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Dec 20, 2007 5:51:19 GMT -5
Post by Lasius on Dec 20, 2007 5:51:19 GMT -5
The world still shook, the aftermath of the insidious energies that had raged through the land the past few days had wrought havoc unparalleled. The quakes had been unceasing in the days since the conclusion of the battle which had ultimately decided the fate of the Sedian race and the demise of the gods which had created them. It was as though in some primal way the very earth itself refused to believe that the events that had taken place had truly occurred. The survivors of the battle had congregated outside the once solitude home of Lasius Riley al'Sedi, The Keep of Lightning had become a sort of refuge from the storm in an ironic twist of fate. The owner of the keep, a dark haired man dressed in black leather Sedian battle armor stood with his eyes closed listening to the constant rumbling of the tortured earth beneath his feet. Across from him, stood an identical man clad in pristine white bleached leather armor The Arcs of Magik and Darkness on either hip. Two men, identical twins separated at birth, once the worst enemies that Sedian history had ever known, then forced together in the face of an impossible enemy triumphed. But where to go from there? The bond of common interest was now gone. One was a god, the other, held weapons that could and had been used to kill gods.
“So when do we go home Lasius? It is done after all, the gods are all dead, there really is nothing left to threaten us. The Raptors are off licking their wounds and a good portion of our population survived the conflict.” Sitherack Darken al'Sedi, Sage of the Dark, Lord General of the Sedian Empire... in this world anyway... was not exactly what one would call a patient man.
“Where do you propose we go Darken?” Lasius responded in a tired tone. In some situations, especially ones like this his role as sole remaining god of the Sedi really wore on him. “As you may recall when you helped bring us here, the Barrier remained intact, there is no way for us to get home, not without the combined might of all the Arc's.”
“So that's it then eh? This is our new home? We are stuck here with those outcast Sedi and the abominable Lizards in this shattered mirror of our home? This is what Victory over 14 gods gained us?” Sitherack glared at his brother then around the war room futilely What good was the conquest of the Sedian race in a washed out shattered wasteland like this? Rebuilding this world would take decades even with the aid of the Arcs, not for the first time He wished he had never made that pact with the blasted lizard.
“Not exactly brother mine, It gained us less than you think.” Las sighed and glanced out the window at the trembling landscape. His eyes were focused and it was obvious his attention was elsewhere There was a strained tight look around the corner of his eyes as though he were focusing as hard as he could on something that could neither be seen nor felt. “This dimension is collapsing. The energy that was released in the battle was more than could be contained. At first I thought it was just the planet, that the stress was tearing it apart, but the damage reaches farther, into the fabric of reality itself. It's... unraveling.”
Sitherack's eyes widened and his hand strayed subconsciously toward the Arc of Darkness. “You can't be ser....” He balled his hand into a fist and growled lowly under his breath. “Of course you are serious... you don't have anything even remotely resembling a sense of humor.” He turned to stare out the window, his eyes straying over the remnants of the Sedian population below. They were gathered into loose military camps most were large medical tents treating the mass amount of wounded casualties they had endured. “It never ends for us does it? Its one catastrophe after another, one massive insurmountable challenge after another Lasius, Are we destined for extinction?”
“Destiny is what you make it Darken” the wry certainty in his words were plain, “Besides the purpose of life is to overcome. Without conflict there is no point to life, and every once in awhile throwing something unexpected in there just makes things more interesting, for instance, time frame. Did I mention that we only have an hour before this dimension collapses?”
“What?!” Sitherack spun to face his brother rage seething in his eyes “You idiot! What would make you leave that out? Don't you think thats Important information? Why are you standing there with that wry smile on your face? What the hell are you up to now...”
“Who says I don't have a sense of humor brother.” Las chuckled softly and ran his fingers through his hair. His manner was at ease, relaxed and confident, the same as always, nothing really ever gave away his stress, if such a thing existed for him anymore.
“You're an asshole Lasius. You scared the shit out of me you know that?” Sitherack sighed with relief.
“Well of course it was a joke Darken. This Dimension is completely unstable, it obviously has less than half that time remaining.”
Sitherack choked.
“Don't worry, I'm taking care of it” Lasius smirked slyly
“Oh I feel so much better...”
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Dec 20, 2007 5:52:53 GMT -5
Post by Lomes Artelias on Dec 20, 2007 5:52:53 GMT -5
The small mountain of rubble on the plains shifted slightly and a frail slim feminine hand burst forth from the rocks. Lomes shifted the rocks off her contemptuously, and stood, her slender and childlike body unmarked from both the battle and the days of unconsciousness under the rubble. How long she would have remained asleep was anyones guess, but his mind had reached out and touched her. There was little time left and a lot to do if the remaining Sedi were to survive. She knew what she had to do, the idea had planted itself in her mind as firmly as though it were her own. No one else in this realm was capable of it, not even Lasius.
