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Jan 14, 2008 17:06:35 GMT -5
Post by Daegan on Jan 14, 2008 17:06:35 GMT -5
The shadows brought every whisper they touched to the ear of Daegan, every uttered word within the Tower of Shadows swept through Daegan’s mind seconds after it was spoken. His head pounded, but he could just barely make out the voice of Wynne. His eyes narrowed, his grip on the Arc of Shadows tightening as he faded from view once more, the shadows snapping back to where they were moments before.
A second later the Sage was in the ruins of Wynne’s bedroom. He knelt down behind her, cradling her rag-doll like form up into his arms. He smiled softly down at his daughter, brushing furious golden strands away from her face. He held her tightly with one arm, his other gripping still the Arc of Shadows. His eyes glowed brilliantly as the Soul Fire burned within, waiting to be unleashed.
He stumbled as the tower shifted once more, the ground uneasy for a moment. Grunting, Daegan continued through Wynne’s room, placing her down on the floor for a moment as he grabbed another set of clothes for her. Quickly Daegan dressed his daughter and after kissing her on the forehead he scooped her back into his arm.
The shadows had been pooling around the Sage as soon as he’d entered the ruined room, snaking from there original locations to follow there master. They seethed about him each time he stopped, as if they were begging for his attention. They continued to snake up his body as he picked up Wynne, and then as if granting there requests the Sage vanished with his daughter once more.
Daegan and Wynne faded back into existence moments later where Malkate and Lasius now stood. Wincing, Daegan looked away from the hovering sphere of energy, the brilliance too much for his eyes to handle immediately. Soul Fire began to crackle around his wrists and danced over his shoulders, his eyes still burning with the nether energy.
Gingerly, he set Wynne down, the shadows once more snaking and wrapping around each other to protect his daughter as she regained her sense and had her wits about her. Daegan wasn’t sure what was going on, but he forced the pain in his heart deeper down as he turned to face Lasius, grimacing from the kiss he caught the last bit of.
“Too late for what? NOW what’s wrong?”
Daegan swung the Arc of Shadows upwards, pointing to the energy sphere as he spoke. Already the shadows were pooling around his feet again, seething about the Sage as they snaked over Wynne. They oozed from the cracks and crevices, from the fissures and holes the explosion had created.
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Jan 14, 2008 17:15:43 GMT -5
Post by The Captain on Jan 14, 2008 17:15:43 GMT -5
The Captain motioned back to the Life Sedi of his crew as Malkate spoke to him and then vanished in the same red light she had appeared in. Shaking his head, the Captain turned around, surveying the situation. He glanced at each member of his crew and nodding at each one of them he finally spoke.
“Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Crushed to death and then explosions? It’s a regular celebration! Anyway, let’s high-tail it out of this pile of rubble before it kills the lot of us.”
He motioned for the crew to follow as the Captain started off and out of the War Room. He gripped the Arc of Water tightly in his hand as he maneuvered his way through the twisting and shattered corridors of the Tower of Shadows. He didn’t speak, only grunted as they came across a wrong path or blocked archway. His brow furrowed, all white eyes scanning the walls and floors until they finally found a large fissure in the lower level of the Tower.
Dropping only a few feet town, the crew quickly scrambled from the fissure moments before it squeezed shut as the Tower shifted again. Every man’s head shot upwards at the glowing ball of energy that surged where Daegan’s bed chambers had been. The Captain gave a silent hand signal to the Life Sedi with him, the Life Sedi in turned nodding, harnessing his element as they prepared for the worst.
Slowly, the Captain and there crew walked around the Tower, heads cocked upwards towards the figure of Lomes the entire time, amazed at what was before there eyes; and soon they stood directly under the sphere of energy, gazing up still. They were transfixed by it. The Captain could feel a tingling every now and then in the Arc of Water as it sphere pulsated, but paid no attention too it, continuing to look on in awe.
