Finally the dreadful keening had stopped. The hero’s ears rung in the silence. Gwalchmai surveyed the garden-turned-battlefield. Thantor knelt between the prostrate form of Yshania and a seated Vivien, beads of sweat forming on his forehead despite the coolness of the day. A warm glow seemed to connect the three, but Yshania still looked pale and ashen. Around them there was a ring of splintered bones, helmets, shields, and swords where the defenders had decimated a small army of skeletal warriors. The air smelt of ozone and acrid smoke in the wake of powerful magical blasts during the battle. Lastly, fragments of the Banshee’s body lay scattered around a small crater where Gwalchmai, transformed into an Earth Elemental, had smashed into her as she died.
“Isn’t Yshania getting better? The Banshee is dead!” Gwalchmai asked loudly with breath that smelled of freshly-plowed fields. Thantor looked perturbed.
The Simbul floated over, characteristically managing to look down her nose at everyone despite the fact that Gwalchmai currently towered above her. “The Banshee was but a portent of death, and so long as the Banshee lived, Yshania’s death was guaranteed,” she said. “With the death of the Banshee, we have only removed that guarantee, as well as the distraction. Yshania’s life is in Vivien’s hands now.”
“Then we must continue to protect them,” Jerren said, taking up a defensive position. He limped slightly from damage taken in his battle with an Invisible Stalker, and concern crossed Dragon Wench’s face.
“Sounds like a plan,” Gwalchmai said as he sat down heavily. “Ow! Ow! OW!” Nippy yelled, “You’re sitting on my foot, you great big oaf!” Gwalchmai hurriedly stood up, “Sorry.”
“Um, Gwally? Are you, uh, bleeding?” Jenna asked pointing to a place on his stomach where the rock was chipped and a trickle of sand leaked out. “It’s nothing,” Gwalchmai said. He closed his eyes and concentrated, as rock, dirt, and sand began to sluff off of him in a cloud of dust. Soon, Gwalchmai had polymorphed back into his human form, and he began attending everyone’s wounds.
Suddenly, Dragon Wench turned and looked at each face present. “Hey,” she said ominously, “Where’s Georgi?”
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Vivien could see nothing but Yshania, feel nothing but the need to help, as if the world had stopped, and all that existed was the form before her. As if her being had never had a heart beat, had never felt the sweet intake of breath, had never felt physical desires, had always floated devoid of all that.
She stared with intense concentration on Yshania, but she was as a ghost, fading, drifting in and out, as if fog were blocking them from each other. A fog that seemed to grow darker as she tried to part it to the women within. Such blackness…not apparent at first, and maybe not even ‘real’, but there it was, sinuously winding itself around Yshania. It was a black veil over her eyes, a gag over her mouth and Viv felt herself feeling sick at the thought of such vileness caressing her friend. She tried blinking, closing her eyes to block the sight, but could not rid the picture.
Again she called ‘Yshania’, trying with her mind to make her voice project, but it seemed as if the shouts only lasted a second for the other woman before the binds returned. With a sigh, Viv thought about using some of those ‘psycho’ powers that Thantor and the others talked about, ‘Ki-ma-call-it’ and ‘energy (the kind not related to caffeine)’, but when she tried to summon primal powers within her, her insubstantial form merely felt dizzy. She should have paid attention when Thantor, Nippy and Loner babbled on and on and on about focusing and seeing each other’s ‘Ora’s’, but no, she had been busy daydreaming about the hot tub, now hadn’t she?
She wasn’t the right person for this, she was not into those mind games like the others, how could she possibly reach the struggling woman in front of her?
With that thought, she couldn’t help be feel such despair that she acted on her most basic level, throwing herself at her friend, determined that the darkness would not stop her. As her form collided with the oily black she felt as if razor blades were cutting through her mind and pain became her world with that instant. She tried twisting away, but there was nothing to twist away from or to, it just was. Just as suddenly there was a slight break, another feeling, a warmth, a familiar being, and she knew Yshania was somewhere near in the blackness, perhaps suffering as she was. She reached somehow with some part of her towards that warmth, to the soul that was there, and felt the darkness shift around her.
