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Georgi was looking out from an arena, into a cheering crowd. She realised she was holding a sword in her hand, and spun round just in time to block the flaming blade aimed at her. A satisfied grin broke out on her face as she disarmed her opponent. The old bloodlust washed over her, with the approving roar of the crowd. It was dizzying...

Her opponent pulled a concealed dagger from his boot and lunged at her again, this time slicing through her flesh. The wound was superficial, but the pain focused Georgi's energy into anger, and she directed it at the warrior, charging him furiously. With one motion, she cleaved his hand, still clutching the dagger, from his arm. Then, as he stared at her in astonishment, she whirled her sword back and his head rolled to the arena floor, showering her in blood. The crowd erupted in ovation, as Georgi picked up the flametongue sword and held it above her head in elated triumph, the adrenaline still pumping through her veins.

Georgi swayed, giddy with the taste of victory, and the noise of the crowd faded into the distance. Again she heard Thantor, calling her back to the reason she was there... Just before the scene faded, she thought she saw a flash of Anomen's face in the crowd, but it was too late, and he was gone.

She found herself in a murky darkness, and silently called to Thantor for some kind of guidance.

Loner felt a new surge of power, and knew it had come from Kramor. But she felt the same pain and rage from him as before. My love, she acknowledged him in her mind, receiving his strength. The demon was pushed back momentarily but only seemed angered, and rushed back with a vengeance. It showed her all the good memories of Anomen -- the battles they had fought side by side, the times they had comforted one another in distress, and the first time they had lain together...

Loner laughed, much to the demon's annoyance. "I know where my heart lies," she said, and continued on. Finally, she heard Thantor's voice. "You are doing well," he said. "But it is not over yet. Hold fast to your strength, and to your training."

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Kramor choked with rage, pushing more to help Loner. He tried not to let his anger through, but it didn't work.

Gwalchmai thought, "How long does this ritual last?" He looked around at the four figures deep in trances, swaying slightly, except for Thantor who remained rock-steady. He noted that Anomen's bleeding had stopped and that his eyes were closed. He wondered about the sleeping Darkpoet, all trussed up in his cage. He frowned at thoughts of Kramor, wondering what mission he might have. A random thought of Vivien made him smile.

He looked around at the dungeon, wondering what had taken place here in this small keep before the Dark Flames had taken over. The walls were dark and stained, the air was damp, and Anomen had managed to stink up the place pretty good. He wished he had remembered to put down fresh papers before locking Anomen up. "Nature could find a home here," he muttered to himself, "if it were properly cleansed and balanced."

Loner knew she had to find Georgi at some point, so that the essence transfer could take place, and Anomen's soul could be re-integrated. But she didn't know where Georgi was, or if the time was right. She didn't want to rush things...The light was drawing closer; she knew that "home" was not far away, and the integration would have to take place soon...

She felt a tremor in her spirit -- more rage from Kramor, deep rage, something she had never felt from him before. She wanted to go to him, to break off this ritual and find him, find out what had gone wrong...

"Loner!! What have I taught you! Has all my work been for nothing!!"

"Master --"

"Don't 'Master' me! Just keep your mind on the task at hand! The demon has enough fuel without you helping it every step of the way!! Now focus!!"

Loner breathed deeply. She reached out to Kramor, telling him how his strength was helping her, how she wished she could see him, how she loved him now, more than ever...

Loner had laughed in the demon's face. In fury it withdrew for a time, to wait for another, and a better, opportunity. Once the integration began -- then it would strike. Deeply.

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After sensing Loner's love, Kramor relaxed. He just wanted to get this over with, he began to focus harder.

Dragon Wench became aware of the angst emanating from Georgi and Loner, and it concerned her. She walked over to where Gwalchmai was guarding Dark Poet and quietly mentioned her fears. "Do you know any calming magic. If you do I can watch Dark Poet for a while."

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OOC: Welcome back Kramor and DP

As Gwalchmai and Dragon Wench looked on, the air in the room began to shimmer, then thicken, almost taking on the appearance of liquid. It coalesced into a fluid cube that enclosed Thantor, Nippy, Loner, and Georgi. Thantor stretched out his arms, and Gwalchmai felt a pulling sensation as if the cube was somehow magnetic.

Georgi heard a tearing sound behind her and whirled, posed for attack. Instead, she saw Thantor stepping thru a tear in the murky darkness, wearing a straw hat, shorts, and a brightly colored leather jerkin. He was sipping on a Tia Maria. "We really do need to talk about your taste in subconscious interior design," he clucked. "The Qa field is established, so it should be easy to find Anomen's 'better half'. Concentrate on your most positive memories of him and it will carry you right to him." Disoriented to see Thantor dressed like a tourist in Waukeen's Promenade, Georgi quickly got her bearings, grabbed the Tia Maria, and drained it. "See ya soon", she grinned and headed through the now widening tear. "Warriors," Thantor grumbled, looking at his now empty glass.

Loner reached out to Kramor, telling him how his strength was helping her, how she wished she could see him, how she loved him now, more than ever...

"HELLO!" said a voice right next to her ear. Loner started and was looking eyeball to eyeball with Thantor. His hair was held back with a hair net and he was wearing a frumpy smock. "You never write, you never call, and it's always "Kramor, Kramor, Kramor". Vat is it with you, eh? Vat about your Master, eh? Did I not feed you, cloth you? Now all I'm good for is the village message center." Thantor rolled his eyes, hands on his hips. "Okay, Okay. Someone called for you, a Flametile, ... Georki or something. Vatever. Some stupidness about a soul revival. Go, see if I care." And with that the ground underneath Loner opened up and she was falling through space.

