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posted April 03, 2011 08:28 PM |
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Edited by KuzAnn at 20:48, 03 Apr 2011.
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And she's okay with killing innocents that had nothing to do with her condition as well? No one ever seems to think of the innocent bystander... All the civilians who are being hurt by the conflicts that were started.
Did she ever tell her friends the extent of her injuries/illness?
I'm not trying to be mean or anything, I'm trying to get across the reason I don't like this character AND Sar-Elam. I'm imagining that he may very well have a similar back-story? Feeling that the other dragons abandoned him to the boredom of the void?
@gnomes: So you think I was writing him in an enjoyable fashion? 
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gnomes2169
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posted April 03, 2011 08:56 PM |
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Yes, I liked Alaric. Why he have to die? 
@ Evinin: Do you mind if I throw a little back-story into Findan and Natasha's interactions?
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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evinin
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posted April 03, 2011 09:03 PM |
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Edited by evinin at 11:33, 07 Apr 2011.
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Stupid post limit...
No - killing innocents isn't fun.
Gnomes - can it be later on and not now?  I have a plan for now and after it you can tell a story.
Anyway... (stupid post limit):
“What do you mean by “he’s dead”? How can he be dead?” The Phoenix Lady never thought that she would be so scared. The plan was near its fall and it was going to be her fault.
“He has be assassinated, milady.” The Stalker answered. He was her spy among the Dark elves when she couldn’t spy on them on her own.
“Oh, well… That’s just wonderful! Everything fails now! It was such a good distraction… Ylaya will now go where she mustn’t go, Raelag will still search for Isabel and Isabel… She hasn’t even made her choice yet! That’s not good! I’ll pay her a nice visit. Ylaya too – she’s going to pay for ruining my plans. But… I need Isabel alive not Ylaya… Good for me then – it’s killing time. And then I’ll have to go to Findan and cure him. HIM! Not myself, that is. Do you know why I am like this anyway? I’m like this because of the great heroes – because of… I won’t talk about it now. They don’t understand anything – this poison has been in me for so much time… They’ll know soon enough!”
The dead body of the Stalker fell on the ground.
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gnomes2169
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posted April 03, 2011 09:07 PM |
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but... but it does deal with the cure and who gets it... I'll HCM you the idea, alright?
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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KuzAnn
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posted April 04, 2011 11:49 PM |
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Edited by KuzAnn at 00:32, 05 Apr 2011.
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I don't think the Phoenix Lady will like what Isabel's "choice" is going to be... :3
Wait... Can't the Phoenix Lady just rez Thralsai again? She did it the first time.
Edit: And am I clear to write my next bit or do you need to do something else first?
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gnomes2169
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posted April 05, 2011 12:48 AM |
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Ylaya and Findan are going to give her a run around first...
Findan:
He sat back, looking at the night sky as rage, pain and confusion battle for control of his body. His companions slept peacefully, knowing nothing of their leader's torment. Findan looked to the stars that had comforted him for so long on so many dark days and nights... And found that not a single word of poetry would come to him. No, the demonic rage and his mostly blind right eye prevented that thoroughly enough. That little thought soured his mood even more and made Findan scowl. Oh well, it was better than being a pawn of the demons.
At least, that's what he told himself.
Once again, a burning portal opened up. Before Findan had wondered where those portals went, how they worked so quickly and so easily. He had wondered what dimension they traveled through to bridge the gap of miles with such ease. Now, he shuddered with revulsion as he remembered his mind and soul being dragged into that place, tormented by the will of a thousand greater entities, bending him, breaking him, claiming him bit by bit, piece by piece as their own...
He shrugged off the memories as the Phoenix Lady's portal closed. His one good eye snapped into a glare, while the other lazily followed behind to drop into a casual, almost bored glance. "So, you came back. Let me guess, you want us to go on another suicide mission. You want us all to die." He spat, rage at her abandoning them without any warning or any reason knotting up in Findan's throat, making his voice crack. he saw the flash of pain go across her face after he spoke to her, and softened ever so slightly. "You haven't really been that helpful or specific lately, sorry. But I need to know that I can trust you completely, and after talking with Tarnum, I don't think that I ever will."
The phoenix lady looked at him sorrowfully for a few seconds before she was able to shake the last of her despair off. "Maybe that is for the best... That way, I can't hurt you too... but I did come to help you, Findan." Her voice trembled a little bit, but Natasha still stood tall. "I-I have the cure that my master promised."
The last of Findan's rage disappeared. "What?! You have it!" then he realized that she wasn't any different from before. "But... If he gave you the cure, then why..."
Natasha looked down and held up a globe of magical energies. "He only gave me enough to cure one..." She said dejectedly. "I decided that-"
"Take it." He told her. She stopped and looked at him in shock. "You heard me. Take it."
Natasha could feel her resolve slip for a second, but it quickly came back when she remembered the price of failure... So instead of taking it, she asked, "Why?"
He looked at her kindly for a second before answering. "You forgot, didn't you?" When she looked at him in confusion, he chuckled bitterly and softly as a winter's breeze. "I told you, after the second time that we met in the wilderness, that I would do any and everything in my power to protect you from harm." she looked up, startled and about to say that he was lying when she remembered that day as well.
Will I forget everything, then? How could I have forgotten his kindness... The pain. Yes, that's it, it's the pain. That must be it. Ylaya couldn't have been right... Natasha reassured herself.
Findan held up his hands, "Well, now you have the cure to a great pain that you have suffered with for quite some time... And I don't need it." his body and sol cried out in protest, but he shoved both to the side. "You have suffered for too long, you have suffered too much, for any single soul to bear. So take it. I can bear the pain that you have shouldered for far to long for a while longer."
Once again, she was taken back by how little he seemed to care for himself. If you saw a demon suffering, you would help it, wouldn't you? But I... I'm worse than any demon. Tarnum was right about me. And yet, you would sacrifice yourself for me... Why! Why him! Why does he have to... She mentally cursed her master, and everything that had led up to this moment in history. Last of all, she cursed Findan for making this harder.
"No, you can't take it. Trust me." She whispered. "I'm already mad... Don't follow me. Save those that you can save. Save yourself from my agony. Besides," Natasha smiled sweetly, "I will get my own cure soon enough." She held out the ball of magic for Findan again. "Take it."