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Jan 16, 2008 20:26:45 GMT -5
Post by Malkate Rose Sedi on Jan 16, 2008 20:26:45 GMT -5
Malkate didn’t expect the kiss. The shock that hit her was more than even just seeing him, his teasing remark, anything. It burned as much as it snapped something within her, and the desperation, the feeling in it – her shock melted away and her eyes closed as her hands moved to his face and her lips returned that kiss with just as much fever and passion in it as he poured into her. So many years lay between the two, countless times and battles and it was ironic that now, upon the eve of everything’s destruction, that the pages of hurt lay naked between them were so casually tossed aside. Her body shifted slightly as she pulled his face closer to hers, ignoring the blood that tangled her fingers through his hair.
Emotion burst like a bubble somewhere in her chest and she’d cry if she weren’t so spent from the emotions that assaulted her from so long of nothingness. She felt her lungs burning with the desire to breathe, but she almost didn’t care – if he killed her this way she’d gladly go. Though even as the burning became almost unbearable, he pulled away and she took a deep breath like a drowning woman. She looked at him – dazed, fevered, confused – and let her mind process everything. Even as she did Daegan burst within the room with Wynne, setting the girl down. Malkate felt a burn of anger at his flinch at their physical touch, she stuffed it down at the sight of the girl’s blood.
“Daegan, the girl… she’s hurt..”
She took a deep breath and looked back at the hovering form of Lomes.
“We need to leave, now. Though Lasius…”
She turned to him, then glanced at Daegan before nodding, reaching out to grab his hand and have them disappear in that flash of red before reappearing near the outside, close enough to still see Lomes but enough away if the tower came down that they’d at least live through it. She looked at Lasius, her lips pulled into a small thin line.
“What’s going on? Before what happens? Who IS that woman?”
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Jan 16, 2008 20:54:21 GMT -5
Post by Daegan on Jan 16, 2008 20:54:21 GMT -5
“The Shadows will see to her. That stupid Pirate and his men are probably crushed to death.”
He then groaned as he felt his stomach churn, his knees going wobbly as he found himself standing on the ground suddenly, near the very pirate Daegan just referred too. He shook his head and blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes. It had been a very long time since he had used anything but the shadows to travel. Moving through something other than the Shadow Realm almost made him want to wretch.
“Well, at least they’re alright…”
Daegan grunted as he picked up Wynne, the Shadows snaking around the pair as he moved towards the Captain and his men. His eyes only met the Captain’s once, before Daegan moved on, facing then the Life Sedi in the Captain’s crew. His tone was low cold.
“Captain Ishmael of The Krakkan, I am still Lord General of the Southern Lands of Terra Centilina and by such order, you shall remain silent until addressed, is that understood? Excellent.”
Daegan then shifted his weight, showing the Life Sedi the limp form of Wynne. The Sage’s eyes flashed once with a brilliant blaze of Soul Fire and the Life Sedi merely nodded. A soft white life formed over the Life Sedi as he channeled his sacred Element, focusing the energy of purity into the body of Wynne. Slowly, the wound on her forehead closed and the blood stopped.
The Life Sedi’s eyes flashed open, the white aura around his body fading as he nodded once more to Daegan and stepped backwards, returning to his place in the line adorning the Captain. Daegan, too, nodded as he picked up his daughter once more, the shadows seething around his body. In one fluid arcing motion, Daegan swung the Arc of Shadows through the air flying past the Captain’s face missing it by fractions of an inch. The Arc then spun gracefully into the scabbard at Daegan’s side, a slight smirk spreading over the Sage’s face.
“Thank you, Captain, for your services. At the moment, you cannot afford my hatred and I most certainly cannot take the chances of letting you hate me. You are, after all, a pirate… I am very surprised the Sage of Darkness was not your first choice. All of that aside, we need you.”
Daegan nodded, and then turned away, moving back towards the crumbling tower that appeared frozen in time. The shadows pooled and wrapped around and up his body as he held Wynne, his free hand fingering the Arc of Shadows. Soul Fire once more crackled along his wrists and forearms, dancing across his shoulders. It burned brightly in his eyes as he mouthed “At least for now.” to the Pirate, glancing once more upwards at the glowing sphere.
