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Postby Neurolanis » Thu Apr 14, 2005 8:52 am

Posted By: Jade MoonStar Sep 04, 2004 - 11:02 am

Jade, having faintly studied the nature of animals back when she was still in the Blue Moon Nymph Clan, could understand only one almost inaudible word from Thomas: help.

Jade's expression turned from cowardice to courage, a sign Thomas hopefully picked up on showing that she was able to help him.

Immediately after that, Jade opened a hole in the dome and screached "THOMAS NEEDS HELP WITH SOMETHING!" at her companions.

Posted By: Magus Sep 04, 2004 - 11:22 am

Thomas belowed and hoped it would hurry them on. It had taken him nearly a half hour to find his way back. Shabel-Grah could surely have died since then. He would have to hurry to make up that time. But at least now he knew the way.

Posted By: Jade MoonStar Sep 04, 2004 - 11:42 am

Jade looked back in the dome. Aizlyn was in no condition to go anywhere. Hashin was unconcsious. Rowena was concsious and aware of herself. Rathsaraan, well, it didn't matter to Jade if Rathsaraan had just drunken a mighty Elixer of Health, or if he was dead: She didn't trust him anymore than she could throw him. (As for his minions, Jade had even more distrust)

Jade decided in her mind that someone at least half "good" (allignment) should stay and make sure Aizlyn survived that exorcism.

So, Jade waved her hand, causing the door to reform into root, and the roots themselves to glow black as they did before.

"Goddess, I pray that this haven will keep our companions safe," Jade whispered with sincerity.

Jade turned away from the woodland sanctuary and looked Thomas in the eye. Her determined expression told him she was ready to help.

Posted By: Magus Sep 04, 2004 - 12:31 pm

Good, Thomas thought. She can help Shabel-Grah. But can she heal him? She at least partially understands this tongue of mine. I pray she has some clerical skills... for Shabel-Grah's sake.

Thomas clicked away in his language. He hoped she could understand him.

"Get on back! I will lead you to him!"

Posted By: Jade MoonStar Sep 04, 2004 - 12:39 pm

Jade strained to understand Thomas's squirrel-like tongue. However, she managed to decipher the words "on" and "back", so Jade assumed that Thomas wanted her to get on his back.

So, Jade elegantly drew herself onto the beast's back, nudging his sides gently with her feet to signify she was ready.

Posted By: Magus Sep 04, 2004 - 12:57 pm

Thomas took off like a flash. He knew the way now. It wouldn't take him any more than ten minutes to close the distance between him and his master now... or so he hoped.

Posted By: Jade MoonStar Sep 04, 2004 - 01:00 pm

Jade clung firmly, onto Thomas's neck with her small hands.

She only prayed to Goddess that whatever was wrong, could be set right again.

Posted By: Magus Sep 04, 2004 - 01:11 pm


"Indeed we do, brother." Came his voice, cold and clear. He jumped down from his hidden place in the brush.

"I WILL KILL YOU ON THIS NIGHT!" Jacatour roared again.

"My, my, you have developed quite the temper, little brother. Surely it wasn't something I did? Besides killing your pothetic woman, that is. Did somebody kill your new one? That illusionist by chance? It is his style, I am aware, to do such a thing."


"I suppose it will do little to inform you that it is halfway between dawn and midday already. Your friend's storm did a fine job of covering up the light, and you stick also. I had the hardest time keeping pace with you while avoiding these restless phantoms."


"No, I suppose it won't. I warn you now, I won;t be so yeilding as the time last. I will strike you down if it comes to it!"

Yissam Snizwatt drew is fell sword. He charged like greased lightening down at his brother. And they did battle.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 04, 2004 - 05:58 pm

"A battle between brothers," said Rathsarann with a glimmering awe, rising to his feet. "This I gotta see."

Hashin groaned, still unconscious.

A violent lights hovered over him. It was the Demon, and no one but Hashin could control it.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 04, 2004 - 07:06 pm

From afar they watched the battle.

Posted By: Magus Sep 04, 2004 - 07:15 pm

Yissam Snizwatt held aloft his dark sword, forged of a dragon's fang; Angoraath was its name.

He swung the giant sword with uncanny ease, aiming to cleave Jacatour's head from his shoulders. He ducked, drew The Brother's Fury's, and did a scissor cut, barely missing his brother's flesh as he lept backwards.

As soon as Yissam struck the ground he bounded after his brother at his uncanny speed. He swung Angoraath with liquid ease and graze Jacatour's chest.

Jacatour cought this opening. He jumped on the swords bladed and began running across. Yissam saw this and swung it away from him, but not before Jacatour bounded into the air.

His blades, The Brothers' Fury, now glowing a brilliant silver, came down in two powerful strokes.

Angoraath came up barely in time to save its master arms, and quite possably his life also. The force, however; threw him off balance, a rarity for him against any foe. He was now suseptable to an offensive.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 05, 2004 - 07:22 am

With violent sparks of light and a sharp *craaaack* the demon broke away from Aizlyn. she struggled to stand upright, leaning hard on a nearby tree trunk.

"no. . ." she rasped. the shimmering form of the demon turned, and Aizlyn felt her strength leave her. she fell to the ground, her head cracking off a boulder, her body bent and broken. her amber eyes turned to the sky and she spoke her last words to whoever could hear.

"I'm so sorry. . . I tried. . ." and with that, a golden light lifted up from her body and drifted away. Aizlyn was dead.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 05, 2004 - 07:44 am

As the spirit storm thrashed on, a lone osprey battled the winds valiantly searching for someone. the winds threw it this way and that, the majestic bird had to narrowly escape bashing into a mighty oak tree that seemed to lean out to snag her. below, in the forest, the bird caught a glimpse of a terrible beast traveling quickly, a woman clinging to it's back.

the bird switched into a steep dive, following the curious pair. they looked like they were in a hurry, and somehow, the osprey knew the beast meant the woman no harm. they were moving at a fast pace, the osprey glided along like an arrow, a little way behind them. they didnt see her, and for that she was thankful. where were they going in such a hurry in the midst of a spirit storm?

Posted By: SirJill Sep 05, 2004 - 07:50 am

Rowena heard her and grinned to herself. I suppose that's another one that I don't have to kill.

Gregory! Gregory--please! Go over, let me see her!


Rowena drew back, shaking inside.

Posted By: Magus Sep 05, 2004 - 10:21 am

Yissam flew back. He was horrably off of his balance. Jacatour flew towards him, his blades crossed and ready to bite.

At the last second, before hitting Yissam, he planted his left foot. Still moving foreward he launched of of it and began spinning counter clockwise, blade and all. He made a deep elongated X shaped gash on his left pectoral muscle. This gash would heal and scar, forever being as a sign to him.

Yissam lept back and regained his footing, retook his stance, and stood there defensively.

Never before had Jacatour been so strong or so fast. He thought. Never before had he been so skilled or held up so well in battle. What was different? What change had come over him? What had been done to change him so? Was it the girl? Rowena, he recalled, was her name. Was this her doing?

Posted By: Jade MoonStar Sep 05, 2004 - 06:03 pm

A gray ghost swished by Jade's head as she rode on Thomas. The apparition loomed hauntingly around her, screaching like a banshee with all it's might.

The scream not only burst her eardrums, it sent an acute, chilling wave of cold throughout Jade's body. In moments, the under's of her eyes blackened, her lips went blue, and her teeth began to chatter.

Jade felt her strength evanesce from her; she lost her grip on Thomas's neck.

"Goddess..." rasped Jade as her body landed, face up, on the grassy ground with a thud.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 05, 2004 - 07:14 pm

Hashin shook himself awake. He came to his feet, shocked by all he saw. Aizlyn was DEAD?! Jacatour battled Yissam! Jade was possessed by the demon! Meanwhile, Rathsarann and the other Klundors watched over the whole thing with amusement. "SHIN K'LAULUIN!!" yelled Hashin, waving at the Klundors. They all fell to their backs, unable to move. He dove for Judith. He raeched into her very soul, and took back his demon.

He sighed, looking back to Judith. "Are you...all right?"

Posted By: Magus Sep 05, 2004 - 08:07 pm

Thomas felt Jade slipping; felt her relieve him of her seemless weight, heard her hit the ground. He circled back tightly as he could and ran back to the druid.

Not this! He thought. Don't let her die or pass out, not at a time like this! Don't let this happen when Shabel-Grah needs her help, now more then ever before.

He barked and growled and whimpered and whined. He nudged her still body and licked her face. Hell, he'd bite her •••• head off if it meant she'd wake and save his dear friend and master. He'd chaste himself with his own teeth if only she would save him.

Posted By: Magus Sep 05, 2004 - 08:13 pm

Thomas knew time was short. Shabel-Grah would be dead soon, if he wasn't already. He had no choice but to try and get the only other person who could help. The shaman, Hashin, was the only option open to him now.

He gently grabbed Jade's limp body and placed her on his back, only scratching her slightly with his sharp teeth. He then made way with all his might back towards the others. He ran back towards Hashin.

When he made it to the botanical dome, which still stood but had taken some light damage from the weather, he belowed a loud shriek of a roar. He shouted his clicking tongue as loud and swift as he could.

"HELP!" It would have translated into, "I NEED HELP! SHAMAN, COME! I NEED YOU TO HEAL!"

Posted By: ForeverZero Sep 05, 2004 - 09:37 pm

"It is a glorious battle, isn't it?" a man on a high cliff spoke. The raven on his shoulder cawed in agreement.

He stood as still as a statue, his arms folded, his legs together, balancing on the highest rock with ease. He was a slender man, one who had noticable muscle build but not in the sense of strength; a first look at the man told one that he had the experience to match any opponent in terms of speed and agility.

He wore mostly black and gray, arranged in varous designs. His leggins were almost skin-tight, showing off his well-built muscles, and he wore light shoes which were part of the leggings decorated with varying grays and blacks. The leggings connected to a skin-tight suit adorning his well-toned torso and arms, also both black and gray, leaving only his hands and neck bare. On top of the gray of the torso-suit, he wore a black cloth, sewn so that it covered his upper torso and shoulders tightly but left a turtle-neck large at the top, which covered his face up to the bridge of his nose. On the concealing cloth was a bright red, ornate glyph-like design of what seemed to be an eye, as well as various spikes surrounding it in a fashion that made it look as if it had wings. "The Eye of the Soul", the man often called the design.

He had long, platinum-white hair, which hung perfectly straight, down to his shoulderblades. Behind the white vines covering his face were two bright orbs of crimson, glowing with iridescence. The red retinas of the man watched this battle of the Orc and what looked to be a Half-Orc with an enjoyment he had forgotten he was missing.

The larger one does not intend to kill, the raven spoke to him.

"Indeed, it seems this is more than a battle to the death, Gharab," the man replied to the raven.

Gharab was perhaps the wisest familiar alive, the image of death itself, a black raven that no doubt matched the slender man's attire. It stood perched on his shoulder, as if each accentuated the other with their stoic positions.

Tzerek, I sense others nearby.

Tzerek turned his crimson eyes towards the direction Gharab had shown, and indeed there were more, but this battle below him was far too interesting to stray from. He would stay here, for the time being, and witness the outcome.
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Postby Neurolanis » Thu Apr 14, 2005 9:03 am

Posted By: Magus Sep 05, 2004 - 09:53 pm

Jacatour was in a blind fury, plain and simple. He did not here or notice the newcomer, nor would he have acknowledged him if he had. He was focussed completely o his "dear" brother.

Yissam did, however; notice the newcomer in gray and his cawing pet. He noticed and marked them well, but he was far too busy at the moment to do more then that. He was a bit... preoccupied... at the moment.

Jacatour swung his sword again and again at his brother. Again and again his brother dodged and parried them with what appeared to be liquid ease. But he was struggling to keep up, what with his brother's new mind set. He would have to take the offensive soon or risk losing more then a few drops of blood.

LEFT RIGHT LEFT was the pattern of Jacatour's swords. His fury might make him stronger, but far from smarter or more skilled. He was making an easy pattern, easy to see and easy to react to.

Yissam dropped down incredably low for someone of his size and physic. He swung low and across. Jacatour pulled back at the last moment, too late to save him from injury but quick enough to save him from death. A crimson line appeared in his lower chest and then began to ooz out his thick blood.

But he felt no pain like the one in his heart. Compared to that this wound was nothing. Compared to that this was no more the a flesh wound, no more then a scratch.

Jacatour took up an offensive stance but did not immediately attack. His mind had cleared a little, his warrior skill replacing his raw anger. He would wait for his brother to move first now.

Posted By: Jade MoonStar Sep 06, 2004 - 07:11 am

(Heh...Jade isn't possessed by a demon. She is the victom of a phantasm's banshee-like screech)

Jade slipped off Thomas's back and onto the stone ground.

She clutched at one of the dome's roots and held tightly. "Ellan," prayed Jade, "reclaim this magic back into me."

Instantly, the roots morphed into columns of purple energy. (they are still the same size and shape, simply now energy) Slowly, the entire energy dome flowed into Jade's hand and throughout her body.

Jade's lips turned back to their original pinkish rose color, the unders of her eyes returned to their albino white hue, and finally that killing cold left her.

Jade was now totally revitalized, however her, and all her companions stood at mercy of the phantoms that engulfed the area.

Posted By: Magus Sep 06, 2004 - 08:48 am

Thomas viewed this feet of magic. The woman was revived, but could he trust that she not fall like this again. He had to get other help, lest Shabel-Grah die.


Posted By: ForeverZero Sep 06, 2004 - 09:28 am

He's seen us, Gharab mentioned. Tzerek nodded, admiring the skill of these warriors. Very few would have been able to detect his presence in such a situation, and even fewer would notice him and still retain enough concentration to keep fighting.

"That, he has. We must get out of sight. Investigate the others, Gharab. I'm going to get a closer look at this battle."

At that, the raven took flight, unleashing a cry of death that only an eagle could mimic, soaring towards the others as a black symbol of doom.

Tzerek leapt across chasms, bounding with ease, seeming as a mere blue to the untrained eye. Soon he reached a plateau, and he sprinted across it with unhuman haste, his body crouched low to the ground, his legs a blur among the dust arising in his wake.

At the peak of his sprint he leapt into the sky, soaring as if he, too, were a raven, and flung his legs over in a full flip to land on a nearby cliff, making not a single sound upon landing. He crouched low, his crimson, emotionless eyes fixed in the battle below.

"You'll never win in that state, Half-Orc," Tzerek muttered to himself.

Posted By: Magus Sep 06, 2004 - 09:52 am

Yissam saw his brother cool off just a tad. This was both fortunate and unnfortuante for his brother. He now was cool minded, at least more then he was. He will think while he attacks, but this new streangth is his new weakness as well. I'd set my sword against him that he will lose at least some of that spark that has enhanced him so. If I play it right I could still convert him. No need to waste family blood.

He started closing the distance slowly but picked up more and more speed as he went on. Jacatour stood firm, even as Yissam raised his sword parallel to his head. He picked up more and more speed, he was now just a blurr in the storm, but Jacatour saw him.

Yissam pulled back his sword, ready to strike. Jacatour began to charge likewise at his brother, picking up his own speed. At the last moment Yissam plunged Angoraath into the rocky groud, pulling his wait around it, swinging to the side opposite of Jacatour's strike. But he swung around quick enough to kick him hard in the back, forcing him to the ground.

He pulled Angoraath out of the ground and held him aloft. "You're mine." He spoke.

He lept in the air and bore down upon his fallen brother, sword raised and hungry for blood.

"Renounce her and pledge your life to me!" Yissam Shouted, "And your life will be spared."

Jacatour stood up with great difficulty, the air knocked out of him. Somehow he mannaged to croak out. "I renounce neither Aliandra nor Shabel-Grah nor ANY of my party! But I do renounce you brother! You and our fell Father! May you BOTH rot forever in the dark of the abyss!"

He held forth his swords as the shone silver in blinding rays of light. As Yissam bore down upon him he shifted to the left, light as his concealment.

The ground beneath Yissam opened in a crater that could have swallowed Jacatour whole. Instead he charged his brother while it was still forming, cutting into the flesh of his side.

Posted By: ForeverZero Sep 06, 2004 - 02:06 pm

Below, a creature that could only have been described as a beast ran with all its might. Surely, this was a disaster beyond what Gharab could see, of the spirits and phantoms flowing around. The scene reminded him of many years ago, when he had witnessed the arts of the Blade of Heaven and Hell and their tendency to being connected with the spectral realm. Ah, but those days are long past.

But now, Gharab had some investigation to do. The beast was fast, indeed, but Gharab caught up to it with his swoft wings, gliding barely a foot above it. He knew it as a familiar, his aura was undoubtedly of the rabbit, Thomas. No doubt the familiar would know who Gharab was, as well.

What seems to be the problem? Gharab cawed calmly, despite the current chaos.

Posted By: Magus Sep 06, 2004 - 02:25 pm


He never remembered being so scared in his life. His master would die and it would be all of his fault. Shabel-Grah had fallen off of HIM! HE had failed to find his master help! HE was the cause of his death, and he couldn't bear that thought.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 06, 2004 - 02:35 pm

(this is rieze from the side adventure)

The osprey had grown tired of the beast's incessant yowling. with a swoop, the bird landed and morphed into a beautiful woman clad in black, silver and dark, dark, silvery purple. Rieze Sharah.