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She stared with intense concentration on Yshania, but she was as a ghost, fading, drifting in and out, as if fog were blocking them from each other. A fog that seemed to grow darker as she tried to part it to the women within. Such blackness…not apparent at first, and maybe not even ‘real’, but there it was, sinuously winding itself around Yshania. It was a black veil over her eyes, a gag over her mouth and Viv felt herself feeling sick at the thought of such vileness caressing her friend. She tried blinking, closing her eyes to block the sight, but could not rid the picture.
Again she called ‘Yshania’, trying with her mind to make her voice project, but it seemed as if the shouts only lasted a second for the other woman before the binds returned. With a sigh, Viv thought about using some of those ‘psycho’ powers that Thantor and the others talked about, ‘Ki-ma-call-it’ and ‘energy (the kind not related to caffeine)’, but when she tried to summon primal powers within her, her insubstantial form merely felt dizzy. She should have paid attention when Thantor, Nippy and Loner babbled on and on and on about focusing and seeing each other’s ‘Ora’s’, but no, she had been busy daydreaming about the hot tub, now hadn’t she?
She wasn’t the right person for this, she was not into those mind games like the others, how could she possibly reach the struggling woman in front of her?
With that thought, she couldn’t help be feel such despair that she acted on her most basic level, throwing herself at her friend, determined that the darkness would not stop her. As her form collided with the oily black she felt as if razor blades were cutting through her mind and pain became her world with that instant. She tried twisting away, but there was nothing to twist away from or to, it just was. Just as suddenly there was a slight break, another feeling, a warmth, a familiar being, and she knew Yshania was somewhere near in the blackness, perhaps suffering as she was. She reached somehow with some part of her towards that warmth, to the soul that was there, and felt the darkness shift around her.
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Towards the end of the battle, it had occurred to Dragon Wench that Georgi had been absent for some time. Uneasily, she wondered where their friend was. She glanced questioningly at Thantor, but he was focusing on Vivien and Yshania.
A strange sense of forboding gripped her, and she tried to swallow down her rising anxiety.
Making up her mind, she strode over to Gwally, and quietly spoke into his ear. Jerren, still limping, looked on in puzzlement. Realising that Jerren knew nothing of Georgi's history, Dragon Wench turned to explain.
A strange sense of forboding gripped her, and she tried to swallow down her rising anxiety.
Making up her mind, she strode over to Gwally, and quietly spoke into his ear. Jerren, still limping, looked on in puzzlement. Realising that Jerren knew nothing of Georgi's history, Dragon Wench turned to explain.
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T’lainya stood alone in the darkness, gazing out at the stars appearing in the sky. The lights of Evereska shone below, the warm gold glow of lamps mingled with the pale violet, green and blue of faerie fire that lined the buildings and statues of the city. From her vantage point in the great temple of Corellon Larethian she could see the whole city. The garden was peaceful, the delicate scent of jasmine mingling with rose and hyacinth.
The priestess stood for a long moment reflecting on the day’s events. She sensed a presence entering the garden and turned to face the newcomer.
“ Well met Menadir. Is it over?” T’lainya’s voice was low and sad.
“Indeed. The drow have been scattered and beaten back. The treachery of Fordrim was a blow, but he has been dealt with.” Menadir bit his lip and sighed. “What are you going to do? You’ve never been content to stay in the city.”
“I’m not sure. I fear for my friends in the Dark Flames. The evil that stalks them is powerful indeed. I’ve been trying to discover more information and history from the libraries and sages here.” She paced across the garden, pausing to gesture at the city. “I feel that since this thing has had dealings with drow, that it should be looked into. My duties as a faernsuora are clear; to stop those that threaten the T’el Quessar.” T’lainya grimaced, “Or am I finding excuses to do as I wish?”
Menadir laughed, the weariness gone from his features.” Dare I say?”
T’lainya glared at him before breaking into laughter too. “I feel guilty at leaving them so swiftly, with nary a word to anyone. I do believe the threat to be greater than we had previously thought. I plan to think upon this tonight and decide tomorrow.”