She sighed greatly, The Last of her race, the First of her race in countless generations, and it would all end here, now to save the Sedi. Well that was what she was created for in the first place, and there were worse ways to die she supposed.
Multicolored hues flashed around her as she closed her violet eyes. The world shifted for her, darkness and light, pain and pleasure. Time ceased to exist, the shaking was gone, the vibrations of a dying dimension only a memory. She opened her eyes and stared. She had helped create it, but never had she seen it with her own eyes. The Barrier stood before her, a pulsing mass of energy more powerful than anything else in the multiverse. Created with the combined might of all the Arcs, with the sole purpose of keeping her world pure, keeping it free, and keeping things like her out.
She touched her fingers to it, there was nothing physical stopping her, but it felt like touching the sun nonetheless. Her flawless skin prickled and goosebumps ran up and down her arm. There was no time to hesitate however every passing second brought everything she knew closer to destruction. Leaving this dimension was easy. Getting in however was a completely different story.
Taking a deep breath she steeled herself, and leapt forward. The Barrier engulfed her, surrounded and penetrated her. The pain indescribable. She would have screamed if she wasn't paralyzed from the agony. Tremendous energies surged through her body, her flawless and nearly indestructible skin began to crack. Energies from the barrier, mingled with the ethereal essence that was her blood and merged the two together. Pain exploded in her mind, and her eyes widened. The violet drained from her eyes leaving a pale silvery green color in its place.
As sudden as it began, it ended, she collapsed face first onto the soft grass of the plains of Mardeo. Tendrils of smoke rose from her still form, the cracks in her skin remained, the soft energies of her life force intertwining with remnant energies of the barrier drifted visibly between the cracks. Most of the scarring was on the right side, the left was relatively untouched.
Not long after her collapse the trembling started, uncontrollable shaking, she simply couldn't stop herself. For the first time in her life she was completely out of control. The first scream was the worst, wrenched from her soul, cutting deeper than any sound. Her musical voice made it worse, heartrending like beauty itself in pain. The second scream was just as painful, but ended in a gasping for breath. No time... Pain meant she was alive, she had survived, the world wasn't shaking so that meant she had made it. Thus there was no time for rest.
Tears streamed down her face, as sobs still wracked her body, but nevertheless she pushed herself to her feet. The Ether that was her blood, her soul, evaporated out of the cracks in her skin into the air like steam, but she payed it no mind. In the back of her head she knew that she would never be whole again, that the wounds were permanent, but everything was consumed in the meaning of the task she had been sent to perform.
Weak as she was it took everything she had to reach out into the energy of the world. What otherwise would have been a simple task now was astronomically difficult. She closed her now pale green eyes, and felt with the Magik inside her. Small pings of reaction to her search began to pop up. The remaining Arc's called to her, recognizing their respective elements inside of her.
She pulled indescribably at the fabric of existence, and used what little power she had left to translocate them to her. Shadows, Death, Lightning, Life, Water, Fire, Air, and Dreams surrounded her, and she absorbed them into her body. The power was ungodly. She wouldn't be able to hold them long, but then she didn't need to.
She fell forward, eyes closed, and the world shifted around her. Leaving was easy... getting there was what had hurt. Regardless she had nothing left. The stone felt cold and hard as it hit her face, It felt real, but there was no pain. Nothing hurt compared to the agony of the barrier. She turned her head and saw Lasius and Sitherack standing next to each other staring at her.
“I have them, It is done...” And she passed out.
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Dec 20, 2007 5:57:09 GMT -5
Post by Lasius on Dec 20, 2007 5:57:09 GMT -5
Sitherack's eyes widened and her took an involuntary step toward Lomes before catching himself. She was a complete wreck, looked like someone has cut her to pieces and done a horrible job of putting her back together. “What the hell happened to her Lasius?!”
“She will survive, which is more than I can say you or I would have, had we tried to go through the Barrier.” Lasius moved forward and placed a hand on her back, The Ether drifting out of the cracks in her skin avoided his skin as though it was in some way conscious. The Arcs, insubstantially moved through her back, and floated around his body.
With the Appearance of each Arc Sitherack's eyes grew wider. There in front of him was the ultimate collection of power, and yet he could not reach forth and take it. It would take him months to master each Arc, and according to Lasius this dimension would fold in on itself in less than half an hour.
The final Arc, the Arc of Light burst forth from Lasius' chest in an explosion of Light that dropped Sitherack to the ground knocking him unconscious . Lasius reached out his hand and the Arcs of Magik and Darkness rose through the air and joined their brothers around him. Energy pulsed through the Keep of Lightning, through Lasius and the world, through the very essence of the dimension which was collapsing around them.
The Sedi surrounding the Keep looked at the massive structure in awe as it crackled with power. The storm clouds which perpetually surrounded the Keep parted, sunlight flooded the camp of the Sedi and the shaking of the world grew worse. It was as if the whole of existence itself were coming undone.
