The Captain
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Water Sedi Captian of the Krakkan Honor amongst theives Pirate Captian
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Post by The Captain on Jan 21, 2008 19:35:14 GMT -5
Once again, several of the crew clutched there stomachs and stumbled towards the railings as the Crucifier blinked into existence on the crystal waters of the large lake to the south of Sethia. Vomit splashed into the water as the crew groaned; clearly still not used to the time travel Malachite was taking them through.
As the crew regained composure, they stumbled back towards the Captain, Malachite still standing where he was previously, still hissing in warning of the approaching crew members. Slowly, the Sedi moved towards the Fae cat, and just before they were close enough to touch the Captain, Malachite roared again, his form blinking out of existence along with the Captain and the Arc of Water.
Stunned, the crew stared at the vacant puddle of volcanic water and blood where the Captain had lain only a second before. Panic swept over them as they hustled around the deck, readying the painfully slow man of war to sail to the distant port near Sethia.
The Captain and the Fae cat blinked into existence seconds later at the main doorway to the High Keep in Sethia. The Captain’s bright red form appeared lying with the Arc of Water across his chest, Malachite right next to him. Another roar ripped from the Fae cat’s throat, echoing throughout the keep as if calling to someone.
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Post by Daegan on Jan 24, 2008 12:46:55 GMT -5
Thoughts raced through Daegan’s mind as he kept a firm grip on both the Arc of Shadows and Sitherack’s clothing. At first, Daegan figured it would be best to return to Cyrida, but little good would come of that and Sitherack didn’t need to know about Lomes completely. At least not yet. That would be a decision for Lasius.
Moments later, the shadows within the War Room in the Sedian High Keep quivered and seemed to come alive, jumping from the cracks and corners they once inhabited to pool towards the center of the room. The snaked and climbed upwards upon each other, tendrils shooting upwards like a small mud geyser. The shadows seethed upwards, and as if from nothing, exploded outwards as the forms of Daegan and Sitherack suddenly appeared.
The Soul Fire still raged around Daegan, burning brilliant in his eyes as he took several steps back from the Sage of Darkness, releasing the grip Daegan had on him. In mid air, the shadows shifted, changing instead from an outward motion to shoot back inwards, clinging to Daegan. They once more snaked and seethed around and up the man’s body as he stood opposite Sitherack, Soul Fire burning brightly around him.
“Lasius said he would return here. This is where we wait.”
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Post by Sitherack's Soul on Jan 25, 2008 17:29:44 GMT -5
As the shadows wrenched him from Tarthia and deposited him in War Room of the Sethian High Keep he felt his stomach wretch, it was all he could do not to heave there on the floor, but he managed to maintain at least a semblance of composure. Inside his mind raced, the possibilities of the Darkness failing were horrific to say the least. Disaster after disaster listed itself in his head, his eyes drifted to Arc of Darkness on the floor next to him, and closed painfully. The awesome power of being filled to the brim with all that Darkness could call upon, only to be unable to use it was torture. He made no move to pick up the weapon, Instead he pulled a chair out from the main table in the room and sank into it, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. He listened as Daegan spoke of Lasius coming here eventually. To little too late, Without Darkness nothing could be done to avert the inevitable disaster in Tarthia, unless...
“Daegan, we don't have the time to wait for Lasius, If the situation is as you have described it He is of little use to us unless he has recovered the Arc of Life, and If he has then he would already be using it. Even as we speak the Darkness that has inhabited Tarthia is failing. At some point my control over that abomination wielding the Arc of Death will end, when that happens the Entire Sedian population of Tarthia will find themselves surrounded by hundreds of thousands of ravenous undead.”
He looked up at the Sage of Shadows horror plainly written upon his face. “They will be wiped out, and with them Deirdre and the Arc of Death will increase the strength of her army to a magnitude that cannot be rivaled by any living force left on this world. Even if we find the Arc of Life and avert this disaster we will face another. We must leave the Hunt for the Arc of Life to Lasius, while we deal with Deirdre before its too late.”
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Post by Lasius on Jan 27, 2008 14:35:58 GMT -5
He nodded thoughtfully at Mal's last words, before her magick filled him. Defenders, there was a title that not many were left alive to recognize. The blink from here to Sethia did not really disconcert him. The erratic travel through lightning for his whole life had pretty much prepared him for anything when it came to travel. In a brief flash of Red light his form exploded into the main Courtyard of the Sethian High Keep. He could see the cat like creature that had been sent by Mal to accompany the Captain, and the burned still form of the Captain. Other than that the city seemed deserted.