"Vho do you seek, loyal creature?" being a shapeshifter, she understood the clicking language. she entered the magical dome and looked upon the inhabitants.

"is there von here by de name of Hashin? dere is a creature outside in need of your aid. He claims his master is in danger." Rieze hadn't noticed the lingering bird behind her near the amazing creature.

the inhabitants of the dome seemed stunned by her appearance, and Rieze wondered vaguely what they found about her that was so interesting.

'why is everyone looking at me so oddly?' and then she caught sight of her friend's body.

"aizlyn!" she rushed to her friend's corpse. "vho did dis to her? vho murdered my friend?" she seemed to grow taller, darker, more forbidding. she towered threatingly over the others, all thoughts of the beast outside fled from her mind.

Posted By: Magus Sep 06, 2004 - 02:42 pm

Thomas pleaded to the wind again for help. He prayed that somebody would come. He couldn't live with himself if his mage died.

Posted By: ForeverZero Sep 06, 2004 - 02:46 pm

My master might be able to offer some techniques, but if he is near-death the best we can hope for is delaying the inevitable, the raven cawed again at the beast.

At that, he took off to the sky, heading for Tzerek, hoping he would be able to take his attention away from that battle long enough to offer some help.

Posted By: Magus Sep 06, 2004 - 03:08 pm

Yissam gaped in horror as his younger brother plunged his Furies into his side. He jumped back, but the wound had been dealt. He was bleeding profusely from the wound and more than a few ribs had been cracked by the cold steel. The wound burned and itched, undoubtably festering from the undead storm.

Jacatour charged again and Yissam, swords raised. Yissam made a quick recovery and assessed the situation. His brother may not be blind any longer from rage, but he was now blind with overconfidence. He thinks he has this battle won, does he? He has another thing coming to him.

Yissam waited until his brother was nearly upon him, feigning a great weight of injury. With the speed of the devil himself he brought up Angoraath and parried the two blows, then followed it up with a fierce jab to Jacatour's upper left thigh with the hilt of Angoraath.

Jacatour fell and did his best to roll away from his brother, certain of a follow up attack. He stumbed and faltered and rolled less the two yards away, not nearly far enough.

Yissam swept the ground with his mighty fell sword. A thunderous quake flew from the ground, cracking the rock as it raced towards the Half-Orc.

Jacatour tried his best to jump away, but only half managed it by the time the artificial quake engulfed him. It forced him back and buried him in the rocky wall of the outcropping.

Yissam made his way towards his brother, hoping him alive still. Never before, in all of his days of battles and war, had he EVER had a battle such as this. He hoped his brother alive, what a duo they would make. Like opposite sides of the coin they were. How much so, Yissam would never fully realize.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 06, 2004 - 04:57 pm

a nagging feeling pulled at Rieze and she spun to see the beast waiting in the midst of the storm, looking extremely worried and torn. She abandoned her friend's limp body, knowing there would be time to get her questions answered later. she strode to the beast, not intimidated by its monstrous features.

"your master needs help,no? vhere is he? is he hurt much badly?" she hoped she'd picked the right words, after all, her common tounge wasnt the best.

Posted By: Magus Sep 06, 2004 - 06:04 pm

Thomas clicked away in frnatic tones. She was a shapeshifter, she could understand what he was saying.

"He fell off of me as he rode on my back. He hit his head and is bleeding badly. He might be dead already, I just don't know. Can you heal? Would you be able to save him if he lives still?"

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 06, 2004 - 06:07 pm

Hashin had been beside himself, and confused with all the noise and rabbit tonhue, but now raced to Shabel-Grah's aid. He applied his hands to his body to do what he could.

Posted By: Magus Sep 06, 2004 - 06:13 pm

Shabel-Grah was sitting in a small pool of his own blood. It had begun to clot on his head where it flowed, but he had lost alot of it. His body was weak and wracked from the storm.

Some of the potions he carried with him had cracked or smashed open. Volotile smells and fumes came from lacorous pools of emerald, puce, cerulean and every other color in any of the lands in this realm. His own knife had embedded itse;f into his lower torso. Its magic had made it reapear in his right hand, but the wound was still there for all to see. It didn't bleed much though. There wasn't to much left to spill out.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 06, 2004 - 06:39 pm

Hashin healed the wound. He used his magic to produce more blood inside Shable-Grah, and did what he could to increase his stregth. "Hold on," Hashin whispered to him, nearlly exhausted himself. "I'm going to draw on an outter source...I've got little choice." Waves of light formed over the shaman's hands, and went into Shabel-Grah's body. Devilish forms about the light, hovering about the body without going in.

Rathsarann struggled, his body knumb like the rest of the Klundors. He chanted to himself, removing the binding spell from his body. He placed his hand to his sword, but didn't attack for before him Hashin was giving all he had, rather heroically, to save Shabel-Grah's life. The Klundor approached the sight. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked.

Hashin was surpried by this. "Can you...give him strength?"

"Yes," said Rathsarann, kneeling down. He placed his hands upon Shabel-Grah's chest, and fed him his own strength.

Posted By: Magus Sep 07, 2004 - 03:45 am

Shabel-Grah moaned and stirred slightly. Streangth was returning to him, but not his own. The bleeding had stopped but the blood was still there, staining his cloths, almost invisable on the crimson silk. His eyes did not yet open, that would be for later. But he did stir. He was getting better, he was recovering.

Two thoughts raced through his mind. Was Jacatour dead at the hands of Yissam Snizwatt and Where was Thomas? Was he all right?

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 07, 2004 - 07:15 am

"You'll be fine," said Hashin to Shabel-Grah. "Glad to see it. The energy that maintains you I will remove as your own strength returns." Hashin sat back upon the grass, exhausted.

"And you're welcome," added Rathsaran, tiredly.

Posted By: Magus Sep 07, 2004 - 11:47 am

"Thank you." Shabel-Grah managed weakly. And then, like lightening, the thought crossed his mind once more. "Where is Thomas? And Jacatour, is he to be found?"

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 07, 2004 - 12:18 pm

Rieze stepped forth from the shadows, followed by the big beast she had taken to be thomas.

"thomas is vell, are you de great Shabel-Grah? i have heard much of you and your deeds. not all entirely good or true. but dat we shall save until you feel stronger, no?" she spoke slowly, her common tounge was heavily accented but still understandable for the most part. she saw the strange looks the others sent her, and realized she had not yet introduced herself.

"oh! forgive me! I am Rieze Sharah." she spoke deliberately, waiting to see the reactions, wondering if they'd heard of her family's massacre.

"vell, since you are vounded, do you tink ve should go to shelter? dis jacatour you seek vill turn up eventually, no?"
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Postby Neurolanis » Thu Apr 14, 2005 9:08 am

Posted By: Jade MoonStar Sep 07, 2004 - 01:11 pm

Jade decided to stay behind at the former woodland dome area; she wanted to keep an eye on that Rowena woman.

Jade stood about 5 feet away from Aizlyn's cadaver, and only about 7 feet away from Rowena.

Her veil altered to an ocean blue as she placed her hand, palm down, in the air in front of her. Jade slowly closed her eyes in prayer as a small hole in the stone ground materialized. From that hole, a single, walnut brown seed shot into the air. Jade caught the seed in a flash, then quickly pocketed her treasure as the hole disappeared.

Jade elegantly sat down on the cold, stone ground. Her veil changed back to a snow white color as she, as always, thanked the Goddess for her druidic powers.

Posted By: ForeverZero Sep 07, 2004 - 02:23 pm

Your callousness has become most taxing on me, Tzerek.

"Oh, really? Since when does a familiar in the image of a symbol of death care about others? I can't do much for such a wound anyway," Tzerek spoke.

Nevertheless, the two had been venturing back to where Gharab had ben told of where the wounded man was, this mage. Gharab stood perched on Tzerek's shoulder, remaining still even with Tzerek's inhumanly fast legs. Soon they reached the others, but no wound seemed to be in sight--although one of them looked as if he could use a good night's sleep.

"See? No one here is wounded, anyway!" Tzerek half-whispered, mostly to the raven.

Gharab cawed back, And because of you, if these healers had not been present you would have been responsible if he had died!

"I don't care. Besides, what's in it for me?"

After nearly twenty-five of your four-hundred and sixty-three years of age, I still cannot get through to you, Tzerek. Why do I still tag along with you?

"Because we are bound by fate, my feathered friend. We are bound by fate," he said, stroking the bird's neck and back, a massage the raven seemed to enjoy.

The others no doubt saw him now, but his callousness was present in that fact, as well--even if he was trained in the arts of stealth. He stood, garbed in a black fighting suit and part of a cloak that covered his face, leaving only emotionless, crimson eyes to stare from behind his long, white hair. The cloak fragment was adorned by an archaic symbol that he doubted even the most knowledgeable mage would reckognize: that of the Zerahiyah Kaliel.

Gharab had cawed as a greeting, but this time it was just an average bird call, for Tzerek could not decipher any words from it. He figured he should have introduced himself as well, but they semed a bit preoccupied at the moment. He would wait.

Posted By: Magus Sep 07, 2004 - 03:11 pm

"He... should be... with luck." Shabel-Grah managed. "Thomas... welcome back... old friend."

"I wept and worried for you master. Beg your forgiveness for my irresponsable behavior." He clicked.

"What... the fall... that was the fault of the storm... my fault... not yours." Weakly he beagan another spell, the only one he could being this weak and so near a dead magic zone. "verro verro... mian...na...mian..na."

A spiralling pume of white smoke enshrouded Thomas. He was his normal furrative self when it dissapated.

"Please... Hashin... in my cloak... a potion... blue liquid... simple corked tube... please could you... get it. It could... help... with my weakness."

Posted By: ForeverZero Sep 07, 2004 - 03:24 pm

Allow me, Gharab cawed, gently digging the potion from the weak man's robes. Surely he would think it odd for a raven to be digging in his clothing, but Gharab could sense the man could understand him. After all, if he already had a familiar, he no doubt would be able to talk to others. He caught hold of the vial with his talons and fluttered a foot off of the ground to hand the man his potion.

"Aren't you generous," Tzerek teased as the bird returned to his shoulder.

Shut up an introduce yourself. They'll think you an enemy.

At that order, Tzerek reluctantly agreed. He didn't want any more trouble than he had to get into. He walked forward lightly, and bowed with the grace of a dancer, yet also with the stern, precise movements of a martial artist, throwing his hand under to rest on his gut, a formal bow if anyone had ever seen one.

"Greetings. Tzerek Agshekeloh, at your service. I trust you've already met my familiar, Gharab," he introduced. Gharab ruffled his wings in response.

"I would like to ask you travelers of some information I have been seeking, if that is quite alright with you."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 07, 2004 - 05:08 pm

Rieze grinned, a strained sort of grimace more than a real smile.

"ah, i like birds. greetings honorable Gharab." she spoke in the screeching tones of her favorite bird, an osprey. the others watched her oddly, and Rieze took the time to study those gathered around. she felt out of her league with these people. but, the bird was nice.

Posted By: Magus Sep 07, 2004 - 05:09 pm

Shabel-Grah took the potion and gave his thanks to the Raven as he could. He drank half the vile; half was saved for later. He felt cooler, looser. He had regained much strength, but much still remained lost, for the time at least.

"Please, forgive my condition all. But after my little spill I am more then up for a palaver among friends. Please, ask your questions if you will. And I thank yee, noble crow, may your feathers stay black as night for your many long days."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 07, 2004 - 05:18 pm

Rieze grinned, glad she could speak with this man so soon.

"your brother is coming. he is behind maybe a day or tvo, i am not sure. he has two others vit him, maybe tree. he vants a jevel and vants you dead." with that, she related the whole conversation she had heard from outside the hut.

(it was alot to summerize, just read the conversation in the side quest!)

Posted By: ForeverZero Sep 07, 2004 - 05:20 pm

The raven bowed in response, and Tzerek stepped forward to ask his questions.

"Have you heard anything about an art known as the Blade of Heaven and Hell? I'm am currently persuing information about it, as it seems the ones affiliated with it have become... how should I say it... extinct."

He looked at the crowd with his crimson eyes, Gharab doing the same with his deep black, tiny pools of sight.

"They are known for being quite... adept... at connecting with the spectral realm. Perhaps their sacred chant will jar your memory:
'Shirash eisiyah en kiash tieya'."

The chant seemed to echo in this storm of undead, the spirits howling and pulsing with reverberations, as if repeating the chant amongst themselves, for among them they were sacred words, words that connected them with the world of the living.

Gharab seemed to grow a bit nervous, but Tzerek stood calm, awaiting his answers.

Posted By: Magus Sep 07, 2004 - 05:28 pm

"Ahh, you meen Phantom and Shadow, do you not? They were companions of ours, for a time. They left us a while back, hard to be sure how far. We have not seen or heard of them since."

Shabel-Grah grew quite for a long while after that. He started again, in a dry and mornfull voice.

"He comes then? You are sure? I do not heal so fast as Jacatour does. And with this dead magic zone on the horizon I am not going to be much help. I want vengeance! He deserves no less then to burn in the eternal fires for all of eternity! But I can't face him in my condition, he will take me and all chances I have for vengeance... all chances I have to find peace."

Posted By: ForeverZero Sep 07, 2004 - 05:36 pm

"I see. If they were companions of yours, I must find out if you cross paths again. This is the first I've heard of survivors in ten years, so forgive me if I'm forcing this upon you, but I must join you and your fellow travelers."

Gharab cawed in agreement, another mindless sound, most likely the closest thing the raven could get to a laugh.

Posted By: Magus Sep 07, 2004 - 05:37 pm

"Be our guests. We could use all of the help we could get."

Posted By: ForeverZero Sep 07, 2004 - 05:51 pm

"Help? You think I'm going to hel--"

Not now, Tzerek! Not while the man is still recovering. I've warned you before, do not let your callous attitude ruin your chances of progress! the raven ridiculed before Tzerek could finish his sentence.

"You know I can't help it, Gharab," Tzerek added.

If you can't help it, it is best you not say anything at all. You're lucky I've stuck with you this far, you know.


Of course, Tzerek couldn't help it. It was all part of his training. The art of Zerahiyah Kaliel was born of the destruction caused by the Blae of Heaven and Hell. The only defense against such an art, was a way to defend the soul. Through his training he had reduced his soul to a mere glint of light, hard to see or attack by anyone affiliated with the Blade, but as a result, Tzerek was rendered almost emotionless. He truly could not help it. Gharab stood on his shoulder, almost pitying the man. He would never know of love, nor of hate, nor of happiness.

Perhaps such emotions could be brought back. If only Gharab knew how to bring them back...

Posted By: Magus Sep 07, 2004 - 05:55 pm

"To journey with us will inevitably lead to your helping us. If only to save yourself you could save us all. You may learn much while on our quest." Shabel-Grah downed the last of the potion. His body cooled at once. So weak, he was so weak from his injury. He smiled as his eyes closed and he passed out from exhaustion and the potion he consumed.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 07, 2004 - 06:50 pm

"I welcome you also," smiled Hashin, quite tired.

"And my people?" came Rathsarann.

"Ah, yes, sorry," said Hashin. Without word or action the spell was broken, and the Klundors came to their feet.

"I don't know what evil magic lives inside of you, HUMAN," snarled Rathsarann at Hashin. "But use it on me, or my followers again, and I WON'T take it laying down."

"I apologise," bowed Hashin.

Posted By: SirJill Sep 08, 2004 - 11:57 am

Gregory had been sitting, arguing with Rowena for a very long time. The woodland dome had come and gone and when he finally pushed her back and looked around he found they were almost alone. There was one woman--and Aizlyn's body.

Time to find out where everyone is. He thought.

Rowena got up and dusted herself off, hurriedly, with a worried expression. She smoothed out her cloak and then grabbed her satchel, almost running off into the forest without so much as a word to Jade.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 08, 2004 - 12:57 pm

Rieze realized that these people didnt grasp the depth of what she'd told them.

'it will serve them right if the evil ones catch up. they have been warned.'she thought to herself.

she glided gracefully over to where the klundors had gathered with the human she took to be Hashin, the healer.

"klundors, ah, yes, i have not seen your kind in many a long year. sir." she said, declining her head respectfully. she'd intervened, worried that a fight may break out between the lead klundor and the shaman.

Posted By: ForeverZero Sep 08, 2004 - 01:28 pm

"Klundors?" Tzerek asked, mostly to himself.

He walked up to the one known as Rathsarann, staring into his eyes. Gharab had told Tzerek that he was of Klundorian heritage, but was he really one of these?

"Why... why is my hair white? And my eyes..." Tzerek continued to ask himself.

Just because you are part of their blood doesn't mean you are destined to have their features. Let's just say there are other... factors, Gharab cawed from his shoulder perch.

"What factors?" he turned his crimson eyes to the raven.

I've been instructed not to tell you. You'll find out soon enough. Don't think this as a personal thing, it was a request from your master.

Posted By: Jade MoonStar Sep 08, 2004 - 06:14 pm

Well, that's just great, thought Jade sarcastically, I'm sitting next to a dead woman!