"AS FOR YOU," snarled Thantor, rounding on the cornered demon. "I'm trying to run a f@#$ing ritual here, pudwad. Get down and give me fifteen push ups, you maggot!"

"We have your mother here, Thantor," the demon spat.

"If you did, your skull would be in two pieces and your a$$ would be up around your neck." Thantor shot back, bearing down on it. As the demon lunged, a hissing sound split the air as Thantor's Ego Whip cut a swarth through the demon's face. "You're psionic!", the demon screamed. "And you're history," retorted Thantor, readying a Mind Blast. With blinding speed, however, the demon grabbed Thantor's smock and pulled it up over his head. By the time Thantor was able to recover, the demon was gone. "Ok, that is the LAST time I let my mother dress me," yelled Thantor, jumping up and down.

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ROFL!!!!!!

OOC- welcome back kramor and darkpoet, we've missed you!

darkpoet was seething in his half awaken state, thinking of how close he was to finishing anomen. gwalchwai made sure that he had clean paper and a water bowl once the spell wore off, before returning to the ritual.

how he wanted anomen's blood, he couldn't understand why the flames continue to protect him after all that he has put them through.

"what if it was you darkpoet?" a soft and very female voice spoke.

"more metaphysical crap, i'm not buying it, go away." DP muttered in his sleep.

"what if it was you in there and not anomen, do you want the flames to leave you to your fate? what of their love?" the voice asked again.

"i wouldn't have deserve it if i did." DP started taking notice. the voice was familiar. "who are you?"

suddenly darkpoet dreamed up a beautiful pheonix, it's wings were made of fire, and eyes filled with stars.

"i am sorrow's joy."

OOC- tell me if this is alright with you DP.

Dragon Wench watched over Dark Poet, he seemed oddly absorbed in something.

Meanwhile, Gwalchmai began moving his hands in a circular pattern and muttering an incantation. Sparkling red and green lights bounced from his finger tips and all of a sudden a small elf appeared at his feet and asked how many extra toys were required.

hope this is ok, Gwalchmai, my farce-loving alter ego was in control again, I'll change it if you like.

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Nippy was not worried over the time taken to do the ritual. Afterall people had to find a soul. There was however very little for him to do. He could only wait and be a beacon. He could see the shadows circling around the light area. With this shield up they could not break into the prime realm and disturb the ritual.

It was only a matter of time.

OOC: Hi Kramor and DP!

{OOC: OMG, Thantor!! What are you on?! }

"What in the nine hells!!!!" thought
Loner as she fell. Was that really Thantor, or an illusion of the demon? It was certainly dressed and spoke like a creature of the Abyss { } Anomen's soul was falling with her, and in fear that it would be lost, Loner clutched him with both hands and held him closely to her. It seemed like they fell forever...

But they landed, very hard indeed, on a stone pavement. After taking a moment to recover, Loner looked about. It was lighter here, and she could see that they were in a great hall of red stone. She felt disconcertingly cut off from the others; but still she felt a pull that she hoped was Nippy's guide. She headed towards it. The soul of Anomen was still holding on to her hand.

The demon was prowling about in the shadows. Loner sensed it, and had a feeling Georgi must be nearby. She readied herself for any attack...

She heard footsteps approaching, and was about to call out Georgi's name, but stopped, thinking it might not be such a good idea to advertise her plans...

A figure emerged from the darkness. As it drew nearer, there was something familiar about it, something about the way it walked and carried itself. Loner stopped. The figure was drenched in blood that seeped from a gaping wound in its face. It stopped just a few yards away.

"Loner," the figure said, in a sorrowful voice. "Why did you do this to me? Why?..."

It came closer, and Loner could see its face. This...this was too much. She sank to her knees.

"Why did you kill me, Loner? Why? You see where you sent me, to this terrible place of darkness and loneliness and emptiness." The figure shook its gruesome head. "I trusted you. But you killed me. You enjoyed it. I was young, I had a life to live. I had so many years left. Why did you take them away from me?..."

Loner weakly whispered the name, which was audible in the cell and heard by everyone attending the ritual.

"Dyami..."

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"By the Gods this demon is vile. He is using Loners own guilt against her!"

"Loner listen to me. Ignore him. You must ignore him! Come to me!"

Nippy hoped she would listen to him.

Loner heard Nippy's voice, and it restored her senses enough to help her think clearly. She stood, slowly, as if weights were on her, and looked straight into the figure's eyes. "He forgave me for that," she said. "I know he did. Even if I can't feel it now...I know it, I remember it, in my mind. And I will never believe that Dyami is here in this terrible place. He has gone to his rest where other heroes abide after their deaths."

The figure snarled; its face twisted in a contortion of unholy fury. It screamed, and vanished.

Loner, exhausted, trudged on toward the guide, hoping to find Georgi soon so this could be ended...

Nippy could feel an instant reduction in tension. Loner had heard him. All she needed to do was find Georgi.

Is there anyone ?

{OOC: Hi Senior Wizard Manveru! What's up?...}

Originally posted by loner72:
{OOC: OMG, Thantor!! What are you on?! }

OOC:

I'm going to do more in romances matter. I'm goingalso to use some of Gamebanshe's stories (the ones that could be good to the Forgotten Realms)

I was also curious what is going on Gamebanshee - Last time I was mainly on TeamBG.