He looked down at the still unconscious form of Wynne in his arms and then at the Still and red form of Ish on the ground. Las walked over to the Captain eyes watching the cat cautiously.
“You should seek out your Mistress cat, she said she had something to take care of and darted off rapidly, It could be that she needs your help.”
He turned back to the Captain and knelt, placing Wynne near him but not touching, then crouched between the two and pulled a hair of power through the Arc. The Jump wasn't far, but still there was no point in using his own energy when he didn't need too. The three flickered and vanished in a small purple flash of lightning to reappear in his personal chambers in the Sedian High Keep. Or what had used to be his chambers, now they were more decorated to Sitherack's taste.
He carried first one then the other gently to the bed to rest, he didn't have any healing or restorative powers of his own, so he would simply have to wait for them to recover on their own. In the mean time it was time to find some replacement clothes again. Hopefully something he could wear for more than five minutes before ruining it. He moved to the Wardrobe and noticed various suits of Sedian Battle Armor in Sitherack's bleached white preference. At least it fit him, that was a plus to having the man as a twin he supposed. He quickly changed into the armor, the protective runes across the belt and armor glowing a soft maroon the same as Sitherack's as he put it on.
Turning to the large stand mirror he grimaced once at the reflection. “Hello brother...” Then he slipped on the sheathed Arcs of Light and Lightning on either hip before moving towards the doorway. Upon reaching it he pulled power from the Arc of Light and infused it into the walls around the chamber as well as the doorway. Anyone trying to enter would find them selves immediately transported to the courtyard through the small but potent teleportation ward.
After securing the two and making sure their rest would not be disturbed he walked through the Empty Keep lost in thought, There was so much to be done... both in the immediate future and in the time to come. He began to hear voices as he walked and moved in the direction of his War Room, stopping in the entryway as he saw Darken and Daegan standing facing each other across the table. He quickly noted that neither of them had procured the Arc of Life, and sighed softly, He hadn't been able to make out what they were saying before entering the Room.
“So you two are back then, I suppose that means you were unable to locate the Arc in Tarthia...”
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Post by Daegan on Jan 27, 2008 23:02:46 GMT -5
Daegan’s eyes narrowed as the Soul Fire burned brilliant around his body and in his eyes. His daughters might have been lost to him, but they were still of his flesh; in a manner of speaking at least. The grip he held around the Arc of Shadows was white-knuckled, and he turned on his heels to face the Sage of Darkness full on.
“Abomination… Deirdre…”
His right arm shot outward, the Arc of Shadows being thrust forward as Daegan’s self-control snapped. Of course Sitherack had absolutely no clue he just insulted Daegan’s daughter, but that didn’t matter anymore. The man was walking a thin line between reality and insanity, and Sitherack’s words caused that line to blur from view. The Soul Fire that burned around Daegan flared as the Sage thrust the Arc outwards, willing the shadows to explode outwards at Sitherack, like hundreds of tiny fists smashing into the man.
Only that isn’t what would actually happen. As soon as Daegan harnessed the power of the Arc, the Soul Fire did flare, but it suddenly flickered and completely blinked out of existence as Daegan’s body temperature suddenly dropped. The shadows wrapped around his body like a second skin, swirling around his body, but it was like liquid ice. The Sage of Shadows shuddered as he stumbled backwards, his bloodied grip on the Arc of Shadows loosening and faltering altogether as the artifact crashed to the ground.
Small icicles began to crystallize over Daegan’s hair and nose, dripping down from his ears and eyebrows. He shivered violently, and finally the shadows fell away form his body completely, the Sage ceasing to call forth the element for fear of freezing to death. He glared at Sitherack as Lasius stepped into the room.
“It would appear as though both of our Elements have failed…”
The Sage continued to shiver, backing himself into a corner as he hunched over, rubbing his hands over his arms, almost hugging himself as he desperately tried to warm his body. Slowly, Daegan’s head turned, his gaze falling onto the Lightning Childe.
“Darkness has failed, and apparently so have the Shadows.”
Daegan trailed off, Sitherack’s description of what might unfold in Tarthia haunting his mind. He muttered words of hatred and other curses under his breath as he shivered in the corner, working up the energy to bring the words in his mind out into the open.
“Your so-called abomination is MY daughter, Sitherack.”
His eyes cut back to Lasius, narrowed and still brimming with the hatred Daegan had for Sitherack. The aqua ring around his eyes quivered slightly as he continued speaking.