With a soft sigh, Jade rose to her feet and began a burial service for the noble shapeshifter.

"Ellan, Goddess of Light, Love, and Life, show this soul to the resting place!" called Jade to her Deity.

Aizlyn's body slowly lowered into the ground, her body had become intangible. After only a few minutes, there was no evidence of any humanoid life where the shapeshifter previously lay.

Jade, her clerical duties accomplished, began a slow walk into the forest, in the direction of her companions.

Posted By: Magus Sep 09, 2004 - 03:49 am

For a moment Jacatour lost conciousness as Yissam advanced on him. For only a moment, but to him that was one moment too long. He had been in control of this duel, but now he was merely playing his usual losing role. How had he come full circle once more? The truth was he couldn't tell.

Through his blood covered eyes he saw his brother's advance, a sinister grin he wore on his face. He was obviously enjoying himself.

Jacatour's body was aching and bloody. It felt like more then simply one bone was broken. He cursed the day he had learned of his brother's existance.

"Come out brother!" Yissam shouted as he neared Jacatour's rocky prison. "Come out little brother! You can join me if that is your wish or die if it be your wish! Personally, I'd rather us be united; what a mighty duo we wwould make! Think of it!"

Jacatour did think of it. They would lead the other Orcsw into battle. They would conquer other lands, all the while slaughtering or enslaving its people. He thought about what a terrable power he could be, and he cringed at the thought.

He thought of Aliandra, of her fair bodice and sweet mind. He thought of her, cut don before it was her time. He thought of her and withdrew from that rocky tomb.

"On my Aliandra's name, ye shall not breath another breath in this world! I shall strike ye dead before ye hit the ground!"

"Bold words for a mere Half-Orc! Your talking to Yissam Snizwatt! Your talking to the High General of the Western Hords! Your talking to the mighties of our kind! Your talking to your elder brother! What hope have ye in defeating me? I ask you, what hope is there?"

"Nay, there be no hope. I will not survive this battle, I know and accept this. But that doesn't meen I can't drag you down to Hell with me!"

"Then attack and I shall take you there." Yissam challeneged.

For a moment they both stood their, staring the other down, see who would break first. Yissam charged, and then Jacatour. Lightening flashed overhead; once, twice, thrice.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 09, 2004 - 12:18 pm

Rieze sensed the link between the odd man called tzerek and the bird. she smiled inwardly, and also sensed someone coming in their direction. they were coming slowly, almost uncertainly. she gripped her dagger beneath her cloak.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 09, 2004 - 04:18 pm

"That's enough," said Rathsarann, drawing out his sword. "Lets go finish off that half-Orc's brother so we can get on with matters," he said to his followers.

Hashin stood in front of them. "No, Rathsarann. Let them handle this. We shouldn't interfere."

"A family matter, huh? So be it. My bet's on Yissam, then." Rathsarann sheathed his sword, getting closer to better view the action.

Hashin followed.

Posted By: ForeverZero Sep 09, 2004 - 04:51 pm

"You mean the battle I was wathcing earlier?" Tzerek cut in. He remebered having enjoyment in watching that fight, something he could hardly pull himself away from, the emotion very new to him. But why was this?

I see you've realized, now. Emotion is still inside you, Gharab whispered into his ear.

Although, that emotion was not necessarily Tzerek's. The bond Tzerek had with the raven was one of more than just a mster and a familiar. It was a bond directly of their souls. Through that event, Tzerek had managed to tap into Gharab's soul, and draw forth an emotion that brought within him yet another emotion: confusion. It would pass, Gharab figured.

It was most likely a result of his training, an art opposite to one that had such an affinity for controlling souls.

Tzerek drew his dagger, more of an oriental blade than a traditional dagger. With a flick of his wrist, another dagger appeared, out of thin air, no less, and another, both the news ones flickering into existence until they became solid.

"Just in case," Tzerek explained, keeping the weapons at his side.

Posted By: Magus Sep 09, 2004 - 06:13 pm

Angoraath met The Brothers in battle. Lightening came out of their bond. Lightening kept their bond. Blood stained their bond.

Jacatour swug the first brother. He met Angoraath. Jacatour swung its twin and this met Yissams gray plate mail. It cracked and strained under the blow's force, eventually cracking open revealing exposed flesh.

Yissam lept back before his brother could land a second blow. Fire in his eyes he charged his brother, awaying slightly side to side, preventing his brother from taking a well aimed shot.

Jacatour swept full range his katana's. Both missed as Yissam ducked under them and brought Angoraath in from his side, cracking the ground open with its felled power.

The ground didn't hold to it, but it did slow it down some, just enough for Jacatour to dodge his way around it and come at Yissam with his own assault.

Yissam seemed prepared for this. He rammed his sword's hilt upon his brother's neck. Jacatour fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.

He stirred and then struggled to get up. Yissam walked over to where he lay, strolled was more like it. He was having a fine time, quite the jovality this was to him. It was the greatest battle of his career, nay, his entire existance. This was its zenith. He pressed his foot upon his brother's back and rammed his face into the mud.

"Brother, there is no alternative. You must join you kin. I am your destiny! Your people are your destiny! Not with them, that human and his pet bunny! Not with that women of yours that you had nor the one you now hold! Join me. There is only death down the other path. I give you the chance to journey the road less traveled. What say you my dear brother?"

He let up on Jacatour, just enough so that he could lift his head from the mud and not have to gurgle his response. Jacatour caught his breath and waited a moment to continue. When he started, his defiant tone spoke volumes more then the words ever could.

"I spit on you and I spit on your road, •••• you both to Hell!"

"Then," He began, lifting up Angoraath, preparing to give his brother an end fitting for the battle he had given him. "you choose your death."

Posted By: Esioul Sep 10, 2004 - 03:08 am

Judith wriggled, then looked about her. Gudrun and her soldiers weren't really paying any attention to anything other than the fire, and whatever it was they were drinking. Gudrun had questioned her, and Judith had tied to question Gudrun, but because it seemed that Judith was going to be taken back to K'Larkh and executed, due to Gudrun's ridiculous suspicians that Judith was betraying K'Larkh- and probably it had something to do with Holofernes, too, Judith thought- but because of this, Judith had screamed and yelled at Gudrun, Gudrun had laughed, and Judith had cried angrily to herself, curled up under a tree, tied with rope. Gudrun had laughingly shown her some other prisoners, also tied up, half mad with fear and pain- and as far as Judith could tell they had done nothing to merit such fear and pain, so she cried and screamed again, until Gudrun struck her and she had passed out.

"Come on Judith, sort yourself out" she said. "Time to escape, and get as far away from Gudrun and K'larkh and Holofernes as possible. They're not really very nice". So she wiped her eyes on her knee, which was all she could reach because of her tied hands, and thought about escaping. There was a jagged tree stump behind her, so she dragged herself over to it, rubbing the rope around her wrists on it. After a while, she managed to cut throught the rope, although she had scraped her wrists at the same time until they were bleeding.

She stretched her hands in the damp darkness of the forest, pleased that Gudrun and her soldiers seemed to be falling asleep. For a moment, she wondered that her escape was so easy, but she shook her head. Better to think of how she was going to escape. She groaned at the aching in her head, then froze- but no one had noticed. Good. With some difficulty she untied her legs, and crawled painfully over to the other two prisoners. One of them was dead. The other was very nearly dead, but she untied him anyway, slamming her hand angrily over his mouth when he tried to speak.

"Get away, quickly, over there- hide. I'm going to get some stuff I want back" she whispered.
"I can't, I can't, they'll catch me!"
"Just go!"

She watched as he crawled away, then she lay down on her front and squirmed over to the pile of equipment. Gudrun was very definitely asleep, now only a metre away from Judith, but two of the soldiers were awake, arguing groggily. It wasn't difficult to find her bag, and the rather large sums of money which Gudrun kept in her own luggage, so it was not long before Judith had dragged herself over the leaf mould to reach the freed prisoner. He was gasping in the bushes some distance from Gudrun's camp.
"Can't, can't go on" he said, weeping into the ground.
Judith sighed, and took his arm, wanting to bandage the wound on it, but he moaned loudly.
"Shut up! They'll hear us!" she hissed, but the man was still groaning. She rummaged in her bag for something she could give him to drink, to quiet him, but by the time she had found the half-empty bottle of wine he was dead.

She found herself shivering and shaking for a moment at the horribleness of it, at the horribleness of what K'Larkh and his people did. And she had been one of his people! She'd never had to deal with anything like this, but she knew it wouldn't have been long till her job had become more like Gudrun's, full of death and nastiness.
"I'm going to look for a new job, I really am!" she said to herself, crying a little, standing up stiffly and slipping away between the trees.

Posted By: SirJill Sep 10, 2004 - 01:56 pm

Gregory had found a quiet hidey hole to think in. He had wandered around the forest until finding the proper kind of tree--a large oak with a person sized hole in the trunk. He crawled in and leaned back, Rowena's furious yelling subsiding.

Alright, Rowena. I'll make a deal with you. It's like last time. Control now...but if I ask--you must give it to me.

If you think I'm stupid enough to do that again...Gregory, listen, I will kill us both before I let you do that again.

What? Are you still pining over Jacatour? He's dead Rowena, or at any rate you'll never see him again. Probably not that boy eiter--Hashin was it? Look, kid, your best bet is to take this and go someplace else.

I can't do that! I have to go back and make up for you! Those people thought...and they still think It was ME that attacked them. Gregory...

Posted By: Esioul Sep 10, 2004 - 02:30 pm

Judith found Rowena before Rowena noticed Judith. She staggered around the tree, tripping over Rowena's foot- still stiff and awkward from being tied up for so long.
"Ouch!" she said, then swearing, then reaching for her knife. They stared at each other. Rowena looked odd, Judith thought, as if she'd been crying or arguing with herself. Not that I look much beter, she thought, realising her hair was a curled mess, and the dye was probably beginning to grow out.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 10, 2004 - 04:32 pm

"This is getting good," said Rathsarann of the battle between Jacatour and his brother Yissam.

Hashin started to think he should get involved.

Posted By: SirJill Sep 10, 2004 - 05:17 pm

Rowena crawled out of the tree, looking carefully at Judith. I don't think she knows about all the attempts to kill her, Gregory thought, still in control.

Rowena raised her eyebrows, "What happened to you--you look," she chuckled a bit, "somewhat worse for wear."

Posted By: ForeverZero Sep 10, 2004 - 07:23 pm

Thomas, correct? Gharab asked, landing near the rabbit, who stayed by the Necromancer's side.

Greetings. Im afraid in all of this chaos I couldn't properly introduce myself. And as a fellow familiar, I think we should get to know eachother well. I am Gharab, as you already know.

The familiar acknowledged him, at least, but Gharab could understand. The rabbit was still frantic about the near-loss of his master. Gharab would be, too, if Tzerek had taken such a wound.

On top of that, he couldn't die for another reason. They shared the same soul. If one dies, the other must as well. It was the only way to keep a man devoid of soul alive, while still keeping his training powerful enough to perform his task. Gharab suspected he should watch out for himelf at all times. And Tzerek, as well.

He turne din the direction that the battle was. I fear for your Rolc friend, Thomas. That battle was in no way, from what I could see, going in his favor.

Posted By: Esioul Sep 11, 2004 - 12:47 am

"So do you" said Judith, crossly. "Now, what are you doing out here? Shouldn't we try to rejoin the others? Um, I know it looked sort of nasty earlier, but I think it was fairly obvious that you weren't, um, yourself, and that I was a little bit in the grip of Gudrun"

Posted By: SirJill Sep 11, 2004 - 06:44 am

Gregory paused a moment. He hadn't really thought further than giving control to Rowena and going from there. But he couldn't just give her control...he needed to make sure he could further his own ends later on.

Rowena--take control now and you can kill her. You know what I want.


Gregory turned his eyes back to Judith and glared at her, "I am trying to think--something I do alone." She muttered.

Posted By: Esioul Sep 11, 2004 - 09:45 am

Judith was fairly sure that Gregory was there. Rwoena looked odd- not entirely happy.
"Why don't you just shut up for a moment, Gregory?" She said. "Don't you ever sleep, anyway?"

Judith made herself yawn, theatrically, hoping to infect Gregory with the same- giving Rowena a moment to take control. Hopefully. Well, it was worth a try.

Posted By: SirJill Sep 11, 2004 - 12:48 pm

Gregory glared at her and drew Rowena's sword. "I ought to just kill you now. Or bring you back to the others and see what they do with you." He advanced on her slightly, holding the sword a few inches from her neck.

Posted By: Esioul Sep 11, 2004 - 01:08 pm

"Ooops!" Judith said, pretending to trip up, rolling behind the tree and around it, in time to swing a branch at the back of Rowena/Gregory's confused head- it was easy in the gloom f the forest. It hit the girl's head with a thump.

Posted By: SirJill Sep 11, 2004 - 05:35 pm

Gregory reacted a second too late; the branch hit them with a thwack that sent him sprawling, darkness crawling around the edges of his vision. He had time to mutter a curse before he blacked out.

Posted By: Jade MoonStar Sep 11, 2004 - 07:29 pm

Jade's veil turned a deep green as her diminuative feet made their way into the thick forest.

Jade's soul marveled at the beauty of nature. The dew dropped tall grass, the whispering trees, the call of the birds, the scent of the earth; they all blended together in perfect harmony.

Jade reached out a slender white hand, placing it softly on the gray bark of a nearby tree.

She felt a pulling sensation from the tree next to her. It was strong, yet, it didn't seem harmful. Jade closed her eyes, allowing whatever power this forest had to run it's course.

Her body slowly shifted into a thick, deep green mist. Jade's now astral self floated into the tree and then spiraled down through the roots of the earth.

"Ellan," Jade prayed as sediment and wood swished by her, "let this lead me somewhere safe, if there is such a place left in this world."

Posted By: Esioul Sep 12, 2004 - 12:20 am

Judith looked at Rowena/Gregory in satisfaction. Good- she/he wouldn't be any trouble now. Swearing and grunting, she began to drag the unconcious body through the forest, in what she hoped was the right direction. Rowena was heavier than she looked.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 12, 2004 - 10:41 am

Rieze felt something pull at her senses. something important was happening. where did that klundor go? she saw him sitting with the healer, hashin, watching a rolc and an orc battling. she ventured over, keeping her distance from the shaman, she didnt like him for some reason, he seemed like he kept too much to himself. the klundor though, he was the kind she was used to, mysterious with thier own agenda.

'like me' she thought, sidling up to the klundor and nodding in greeting. she watched the battle and spoke quietly.

"you seem to have chosen correctly, sir klundor, tell me, are you a gambling man?" she said, noticing that the rolc was loosing as Rathsarann had said he would.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 12, 2004 - 07:08 pm

"You'd bet on the half-Orc?" came Rathsarann. He grinned. "Hows about ten silvers? Or is that too rich for your blood?"

Posted By: Magus Sep 13, 2004 - 12:52 pm

"Then," He began, lifting up Angoraath, preparing to give his brother an end fitting for the battle he had given him. "you choose your death."

This is it, Jacatour thought to himself, this is how it all ends. Alindra, I will join you soon. I hope you know I would have this end a thousand times over, just to see you once more.

An apparition wailed in the storm, shrieking violently as it meandered around the battle's site. It was a strange man of some sort, newely dead by his lok. It seemed to be having some difficulty controlling his phantismal body.

He flew to the right and then to the left and thern back to the right.

Yissam held aloft his mighty sword. "Goodbye brother." He whispered, just barely audible above the rtaging wail of the storm. "I WILL miss you, make no mistake. You were far nobler and skilled then I could have ever imagined."

He let Angoraath slice the air and the storm. It's blade glowed a terrable blck as it anticipated spilling the blood of Jacatour. Family blood tastes sweetest, or so tiss said amongst vampires. Angoraath was eager to discover this for himself.

The pale phantom felw now, holding a steady enough coarse. Although he couldn't be seen among so many of his kind and the raging fury they caused, his destination would be clear to any who could make him out. He was headed strait for Yissam Snizwatt.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 13, 2004 - 01:41 pm

Rieze saw the pale of the phantom diving for the orc and grinned. she could spare the ten silvers.

"it vas but a comment, tho i see you are serious in your gamble. in dat case, sir, you are on." she answered, holding out her hand to seal the deal, knowing that some of his kind spit into thier palms before a bet. Rieze wondered if this klundor would do it to see if she was squeamish. she wasnt.

Posted By: Magus Sep 13, 2004 - 06:09 pm

The phantom flew straight on. As its speed reached its zenith it rammed into Yissam Snizwatt's back just as Angoraath would have cleaved off Jacatour's head. His fell sword came down to the side, still clutched in the Orc Chieftan's hands.

He's down, Jacatour thought to himself, merely holding on to conciousness. "I can end this." He managed weakly. "I can kill him now... avenge my Aliandra..." But Jacatout couldn't will himself up. The very strain of the act forced him to lap into unconciousness.