In Terra Centillina the universe shook, not just the world, but everything resonated like a struck bell. The world screamed as the Barrier that had held it cradled in safety for so long was struck with the combined might of the Arcs wielded by the last god of the Sedi. Power surged across the Barrier, crackled along it and engulfed it. It had been made the repel onslaught by the gods themselves, but the combined might of the Arcs was another thing altogether. Still It did not go quietly. The Seas rose up, the winds ripped apart whole cities, and the ground opened great fissures and canyons. Then the Barrier struck back.
In a final burst of energy so catastrophic that it shattered every layer of Defense Lasius had erected, in what little time he had had to do so. The Energy tore through his immortal body, The Lightning Child was force slowly, inexorably to his knees, his eyes squeezed shut with the dreadful concentration of maintaining the force that e directed at the Barrier. Slowly but surely it gave way, seemingly inch by inch, yet progress was being made nonetheless.
Then without warning it shattered, cosmic energies tearing apart, the portal opened, and The Sedi began to rush through. Time was not on their side, but they made the best of it. Fully 1/4th of the population made it through when the Keep of Lightning itself shattered. As though some inward force had pushed out, the walls of the keep seemed to flex for a second before detonating. The Death toll in the blast was horrendous. Sedi stopped flooding through the portal, and pieces of Sedi flew through instead. Lasius flung his arm out at the last second to divert the blast from himself, Lomes and Sitherack, but it was too late, the impact took him full in the chest, his immortal body soaked up the energy, as it ripped through his soul, the last remnants of the barriers energy, tore it from his body. The Arcs scattered throughout the world, each in a different direction.
Lasius had managed to shelter Sitherack and Lomes after a fashion. They were wounded but survived. In the ominous silence that followed The Sedi took stock of themselves. The world was still, there were no aftershocks, but the feeling of security the barrier had always provided was gone. Of course so were the Gods, but then what else might be out there? The questions were too much to answer. Not now anyway, not when everything was crumbled.
Lasius slowly opened his eyes, seeing the blinding light of the sun above him was shocking. By all rights he should be dead. Then the pain hit him, he gasped, and squeezed his eyes shut, even as his brain raced. Pain? I don't feel pain... He put his hand to his head, and felt the hot wet stickiness of half coagulated blood. Not possible... i haven't bled since... no I cant be... but truth is not something that gives in easily. He tried to stand and collapsed, yes his leg was definitely broken... He was certainly alive... whats more is he was mortal. It was all to much... Alive, Mortal, and Home.
(sorry for the multiple postings, but there is a character limit per post.)
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Dec 20, 2007 12:58:17 GMT -5
Post by Daegan on Dec 20, 2007 12:58:17 GMT -5
Daegan’s eyes flashed open, tiny bolts of azure lightning rippling across his eyelids as he sat up suddenly in bed. His dreams were plagued by scenes of death and battle, faces he knew all to well being hewn and torn asunder. The Sage’s breath was fast and uneasy as he clenched his left fist, the combined Arcs of Shadows and Lightning responding with bolts of lightning and tendrils of shadow snaking up his arm.
“My daughters… where are my daughters…”
Panic started to overtake Daegan as he quickly got out of his bed, nestled in his chambers deep within the Tower of Shadows in the Shadow City of Cyrida. Something didn’t feel right. It was like a pulling sensation at the very strings of his heart, and then a void. As if each one of his daughters had been dangled in front of his eyes and then ripped away. One by one he could feel them all fade away.
“BRENNA!”
His voice boomed through the Tower as the murky Shadows overtook his body. Within seconds, his steps went from his bed chambers to outside his most beloved daughter’s bedroom. He stood there for several seconds, the silence almost deafening. He couldn’t hear her. He couldn’t even feel her. Something wasn’t right.
“By all the Gods, I swear I will have his head before this is all said and done… Coventina! Wynne! Maeveen!”
Daegan screamed for his daughters as the shadows took him across his Tower. Several steps here, several steps there and in a matter of minutes he had covered the entire Tower. No one was there. Not his guard, not his daughters. No one. The Tower was completely empty.
“That infernal Raptor has his scaly claws in this, I know it. And so does that cursed Sage of Darkness! I’ll have both their heads on my wall before the sun sets!”
A fierce roar ripped through the Tower as Daegan strode into his War Room. All sorts of Sedian weapons lined the wall, but those weren’t what he was after. His eyes narrowed as he clenched his left fist again, bringing his arm up to point at a seemingly blank stone wall.
With a wave of his arm, a bolt of lightning intertwined with murky shadow leapt from the gauntlet on his wrist, the stone wall before him rippling and fading into nothingness. It was here within this dark, small room the trinket he was after lay hidden. Quickly, Daegan stepped in and plucked the Arc of Death from its stand. As he touched the cold blade, his eyes narrowed, and the usual still aqua ring around his dark eyes began to flicker and crackle as the Soul Fire ignited deep within his core.