“Which means – as Sitherack has concluded – his infernal control over her…”
A hiss stole from his lips as Daegan uttered the words, hatred becoming apparent once more in his tone.
“…is going to fail. As such, she will fall victim to the Arc of Death… and the rest of Tarthia will fall victim to her.”
Slowly, Daegan stood up, the icicles slowly fading away from his face and hair as his body temperature began to rise once more, the ill effects from the failing shadows starting to diminish.
“She must be stopped. Deirdre must be removed from the Arc of Death… and sent on to rest in blissful eternal slumber.”
His eyes narrowed as they locked onto Sitherack, Daegan’s right hand moving to rest on the table in the center of the War Room.
“And I will be the one to do it. Because of you…”
Daegan trailed off again, cutting his look away from Sitherack as his hands curled into fists, the barely dried cuts on his palm being torn open again. Once more Daegan turned to face Lasius, the aqua ring of Soul Fire quivering once more in his eyes.
“You and I both. Until Death fails, I can still harness the nether energies long since forgotten. The wretched energy that’s been infesting my very Soul these long years.”
Once more Daegan trailed off, images of his childhood flashing into his mind. He could see his father, the tall, ash white Necromancer and the pale thief of a Shadow Sedi that was his mother. The Sage closed his eyes tightly, trying to get the painful reminders of his troubled past from his thoughts. He shook his head and staggered slightly, bringing his fingers up to touch the bridge of his nose.
“Sacrifices must be made for the greater good. Many sacrifices.”
Daegan brought his hand away from his face. His body stiffened as he stood over the Arc of Shadows that lay on the ground. His hands curled back into fists as he seemed to look through the walls of the War Room, the events of what were to come flashing through his mind. The countless undead, the sight of his daughter, and ultimately the final blow. A single tear slipped down his cheek.
“Many sacrifices…”
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Post by Lasius on Jan 29, 2008 16:33:07 GMT -5
Lasius winced at the confrontation between Sitherack and Daegan. It was obvious to him that the true extent of the situation had not really sunken into either of their heads yet. He didn't really blame them, not really, after all the idea of the simple winking out of the immortal soul into nothingness was profound enough to snap most mens minds. He really hated this part of being who he was, it was often his job to break bad news on his people and normally it was not received well. One of these days the Sedi would get fed up with him and hang him if he never found anything positive to say probably.
“You are right Daegan, many sacrifices must be made for the greater good. But fate does not call on you to make this one. At least not at this time.” He turned toward Sitherack and braced himself. He already knew that his brother would not receive this well the only comfort came from the fact that he was essentially powerless at this time. “The Tarthian population must be left to fend for itself, I'm Sorry Sitherack, if they all have to die to find the Arc of Life then it must be so, their deaths as great a price to pay as it is may be necessary.”
He turned away, unable to face the looks that Sitherack and Daegan would give him, he had spent his entire life protecting Sedian life, and to condemn 150,000 of them to be slaughtered by legions of undead or worse, it was almost more than he could bear. He held onto his reserve by fingernail as he continued.
“The Arc was not in Tre Betal, at least the Captain did not return with it if it was. If we travel to Tarthia and waste our time engaging an undead army as vast as this one, in an attempt to kill their leader, it will take far to much time. By the time we were successful, assuming of course we were with so little power left, Lomes would likely be dead. We would be taking a gamble to save the lives of people who may already be dead, only to have their souls and ours wiped out in the mean time.”
He closed his eyes shoulders slumping in an almost defeated posture. “Malkate has left to take care of something, though she said not what. The Arc is not in Tarthia or Tre Betal, it could be anywhere at this point, It's a slim shot to split up and search for it, but its better than nothing. With Darkness and Shadows failing neither of you can teleport.”
Slowly, reluctantly he drew the Arc's of Light and Lightning from their sheathes. He placed them on the table silently his eyes lingering on them unable to pull away. “Daegan take Lightning, Sitherack take Light, I can still harness my element. And I still have access to the powers of the Sage of Light. This is the best I can do to give our race, and every living thing hope. Seek out the Arc of Life, if you find it go immediately to Cyrida and use it to replenish Lomes Life force, do not attempt to penetrate her barriers, just focus Life force into her, all she can absorb. It is our only chance.”