The strom raged on, unhindered by the sacrifice of the one phantom who had saved Jacatour's life. In the distance, directions all unknown in the chaotic weather of the phantoms, a small party of battle hardened Orcs swept down from the mountain, no more than a dozen. A dozen more stayed up in the rocks and began firing arrows, covering their brotheren. These were the Elite troops commanded by Yissam Snizwatt. They had viewed the battle and the fall of their master. They had come to collect their fell lord.

They came upon the bodies, of their Lord and his brother. The orders had been clear enough to them. Any who kill Jacatour will die slowly and fowly. They grabbed their master, lifting his great bulk of muscle, armor and weaponry with great difficulty. Even among the great Orcs it took three men to life Angoraath, the others half dragged their master to the safety the rocks supplied and continued on to the camp beyond.

Jacatour lay where he fell, a bloody broken Half-Man. He lay there as a light rain began to fall, as some of the phantoms left but most still remained. It appeared as if in a few hours all of this would be so much sand in the hourglass, so much time; only a memory.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 13, 2004 - 06:34 pm

Hashin raced to Jacatour. "Jacatour..?" He knelt down, placing his hands upon the half-man's chest. This wasn't going to be easy. He gathered his strength, calling upon great forces to aid him.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 13, 2004 - 07:05 pm

In all the fuss, no one had noticed the Avanoor soldiers moving in on them. Hundreds of them, surrounding all of the party. High Security was among them, dressed in black and red plate armor. Multiple spears and bows were aimed at them. “Drop your WEAPONS!” ordered one, and those that could did. Hashin remained by Jacatour. Rieze, Judith, Rowena, and all the others were forced to raise their arms in surrender. They were all gathered around Jacatour. “That should be all of them,” spoke the captain.

An official of the High Security smirked at them. “Well done, Rathsarann. You got us what we wanted.” His grin was knowing and secretive.

“What is this about?” came Hashin.

“Business, and good fortune,” said Rathsarann. “I got into a little bit of trouble when I was here before, but I’ve had a skill for finding folk, and convinced the king to give me a time to make up for it. I was even allowed to keep the gemstone PROVIDED that I bring them one Shabel-Grah within a five-year period. This was made quite easy when by mere CHANCE he started on an adventure that would take him right here! I had been following him for months, and then chance smiled my way. I came along, alerted Avanoor High Security, and now my debt is paid.”

“Indeed it is,” said the official, his look displeased. “By chance he came this way..? You are indeed lucky, my friend. But you have fulfilled your debt. You are free to go. The king will be pleased with you.”

Rathsarann bowed before his ‘friends’, as his unders laughed at them. “I do apologize for the rest of you,” he said. “I only wanted Shabel-Grah. I do apologize to you especially, Rowena. We could have had something lovely together.”

“So that’s why you did what you could to keep Shabel-Grah alive,” said Hashin.

“Bravo,” said Rathsarann. “Don’t worry, shaman, you and the others should be let go. It’s only the wizard that they want.”

**Jail cell in Avanoor Castle, which lies in the heart of the city. The cells are large, smelly, dimly lit and unfriendly.**

They were all thrown into a large cell. Several others lurked about the dark corners. There were no windows, only the cell door with its thick iron bars, the halls heavily guarded. There was NO escape, especially as “escape” would only lead to re-capture anyway. The cell door was closed, and the whole party was left inside. One of the guards said to them from the hallway, “Your trial is tomorrow, which is soon. And it’s before the king, so try to look dignified. Prepare your story well.“

“We don’t know why we’re here!“ shouted Hashin.

“Not my problem,“ said the guard. “We have one-day trials in Avanoor. If you lose… it’ll likely be the rope, whatever your crime.” With that, he left them to the stinking cell, with the strange figures that watched them from the darkness.

Posted By: Magus Sep 14, 2004 - 03:54 am

Shabel-Grah coughed fiercely. He would be, should be, ready for the trial. But they had a right to know why they were here, why he was here. They deserved to know.

"I... I have something to discuss with you. You all have the right to know why we're here now."

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 14, 2004 - 06:08 am

Hashin looked at him with surprise. He knew? "What is it, Shabel-Grah?"

Posted By: Magus Sep 14, 2004 - 10:38 am

Shabel-Grah, now that it had come to telling his part in all of this, found himself reluctant to do so. He looked at Jacatour, lying unconcious in one corner of the cell, in bad condition by his looks. But he would survive, he always did find a way to do that. And he wouldn't hear this tale, but he had heard it before.

It was time. It was time that they knew the truth.

"The tale is a long one... I never thought I would relate this to any of you... only Jacatour and Thomas. It is difficult for me to come to speak of." Shabel-Grah paused here, wanting to go on, honestly wanting to, but finding himself unable. Try as he might his mouth would no, or perhaps could not, form the words to begin.

Posted By: Esioul Sep 14, 2004 - 01:07 pm

"Well, go on, then" said Judith. She was annoyed: she'd escaped from one lot, only to be captured by another. She just hoped this lot didn't have any connections with the last lot.

Posted By: Magus Sep 14, 2004 - 02:29 pm

"I... I was born in Avanoor, to a great and powerful family, wealthy... close to the king in many ways..."

Posted By: SirJill Sep 14, 2004 - 03:49 pm

Rowena sighed and crossed the cell quickly. She had been suprisingly quiet, but now, as she stood before Shabel-Grah, her brown eyes grew hard.
"You must know how taxing it was for me to speak of my past. It is your turn now--do not falter, Shabel." She said quietly and then withdrew to the far side of the chamber, leaning agianst the wall.

Posted By: Magus Sep 14, 2004 - 04:35 pm

"Yes, you are right Rowena. I will not falter in my tale. I will... I will tell it in all of it's entirety."

And so Shabel-Grah paused. Taking a deep breath he prepared to speak his mind, his past and things that have long since passed on.

Posted By: ForeverZero Sep 14, 2004 - 05:35 pm

Tzerek, uncaring, had decided to take a nap in the corner of the cell, and even the old veterans of the prison were afraid to near him. He did, after all, look menacing, and to think he could get out of here so easily.

Beneath his turtleneck, he smiled. He flicked his wrist, revealing the same battleknife he had weilded before they were captured, the only waon he felt he ever needed. Surely they all saw the flicker of it in the shadows where Tzerek slept, and surely they knew it was more than capable of picking a lock.

But he would wait, for now.

He remember back there, such a convenient time. He had prepared illusion images of his weapon, and threw down all but the concealed one, the true knife. Surely the guards were in a fuss as Tzeek sat there, no doubt watching his weapons fade out of existence as the illusions dissipated.

He let forth a small, mufle chuckle as Shabel-Grah told his stories to the others. He closed his eyes once more, and listened to his tale.

Posted By: Magus Sep 14, 2004 - 05:43 pm

"My family was one of the most prominant in all of Avanoor. Only two families were greater in repute, The Allivines and the Dagrados. We were in good standing with the king, as well. We had a relationed, once removed, as an advisor to the King. That may be why he had decided to have his daughter married off to my family, specifically, married off to me, the eldest son of my house."

Posted By: Esioul Sep 15, 2004 - 08:03 am

Judith, meanwhile, was taking off the plain silver bracelet she wore on her left wrist, and untwisting it. It was as good a lockpick as any, and she was as good a lock-picker. She glanced at Tzerek.
"How much do you bet?" she whispered.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 15, 2004 - 12:41 pm

"Intersting," said Hashin. "You could have been royalty. Why did you not wed?"

Posted By: ForeverZero Sep 15, 2004 - 01:24 pm

Tzerek glanced back to Judith, twirling his knife around and inbetween his fingers casually, creating many fluid yet pointless movements of the weapon.

"Now now, don't be hasty. It's probably pretty easy to get out of here even without your little tool," he whispered, "But I'd like to listen to this tale, first."

Obviously, Tzerek had no care about an immediate escape of the prison cell. Gharab stood perched on his shoulder, not because he was imprisoned, of course, for he could fly inbetween the bars of the cell, but because he was bound to stick to Tzerek at all times. They shared the same soul, after all, and it would cause Tzerek a major setback if Gharab were to die in an attempt to escape. Not just a setback, a full-blown convuslion ending in death, or at the very least, destruction of his mind.

Posted By: Magus Sep 15, 2004 - 03:27 pm

Shabel-Grah looked sadly at Hashin, reaching for and lovingly stroking Thomas as he did so.

"Because of Sabal-Gah, my brother. He is quite the illusionist. He can make himself look as any, or make other illusions out of thin air... even myself.

I am not human, you may very well know this. I am of a race, long dead, save us two. A race that is so forgotten that even I know not their name. It is always the same with each child... they are born twins. Both are extrodenarily gifted in the magical arts. But only one of the two has a soul. I am with... and Sabal-Gah is without.

On the day three days prior to the wedding he cast an illusion about him. He appeared to any as if he were myself. He went into the home of our father and burnt it to the ground, my parents with it. They thought... at the end... that it was I who killed them.

But that wasn't enough for Sabal-Gah. He couldn't kill me, he knew that. We were both perfectly equal in skill and ability. He went to the castle and killed the princess... still guised as myself. I hear that he raped her first... then tore off her appendiges, then her arms and legs... I hear that by the end of it there was too much blood and little enough body to identify. If not for being in her room... and the diamond engagement ring... they never may have."

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 15, 2004 - 04:14 pm

"That's terrible...," said Hashin sadly, his words deliacte. "So...what did you do?"

Posted By: Magus Sep 15, 2004 - 05:23 pm

"I did all that I could do. I ran. I ran after Sabal-Gah to avenge my family... my family that would have been. I couldn't even attempt to speak with the king, he was too convinced that I had killed his daughter.

My master, a most powerful necromancer, gave me my jewel of Orceth, and a map that would show me anything I wished to find. I knew that Sabal-was going after the second, I went there to meet him. Along the way I came across Jacatour and we made quite the pair.

In the end Sabal-Gah got away with the jewel. Once again we were too evenly matched to make a decisive victory and he fled to find the third and final gem, the one we are questing for now."

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 16, 2004 - 05:22 am

"Did you go after him?"
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Posted By: Esioul Sep 16, 2004 - 08:15 am

Judith made a face at Tzerek.
"I'd quite like to get out of here until they put us on trial or whatever, flower, because I'm busy."

Posted By: Magus Sep 16, 2004 - 11:48 am

Shabel-Grah looked solomly at Hashin. "I am here, am I not? Why did you think I started this quest in the beginning?"

Posted By: ForeverZero Sep 16, 2004 - 02:07 pm

"There are at least seventeen guards somewhere in the vicinity of this cell," Tzerek explained to the woman, "most of which quited skilled in swordsmanship. We will have to deal with them even if we do escape."

Unseen, his smile became wider, but it was Gharab's smile, expressed through the shared soul.

"I personally like those odds."

He put his knife in a ready position, and held his free hand a few inches away form it. Then, as if the weapon turned to liquid, it pulled apart, various stretched of "skin" still trying to attach the new knife to its twin, until finally the illusion was ripped form its host. He handed the knife to Judith with crimson eyes of seriousness.

"It will disappear in roughly twenty minutes," he explained.

Suddenly, he sprang to his geet, Gharab cawing in protest as he took to the air, only to land back on Tzerek's shoulder.

He approached the cell door, examining the lock and its composition. Indeed, this couldn't be too hard.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 16, 2004 - 06:38 pm

"Ah...Tzerek, what are you doing?" Hashin didn't think it would be wise for them to try and escape. "If you get caught you'll get the rest of us into trouble. We'd best use our wits, not our hearts in this matter."

Posted By: ForeverZero Sep 16, 2004 - 08:09 pm

He's right. Its best not to risk getting killed before your time. Besides, it shouldn't be too hard talking our way through this trial. Many of us re quite persuasive, Gharab said to Tzerek. He obeyed and say back down, and shrugged.

Besides, he was in no hurry. In any case he had to obey Gharab, he was his mentor of sorts. If anyhting, Tzerek was the familiar here.

Posted By: Esioul Sep 17, 2004 - 10:51 am

Judith was looking at the knife. "Interesting" she said. "Not real. Now what?"

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 17, 2004 - 11:06 am

"Now you go to court," spoke a guard from the door.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 17, 2004 - 11:06 am

**The Royal Courtroom. Cathedral-like, with wide and richly designed orders, with a golden throne standing beside a slightly lower silver chair, facing the room. To either side are multiple benches for the crowds, while for the accused are several tall benches. These are reached through a beautiful vault, which reaches down as dividers along the deep blue marble floor.**

The men and women were led onto the benches, and before them stood Shabel-Grah, as two guards stood to either side of him. Several old mages were also present, to guard against any magic spells. Everyone stood as the Judge entered, and older man with long white hair and a thin gray beard, and Horns were sounded as then entered the King of Avanoor, richly dressed in a purple gown, carrying a white staff.

“All HAIL King Banyon!” spoke one the servants, and the room bowed to him. He sat, looking dignified, as a true king, but also deeply enraged and eager for justice.

“To BEGIN,” spoke the Judge, as all sat, “we are here today on the trial of one Shabel_grah, once a cleric of Summot in our own kingdom, and now a Necromancer, traveler, and unwelcome horseman. Unwelcome, because he is charged with the rape and murder of Princess Avelynn, daughter to the king.” A stream of gasps, cries, and chattering came over the gocking crowds. The judge banged his gabble. “IF YOU’D PLEASE…” he said to them, clearing his throat. “This is, of course, and unusual case of high importance. The prosecution will have the right to question the accused, after he has been given chance to defend himself.” This was followed by a long, bitter silence. “Well, sir…“ he spoke to Shabel-Grah. “Proceed.”

Posted By: Magus Sep 17, 2004 - 12:43 pm

Shabel-Grah rose formally. He mustered as much of a commanding position as he could. He would have to use up the reserves of his eloquence in order to talk his way out of this. King Banyon was a good man; a good king. But his daughter was horrably raped and murdered, her body desecrated, justice illuding him all the while. He was starving for some justice; parched for an antagonist. He NEEDED somebody to hang for this, if only for the sake of his own mind.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 17, 2004 - 02:10 pm

The king gave him a cold, invading stare. They had of course known eachother once, but that was a time ago. He eagerly waited for the wizard's words.

Posted By: Magus Sep 17, 2004 - 02:36 pm

Shabel-Grah returned the look given by King Banyon. It was not one of hate or malice or hard feelings; not even one of contempt. It was a strong will steely stare, like a firm shake of the hand. It showed to all that he would not go down idle of tongue or idle of action.

"I stand before you, accused of a most grievous crime; a crime demanding of justice. It is a crime that is most intollerable in nature and Appauling in its own right! But I stand before you all an innocent man! We, my companions and I, all stand before you as innocent as passive lambs accuse of slaying a wolf!"

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 17, 2004 - 02:42 pm

Hashin didn't like any of this. He was a backwoodsman, and didn't care for all the hustle and bustle of the city, and he certainly didn't like standing up there with the accused. He closed his eyes, focusing on the thoughts of the king. Maybe he could persuade him into easing up on them. A couple of the mages turned and looked to him. Sensing their stares, Hashin stopped his attempt.

Posted By: SirJill Sep 17, 2004 - 04:09 pm

Rowena edged over to Hashin. "What did you just do?" She whispered, her eyes fixed on the king and Shabel-Grah.

Posted By: Magus Sep 17, 2004 - 06:08 pm

"Would you, in your anger, slay this sheep? Would you go to it and tell it its crime and flog it to death? Would you come to me, accuse me of raping she who should be my wife. Would you tell me that I came and took her? That I killed her and desecrated her body? Would you do this? Would you not believe your senses and your minds themselves? Are you ruled by your blind passion? By your mindless rage? Would you not see the truth before you?"

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 17, 2004 - 07:02 pm

"Nothing," sighed Hashin. "They've got everything covered."

Hashin was moved by Shabel-Grah's speech, but he could see that the court was not. He waited to see what he would say next.

Posted By: Esioul Sep 18, 2004 - 01:50 am

Judith was bored. Not a new feeling for her, but she didn't like being bored in front of all these posh people.
"Look." she said, crossly and loudly. "He's not guilty, and nor are we. Can't you see how upset he is?" she said as dramatically as she could, pointing at Shabel-Grah. "His future wife is killed horribly- he has to give up on his former life as a result- he feels grief-stricken and furious- is this not enough? Is it not enough for him to feel these things? It hardly seems necessary to worsen the wound by accusing him of something he is not guilty of."

She walked over towards the king, pleased to find that she was a little taller than he was. She looked down at him reprovingly.
"True, it is possible for kings and judges and those in power to make mistakes- to accuse the wrong man. But we all know about powerful people, don't we?" She stared around the room. "A weak man gains power; it is no longer sufficient to make him feel happy and important; so he takes more, and more, and more. Even cruel actions like accusing an innocent man seem like power to a petty king."

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 18, 2004 - 05:15 pm

The judege banged his gabble. "Silence. You speek out of turn. You will be quiet until spoken to, or you will be removed from the court room." He looked back to Shabel-Grah. "Is that all that you have to say on your defence? Every person on charges of this nature pleads innocenece. That does NOT impress. You are accused with the charges of rape and murder, Shable-Grah. Where were you when these terrors occurred? Have you any evidence, witnesses, or anything what so ever to give in your defence?"

