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Post by Daegan on Mar 22, 2008 14:58:42 GMT -5
His eyebrow shot into the air for what seemed an eternity as the form of the Dragon and Lasius around slowed and came to a sudden halt. He felt the space around him move, as he called the shadows too him almost instantly, his will being forced through the Arc of Shadows. He hadn’t realized, of course, it was Lomes distorting time about them, and this became completely obvious as she decked him across his face.
“I suppose I deserve that.”
He smirked slightly as all the energy he had been gathering dropped from his figure. The shadows once more fell away, as did the green Necromantic energy from the Arc of Death. Even the burning Soul Fire was reduced to the small aqua ring around his dark irises. They were dangerously close now and the shadows were screaming around him. The enslaved souls were shrieking silently in his ear. The Sage’s eyes seemed to pierce the very core of Lomes’ pulsating green ones.
“I’ve been meaning to do this for awhile now.”
The Arc of Death clattered to the ground as he moved only slightly forward, his free hand going up to brush a stray hand of hair away from the Avian’s face. His grip around the Arc of Shadows once again tightened and they started to move away from her body. With the speed of a Sedi and the cunning of a vulture, Daegan almost swooped in, planting a kiss square on her lips. He lingered for only a moment before stepping backwards again. Taking a sharp breath inward he smiled at Lomes, the shadows once more snapping back to the silky dress around her form.
“Just in case.”
He knelt down slowly to pick up the Arc of Death and loosely gripped the bone blade, matching the grip he now held on the Arc of Shadows as well. The Sage hardly ever wore any sort of armor, his Element blessing him with the ability to shift in and out of this Realm into his own to become complete shadow. He wore his eloquent silk clothing with the same aqua stitching as the Soul Fire in his eyes.
Daegan tilted his head slightly as he looked once more into the Avian’s eyes, his eyebrows knitting together slightly. He knew that look. He’d seen it in Wynne many, many times since the return of the Sedi and had watched it countless times before in years gone by. He sighed softly as if trying to comfort the God-like creature before him.
“We’re made of stronger stuff, you and I. And we’ve got more to fight for than that wretched tyrant does. Pain is essential; it lets you know you’re still alive. It’s going to be alright Lomes.”
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Post by Lomes Artelias on Mar 22, 2008 15:28:28 GMT -5
She curled her right hand into a fist as he kissed her, the Arc of Life pulsing with energy mirrored by sensations running wild through her form. The Shadow dress had been pulled away but such as it was it never bothered her, she only wore it for him anyway. As he released his grip on the shadows and the dress returned she released it standing before him in her natural state, how she preferred to be. She knelt with him, keeping eye contact as he retrieved the Arc of Death.
“I know Daegan,” her voice was soft, the musical chiming accent coming back unconsciously for the first time since her trip through the Barrier had hurt her so badly. “We will kill him, and should anyone fall I will raise them, he cant win, I won't allow it.” She closed her eyes and tears leaked from between the lids. “I don't think you truly understand, I know how much you hurt, everything he has done to you, I saw it all, when I healed your mind I experienced it all. I violated your mind without your permission for the good of the Sedi Daegan, it was unforgivable.”
She trailed her fingers down the cracks in her skin, the Aether swirled around her fingertips, its blue-violet haze emitting a kind of tingling warmth, almost an intoxicating sensation of pure unrestrained power, given their proximity he would feel it coursing through his body. “You don't have to pity me Daegan, I know how awful this looks, I don't hold any claim to you Sage of Shadows, if you want her you can have her, I'm sorry I struck you, it was outside my rights.”
She turned her head from him, Aether shimmering across her form, sweat glistening on the side of her body not covered in Aether. “It's not fair what I did to you with the Arc of Dreams, It gave me an advantage over you, I knew what you liked after that, I played for it, I have found you... intoxicating.” She reached out and trailed her forefinger gloved in the Arc of Dreams down his cheek. “I would give you the same, if you would like to, I would let you look into my mind, feel what I feel See what I see you need only take my hand, I desire you Daegan, but I want you to know me for who I am, what I am first.”
