thought we humans were rash."She up at him, green eyes lighter, he could always calm her."I .. made a deal with ... an old enemy." She says as he takes the offered hand and his head snaps back with the concussive force of blue divine light as he draws upon the power of Mithaniel, probinig the pain within her.The pain flares too much for her to bear and she collapses as the light goes through her, a scream of soul rending agony ripping from her mouth. She is drawn into herself and into eternity. She knows that she will die if he breaks the bonds holding her to that lizard and is very glad it was not Ambrose that was here.‘You are mine child. You have been mine for so very long. Return home to me girl’ And she’s plunged into a maelstrom of pain and agony until a soft blue hand holds her still, draws her forth from the pain and anger and Hate. And her eyelids snap open showing black on black eyes and a blank stare, her mind still not fully there, until she looks up and growls slightly. “Do. Not. Do. That. again Paladin. It hurts."She can remember hearing Virtue ask something, but she is unsure what."I wilt nau..not...leave. Though, I am hard pressed to be civil.” "Yes, well, I will seek out the information I need to rectify this, “ and he frowns, “choice she has made. I shall return later."Dejenchri stands and walks to a couch, tucks her legs under her and closes her eyes, falling into a meditative trance, trying to deal with the conflict raging inside of her. The Lady Monk not far from her, she continues to meditate, though she can feel the blue presence that is Virtue leave from the Hall. How long she is like that, she doesn’t know until the grating voice of that … that … Froglok comes across her nerves. Her eyes open to show black on black. “Cease your nonesence..." she begins and then sees the large bats. Her eyes open widee as she is surrounded by bats that appear in the room and she tries to struggle, tries to cast because she can feel the magic of a teleport spell building up and she can’t"Noooo!!!! [Removed for Content] you!" is all she can scream as the spell pulls her from the Guild Hall and she looses conciousness.

Alycs

07-03-2008, 04:04 PM

"Hehehe.... I was wondering when you would call upon me again, lizard.""That's IKSAR, you insignificant insect...""Insect? Bleh.""Now, do what you are told."Likkorak glared into his altar to Cazic-Thule, the eyes on the skull of the altar glowing a reddish color. He was communicating with someone else through the altar. The light flashed once, and vanished, communications having been broken. He reached a claw up to his temple, massaging it as he thought to himself."Matters of the heart lead to the ruin of sentient beings... let us see what advantages we can make of this before she ruins me, first... if that pact is broken we both perish... but at the rate I am foreseeing things... my end may not be affected at all."A gnarled smile creeps across his maw as he waves his hands around in intricate patterns, large bats forming out of the shadows around him."Succumb or die... what is your choice..."

Alycs

07-03-2008, 04:04 PM

Luinil had never seen Dejenchri in that state. She had never seen something like this. Even though she was a Wood Elf, a Feir'Dal, she was young and had been busy most of the time training as a monk, and working at the Lion's Mane on her free time.Luinil sat not far from Dejenchri, Virtue had asked her to keep an eye on her, while he was away. She didn't like the task set upon her, but Dejenchri was her friend and a fellow Champion, so she would do her best. She could feel that Dejenchri wasn't comfortable with the little monk staring at her.Suddenly, a myst started to flow around Dejenchri, turning into bats. Luinil sprang to her feet and started punching and kicking the bats, but this didn't seem to do any effect on them. In a few seconds, Dejenchri had dissappeared, and the little monk hadn't been able to do anything about it.