“If a single hair is out of place…”
With an about-face, Daegan turned and took several steps from his War Room, the illusionary stone wall flickering back into place. Arc of Death in his right hand, the gauntlet that was created with the merging of the Arcs of Lightning and Shadows adorning his left arm; Daegan was ready. Soul Fire burned brilliant in his eyes as the murky shadows once more overtook his form, melding into nothingness as the Sage traveled through the ether to his destination, center of all Sedian Life – the city of Sethia.
Moments later, Daegan' form exploded from the shadows in the capital city. The Arc of Death was clutched tightly in his right hand, Soul Fire burning brilliantly in his eyes. Tiny bolts of lightning crackled over his left arm, the Shadows swirling about his upper torso. He was on a warpath and wouldn’t stop until he found what he was looking for.
But all the rage of the Lord General suddenly stopped as he took several steps out of the alleyway he had just appeared in. The city was empty. His mouth fell open, his eyes quickly returning to normal as all of his mustered rage was quelled, the Soul Fire returning to a simple aqua ring around his eyes. The lightning ceased over his arm and the shadows fell away from his body.
“In the name of Lasius… what has happened?”
His mouth fell agape as he moved quickly through the city, searching for any source of life. He could see none, he could feel none. Even the shadows that snaked through the city could detect no life force. The city was empty. Something had happened.
“Have the Gods returned? How long have I been asleep?”
Daegan was puzzled. Words escaped him. Nothing this strange had happened since he last saw Lasius and was gifted with his daughters. How was the City of Shadow and the Capital City both empty? Nothing made sense.
Except the pain that smashed into him like a hammer. His legs buckled and he dropped to his knees, a howl of agony escaping his lips. His eyes slammed shut as he desperately tried to fight away the pain, but it was to no avail. The ground below him seemed to shake, the air above him seemed to boil and it was as though the very fabric of time was being torn to shreds.
And then nothingness. Daegan’s mind went blank, his vision gone. He was weightless, as if floating in some sort of vacuum. He didn’t know where he was, didn’t know what had happened, and now he was stark nude. The Arc of Death was gone, and so were the combined Arc of Lightning and Shadows.
He could see bodies, or at least pieces of bodies. His nostrils opened and he could smell again. Slowly his eyes opened, and he could see the landscape… but it wasn’t Sethia. He wasn’t in the Capital City any longer.
“Tarthia?”
Slowly Daegan stood as the shadows snaked around his body, covering his nude form as his eyes came to rest upon what seemed a double figure. At first he couldn’t make out the person and took several steps forward. His head was pounding and he was still uneasy from being ripped from Sethia. His vision began to steady, and then the still ring around his eyes exploded into flames as his lips curled into a snarl.
“SITHERACK!”
Daegan went to draw the Arc of Death and point it at the neck of the Sage of Darkness, but to his amazement the Arc had vanished. His eyes went wide as he glanced at his left arm, the combined Arc of Shadows and Lightning gone as well. The Soul Fire crackling in his eyes diminished yet again as confusion overtook Daegan’s brain. He had seen the person standing next to the Sage of Darkness.
“La… Lasius? How in the… what has happened?! Where are my daughters!”
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Wynne Siusan Sedi
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Air Sedi Daughter of Daegan 'Niece' of Lasius Pretty in Pink
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Dec 24, 2007 0:28:06 GMT -5
Post by Wynne Siusan Sedi on Dec 24, 2007 0:28:06 GMT -5
The world was shaking, quivering, ready to collapse upon itself. Wynne was confused, tired, and all she wanted to do was see her father. Of course, even as she felt the world start to crumble inwards – she prayed that Lasius would find a way to save them. She had faith that he would – for she was sure that her father’s hatred of Sitherack was founded upon something so she was unsure if she should put any faith into the man that looked so much like Lasius – silent as the grave she looked on with the bitter cynicism too premature for her age having faded off with the roughness of reality and survival. So even with the bitterness she felt at Brenna for being her Father’s favorite, she still huddled near them as she prayed for survival.
Then it happened. A vortex upon itself, and they were falling – tumbling to the world through something else – and Wynne was separated in it somewhere from the rest of her family. Though something else happened then – something that went horribly wrong as pieces of people started falling; and as her eyes opened to reveal a severed arm a high pitched girl’s scream echoed across the land before she turned and was thoroughly sick. She could barely feel the cool hand of a strange woman’s that pressed against her, pulling her away from the rest and she closed her eyes as she never saw who had pulled her away from the feeling of lying against a bloodied arm – her pink dress clinging to her adolescent frame.
She felt her body lay still after she had been pulled away – and the woman walked back to help the others. Wynne’s eyes opened and her small frame started to shake violently from an almost shock – wide blue eyes searching over the lands until they rested upon her “Uncle” Lasius – and the body that was collapsed and bleeding. She heard a booming familiar voice that her heart and body longed for (for even as much as she thought she despised his obvious affection for his heir-child; she loved her father dearly for he was everything to her as was her entire family) – and felt her feet carrying her towards him with a force that had her sliding along the ground.