Posted By: Magus Sep 18, 2004 - 09:14 pm

Shabel-Grah looked at the King, not at Judith. He would have to maintain some degree of control if he could manage to get him, all of them, cleared and freed.

"If it would please you, I do have witnesses to call and evidence to bring forth. The first witness that I would like to call in my defense is The Princess of Avanoor."

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 19, 2004 - 06:25 pm

The judge looked appauled. The room gasped. The king snarled, yet there was a faint gleam in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" inquired the judge, coldly. "The princess is ... no longer amung us."

Posted By: Magus Sep 20, 2004 - 11:52 am

Shabel-Grah gave a simple smile to the king and gathered crowd. "Do you forget my truest merit, milord? Do you not recall my mtrade? I am a necromancer. I can, for a time, recall her spirit to the land of the living. But... I shall require her body."
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Postby Neurolanis » Thu Apr 14, 2005 9:14 am

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 20, 2004 - 12:22 pm

"OUTRAGEOUS!" came the judge. "I shan't allow it!"

"Wait," said the king, silently. "If he truly isn't the murderer, I wish to know, so that the REAL murderer may be caught. Her body is in a protective capsule, in the Royal Chapel. I wish it to be brought here, strait away!"

After a time, the body arrived. The capsule was placed before Shabel-Grah.

"No tricks," warned the judge. "Our mages are experts and will detect any ... deceit."

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 20, 2004 - 12:23 pm

Hashin smiled to himself, guessing what Shabel-Grah was about to do.

Posted By: Magus Sep 20, 2004 - 12:53 pm

Shabel-Grah bowed deeply and humbly. "I thank you milord, from the bottom of my heart and soul. I assure you, no false testimony will be given. Her soul will return, noncorporeal, understand. But she will give honest testimony as to what happened that day."

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 20, 2004 - 01:04 pm

"That is for ME to decide," said the judge.

Posted By: Magus Sep 20, 2004 - 01:07 pm

"Yes, milord. I apolagize onmy behalf on my prudish arogance. Please, I beg, forgive me." He gave another deep bow to the magistrate. It was unwise to make enemies of their kind.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 20, 2004 - 01:10 pm

"Well," said the judge, adjusing his place upon his seat with a pompous face, "the court forgives. Lets get on with it then."

Posted By: Magus Sep 20, 2004 - 01:10 pm

"Yes, milord. As so the court wishes."

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 21, 2004 - 05:44 am

Hashin crossed his arms, curious to see the result.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 23, 2004 - 05:36 pm

rieze had kept quiet the entire time they'd been taken prisoner. she judged that it would be in their best interests if she stayed that way for a while. her kind were not trusted in these parts and she hoped they'd assume she was human and glance over her. in the case of an emergency, her wrist daggers were heavy and cold against her skin.silence was key .

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 23, 2004 - 06:36 pm

The body of the princess came to sit up, staring blankly out. The room came to a shocked gasp. "He speaks the truth," said she, her voice deep and electric, as if from beyond her own body. "He is innocent. I was murdered by a man who appeared as he, but was not."

The judge rose to his feet, in utter amazment. He looked to the king, who sat with a strange sorrow upon the throne. The judge then looked to the court's wiards, who nodded to verify the athentic personality of the princess, and then to her half-risen body. "D-do you mean to say that ... someone who looked like him, but wasn't, killed you?"

"I do."

"But who? Who?"

"His brother." The room gasped. The king frowned, but was thoughtful. "Sabel-Grah took on his appearance and murdered me. I knew it when it happened. I could sense it was not Shabel-Grah. He was true, and would never have harmed me. He loved and honored me. Of that, no one should have any doubt." The head turned to the king, whose eyes became wide with near-hysteria. "Especially you, father."

"Then," spoke the judge, "if ... if it weren't Shabel-Grah, but his brother taken on his pysical appearance, then ... why were you murdered?"

"To get revenge on his brother." The body explained the issue of Sabel-Grah having no soul, and his will to destroy his brother. "He wished to frame him."

The king rose, and the judge became silent and sat. "Where is he now?" the king asked.

"I know only what was, not what is. I am the echo of your daughter's soul. I report what she had known."

The judge lowered his head in contemplation. Everyone seemed to look upon him eagerly. At last he rose his head to Shabel-Grah, his eyes watery, and baring great symphathy. "I ... apologise," he said, much to the shock of the court. "I see now ... the unmistakable truth ... that you are innocent. We will begin a world-wide search for your BROTHER instead. I over-ride this court's power and find you innocent as you stand. You are free to come and go as you please, like your friends. Any information that you could give this court on the whereabouts of your brother would be appreaciated."

With that, the king sat.

"The ruling is so passed," said the judge. "But by law, you are still to be held on suspicion, as no man charged with such a crime can be released until the guilty has been found, trialed, and punished."

"UNLESS a price is paid in full of two hundred tawnies, and the word of a Lord of the Court is given that the suspected fellow will not run from further inquireies. And I so pay it, and give it." The man placed a bag of coins upon the prosecution's table, who inspected it, and looked to the judge with exceptance. The man was tall with a dark beard and a red gown.

"The word of Lord Shael is so taken," spoke the judge. "And accepted."

**Outside the court. The riders are given their horses, and are met with Lord Shael.**

"I am glad to see you freed," he spoke to them. "And, it is an honour to meet you all."

Posted By: Magus Sep 23, 2004 - 07:07 pm

"We graciously thank you for your help in our matter, Lord Shael. We have rather pressing business that must be immediately attended to." Shabel-Grah said, speaking his thanks.

He willed the magical orb, purple; like a large translucent grapefruit, to place Jacatour across his saddle. He was still unconcious, but beginning to show signs of waking. It might be a day or so, his wounds, grievous as they were, before he woke into conciousness. But it was at least less severe then it had been during his previous encounter.

"And he thanks you also; and would voice his thanks, if he had power over his speach at the moment. Alas, he does not. He was wounded direly in battle. But, fear not, he will voice his thanks in due time, any day now, by the look of it. That is, if you'd care to come with us to hear it spoken. I assume it was more then mere generousity that guided your hand to arrange our release."

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 23, 2004 - 07:31 pm

"Indeed. An old friend of mine had asked me to assist you. He asks to remain anonymous, but says that he will catch up with you. He says that you two have much to talk about. It's good to have friends in moments such as these. Just where are you headed to? Or, is that a secret?"

Posted By: Magus Sep 24, 2004 - 03:56 am

"I'm sure we may be able to discuss that in palaver. For now, though, I'm afraid that must be kept in the dark."

Posted By: SirJill Sep 24, 2004 - 02:34 pm

Rowena had kept quiet but had been observing their 'savior' seriously. She wasn't quite sure if she recognized him but there was something about him that set off bells. And they were not happy bells. She kept her place holding the reins of her horse and watching the others talk. If nothing she seemed to have learned silence.

Posted By: Magus Sep 24, 2004 - 02:55 pm

Shabel-Grah saw the alarm in Rowena's eyes, gods knows he felt it, too. Who could he be associated with that would assist them in such a way?

"Where do we make for, Lord Shael? We best be off and make while light is still out for us to see by."

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 24, 2004 - 05:47 pm

"I know not your direction," spoke Lord Shael. "I'll wish you good luck. The afternoon grows thin. Those dark clouds to the north look ... rather unpleasing."

Posted By: SirJill Sep 24, 2004 - 06:29 pm

Rowena was now more sure of herself and she clutched the reins tigher in her hands. This man rang a bad chord with her. She knew she was naturally suspicious, but this man...he positively made her want to jump out of her skin. Unvoluntarily she took a step backward and then quickly regained her ground; embarassed. She would ask this man before he left if he had ever been involved. But first--she would ask Gregory.


No repsonse. She tried again.

Gregory, do you know this man?

Still nothing. Her hand convulsed around the reins in frustration and her horse snorted, moving away from her slightly as if sensing her distress. She tugged it forward, hoping its behaviour hadn't drawn attention to her.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 24, 2004 - 06:35 pm

Lord Shael looked oddly at Rowena. He had the look about him as one who had a bitter grape in his mouth and was eager to swallow it. He tried to hide it, yet seemed uncertain by his own thoughts.

Posted By: SirJill Sep 24, 2004 - 06:44 pm

It was time to act. She felt it. It was time to act--to confront him, to ask. Her palms were damp and there seemed to suddenly be a fullness about her throat as a question produced itself in her mind.

What will happen if I ask? What if he was involved? Will...he try to take me back?

But the words tumbled from her mouth before she could stop herself, consequences or not. "Were you involved with an experiment at The Compound?" She demanded.

Posted By: Magus Sep 24, 2004 - 07:35 pm

Shabel-Grah was taken aback at her straight-forwardness. He hadn't expected this from her. He had reserved his own suspisions and opinions of this Lord, but never anything like this. Nor would he be bold enough to ask so directly. Silently he stood in reverence to her action.

But, at the same time, cursed her. Who knows what high estate or lordship this Shael descended from. Who knew precisely what his stature was? How could she act so boldly on how little they knew of him... of how much he had thus far kept in shadow? How could she risk her life... their lives... with such careless questions and such a half-hazard demeanor.

But, still... her courage to ask such questions. She was an unusual breed, that much was sure. She was either a naive gilly... or a desperately courageous woman.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 25, 2004 - 06:37 am

"Compound. I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."

Several guards approached, with two officers of the court. "You are needed on some technical matters," spoke one.

"The laws of the Ferals do not apply to our own, if they were in -- "

"The king has decided to overlook that factor."

Lord Shael sighed. "Duty calls. Good luck," he said, glancing to Rowena, "and perhaps ... we'll meet again." He then returned to the court.

"Lets get out of this city," said Hashin. "By late evening we could be at the cemetery."

Posted By: Magus Sep 25, 2004 - 06:43 am

"Yes, the light is waning already. We should move on." The sky, as if to confirm this, changed to a slightly rosier tint.

"Shall we be off?" He said, mounting his horse, that old white mare with the intelligent eyes.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 25, 2004 - 07:35 am

**A pasture in the woods, a good ten miles from the city. It is early evening, the sky darkening.**

Hashin came to a stop. A fat foot print was before him, impressed in the ground. It seemed rather large for a Human's. "What do you make of this?" he asked the others.

Posted By: Magus Sep 25, 2004 - 07:42 am

Shabel-Grah dismounted from his horse. He crossed the distance between him and Hashin and crouched down at the footprint in the ground.

He was no expert on footprints. He had never cared particularly for the study. But this one he knew. He knew it very well. He expressed all of his thoughts into one word.


Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 25, 2004 - 07:47 am

"Orc?" came Hashin, confused. "What would Orcs be doing ... " Hashin's eyes grew certain. The answer was obvious. "The print is new. It was made ... very recently."

Posted By: Magus Sep 25, 2004 - 07:59 am

"Yes. And I'm certain we both know the only reason why Orcs would be this far out at such a time as this. I think we're ebing lead by our ears here. I think they want us to follow. Otherwise they could have concealed the print. It was made to be followed."

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 25, 2004 - 08:37 am

"Curiosity killed the cat," said Hashin. "Should be ignore it, or perhaps try to sneak around him?"

Posted By: Magus Sep 25, 2004 - 08:43 am

"But satisfaction brought him back. I think we should take on other council." Shabel-Grah said, as he turned away from the footprint and went to where Jacatour was on his mount.

Gently he pulled him off and face up on his back. He stood over his friend, hands outstreatched, and chanted a spell of healing.

While natural healing and rest is always preferable to magically induced rest and healing, it does offer the speed of recovery. And if Yissam Snizwatt is drawing them to him, then they will need every able body they can muster, Jacatour most of all.

"VETRA MORTRA CARAE-VISRO!" Jacatour's body glowed a soft and blurry white. This color receeded as he began stirring.

Slowly his eyes opened and he sat upright.

"We have trouble, my friend." Shabel-Grah began. "And it concerns you."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 25, 2004 - 09:25 am

when Shabel-Grah left the place where Hashin crouched, Rieze crept over to see the print for herself. it was quite definately an orc print and rieze felt herself shiver involuntarily. her iron-like composure had been weakened considerably by their time in the city and the court. and now, the feeling she was getting from this print, it was causing her to crack. with another involuntary shiver, Rieze straightened again and strode past the crouching shaman. she didnt even spare him a backwards glance.

while the others watched the rolc called jacatour restored with the necromancer's magic, Rieze fluidly slipped into the form of a lithe panther. she didnt particularly like felines, but their sight was excellent, especially in the waning hours of the evening. she slipped into the woods silently, hoping the others wouldnt notice her dissapearance. they hadnt spared her much notice before so she assumed she would not be missed.

shabel-grah was obviously the leader here, he others seemed to tag along to satisfy his every whim. yes, there was something odd about the woman rowena, but the ones who caught her attention were the klundors and the woman called judith. Rieze recognized the tortured, but still fighting spirit. not much unlike her own. perhaps she'd found an ally.

Posted By: SirJill Sep 25, 2004 - 11:45 am

Rowena noticed a slight movement off to the side but paid it no attention. Jacatour was waking up and she wanted to speak with him. It would be the first time they had seen each other after he had fled. She wanted to know why.

After an uncertain pause that surprised her she stepped forward so she was standing just behind Shabel-Grah, looking over his shoulder.

Posted By: Magus Sep 25, 2004 - 12:39 pm

Shabel-Grah looked at her. He noted her unease, the troubled look about her. He gave a warm and reasurring smile and turned again to Jacatour.

"I hate to spring this upon you at such a time, but you need to know. Your brother is nearby. He seems to be leading us to him. We knew he'd be after you. I figured you'd have to be woken."

Jacatour gave a grim laugh at this. "Did you think he'd lead ye to him? Nay. He wanted me roused. For what sport can be made of me while I lie as if dead on some •••••• steed. He wanted me woken. He will come to me on his own time."

Posted By: SirJill Sep 25, 2004 - 12:54 pm

Rowena didn't quite see Shabel-Grah's nod. She was entirely focused on Jacatour and what he had said. Yissam was coming back? When did he appear? That must be it, she thought. Jacatour and Yissam must have battled. But...neither of them are dead. I didn't expect that.

She folded her hands behind her and kept her brown eyes on Jacatour.

Posted By: Magus Sep 25, 2004 - 12:57 pm

Jacatour looked at Rowena, that grim laugh of one knowing he will die, along with its macabre smile, vanished from his face the moment he met her eyes. For what felt like a fortnight he couldn't find the words to speak.

"What... what troubles you?" He managed to ask.

Posted By: SirJill Sep 25, 2004 - 12:59 pm

Rowena herself laughed. "What troubles me?" She shook her head and moved a few steps closer standing in front of Shabel-Grah. "Jacatour, I want to apologize." She said quietly.

Posted By: Magus Sep 25, 2004 - 02:56 pm

Jacatour couldn't help but lose some of his control... some of his stolidity. "Why? What have you to apalogize for? I am the one who... who nearly killed you. I am the one who couldn't even come to apalogize for it before. What cause have you to apalogize? What ill will have you shown towards me?"

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 25, 2004 - 06:01 pm

"What troubles ME is a strange feeling," added Hashin. "We are all in danger. We need a course of action."

Posted By: SirJill Sep 25, 2004 - 06:04 pm

"Jacatour--I couldn't keep hold of Gregory, I couldn't force him back and I...did something that seriously endangered the entire party. Even for a time afterwards I was still not able to control him. This endeavor cannot have that." She blushed slightly, almost...angrily, if that was possible. "I let him take over which is unacceptable. You would not have to act as you did if I had not lost control."

Posted By: Magus Sep 25, 2004 - 07:26 pm

Jacatour looked deeply into Rowena's eyes, as if searching her very soul for whatever answer he sought. Then slowly, yet unexpected in any way, he pulled her closely to him in a tight embrace. He comforting whispered into her ears.

"Do not apalogize for that which ye have not control over. Ye have nothing for which to be sorry for. I do. I know sorrow and I know loss. Pray that ye never know these the way I have. Pray that ye retain that which makes ye beautiful, ye're innocence. Pray not lose that. Do that, and whatever burden or sin ye think upon yerself will be forgiven."

Posted By: Esioul Sep 26, 2004 - 03:11 am

'I don't have time to watch this' Judith thought, glancing after the shadows that Reize had retreated into. Quietly, unnoticed, she strolled after her, stepping softly, moving away from the others.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 26, 2004 - 06:09 am

Hashin looked about the bushes. He found serveral more foot prints. "They make it too obvious," said Hashin, thoughtfully. "Unless ... the intention is to throw us off, or to keep us in one place while they move in around us?"

Posted By: SirJill Sep 26, 2004 - 06:18 am

Rowena swallowed and hugged him back, being obviously, taken by surprise. It was the last thing she had expected from Jacatour. It was the last thing she expected herself to do.

"Listen, Jacatour, you know we can't afford this. We can't afford to have someone who is a danger to the whole party. What I did is not forgivable. I DO have control over him, most of the time." She swallowed again. "I am afraid that it will happen again--at some cucial moment and it will get us all killed. I don't want that. I couldn't stand everyone's deaths because I lost that control." She met his eyes seriously, and pulled away slightly. "Jacatour, if I start acting strangely, promise me that you'll do someting. Stop me somehow, tie me up, make me unconscious--anything to stop me from doing something that might endanger everyone else."