Alycs

07-03-2008, 04:05 PM

Nescia: "Has anyone seen Lady Dejenchri as of late?"Aros: "Nay, I have not ...."Lanari: "It doesn’t look good Nescia… Her place was ransacked and she hasn't been seen in a couple days."Nescia: "I’m going to pay a visit to her place."Elijaah: "Can I be of service M'lady?"Lanari: "None as of this moment my friend. We are still finding out further details on her disappearance."Nescia walks in and finds her place not as it normally is. Her plants withered and dieing, In need of Tunare's touch. Her shrine of Tunare defaced from its once normal look. Slowly he makes his way upstairs to look for what could be the cause.Nothing seems to spark any clue as to why until he finds an open journal with a freshly written passage. As he reads over it he feels himself become enraged then worried for her safety as he learns of what may have taken place.Nescia journeys back to the Guild halls with the journal in his hand, grasping at it tightly.Nescia: "She is in Freeport."Aros raises an eyebrow as Nescia places the Journal onto the table.Lanari: "So that’s why she took her guise of the deceiver! She left on her own free will?"Nescia: "I do not think so, not without a word to me at least. I think necromancy may be involved”Lanari: "Necromancy? How so?"Nescia translates a Thexian passage aloud"I finally finished hunting and was returning home to Kelethin, only to find a rather disturbing creature, a specter, standing outside of my door, holding of all things, an Arasai dressed in blue. She only told me that her Master Likkorak bid her to bring to me a letter and she handed a rolled scroll to me an then looked at the spectre and told him they could go home now. They disappeared, to my surprise. This scroll was made of skin of some sort...not parchment. I suspicion it is made from Teir'Dal skin, knowing this particular Iksar. Written upon it was a summons to Darklight Woods for a meeting, an old debt."Lanari: "A debt? This could be worse than I feared. Do you think we should send a party to Darklight Woods immediately? I'm sure she is no longer there but maybe we could persuade a few guards to tell us what they might have seen."Nescia turns and walks from the halls engulfed in the flames of Innoruuk once more as he makes his way towards Neriak.As he arrives in the woods he looks around then spots a warg mounted sentry. Nescia makes his way towards him slowly, anger and hate swirling around him in a green flame.Sentry: So you return to a life of hate do you? Do you not remember you were thrown from this city long ago?Nescia reaches up and grabs the collar of the zealous sentry. He throws the sentry from his saddle to the ground, a slight smirk on his face as he does it. The warg turns and snarls seconds before it is rooted in place, unable to defend its rider or itself.Nescia: What do you know of a meeting here involving a Necromancer and a Koada’Dal?Sentry: I don’t know anything!Nescia: Lies…A small lightning bolts strikes the sentries leg, leaving the cloth in his armor smoldering.Sentry: Ahh! Are you crazy?!Nescia: Tell me…Sentry: No….No Koada’Dal but there was a sly looking Iksar here, robed like a Necromancer. He….he met up with a Red haired Tier’Dal. They…they discussed a offering.Nescia: His name… what is it.The smoldering wound begins to burn as the flame slowly runs up his leg.Sentry: Li…Likkorak! Now put me out!Nescia grins as he lets go of his collar, the sentries head falling to the ground. As soon as Nescia turns the flame disappears.Nescia: My thanks…Swiftly he makes his way towards the City of Hate.

Alycs

07-04-2008, 04:28 PM

Lanari sat at her usual table in the Lionsmane letting her mind run over the nights discoveries. How could that wizard let herself get into so much trouble, she thought while absent mindedly using a clean white cloth to polish a couple jewels she had been working on earlier. A Koada'dal getting herself indebted to a necromancer! Lanari shook her head trying to clear her disturbed mind. Alas, I cannot help but hope for her safety and pray we find her soon.

Alycs

07-04-2008, 04:28 PM

As he walks through Neriak, people stop and stare. A face they have not seem for some time, nor that did they think they would ever again. As he continues to walk the streets attention has been called of his arrival. Several heavily armed guards rush at him only to see Nescia disappear before their eyes.In the next district a Citizenship Registrar continues his daily chores.Registrar: Oh my this is bad.... these files are all out of sync! That good for nothing boy, should have never hired him to clean this place...Nescia appears before him, the hate and anger of Innoruuk pouring from his body as he reaches out grabbing the registrar.Nescia: Likkorak. Where does he live?The frightened registrar quivers as Nescia's stare penetrates anything he has to resist answering the question.Registrar: F....F.....Freeport my lord....I.... i...i...can find out where exactly if you wish...Nescia stands there calm and collected as he places him back on the ground.As the registrar scuffles away to find out where the sound of wargs can be heard riding up to the office. Nescia rolls his eyes then quickly slips away into the shadows...

Alycs

07-04-2008, 04:29 PM

A shadow passes in front of Nescia quickly. It turns its head slightly to reveal a green, scaled snout. It smirks, then vanishes as quickly as it came.

Alycs

07-04-2008, 04:29 PM

Nescia narrows his eyes as the form dissapears. he stands there silently for a second pondering the figure that just showed up. Quickly he brings his thoughts back and steps through a portal leading back to Antonica.As Nescia makes his way home he remembers the image of the person who stood before him, the signature cap of the Necromancer, scaled tail, fire in his eyes. Likkorak....