“Papa! Papa….. PAPA!”
She hated the infliction in her voice that sounded as small as a young child’s, the tears that slid down her face – but even as she neared and realized he was clad only by shadow, her arms reached out to embrace him, almost crashing her body into his with the force she’d not even slowed upon reach him. She didn’t care she openly cried now, and that she looked disheveled or wore faint stains of another’s blood – only that she saw him now; he was here, and he was real.
”It’s really you, isn’t it?”
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Dec 24, 2007 0:51:08 GMT -5
Post by Daegan on Dec 24, 2007 0:51:08 GMT -5
Daegan was beginning to regain his composure again. His breathing slowed and his head wasn’t pounding as severely as it was when he was first ripped from Sethia to Tarthia as the Arcs were gathered to shatter the Barrier and then scattered across the landscape. Daegan wouldn’t understand, nor did he want too, his eyes were transfixed upon the Sage of Darkness. The still aqua ring around his dark eyes flickered and then erupted as the Soul Fire ignited along the Sage of Shadow’s arms and shoulders. A terrifying sight to those that had never seen Daegan enraged, shadows ever spiraling around his naked body.
“Your not helping matters, Lasius. You look like shit. And I swear, if I don’t get some answers real quick-like, your gonna see what made you Transcend again. And you’re not going to like it.”
The Soul Fire raged over his body as Daegan’s fists clenched tightly. Shadows completely covered his body now, to the effect of a sort of thick, dark, muddy exoskin. Even without the Arc of Shadows, Daegan had long since mastered his Element and was not one to be trifled with when enraged.
But all the rage in the world melted away as a familiar voice pierced through the thick haze of shadow ever-swirling about the Sage, eyes transfixed upon Sitherack. The Soul Fire flared for a second and then seemed to just blink out of space as Daegan’s gaze suddenly whirled to his left.
“Wynne! Praise the Gods you’re alive!”
The aqua ring around Daegan’s dark eyes quivered and then was suddenly still, the rage in his voice completely gone. A small tear formed in the corner of the Sage’s eyes as he grabbed the running body of his daughter, hoisting her up into the air and spinning around as he tightly embraced her. He all forgot about his Sagely Brothers standing behind him, clutching Wynne to his chest.
“I don’t know what has happened, Wynne. I have no idea. But something has happened. And thank the Gods I’ve found you. Oh thank the Gods. I thought I’d lost you. I thought I’d lost you all. Your sisters, Wynne… where are your sisters. I will not rest until I find you all.”
He kissed her forehead. His eyes telling obviously of the extreme relief of seeing one of his daughters.
“Thank the Gods you’re here.”
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Dec 24, 2007 14:25:27 GMT -5
Post by Lasius on Dec 24, 2007 14:25:27 GMT -5
Pain after so long was in some ways a foreign feeling to him, yet somehow comforting and familiar in the realization of life. Only the dead and the gods felt no pain, and at this point Lasius Riley al'Sedi was in no way either of those. He shifted his weight slight, propping himself up against a semi sturdy pile of rubble into a half sitting half slumping position. His left leg was broken, and not being able to stand was a serious inconvenience. He surveyed the destruction around him in a detached fashion, eyes moving over the groaning injured, and body parts of dead and mortally wounded Sedi. His brother was about 20 feet away, unconscious, his form fallen so as to half cover the also unconscious form of Lomes. Unfortunate that, Had Lomes been awake she could have healed his leg.
It had worked, true there had been doubts, and the casualties were far greater than he had expected, but Sedi had survived, the race would go on. That he had been prepared to die for, but instead he was... well like this now. It was just as this fact was dawning on him that Daegan showed up making demands of him, he was still trying to think of exactly what to tell the man when his daughter showed up and distracted him. The shift in mood was drastic and it caused Las to chuckle slightly. Unfortunately for him his chuckle alerted him of several broken ribs and a punctured lung that he had over looked in focusing on his leg. The laugh broke down into a cough which brought forth a mouthful of blood he spit onto the ground distastefully.
“I have no idea if any of your other daughters lived, or made it back Daegan, not many people did. The gods are dead so praying to them wont make any difference, and the barrier is gone. Do you think you could kindly find me a Life Sedi before I choke to death on my own blood. You know when you are done with your tearful reunion and all. There is a lot left to do.”
He then sighed deeply and slumped the rest of the way, reserves of strength giving way to the exhaustion of what he had endured over the past hour, and the pain. His eyes closed and breathing slowed. He was unconscious.