Menadir smiled and kissed his cousins cheek. “Fare thee well then, I must depart for Waterdeep in the morning.”
“Be careful cousin, the blessing of the Seldarine upon thee.” Tlainya watched him go and turned back to the stars and the maelstrom of her own thoughts.
The priestess stood for a long moment reflecting on the day’s events. She sensed a presence entering the garden and turned to face the newcomer.
“ Well met Menadir. Is it over?” T’lainya’s voice was low and sad.
“Indeed. The drow have been scattered and beaten back. The treachery of Fordrim was a blow, but he has been dealt with.” Menadir bit his lip and sighed. “What are you going to do? You’ve never been content to stay in the city.”
“I’m not sure. I fear for my friends in the Dark Flames. The evil that stalks them is powerful indeed. I’ve been trying to discover more information and history from the libraries and sages here.” She paced across the garden, pausing to gesture at the city. “I feel that since this thing has had dealings with drow, that it should be looked into. My duties as a faernsuora are clear; to stop those that threaten the T’el Quessar.” T’lainya grimaced, “Or am I finding excuses to do as I wish?”
Menadir laughed, the weariness gone from his features.” Dare I say?”
T’lainya glared at him before breaking into laughter too. “I feel guilty at leaving them so swiftly, with nary a word to anyone. I do believe the threat to be greater than we had previously thought. I plan to think upon this tonight and decide tomorrow.”
Menadir smiled and kissed his cousins cheek. “Fare thee well then, I must depart for Waterdeep in the morning.”
“Be careful cousin, the blessing of the Seldarine upon thee.” Tlainya watched him go and turned back to the stars and the maelstrom of her own thoughts.
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"I have seen them/I have watched them all fall/I have been them/I have watched myself crawl"
"I will only complicate you/Trust in me and fall as well"
"Quiet time...no more whine"
"I have seen them/I have watched them all fall/I have been them/I have watched myself crawl"
"I will only complicate you/Trust in me and fall as well"
"Quiet time...no more whine"
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Yshania clasped Vivien’s hand, the sudden surge of electricity threatened to dissipate both of their fragile forms. In that moment, their thoughts and feelings were as one, Yshania saw Vivien falter as she became aware of the visions she had seen, Yshania absorbed Vivien’s pain and doubt so that it became her own. All around them the blackness was cloying, choking…but their link was strong now, the viscosity of the fog could do no more than threaten obscurity. But they had no need of sight, sharing their strength, they began to focus…to draw in, determined.
Yshania’s mortal flesh was now a crumpled heap on the ground. She concentrated all her remaining energy and began to drift lower, following Vivien towards her own prostrate form. As she neared she sensed her body was bristling with intense activity, foreign and malevolent, she knew she had to fight it to regain possession…
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)Yshania clasped Vivien’s hand, the sudden surge of electricity threatened to dissipate both of their fragile forms. In that moment, their thoughts and feelings were as one, Yshania saw Vivien falter as she became aware of the visions she had seen, Yshania absorbed Vivien’s pain and doubt so that it became her own. All around them the blackness was cloying, choking…but their link was strong now, the viscosity of the fog could do no more than threaten obscurity. But they had no need of sight, sharing their strength, they began to focus…to draw in, determined.
Yshania’s mortal flesh was now a crumpled heap on the ground. She concentrated all her remaining energy and began to drift lower, following Vivien towards her own prostrate form. As she neared she sensed her body was bristling with intense activity, foreign and malevolent, she knew she had to fight it to regain possession…
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Guinness, black goes with everything.
Guinness, black goes with everything.
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{OOC, hellos to Viv and T'lainya }
Continuing to puzzle over Georgi's absence, Dragon Wench gazed over at Yshania's still form. Again, the dark uneasiness rose up, seeming to join with the evil force festering within the unnatural depths of this garden.