She held her hand out for him, the shimmering glove of the Arc of Dreams reflecting his image, and hers blurring them together so that they seemed almost as one. Soft golden Light from the Arc of Life coursed around her nude form, drifting in and out of the Aether, sustaining her life force and pulsing in time with her quickened and rapid heartbeat.
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Post by Daegan on Mar 22, 2008 15:44:05 GMT -5
He cursed silently under his breath. Wretched shadow creature. She’d only called to him because it had been so long. The Sage scoffed and pushed these thoughts from his mind as he looked at Lomes, a look of complete seriousness washing over his face. It wasn’t so much that he cared what she saw, it was that another person had to experience the same torment he did. Daegan was built for such sadistic agony. He’d been bread for it ever since his twisted childhood up until this very day. If anything it was almost a sick guilty pleasure.
He went to grab her arm as she turned away, but found that she had already whirled back to him. The Soul Fire ring in Daegan’s eyes quivered slightly as his pupils darted back and forth rapidly, as if searching for some hidden answer deep within the Avian’s eyes. It was as if a hundred lifetimes past in the matter of two seconds as, this time, both Arcs clattered to the ground.
The shadows hissed in protest from the golden light of the Arc of Life and moved away from the strange Arc of Dreams as Daegan reached outwards. Slowly, intricately he wrapped his hands around Lomes’ fingers, the hand that bore the Arc of Dreams. His eyes remained locked on hers as he continued to stare deep into green orbs before him.
“She… I… it was a mistake. She distracted me and grabbed the Arc and… it.”
His eyebrows knitted together again and a slight look of confusion swept over his face. He, indeed, had been watching Lomes since her arrival through the barrier and the sheer power and compassion this creature had startled and intrigued him. They were virtual polar opposites, and like magnets it seemed the attraction was getting harder and harder to stave off.
“It won’t happen again. I just, I lost myself for a second. But because of you I was able to remember who I was. I can deal with everything that has happened and I can transcend it. Without you, Lomes, I’d be just as ravishing as the wretched Sage himself. You make me whole.”
Daegan closed his eyes as his fingers intertwined with the glove Lomes wore. He could feel the power within her; feel the almost calming force that was the Arc of Life and the mysterious energy from the Arc of Dreams. He stood before her, Arcs at his feet, almost completely relaxed.
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Post by Lomes Artelias on Mar 22, 2008 16:10:28 GMT -5
His words made her smile, the touch of his hand made her shiver, her eyes stopped tearing for the most part as she tried very hard to focus her memories and history through the Arc of Dreams. It wouldn't take long for him to start experiencing images and feelings, starting well before her own creation, he would learn the history behind the Avian, how they created the gods to and the universe and the gods convinced of their own superiority had wiped out her race. He would see the Transcended Lasius coming across the Rod of Souls, sitting down with it in the Keep of Lightning and shaping it into her form, giving it life and free will, but at the same time Linking her to the Sedi as their guardian.
He would feel the incredible loneliness of centuries spent in the Keep, learning and growing in power, with only the distracted and sporadic conversation with the God of the Sedi to break the loneliness. The terrible burden knowing just what she was, and how important to all of existence her life was, never being allowed to make a mis step, no mistakes, constantly worried that if her life were to end that All life would wink out. He would feel the power of all 14 elements coursing through his body, the chaotic yet oddly symmetrical balance to it all, The feelings of compassion and protectiveness that made up her nature, a desire for the survival of the Sedi that was rooted in her life so deep it was more than a personality trait, it was simply a fundamental part of who she was.
After that he would begin to feel things losing control, the trip through the barrier, the pain of the damage it had caused, the destruction of her wings that she missed so terribly, the cracking and tearing of her body, and the terror that should she die everything would be over. Then the last thing she saw before blacking out in Tarthia after the trip was his face when they arrived. Confusion had filled her at the sight of his eyes, they penetrated to her very core, and filled her dreams while she was asleep.