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Post by Sitherack's Soul on Jan 29, 2008 16:57:18 GMT -5
His eyes widened as Daegan's calm snapped, in truth he had no idea that the undead woman holding the Arc of Death had at one point been his daughter, with that fact revealed to him he managed a hair of respect for the mans self control, but that respect was questioned a moment later as Daegan lashed out at him with the harnessed shadows. The defensive runes on his armor flared bright red as they begun to attempt, however futilely to slow or repel the assault that was directed at him. Of course it never happened, that didn't stop him from taking an involuntary step backwards.
Shadows had apparently taken a similar fate to Darkness, however this didn't really comfort Sitherack, He had been counting on Daegan's powers to save Tarthia, and truthfully he would have gladly given his life in exchange for that of his followers. It was at that point that Lasius strode into the chamber. Daegan's words to his brother gave him more hope, with two Arc's and the Sage of Light it was entirely possible they could cut through to the heart of Deirdre's army and take her down. His only Hope was that the battalions of Tarthia could hold out long enough that the civilians in the city could survive. Too many had died to risk the loss of such a large number of the remaining Sedi.
He knelt to retrieve the useless Arc of Darkness from the floor and paused half in the act of rising as Lasius' words struck him. Logic was not a consideration for him at this point, rational thinking had gone out the window, all he could envision was the death of his people at the horrid mercies of the undead. At first he listened numbly his head hung as the words of his brother rolled over him. Some far gone voice in his head found it amusing that his brother was dressed as the Sage of Darkness while pronouncing the fate of the Tarthian people with such callous finality.
He watched as his brother laid the Arc of Light on the table before him, like some weak and pathetic consolation prize paid for with the blood of a 150,000 of his people... All of his people that were left alive. Rage built in him as his hand closed around the hilt of the wretched Arc that was the opposite of everything he held dear. Finally he raised his head gray eyes locked on the identical eyes of his brother.
“My help. You want my help.” He tightened his grip on the Arc of Light the blade shimmering with barely suppressed power. “You condemn our race to oblivion, on the off chance that we three might find some random piece of jewelry in time to save us all.” He reached back with his free hand and punched Lasius right in the face with all his strength, the blow spun his brother half around and knocked him flat on his face.
“This is not over between us, It has not even just begun, the wrath the Sage of Shadows holds towards me will seem but a candle before the sun for the vengeance I will extract from you before this is done.” He turned and faced Daegan, his eyes locked on the other mans. “Do you have something to say to me, say it now.”
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Post by Daegan on Jan 29, 2008 19:25:18 GMT -5
In part, Daegan was grateful in what Lasius was saying. He was thankful, in part, that he didn’t have to travel through the energies of lightning. Just from wielding the Arc of Lightning, Daegan often got a little queasy from the erratic and chaotic element. Appearing in the center of a city of crazed Undead in a lightning bolt wasn’t appealing to say the least. And the thought of striking down his own daughter. Words suddenly leapt from his throat.
“They must be dealt with at some point, if that blas…”
Daegan stopped, and cut his eyes towards Sitherack. The Arc of Dreams was not present on Daegan, so the Sage of Darkness wasn’t aware of the reclamation of the accursed artifact. In his head, Daegan cursed himself for having cut himself off at such a point, and even more upset at his sudden outburst.
“I mean… if logic dictates, the Undead will over-run the outnumbered Tarthians. Undead or not, a Sedi is a Sedi. I don’t want to accept it as Fate, but it is logic.”
Daegan sighed slightly and shook his head in frustration with himself. He certainly didn’t have his wits about him, and the failing of his element was haunting. His only advantage over his mortal enemy was the necromantic energies of the Soul Fire that plagued the Sage of Shadows’ soul. The dark nether energy that had cursed him from the womb.
He, too, knelt down and picked up the Arc of Shadows as Sitherack spoke, the aqua ring around Daegan’s eyes flickering. As Daegan touched the Arc, he closed his eyes, and fighting his every instinct, harnessed the energy of the nether Soul Fire. The eerie aqua fire exploded in his eyes as he opened them, slowly standing as Lasius placed his twin Arcs upon the War Table.
His eyebrow rose slightly. Sacrifices left and right it seemed. Daegan reached down and picked up the Arc of Lightning as the queasy feeling he was once dreading became very real again. He could feel the fury of the erratic element surge up his arm, causing both of his hearts to skip beats. He gasped slightly, softly, the electricity surging around his lungs.
Daegan’s whole body shivered as the Soul Fire burst sudden around him, burning atop his shoulders and down his arms. The ghastly visage of the Sage of Shadows returned, the Soul Fire only silhouetting Daegan in more and more shadows that he dared not call forth. Being nearly frozen once a day was quite enough.