Unbidden, thoughts of their old Harem Tent drifted into her mind.....In a way, the Dark Flames had all been very innocent during that time. Now, so much had passed, and home had become The Keep, a hulking monolithic backdrop against tangled shrubbery and open meadow. In the bleakness cast by the colder season, there was something desolate..... almost disquieting......It no longer seemed to offer protection, instead.....a sense of menace seemed to be spreading its tentacles ever outwards, imbuing all it touched with a terrible feeling of dread.
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}Continuing to puzzle over Georgi's absence, Dragon Wench gazed over at Yshania's still form. Again, the dark uneasiness rose up, seeming to join with the evil force festering within the unnatural depths of this garden.
Unbidden, thoughts of their old Harem Tent drifted into her mind.....In a way, the Dark Flames had all been very innocent during that time. Now, so much had passed, and home had become The Keep, a hulking monolithic backdrop against tangled shrubbery and open meadow. In the bleakness cast by the colder season, there was something desolate..... almost disquieting......It no longer seemed to offer protection, instead.....a sense of menace seemed to be spreading its tentacles ever outwards, imbuing all it touched with a terrible feeling of dread.
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Towards the end of the battle against the banshee, a woman accompanied by a big, grey wolf had approached from the wood. She had been ready to join the fray, but seeing the banshee already dead she has put away her bow and is now surveying the scene.
She is a human of middle height with a wild shock of flaming red hair and startling green eyes. She is clad in browns and greens, her leather armor clearly chosen for maximum stealth. She carries a bow and quiver on her back and a sword and dagger in her belt. She clearly is a woman of the woods.
So, this were the Dark Flames she had heard about? She still didn't know if she really wanted to introduce herself to them. There were surely mages, perhaps even a psionic, among them, and there would be questions if they found out that she was a sorceress, questions she would rather avoid.
She almost turns around to go back into the forest, but then she remembers her last night in there. Skeletons had suddenly risen all around her. She and Fang, her tame wolf, had barely escaped. She didn't want to pass another night like that, the cut on her shoulder still hurt like hell.
She took another few steps towards the group, wondering when they would notice her as they all seemed to be intend on helping a woman lying on the ground. Mysteria wished she could do something to help, but the best she could do was not to disturb them.
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She is a human of middle height with a wild shock of flaming red hair and startling green eyes. She is clad in browns and greens, her leather armor clearly chosen for maximum stealth. She carries a bow and quiver on her back and a sword and dagger in her belt. She clearly is a woman of the woods.
So, this were the Dark Flames she had heard about? She still didn't know if she really wanted to introduce herself to them. There were surely mages, perhaps even a psionic, among them, and there would be questions if they found out that she was a sorceress, questions she would rather avoid.
She almost turns around to go back into the forest, but then she remembers her last night in there. Skeletons had suddenly risen all around her. She and Fang, her tame wolf, had barely escaped. She didn't want to pass another night like that, the cut on her shoulder still hurt like hell.
She took another few steps towards the group, wondering when they would notice her as they all seemed to be intend on helping a woman lying on the ground. Mysteria wished she could do something to help, but the best she could do was not to disturb them.
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"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
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Thus preoccupied, Dragon Wench felt little surprise at the sudden sensation that they were being observed. Grasping her sword, she looked around the clearing. An almost indiscernable movement.....a flash of red... caught her attention. Subtly indicating the stranger's presence to Jerren and Gwally, Dragon Wench studied the woman and her wolf companion warily.
Battle-weary, and deeply worried about her friends, Dragon Wench considered the new arrival with no small amount of suspicion. Yet, at the back of her mind, she regretted her now almost instinctive distrust of others, for in truth, she sensed no evil emanating from the stranger. Cautiously, she walked over to where the woman was standing.
"Hail and well met," she said, keeping her tone neutral.
"Who might you be?"
Battle-weary, and deeply worried about her friends, Dragon Wench considered the new arrival with no small amount of suspicion. Yet, at the back of her mind, she regretted her now almost instinctive distrust of others, for in truth, she sensed no evil emanating from the stranger. Cautiously, she walked over to where the woman was standing.
"Hail and well met," she said, keeping her tone neutral.
"Who might you be?"