Alycs

07-04-2008, 04:29 PM

LATER THAT DAYAjleya fold a letter and head to the Norrathian Express post box.Nescia: "Ajleya, we will be conduction a search party for Dejenchri sometime soon, it would be good to have you with us for it"Ajleya’s eyes widen as she drops the letter into the post box.Ajleya: "Search party? What’s going on?"She narrows her eyes and looks at everyone for a few moments.Ajleya: “Where is she?”Nescia: "She has been kidnapped and taken to Freeport"Ajleya: “What ... but ho... wha... why did no one tell me!"Luinil pouts as she hears his words.Nescia: "I have not seen you in the hall as of late my friend, otherwise I would have"Ajleya: "Oh my Freeport ... I can't believe it! Who kidnapped her?"Ajleya begins to pace back and forth with concern.Nescia: "A Necromancer named Likkorak"Ajleya stops all of a sudden, narrowing her eyes again.Ajleya: “Who did you say?.... Say that name again?"Nescia: "Likkorak. The problem is, he is a Shadow Guardian. Where there is one there is sure to be more"Ajleya: "Likkorak ... Likkorak ... where did I hear that name before?"Ajleya suddenly turns back around, her eyes wide open as she looks at Nescia.Ajleya: "I know where he lives ... unless he moved"Nescia: "All I know is he is in Freeport, I was chased out of Neriak before I learnt his location"Ajleya: "I was in his house, that is where I was held when I was taken to Freeport myself!"Nescia: "Are you sure?"Ajleya: "I am almost absolutely certain, but only Eph can tell us if I am really right"Nescia: "Hmm... we should have a talk with him then"Nescia sits and thinks to himself as Ephoak walks into the hall.Ajleya: "Eph! We were just talking about you.She walks over to hug Ephoak as he blinks curiously returning the hug.Ephoak: “What about?"Ajleya: "Back in Freeport, didn't you ... umm wasn't it Likkorak's home we were staying at?"Ephoak falls silent at the mention of that name.Ajleya: "Please Eph, this is important. Likkorak has taken Dejenchri to Freeport!"Ephoak: "...I know where Likkorak is, indeed."Nescia: "Where?!"Ephoak: "He lives in North Freeport.."Nescia: “Then going underground... that’s our passage into Freeport to avoid prying eyes?"Ephoak nods slowlyNescia: "Where can we find his house in Northern Freeport?"Ephoak: "It is by the easter gates... the middle apartments"Ajleya: "Well, I hope I might be able to be off use. Even if it is only to show where his home is. I suppose the letter I wrote to her is a waste of parchment now…I really hope she is okay"Nescia sighs heavily as Ephoak walks over and comforts Ajleya.Ajleya: "She is strong though"Ephoak: "Even the best of us can fall to darkness..."Ajleya: "What ... what do you mean? What did she do?"Nescia: "She went to the Necromancer to spite a champion"Ajleya: "She went to Likkorak? To spite a champion? Who?"Nescia: "What does it matter"Ajleya: "I suppose nothing"Nescia gets to his feet, pacing the hall slowly in frustration and worry.Ajleya: "This doesn't sound like Dejen at all ... is she held there against her will?"Nescia: "We believe so."