And as she lay in his bed naked and dying thoughts and dreams of Daegan had filled her mind, who he was what he was strange desires needs welling up in her for the first time in her life. A reason to want to live beyond the simple preservation of all life. He had given life itself an association with hope instead of simple fear of death, being the only reason for going on. He would feel the sorrow at the near destruction of the Tower of Shadows, and her using far more energy than she should have spared while recovering to keep it more or less intact for him. Then her repairing it to please him when the Arc of Life had restored her life force.
He would experience her love and desire to heal him, to take him in her arms and make him whole. He would feel how much it had taken out of her, but not feel the feeling associated with what had driven him to madness before. She knew better than to let those through to test the strength of his new mental discipline. And finally the flirtatious desire for him, dressing in the shadows to appeal to him, and the pain and jealousy of seeing him with that beautiful shadow creature. Shame and embarrassment at her own disfigurement that would take more than she knew to heal.
The Images and feelings would stop now, ending right here at this moment in time, but the residual elemental energies would continue to course through his body. They were not strong by any means, but they were there. They would dissipate over time however, not a permanent boost to his abilities, but it would give him a better understanding of the basics of her power and the chaotic nature that ruled her.
“Ive wanted to hold you from the moment I saw you Daegan. You are a dream come true for me, as you have plainly just seen.”
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Post by Daegan on Mar 22, 2008 16:38:21 GMT -5
His eyes flashed open as he took another sharp breath of air into his lungs. The feelings were overpowering. The brief thought of the shadow vixen flashed through his mind and he almost grimaced, pushing them away once more. Instead he replayed what he had just witnessed. He sighed softly, a smile tugging at his lips as he once more looked deep into Lomes’ eyes.
“I… it…”
His voice trailed off as he almost seemed to lurch forward, gingerly taking the little Avian before him into his arms. His movements were passionate and true as time whirled on around them within the constraints of the time bubble the two were within. He kissed along her cracked flesh and ran his fingers along it gingerly. His kisses were deep and full of raw emotion as the two danced in each other’s arms. The air grew hot and pulses beat fast as a more sensual dance began.
Hours past as Daegan almost panted, sweat glistening over his pale body. His motions were both powerful and intimate and he was partially thankful that Lasius and whoever else may have gathered around them could not see the almost primal things going on within the fold of time. Almost bestial in nature, Daegan let lose the fury of his emotions that had been bottled up for so long, bending and twisting into thousands of bizarre and erotic positions.
“By the Shadow…”
He breathed heavily as he almost crouched over Lomes, his body heaving with deep breaths as he smirked down at Lomes. Gingerly he lowered himself to kiss her softly once more. The smirk shifted into a genuine smile as he moved almost acrobatically, moving from on top of her to lying next to her. He delicately ran a finger over her cheek, tracing the cracked flesh. Slowly the shadows washed over them as Daegan closed his eyes, almost wrapping himself around the Avian next to him.
“And now you expect me to go out there and kick ass. You’re just as sick as Lasius is, you know that?”
Laughing softly, Daegan moved to kiss Lomes’ forehead, the shadows twisting and contorting around the two to once more conceal there naked forms. As if renewed by the sudden touch of his Element, an almost devilish glint flashed across pupils as he once more shifted, taking Lomes in his arms as the shadows completely overtook the two. The only thing betraying the location of them within the time fold being the moaning and screams of sheer delight.
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Post by Lomes Artelias on Mar 22, 2008 17:09:10 GMT -5
She lay there staring up at the sky, frozen in place, the shifting shadow barrier around the city was locked into a solid wall while time was frozen. It had hurt at first but the pain had not lasted long, she felt somehow more real now, gods, her body simply would not stop tingling. She smiled over at Daegan, and glanced up at where Lasius was still frozen climbing down from his Dragon, and she could make out in the distance that Pirate captain frozen in mid stride running towards them.
Daegan's comment about her being as bad as Lasius brought forth a chiming musical laughter. “Well like father like Daughter they say. Which reminds me who ought to break the news to him?” She grinned devilishly at him, as she sat up, the shadows slipping away from her form briefly. Thank gods for the Arc of Life or sitting would not have been a possibility at the moment. As it was she was still pretty sore, god like artifact or no god like artifact.