Findan took the pulsing orb and looked at it curiously. "You know... i don't like or much care for this b*stard of a master you have." She winced and looked up at him. "And I don't think that you really believe anything that you just said. 'I'm already mad' indeed." She began to protest, but Findan ignored her. "No, there is a different reason, isn't there? What, do you think that you don't deserve it?" She winced as he struck one of her gaping doubts. "Do you think that, because of your failure to stop the demons that you don't deserve to be saved?" If only you knew how much I failed... and how much I've done since. "Do you think that you are irredeemable? That you aren't worth any amount of kindness or friendship?" Again, Findan hit a nerve.
"Please, Findan. Don't make this harder-"
"No! You don't deserve this... This living death! No one does! I can't sleep, I can barely force myself to eat. I can't imagine what your life is like..." He fell silent.
"Why are you arguing for me?" She said, looking at the ground again.
"Because I blame myself!" Findan exploded. "I wish that I had ignored your wishes all those years ago and that I had gone with you into Sheogh! I find myself wishing that I had done everything in my power to save you from what you have become! What we are!"
A crack of sorrow wormed its way through her resolve. Did I really drive him away with my pride? Did I do that with all of them... "Why?"
"Because you were and still are my friend and my guide." He held up the orb. "And I can't stand to see you suffer. So take it."
"No!" Natasha cried out.
Rage and concern mixed in Findan. "I didn't say that you had any choice. I told you to take it."
"I'm worse then the monster you think I am..."
"I don't care!" He roared. "You gave it to me, now take it back and use it!"
"No! You use it! I don't deserve your kindness or your mercy, and I don't want your pity!" Natasha snarled back. "You hide behind your walls of valor and goodness, but I can see how you look at me! I see your disgust, your loathing, your hatred for everything that I am!" Findan reeled from this accusation. "So purge yourself of it! I don't need your pity... I don't want your kindness... I want nothing from you!" Findan didn't make any move to use the cure. "Damn you, Findan! Damn you and your honor! Damn your pride and your damn race! I want nothing from you! I don't need you! The only reason I didn't use this cure already to save my own selfish skin is that I was ordered to give it to you!" Still, he made no move to use it. "Damn you, Findan! I hate you! I hate y-" She stopped yelling when Findan began to laugh.
"There you are. I knew that you were in there somewhere, Natasha." He smiled kindly at her once again, his dead eye not reflecting the joy of his living one. "I knew that there was something in you willing to do anything to save me or another person. Even if it meant that they hate you." Now Natasha reeled. "So, I guess that I'm going to have to do this the hard way." Findan pulled the curative magic out of the orb. "Please, don't hate me for this." And then he threw the magic at her.
A remarkable thing happened then. The Phoenix lady was too stunned to move or defend herself, but a barrier of white still blocked the magic, forcing it into a tight ball and it hurled the magic back at Findan. the cure coursed through his body, eradicating all the demonic taint that it encountered.
Findan fell to the ground, coughing. Micheal lowered his arm and retreated back into his host, who quickly went back into a magically induced sleep. Natasha stood, staring at Findan. Waiting for the vampirism to disappear as well.
The signs made no visible effort to leave with the demonic taint.
Natasha cursed herself for being such a fool. her master had promised only that the cure would eradicate the thing killing her, she could easily survive being half-vampire. Why should Findan be different? She walked over to his side and knelt down beside him. "I... I'm so sorry..." A new portal opened up. "I have to go..."
Ylaya was right. I don't hate them. I don't hate any of them.
I hate myself.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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evinin
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posted April 05, 2011 09:18 AM |
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Finally!
So Gnomes - pure awesome! Great Fic!
Anyway... I need a narrative, too. 
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gnomes2169
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posted April 05, 2011 09:31 PM |
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Thanks!
But wait... You haven't done anything with the update I gave you a few pages ago...  I made it vauge so that you could do what you had to to keep to your master plan.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
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evinin
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posted April 05, 2011 09:44 PM |
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Edited by evinin at 22:42, 05 Apr 2011.
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Quote:
Thanks!
But wait... You haven't done anything with the update I gave you a few pages ago... I made it vauge so that you could do what you had to to keep to your master plan.
To be honest - I have no idea of which grave are you speaking in the narrative about Raelag. But sure - I'll use Zehir's and I hope that I'll post something tomorrow.
Raelag stood in the dark alone. He was desperately trying to meditate, to calm himself but nothing happened. He could feel his old demon anger filling him. But in the same time tears were filling his closed eyes – tears of his misery and his helplessness. His visions were too blurry – he couldn’t locate Isabel. But he was sure about one thing – she was in grave danger. He heard some things that he didn’t want to admit to himself – he had lost control over the Dark elves, they were rebelling against him and Ylaya was still nowhere to be found. Raelag opened his eyes – he couldn’t even replenish his mana.
He was sitting on the floor of Nicolai’s tomb. He thought that that place was his best chance – maybe Isabel would want to come there although there wasn’t actually a body. Raelag also thought that it was his best chance to meet Biara, too – he couldn’t say why, he simply felt it. There weren’t actually any words about the succubus but that put the Dark elf even more on guard. He was trying to detect presences but everything was clean – like someone has already taken care of it. He was pretty sure about that, he knew that Eleanor was a tricky person – being half a Dark elf. Or… at least that was she told him all those years ago. He was Agrael back then but she didn’t have a problem with that. But Raelag had a huge problem with the Phoenix Lady.
About midnight footsteps were heard outside. The Warlock stood up quickly and he faced his worst nightmare.
“It’s good to see you again, Agrael!” The succubus started laughing hysterically. Her tail stated to fondle Raelag’s shoulder. He decided to not move because of the other shadow in the dark. For a first time he realized that she was something much worse than a demon.
“You don’t like my pale glowing? Or the fact that you see me without my Wizard robe? Now you know why I like it some much – it hides most of my skin. But tonight I’m wearing traditional Dark elves clothes and as you can see – I’m a freak.” He finally got to his senses and pushed Biara away.
“What do you want?! Where’s Isabel?!”
“Isabel, Isabel, Isabel… You don’t talk about anything else, do you? I’m here to take you to the place that you belong to and something tells me that you will come.” She smiled at the Phoenix Lady.
“I want to talk to you Raelag – just a few words. I promise you – no tricks.” The Dark elf didn’t believe her but he knew he had no choice – he couldn’t possibly defeat Biara without mana, not talking about the Phoenix Lady. So he just nodded. “It’s personal, Biara. Then he will be yours.” The demon laughed again and left the tomb her voice echoing a couple of times.