Alycs

07-04-2008, 04:30 PM

The Koada'dal looked at those around her in stun, where had they come from? They wore the heraldy of Firiona Vie's Champions but they were addressing her. She only knew a few from the Champions by sight, and none of these were them. And they knew her, which was odd in itself. But then they were treating her as if she were one of them.Before she could gather her thoughts, she realized she was underground. She'd never been in the Down Below, but she was rather sure this was not it. And, she wasn't wearing anything but her undergarments. How did she get from her home to her and she realized her clothes stank badly, as if something dead had been in them for a long time. And her skin felt disgusting.They were telling her they were there to rescue her. Finally, someone, a kind woman, handed her a blanket. Only to become surrounded by the Enemy.She knew that those who were the Champions would be hurt and then she felt the blade enter her back as she screamed in pain and dismay. The Queen's spells of protection should have kept her safe! This should not be happening! Why? What was going on? She could only watch as they fell one by one, her own wound bleeding quickly as the blades entered her again, the Ayr'Dal taking glee at he puzzlement.Then she feels the healing of Tunare fill her and they wisk her away. So confusing. And the Teir'Dal male with them looking at her with such care in his eyes. Who is he?They finally make it back to Qeynos safely and she speaks with the banker. Siskiyou and Nescia still with her as the rest rally to hunt the Enemy. So many boxes with things in them. And such lovely dresses. And made by her?Siskiyou and Nescia were telling her that much time had passed, but, she could remember freshly her new certification as a Tailor. She could remember leaving her mothers house after the fight over her lack of progress at the Concordium and moving into the Baubleshire to be near her friends Muffye, Buffye and Fluffye.They were gone, missing or dead.Nescia took her back to her home in Kelethin, when was it rediscovered? When did she move? Why?Once there, Nescia gives her a bound book and tells her it's her journal. After talking for some time, he leaves to allow her time to read.Eventually, Dejenchri becomes disgusted and throws the book across the room to sleep, dreams filled with odd things. A baby's cry, a touch of a dark hand on her hair, the pain of something twisting in her back, the terror towards an Iksar. Finally, the Koada'Dal settles into a calm sleep.

Alycs

07-04-2008, 04:31 PM

Siskiyou entered her house late that night. As she entered she could smell the dank smell of the sewer still clinging to her robe and as she changed to her town clothes she thought about the events of the day.Working on a tip, the group was making it's way to North Freeport when they found Dejenchri's lifeless body near the grate to the town above. Siskiyou had tried at least twice to revive her, as did the other healers. Finally a combination of their efforts succeeded. Just as they turned to leave the Shadow Guard was upon them. The fight was not pretty ... she preferred not to think of it ...Later at the bank Siskiyou and Nescia had to convince Dejenchri that she was safe and that Nescia was indeed her friend ... the tailor thought that she had just completed her studies and was still living at her humble apartment she had when she was younger. Then Siskiyou was called away to help in the jungle and left Dejenchri in Nescia's care.Taking her robe to the basement, she pondered the horrors that would lead to such a loss of memory. It could have been caused by a couple of things ... anguish from witnessing something unbearable, or, Siskiyou shuddered to think of it, some deep dark magic that was used only for torture.Oh Dejenchri, what is trapped inside of you mind .. and what will you do when it comes to the surface ...

Alycs

07-04-2008, 04:31 PM

Likkorak pondered himself in his mirror at his home, his robes full of holes and covered in a blood-like substance. He took his robes off, revealing several deep blade wounds that should have been the end of him."Hmph.... and this one was fresh, too."Heading down into his experimental chamber, he walked over to many stacked coffins. Reaching down and pulling one out, he brought it over to a large table in the corner. Motioning to Torsis, the spectre opened the coffin, revealing a freshly-deceased preserved body of an iksar... or what appeared to be."Hm... this one died of heart failure... amusing, considering recent circumstances. Proceed, Torsis."The spectre nodded, lifting up the body, revealing a long opening in the back and around the tail, nothing more inside of the body and tail than muscle. The body had been hollowed out.. no internal organs, no bone. Likkorak turned around, revealing a series of stitchwork down his back. Muttering a few spells, his skin seemed to peel off like a suit, leaving a skeleton with many ancient runes in the bone... runes similar to those found in Kunark, but different. The Sebilisian symbol was carved into his skull. Likkorak stepped into the suit held by Torsis, and the servant produced an enchanted needle and thread, sewing up the skin. As soon as the stitching was done, Likkorak's new skin began to glow and change its shape, becoming less frail, and more filled. Likkorak's normal scale color flooded across the skin, and his pink-and-yellow eyes appeared in their respective place. From a glance, it would be difficult to assume that Likkorak was a caster of any sort, for he was beyond frail."Feh, Torsis, get rid of that old one. The usual burial of emperors. He served well. And don't forget to sew up my old robes."He walked to a closet in the front part of hims home, withdrawing a fresh robe from it, putting it on over his thick frame. Eyeing himself again in the mirror to make sure that the stitchwork was done properly, he nodded, smirking to himself."I do hope the 'Champions' enjoyed my little gift I left to them... memory-twisting of the soul is my specialty... it cannot be reversed."