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Dec 24, 2007 14:44:37 GMT -5
Post by Sitherack's Soul on Dec 24, 2007 14:44:37 GMT -5
Sitherack shifted sorely, pieces of rubble falling and causing mini avalanches of broken rocks and pebbles as he got to his knees, shaking his head in an attempt to stop this infernal spinning. Relief mixed with fear flooded him, it was obvious that his brother had succeeded in bringing down the barrier. For one that ridiculously persistent shaking had stopped, and then it was also hard to ignore the fact hat he was alive. The room slowly stopped spinning and he took in the devastation around him. It didn't take him long to recognize the remains of the city of Tarthia around them. Tarthia, it would have to be HIS city, next to Sethia this was the central hub for his power, or had been. The devastated ranks of the Sedi who lay moaning dying and wounded around them made it clear that power was not measured in men anymore.
He reached to his belt for the Arc of Darkness in a semi subconscious gesture, and stopped halfway there. Something was wrong, insidiously wrong. The power of the Sage of Darkness still flowed through him, but the counterpoint of the Arc to his natural power was far from here, Magik was no longer by his side either. He looked down and saw the still form of Lomes, and to the right his unconscious and wounded brother. Wounded, yes bleeding, a god no more. This brought a smile of satisfaction to his face, in a way things were more balanced now than ever. Lasius had no Arc's on him either, Lomes was unconscious, he could dispatch his brother at will now, except for one thing.
His eyes fell upon Daegan and his daughter, cold gray eyes took in the Sage of Shadows in a weighing fashion. He could take him, he was sure of it, the Man was also absent of Arcs, but there was something holding him back. Some sense of something he couldn't identify. Maybe it was the carnage around them, the devastation to their race, maybe he had simply seen enough death for one day, or perhaps it was part of something larger, regardless he took one final look at this fallen brother and strode out of the rubble.
He walked past Daegan without so much as a second glance.
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Dec 24, 2007 14:59:18 GMT -5
Post by Daegan on Dec 24, 2007 14:59:18 GMT -5
His ear’s perked again, the words of the Fallen God of the Sedi hitting his ears moments after he had spoken. It took awhile to register. Daegan had just been ripped halfway across Terra Centillina. Not only that, but his three Arcs had been torn from him somewhere between there and here. And, of course, the icing on the cake was the stench that suddenly hit his nostrils. He had initially seen the travesty of severed heads and limbs, but it hadn’t registered. Nothing was registering accept his daughter.
But it did then. All of it hit him. A mass of emotions swept over him. He was relieved to be holding his daughter, but utterly shocked to see his nemesis, his would-be Brother and half of the Sedian Empire in pieces.
Daegan turned and set his daughter down, and then stood, moving to stand in front of her as Lasius spoke. The Shadows swirled around his body and around the smaller body of his daughter. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her now, especially if she was the only one left.
He went to speak to the Lightning Childe, but stopped as he saw Sitherack move. The bastard was still alive, still breathing, and what’s worse he was walking right towards the Sage of Shadows. The aqua ring around his eyes vibrated and then exploded outwards, the Soul Fire in turn exploding up around his shoulders and down his arms. A roar ripped from Daegan’s throat as Sitherack walked past.
Shadows almost completely encompassed Wynne as Daegan turned, the Soul Fire burning brilliantly in his eyes. He had all but forgotten about Lasius.
“The Blood of the Sedian Empire is on your hands, Sitherack Darken Al’Sedi – Sage of Darkness! YOU did this!”
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Dec 24, 2007 15:55:52 GMT -5
Post by Sitherack's Soul on Dec 24, 2007 15:55:52 GMT -5
Sitherack Stopped dead in his tracks back straightening and tightened his hands into fists. Fingernails dug into the palms of his hands and blood ran in mini rivulets over his fingers and onto the shattered floor. Slowly he began to shake, fury at everything erupting to the surface. Normally Sitherack was a dead calm and icy as the Darkness that maintained its home in his soul. For him to loose control was a rare sight indeed. He stood facing away from Daegan, and darkness seethed around him, seeming to suck the light out of the world. Tarthia was his, shattered or not, the land of eternal night was his domain, no one here was more powerful than him Whether he held the Arcs or not. This measly worm comes into his city, dares to blame him for the destruction of Terra Centilina, when he knew nothing of what had happened?
“You weak minded fool, you know nothing.” His voice was colder than the depth of space, chilling to the marrow. Darkness seemed to pull devour the light, Lasius was dying, engulfed in the darkness as he was he could feel the feeble light withering in Lasius, but he didn't care. Things of this nature no longer mattered to him, not when he was this angry.
He turned finally to face Daegan, and as he did his eyes focused on the Sage of Shadows, blacker than the darkest night, no other color penetrated them, like holes to the abyss they locked on Daegan. He raised his hand and pointed a finger accusingly at the Sage of Shadows.
“Educate yourself before you make accusations you squalling infant. Had I wanted the Sedi dead they would be dead. A fate I may yet dispense upon you. Your powers here are meaningless, your rage impotent.” He lowered his arm as his trembling rage subsided somewhat. He was getting control back. “The Sedi are damaged, we are weakened, but we live on, as we are forever meant to. I will recover my full powers and bring the Sedi to heights which you and my whelp of a brother never dreamed of. Then I will destroy you, and Lasius, if he doesn't die here now which would suit me fine.”