“We did this to you, didn’t we?” He didn’t know why he asked that but he caught her off guard. She just blinked in surprise and didn’t say anything. “I know the answer. You would say “it was only you”. You are right – it’s my fault that you’re a demon. This is just revenge, isn’t it?”
“It’s not just revenge, Agrael. It’s about my life, my lost life. Don’t mess with me, demon, don’t you dare ask me things like that.” He felt it – her sorrow. She didn’t mean it, she was just trying to hurt him. “You will go back to your previous form if you want to…”
“You win.” She looked really astonished. She didn’t even start her speech. “I’ll be demon again but I know that you won’t let me be like that for too long. You can’t fool me, Eleanor, I know you better than everyone else. Just don’t forget that.”
He left her in the tomb and rushed to Biara. There was a reason for his decision of course and he intended to tell it to the Sovereign.
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posted April 06, 2011 11:23 AM |
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Edited by KuzAnn at 19:59, 06 Apr 2011.
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Here's my bit. It's actually longer than the last one. P:
*Looks at clock* HOW IS IT 2 AM ALREADY FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
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Isabel put her fists on her hips and glared at the surrounding forest as she stood with one foot on the temple steps. The group had moved from the area around the royal tomb of the Griffin Dynasty and into the transition zone between desert and lush forest. She was impatiently waiting for Alaric to return from his walk to tell her more of this Red Lady character that had been directing him before she pulled the demonic spell off of him. Annoyance turned to apprehension as the hours dragged on. It was mid-afternoon now, and the only reason for Alaric to be late would be that something unfortunate had befallen him on his walk.
With a sigh Isabel hurriedly strapped on her sword and a few pieces of armor before jogging down the trail that the man had taken when she'd last seen him. Alaric's arm was fully healed, thanks to Isabel's magic, but his own powers were still weak as he had only his mace to rely on in a fight. Isabel's anger and annoyance mounted as she continued to search the forest; she had felt that she should act as a sort of protector for Alaric until he could be sent back to the east to help with the restoration of the orc tribes, and now she'd lost him. She was well away from the temple when she came upon the first signs of a violent battle.
The trees surrounding the path had been stripped of large patches of bark, as if something hard had been dragged along them, along with broken branches and brush. Small splashes of blood had been spattered here and there, some on the ground, others nearby foliage. With her mouth set in a grim line, Isabel silently followed the trail of damage as it led off the path and into a nearby clearing.
Alaric lay face-down on the bloodstained loam of the forest floor, cold and unmoving. Alaric had gone out without his gauntlets or breastplate on, as those two pieces had not been sufficiently repaired yet; it was probably what allowed whatever monster killed him to gore the man so easily. Isabel's stomach heaved involuntarily when she turned him over and found that something had torn his heart out, but disgust quickly turned to boiling rage. I've failed again, she thought angrily as she hefted Alaric's corpse to carry back to camp. I can't help anyone without them getting hurt...
The day crept on towards twilight as Isabel returned to the temple, carrying Alaric's battered and bloody body with ease. Isabel's mind wandered as she walked, turning to the magical letter that she had received just before this whole wretched mess began. Silently she wished plague, pox, and horrible misfortune on whoever was responsible, but it also made her think about Nicolai, and how she'd wronged him. Bringing him back to life would only leave him open to more corruption, but what if his spirit was sent back to Elrath, where it rightfully belonged... With no body to raise as an undead, Nicolai's soul would be as safe as was possible in a world like Ashan. Within a few minutes her mind was made up; she would ask that Nicolai's soul be sent back to Elrath, and if whoever sent the letter refused to do so, she would figure it out herself once this entire current dilemma was behind her. Perhaps Raelag or Zehir could help with that, since they were so knowledgeable in the ways of magic. Vaguely she wondered what they were doing, and said a small prayer for their safety. She missed the days when Raelag would teach her of the intricacies of magics that had been foreign to her before.
Next her dreary train of thought turned to the conflicts fought as a result of her failures as a ruler, and as a person. Her melancholy mood deepened as she wondered how many young ones she'd orphaned, how many parents had lost their children, as a result of her mistakes. Isabel quickly pushed the thoughts away; they were too distressing, and made her feel too guilty. Her eyes roved around the trees in front of her, then returned and rested on Alaric. He had been directly responsible for the deaths of innocents, and she knew that he felt guilty; she'd watched those feelings tear at him from the inside the few days she'd been with him. Perhaps that was part of her reason for wanting to help him... He knew the feelings that sometimes nagged at her, but to a much greater degree. Isabel had wanted to help him make it right, because she wanted him to succeed and hoped that it would help to pay for her own missteps. Her weakness had even been part of the reason that Alaric had become mixed up in Biara's schemes and gone insane in the first place.
Alaric's forces had been ordered to offer their services to Duncan or Freyda—whoever they happened to meet first—and had gone on ahead while Isabel had tried to figure out what to do first. The former residents of the temple they were staying at had left before they'd arrived, likely driven off by the conflicts that threatened the region or out answering the Empire's call to arms. Whichever the reason, the priests had left the temple in good condition, in case weary travelers needed to use it for shelter. Now Isabel laid Alaric's dead body out on a stone slab, in a room meant for the preparation of the recently departed.
Isabel was about to cover Alaric's body with a linen cloth when she noticed something. The air in the room smelled of clean soil, like the earth after the first rain of the year. She was about to draw her weapon when a woman's voice spoke.
“Now dear, no need to be hasty,” the voice was deep, and rang with the triumphant howls of wolves and the terrible rumbles of earthquakes. “We've not come to fight.”
“Who would 'we' be?” Isabel asked calmly, having realized that she was now in the presence of at least one very powerful being.
“The orcs are our adopted children,” the voice replied. “We are known as Mother Earth and Father Sky.”
The lady knight let out a long sigh. “Come to berate me for letting your indentured servant die?” she asked wearily.
“Oh no, we've come to ask that you help us reclaim the missing piece.” The room hummed with Mother Earth's warm, deep chuckle. “We have come to see Gotai's act of mercy as a valuable future investment, and we intend to keep him around until he has repaid us in full. I suppose we should even thank her for killing him, we never would have had this idea if she hadn't...” There was a pause, and Isabel thought she felt the ground shift slightly beneath the stones of the temple. “The one causing this mess has been trying to keep us from contacting the mortals, but our power works in more... Foreign ways, ways that even he cannot fully grasp without surrendering himself to us completely. Elrath has agreed to give Alaric over to us entirely. He's such a good boy, once he sees reason. We are willing to... Reroute you around the wards to talk to Elrath, if you wish.” Though Isabel could not see the face of Mother Earth, she knew that the great entity was grinning in amusement.