Alycs

07-04-2008, 04:32 PM

Too many people, too long away from the enclosed safety of her acorn rooms had Dejenchri on edge. But she needed to do this. She needed to BE with others. She was unused to being so afraid all the time. She had never been so scared that she could ever remember.So, she sat and she watched and slowly started learning everyones names again. She could see why Ajleya had been her best friend. She wasn't like Fluffye in temperament, but she was very nice. Dejen was already liking her. So many people, too many people. It was sweet of Dioji to state she would get all her memories back. Same with Siskiyou. Maybe she would. Then she wouldn't have to worry about asking everyone's names. Or having to go back through her pattern books for the clothes she was asked to make. That would be nice."Ah here is some interesting news." Dejenchri looks up at Raeyzej, his voice pulling her out of her reverie by the tone, and she becomes cold. "Dejenchri hires a necromancer to kill Virtue. Now don't quote me on this... I could very well be wrong... But last time I checked, that sort of thing was illegal in this guild... "Dejenchri becomes pale and curls up, tucking her knees under her chin and wrapping her arms around her legs, then nods, fear in her face. She knew that she would have to pay for what she tried to do, even if she couldn't remember it."She..I..that is...yes sir...""But I think I am right about that... me being a councilor and all... that'd mean i'm well versed in the laws of the Champions." Raeyzej continues, "Care to share your side of the story?""I.." Dejenchri tries to not cry and manages to blink back the tears ".. don't remember sir. My..my journal said I did such a thing. ""You don't remember..." and she can hear the disbelief in his voice and shakes her head."No..no sir.""Heh... if every person in Qeynos claimed that after they did a crime...." he replies, "You have any supporting proof that you "don't remember"?"Suddenly terrified, she tries to speak but can't, though she hears others speaking. She tries to get her heartbeat to slow so she can speak again, shaking her head."Only..only that..the priests here say that ... I won't get ... most of my memories back sir. But...I knew that...even though..I .. I can't remember...I did something wrong. An that...I'm going to have to be punished for that." she manages to get out before her voice lets up."I am sure one such Illusionist could help you get your memories back."That scares her even further, but she doesn't know why. Illusionists are good people, why would the thought of one scare her? Then she hears the word and her breathing stops, her heart races. Necromancy. Her world goes dark for a moment as she tries to pull herself out of the terror that she’s in. The word echos in her mind and the evil laugh of someone terrifying joins it. Finally, she manages to get the terror under control.“It was...was..still wrong.""Ah alright. I'll just wait until she is ready to be tried, Nescia" and Dejen can hear the sarcasm in his voice, even if the others can’t and closes her eyes to wait."Well then I think with her weak state of mind, you know, her not being able to remember anything, it'd be best for her to detained." The word detained cutting into her as deeply as the blade that sank into her back, she can only nod.“Ye, yes sir.""Just so we don't have anyone brainwashing her... telling her things she'd believe to be true that aren't." Raeyzej continues, though Dejen is pretty sure he heard her. "Further inhibiting progress on this case.""I..will turn myself over .. to whomever you want sir.""If you are so worried Rzaeyzej place her in my care, I will take full responsibility for her action" Nescia tells him."I would like to take her into the custody of a third party who's not involved. Anyone she's known beforeher "memory loss" is biased and can cause unwanted damage." He turns his attention away from Nescia and to Dejenchri. "If you could come with me, Dejenchri, I can be sure you're well taken care of."She stands, determined to keep her feet under her and nods at Raeyzej. “Yes sir.”Nescia says something to Raeyzej, but her blood is now pounding in her ears, making it hard for her to hear as the Guardian leads her from the hall, she stops just long enough to turn to Nescia."Please...it's alright. I knew I would have to pay a price." And then she follows Raeyzej out of the Hall.Eventually he leads her to the Castle and the cells below and leaves her in the care of the guards, after explaining why.((ooc: Raey, this is all yours for that.))They take her weapon and then someone comes and places a few spells on her, then they lead her into a cell. The terror is rising in her to the point she merely follows them, unable to speak. They put her in a large cell and she sits on the bed and waits for them to close the cell door. One of them is explaining something to her, but she can’t hear him over the blood rushing in her ears. And then they shut the door and her mind goes black, the terror winning finally.