She grinned and entwined herself around his from caressing his face and chest with the hand adorned by the Arc of Life. It flowed revitalizing energy back into his body, restoring the energy he had expended in their escapade, so that he would be fresh for the battle. “But you should know that I would never let you face Sitherack at anything less than the pinnacle of your strength sire.”
She rose to her feet and made a gesture with her left hand, shadows rushing around her body swirling like a small twister, they straightened her hair, and clothed her in the slithering revealing dress that she had worn before, only now it seemed almost translucent, hinting all the more at what lay beneath. She was really beginning to enjoy the influence she had over him, and it showed as she smiled coyly at him.
”Go ahead and get dressed M'lord, wouldn't want to share the sight of you with anyone else who might be watching. Drive the women wild and they wouldn't be able to control themselves, I'd have to start getting vicious on them.”
Giving him sufficient time to get his clothing on She raised her hands and closed her eyes taking hold of the time stream and untying the knot that she had formed around them. They slipped back into normal time not even a split second having passed, as Lasius was still landing on the ground.
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Post by Lasius on Mar 22, 2008 20:57:07 GMT -5
Lasius hit the ground and blinked. Something was distinctly different he could have sworn that Daegan and Lomes were not standing that way when he had begun to get off the dragon, and they seemed altogether too happy. He had the feeling he had missed something fairly significant. Maybe it was just the Dragon, and the new sense of contentment washing over him since his soul was joined with hers. That was probably it. He glanced to his left and noticed the Captain was also here in Sethia, he was pleased to see.
“Ish, you have my thanks for saving my Life earlier today.” He grinned at the man as he patted the bent down neck of the massive Dragon soothingly. “I have something for you and Daegan here with me.”
He reached into the padded pouch and gently retrieved the two glass spheres. He was pleased to see they were still intact, after the violent concussive blast that sent him off the top of the Sethian Keep he had, had his doubts as to whether or not they would survive. But survive they did, and he handed one to Daegan and one to Ishmael.
“Be gentle with these, they are incredibly fragile, thin glass. They are called glimmervoids, they used to exist in abundance, but now so far as I know only these two are left. The glass is specially tempered by Magick Sedi to contain a triggered spell. I have filled both of these with enough pure and uncorrupted light to blind anything within 100 ft of it when you use it, it will also disperse any darkness based abilities that Sitherack attempts to use upon you. Its a one shot deal though to use it you have to crush the sphere in your hand.” He grinned and chuckled under his breath ”I don't think I need to tell you that you should close your eyes when using it, and try to keep it as a last resort.”
He sighed deeply and leaned against the Dragons for leg looking up at her as she gazed back down at him. Her Ice blue eyes were serious, she reflected his mood in this situation, grim and determined, understanding fully the odds against which they were facing.
“From what I can tell Sitherack is in full possession and has corrupted 4 Arcs, Fire, Light, Lightning, and Darkness. I don't any randomness to his desire for these Arcs in particular. The lack of Light in the world lately shows us reason enough why he has corrupted them. Unfortunately his greatest weakness is Light and he has done a very good job at cutting down drastically on the amount of uncorrupted light we can bring to bear against him.” He paused and glanced at the three standing in front of him. “He might have already killed Malkate, I don't know, I cant feel her presence any longer.”
“When we engage him in combat I will do my best to keep a cage of woven uncorrupted Light around him at all times. This will severely limit his movement and his ability to draw on power, but this is also going to make me a primary target. If I should fall Lomes you are the only one that can take over the light cage. I don't want anyone thinking this is going to be an easy fight, but I think we have a good chance, it is going to be 4 on one, and combined we do hold more Arcs than him.”