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Jan 16, 2008 21:06:07 GMT -5
Post by The Captain on Jan 16, 2008 21:06:07 GMT -5
The Captain’s head snapped to the right as the bright red flash flickered in and out of existence; depositing Lasius, Malkate, Daegan and Wynne. The Captain’s forearm snapped upwards, his hand in a fist and instantly his four crew member stepped into place, two on either side and behind the pirate.
“Always with the jitatin flashing, it’s a wonder you don’t go blind, it really is.”
The Captain then smirked; the first words Daegan uttered hitting his ears.
“What’s that? You’re glad to see…”
He was cut off as Daegan began to speak, his all white eyes narrowing as Daegan addressed him while facing the Life Sedi of his crew. Suppressing a growl, the Captain half saluted Daegan and stepped back, allowing the Life Sedi to step forward. Reluctantly, the Captain watched as the Life Sedi healed the daughter of Daegan, extremely annoyed with the Lord General’s words.
He merely nodded as Daegan thanked him, rolling his eyes as the Lord General spoke of hatred and needs. His eyes then narrowed with the mention of Sitherack, his gaze locking onto Daegan’s.
“I may be a pirate, but I’m no villain. I’ve saved countless villages from famine because of my piracy. I’ve stopped what could have been ruthless attacks on coastal settlements from other pirates that would gladly climb into bed with that wretched, walking Abyss. You insult me twice, now, Lord General. The next time will be the last, I promise you that.”
The Arc of Water shimmered as the Captain spoke, his eerie gaze not wavering from the Sage even as Daegan walked away. He then shook his head and sighed, turning to look at Lasius and Malkate, raising an eyebrow questioningly.
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Jan 18, 2008 3:35:25 GMT -5
Post by Lasius on Jan 18, 2008 3:35:25 GMT -5
“Enough”
The word was a dead whisper but cut through the area like a knife, as Lasius slowly rose to his feet. He glanced from Ish to Daegan then Mal before looking up, almost reluctantly at Lomes encased in the sphere. A small wince of emotional agony flashed across his face as he took in her frozen form but it was brief enough to make one question if it had truly been there or a mere trick of the lighting.
"You're bickering and petty disagreements are meaningless at this point. I am going to tell you people something that has been the most guarded secret in the history of the world, Something I have trusted to no one, out of necessity, until now.”
He broke gaze with the flickering dome above them and looked down to the ground at his feet as he slowly, regretfully pulled the Arc of Lightning and the Arc of Light from their crossed sheathes at the small of his back. As soon as the weapons came free they sprung to life, crackles of electric power rippling across the flickering blade of the Arc of Lightning, and the Arc of Light burning bright making the area around them brilliant, but not enough to hurt their eyes.
“Until this day the world as you understood it was simple. You were born, you lived until you were cut down, and you died, where unless you were unlucky enough to fall prey to a necromancers arts your soul was free to join the afterlife and unite with those who have fallen throughout the history of Terra Centilina.”
His arms were shaking with the combined powers of the two Arc's as they flooded his mortal body to its peak capacity, which was far far more than most people realized. Small bolts of Lightning sizzled across his body, which in turn seemed silhouetted in light, almost as though he had pulled the light of the area into a tightly confined space around him.
“Every man woman and child of the Sedi, as well as countless races across countless worlds have taken solace in the fact that even in death we persist on. You yourself would realize this eventually Daegan, if you did not let your rage and lust for vengeance consume you. You would find that your Daughters souls would never leave you, that they walk around you in the ethereal and watch over you even as we speak.”
Thunder echoed in the distance, like the beginning of an earthquake, rumbling up towards them, the deep roar of the heavens shaking the ground slightly as it reached its crescendo in a loud crash nearly over head, as the sky darkened with the mass billowing of storm clouds that themselves radiated a kind of eerie glow.
“You ask who she is Mal, but the question is wrongly phrased. The correct form would be What is she?” Tendons stood out on his neck and arms from the strain of harnessing the power roaring through him like an ocean whipped up by the most massive hurricane imaginable, yet his voice reflected no such strain, it continued on in that bone chilling quiet tone that seemed to cut through all other noise. “She is an Avian, the last member of an ancient race rumored to have predated the gods. Rumored in fact to have created the gods, whom eventually turned on them and annihilated them.”