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One of the woman noted her presence and came over to greet her.
"Hail and well met," she said, keeping her tone neutral.
"Who might you be?"
"Greetings to you, I´m Mysteria, a ranger as you can surely guess." Hopefully the woman didn't guess the sorceress part too. She seemed nice enough, a bit wary of strangers perhaps, but Mysteria wouldn't have expected otherwise.
"I'm normally roaming the woods farther east and mostly avoid settlements, but lately strange things have been afoot. Like, how shall I say, bubbles of evil drifting around, and somehow they seem to be more frequent around your keep." Gesturing to the battle field, she adds, "I think a larger bubble just passed your way. Anyway, I wanted to warn you and to ask you for shelter. Just last night some skeletons attacked me and Fang, my wolf, and I'm not very keen on passing another night out there."
Realizing that she had just given a whole speech in quite a rush she fell silent, not even thinking about asking the other woman's name.
"Hail and well met," she said, keeping her tone neutral.
"Who might you be?"
"Greetings to you, I´m Mysteria, a ranger as you can surely guess." Hopefully the woman didn't guess the sorceress part too. She seemed nice enough, a bit wary of strangers perhaps, but Mysteria wouldn't have expected otherwise.
"I'm normally roaming the woods farther east and mostly avoid settlements, but lately strange things have been afoot. Like, how shall I say, bubbles of evil drifting around, and somehow they seem to be more frequent around your keep." Gesturing to the battle field, she adds, "I think a larger bubble just passed your way. Anyway, I wanted to warn you and to ask you for shelter. Just last night some skeletons attacked me and Fang, my wolf, and I'm not very keen on passing another night out there."
Realizing that she had just given a whole speech in quite a rush she fell silent, not even thinking about asking the other woman's name.
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
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Despite herself, Dragon Wench found herself smiling at the woman who had introduced herself as Mysteria.
"I am Dragon Wench," she said introducing herself. "As you are aware, we have just concluded a battle, one of our number is missing and...," she gestured towards Yshania, "another is badly wounded......"
Dragon Wench paused uncertainly, not wanting to assume how her friends would react. Then hesitantly she spoke:
"When we have healed our wounded, you would be welcome to join us for a meal, both you and Fang look as though you could use something nourishing...after that.....we will see what can be arranged...."
She spoke again, "please forgive me if I seem unwelcoming in any regard.....recent events here at the keep have been very stressfull....and they have left their mark upon us all....."
Then, she smiled again, "I thank you for the warning."
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"I am Dragon Wench," she said introducing herself. "As you are aware, we have just concluded a battle, one of our number is missing and...," she gestured towards Yshania, "another is badly wounded......"
Dragon Wench paused uncertainly, not wanting to assume how her friends would react. Then hesitantly she spoke:
"When we have healed our wounded, you would be welcome to join us for a meal, both you and Fang look as though you could use something nourishing...after that.....we will see what can be arranged...."
She spoke again, "please forgive me if I seem unwelcoming in any regard.....recent events here at the keep have been very stressfull....and they have left their mark upon us all....."
Then, she smiled again, "I thank you for the warning."
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Releasing her breath, she hadn't even been aware that she had been holding it, Mysteria returned Dragon Wench's smile. "I gladly accept your offer of a good meal, but the wounded first! I'm afraid there is little I can do, healing beyond first aid is beyond my knowledge." Furrowing her brow, she looks towards the woman on the ground. "I hope she will be alright." Upon this, Dragon Wench and herself move to join the others, Fang closely following Mysteria.
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"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
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Upon reaching Jerren and Gwally, Dragon Wench made introductions.
Both nodded a wary greeting, and Gwally turned his attention to the wounded once more.
Not possessing healing skills, Jerren, Dragon Wench and Mysteria watched quietly, ready to help with whatever was required.
Both nodded a wary greeting, and Gwally turned his attention to the wounded once more.
Not possessing healing skills, Jerren, Dragon Wench and Mysteria watched quietly, ready to help with whatever was required.
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Nippy stood up and spoke to the rest of the group.