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Post by Daegan on Mar 22, 2008 21:31:25 GMT -5
His hair was tousled and the grin on his face seemed to be a dead give away as the pirate walked up to join the group. The Sage was somewhat surprised to see the Captain and thankful that the man hadn’t been claimed by Sitherack. One more Arc the Sage of Darkness didn’t hold and one more soldier to the cause. He found that the Arcs were still at his feet and his hand was still intertwined with Lomes’. He cleared his throat and bent down to retrieve his Arcs as if nothing had happened, the aqua ring around his eyes shuddering and exploding outwards as the whole of his eyes began to burn with the eerie Soul Fire.
The clothing he wore was slightly wrinkled and a bit disheveled, but he listened carefully to Lasius, once again taking in the impressive form of the Dragon. As Lasius handed him the sphere he took it gingerly and then tossed it almost carelessly behind him, a tendril of shadow snatching it effortless from the air before any harm could come of it. Tiny bolts of the green Necromantic energy pulsated around his left forearm as the shadows gathered once more around his feet.
“This is personal, Lasius. If you can keep Sitherack confined to a space, then I can deal with him. The Darkness hurts like a bitch, but providing I don’t encounter any of those infernal pockets I should be able to at least break his armor. If I can get that much done then, well…”
He trailed off, glancing over at Lomes and then to Lasius. He then frowned deeply and moved towards Lasius, the green Necromantic energy flickering from his body as Daegan offered the blade. The memory of Sitherack attaining the Arc of Lightning still burned like white hot flame in Daegan’s brain and he wouldn’t be having Sitherack obtain another powerful Arc in the heat of battle.
“Which is why I can’t use this. I fully intend on walking in the Shadow Realm for this and I can’t bring the Arc of Death with me, as much as I’d like too. It’ll at least give you some sort of well to pull energy from and a sword’s a sword.”
Almost immediately the Soul Fire exploded around Daegan’s body as he forced the nether energy from the depths of his very being. He grunted slightly at the sudden sapping of his energy, the Undead that moved through the city falling from the Arc of Death’s control to his own. He dropped down to one knee for only a second before grunting and rising to his feet one more time.
He glanced up at the Dragon one last time, then over at the pirate and finally back at Lomes before his eyes came to rest on the Lightning Childe. The grin had since been removed from his face, a look of sheer resolve and knowledge of what was to come overtaking his features. In the back of his mind he was thankful they still held the Arc of Life, and he almost grimaced at the beating he expecting to take. Still, he was prepared and ready to lay down his life for the Sedi.
He had been the Sedi’s Champion before and he was ready to rise to that task again.
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The Captain
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Water Sedi Captian of the Krakkan Honor amongst theives Pirate Captian
Ishmael of the Sea
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Post by The Captain on Mar 22, 2008 21:52:54 GMT -5
The pirate looked questioningly at all those that had been assembled within the garden. He was utterly amazed at the majestic Dragon before them and found himself staring dumbfounded at the beast for a full minute before he could bring himself to his senses. He cleared his throat slowly and glanced at the Arc of Water before he moved a bit farther into the courtyard, taking the tiny sphere from Lasius while listening intently too the man, keeping an ever-watchful eye on the Dragon.
He’d seen the viscous Draconian armies and had looted a fair amount of Dragon caves in the days when they were still abundant. Many of the old Dragons had sword blood debts upon the pirate and his veteran crew, a thought that brought a brief although subtle smile to his face.
Glancing over at Daegan he, too, listened intently to the Sage. He had obviously chosen his side already, and it wasn’t in his nature to back down until the job was finished. Partially why he had survived the attacks on other Dragon caves. Again that greedy grin stretched over his face before he shook his head slightly, bringing him back to the here and now.
“Well, I suppose I understand his jitatin logic. I can do somethin’ similar to that, becoming all water and splashing about something fierce. The trident here will still be able to do damage, so I suppose that’s two on one, yeah?”
An almost insane grin spread over his face.
“Good odds for any pirate.”
The rush swept over him. Sheer adrenaline seemed to overtake his very lifeblood as the possibilities grew in his mind. Challenge alone was enough to make him want to fight the impossible fight, but the immortality after succeeding was almost intoxicating. His name would be remembered for eons and it brought the grin back to his face as he smiled at Lasius.
“So, when do we start this then?”