Slowly, achingly, as though moving by sheer force of will alone he brought the blades of the Arcs together until they were crossed and touching in front of his face. The light from them casting an almost insane glow across his face, a face strained with effort, sweat soaking his forehead, causing the dried blood to run through his eyes, but not once did he blink, it was indeed questionable if he even saw or felt anything at all at this point, such was the level of concentration he endured.
“I created her for a specific purpose, she is nearly indestructible, with control over every element, nearly unlimited energy and unsurpassed strength of will. She was made to guard the most dangerous thing ever discovered. She is in fact the physical living embodiment of that very artifact.”
Strain was starting to become audible in his voice now, lighting lit the clouds over head almost nonstop, the entire city of Cyrida trembled slightly at the power the Lightning Childe was channeling through him at this moment. Slowly the boiling mass of clouds above them began to rotate, within moments the affect had spread to the entire visible skyline until a small opening to clear black starry night appeared directly above them, an eye in the storm almost.
“Her name is Lomes Artelias but that is not who she is, she is in fact an Artifact called the Rod of Souls. The one thing in all the universe that binds together the energy of our Souls. As you may or may not be aware, the only truly indestructible thing in existence is a Soul. You can manipulate it change it, torture it, even break it, but you cannot erase it. Not unless the Rod of Souls is destroyed.”
A column of Light and Lightning abruptly struck from the eye of the storm itself, like a pillar of intense power, it smashed downward through the sky like a hammer of god and impacted the sphere dead center at the very top of it. The crash was tremendous, and completely ineffective. The massive column of power fractured upon impact on the sphere and split off in every direction, streaking the sky for hundred of miles in a massive shifting light similar in a way to the Aurora Borealis, but brighter, and filled with a random violent surging power that could be felt for hundreds of miles as well.
Lasius dropped the Arcs to his sides and sank to his knees breathing heavily, his head turned skyward gaze fixed on the unaffected sphere that floated under the now receding cloud cover almost as though it were mocking his efforts.
“Now however if She dies, which she will unless something can be done to save her, all souls, everywhere, living and dead will cease to exist.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, slowly rising back to his feet, albeit a little unsteadily. “The only way I can save her now is the obtain the Arc of Life. And I have no idea where to find it or how long she has left. I can only suggest that we seek it out, We don't have a lot of time, we may have none, but we have to try. We need to send someone to Tre Betal, Someone Sethia, and someone to Tarthia. We need to find any clues as to where it may be and obtain it by whatever means necessary.”
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Jan 18, 2008 12:35:32 GMT -5
Post by Daegan on Jan 18, 2008 12:35:32 GMT -5
Daegan sighed and nodded, glancing over at the Captain before looking back to Laisus. Of course the Lightning Childe was right, he almost always was. But there was primal instinct that was taking over. The very core of his being was consumed with feelings of vengeance and hatred for the Sage of Darkness. Daegan as hell bent on making Sitherack suffer, and nothing would stop him. Not even Lasius.
“Perhaps you are right, Lasius. Now may not be the time, but I swear to you, your brother will fall to my hand or I will die trying.”
Daegan’s body stiffened, the shadows hissing from the brilliant burst of light from Lasius as he watched the shaft of light and lightning smash into the glowing sphere that hovered above them. Arching a brow, Daegan watched as the massive amount of energy had no apparent effect. His initial instinct upon seeing the figure or Lomes was attack, but that was now apparently a fruitless endeavor.
“Captain, disagreements aside, I suggest you return to Tre Betal. If the port is like you said it was, you’re the best one for the task. None of us here can withstand that kind of heat like you could, especially with the Arc of Water. I will go to Tarthia, but someone needs to stay with Wynne and make sure she is alright.”
His eyes cut towards Lasius, narrowing slightly. He clutched the Arc of Shadows tightly, the Soul Fire burning brilliantly in his eyes.