Posted By: Magus Sep 26, 2004 - 06:23 am

"Do ye think ye be the only one of this party a danger to us? Yissam is a constant threat to us all. He wouldn't think twice about killing everyone here just to have me by his side. Shabel-Grah, his brother wouldn't think about killing us all for the sport of it. Ye are not alone when it comes to putting others at risk."

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 26, 2004 - 06:35 pm

Hashin thought about the situation.

Posted By: Magus Sep 26, 2004 - 06:41 pm

"Do ye get my meening? Do ye understand? I would treck from here to Hell, and from Hell back for you, or any other man, woman, or beast I am party to. My trust and honor are not gifted easily, and yet all here have earned it, you, mayhap, most of all."

Posted By: SirJill Sep 27, 2004 - 03:57 am

Rowena looked down. She bit the inside of her cheek and nodded, moving backwards. "I suppose you are right." she murmured. "We all have our burdens that we've brought to this and mine just decided to **** me over now." She blinked, catlike and then returned her gaze to him, "Thank you." She said quietly.

Posted By: Magus Sep 27, 2004 - 12:46 pm

"No thanks be given. We all have our crosses to bear. But we all must rise to its challenge. I don't think many have ever worn one so burdening as yer's. None should no that kind of burden." It seemed to him as if he spoke not through his mouth, but, rather, through his very soul.

Posted By: SirJill Sep 27, 2004 - 03:01 pm

She shook her head, "There's always something worse. Always. Goddess knows I've learned that." But she was just speaking to fill space. Something in his words made her insides shiver. SHe wasn't sure what it was, but this was a different side of Jacatour, one she never thought she'd see.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 27, 2004 - 03:08 pm

Rieze knew she was being followed, she could sense it. she grinned mischeviously and dissappeared into the shadows. she let her panther form slip away and her human-esque form took shape, stretching on a rock as she waited for judith to find her.

A soft, high fluting melody seemed to fill the forest. Rieze's hidden talent, singing. she was weaving magic into the melody and pulling judith to her. she wouldnt want her to get lost. . .

in the dark of the evening and the close density of the forest, sitting, waiting for a possible ally, was Rieze. The Last, Lost Sharah.

Posted By: Magus Sep 27, 2004 - 05:29 pm

"Yes, indeed there will always be a path worse then the one already taken. But that, in its own way, is reasuring to me. It meens that there is forever a better path, one that will take us to the higher ground, if we deign to take such a course."

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 28, 2004 - 05:26 am

**In a naturual clearing in the woods. Hashin quietly steps over the west-side, hoping to fool Yissam, whose Herk prints seemed to want to lead them in on the other side. Yissam was talking with Lord Shael**

Lord Shael laughed, trying to keep quiet. "It is good to see you, old friends. Oh, the times we used to have. I do have trouble understanding this, however. You'd risk life and limb for a brother who denounces you? Why bother?"

Posted By: SirJill Sep 28, 2004 - 07:20 am

Rowena opened her mouth and then shut it, stepping back. She smiled weakly at him and then turned back to her horse, fussing with the straps on the harness. She was clearly at a loss of what to say. She had never been in this situation before and wasn't sure how to react. So she did what she had always done; distanced herself.

Posted By: Magus Sep 28, 2004 - 11:54 am

Yissam gave a strong smile. Already the wounds he had received were healed, for the most party, anyway. He was in good health and good enough spirits. "You ask me why. I ask you why not. He is the last of my kin. And he is far the better of any other foe I have met in battle, despite his human blood. He is far the superior of any of my Orc elites. He already challenges me in streangth, but has much time yet to develope his skill. Oh, the potential in him! I love him the way any elder brother ought. I sometimes have to rectify the errors he makes and help show him the light."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 28, 2004 - 12:21 pm

Rieze, a novice in reading auras, spread her awareness out, far into the forest. she hadnt expected to sense anyone else, but she did. she slid gracefully from the fallen tree trunk in surprise. what were two men and an orc doing so close together in the forest. they werent far off, either. she recognized one of the auras as Hashin, the shaman. rieze remembered how shifty his eyes had been, how she sensed a secret to the odd shaman. she didnt like it. what was Hashin doing with an orc? rieze had nothing against rolcs, but she hated orcs. . .

she knew she wouldnt want to draw them to her, so her singing faded out, the forest deathly quiet, the birds shamed into silence. judith better find her soon, it would be a good idea to have someone to watch her back if the party noticed her existence. rieze was agnostic by nature, but at that moment, she prayed they wouldnt.

Posted By: Magus Sep 28, 2004 - 05:34 pm

Yissam paused, partially for effect, but partially due to the silence. That wonderful siren-song he had been enjoying had suddenly and unexpectedly stopped. Someone was near, someone who shouldn't be.

"Do you get my meening, Lord Shael?"

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 28, 2004 - 05:36 pm

"You know I am loyal to you, my friend," said Lord Shael. "And that I certainly would offer to assist you in any way that I could, only, well, it would not be wise for me to do so in this case. Things may get ugly, and I am no warrior, any road."

Posted By: Magus Sep 28, 2004 - 06:01 pm

"Yes." Yissam said, chuckling slightly in good humor, "And besides, this is a family matter. I would take no assistance from any, whether it's you or a seasoned Orc veterin. It will be private, a duel in the ways of our father's fathers."

Posted By: SirJill Sep 28, 2004 - 06:13 pm

Rowena frowned slightly and pulled the saddle tigher on her horse. After a moment she mounted and took the reins in her hands, shooting a disturbed look at Jacatour before riding off into the woodland.

Posted By: Magus Sep 28, 2004 - 06:27 pm

Jacatour sighed. He was never really any good at talking with women. It was almost as if they were another species then he.

Of course in this case she actually WAS another species. And he always had an easy time talking with... with Aliandra.

He was assaulted with a sudden pang in his heart. He knew now how close both of them were, Rowena and Aliandra. They were both so strong. They were both highly intelligent and capable. And they are both beautiful beyond compare.

No, no she isn't. She can't be so like her. They are two completely dissimiler people.

And yet they were that close, that exact. They were practically the same woman; both so strong and willful. He knew that if she were to die he would hunt down her killer. He would hunt him down like he hunts Yissam still.

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 28, 2004 - 06:27 pm

"Where is she going?" asked Hashin.

Posted By: SirJill Sep 29, 2004 - 06:49 am

Trees flew by Rowena as she urged her horse forward, ever onward. An escape. She needed an escape from Jacatour and most of all from her feelings. I don't know what I'm feeling, I don't know what I want.

But there was some subconscious that told her it wasn't that she didn't know it was that she didn't want to know. Jacatour had brought up something she had pushed back for a long time. Anger was the only emotion she could allow herself but this was a softer, gentler emotion. She had to get rid of it; otherwise it would end up killing both of them.

So she rode. The forest became a green a brown blur with only occasion of color. What she needed now was time. Time to sort it all out.
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Postby Neurolanis » Thu Apr 14, 2005 9:18 am

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 29, 2004 - 08:11 am

Rieze felt someone else in the forest, the woman rowena, she was moving fast, running from something, no doubt bringing the others behind her.

'fantastic!' thought rieze as she abandoned the thought of allying herself with judith. she focused her power and returned her attention to the two men and the orc.

the orc was suspicious of something, he'd probably heard her song stop. inwardly, rieze swore. how could she have been so stupid and careless to give herself away? Rieze got the slight impression that the man, shael- 'was that the lords name?'- and the orc were not aware of Hashin. so, hashin was not friends with the orc. maybe he wasnt so bad after all. in any matter, Rieze wanted someone at her back with all of this strange coincidence taking place. if the shaman had secrets, rieze would be wary. playing with the shadows, rieze amost became invisible. she followed the aura to the hidden man and slipped beside him, out of the shadows and into earshot of the orc and the fancy lord. hashin looked surprised but before he could speak, she held a finger to her lips and sent a silent thought to him. "who are they? friends or foes?" she hoped the shaman knew how to communicate through thought-speak, whispering was indeed very risky.

Posted By: Magus Sep 29, 2004 - 09:57 am

Yissam knew that they were not alone. And why should they be? He had lead them here, had he not?

He sniffed the air, once, twice and then thrice. There was a definate odor about. It was human. Not Lord Shael, but other's, several by his guess.

But what had attracted him most was the sound. It was the beating of a horse's hooves, the sudden halt of the song, and the silent swearing of a man. Surely they all could benefit from a friendly palaver.

"You may come out now, humans." He said in a calm and steady voice, trying his hand at being friendly and inviting. "I know you are in hiding, and doing quite well at it to. But it is not wise to underestimate the senses of an Orc Warlord. Why not come out and around the fire, it is quite warming and the sun sinks fast. Why do we not palaver like civilized people?"

Posted By: SirJill Sep 29, 2004 - 02:52 pm

Rowena realized with the sudden shock of a humanlike voice that she was no longer in the wild woodland. She pulled the reins up slightly and dug in with her heels, stopping the horse. She looked around blankly for a moment and then her mouth dropped open at the sight of Lord Shael. "You..." She gasped.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 29, 2004 - 04:36 pm

Rieze knew they were in trouble, the voice was Rowena's. she winked at hashin and slipped into her least favorite form. a forest nymph. she was tall and slender, a bright blonde kind of beauty, like the sun poking through the trees. she stepped into the clearing, her song playing quietly on her lips with a sunny smile.

"as you can see, mighty lord, i am no human. this is my home and i feared for it. you will not hurt the forest, will you?" she asked innocently. she thought she played the part well, when she wanted to be, Rieze was a convincing actress, a master at deception. She sent a thought to hashin, knowing that it would be good for him to remain hidden.

'stay hidden. stay quiet.'

Posted By: Magus Sep 29, 2004 - 05:27 pm

Yissam gave another sniff of the air, and another still. He granted her a knowing smile, the smile of a father whose infant child thinks he has fooled him with the simple trick of his youth.

"I see many things... and smell them as well. Almost the moment you stepped forth your scent changed. You are no Wood-Nymph. But you do play the part expertly, shapeshifter.

You are one, are you not? Only a shapeshifter could change the way you do. Why not take your true form.

It was a good effort, though. You almost had even I fooled to your nature. And you have a lovely singing voice as well, if I may be so bold."

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 29, 2004 - 06:07 pm

Hashin remained hidden in the bushes, looking carefully over Rieze.

Lord Shael seemed confused. She looked like a real Forest Nmyph to him.

Posted By: Magus Sep 30, 2004 - 03:44 am

"The rest of you can come out now, however many of you there really are. I can make out at least two others, maybe even more. Come out and let us palaver."

Posted By: Neurolanis Sep 30, 2004 - 04:49 am

Lord Shael apperaed startled. He stepped backward a few steps.

Hashin looked to the others. What would they do?

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 30, 2004 - 12:39 pm

Rieze laughed, a sunny tinkling laugh and remained in her nymph form. she ook on a teasing, flirtatious tone of voice as she spoke, trying to distract the orc from Hashin and possibly Judith.

"thank you, mighty sir,you are far too kind. i am indeed a shapeshifter, but i will remain in this form for now, it is more pleasing to the eye." she turned her gaze to the man, who had stepped back a few steps. a bright smile lit up her nymph-like face and she winked at him, judging him as more of a hindrance than a threat. she had to think quickly. . . what should she do? she began to gather her strength, in case she may need to transform. something big maybe, or something fast and scary. rieze still had a few tricks up her sleeve.

Posted By: SirJill Sep 30, 2004 - 12:54 pm

But there was one factor Rieze could not count on: Rowena.

In fact, Rowena couldn't even count on herself. She sat on her horse, listening dumbly to the conversation between an alledged wood-nymph and an orc. She had never had much experienc with orcs, except in battle and knew that she could be wrong. But both these men looked familar. The orc was taller on her and now she was forced to make a decision.

If she got off her horse she would have more manuverabilty, more room and ease to dodge both of them. However, if she stayed on her horse she might have a better chance against the orc. But Lord Shael...

She swung off her horse, in the same movement drawing her sword and advanced on the human. Before he could move her sword was pressed against his throat.

"Tell me what you had to do with the Compound. Now." She growled

Posted By: Magus Sep 30, 2004 - 03:16 pm

"Ahh, hello again. Rowena? Is that your name?" Yissam asked as if the blade was not on his old friend's throat. Even though he could wrestle it out of hands he wouldn't. Even he could not be guaranteed to stop the blade from crossing his throat in time. "You are the woman of my brother now, are you not? He's still quite upset over the last one, you know; after what happened. Why do you not stay and palaver with us. There's a boar roasting over the fire and a barrel of ale to the side of you there. There's no need for drawn weapons here."

Posted By: SirJill Sep 30, 2004 - 03:53 pm

Rowena shoved the sword's blade closer to Lord Shael's neck. With a flick of her wrist she could very easily take his throat out and thought they all knew it. Her eyes did not stray from Lord Shael's own and she spat, "The woman of your brother? I neither know your brother, nor you. This one..." She exerted more pressure and tried to force his head up. "However is a different story. He makes need for drawn weapons. Now answer me!"

Posted By: Magus Sep 30, 2004 - 05:28 pm

Yissam gave out a monsterous laugh, not a vile laugh, but a full and bellowing one. "You know not my brother! That's too rich for a simple warrior such as I am. HE is the one who spared you of MY blade! Do you still not know him?"

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Sep 30, 2004 - 05:30 pm

Rieze's eyes widened. what was this woman thinking? she made quick, light steps, long and graceful over to rowena's side. she placed a cool hand on Rowena's sword arm.

"please, do not quarrel vit dese men. let us chat peacefully, leave violence for de garish day and de vide barbarian plains." she squeezed Rowena's arm, digging her bony fingers into the woman's flesh. her facade of tranquility slipped slightly, betrayed only by a brief flicker of purple/silver light across her dark eyes. in a blink, they were back to a cool, clear icy blue. rieze smiled sunnily, vaguely wondering why the others hadnt had the sense to flee. her power grew. . . she was wary of a fight. . . .

Posted By: SirJill Sep 30, 2004 - 06:06 pm

Rowena lashed out backwards with her arm, perhaps catching Rieze and knocking her away. "Stay out of this." She snarled and then glared at Yissam, "I was never 'spared your blade', but, perhaps if you mean Jacatour, I do know him."

Posted By: Magus Sep 30, 2004 - 06:13 pm

"So then you say he never dove between you and my beloved Angoraath? Do you say that the scar he bears along the spine of his back is not from me? Do you deny his several days lapse into subconcious?"

Posted By: Esioul Oct 01, 2004 - 01:54 am

Judith crouched behind a spiny bush, hidden. She had made herself seem as small and bush-like as possible, thinking dull, prickly bush worries about caterpillars and fire. She settled into the sensibility of the bush, and listened. Didn't look like things were going too well. When is it going to rain? Best to wait here, would be safer. When will I be able to drink again? My roots are so dry. Rowena can probably look after herself, Reize too. But can I be sure there isn't a caterpillar on my top leaves? I think I am aware of one, I wish it would go away. All right, stay here, bit cold but it's all right.

So she stayed hidden and watched.

Posted By: Magus Oct 01, 2004 - 03:48 am

The fire danced temptingly. It's warmth reached towards the outeter reaches of the bush, like a pretty woman, flaunting herself; arousing the men with her siren song to come with her.

The meat on the wild boar crackled and sizzled. It toatsed nicely and its scent filled the night air. It was about ready to be eaten.

Posted By: SirJill Oct 01, 2004 - 03:53 am

Rowena reluctantly drew away from Lord Shael and stood in front of Yissam. "He came between us, I did not ask him. As for you--that's some way to treat your kin." She snorted, and twirled her sword agitatedly.

Posted By: Esioul Oct 01, 2004 - 05:57 am

I am getting rather hot- there's a fire! Fire! Not good. Judith hastily retreated, choosing a new bush and hoping no one had noticed her move.

Posted By: Magus Oct 01, 2004 - 11:52 am

"I treat him as any elder kin ought to. I love him the way a brother ought and discipline him like he ought as well."

Posted By: SirJill Oct 01, 2004 - 12:09 pm

Rowena advanced until she was standing just inches from Yissam. "What do you know of discipline?" She growled, her hand clenching around the sword. "You are not the ruler of Jacatour's life, you do NOT control him."

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 01, 2004 - 12:37 pm

"I ... know nothing!" relied Lord Shael at last. It wasn't that convincing. "You'd best not harm me, for I am a Lord of the Court of Avanoor! To bestow harm upon my person would place you in a race of peril."

Posted By: Magus Oct 01, 2004 - 01:04 pm

Never loosing his composure he responded to Rowena. It was easy to tell he was Jacatour's brother. They were both stolid when speaking and had other like mannerisms. But Yissam clearly had not the sad trwinge to his speak, that twinge that can only come from a love lost. And neither did he have that flame, the inner fury, that his brother possessed. Only one who has nothing to live for excepting vengeance may poossess that.

Yissam had a light manner about him, firm, but not overly grounded in sorrow or anger. "And who's to say I don't control him? While he may be a man of his own accord by HUMAN standrads, he is still a minor in ORC standards. With our father dead, and his mother also, I am now his legal guardian. I may discipline him the way I see fit. It is for his own good, I hope you understand."