“You want me to get Alaric's heart back first?” Isabel asked, shifting from one foot to the other.
“Mmmn, it would be nice, but that will come later. We sense that the creature that took it will return with it, probably in a foolish attempt at intimidation. Just hold it out of her sight once you receive it, and we will do the rest.” Briefly Isabel heard the sound of calling birds and rushing wind, and she wondered if Father Sky had something to add. “He doesn't talk much,” Mother Earth's voice was warm with mirth as she replied to Isabel's mental pondering. “I believe you call it the strong but silent type.”
Despite her mood, Isabel let out a small chuckle, a tight, sad little thing that barely got past her throat, but a chuckle nonetheless.
“That's better,” Mother Earth said. “Prepare a speaking ritual, with all the works. We will help you across once you are deep enough to reach Elrath.”
Isabel did as Mother Earth had instructed her, preparing a separate room with purifying water, incense, and holy circles of magic. It took a bit longer than usual, with her magic as weak as it was, but Isabel finished just as the sun's edge touched the tallest mountain to the west. Silently she set the incense aflame, and was soon engulfed in a thick silver cloud of gray smoke. She then knelt on the floor and lowered herself into a trance, clearly whispering the words that would activate the speaking spell, which would aid her in seeking Elrath and his council. Before long, Isabel's consciousness fell away from her body as her trance deepened, and she was surprised to find the figures of two dragon-like creatures standing on either side of her. One appeared to be made entirely of stones and soil, with lush grass growing in abundance along its flanks and back. This had to be Mother Earth. And the other, the one who seemed to be barely there at all, as he was made of the wind itself, was Father Sky.
The divine pair pushed Isabel forward, towards a brilliant light that had appeared in the distance, brightening the apparent darkness. Mother Earth whispered to Isabel just as she reached the source of the light, “Do what you will quickly. We will pull you back up once he notices us. I am quite sure that he will not be pleased.” Again Mother Earth's voice was warmed by mirth; apparently she thought that aggravating whoever was causing their problems was great fun.
“Come forth, Isabel,” Elrath's light tenor rang with the toll of church bells and the echoes of devout choirs. “It is good to finally see one of my children again.”
“Elrath, can you tell me what's going on? Everything has gone to hell since I got that letter. Who is behind all this?” Isabel asked, getting straight to the point.
The Dragon of Light paused, and Isabel thought she heard him sigh tiredly in the brief silence. “There are rules to what I can and cannot say. But I can tell you that these disruptions are being caused by a powerful being that died long ago, and that his most powerful servant is the one known as the Phoenix Lady. She goes by many names, and has been instrumental in bringing about the conflicts that you and my other children are forced to suffer through.” There was another pause, and Isabel squinted as she tried to make out Elrath's shape beyond his brilliance. “The others are quite displeased as well, they do not appreciate their children being used as toys to be played with and thrown away at will. I have been trapped behind his wards, unable to contact or give favor, ever since these conflicts began. Luckily Alaric's death brought Mother Earth and Father Sky to my own realm, and I paid them a few favors. Asha knows, I certainly owe it to them, and I feel there is an even greater debt to be paid to them now that they have found this little... Exploit of power.” Isabel could see him now, though his features were still indistinct beyond the light. The vague shape of a lounging dragon shifted into a more comfortable position, then continued, “Now that you are here I am able to restore your divine favor in full, with a little extra to help you on your journey.”
Isabel gasped as she felt Elrath's power surge through her spirit, replenishing her holy magic and filling her with new strength. She was left speechless for a few moments, and was released from her silence as the power settled into her soul.
Mother Earth's appearance at her side cut her off. “He comes. We must take you back soon,” she said.
“W-wait, just one question,” Isabel said hurriedly. “Elrath, is it possible to send Nicolai's spirit back to you? Do you know how?”
She felt Elrath's smile, like a delightfully warm sunbeam on a bleak cold day. “You will find a way,” he said. “You have grown so much since the wars...”
A scream of fury ripped through the surrounding darkness before Elrath could say any more. “And we're off!” Mother Earth quipped, grasping Isabel with one cool paw and dragging her back. Isabel briefly felt something—another pair of claws—try to tear her from Mother Earth's grasp, but the goddess merely laughed and weaved away from their pursuer. The sounds of a fierce gale howled through the darkness, followed shortly by another howl of anger. “Oh Sky, you're such a riot!” Mother Earth cackled merrily.
A few moments later Isabel re-entered her body with a jolt that almost knocked her from her kneeling position and onto the floor. She winced slightly as she got to her feet; kneeling on stone was always hard on the knees. Isabel took in a deep breath as she drew herself up to her full height, now she felt whole again. Upon looking around the chamber, the lady knight found that the air was clear of smoke and that the incense burners had died out, their aromatic fuel having burned to ash a short time ago.
A short walk took her back to the chamber that she had stored Alaric's body in. There would be no need to do anything to it now, since Isabel figured that the creature who had his heart would return soon. Finding the air within the temple to be slightly stuffy, Isabel walked out of its front entrance and sat on the steps, taking in the night air. Ahsa's cocoon caught the full light of their sun now, causing the stars to fade behind its brilliance.
“Oh good, there you are Isabel,” the voice, obviously female and slightly hoarse, came from the leaves of a nearby tree.
I suppose this is it, Isabel thought to herself as she got to her feet. “And to whom do I owe the pleasure?” she asked, barely able to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.
“The Phoenix Lady. At your service,” the woman seemed to be mocking her now, from the safety of the tree's foliage.
The look on Isabel's face clearly stated that she was unimpressed by the woman's title.
“Aah yes... I almost forgot,” the Phoenix Lady chortled. Isabel caught the object thrown at her from the tree without looking at it. She already knew what it would be, and its weight and texture confirmed it; Alaric's heart.
Isabel sighed through her nose and casually folded her arms, holding the organ close to her body and in a way that hid it from the Phoenix Lady's view.
Eleanor sniffed, plainly impressed that Isabel had not even flinched when the macabre object was thrown at her. “I've come to hear your choice,” she said.