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Post by Malkate Rose Sedi on Mar 25, 2008 21:05:10 GMT -5
Her face was devoid of reaction as she simply did as she was told; unwillingly unable to do more than simply watch in a mute horror as the clone’s shackles appeared and she simply disappeared where she was – her body shimmering into existence near where the large Dragon and Lasius had landed. Malkate screamed inwardly, as loud as she could if she could try and get him to hear though she was simply rewarded with hearing her voice and her face move of its own accord – and she couldn’t control her words. She was brilliantly puppet mastered, and she was helpless to really respond as the clone she carried looked up to her and she reached to grab a handful of hair, her mouth still spilling out its verbal vomit without control.
"This body is what I meant about using me, in our fight he was able to get a hold of some of my blood and turn it into this abomination. I’ve broken her down enough to get her to reveal the Location of Sitherack’s Temple, and she can easily tell you how to find it so we can destroy Sitherack, once and for all."
Her eyes turned towards Lasius as she spoke, though no infliction other than that inner chaos as she spoke, the woman’s red hair curled in Malkate’s fingers, that eerie representation of herself. Inside she knew that Sitherack heard her every thought and didn’t give a damn, she prayed that Lasius realized what was going on and killed her, or somehow realized that it would take more than a simple clone of her to close that connection down she’d left open – even when she’d been a full blooded Nectrite in her own way. She turned back to look at the Clone, silent again.
Nuria’s pleasure given to her was so quickly taken away, before she could even give her quirky reply light scattered her form in an almost painful way, a zap non too different from her time when she appeared in the shadow keep. Annoyance replaced anything as she saw the woman appear from far off, reforming with more than slight agitation on her part. Dark lashes narrowed as the blue eyes glittered with their own amusement. Nuria was used to dealing with jealous girlfriends, wives, lovers – her time in the study had proved more than once that men lusted after what they shouldn’t have. Sometimes the man wandered; rarely did he completely stay loyal. She sensed a power about the two that was strong and her intentions weren’t complete though the man’s taste of pleasure was thrilling; Nuria was no sweetly tempted maiden to fall at the first man’s whim to control her element.
She understood the other woman’s jealousy if that amount of pleasure could be given at a mere thought – not to mention what it could be like if that connection could go two ways. Of course, the thought of reappearing to taunt farther was only silenced by the appearance of a large scaled Dragon which sent bubbles of laughter through Nuria’s stomach and up her throat, an almost girlish chortle that was mostly wry amusement. It would seem her search to end boredom didn’t even have to end up with a flirtatious shadow man; she only needs to stand by and watch the show. A pale man joined the group and Nuria decided she should either make an entrance or take her leave; she didn’t wish a second scattering and as such wouldn’t forgive it too easily either. Her dark nails pressed against the ruby around her neck, and she smiled slowly as she thought of way’s to cause the trouble; though mostly centered on the idea of the last time she actually saw a living dragon.
Though this thought as well was disturbed by a bright flash of red, and Nuria’s smile actually faltered, almost completely fading as old feelings bubbled up within her, but something caught her interest. There were two Malkate’s, and as she shifted into shadows she listened to the drone tone of her old arch-nemesis something didn’t sit right with her. It had been awhile since she’d seen her though there was darkness about the woman that didn’t sit right with her. One reason their truce lasted in her eyes was simply for the fact that Malkate was Light to Nuria’s Darkness; even where her natural element was a mixture of both. She reappeared, all fun and games disappearing as she reappeared, no blinding light she was simply standing next to Malkate, the soft edges of her skirt shifting with the motion, dark hair still pulled back from the face of temptation.
“Malkate… it’s been awhile.”
Red eyes turned to blue, and Malkate recognized her old enemy. She never thought that relief would be the first emotion that overtook her from seeing Passion’s face. Her body responded only in that simple motion, and she nodded, almost afraid to speak. Her attention turned back to the group assembled, and she missed the scowl that appeared on the pretty woman’s face, or the thoughtful way that her brow drew down. Malkate’s response was her own in ways, she found that she could control that motion; but the effort to try and move to make some motion that she was being controlled it was impossible. She couldn’t even open her mouth to speak all she could really do was stare down at the Malkate clone; waiting for the responses of those gathered.