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Dec 24, 2007 16:31:36 GMT -5
Post by Malkate Rose Sedi on Dec 24, 2007 16:31:36 GMT -5
(cont. from Red Dragon Inn "Breaking the Bonds")
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The flash of red would be blinding, sharp, quick, as she appeared before the recently returned people, the edges of her hood swaying in the breeze that followed the sudden arrival of a body in a space were previously there had been none; only to hear Darken’s last words to Daegan fill her.
“Lasius… will not be dying again while I still breathe.”
Hatred flashed through her red eyes as she stared at the form of Sitherack who stared at the Sage of Shadows – she was sure that the other held no affection for her; but her memory of Darken and Lasius’ death before was all too raw. She blamed him partially for her years of wandering – for she only thought Lasius the embodiment of a storm for years. The blood still that she saw on her hands she felt the weight of now, even as she turned and saw his unconscious form. She kneeled, creating a wind sharp enough that if one of the other’s tried to interfere, they’d be pushed back. Malkate felt the bubble of confliction within her – burning and threatening to burst outside of her body but she contained it as her hands went to lay upon the thickening blood of the Sedi man.
It was an old feeling; this. The pulling of the power from the red fire that was no longer tainted in black – but that of her own energy that she’d built through years. The power within her that the Magus had recognized when she stood beside Nuria as a young, naive girl. Well Malkate had changed in many ways – but even as she went to lift his head gently into her folded lap, her fingers gently moved to stroke his head. The power was hers, but she could only hope that he’d accept that over the defeat of his body. She pulled up that red fire, and moved to push it gently into his form – the healing that moved from inside out; a gentle fire that was almost on side of burning but felt more like the right amount of warmth on a cold day.
If his body accepted the healing it would fill him – tinged with bits of who Malkate used to be – starting first with the most critical damage and working up. The lung would start to heal as if in accelerated over time – the blood chasing out of his system would probably force him to have to eject it upon conciousness. Then it would move to bones, muscle, filling him with a comfort feeling that would help ease the pain into nothingness. Even as she would finish the healing; the air would drop as a shield and she would look at the two men.
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Dec 24, 2007 17:23:42 GMT -5
Post by Daegan on Dec 24, 2007 17:23:42 GMT -5
By now, Wynne was completely engulfed in a barrier of shadows, a spire of an inky, tar-like substance every winding upwards. She was protected, and that was all Daegan cared about. Lasius was all but forgotten to the Sage of Shadows. His mind was bent on rage and vengeance. A part of Daegan wanted to believe that Lasius was still who he had transcended too. The God of the Sedi. And that it was through some sort of extreme sacrifice, Lasius had saved all he could. But he was still a God. Daegan couldn’t understand that Lasius had fallen. Especially now.
“There are very few people that are as pompous as you, Sitherack. Fewer still that hold the power you do. Lasius has Transcended. That leaves me and you and that infernal Raptor. I sure as hell didn’t do this. And Xadaxixorix only held the Arc of Earth. That leads me to believe he wanted your help. As you’ve expressed so lovingly here, you could care less about OUR people.”
A smirk spread over Daegan’s face, the Soul Fire in his eyes burning like two little aqua suns. It arched over his body like a thousand bonfires. Just enough light to continue to sustain his shadows. Daegan knew he couldn’t hope to defeat the Sage of Darkness in Tarthia. Daegan knew his power was fading as he channeled both the Soul Fire about him and the shadows around his daughter. He wasn’t used to not having the power of the Arc, and in the Land of Darkness eventually all light fades.
“There, Sitherack. All educated.”
His ears perked again, as an old voice played passed his ears. He heard it, he recognized it, but he didn’t acknowledge it. Not yet. He knew better than to turn is back on the Sage of Darkness. Not here. Not now.
“I swear this to you, Sitherack. On whatever being is still out there, in the name of Lasius and your Father Salianis. I swear on the very Darkness that infests every fiber of your being. It may not be here, and it may not be today, but I will hold you accountable. For all of this. I know you, Sage of Darkness. I know when the Night is at it’s Darkest, what haunts you the most. You will pay for this blood if even I, too, must perish along with you. The Sedian Nation will not forgive this atrocity, I swear that. Not as long as I have strength to stand and air in my lungs.”
As Daegan spoke, the Soul Fire continued to rage on, the shadows snaking up and over each other making the mass around his daughter thicker and thicker. His voice boomed through the shattered hall, the shadows that faded into darkness carrying his words. Sweat was dripping down Daegan’s forehead in steady droplets and it was getting harder for him to breathe. His energy was getting low fast and soon he’d fade into exhaustion. But he would not back down.