"There is little we can do with Vivien and Yshania fighting to return to our plane. We can only aid by giving Vivien a guiding light and praying for their deliverance. Thantor is the one who really knows about this sort of thing, it's best that we handles it, I only know Ki and Ora's, there is little that I can do..."
Nippy looks forlornly at his fallen companion and he wished that he could do something to aid the group and Yshania and Vivien.
"There is little we can do with Vivien and Yshania fighting to return to our plane. We can only aid by giving Vivien a guiding light and praying for their deliverance. Thantor is the one who really knows about this sort of thing, it's best that we handles it, I only know Ki and Ora's, there is little that I can do..."
Nippy looks forlornly at his fallen companion and he wished that he could do something to aid the group and Yshania and Vivien.
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In Der-draigen's own country, she had been called Cham. The crooked one. Whether that was because of her slightly drooped right shoulder, or because of something beyond the physical...she had never known. It really didn't matter.
She had to go on foot, and it was a very long way. But it would be worth it...Slowly, she removed the stone from the deep folds of her dark cloak. The small glow of the fire gently illuminated the jewel's surface, and Der-draigen smiled her cold smile. It was hers, at long last, and no one else could ever have it...To think of it in the hands of those mongrels...She shuddered. She didn't want to remember the Radiant Heart building, it had a bad atmosphere. But she was proud. She had gone in there and taken it, and she wasn't even a thief.
Even as her eyes lighted on the gem for the first time, she felt its power. In that moment she knew that all the tales were true, even beyond the tales, beyond imagining. And now...
She replaced the gem. It would take time, she reminded herself..time and discipline, to learn to use the stone properly. You must be patient, she reminded herself. She rose, put out the fire, and walked on.
Some time later she was accosted by a band of about twenty brigands, and she dispatched them all, in very short order. Wiping her hands -- the only weapon she ever deigned to use -- of their blood, she went on.
If things keep up like this, she thought, looking down at the chaos of gore she had created, it's going to be a very glorious evening.
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She had to go on foot, and it was a very long way. But it would be worth it...Slowly, she removed the stone from the deep folds of her dark cloak. The small glow of the fire gently illuminated the jewel's surface, and Der-draigen smiled her cold smile. It was hers, at long last, and no one else could ever have it...To think of it in the hands of those mongrels...She shuddered. She didn't want to remember the Radiant Heart building, it had a bad atmosphere. But she was proud. She had gone in there and taken it, and she wasn't even a thief.
Even as her eyes lighted on the gem for the first time, she felt its power. In that moment she knew that all the tales were true, even beyond the tales, beyond imagining. And now...
She replaced the gem. It would take time, she reminded herself..time and discipline, to learn to use the stone properly. You must be patient, she reminded herself. She rose, put out the fire, and walked on.
Some time later she was accosted by a band of about twenty brigands, and she dispatched them all, in very short order. Wiping her hands -- the only weapon she ever deigned to use -- of their blood, she went on.
If things keep up like this, she thought, looking down at the chaos of gore she had created, it's going to be a very glorious evening.
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"I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened."
"So do all who live to see such times; but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."
"So do all who live to see such times; but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."
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Coughs racked Vivien's form as she fell forward, trying to adjust to her body again. Weakness flooded her, and the memories of what had happened were starting to fade already. She closed her eyes, trying to keep firmly the thoughts that had repeated in her head while clarity had not been blocked by hands and arms and eyes.
Must remember...there is something about the darkness...and how it catches people...
Must remember the owl......
Must remember Harry...the dark chains......
Must remember Yshania has......
She felt the gritty dirt under her cheek and the distracting sense of air on her skin and all thoughts evaporated as her now open eyes tried to focus at the group gathered around the forms of Thantor and Yshania.
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Coughs racked Vivien's form as she fell forward, trying to adjust to her body again. Weakness flooded her, and the memories of what had happened were starting to fade already. She closed her eyes, trying to keep firmly the thoughts that had repeated in her head while clarity had not been blocked by hands and arms and eyes.
Must remember...there is something about the darkness...and how it catches people...