Posted By: SirJill Oct 01, 2004 - 05:28 pm

"By orc standards!?" Rowena thundered. "Orc standards mean nothing in this case! This is not a case of power, sir, this is a case of oppression. This is not a case of whether Jacatour is an orc or not--that makes no difference! Jacatour has been oppressed by you and your kind long enough...why can't you just leave him be?"

Posted By: Magus Oct 01, 2004 - 07:49 pm

Yissam did not fully lose his composure, but it slipped to where a slight tinge of anger accented his words. "Oppressed? We welcomed him in as one of us. But he chose to ally himself with our sworn enemies; selfish humans seeking to steal our tribal lands. I could hardly allow him, my brother, the one for whome I have guardianship over, defy his entire people, as well as I. Our laws permitted me to take his life, and many of my lessers thundered for this. But I would not have it allowed. I would only seek to have him rejoin the tribes, HIS kind."

Yissam stopped for a moment to regain his composure. When he started again he was his usual composed self.

"And when I came to collect him he resisted. I called him out to rejoin us, he refused. Battle ensued.

During the commotion a woman came from his home. I saw it in her eyes. She was the one to blame, this woman of his. I knew that if hert life ended so would my brother misguided antics.

I slew her, quick and painless. Only after did I discover that she was his wife, newlywed that very week as a matter of fact.

Not a single day goes by when I don't regret that day. Not a single moment passes when I don't wish I could go back and stay my hand. But I can't, now can I?

Her death threw him into a blind rage. I told him to think over my offer and rejoin his true kind. He rallyed the humans and met my warriors in combat, spectacular bloody combat.

My Orcs were defeated. I gathered all that I could, elites among our kind, and left the fieldof battle. I now only seek to reconcile my sins and our differences. I want to be more the brother of a kind hand. But he won't here me. His Human blood won't listen to reason and his Orc blood will only answer in battle.

So I realize that my only chance for him to rejoin his kind, to become a leader and War Chief among the last of his kind, the last of the true Full-Blooded Orcs. I only want to be with the last of my kin. Is that so hard for you to accept? Is that too much for you to allow?"

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 03, 2004 - 09:33 am

"Either way," said Lord Shael, "this doesn't involve me. So ..." He stepped away.

Posted By: SirJill Oct 04, 2004 - 09:12 am

Rowena made a wild swing at Yissam, enraged and out of control. But, despite her anger and lack of control, she was fast, and good swordswoman. There was also some natural talent involved. She shrieked, "That is no justification! How dare you kill her because she loved him! How DARE you!" She made a few more wild swings and then collasped onto the ground, breathing heavily, her sword limp in her hand. "I can't do this anymore..." she mumbled, "I don't know what's going on anymore..."

And just then, a little voice spoke in her head. I can help you Rowena, let me help you.

Posted By: Magus Oct 04, 2004 - 12:28 pm

Yissam waited calmly for Rowena to stay her hand. She seemed to tire herself out and that when he spoke once more. "I said I made a mistake, and I would gladly take it back, if I could. But I cannot alter this path I have taken. He wouldn't allow me to, and neither would I. We are both of the same blood, both two sides of the same coin. We are the last remnents of a dying race, the race of the Pure Orcs, not that stupid breed I sent upon you earlier, but the Noble Orcs with both a mind and a soul. I weep for my brother, for what he had to endure... for the times that I wasn't there for him. But, by tonight, we shall either be together, in life or in death, or separated by that very same barrier."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 04, 2004 - 03:25 pm

Rieze had slipped away as Rowena and the orc argued. she motioned to Hashin to follow her, trailing after the fleeing lord shael. he was a curious one. but, rieze soon lost him, distracted by a whosh of wind that momentarily blinded her. a voice played in her head, telling her that the man was not important, it was more important to find the others and stay with them. Rieze turned suddenly, asking hashin where the others were.

'vhere did you leave them?'

Posted By: Magus Oct 04, 2004 - 04:13 pm

Yissam noted the absence of the shapeshifter and the man. He noted it, but didn't pay them much mind. They could come and go as they pleased. But still, he thought that they would simply realize that his Orcish senses were keener then a beast's.

Posted By: SirJill Oct 04, 2004 - 06:03 pm

Rowena sat on the ground for several long minutes her head in her hands. Then, after this deliberation she got up and paced in between the trees, carelessly leaving her sword at the tree trunk she had been leaning against. After a few more minutes she looked at Yissam directly and spoke plainly. "Leave Jacatour alone."

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 04, 2004 - 06:41 pm

"Over here," said Hashin to Rieze. He came out through the bushes, seeing Sabel-Grah. Lord Shael was fleeing.

Posted By: Magus Oct 07, 2004 - 11:50 am

"And who are you to tell me what to do? Are you an Orc Warlord? Are you my queen? Are you my superior in rank? And also who are you to tell me what to do with my brother? Oh, yes. How could I have forgotten. You're his woman now. That's where your authority comes from."

Posted By: SirJill Oct 08, 2004 - 04:43 am

Rowena was stuck. Not stuck immovably, but stuck in a place where she knew she would have to pick an alternative she would not like. To put power behind her order to Yissam she would have to awknowledge that she was 'Jacatour's woman'. But...

She felt helpless. And she needed to talk to Jacatour. Now.
There was no way it was happening. She would have to make the decision on her own. With a deep breath she stood up and looked at Yissam. "I am not Jacatour's 'property' as you imply, but I promise you, if you ever touch him again you will have me to answer to."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 08, 2004 - 12:18 pm

Rieze nodded, following the man through the bushes, not sure if she trusted him or not. Her trust was a hard thing to win, Rieze had a sixth sense. And right now, her sixth sense was telling her there was something peculiar about this shaman. She didn't voice her suspicions, she was instead distracted as they found their missing companions. Hashin seemed to have found them extremely easily. Too easily almost.

‘Now Rieze, there are no grounds for such suspicions. He has shown you no hostility as of yet.' A voice in her head spoke. It was a voice from her past, her twin sister, Kieze. The two had shared a powerful bond that even Kieze's death had not managed to break. Rieze was still unsure if her dead sister was actually speaking to her from the spirit world, or if it was just her imagination, pretending to be her sensible, kind sister. Whatever it was, it put Rieze oddly at ease. So at ease that she smiled gratefully at Hashin, forgetting to veil her true smile, but not caring, focused on memories of her gentle sister.

Posted By: Magus Oct 08, 2004 - 01:15 pm

"And what would I have to deal with? It would be nothing but a silly girl whop took a fancy to my brother's company. I assure you that not even The Seven Kingdoms of Hell and all of their Darkened flames will be enough to stop what will be.

Our duel will be our last, I can assure you. If he dies, then so be it. If I die then so be it as well. If he converts then it will be all the better.

So, do you see now? What would I possably have to contend with if I am dead or have my brother by my side? And if I am forced to kill them then what challenge could you possably be. I saw earlier your battle. I saw him nearly kill you."

Posted By: SirJill Oct 08, 2004 - 03:18 pm

Rowena snorted in utter disgust. "He nearly killed me because it wasn't me fighting. And trust me, as a swordswoman I am much improved. Gregory would've been killed in an instant if my instincts hadn't known what to do. I've trained myself to react no matter what. No, I'll say it for the last time. Leave Jacatour alone."

Posted By: Magus Oct 08, 2004 - 04:16 pm

Yissam's steady voice never wavered; merely continuing on mattrer of factly, still polite and yet foreceful as ever. "Be that as it may you are no Orc Warchief, like I. If you interfere in family matters you will find yourself much agrieved... my brother also, if ye two be so close as I would take it."

Posted By: SirJill Oct 08, 2004 - 04:49 pm

Rowena moved forward, her hand itching for her sword. "Leave Jacatour alone." She said quietly. It was most obviously a threat and made clear that she was angry now. "I don't care about your reasons, stay away from him."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 09, 2004 - 10:11 am

a flare of strong anger rippled through the mingling auras that surrounded them. Rieze was well aware of it, and she knew that it would be noticed by some of the others as well. it had to be rowena, the woman, because it seemed human and came from the direction that she and Hashin had just come from. Rieze sensed danger and looked to the others, wondering what to do, if she should indeed do anything at all.

Posted By: Magus Oct 09, 2004 - 08:26 pm

Yissam stared down at this woman, calm and unintimidated. "And what would you do if I declined? What do I have to fear from you?"

Posted By: SirJill Oct 10, 2004 - 07:19 am

"You have everything to fear." Rowena answered simply.

Gregory laughed. What? You're going to unleash me on him? Hardly, Rowena. If anything you know I would support him. I am of no use to you now.

She didn't respond.

Posted By: Magus Oct 10, 2004 - 07:29 am

"Everything?" He chuckled as he mused her answer to himself. "I have everything to fear from you? I have slain dragons and slaughtered towns. I have killed warriors your equal or greater and have aid waste to entire armies. I doubt that I have much to fear from you, little miss."

Posted By: SirJill Oct 10, 2004 - 08:06 am

Rowena's face grew cold and her eyes dark and hard. She met Yissam's with a strange solemnness and spoke words she knew would condemn her. "Do you remember The Swath?" She asked quietly.

She was sure he would. The Swath had been a massacure of about six villages in the Northern territories. There had literally been nothing left except smoking ruins--not even the remains of bodies. Nothing to show that there had even been living things, save for the accounts of those who had visited before. The area had been known as a miniature bread basket, but the land was now fallow, somehow cursed by whatever, or whoever, had wiped the life clean from the area. It was only when traders came to the villages that such distruction had been discovered. And deep inside her, Rowena knew she was responsible.

The Swath had been the first time Gregory had gotten loose. And this was the first time she had spoken of it since the reawakening after.

Posted By: Magus Oct 10, 2004 - 08:56 am

"Ahhh, yes. I do remember tales of The Swath. It wasn't I who did that, though, if that's what you were to imply."

Posted By: SirJill Oct 10, 2004 - 09:08 am

Rowena laughed bitterly, fighting back the images that Gregory was trying to force on her. She shut her eyes for a moment and then said, "I was the cause of the Swath." Her eyes opened and she looked directly at him, her expression fearsome. "That is what you have to fear, should I choose to inflict it."

Posted By: Magus Oct 10, 2004 - 09:28 am

Yissam gave her a good natured smile, like a parent musing a child. "Forgive me, I beg, if I don't believe you. For I can not believe you, at least without any proof. For, you see, many have to my face taken crdit for Swath, and The Platsford, and The Lusrot, and countless other such battles and masacres. Do you have any proof to offer me?"

Posted By: SirJill Oct 10, 2004 - 09:36 am

Rowena was very still for a moment, her mind casting about for ideas. She didn't want to show him; she didn't want him to see. Did she not have anything else besides..? There had to be some proof she could give. After a few moments of more deliberation her hand dipped down toward one of the many pouches at her waist. She brushed her cloak aside and took a leather thong strung with what seemed to be six large beads.
"They are the village chieftan's rings of conquest." She whispered, "One for each village."

The grisley string wavered between them, raised by her hand, the firelight glinting off the jewels set into the rings. She gripped the string tightly, lest he try to snatch it from her grip, her other hand limply resting on her drawn sword, ready to impale him lest he try and take them from her.

"There is your proof."

Posted By: Magus Oct 10, 2004 - 09:54 am

Yissam stared at her and then the ring of beads, stolid as ever. He eyed her hand clutching her sword, he sensed the nerves about her. "Would you mind," He began, "if I had a closer look at those? You can be assured I wouldn't take them and run off into the growing dark with them. I merely want to examine them closer."

Posted By: SirJill Oct 10, 2004 - 09:58 am

Rowena reluctantly moved closer to him, lowering her hand slightly, but nonetheless holding the string out. She kept a firm hand on it, but was clearly offering them for his inspection. However she said nothing, her hand still on the same position on her sword.

Posted By: Magus Oct 10, 2004 - 10:11 am

Yissam slowly moved his hand out to grasp the beads, slow in order to show no intention of running of with it.

He grasped the beads in his hand, still being held by Rowena. He moved them around in closed palm slowly, as if massaging himself with it.

"Aye, this is indeed legitimate. You cannot simply duplicate these. They are made of human teeth; the tooth of the leader. And it has a very distinct feel, a very distinct power trapped within it. It can not be forged."

He clamly let go of the beads, still held in Rowena's hands. He leaned back on a log behind him and closed his eyes, trapped in deep thought. Finally, eyes still closed, he asked the question he had been contemplating to himself.

"How did you mannage it, the massacre of The Swath. It was nigh perfection. It was exactly as I would have done it. And yet I've seen you battle my brother. That was nothing the way I would have done it. How can you show such a contrast in skill and ability?"

Posted By: SirJill Oct 10, 2004 - 10:17 am

"That is a question to which you will have to find your own answer." Rowena said shortly. She was through with sharing her secrets. The string went back into her pouch and was tied securely before she turned her attention back to Yissam. "Now I don't need to repeat myself do I? Otherwise I unleash the forces I control on you and all yours. Somehow I don't think Jacatour will mourn you." With that she turned sharply and moved toward her horse.

Posted By: Magus Oct 10, 2004 - 10:20 am

Yissam cracked a smile and then exploded into good natured laughter. "No, I don't suppose he would. But I have seen you fight. I know your skill and it is sadly lacking. You cannot hope to kill one such as I, Swath or no Swath."

Posted By: SirJill Oct 10, 2004 - 10:32 am

Rowena stopped, her back still to him, her hands positioned in preparation to mount her horse. "Is that a challange?" She asked quietly.

Posted By: Magus Oct 10, 2004 - 12:22 pm

"Do you meen it to be one?" He retorted.

Posted By: SirJill Oct 10, 2004 - 12:54 pm

"Do I? All I can say is that it sure sounds like one." She remained motionless, still poised to mount her horse.

Posted By: Magus Oct 10, 2004 - 07:28 pm

He stared at her, strait into the very depths of her soul, it seemed. He spoke once more, this time ending their palaver."Just be warned, those who interfere in family business die at my hand. It was with his first and will be with you too, if it must be so. He and I have business this night, not you and I. Remember that and may it do you well. I would regret killing you. Let's just say you've earned my respect."

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 11, 2004 - 03:07 am

"Respect?" came Hashin, stepping forth. "What is going on here?"

Posted By: Magus Oct 11, 2004 - 04:13 am

Yissam didn't even look up from Rowena when he spoke. "Nothing, we have just finished our palaver here. That is, unless you would like to join us."
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Posted By: SirJill Oct 11, 2004 - 10:07 am

Rowena looked from Yissam to Hashin and then quickly back to Yissam. She mounted her horse and walked it over to where Hashin was standing, one hand on the animal's neck. The animal was shivering, but it calmed somewhat under her touch. When they were standing beside Hashin she offered him a hand up, not taking her eyes off Yissam. "This is over," She said, "And we are leaving. Now. Come on, Hashin." She held out her arm more insistantly.

"Yissam--should we meet again I think it will be in battle. It is one you will not win."

Posted By: Magus Oct 11, 2004 - 11:38 am

Yissam cracked a smile. "There will be water if Gods allow it. May you fare well, may you ALL fare well. I do not expect that our paths will cross again, not after tonight."

Posted By: SirJill Oct 11, 2004 - 12:39 pm

Rowena snorted and kept her arm outstreched to Hashin. "Come on."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 11, 2004 - 03:09 pm

Rieze glanced around her. where did that bothersome boy get to now? ahh, there he was, meddling again. Rieze stepped forward, knowing the orc sensed her presence. she slipped into her nymph form so fluidly that there was naught but a glimmer of her true self. if one would have blinked, they'd have missed it.

" Master Orc, i have a question for you if you dont mind. dont vorry, is not about your brother or your treatment of him. de past and sibling feuds dey do not concern me, i dont meddle in the affairs of others. it concerns a family of shapeshifters. you, honorable sir, are not affiliated vit de Rajani clan, are you?" orcs, along with the Rajanis, murdered her family and the need for revenge was still white-hot in her heart.

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 12, 2004 - 12:04 pm

"Agreed," said Hashin. He didn't speak to Yissam. He simply thought 'Jacatour will deal with you soon enough.'

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 12, 2004 - 01:41 pm

Rieze simply nodded to Rowena and Hashin, her intensely crystal-ice blue gaze locked on the orc in front of her. her power sizzled. if he said he was, she would have loved to kill him. but it seemed that was to be jacatours honor. if it came to it, she might just have to jog his memory of the cruelty she saw when her family was murdered. a scar on his arm to match her own would be nice. . .

'rieze. . . do not jump to conclusions too quickly. he seems civil enough, do the same and give him his due respect. dont prejudice yourself against all members of a species for something a few of them did.'

'it was more than a few, kieze. you should know, they killed you.'rieze thought angrily. then, she realized what she'd done. 'here it is, the first step over the edge to insanity, not only am i talking to myself, but im getting into arguments as well!' she'd managed to convince herself for the moment that the voice in her head that she imagined was her sister's was naught but her own imagination and common sense.

Posted By: Magus Oct 12, 2004 - 06:07 pm

Yissam glowered at the shapeshifter. He resented the implications. Who was she to associate him with such as the Rajani?