“And what choice would that be?” Isabel drawled boredly, lowering her eyelids and lifting her eyebrows.
“Surely you have not forgotten your letter so quickly,” the Phoenix Lady replied, shifting her weight on the tree branch that she had settled on. The action caused the leaves surrounding her to rustle quietly. “Will you take Nicolai or not?”
“Well, that's a real dilemma, isn't it?” Isabel said, vaguely noticing that Alaric's heart had just been plucked from her grasp, leaving her hand empty. “He's damned if I leave him where he is, but I doubt he'll be happy to see me if he's brought back, and that just leaves him open to further corruption...” The lady knight's eyes snapped up to the Phoenix Lady's exact location within the tree, glinting silvery emerald in the moon's light. “I want the third choice. Send him back to Elrath.”
“WHAAAT?!” the Phoenix Lady's enraged scream echoed through the night, frightening sleeping birds into flight. “There is no third choice you stupid wench! JUST TAKE HIM BACK!” she howled.
Isabel sniffed, unmoved by the Phoenix Lady's rage, much to her mounting annoyance. “Fine, then it's a no. I swore that I would do it myself if you wouldn't. Nicolai's time in this world rightfully ended when the demons killed him, and if he belongs anywhere, it's with Elrath,” the last three words were pronounced with more force as Isabel made her point.
The Phoenix Lady felt her rage boil as she heard this; Isabel was supposed to go along with what they wanted, not act like a rebellious little troublemaker. “You think you're going to get Raelag back? You're wrong! You'll never see him again, you'll never be together! He's returned to the demons, I saw it! You will be alone for the rest of your miserable existence, Isabel!” Eleanor clenched her teeth in a ruthless grin, knowing that these words would hurt Isabel, even if nothing else she said would.
Her words had an effect, but not one that the Phoenix Lady had hoped for. A terrible anger flashed in Isabel's eyes for a few brief moments, then died down again. Casually she drew her sword and peered down its length, watching as the moon's light played across its highly-polished blade. “Do you ever wonder about the consequences of your actions?” she asked lightly, as if she were now making polite conversation with the creature that was supposed to be her enemy.
“Geh...? What?” Eleanor asked, startled from her triumph by the nature of question and the surprising coolness of Isabel's voice. “Of course I do! What kind of fool do you take me for?” she snapped.
“Right, right. You're no fool, as I can see,” Isabel said condescendingly, her voice still kept light despite the anger that boiled inside her chest. “So wonderful to hear that you support the deaths of innocent civilians. People you've never even met... Mothers, fathers, children, all pay for your actions,” a new expression, pained and terrifying, flashed across Isabel's face so quickly that Eleanor thought that she had merely imagined it. “Whatever you're getting out of this must be positively amazing,” she finished dismissively, cupping the elbow of her sword arm in her free hand.
“You don't understand!” Eleanor replied quickly. “I'm dying! He'll save me!” she fell silent. Only now that she heard herself saying it in relation to Isabel's statement did she realize what that meant.
“Civil war in the Unicorn Empire and Ygg'Chall, desecration spreading across the orc tribes to the east, turmoil in the Silver Cities and Irollan... I'm not sure that I would call Asha's followers innocent per say, but I'm quite sure that plenty of the peaceful ones have been killed during the fighting as well. To hell with having your hands covered in the blood of the innocent, you're practically swimming in it,” Isabel had the sword in a position that reflected the light of the full moon directly into her eyes, causing them to glow in a way. “You must be incredible, that your life is worth so many,” her off-handed remark stung more than it should have.
Isabel pressed on relentlessly. “I'd have thought that you would sympathize with someone like Alaric,” she said as she shrugged. “Technically he was forced into killing innocent people, though that doesn't free him from the guilt of what he did. And you should have seen the way that guilt tore him up from the inside, as if there were a beast trying to claw its way out of his chest,” she looked back up at the tree that the Phoenix Lady was seated in as she finished the sentence. “But I suppose you took care of that part quite well, didn't you?” she said coldly.
The knight's green eyes bore into Eleanor, despite the foliage that hid her from Isabel's view. A mix of unpleasant emotions welled up within her deformed body, but she forced them down, unwilling to show weakness to someone like Isabel. From what she had heard of the lady knight, Isabel was supposed to be an impulsive fool who tended to rush headlong into conflicts without thinking; it seemed that she had matured quite a lot since those details had last circulated. With a start she realized that she had allowed Isabel to get under her skin, and there was something else... Isabel had both hands in plain view, and neither of them had Alaric's heart. A quick check of the ground revealed that it was not there either. “What did you do? Where's the heart?” she asked.
“Heart?” Isabel asked, feigning confusion as she sheathed her blade. “Oh right, that. I suspect that the orc deities are doing something with it right now.”
“They can't do anything! They're powerless!” the Phoenix Lady snapped, though a nagging doubt persisted at the back of her mind.
“If you say so,” Isabel said, shrugging innocently. The less aware that their enemies were of the deities' situation, the the better, though it was wickedly fun to bait them like this. “Anyway, you have my answer. I'm going to find a way to send Nicholai back to Elrath, and so help me I will drag Raelag back from Sheog and cleanse him by hand if I have to.” A slight smile touched Isabel's mouth, the shape of it just short of a mean spirited sneer. “It was nice speaking with you, no doubt I'll see you later,” Isabel turned, waving a hand without turning her head to look at the Phoenix Lady's tree. “Ah, wait. One more thing before I go,” the knight said, stopping abruptly but not bothering to face Eleanor's tree. The boiling anger had frozen into a ball of cold malice. “If your master is so comfortable with killing the innocent and destroying lives as he pleases... What will he do to you once you've fulfilled your duties? Are you certain that he will uphold his end of the bargain? Or will he just dispose of you like the rest once he gets what he wants?” with a shrug Isabel started to climb the steps again. “Just some interesting food for thought of course. Good bye!” she practically sang the farewell as she entered the shelter of the temple entrance and disappeared into its deep shadow.
The Phoenix Lady briefly rapped her clawed fingers against the tree branch that she was crouching on as she watched Isabel enter the temple, then she sighed tiredly, her body drooping slightly. There was no talking to Isabel when she could whip around and bite her like that. Briefly the subject of the innocent lives that she had unwittingly destroyed forced its way into her mind, but she shoved it back viciously. She couldn't let that stop her, not when she was this close... Not now that she was in too deep to possibly escape. Sar-Elam would make her suffer greatly if she betrayed him, a fate that would make her current predicament pale in comparison. Now the doubt that she would even receive her reward from him invaded her mind, and she banished this with equal force.