Alycs

07-04-2008, 04:32 PM

Virtue sat at his usual table in the Halls, his eyes a brooding steel-blue as he listened to Raeyzej and Aros discuss the detaining of the wizard Dejenchri. Outwardly he appeared relatively calm save for the smoldering look which was being fed by the churning thoughts of all that had led to this event: Bayden handed him a rolled up scroll, the seal of Mithaniel Marr stamped in wax indicating an official missive from the Order. “I am sorry Paladin. The wisdom of the Truthbringer is always Just, but not always painless.” The knight snaps to attention and salutes Virtue crisply, his eyes compassionate and wise. Virtue leaves the acorn and stands near the edge of the platform, hesitating a moment before sliding his thumb beneath the wax and breaking the seal. His heart sinks like a sounding device in his chest as he reads;“It is heretofore ordained by this Council of Truthbringers that the Paladin, Virtue, known for his many deeds in service to Mithaniel Marr as well as his dedication to Queen Antonia Bayle of Qeynos and exemplary service to Queen Amree of Kelethin, shall from this day forth sever all ties with the Wizard known as Dejenchri Seamstress. The Order has found such a union to be a risk to both the security of the Order, and the Code of a Paladin. To wit, Dejenchri Seamstress has not only betrayed the City of Qeynos, it’s Queen and it’s Citizenry, but has also born one child, and raised another, that are in direct service to Lucan D’Lere to this day. We cannot, in good conscience, allow such an association to taint or cast doubt upon the Order of the Truthbringer and the tenets that it is founded upon. This edict is considered in effect from this moment on.” Virtue closed his eyes and rolled up the parchment. The platform seemed to stir beneath him like the rocking of a ship at sea. There must be a mistake, they do not know her. They have not spent time with her. He stuffed the scroll into his pouch and whistled for his horse. He would ride to her and prove that they were wrong.Having discussed the Edict with Dejenchri, Virtue had determined to continue their relationship in secret, once again defying the powers that be to follow his heart into the maelstrom. At first it had gone well. Dejenchri was concerned for his standing in the Order, but the heart will have it’s way. They did not understand how and what he felt after all. Then Nescia began to accost Virtue on a regular basis. Denouncing his blind adherence to the Edict, belittling his integrity and claiming him a coward. Virtue bore most of this with the stoic quality that is a warriors way, but soon his tongue, loosed by the anger of being accosted yet another time by the Tier’Dal, and in the Halls themselves in the presence of other Champions, Virtue’s patience came to an end and the Truth came forth. Yet even with Dejenchri’s admittance that they had indeed continued to see one another despite the edict, Nescia continued to harangue and belittle the Paladin at every opportunity.“Virtue.” Dejenchri’s voice, pensive and tight as steel.“Yes Seamstress?” He looked up at her, his eyes fixed upon hers, knowing.“I ask that you release me from my Vow.”“I held you to no Vow Lady. Nor took one save what I expressed as my true feelings for thee at the time.”“Yet it is the way of elves to hold themselves to such a Vow, and I have taken it upon me to be yours for all time.”His eyes welled up for a moment, then went cold, “Very well, I release you from your Vow Dejenchri Seamstress. As I never held you too it, it is easily enough done.” Bitterness creeps into his tone, “This all could have been avoided if your lap dog would not have interfered. Nescia obviously harbors feelings for you, else he would not be so quick to judge me without having all the facts. This edict has sundered my heart as well you know!”Virtue looks up for a moment at Raeyzej. “How long will Dejenchri be held?”“Until she is proven innocent.” Comes Raeyzej’s quick reply. Virtue’s eyes blaze up, anger rising in him, then he takes a calming breath and sinks back down in his seat, thoughtful and distant again.Virtue arrives in the Halls, the ice from Permafrost still clinging to his boots after the Call home. He spies Dejenchri and bids her good day. He notices she is nursing one hand, and the hand appears withered or burnt. His eyes filled with concern, he approaches and attempts to heal her ailment. His head rocks back as his divine power seethes into the wound to cleanse it. That is when he encounters the darkness. His will becomes locked in a contest with the miasmic black wound, penetrating deeper and deeper towards the source of the pain in an attempt to burn it out at the core. Suddenly, he falters. He encounters not a dark source, but a mutually agreed upon pact initiated by Dejenchri’s own will! He recoils, and his blue divinity is drawn back to himself. He opens his eyes. “You did this. You willfully entered a pact with something dark! There is nothing I can do.” But the Seamstress is unconscious. He stares, appalled and concerned. “How many times must you be warned against having dealings with the forces of darkness?” He pats her hand, and asks Luinil to watch over her as he heads out to seek the counsel of his Order, and Lord Ambrose.His heart beats loudly in his chest as he stands over the crumpled form of Tunaria in the sewers of Freeport. How has it come to this? He bows his head, collecting himself, for there will be time to dwell later. He is again reminded of how deep the forces of darkness will sink into an entire entity by one persons selfish act. The perpetrator of the act rescued, and his Love, this innocent girl, left to rot within the sewers. His heart seethes, but he quells it. For to give into that which he feels would only further the cause of Evil. He will not be their pawn. He picks Tunaria up tenderly, eyes freely shedding tears as his heart leaps towards her, feeding her with its life in order to restore hers. Then he Calls home.Virtue takes a long draw of his Halasian Whisky and sighs. His Order had been right all along. There was a danger hidden within her. He prayed silently to Mithaniel that after all this, once Justice was served, the Lady Dejenchri might have finally learned and held on to the lesson that there can be no victory in Evil. Evil feeds upon all that is Good, and upon itself as well. He vowed that he would never doubt the wisdom of his Order again, nor forsake the one true love he had always had. He rose, and left the Halls to check on Tunaria.