The Sage gripped the two Arcs in either hand, tiny bolts of azure lightning arching up his arm to mingle with the Soul Fire. The fury of the lightning dancing with the unholy fire. His pale skin seemed to glow with the same eerie aqua color that burned around his upper torso. His mind was distant, the visions of his dreams haunting him. The emotions that were tearing through his body only fueled with the extreme energy of the Arc of Lightning.
His eyes flashed for a second, a single bolt of lightning crackling from each one of his eyes as the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled Daegan’s ears. The Soul Fire flared about his body as the impact of Sitherack’s punch seemed to shake Daegan to the core. It was as if Daegan’s mind snapped, the Arc of Lightning increasing the Sage’s rage into levels he hadn’t experienced in ages. He could feel the surge of the raw elemental energy course through his body, as if it was the very blood that drove his body.
There was a trail of light as Daegan’s body surged forward, the Soul Fire trailing behind in the flurry of motion that was the Sage. He burst outwards, and like a linebacker brought his shoulder into the body of Sitherack just as there eyes locked. The look of pure hatred lingering for only a second before the solid hit. The Soul Fire burned like the surface of the sun, intense arcs of the flames lapping off of Daegan as he skidded to a halt a few feet from the fallen form of the Sage of Darkness.
Lightning danced all around Daegan’s left side, his arm looking like some sort of intense azure storm. The rage of Mother Nature incarnate. His movements were quick and fluid like the very energy that filled the Sage of Shadows, the lightning making the nerves in his body firing quicker, the muscles responding at an intense rate. Before Sitherack would be able to recover, the Arcs of Shadows and Lightning would almost seem to appear at his throat, the fury of Daegan extremely evident in the figure that stood over Sitherack.
“I would take your head now, Sage of Darkness…”
His voice boomed through the room, like a sudden loud clap of thunder. His eyes slid closed as the visions of his dreams seemed to suddenly flicker into view. Time lapsed for just a split second, causing everything to flash black before returning to normal, jarring Daegan. His dreams seem to become all too real suddenly as he found himself once more standing over Sitherack in a sort of triumph, just as the Arc of Dreams had shown him.
The extremely feeling of vengeance almost made Daegan shudder with delight as his eyes flashed back open, an almost insane looking glazing over his eyes, the Soul Fire and lightning dancing around each other as they crackled along the edges. He glared down at Sitherack, the repeated image of his beheading playing over and over again in Daegan’s mind.
“Daddy! Stop it!”[/b][/color]
Daegan shuddered and almost fell backwards, staggering away from Sitherack. The dream shattered around him, the glazed look falling from Daegan’s eyes as the Soul Fire flickered for a second, the Sage’s concentration of harnessing the nether energy being diverted as the voice of his daughter ripped through his mind. Her comforting words of always being with him flared and faded from thought as he regained his composure. He now found himself standing in front of Lasius, the Soul Fire still burning around his body, tiny bolts of lightning crackling around his eyes and up his left arm which gripped the Arc of Lightning tightly. He held the Arc of Shadows outwards with his right, bracing himself from the retaliation that was sure to be coming.
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The Captain
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Post by The Captain on Jan 29, 2008 19:43:20 GMT -5
The Captain groaned slightly, his eyes opening slowly. He winced at the flashes of light that danced around the room, the protective Ward that Lasius had erected. Slowly, the Captain looked around the room, his muscles protesting every little movement. Even blinking made him grimace in pain, which only brought on more pain. The burning sensation was intense, the fire of the volcanic burn still very apparent. He then blinked several times, realizing what was lying on his chest.
Crying out in pain, the Captain moved his right arm down, allowing his hand to wrap around the cool shaft of the trident. Closing his eyes, the Captain focused on the icy waters of the cold winter seas, and smiled with relief as the image flooded his mind. The cold sea wind seemed to fill his lungs as a tiny wisp of frozen air escaped his lips. The Arc of Water hummed softly as the Captain channeled his thoughts into it, cooling his body as moving wasn’t as painful.
With a little effort and a lot of swearing, the Captain managed to climb from the bed, bits of flesh sticking and clinging to the bed. Cooked pieces of skin and muscle flayed off his back as louder swears erupted his mouth in protest from the pirate. As he cursed all that dwelled on land, the faint sound of thunder filled the Captain’s ears. His eyebrow raised slightly as his gaze darted from the doorway of his chambers to a window.