“Your brother won’t be touched by me. Not yet at least. But I will defend myself. Knowing him, he has sentries of all kinds throughout the Land of Darkness and will know instantly when I’ve arrived. He won’t kill me, not yet at least, and I need to see what he’s done to my daughters…”
The shadows swirled upwards around his body, snaking and climbing up his body. The Soul Fire shimmered for a moment and then flickered out of view as the shadows completely enveloped Daegan’s body.
“The Arc of Dreams is somewhere up there in the ruins. I refuse to wear it any longer; I’ll not be plagued by those dreams. Lasius, I suggest you look after it for the time being, or your mage friend here.”
He turn turned, his form starting to fade from view. He then stopped and turned back to look at Lasius once last time.
“Whatever you do, don’t let anything happen to Wynne. I’ll be back by the end of the night.”
His form then completely faded from view as the shadows suddenly snapped back to where they once where, creating a sort of wisp of smoke as they did. Second later, Daegan’s form exploded into existence in the very center of the thriving city Sitherack had built. Instantly the shadows snaked and wrapped around his form, almost like a second skin as the Soul Fire exploded in his eyes.
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Jan 18, 2008 12:53:47 GMT -5
Post by The Captain on Jan 18, 2008 12:53:47 GMT -5
The Captain nodded only once at Daegan’s words. It took a lot to affect the man, he was a hardened veteran of the seas, but there were some things that cut him deeply. He took great pride in his ships, and insulting those was just as bad – if not worse – as insulting the Captain’s mother. Not only that, but the beatings he received as a child because he was an Albino often caused the Captain to lash out in rage. But he was calm.
“You’re right. There isn’t a Sedi alive that knows that port better than I do. And it was hot, mates. Hotter than the hottest fire I’ve ever witnessed anyway. And unlike you people, I can’t just blink in and out of time whenever I want. It’ll take us several days to get back to Tre Betal, and that’s assuming the Dryads don’t take us out first. They don’t much like our kind…”
He smirked at the thought, drifting off for a moment remembering the insane amount of treasure and jewels he and his crew had plundered from a poorly defended Dryad ship long ago. He chuckled too himself and shook his head, once again regaining his serious tone.
“…not that we have anything to do with that. At any rate, we can leave the docks to the south west of here any time you want us too, and we should be able to make it to the open seas by sun up with the Arc of Water – providing there aren’t any unforeseen issues with the Woodland folk. After that it’s hard to say.”
The Captain’s brow furred and he sighed, clutching the Arc of Water tightly in his hand.
“I may be a Water Sedi, but I don’t like disturbing the sea. It’s against the code. But I suppose we can just hang the code for now, or there won’t be a code when everything is all said and done. Even still, we may have to deal with sea storms and other nasty things like that… so a projected arrival date is hard to say. But we’ll go, and I’ll deal with the Volcano.”
He then turned, looking at Lasius and raised an eyebrow as Daegan flickered out of existence, as if asking for permission to continue on with his plans.
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Jan 20, 2008 22:51:14 GMT -5
Post by Malkate Rose Sedi on Jan 20, 2008 22:51:14 GMT -5
Malkate was ready to smack Daegan for his behavior with the pirate. She had little to argue besides the man’s choice of living, but Deagan’s blatant attitude reminded her a lot of Darken the way his superiority acted. Grievance or not he was acting like a complete asshole. Her mouth opened, agitated enough to almost step in the way and point out more important things were happening, but she stopped as she heard Lasius voice. She agreed, though his words struck a chord within her, and she knew that the news he gave was going to be something that she was probably not going to like. As he started combining the Arcs and the light lit up, her hand went quickly to shield her eyes, and she turned away. Even if it wasn’t that bright, it was enough to make her flinch away slightly – her eyes, were, after all – still human in ways. Anything bright enough to take note on of severity was enough to hurt.
As he explained, her awe of the woman shifted more – created the gods, who had in turn, created Sever – whom then changed her. The idea both thrilled and shocked her to the core – if these gods were dead, than was Sever? Was he truly finally out of her life? Her mind vanquished the thought quickly, as he spoke, focusing on his words which wasn’t hard as he explained. Anger rushed through her, the kind that the mental image of slamming his head against the floor and asking why in all the stupidity of any human race why he’d make her such was beyond her. He’d babble out his excuses, but none would be enough to justify this. Horror thrilled through her a second later, and almost numb – she fell flat on her butt on the stone surface.