Alycs

07-06-2008, 04:10 PM

Somewhere in Qeynos, a bard's voice trails along the wind.All around me are familiar facesWorn out places, worn out facesBright and early for their daily racesGoing nowhere, going nowhereTheir tears are filling up their glassesNo expression, no expressionHide my head I want to drown my sorrowNo tomorrow, no tomorrowAnd I find it kinda funnyI find it kinda sadThe dreams in which I'm dyingAre the best I've ever hadI find it hard to tell youI find it hard to takeWhen people run in circlesIt's a very, very mad world mad worldChildren waiting for the day they feel goodHappy Birthday, Happy BirthdayMade to feel the way that every child shouldSit and listen, sit and listenWent to school and I was very nervousNo one knew me, no one knew meHello teacher tell me what's my lessonLook right through me, look right through meAnd I find it kinda funnyI find it kinda sadThe dreams in which I'm dyingAre the best I've ever hadI find it hard to tell youI find it hard to takeWhen people run in circlesIt's a very, very mad world ... worldEnlarge your worldMad world

Alycs

07-06-2008, 04:10 PM

Plotting to Assassinate a fellow Champion.Attempting to assassinate a fellow Champion.Acting under the orders of a party with which the Champions are at war.Endangering the lives of fellow Champions.Acting under the orders of a deity entity that which the champions do not endorse.These are the charges Dejenchri is being detained for. Dejenchri claims amnesy, be it temporary or permanent. High Priests of the Order of Marr, The House of Falling Stars, and the Champions of Firiona Vie will attempt to make lee way in Dejenchri regaining her memory. Illusionists from the Order of the Arcane and the Concordium will also attempt. Should these attempts fall short, Dejenchri will be unable to defend herself.Should Dejenchri be unable to defend herself, the results of the case will be released at a later date.She has a close friend by the name of Nescia. He is to be treated as a person of interest as he is suspected of knowing more than he's released regarding the case.Raeyzej provides a seal for the letter and sends it off to the citadel.

Alycs

07-06-2008, 04:11 PM

"He crushed your heart, ground it up, and threw it into a black river... and yet, how can you still love him? It almost makes me wonder if you don't want his heart in a box.."Ah, you foolish woman... look at what your heart has done to you and your family..""Because all you have done so far is cause misery to those in your life... think about it.."The nightmare continues. It doesn't stop. There is no Diligence to wake her. That voice, that hated voice, echoing over and over through her mind, laughing at her, taunting her for all she has done wrong in her life. And she's cold. She's never been cold in her life. The Fire has always kept her warm even in the depths of the ocean of Everfrost! Where is the Green Mother? Where is the Burning Prince? Where is her family?!"Giving birth to tainted children... knowing they will never fully belong.."Birth? Children? The sound of a baby crying loudly, the smell of birthing clinging to her. But, I've never had children!"When instead it brought misery and pain.."Why am I so afraid? Why can't I wake up? Where is Diligence?!"You will end up harming those around you, you know."Noooo...please, please stop! No more!"And if he does manage to find you, I -will- sever your part of the pact... and you will die. You are too dangerous to be freed."The Koada'Dal runs, finding bars every where she turns, bars that burn her hands they are so cold. And still that voice continues with a litany of her transgressions."..cannot fall in love with..""..perhaps it is your heart that needs removing..""... it would spare a lot of people some trouble.. "Finally, all she can do is sit in her mind and cry, rocking back and forth as the voice continues with nothing to stop it, no one to wake her...