“Not a cloud in the sky…”
His voice was raspy and harsh, like the volcanic fires he was virtually submerged into. The hellish blaze that cooked the Water Sedi to near death. Sighing softly, the Captain staggered towards the door, using the Arc of Water for support. Cursing something new with every step, the Captain threw open the door upon reaching it and started towards the direction of the rumble.
He paid no attention to the looks of the servants of the Keep as he stumbled down the corridors his ears twitching as if remembering exactly where the sound had come from. Before long, the pirate found himself facing a situation he hadn’t expected to see. Leaning slightly against the Arc of Water, the Captain stopped outside the door to the War Room, both eyebrows raised in surprise.
His clothing was singed and burnt, ragged and still damp from the volcanic waters. His flesh was cracked and throbbing, burned from the extreme heat of Tre Betal. He looked tired and spent, but still his all white eyes seemed to twinkle.
“So this is what happens when I’m not around, huh?”
The pirate smirked as he looked at Lasius, Daegan and Sitherack, having absolutely no idea what just transpired between the three, but seeing the after effects.
“And there isn’t even any rum!”
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Post by Sitherack's Soul on Jan 30, 2008 17:02:43 GMT -5
It felt something like being hit with a train, the impact of the Sage of shadows lightning driven form into his body was devastating, softened only a hair by the flash shield that the Armor threw up, and the Arc driven sage cut through before it was even fully formed. Before he could blink the Arc of Lightning was at his throat. He could feel the blade against his naked skin, the Arc of Shadows was there too, but though it looked to be at his throat it actually rested against a hair thin invisible magical barrier designed by his armor. The Arc of Shadows was not working, but it mattered not with the Arc of Lighting resting against his jugular. Only his right hand moved, tightening Around the Arc of Light as the blade flared brilliantly. There was little he could do before the Sage of Shadows could complete the death strike however.
To his surprise however Daegan backed off this did not however lessen the rage that roared through Sitherack, his people dying, and he had to deal with this mans petty vengeance. Well if that was to be the way of things then so be it. He rose to his feet in one smooth motion while pulling energy from the Arc of Light. The difficulty of wielding energy opposite to his soul and the soul of the Sage that dominated him through and through was intense, but his anger overcame it.
Light flooded around him, it would be brilliant, almost blinding to everyone else in the room, but from his perspective it was dull, barely luminescent, as the light emanated outward from his form. “I tire of your weakness So called Sage of the Shadows. You threaten me, then leave, you attack me then back off, I am not your play thing, now you will pay the price for your indecision.”
He pulled as much Light through the Arc as he could The light around him formed a sort of Shield, though it fluctuated with the now massively over powered and crackling field of his armor. He focused his energies as he raised the Arc in front of him, the blazing blade before his face cast the deepest blackness over his form, all that could be seen was the outline of brilliant Light.
“I should kill you, but there is something much worse than Death waiting for you now Daegan, and I want you to experience it. I take from you the Shadows. Save this world and your element if you can, but you will never know the touch of your shadows again, never will they come to your beck and call, you will be a Sage of nothing!”
He thrust the Arc of Light outward, and the Light became quite literally blinding, anyone without their eyes shut tight at this point, well perhaps except Lasius, him being the Sage of Light, would very likely go blind. The light Surrounding Sitherack's form, Exploded outward through the room and then rushed at Daegan, from every direction at the speed of Light, it would coat the man like a second skin, making him brighter than noonday, scattering shadows away from him no matter how hard he tried to call them to his form. The Light was not a transient thing, it would stay with him, unless removed by an equally powerful or more powerful source, it could always coat his body.
Even in the midst of the attack Sitherack shot one last hateful look at this brother, knowing that throughout all the light His brother could see him, he also knew that his brother would be aware that it was his action that handed over the Arc that damned his friend. Just the start of the revenge that Sitherack had planned for his brother. He saw Lasius begin to reach for him as the world Dissolved around him, and Sitherack vanished in a supernovas flash of light, that shone through the walls of the keep blinding most of the very few remaining Sedi left in Sethia.
(Continued In Tarthia)
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Post by Lasius on Jan 30, 2008 17:21:58 GMT -5
His jaw hurt like hell, He was just picking himself up as Daegan lashed out then fell back from Sitherack. The words of Malkate echoed through his skull as the Light from Sitherack was exploding outward to Daegan's form, he turned to lunge at his brother, in an attempt to wrest the Arc of Light away from the man and lift the spell, curse, whatever it was from Daegan. His eyes welled with tears as his brother vanished in a flash of light just before he could reach him. He smashed his fist into the floor hard enough to crack the marble tiling, as tears welled in his eyes, several dripping tot he floor and pooling there. He couldn't bring himself to move, nothing he could have foreseen prepared him for this outcome. So much happened in so short a time that he had not quite made out Malkates message. The Link she used was so old and forgotten that the mental energy used to speak through it came at a great effort now.