As Daegan spoke, Mal was slow to turn, to scowl. She would go to Tarthia, and nothing nice would come out of her mouth to Darken – though even as she was about to suggest it, the Sage of Shadow’s disappeared. A very unkind oath slipped from her lips then, in an almost faerie language, and she suddenly popped again, leaving only a flicker of light before she reappeared in the group not even seconds later, holding a small glowing thing that was the Arc of Dreams. She arched her brow slightly, not taking it but not offering it yet either as the end of something the Captain was saying hit her ears. Tre Betal? That left Sethia. She waited only a few seconds before speaking.
“I can send you and your men to Tre Betal on your ship, or nearby to cut back on time. Unfortunately, unless I accompany you, I cannot bring you back as fast. I think haste is needed in this. Also, if I do that, the last of my power will be exhausted until I have rested, and I will not be able to travel as fast to Sethia, as Daegan apparently has gone to meet with Darken.”
She scowled, staring at Lasius for a minute before shaking her head – half muttering under her breath once again in the fae language, before she stopped, and suddenly looked upwards, but not straight as if she were focusing on something else entirely.
“Malachite. Malachite could go with you, and bring you back. His magic is not as… subtle as mine, but that way we could all cover area’s.”
She closed her eyes, and sending out that grasping feeling of magic, called the animal to her that had been bonded a familiar that went deeper than most simple magic. As she did, she felt a tingle from the Arc, and found that her hand was resting upon it, channeling her own energy through it so she did not exhaust herself in the first place. Why hadn’t she thought of that earlier? Even as her red eyes opened, focusing again, a rift in the time around them all would shiver, and as an orbital shape appeared, a long black furry body would step out of it. Malachite was a black panther in body shape, but his body size was at least that of the normal cat, and the muscles that shivered beneath the black fur were by far, a lot more powerful looking than the earthly predator. His ears were slightly longer, almost canine, with tufts of fur that stuck out on the softer side. His features were almost fae like, and instead of golden cat eyes his were a deep, intelligent shade of violet.
A deep rumbling growl echoed from his throat as he stalked towards Malkate, before he pressed up against her legs for all the world like some giant housecat, and started purring hard enough to jar her entire body. Her hands went down to his neck and her fingers slid through them, her teeth indeed rattling at the strength of the purr and she knelt down.
“This is Malachite, he’s a personality of his own… and he can understand your language even if he cannot speak it. Kai, would you bring these men to the place I show you?”
A displeased growl leaked from the cat’s lips as he looked at her and she shook her head, and in the same almost fae language she spoke before, she spoke again – to which – the cat would then answer her. Standing up she looked at the Captain (sure enough to find most likely that odd expression on his face) before she spoke again.
“He has agreed, as long as none of your men try anything to harm him. He’s as strong and reliable as any warrior, and he’ll happily lead you if you’re honorable while he’s around.”
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Jan 21, 2008 1:23:32 GMT -5
Post by Lasius on Jan 21, 2008 1:23:32 GMT -5
Lasius watched as Daegan vanished, Mal and the Captain discussed plans for departure. These were some of the most powerful people in the world, He wasn't quite sure if the actual magnitude of the situation had occurred to them as of yet, but He was certain that they would do whatever they could to avert the crisis from happening, same as he, himself would do. Sighing deeply he leaned tiredly against the outer wall of the Tower his eyes searching out the silvery shape of the moon in the now crystal clear sky over Cyrida.
Time marched on and crisis after crisis assailed his people. He would never have any real and true time to rest, this was slowly occurring to him after centuries of unbelievable peril. It was odd what the mind would do to convince oneself that normality was just around the corner. That the insanity of the moment was just that, of the moment and not a persistent thing dogging him at his heels for the entirety of his existence.