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Dec 24, 2007 21:41:22 GMT -5
Post by Sitherack's Soul on Dec 24, 2007 21:41:22 GMT -5
Annoyance mingled with disgust at the appearance of Malkate, confusion and disbelief settled into the mix when she began to heal his brother. Apparently the woman simply couldn't make up her mind whether she wanted him dead or alive. Maybe he would get lucky and she would turn him into some form of pet. One less problem for him to deal with. His real attention though was on the Sage of Shadows, this is not to say that he wasn't aware of the Light inside Lasius growing stronger as his condition stabilized. The quantity of Dark energy he had pulled to himself now was astonishing, it seethed around him, licking at the shattered floor and walls hungrily devouring every last ounce of light, leaving it very close to pitch black around them.
“Your concern for our people is as fraudulent as ever Daegan, If you really felt I was the type of malevolent threat you say you would have fled, taken your precious Daughter and Lasius with you. You are not naive enough to think that you could beat me here, of all places.” He glanced past Daegan to Malkate. “I spare you now Daegan only because she is here, Only because the energy I would expend crushing you would leave me vulnerable to her. Otherwise you and Lasius would have perished here now.”
He turns from them both and flings his hand out angrily in front of him, shattering the remnants of the wall there and opening a dark portal, energy crackling around it. The destination is shrouded in darkness, and he steps through, it will remain open for 30 additional seconds if anyone tries to follow, but anything caught in it when it closes will be sheared in half as the edges come back together.
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Dec 24, 2007 21:46:29 GMT -5
Post by Lasius on Dec 24, 2007 21:46:29 GMT -5
Lasius' body responded eagerly to the healing, soaking up any and all energy poured into it to begin filling the massive gaping hole left by that which was expended in the breaching of the barrier itself. He shifted and coughed the last of the blood in his lungs spraying out, likely all over Malkate as his head is in her lap, and then with the easing and subsiding of the pain he slips deeper into a restorative unconscious state. He is mortal now, but still the Sage of Light, as well as the most powerful Lightning Sedi to ever have lived, it takes quite a bit of energy and time to recuperate after being so thoroughly depleted.
His subconscious recognizes the energy pouring into him, and is somewhat confused by it, the result is constant nightmares about his death at the hands of Malkate, about the last time he saw her, and that abomination that was created to destroy all Sedi. He didn't know what the meaning of the dreams were consciously, but they certainly brought about a cold sweat.
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Wynne Siusan Sedi
New Member
Air Sedi Daughter of Daegan 'Niece' of Lasius Pretty in Pink
Eternity of Silence
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Dec 27, 2007 12:07:37 GMT -5
Post by Wynne Siusan Sedi on Dec 27, 2007 12:07:37 GMT -5
“I.. I don’t know where they are. We got separated in, in the fall.”
Her voice dulled off to a whisper after her father’s questions, but his obvious relief, his love of her filled her and surrounded her. Some piece of her that she swore was missing clicked into place and she simply buried her head against his chest and breathed in the familiar sent of her father. Her hands wound around his neck for a moment in a fierce hug, protective before she pulled away and looked at her Uncle, her eyes widening as he passed out. She half cried out, thinking he might even be dead – mostly surprised after all she’d seen of him.
Though her body also tensed up a bit as Daegan moved to set her behind him, stepping protectively in front. Her curious form moved up slightly, just enough to peek around her father’s legs as the shadows curled around her. A small ‘eep’ escaped her, but she knew that they were protective only – it was still a surprise to have your vision suddenly clouded by darkness. Though as her Father’s infamous temper showed through again, she half sighed and looked down. She remembered it – had inherited bits of it into herself as well. Though she felt as if she should somehow speak up for Sitherack – after all had he not helped indeed?
Though would he listen this time? She wasn’t sure. Her silence drowned out as she watched the man turn and face down her father. She didn’t understand why his attitude changed quickly – she didn’t understand much of what was going on in truth. She was focusing on the rage between the two that made her body shake slightly from the force of it – but it was better than averting her eyes and seeing the bodies of her fellow people. Instead she focused on the men, praying that he wouldn’t try and strike down her father – whom, like every child – she was sure that Daegan would win and wasn’t sure how Lasius would feel. Besides, shouldn’t she be trying to find a Life Sedi to heal him?
Though even as her body turned and she moved to run, she felt the shadows darken over her more, and realized that there had been a flash behind her. All she could see of the woman was a small frame and a blinding amount of red – almost too much. She saw the light of energy move from the woman and moved to step forward but then her sight was completely concealed, and she wasn’t sure she could move forward too well. Though she couldn’t see – she could heal and note enough that whomever the woman in red was, Sitherack saw her as a true opponent, which confused her. She’d never seen the woman before had she? No – not the red robes though there was something on the edge of memory she should think of – something about red and Lasius.
Then she heard Sitherack’s words and it chilled her, but she said nothing, choosing to be silent. It was only after a moment’s pause that Wynne whispered, half confused: “Papa?”
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