I didn't catch that a lot has happened, you say you found the Arc? Get it by any means necessary, get it and get back to me immediately, I'm in Sethia.
He remained there, his head bowed his thoughts were shaky, unnerved, if she could sense that, Things were spinning out of control so quickly that there was little if anything he could do to put it right, he honestly didn't know where to begin, but all he knew was that he could not give in at this point. Slowly he rose to his feet, he turned facing the two remaining in the room, He didn't say anything yet, It was time for actions, discussion had been had they needed to move, but given the circumstances he couldn't bring himself to start immediately issuing orders.
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Post by The Captain on Jan 30, 2008 21:03:04 GMT -5
The Captain winced and stumbled backwards, managing to get out of the blast radius of the light beam that Sitherack launched before vanishing altogether. He groaned as his burned muscles protested the quick movement, and stumbled back into the doorway once the brilliant light had vanished. He gripped the Arc of Water tightly, using it to lean on as he surveyed what had just happened.
“Well, that was certainly a show. Is there an encore or do we just go get drunk now and be done with it?”
He raised an eyebrow, his all white eyes cutting over to Daegan who seemed to be standing there stupidly. His other eyebrow shot into the air as the impact of what Sitherack had bellowed hit him. He watched as the shadows recoiled away from the Sage of Shadows, the glowing white light still very apparent around the man.
“Uhh… you’re still all glowy…”
The pirate tilted his head, taking a few more steps into the War Room. Confusion covered his burned face as he, too, stood there like the other two men in the room. Completely dumbfounded, or at least too shocked to respond properly. Daegan must have used the same charm the Sage had used with the pirate towards Sitherack to merit such an extreme attack.
“Well there goes the jitatin neighborhood.”
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Post by Daegan on Jan 30, 2008 21:25:12 GMT -5
Rage filled Daegan as the Arc of Lightning flare, but it was too little too late. The brilliant flash stunned Daegan, and before he could realize what was happening, everything faded to black. The last image he saw was the face of Sitherack, the visage of the one man Daegan hated more than anything. He stumbled backwards, recoiling in pain from the blinding light.
The Arc of Shadows once more clamored to the ground, the Arc of Lightning following in its path a moment later as Daegan brought his hands up to his eyes. He was blinking violently, and still the blackness would not leave him. A twinge of panic swept up his spines as furious the Sage rubbed his eyes. The Soul Fire had long since blinked out existence, fading as soon as Sitherack had initially launched his devastating retaliation.
“Where… what…”
Daegan continued to stumble backwards, the panic quickly becoming more than just a twinge. It grew into full blown terror as Daegan found himself smacking into the wall, the back of his head smashing backwards into the cool stone. He winced and groaned, staggering forward. Clumsily he moved to grab onto something, anything, for support, but unable to see the Sage found himself face first on the floor.
He almost yelped out in pain, but the waves of panic surged over him. His lungs seemed to empty completely of air as he gasped wildly, a crazed look overtaking his wide-open eyes. Daegan lashed out wildly, his arms swinging around on the ground as fear and confusion overtook the Sage. Sitherack’s words haunted Daegan as he cried out loudly.
“I’M BLIND! I’M BLIND!”
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Post by Malkate Rose Sedi on Jan 31, 2008 14:28:12 GMT -5
Malkate’s eyebrow arched as her words boomed, as did the woman’s voice. She was unimpressed, such dramatics were easy play to a Mage but at the same time the creature’s manipulation of the plane was interesting enough. Though the stab of pain that hit her ears, that made her reach up her hands and cover them was enough to rise and spike that precarious temper that she’d been harboring. Her red eyes narrowed into small slits as the childish banter berated her ears – for it reminded her of that, a small child who refused to give up its favorite doll. Lives at stake and this – thing – wanted to play games. Of course the idea of winking out its life tickled her mind, but she knew that was a second nature she wanted to get rid of.
Turning her gaze away slightly she stared down at the ground beneath them, at the lake that was next to her inn. To get back to Sethia manually would take forever, and transporting while keeping the creature trapped in the cage could be tricky if she didn’t do it right. Her gaze turned back when she heard the voice again, and her eyebrow arched at the woman’s true appearance, or at least what Malkate could assume she was born as.