A sudden tremor in the earth caused Eleanor to cling to the tree and hope that the shock wasn't enough to bring it down. The faint earthy laughter that followed the quake sent chills down her spine.
Isabel leaned against a nearby pillar once she was out of sight, then allowed herself to slide down its length until she rested in a seated position. So Raelag had returned to the demons... Somehow she doubted that he did so willingly. There was no question that the Phoenix Lady had a hand in that, since she'd been so kind as to throw the fact in Isabel's face. Isabel lifted her head when she felt something run down her face; now that her anger had died down completely, sadness had flooded in to take its place. She suppressed the first violent sob as she ripped her gauntlets off and rubbed her face dry with her bare palms. Crying would get her nowhere at this point, but she felt so betrayed by Raelag's decision...
This sorrow only caused her resolve to harden. She would ruin this mastermind's plans, whether it was for revenge or justice at this point, it didn't matter to Isabel. All she wanted was for everything to be normal again, and if she had to crack a few heads to restore that, then so be it. After a few more minutes spent resting against the pillar, Isabel got to her feet and walked to the room where Alaric's body was.
She shouldn't have been surprised to find that his body had vanished, but she was. Tiredly she wondered whether she would see Alaric again anytime soon, then decided that it was time to get some rest; the turmoil of the day was weighing heavily on her this late at night.
If there had been a table in Sar-Elam's prison, he would have slammed his fist on it. “You little rats! Filthy heathens!” he screeched irately at the two deities that darted gleefully in and out of his reach.
“Now you're just being rude,” Mother Earth chided, dodging yet another of Sar-Elam's attempts to grab her. The one made of air being superbly agile was understandable, but he had no idea how something made of rocks and dirt could be so damn nimble. “Isn't he rude, Sky?”
There was a brief silence, which was broken by Mother Earth's laugh; apparently Father Sky had nodded in agreement, though only she could see it. Silently Sar-Elam cursed the day that Asha had allowed these two to rise to power, and despite his fury he knew that he could do nothing to stop them from going around his barriers. He could halt most of the communication between the dragon gods and their followers sure enough, but not if the pair were determined enough to take the time to worm their way past them. He was lucky that he stopped them most of the time, though it was obvious that they were entirely capable of planning their breaches strategically in order to foil his plans. It meant that he would have to police his wards constantly and chase them out, more energy spent here when it could be utilized better elsewhere.
He groaned. “Would you just go? Annoy someone else!”
This time Mother Earth's voice was cold, freezing as the soil in the dead of winter. “Remember that you dragged our children into this, Seventh Dragon. We would have left well enough alone had you not caused such misfortune to befall them.” The presence of the divine pair vanished abruptly, leaving no trace that they had ever been there at all.
The next morning Isabel woke late, and was annoyed to find that her eyes were red and puffy; she'd been crying in her sleep. After washing her face with cold water she walked to the clearing in front of the temple to start her morning practice. She was shocked to find a man sitting on the temple steps, two heavy maces placed neatly beside him. He was dressed in mail and leather armor that was colored in shades of pale blue and deep brown, but it was his thin face and fair hair that gave him away.
“Alaric?” Isabel inquired, still looking surprised to see him seated there.
“That's right,” Alaric replied, looking up at Isabel. Though there was nothing different about his face or hair, something had changed. Isabel realized that Alaric now had his purpose, and he would fight to see it fulfilled at any cost. “Surprised to see me back so soon?”
“Yes,” Isabel blurted. “But what if she kills you again?”
Alaric sighed in annoyance and rolled his eyes. “They'll just bring me back again, but I hope she doesn't do it anyway.” He continued, feeling there was a need for a bit more explanation, “I'm bound to them now, body and soul. I'll come back even if I get disintegrated.”
“Well, that's useful, if also very painful-sounding,” Isabel said, trying to smile. “Care to join me?” she asked, gesturing to the patch of earth that would serve as her practice ground.
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posted April 06, 2011 03:33 PM |
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Kuz - you are very, very evil... I *the bad guys* will find a way to kill Alaric... And btw - Isabel actually has to know the Phoenix Lady but everything is ok I have a good idea about that.
SPOILER
Well, I think that Isabel just didn't recognize someone... But I'm planning to mess up with the Phoenix Lady a little.
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posted April 06, 2011 07:29 PM |
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Then the orc deities will be delighted with a new way to annoy Sar-Elam. ;P He's just going to come back with new abilities every time he's killed.
Well, the Phoenix Lady did just chill in that tree the whole time they were talking. Mind sharing the idea? I could write another segment based on that if you want.
And there has to be some point at which the villains' plans start going south. ;P Unless you actually want all the canon characters to die. *stares at evinin* Sar-Elam hired you, didn't he? That mad genius even got the writers involved with his plot! *horror* I will not allow you to succeed, villain!
Are you gonna do a bit on Zehir soon? I wanna know what's happening to him. :B
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evinin
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posted April 06, 2011 07:34 PM |
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I have an awesome idea for Zehir but I don't know if I can do it today (it's more likely to do it though). I thought in general for the future so I have other good ideas but they are soon to come. Before Zehir Fic I'll write another small reveal.
Edit: The reveal will say some stuff about Isabel.
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posted April 06, 2011 07:39 PM |
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Mmmkay, I'll see what I can do with that reveal, then.
Is like, no one else besides us and gnomes involved anymore? Duncan and Godric seem to have magically vanished.
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evinin
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posted April 06, 2011 07:42 PM |
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Mmmkay, I'll see what I can do with that reveal, then.
Is like, no one else besides us and gnomes involved anymore? Duncan and Godric seem to have magically vanished.
I don't know. I'm thinking of writing to them soon.
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posted April 06, 2011 08:00 PM |
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What did you think of my writing itself, btw? Relatively up-to-par?
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posted April 06, 2011 08:18 PM |
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What did you think of my writing itself, btw? Relatively up-to-par?
It's very good and impressive! You have a very interesting style of writing. It fits perfectly also.
Small reveal
"I don't know what's wrong with me... It's like I forgotten something really important. Do you know what I'm talking about?" The Phoenix Lady was lying in her cave and talking to the only being that liked her - her Phoenix.