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Post by Lasius on Mar 27, 2008 16:49:46 GMT -5
Lasius took hold of the Arc of death instantly shielding himself mentally from the bombardment of mad whispers as the souls eternally surrounding the Arc latched onto him. He had held this Artifact before so he was prepared for the onslaught of mental pleas and tortured wails. In all the years he had lived it was still something of a mystery to him as to how the Arc held the souls to itself. If he could have figured it out he would have released the souls into oblivion if only to quiet their torture. His speculative line of thought was interrupted by the brilliant crimson arrival of Malkate with the clone.
His eyes narrowed immediately as he took in the battered and shackled form of the clone. Malkate's words washed over him like a rippling of cold water. The rage and fear that had been suppressed since summoning the Dragon and linking its soul to his came back full force and then was doused by the reassurance that Malkate offered. Still if this clone was so well in hand why had Malkate not reconnected their minds. Perhaps something about being linked with the Dragon was preventing it. Unfortunately he had no Idea how to sever that particular connection yet.
Glancing up at the massive creature with a quizzical look showed a mirror of confusion in its eyes. It had no clue either as to how to sever the connection, furthermore had no Idea why such an action would even be contemplated. He sighed and glanced at the surrounding people, noting suspiciously the arrival of Passions next to Malkate. He had no Idea who or what the creature standing there was only that its element resonated with an opposite pulse to his own natural element. The Dragon being a Storm Dragon sensed the presence of her shadow and perceived it as a disturbance. Not receiving any reassurance that this creature was friendly from its master it growled deep in its throat shaking the ground around the gathered group 3 foot long razor sharp teeth visible as the creatures lips peeled back in a snarl, its eyes locked on Passion's form in an unblinking gaze.
Lasius placed his hand on the Dragon left front claw and frowned slightly. “Easy there, not yet.” He watched closely his eyes drifting around taking in the differing reactions of the other people gathered. The recognition and irritation in Lomes Eye's had him concerned, unless he missed his guess Daegan was also familiar with this creature, it obviously knew Malkate, at least Ish looked about as confused as he felt. Nice to know he wasn't the only one out of the loop around here.
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Post by Lomes Artelias on Mar 27, 2008 17:12:11 GMT -5
Her face colored crimson as time resumed, she could feel the studying gaze of Lasius, the arrival of the Captain then Malkate and the bizarre clone she sensed was made of pure Darkness. The arrival of that clone monstrosity took the edge off her embarrassment; that Sitherack would have gained enough power to create something this complex and while engaged in combat at that. This was changing the face of the Whole situation, none of the others would understand, none of them knew the levels of complexity existent in this creation except for her, for none could probe the darkness here save her. She was about to open her mouth and say something when that vile little cretin slinked back out of the shadows to appear next to Malkate.
Her agitation was visible in the fluctuation of the Aether that made up her very essence, normally it was a cool ethereal blue in tint, but as she stared at Passions longer the color tint of the Aether began to deepen, taking on a purplish hue, then ultimately changing to a deep blood-like scarlet. The anger that she would normally shrug off with little effort seemed to infect her with the presence of this woman, hey pale green eyes narrowed as she watched her speaking to Malkate. Darkness welled up in her Soul, not some little light ball to scatter, nothing tinged with a warning slap this time, it was something far more sinister, not designed to play, but designed to annihilate and consume. Remove the shadow from her essence and see if she could survive without it.
The Aether had changed to black now, and she noticed she was breathing heavily, sweat standing out on her forehead. Darkness in her soul beat in time reverberating with an outside source, she looked and her eyes locked with the clone of Malkate. The creation was watching her with a knowing look, and was that amusement? Outrage welled in her all the more, she turned and began walking in the direction of the three women, her pale green eyes focused, the shadows of her dress drifting around her mingling and darkening with the black Aether leaking from the wounds down her right side.