“You show your true form at last?”
She reached out to grab a hold of the cage, all intending to bring it to Sethia when air failed around her, and her manipulation of it broke and she started plummeting. A scream echoed from the mage’s throat before her form shifted, and she adjusted the ‘cage’ so she could hold it in her hawk like claws as she semi-shifted, looking more a giant bird-woman from some mythology than anything. Her heart raced as she grabbed the staff in her hands, one of the stones dying out in its light before the next started to glow brilliantly. The arc of Magik seemingly pulsed as they winked out of where they were, and reappeared in Sethia in another flash of light. Malkate dropped the ‘cage’ on the ground, large hawk wings folding behind her as she landed and her body shifted back to normal.
“Whats going on here?”
Her eyebrows knitted as she looked around, furniture lay on its side, Lasius seemed struck, Daegan was fumbling around and the albino was staring. Malkate blinked, and looking closer at Daegan noticed the glow that surrounded him and arched a brow, pushing closer to the cage.
“Well, timing seems to be fun. I’ve got the Arc of life, but she’s not giving it up.”
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Post by Lasius on Jan 31, 2008 18:43:05 GMT -5
Lasius winced at Daegan's agonized cries echoed out through the room. He was aware the being blind he was not even fully aware of the horrible fate that Sitherack had inflicted upon him. He moved forward as the blind sage stumbled around and clasped his hand in Daegan's, pulling him to his feet and steadying him.
“Its OK Daegan, Malkate has found the Arc of Life, we will use it to restore your sight, don't worry my friend it wont be long.”
He placed a hand on the mans shoulder to steady him so that he wouldn't wander off into anything in the darkness that had become his world for now. It was at this point that Malkate and the cage containing the Existence Sedi was deposited into the midst of the war room. He heaved a great sigh of relief, and looked down at the tiny figure of the Illusionist. So much trouble to locate this one elusive Sedi, any longer and they could all have been snuffed out like a candle.
“I see i thought that this type of Sedi had all been wiped out, but apparently I was mistaken. You my little friend are a rare commodity, because of that I will make every effort to preserve you. Obviously you would have handed over the Arc had you been inclined to do so however since you have not I must relieve you of it.”
He turned to Malkate and smiled softly as he removed the small shield like object from her. He had recognized it but said nothing when she retrieved it from the the Tower of Shadows. He glanced distastefully from at the small shield like Arc, he had a particular dislike for anything that invaded the dreams of another and this Arc was the supreme manifestation of that.
He held it forward towards the small form of the Existence Sedi and focused on sleep, the energy would be overwhelming reducing her mind to an unconscious dream state in a matter of seconds he then gestured for Mal to release the dimensional cage nodding to her to let her know it was safe. The existence Sedi would be out for at least 12 hours before her mind would be able to find its way back through the maze of dreams to a conscious state.
He walked over and removed the Arc of life from her tiny hand, and it obediently grew to fit his own, slipping it on caused a surge of life force he had not felt since he had been immortal. Apparently Life had not failed, thankfully. He could already feel something out of phase with Lightning, the element was already erratic enough without everything else going on, but any change could mean complete failure or simply the beginning of destabilization. Either way this close to success he would not risk anything on a gamble.
He Embraced the Light through the Sages powers within him, pulling as much as he could, there was no outward manifestation as with the Arc, but his eyes tightened under the strain. “I'm going to take us to Cyrida now, I don't have an Arc to aid me so I will have to do this myself. It wont be easy, or smooth, but it will get the job done. If you want to come for the ride you need to stand within 1 foot of me.”
He knelt and retrieved the Arcs of Shadows and Lightning, then put his hand back on Daegan's Shoulder and guided him a few feet away from the illusionist. Certainly didn't want her tagging along. After everyone who was coming had moved close enough, he released the energy of the Light within him and they disintegrated, their bodies became charged Light, and moved from Sethia to Cyrida in less than a second where they reformed on the ground outside the Tower of Shadows. He then removed the Arc of Life from his hand and slipped it onto Daegan's, long enough for it to regenerate his sight, then removed it and slipped it back onto his own hand.
“Alright I have thought about this. None of us have ever used this Arc before, so the only hope we have of healing her is to put it on her. I'll do it since making her was my decision in the first place. I suggest you all remain here at a safe distance. I'm not sure exactly what will happen but its our best shot.”
He turned embracing the Light once more, but paused and looked back
“In case this does not go as planned It's been an honor.” And he was gone in a flash of subdued white light.
(continued in Cyrida)
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