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Zsargrieb3
07-22-2008, 06:45 AM
<p>She awoke in a small room. Dust seemed cover everything. On the lay what appeared to be a shattered crystal. Several sets of foot prints seemed to have entered and left the room. She attempts to call to her spirit wolf but she feels it is no longer with her. She also feels somewhat diminished. She hears a high pitch voice say "She wakes" and sees a Fairy bolt out the door. She notices kerran male he walks into the room. He looks somewhat familar but different. She whispers the name "Zsargrieb". The male looks at her sadly and says "I'm sorry but your brother has long since past." She shakes her head in confusion. She is almost sure it is her brother. The male looks down at her and tells her "I am his grandson, Zsargrieb the 3rd" She flashes him a puzzled look. He continues "He was lost to us just before The Shattering, when he started his journey to find you." She thinks back to the last memory of her brother. </p><p>There they sat on the hilltop over looking Holllowshade Moor. This was her favorite place to stop and contemplate things. So many days had she spent in the Moor protecting the city of Shar Vahl from it's many beasts. She was quite a few years older than her brother. He just a young Berserker from the Academy. She looked down at him and told him "Fear not, young one, someday it will be your turn to go out in the world." He sat and listened with tears in his eyes.  "I have a few things I must do on Norrath," She says "There is much astir at the moment." The King had commissioned her to go and investigate the rumors coming from the planet below. The rumors speaking of a great army threatening to destroy all on Norrath. She notices the approach of a wood elf. It is her friend, Kaelayen, a Druid of Tunare that she has spent so many adventures with. He tells her "it's time to go." She turns to her brother and gives him a kiss on the cheek. She tells him "I won't be gone long and when I return we shall go hunting." She waves good bye as the druid begins his casting. In a flash all of Hollowshade Moor is gone to be replaced by a serene gentle forrest.</p><p>A genlte nudge brings her back from her daydream. A few more people have entered the room. A young wood elf, an iksar female, the fairy she had seen earlier, and two curious rat looking humaniods. Zsargrieb looks at her and says "Well, it is finally done." She says "What is done?" He smiles and tells her "The search for you." He continues "It was a quest your brother took up shortly after you disappeared." The young wood elf speaks " My father tried to stop the old mage but wasn't able to reach you in time." She looks at the young wood elf. "Benilie" The wood elf smiles back at her "Yep yep" Benilie continues" My father barely made it out of that place. Shortly after he returned to Shar Vahl and informed the king of what had transpired." Zsargrieb interupts "that's when your brother decided that he take it upon himself to find you." "By the time, they got back to the tower, it was gone." Benilie says "All traces of it had been wiped away." The iksar says " Ssso that isss when they came upon my father while he wasss hunting." She looks at the iksar "so your the little bundle of joy that Gemini always talked about" the iksar replied "Amuji Jenkinssss, at your ssservice." "So what of the fairy and the rats." She asked  The male Ratonga says"Rats!!! hhmmpph." The female Ratonga pokes him and says" You'll have to excuses Fizzy. Wezz are Ratonga. Our people lived deep below the Surface of Norrath about the time youzzes disappeared. The Shattering changed everythings." She looks at the female ratonga and asks "What is the Shattering?" Benilie says "Maybe it would be best if you come outside."</p><p>She got up from the little bed and strolled to the door. Tears began to stream down her face as she looked up into the sky. There hung Luclin...her home...everything she knew, torn asunder and broken. She became weak as she fell to knees. She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Zsargrieb. He put his arms around her. She began sobbing in his shoulder. He says as he stroked the back of her head "It was hard on us all. We lost so much. Very few escaped. I'm just glad your brother was alive to see it. He was torn enough when he lost you. But losing Shar Vahl... who knows what would have happened." She asks "when did all of this happen?" Benilie says "A long time ago. Much has changed in 500 years." "500 years??" she replied "What happened to me" The female ratonga looks at her and says "youzzes were trapped in the crystal" Zsargrieb says "My father was the one who first learned of the crystal that held you. Though he could never seem to catch up to it." The fairy says "Shortly after the war of the Fae, I was out gathering supplies in the forrest, When I noticed this old wizard sneaking around the old spires." "A few orcs caught him by surprise and he dropped the crystal when he tried to get away which I just managed to pick up before they came back" Benilie says. Zsargrieb tells her "We spent many years and talking to many wizards to see if they could unlock it." He looks at the Ratongas "Finally we came upon Chicia and Fizzy. Chicia had studied a few tomes back before they escaped from Freeport and knew how to unlock the crystal." Benilie says "Maybe you should go back inside and get some rest. There is alot to tell of what has transpired of the ages."  She gets up and walks back toward the little house. Zsargrieb stops her and says "It's great to have you back, Saraniax" She smiles then strolls in the house and goes to sleep.</p><p>To Be Continued........</p>