Must remember the owl......
Must remember Harry...the dark chains......
Must remember Yshania has......
She felt the gritty dirt under her cheek and the distracting sense of air on her skin and all thoughts evaporated as her now open eyes tried to focus at the group gathered around the forms of Thantor and Yshania.
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T’lainya sighed and turned from the garden balcony, the jeweled lights of the city casting a multi-colored glow upon the wall. She walked slowly towards a simple pedestal upon which rested a crystal sphere. She spoke a few words and gazed intently into the depths. The scrying device gleamed, reflecting the light from the stars. The priestess concentrated on her spell. She saw flickering shadows and fleeting images of the temple and city. She cast her senses father and the images changed, showing the keep and the Dark Flames. She stared into the depths, her will piercing the distance, forcing the images to the forefront. She saw Yshania there, her spirit hovering in peril, being torn in two directions. She saw Dragonwench fighting with her usual ferocity and she saw the banshee keening its terrible song. T’lainya stood back then, dismissing the images, her shoulders set and her expression worried. She stalked off to her chambers within the temple and began to gather her gear. She rang for one of the acolytes and resumed packing. The young elf appeared and she handed him a hastily penned note.
“Take this to Lord Lyander. Then have my horse saddled, I ride out tonight.”
The acolyte nodded and ran off to deliver her message.
“Take this to Lord Lyander. Then have my horse saddled, I ride out tonight.”
The acolyte nodded and ran off to deliver her message.
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"I have seen them/I have watched them all fall/I have been them/I have watched myself crawl"
"I will only complicate you/Trust in me and fall as well"
"Quiet time...no more whine"
"I have seen them/I have watched them all fall/I have been them/I have watched myself crawl"
"I will only complicate you/Trust in me and fall as well"
"Quiet time...no more whine"
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Summoning the last of her will, she wrapped her spirit form around her broken flesh and bones and started to fight. Drawing on the images of her family and friends, on their love, she pushed and fought the weakening force that continued it’s efforts to fill her soul with it’s bitterness and selfish regret…
A blast, a blinding flash of light, and then only darkness…
[ 01-14-2002: Message edited by: Mr Sleep ]
A blast, a blinding flash of light, and then only darkness…
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Guinness, black goes with everything.
Guinness, black goes with everything.
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Hearing Nippy's words, only amplified Dragon Wench's feeling of despair. Shivering at the gathering cold, she noticed that Yshania's lips were blue...perhaps from the iciness in the air, perhaps from the iciness within....she did not know. Vivien and Thantor appeared cold as well.
Hating to feel so helpless, she suddenly remembered that magic and healing could take many forms, she jumped up without a word and ran to the keep.
Once she reached her room she quickly found the small bundle she had been looking for. Stuffing it into her tunic, she raced back to the clearing where she quickly began gathering dry tinder and brush.
It was not long before she had found enough wood for a blaze. The warmth of the fire slowly began to envelop the clearing, and she hoped against hope that its purifying effect, would help, at least a little, in returning her companions.
Breathing deeply, she reverently unwrapped the bundle; it had been a long time since she had burned sweet grass. Invoking a prayer of hope, she cast it upon the flames.
}Hearing Nippy's words, only amplified Dragon Wench's feeling of despair. Shivering at the gathering cold, she noticed that Yshania's lips were blue...perhaps from the iciness in the air, perhaps from the iciness within....she did not know. Vivien and Thantor appeared cold as well.
Hating to feel so helpless, she suddenly remembered that magic and healing could take many forms, she jumped up without a word and ran to the keep.
Once she reached her room she quickly found the small bundle she had been looking for. Stuffing it into her tunic, she raced back to the clearing where she quickly began gathering dry tinder and brush.
It was not long before she had found enough wood for a blaze. The warmth of the fire slowly began to envelop the clearing, and she hoped against hope that its purifying effect, would help, at least a little, in returning her companions.
Breathing deeply, she reverently unwrapped the bundle; it had been a long time since she had burned sweet grass. Invoking a prayer of hope, she cast it upon the flames.
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