Alycs

07-06-2008, 04:11 PM

Nescia scans the hall For Aros as he walks in. He finds him working away at some papers at a close by table."This might prove useful to you with your interro.... investigation with Dejenchri..." He says.Nescia lays Dejenchri's journal down on the table and walks past Raeyzej."You better keep her safe and well. She is traumatized enough with what is happening as it is without probing her for information she cannot remember." Nescia sharply says.Nescia raises his hand above his head to give a quick wave to everyone as he walks from the hall.

Alycs

07-06-2008, 04:12 PM

A dark shadow slides across the grounds of Qeynos, the very air reeling from it, sending shivers down the spines of those it glides by. It pauses for just a split second before changing courses, turning sharply down a long alleyway. There it stopped in front of a small, robed figure, who was staring intently at a red, glowing crystal in its hands."So, have ye found out ennytin'?"The shadow begins to reform, spindling legs appearing and supporting the mass of the void beast. It speaks in a dark and whispered manner."Of course I have. They have detained the Master's project for attempting to slay another of their guild, which, of course, is true. She claims to not remember anything... and both you and I know that is the perfect truth."The robed figure nods slowly."Master be good at memorial reformation of tha soul. She remembers absolutely nothin' before 'er adopted kiddie was born. This could get interestin'."Beneath the robe, two large eyes flashed red, the crystal glowing the same color. Both void beast and traitor vanished with a flash of red light.

Alycs

07-06-2008, 04:12 PM

With the charges dropped, she can no longer be held. Dejenchri is released.Top | Bottom Send a Private Message Halisstra_T'Haen RE: The Heart of a Koada'Dal - it's now open to all the guild 7/4/2008 12:48 PM #35821295View BlogPosts: 335 Hmm, I don't see how one black heart can judge another.But I did anyway. /evil grin

Alycs

07-06-2008, 04:13 PM

She returned to her acorn an emotional wreck. She didn't understand why being helpless and powerless effected her so much, but it did. And now there was a meeting to decide her fate in the Champions. She didn't remember being a Champion, and her loyalty was in question. How did she ever sink this far?She wanders up the ramp and Diligence is right there to comfort her."No, I'm not leaving anymore Diligence. I don't think I'll be spending much time outside anymore." and tells him, her hands holding his ruff. "It's too scary out there now, and too many things have happened in my past that are making it hard for me. I guess I'll just stay here until they decide about me."She curls up on her bed, the dog at her feet, laying his head on her legs as she cries herself to sleep. He then looks up and growls at something unseen that leaves, to his satisfaction.

Alycs

07-06-2008, 04:14 PM

Charges dropped? Virtue's eyes blaze blue intensity as he hears the news. By whom? What he new of the Law suggested that the victime, or in this case, the intended victim had the right to either deny or proceed with charges. He would have to look into this..((And..this brings us current with what is happening on the website of Firiona Vie's Champions. As more is posted, I'll post it here. Comments of course, are welcome.))

Shebara

07-06-2008, 11:53 PM

(( /CACKLE... I love my Iksar...))

Alycs

08-15-2008, 03:15 AM

A small wrapped package has somehow made its way into the seamstress' home and lays on a table. It contains a new leatherbound book with clean, crisp pages, all empty of writing. The cover itself is embroidered however with intricate and beautiful pictures of the faydark. Runes on the outside binding protect it from fire, water or any other elemental damage it may encounter. Pressed on the inside of the cover is a note.<strike>Dejenchri</strike> Dejen,I figured since the last one was filled with bad memories and you seem to be starting all over again, then you should have a new journal to fill with the good memories that will come from now on. I'll always be a little more weary around you than I once was but I'm no longer mad at what you tried to do. If you can't remember it, then all the better. Know that I forgive but I never forget, however consider this gift as an offer to remake our old friendship once more.your friend,Tunaria Silverleaf