Jakimo
07-26-2008, 05:34 PM
<span style="font-size: x-small;font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Interesting.  I'm very curious on where you will be taking this.  Thanks for the post, please continue.</span>

Zsargrieb3
07-28-2008, 02:30 AM
<p>A lone figure huddled over a tombstone in the little graveyard in a small corner of Nettleville. The tombstone was made of a strange type of rock unknown to the shaman. Across it's face was etched Zsargrieb Tupelov, Beloved Adventurer and Father. She wept at the though of out living her youngest brother. He was barely in his 20's when She left her home of Shar Vahl on that mission. To think it would be the last time she would ever see him, pained her.  The Paladin slowly walked up behind her and put his hand upon her shoulder. "It's Luclinite" He says, " I felt it would be fitting that he should be close to what remains of his home." She looked up at him but could say nothing. His big blue curious eyes reminder her of another time and place...</p><p>She looked down at the little youngling, tears in his blue eyes. He was barely 9 years old and could not understand the purpose of the ritual. Half the city of Shar Vahl was there. Everyone was focused on the little boat sitting at the edge of the lake that encompassed the Eastern half of Hollowshade Moor. He asked her "But why did she have to go." She gently wiped a tear from his cheek. "Because it is our way. It is what we do to protect our people. It's all part of our life and our survival in this harsh place." She stood up and walked down toward the lake to take her place for the ritual. Earlier that day, A hunting party had been ambushed. Her sister, Zastasha, had been one of the hunting party. She barely made it back but there was nothing that could be done. The poisons that coursed through her veins took their toll after a few hours. Lined up along the path were the few survivors of the party, along with some of the High Guard. She strode between the columns of gleaming armor and weapons. She stopped near the end. Being the eldest shaman in her family, it was her duty to perform the ritual. She had been well versed in it since the earliest days of her training. She bowed before the King then stood and took the Ulak from him. It was the favored weapon of her sister. She spoke the words of the ritual and sprinkled powder on the blade. Then she walked to the little boat. There lie her sister. Her twin. Beside her lie the dead body of her pet.  She made a slight nick on her finger with the blade of the Ulak. She felt empty inside as she placed it inside the boat. The King ordered all to Attention to pay their respects to the fallen Beastlord. Then the rope was cut and the little boat drifted off across the lake. She could do nothing but stand and watch as it sailed away. A few flaming arrows streaked across the sky and hit the boat immediately setting it on fire. Everyone slowly filed toward the City leaving her to stand there alone. </p><p> She woke from her daydream and asked "Was the ritual performed?" He sadly shook his head and said "No, there was noone there versed to perform it." He continued "But he was given a warrior's burial and the honor's bestowed."" She went and sat by the little tree to contemplate the situation.  After a few minutes, she looks up and says "Well it's best we leave it be for now, until we find the proper place and time." He looked her and tried to object. But she repeated "Proper place and proper time." She got up and walked toward the gates that led to South Qeynos. He knew it would best to just let it go. He then turned and went back to his little house.</p><p>A sharp knock on the door sent the Fairy buzzing across the room. The bard looked up and went back to tuning her instruments. The fairy gleefully said "Sara" as she answered the door. "I was wondering when you were gonna show up" said the bard without looking up. The shaman had insisted on going to her brother's grave immediately upon their return to Qeynos. The shaman entered the house and noticed many weapons hanging on the wall. Many of them she recognized right away. But above all one caught her attention the most. It was a spear with a few feathers attached near it's head. Resting behind the Spear was a shield and just above it was a plaque that said "Saraniax Rubacuori" The bard said My father managed to recover your stuff." The shaman felt a little energy as she walked over and touched them. "you are welcome to take them if you choose" It brought a smile to the shaman's face. She reached up and grabbed the spear. Immediately she felt the power surge through it. She also knew what it could do. The spear was no ordinary spear. It was the Spear of Fate, a true weapon that only the most prized shamen in Norrath could wield. Then she took down the shield. Like the spear, it was quite unique also. The Shield of Bane Warding was given to her by the Highest Shaman in Shar Vahl. To her, it was her most prized possession. She gratefully looked at the bard and said "Thank you" They sat and chatted a bit while they took their evening meal. Talking about old times and what had happened through the Ages. First, the Rending, Then the Gods leaving Norrath, The Shattering. When they finished, the shaman thanked both of them. They watched walk down the road back to Nettleville proudly wielding her spear and shield. For once since her return, she seemed happy and somewhat at peace. </p><p>To be continued...</p>