"Yes."
"It's too bad that you can say only "yes" and "no" - otherwise you could tell me. I don't know - when I talked to Isabel I figured that she is important. She is important, yes, but I feel like I know her. I can't remember... It's like my memories were torn away from me. You knew that, right?"
"Yes."
"Did he take them from me? Is he trying to manipulate me?"
"Yes, yes."
"I will talk to him about that. I need my memories. It's really strange that I can't remember anything about Isabel. I can't work like that. Can you summon the orb for me? I'm still weak." The Phoenix nodded and closed it's eyes. The magical orb appeared right after that. "Master? We need to talk... We need to talk now."
"Indeed we do, my servant. You have lost control of the situation again - Alaric has been revived because of your stupid games. I know how to defeat him though - remember how you helped an elf to kill a vampire? The strategy is the same. But before that you must make sure that Zehir will fall in the trap. Am I clear?" The Phoenix Lady delayed her answer. She felt her inner fight but just nodded in the end. "Good, good... There is much work to be done but we are closer than ever." The orb vanished.
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posted April 07, 2011 12:43 AM |
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So the Phoenix Lady killed Alaric cause she wanted to rather than cause Sar-Elam told her to do so?
Why do you hate Alaric so much?
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Ylaya:
(This is probably going to be my longest entry. Great entries, BTW guys.  . Evinin, thanks for the "Memory wiper" reveal. You'll see why soon enough. )
Derelin held his torn arm as he ducked into the cave. Rage, sorrow and bile choked him. I failed you... But how could he have saved her? No, nothing short of a god could have stopped that thing. But no, that didn't matter now. No, he would kill her! He would kill that monster! Nothing could possibly stop him. A god could not get in his way now.
Not anymore.
The blood on his arm flowed around him, solidifying into a protective suit and claws. The blood rite finished, Derelin's pupils narrowed, becoming bloodied and red as rubies. Spikes ans fin-like blades formed on his arms from the wrist to his elbows. A helmet also created itself, pointed, jagged and sharp.
It had taken him the better part of the week to track her down, but it had been worth it. Vengeance would be his, at any price. He was ready to die, like he should have for his failure. Ylaya... Sorrow stopped him for a second, threatening to end his quest. But Derelin refused to be stopped so close to his goal.
The blood knight resumed his death march, moving towards the light in the cave's main chambers.
The phoenix lady sat in the cave, staring at the place that her master's orb had once inhabited. Something, many somethings, burned in her mind, but she couldn't remember what. Something with Findan... But he was normal again, wasn't he? He was cured, completely cured...
"Is he really cured?" She asked the Phoenix.
No.
"Will I forget again?" Silence told her that the phoenix didn't know.
She nodded, and part of what was nagging her subsided, but there was more. Something to do with a dark elf and an immortal... "Did I do something terrible?"
Yes.
"Can you tell me what it was?"
No.
She grimaced, and names came to her. "Is my name Natasha?"
No.
"Eleanor?"
No.
"Ylaya?" A mass of what seemed to be blood smashed through her phoenix's core. The great bird cried out once before falling into ash. Derelin stood up, hardened blood cracking as he straightened his joints. His distorted voice cried out, "How DARE you speak her name!" And then he was attacking her. Her! The Phoenix Lady! And he had killed her pet... Why?! Why was he doing this? Why!
With a howl of rage, Derelin threw his body at her, spinning and slashing with his serrated limbs. In that single cry, she heard a madness that resonated within her, one that she had felt herself. The cry of a person who has lost everything and given themselves over to madness. But she couldn't remember when or where she had cried out like that...
Derelin's bull rush connected, sending her flying back and making multiple cuts along her body. The Phoenix lady cried out in outrage at the pain and blasted him with a powerful spike of magic. The arrow shattered almost the entire front of his chest armor and cut into his flesh, causing him to bleed profusely. But where the blood welled up, it instantly hardened back into his armor. She watched this and shuddered, revolted that anyone would do this with their own bodies. "What kind of monster are you?!" She cried out.
"Me?! I'M the monster?!" He charged her again, grabbing her arm as she cast another spell and cutting deeply into her flesh. "No! You are! You! You murdered her!" Derelin threw the phoenix lady into the cave wall. "You're the one who did this!" She dodged his next attack by teleporting twenty meters behind him. Derelin's left arm sank up to its elbow in stone when he hit the place she just was. Another spell that should have killed him smashed into Derelin's back, causing more blood to well up. This time he used it to create a blade and repair his armor.
In a fiery blaze of glory, the Phoenix was reborn. It shrieked and rushed to its master's aid, making a blazing trail along the ground as it passed. Derelin ducked underneath it and cut down along the Phoenix's chest. His blade turned into ash with the majestic creature once again.
The Phoenix Lady protested, "That is enough!"
Gotai sat in the room, chained-contained next to Arantir with a curse-magic of great power. A large explosion was heard coming from the room outside, and a gray-skin trailing blood that was not blood crashed through the door to land next to Arantir. Kujin yelled in surprise.
He had to be dead. No one could take a blow like that. At least, Gotai-Khan thought that until the tall gray-skin stood back up. His own blood formed an armor that was a weapon that Gotai wished he could wear, for then he would need no steel-blade. And then it flowed into two bladed spears. He surprized the three yet again when, after standing from a hit like that, the gray skin ran back into the chamber, crying out as if his own birth-mother was being murdered before him.
Arantir chuckled. "Impossible. Those arts were abandoned long ago..."
Gotai-Kahn proudly watched the warrior rush into death again. "Mother Earth and Father Sky be your strength!"
Kujin echoed his cry, and held up one of the hardened shards ob blood that wasn't blood. "Thank you for our freedom." She mumbled, and began to pick the locks on their shackles.
Another explosion rocked the cavern.
Derelin could feel the soothing black oblivion calling for him. "No!" Again, he grabbed a hold of his blood, only this time he chose a different use. And a different target.
For the entire battle, a small orb generating energy was pulsating and feeding his foe raw power. It wouldn't much longer. Five spears of solidified blood smashed into the communication gem, shattering it. The armor re-created itself around him as once again the Phoenix was reborn. This time, it smashed into Derelin when it charged, burning him repeatedly and packing into his shoulder. tendrils of blood speared through its head, and the great bird returned to ash.
Derelin made a shield and sword, forcing himself to stay up through sheer will power. He would not die here. Not yet.