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Post by Daegan on Mar 27, 2008 17:33:11 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed slightly at the sudden appearance of the Mage and what appeared to be the Mage’s twin. Daegan’s head tilted almost thoughtfully as the feeling of darkness swept over his form. He shuddered slightly, his burning eyes shifting from Malkate to her clone and back again. The feeling was unquestionable and his time spent with Lomes and the “connection” they established told him that something didn’t seem quite right. Curiously he eyed the Magus as she spoke, the normal vibrant and powerful tone all but absent from her voice.
“Oh shit.”
Daegan felt the pulse from his element and the very Arc of Shadows seemed to scream at him as the shadowed vixen appeared from nothingness. Before he could react, Lomes was moving forward and almost hesitantly Daegan reached out to try and grab her, to pull her back to his side.
“Easy love… now isn’t the time for such fury.”
Providing he was able to pull to Avian back, he would offer her a small kiss to the cheek before turning his attention back to Malkate, ignoring what would have been assuredly a strange look from Lasius. The Mage’s words played over and over again in Daegan’s mind as he closed his eyes, the grip he held around the Arc of Shadows becoming white knuckled. Lomes would have felt the sudden rush of shadow energy, and so would Nuria as it pulsed outwards, exploding through the shadow barrier and outwards in all directions.
He wasn’t manipulating the shadow, he was merely watching through it; as if watching events pass by from outside of his body. He listened to his element, to the soft whispers and hisses as he forced himself farther and father from Sethia. Daegan could feel the battle that had raged to the south, could see bits and pieces of it. Flashes of lightning, balls of light and that infernal fire. And then his eyes snapped open and he took a sudden, sharp breath inwards, his eyes locking onto Malkate’s arm.
The Soul Fire burned brilliantly in his eyes as he looked at the Mage’s arm, and he could feel the ebbing darkness around the wound. It made his eyebrow rise questioningly as he glanced over at Lomes and then to Lasius.
“You expect us to venture into the very maw of the beast in his own Temple no less and attempt to crush him? Something is different about you, Mage…”
He took several steps forward and his free hand snapped upwards as a tendril of shadow lashed out of seemingly nothingness. It surged through the space between Daegan and Malkate within a second and as it wrapped around the wounded arm Daegan almost shuddered as the shadows screamed to him. They disintegrated almost as soon as they touched the wound and his eyes darted back to Lasius.
“Darkness.”
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Post by Sitherack's Soul on Mar 27, 2008 17:58:38 GMT -5
He was watching with great amusement the gathering that Lasius had assembled to fight him, Especially that little creation of his, she virtually over flowed with Darkness that was easy for him to manipulate through the clone that was present there. He was just starting to have some fun with that when he heard the grating voice of he Sage of Shadows. Something was different about that man, he was thinking more clearly, whatever it was Sitherack didn't like it one bit. Pulling his attention back to the Real Malkate he growled softly as he felt shadows caressing the wound on her Arm. With any luck... no no luck.
”Darkness”
The word hissed in Malkate's ears and thus Sitherack's mind like poison. He had not been counting on this.. interference in such a skillfully wrought plan. It filled him with rage, and he only had one way with which he could Lash out. Having Malkate fight them there would have been worthless, they would over power and kill or cure her within moments. He seized her mind immediately and issued a command so potent that it could not be denied or even hesitated upon.
”You have been discovered, this is failure, Die painfully now.”
The command was for suicide but not just causing her heart to stop, it was something graphic, painful but quick, fast enough that it could not be stopped by the gathered group, Sitherack knew that that Avian would only bring her back but her death would serve as a message to his brother, and he knew his brother would understand.
As soon as the command was issued he cut his mind off from hers, the control was still there but there was no more commands coming, and nothing for her to see of him either. He released the ties that held the Clone in this world, the Darkness feeding her and keeping her form intact melted away and she dispersed into nothingness in front of them. When that was completed He drew forth the Darkness and ripped his form from here directly into the Darkness Well in the Temple of Darkness in the north east of the Land of Eternal Night. It was time to replenish his energy for the coming fight.
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