“Sethia must be secured, the people here at Cyrida can take care of this city, Lomes is as secure as she can be. If we succeed in saving her the Sedian race is still in great peril.” He glanced around himself sadly. “We are tearing ourselves apart, something needs to be done, something lasting created before it is too late. The Sedian Empire must be reforged into a solid nation otherwise we will disappear like dust on the wind and all the heart wrenching torment our race has endured will be for naught.”
He stood and walked over and knelt next to the sleeping form of Wynne, scooping her up in his arms and looking down at her before glancing at Mal and the Captain. He brushed a few stray strands of hair out of the small child's face and closed his eyes.
“I cannot let our people perish, not from the death of the rod of souls, and not from our own need for power. Captain I will be leaving for Sethia within the hour. Good luck in Tre Betal, whatever you find there, try to stay alive, if the Arc of Life is not there then get your men out as quickly as possible, don't be a hero. You can report to Daegan here in Cyrida when you are done there or myself in Sethia.”
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Jan 21, 2008 12:39:40 GMT -5
Post by The Captain on Jan 21, 2008 12:39:40 GMT -5
The Captain blinked a few times, and watched once more as Malkate flashed in and out and back into existence. He rubbed his forehead and then brought his hand back over his hair, removing loose strands from around his face. He sighed again, and went to speak, but then stopped in mid-word as the strange looking cat came into view. He stared at the thing; all white eyes open wide as his eyebrow shot into the air.
“This keeps getting better and better. No offense, but I’d prefer the cat. Frightful bad luck to have a woman aboard. Mala…chite is it?”
He then turned slightly and glanced back at his crew, who were looking just as dumbfounded at the cat as he was. He then turned back, glancing over at Lasius and the form of Wynne.
“At anyrate… we’ll do our best. Chances are there isn’t a ship around, so it’s not like we’ve got anything to plunder. I’ll be the only one going to the volcano; I’ll leave the rest of me crew on the ship, just in case. That way if I fall, well, it won’t be too great of a loss.”
He sighed and closed his eyes, bringing his hand to the bridge of his nose. Everything that had happened ran through his weary mind. He then patted his leg as if calling the large Fae cat and started to walk away from Lasius and Malkate.
“We’ll return to Sethia, then, once this little jaunt is over. I’ll take the Willow, it’s the fastest ship I have, so that’ll only help your feline friend here. This should make for an interesting evening, eh?”
The Captain then stopped and turned around to face Lasius one more time. He saluted the Lightning Childe, and then winked.
“See you in Sethia, hopefully within a few days.”
With that the Captain motioned for his crew to follow, and with Malachite in tow the strange party started off towards The Weeping Willow docked in the lake that Cyrida shared with the Dryads.
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Jan 21, 2008 17:28:51 GMT -5
Post by The Captain on Jan 21, 2008 17:28:51 GMT -5
The Captain moved quickly with his crew in tow, the large Fae cat walking on his left side. Every now and then the Captain would glance down at the creature, partially to make sure Malachite was still there. He remained silent throughout the walk back from the City of Shadows to the lake The Weeping Willow was docked at. He was focused on one thing, his usage of his Element. All of the times he called for the water ran through his mind like a wild river. He was preparing himself.
Several hours after leaving Cyrida, a smile wrapped across the Captain’s face, breaking the silence that had enveloped them for what seemed an eternity. It was like no matter what, just seeing one of his ships made the Captain forget his problems and worries.
“I hope you don’t mind me calling you Mal, and I hope you’re hungry. I’ll have me cook fix us up a right feast. We’re going to have to take a slight detour, though. The blockheads that’re waiting on the Willow aren’t the quickest of ca…”
He paused for a second, his gaze shooting back down to the cat.
“…errr, sorry. Anyway, I also hope you can keep a secret. I’m going to take you to me stronghold, and there’s very few people that know where it is.”
He stopped again, and glanced towards the south, shaking his head before continuing to walk towards the dock.
“Which is ridiculous, it’s almost a jitatin peninsula with the mainland here. But never the less, no one knows its there and we like it that way. I want to pick up me most trusted crew, just in case, you know.”
The Captain returned waves and shouts as they approached the ship, heckling back at the crew who yelled down to him for not having any treasures and wondering what the strange looking creature was.