"Why are you doing this!" The Phoenix Lady cried.
"You murdered her!"
"I haven't murdered anyone except Alaric. Get you facts straight." she said smugly, knowing that she'd won their fight as she watched the proud warrior stumble.
"Liar!" Moving with speed that surprised her once again, Derelin smashed her into the cave wall with his body. Pinning her deformed form against the wall, He grabbed the Phoenix Lady by the throat. "You murdering b*tch! you Murdered my mistress! You killed Ylaya!" Suddenly his grip loosened, and Derelin fell to his knees. "She was only trying to help you... You were her friend..." Curling up into a ball on the floor, Derelin began to weep. "Mistress... My mistress..."
But the Phoenix lady didn't hear him.
She was remembering everything.
She had stepped through the portal and seen Ylaya. Hmph. This one is getting troublesome and out of hand. Good thing that I don't have to keep her alive. I've needed something to kill for quite a while.
The dark elf looked up from the remains of the undead army that had attacked her. "Hello Delora." Ylaya said.
How did she know-
"I know why you are here." This brought silence to the entire field.
"What?" The Phoenix Lady asked.
"I'm going to die." She politely crossed her arms. "If you follow your master's orders and don't take the time to listen to me." The Phoenix Lady looked at the keeper of law curiously, and then sat down, crossing her legs.
"Go on. I have time."
Ylaya sat down as well. "Listen, I know all about your master. I know what he has promised you. But listen to me. The seventh dragon will not give you what you need. He won't give you what you desire."
The Phoenix Lady snorted dismissively. "Right. He already gave me enough of the cure for one person."
"That's not what I meant and we both know it."
This piqued her interests, and the Phoenix lady leaned forward to show her new found curiosity. She looked like a cat watching its prey squirm. Ylaya didn't squirm. "Continue."
"Tell me, has he agreed to let even one of the others live?"
This took her aback. "What? No, no. Of course not! Why would he... Wait... Why does that sound..."
"You asked him if he would. I didn't think he would let you remember." Ylaya sighed.
The Phoenix Lady felt an itch at the back of her mind disappear as the memory came back. "Well, he needs them all. And then he will give me the cure and save my life." She stated, defending her monster of a master.
"Right. Did you not just say that you have enough of the cure for one person?" This brought about a long period of silence. "Use it."
The Phoenix Lady was shocked. "Use it? But I have to save Findan!"
"So that your master can sacrifice him?" Silence. "What's your real reason?"
"I..." She was about to answer that she wanted to live, but she could already do that with the cure her master had given her. She thought for a while longer, and stated matter of factly, "Because you all betrayed me. You deserve this death."
"We betrayed you? Delora, we were your friends. You pushed us away-"
"You left me to die!"
"We didn't think that you were still alive! You refused to let us help you!" Ylaya protested.
"No! You're lying! You betrayed me, all of you! I hate you for that!"
"You hate us?" Ylaya chuckled. "We tried to help, but you pushed us away in your pride. No, you don't hate us. You hate yourself."
The Phoenix Lady absorbed this without even blinking. "Right, and why would I do that?"
Ylaya hesitated. "Because I don't want to think that you are doing this because you've changed into the monster that you wanted to defeat all those years ago my clan sister."
"What did you call me?"
"... You really don't remember, do you?" The Phoenix lady shook her head. "Well then, you don't remember playing with each other as we grew up. You don't remember me defending you from the slavers. You don't remember telling me that you were leaving to protect me from the nobles and clan lords." the Phoenix Lady had felt a slight twinge in the back of her mind before, but now, in the present, she remembered all of this and more. In the past, she had nodded, pretending to know. She had even begun to cry and apologize for everything she had done.
Ylaya had fallen for it completely. She moved to comfort her clan sister, and the Phoenix lady incinerated her. "One less worm in my way." She muttered, only slightly concerned about what Ylaya had said. though later, when she had talked to Findan, these concerns had become stronger. She had started to remember.
And now she remembered everything. Growing up like a sister with Ylaya. Learning respect for life and death from Arantir. Hunting the great boar with Gotai and Kujin. Learning courtly manners and graces with Duncan and Freyda. Delving into the secrets of magic with Zehir, singing songs and writing poetry with Findan... And that was only the tip of the ice burg.
For everything she had become, and everything that she had lost, all that the Phoenix Lady could do was give a single tear.
She wiped the tear away. She stared up at the spot where the Orb sat. It was half-way rebuilt already. She looked down at Derelin's collapsed form and sighed. "I can't stop him. It's too late. But, maybe you can." She bent down and magically planted the way to stop Sar-Elam from being reborn into his mind and teleported the dark elf to a place where he would receive aid.
The Phoenix Lady bent her savaged and deformed body as she stood back up. She had to make sure that he would never learn of what had happened here. That he knew nothing of her rebellion. He wouldn't if she wiped her own mind of all knowledge, since he was blind without the orb.
But she had to do something first. Derelin was the exact high and generally the same build as a certain dark elven power hungry and oh so very dead fool. Ripping the fabric of time and space, she revived Thralsai once again.
He gasped, clutching his throat. "You! you promised me-" His outrage turned into a strangled cry of pain as she charred the flesh from his bones, leaving behind a badly burned skeleton. She wiped the memory of this from his spirit, and then wiped her own memory, remembering that the elf who had attacked her was destroyed in one massive surge of heat instead.
The Phoenix Lady smiled and whispered, "I hope it is enough."
When the Sar-Elam rebuilt his conduit to the world, he found the charred body of an elf, and a tall one at that, laying on the ground, dead. He searched the Phoenix Lady's memory and found that many of the doors he had closed were opened. He closed them again.
"Good work, my pet. Powerful foes like that are rare these days. One less is good for the mission. But what are you still doing here? Do what I told you to do. Lead Zehir into the trap."
"Yes, master."
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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evinin
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posted April 07, 2011 09:06 AM |
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God... Gnomes, Kuz - you really like reviving dead villains, don't you? It's going to be a little harder for me to lead the story but it's good anyway. Don't mess with the memories again because I have plans for that (for the moment she remembers who Isabel was for her). So... Derelin is Tharsai? And is Ylaya really dead? I'm kind of confused. And what happened to Gotai, Arantir and Kujin? They have to stay where they are. Ok, too many questions... I'll write about Zehir tday and a little SPOILER - you won't be able to use the Phoenix Lady for a week.
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