“Don’t you worry what he is, you kreld-eating sea slugs! He’s worth more than you are!”
Laughs erupted throughout the main deck as the Captain walked aboard, smiling jovial at the other Sedi that manned The Weeping Willow. The Captain retold the story of the meetings and what all had happened, absently stroking Malachite’s head during brief pauses.
Soon, the men were scurrying about the ship, the Captain having finished his recount of the events that had just transpired in the City of Shadows. The light crew moved quick, preparing special quarters for the Fae cat as well as beginning to cook a feast the crew would have before setting out. The Captain walked slowly towards the helm, the Arc of Water being gripped tight in his hand.
Once he stood behind the large wheel of the Willow, the Captain sighed and placed the Arc of Water upon the wheel, letting it rest against the smoothed wood before looking down at the Fae cat.
“You know, I’ve been around for a long time. I’ve seen my fair share of hurricanes, monsoons and tidal waves. I’ve watched floods come and go, and witnessed entire rivers run dry.”
He glanced away from Malachite, turning his gaze to the calm lake the ship was resting upon.
“I’m not so sure about this. And I think I’m okay with that. I’ve done some rotten things and killed some people that probably shouldn’t have been thrown into the Locker yet, you know? So if I get swallowed up by a river of lava, I guess its poetic justice. Just don’t cry any tears, and you make sure me mates don’t either.”
He winked at the Fae cat again and then chuckled, shaking his head. The light grin stayed wrapped around his face as he closed his eyes, feeling the soft breeze play across his face. He ran his hand through Malachite’s fur, listening to the sounds of the lake and his working crew.
The Captain then sighed and leaned forward, winking down at Malachite once more before gripping the Arc of Water once more. His brow furrowed slightly as he watched his crew hustle around the deck.
“Shove this heap off, you jitatin kreld-eaters! Or all that food that wretch of a cook is making will go overboard!”
He glanced down at Malachite and flashed a quick grin, shaking his head at the cat as if to say he was joking before his attention shot back to his crew.
“Move it ladies!”
He smirked and leaned back, feeling the ship slowly lurch forward as the light winds filled the sails. The pale moonlight shined down upon the Captains white skin, and it made him smile, as if he was bathing in sunshine. Despite everything that had happened, he seemed to finally be at peace with himself.
(Continued in Tre Betal)
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Jan 26, 2008 14:21:49 GMT -5
Post by Malkate Rose Sedi on Jan 26, 2008 14:21:49 GMT -5
Malkate nodded to the Capitan, though his comment about women on board thinned her lips out a bit. Though even as Malachite wandered off with him, she knew that the cat was almost as powerful as she in ways and the men were in good hands if they could find the Arc. For now she turned to Lasius who held the blonde child whos tears had called to her, and watching him with a small child caused a pang in her that was quite queer to say the least of it. Her eyebrows furrowed for only a minute before another feeling assaulted her, something that caused her to place her hand over her heart gently – her wards. The wards around her building were humming and she knew why.
There was someone near her Inn, and she could feel the race in her blood. A Sedi, but there was something else – she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Quieting her second nature that was not quite gone yet she reached out to Lasius, moving to push a piece of his hair from his face for a minute. Among the worry, there was laughter in her eyes as she spoke to him.
“There’s something I must attend to, I’m going to send you to Sethia, travel well, and be light of heart as possible. We will find the Arc, I mean, as Defenders, that’s what we do right, save the world?”
She called her staff to her, silently, and it appeared within her hand, half floating above ground before her fingers curled around the gnarled wood. She was getting tired, and it was showing. The quartz crystal at the top of the staff glowed as she reached out a hand once more, to touch where his third eye would be, her eyes closing as she started mumbling the words to the transfer spell, though it was quick, precise, entirely her own old magic that possessed and filled the air. As she finished, she’d step back, and if Lasius accepted the magic that would fill his body, it would be instantaneous, like sneezing and then he’d be in the heart of Sethia.
Then after closing her eyes, she used most of her remaining energy not stored to transfer herself once more to the Red Dragon Inn.
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