"Do not think me a mercinary to hire or a bounty hunter in search of work." He said coldly. "I am a War Lord of the last pure house of Orc Lords left this side of the Great Crossing. I am, in fact, the last Lord. My brother may, in time, rise to the same rank. But my Warriors and are are the last remnents of a shattered and noble people. I am not one to sell myself and my services for a glint of coin. I am no more affiliated with them then any other you would happen upon during your travels."

Posted By: SirJill Oct 13, 2004 - 04:15 am

Rowena snorted impatiently and leaned down. "Hashin! Get on the horse or I'll drag you on myself." Her eyes darted from him to Yissam.

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 13, 2004 - 07:43 am

Hashin said hello to Rieze. He then heard Rowena's comment. He said nothing at first, but did not move. "Sense when are you my commanding officer?" he asked her. His eyes seemed both bitter and suspicious.

Posted By: SirJill Oct 13, 2004 - 09:45 am

"Since I've started trying to save your life. Now get on the horse--I know Rieze can take care of herself, but I'm not so sure about you." She sighed, aggrivated, "Please?" The horse pawed and snorted nervously underneath her.

Posted By: Magus Oct 13, 2004 - 11:52 am

"I bid thee well, if thee must go." Yisaam started. "But think me not a corsairing pirate. This was simple palaver, under protection of the white flag. All are welcome to come and go as they please."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 13, 2004 - 12:15 pm

"and i dank you, kind zir, i should tink all orcs should be as kind and polite as you. I am glad you vere not affiliated vit de likes of de Rajanis. if you vere, you see, i vould have had to kill you, but sinze you vere not, de four of us can part vitout bloodshed. you have much improved my opinion of your race, Zir." Rieze bowed low to the orc lord in a sign of respect. she then turned to Rowena and Hashin who were eyeing each other with short tempers and suspicions.

"I dank you for your faith in me, Lady Rovena. from you, i tink it to be a complement. but, i tink also dat dere is more to dis Hashin den meets de eye." having said her part, Rieze shifted from her nymph form to that of a sparrow. she landed lightly on Hashin's shoulder, not wishing to tire herself with flying.

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 13, 2004 - 01:51 pm

"I should think so," replied Hashin, not meaning to be arrogant; despite his warm, gentle, and pleasant manner, he was capable of crude or great acts as well as any. He was, after all, a shaman. He mounted the horse, and turned with a sly grin to Yissam. It was the kind of grin that boasted of a fateful knowledge or insight. He then started off slowly. "Are you coming with me?" he asked Rieze, politely.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 14, 2004 - 11:57 am

the sparrow seemed to grin and bobbed its head to indicate that she was. there was something in the boys grin that made her suspicious. he had a secret. good, she wasnt the only one. then, a shudder ran through rieze, something pulled at her. wait, she knew the feeling, but was it so soon again? how foolish she had been to forget to watch the calendar! how long would she be able to hold the sparrow form? already, she felt her form start to shift, her body screaming to return to her true form.

'no, not yet. . . please, just a little longer. . . ' Rieze pleaded silently to the gods.

Posted By: Magus Oct 14, 2004 - 12:04 pm

Yissam viewed this transformation with a little bit of curiousity. He had very little knowledge of shapeshifters and had already told all he knew of them. He wondered what the problem could be.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 14, 2004 - 12:18 pm

not able to hold her form any longer, Rieze, in a whirl of bright purple light, flew from Hashin's shoulder and changed form in mid-air. her cloak caught a tree and she slid to the ground, clutching her arm, curled in the fetal position. her hair was tousled and wild long and loose around her. her eyes flashed purpley silver as she gasped in pain.

"ze curse! its ze curse! D--- the Rajanis!"

Posted By: Magus Oct 14, 2004 - 03:16 pm

Yissam stood up from his position in front of the fire. Her cursings had caught his interest, and her apparent painful state.

"What's the matter? Are you all right?" He asked in genuine concern, taking command almost instinctively, as training had taught him.

Posted By: SirJill Oct 15, 2004 - 03:48 am

Rowena was off her horse in one bound, her sword out. "You stay away from her," He hesitated in insulting him. She was angry, but if it meant they could all get out of here without a fight...?
"She's our party and I'll be d---ed if I'll let you try an take her."
She bent next to Rieze and touched her shoulder gently, hesitating again, to as Hashin for help.

Posted By: Magus Oct 15, 2004 - 12:29 pm

Yissam could hardly contain his rage. He normally didn't lose his composure like this, but this girl had treated him as if he were a foul carrion. "You think me a monster, do you not? For how can anything like myself possably assist in matter pertaining to anything other than my own ego? How can a creature, despite a soul, love or care for anything else if that thing in question is unlike yourself? I assure you that we are more alike then you may want to admit. Now let me help if I can!"

He began again, more composed and in his usual tone. "I ask the shapeshifter now. What is the matter? How can I be of assistance?"

Posted By: SirJill Oct 15, 2004 - 01:29 pm

Rowena's eyes flashed and she stood up. "That is because you ARE a monster!" She yelled, her finger shooting out to point to Rieze. "You show her more compassion than your own kin! Explain that to me, Sir! Go ahead!"

Posted By: Magus Oct 15, 2004 - 07:54 pm

"I notice that you are far more interested in turning down able and willing help then you are at finding a way to allieviate the pains of your ailing companion there!"

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 16, 2004 - 06:56 am

"Is there anything that I can do?" asked Hashin to Rieze. "I ... don't understand."

Posted By: SirJill Oct 16, 2004 - 08:40 am

"Able and willing?" Rowena snorted. "Become more able and willing to Jacatour and I will gladly accept your help. But not until."

Posted By: Magus Oct 16, 2004 - 10:17 am

Yissam glared at her for a moment, only for a moment, bt it was there. "I see you dissaprove of how I treat my brother. Why don't I hand over custody of him to you, if you think you could do better?"

Posted By: SirJill Oct 16, 2004 - 01:00 pm

"Why don't you?" She challanged. The spark in her eyes said she was angry enough to accept custody of him, something she would never do normally.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 16, 2004 - 05:25 pm

Rieze smiled weakly up at Hashin. the pain was ebbing now, good, her mind was blocking it out as it always did. should she show him? he might be able to help...

Rieze shot a glance at Rowena and Yassim; good, they seemed occupied with each other for the moment. slowly, she pulled back her cloak to show the shaman her right arm. the sleeve of her purple shirt was soaked in blood, as she knew it would be. Rieze rolled her sleeve up to expose a deep gash that was bleeding profusely.

Rieze looked up to the shaman, slowly, almost shyly. she wondered if he'd heard the rumors surrounding her scar. she worried that he wouldnt help her because of that. her deep brown eyes were pleading, a silvery purple sheen to them. she couldnt ask him for help, her pride wouldnt let her. . .

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 17, 2004 - 01:10 pm

"I'll help you," said Hashin. "But first I need to understand how exactly did you get that wound?"

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 17, 2004 - 02:25 pm

Rieze nodded slowly and her words were quiet and hesitant, out of character for her.

"the massacre. . . i was seventeen. . . i was the only survivour. they killed my whole family, everyone i knew. my sister, my twin sister. . . i tried to save her. . . the orc, he was huge, she didnt have a chance. . . but i tried anyway. . . she died, he killed her. . . oh gods, all the blood, the blood and the screaming!. . ." her voice cracked and tears glistened in her eyes but she drew a shuddering gasp and continued.

"they left me for dead but i survived, i dont know how. they cursed me, the rajanis. every year my scar opens anew. . . on the aniversary of the. . . massacre."

Posted By: Magus Oct 18, 2004 - 04:22 am

"Why don't you?" Yissam said coldly. "I wash my hands of you. But forget this not, Jacatour and I have unfinished business. And you will not interfere!"

Yissam was finished with Rowena. He had no more patience with her and, at this point, was just as likely to slit her throat as do anything else.

He turned to Reize. He arm was bloody and crimson. It was a deep gash, and long, but it wasn't anything nessecarily life threatening.

He knew that Hashin was a Shaman... or at least some kind of healier or another. He would let him heal the wound, for he certainly lacked the skills... maybe one of his Orc Shaman could, but not him. And he fealt that brining in some of his "men" may complicate the issue, with both Rowena and Reize.

He walked behind Hashin and put his hand kindly around his shoulder and spoke to him in kind words.

"ARe you ale to heal her? Is it within your abilities?"

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 18, 2004 - 06:24 pm

"Ah, I see," said Hashin. He turned to Yissam with an ocward expression. "It is. But I must get deep into her soul. It may be dangerous ... for her."

Posted By: Magus Oct 18, 2004 - 06:44 pm

"Is there anything I can do to assist. I am no cleric or mage, but I am an able and willing hand if you need it. And by the looks of it you need more than just myself." Yissam said in earnest and heartspoken speach. He didn't want to see the shapeshifter die but, even more then that, he wanted to prove to Rowena that he wasn't who she thought he was, not precisely, anyway.

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 19, 2004 - 05:50 am

"No thanks," said Hashin. "And keep your distance." He looked to Rieze. "Let's get back to the others. I'll help you there."

Posted By: Magus Oct 19, 2004 - 12:27 pm

"Fair thee well then, Shaman. I do believe that we will not meet again." Yissam said as he turned back to tend the fire.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 19, 2004 - 12:56 pm

Rieze stood slowly and unsteadily, leaning heavily on the tree behind her for support as her vision swam. when she had focused, Rieze sent her sunniest smile toward the Orc Warlord. she could see that he was a gentleman deep down. Then, Rieze turned back to Hashin and thanked him for offering to help her.

"iv you can banish de curse, i vill take any risks dat you ask. but i do not ask you to put yourself in harms vay. i have delt vit dis for many years i can survive many more. i thank you for your kind soul." Rieze's commontounge slipped a little, her accent growing heavier. she pulled a strip from her cloak and roughly bandaged her own arm, refusing help of any kind. her desire to be rid of the curse was strong, but her pride was stronger. as she bandaged, she puzzled over something that was bothering her. never before had she told any one person that much of the story behind her scar.

'the shaman must have worked magic on me' she reasoned and nodded to hashin to indicate that she was, indeed ready to return to find the others.

Posted By: Magus Oct 19, 2004 - 01:09 pm

Yissam didn't see tha kind and warm smile Rieze had thrown him. He was staring deep into the flame that slowly cooked the meat that hung from dampend spit.

He thought of the past, of what he had done and decided to do. But, mostly, he thought of his brother. He thought of Jacatour.

Have I chosen the right path? He thought. Is what I have done the right choice? Is what I will do the proper penence?

But even darker thoughts crossed his mind, crossed and clung like shodows on the night.

Can I truly bring myself to kill him, my kin... my brother? I haver avoided it at all costs, but this will be our final confrontation. This brotherly fued is killing the both of us alive? Neither can go on so long as the other breaths. I cannot live without him at my side and he cannot live with me still breathing. My only desire is to be with him, in life or in death. But if fate has destined me to walk this earth alone as my penence for her death, then so be it. There are greater forces here at work then an Orc and his Half-Human kin.

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 20, 2004 - 05:30 am

Hashin helped Rieze back for the others. For a moment he thought that he heard Shabel-Grah's voice. He stopped. He wasn't sure. "I sense ... Orcs closing in," he told Rieze. This was bad timing, but he tried to stay calm as not to upset her.

Posted By: Magus Oct 20, 2004 - 12:02 pm

"Jacatour! Slow down!" Shabel-Grah shouted, trying in vein to keep pace with Jacatour.

Jacatour had awoken from his weakness with a start. The smirk on his face was unmistakable. He knew Yissam was near, his whole scent was in the air. And in the final hours of day;ight that were left, now as crimson as his eyes, he had flown off to catch his elusive prey.


It was all in vein. Whenever a chance to avenge his love lost... his innocence lost, Jacatour was deaf to the pleads of the world.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 20, 2004 - 05:32 pm

Rieze nodded stotically as Hashin spoke of orcs. she hated most orcs, the one in the woods was an exception. she drew her scimitar with her left, strong hand just as the pain in her arm twinged horribly. the sword clattered to the ground as she clutched her arm. her sight grew hazy and reality seemed to slip away. she thought she heard Hashin speak to her, and someone touched her, trying to help or comfort her. Rieze recoiled, wanting to retreat within herself and let the world pass her by.

'Rieze. this is NOT the time. suck it up and fight through the pain. your friends will need you.'

Rieze thought she saw Kieze through the fog in her mind. she reached out to her sister, but she was gone. Rieze nodded to herself, closing her mind to the pain of her arm and returning to reality. she picked up her sword and twirled it with a grin. she felt good. revenge was what she needed and if there were orcs she would have it. her whip found its way into her right hand. the pain was completely blocked from her mind now. Rieze smiled prettily at Hashin.

"I'll be fine, ive learnt to block out de pain."

Posted By: Magus Oct 20, 2004 - 05:49 pm

Jacatour held only one thought in his mind.

Yissam Snizwatt! His mind cried. My brother is here! At long last I will have my vengeance!

He flew through the forest and darted through the trees. He didn't even hear the pleads of his good friend behind him, he was out for blood. He was seeking justice for his Aliandra.

He saw a clearing up ahead and, more then that, he saw smoke and smelled roasting meat. But even greater then that he smelled Yissam's stench. It clung to the air like dew on a leaf and stank of death.

He flew into the clearing, swords drawn. He called his war cry and bore his teeth in righteous fury.

His crimson eyes searched his surroundings. Several of the others were here. In the distance was a fire where the remains of a boar were slowly roasting on a spit, bordering on being overcooked.

The fire was unattended. He barely registered the others, the fore caught his attention, it was unattended. But it stank like the devil himself! Yissam was gone!

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 21, 2004 - 12:56 pm

"Good luck," Hashin smiled at Rieze. "Hopefully we can get out of here in one piece, or two pieces I should say." An arrow breezed past them. It stuck into the bark of a large pine tree. Pines fell over Hashin's left shoulder. He turned back for the thick bushes behind the tree. "I still sense Orcs closing in around us, yet that was no Orc arrow. It was a Klundor's. Rathsarann ..?"

A group of ten Orcs came running over a stick-covered hill with a series of snaps like a fire crackling them. These were big Orcs, heavily armored, and holding multiple weapons. These were fierce warriors, no match for normal Humans. One of these Orcs could rip a man's head off his neck. They came to a stop, looking about and sniffing loudly. Snot oozed from the nose of one of the leaders.

"The Klundors are gone again," he barked.

"I smell Human," said another.

Their heads turned about.

Hashin, hidden in the bush, looked to Rieze. "Stay here, I can deal with them," he offered.

Posted By: SirJill Oct 21, 2004 - 04:38 pm

Rowena hadn't moved from the clearing. When Jacatour flew out of the trees she had thrown herself to the side, by instinct more than anything else. When she recognized him her mouth opened in surprise and she staggered backwards, collasping onto the ground, having tripped over a log. She looked up, groping for her sword, not taking her eyes from the fight.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 21, 2004 - 04:44 pm

Rieze was not about to let the shaman face the Orcs alone. not in the least. she grabbed his sleeve to stop him, shaking her head. the pain was banished from her mind now, as she worried for her own life and that of her new friend's.

these orcs didnt seem as smart as Yassim so Rieze decided to shift to something not as threatening. 'a butterfly perhaps...yes...' she thought, switching forms almost flawlessly. a large orange butterfly flitted over to Hashin's shoulder, its right wing crumpled and broken.

Rieze Sharah did not abandon her friends when danger loomed. She was loyal, it was in her blood along with the nature to conceal her identity. However, Rieze didnt see these as weaknesses, she saw them as her own personal assets.

'lets go get us some orc!' she mused to herself silently as she wondered why such proud species as Klundors would associate themselves with Orcs. she had had a relatively high opinion of Klundors but it was starting to slip rapidly.

Posted By: Magus Oct 21, 2004 - 05:48 pm

Yissam saw the group. They were clad in the armor of Yissam's elites. They were as guilty as their foul master! The troops of the devil are not innocent from their master's crimes.

He didn't even have to think. He charged at them, flyying with blades burning red in the failing daylight. Always with his fierce cry of battle, the one word he thought every moment of every waking hour.


Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 22, 2004 - 11:18 am

Hashin was both intrigued and confused by Rieze's new butterfly form. "You expect to battle like this?" he asked her.

Orcs came from all around. They weren't coming for the kill, but to find and surround their enemy.

"No sign of that dang band of Klundors!" hissed one Orc as another leader apprached, five men at his side, dressed in black scale armour with a large axe.

The leader was about to speak, but his eye was caught by a beautiful yet injured butterfly coming up over the bush.

Posted By: Magus Oct 22, 2004 - 12:46 pm

Jacatour charged madly at the group, now several in number. He quickly analyzed the situation.

They are clad in heavy armor. This limits their speed and maneuverability. It is weak at the joints, sides and other open places, but The Brother's Fury could slice through some of that armor just the same.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 23, 2004 - 08:51 am

The butterfly flitted haphazardly over the bushes, intriguing the orcs; hoping to distract them so Jacatour and Hashin could do some damage. When Jacatour had almost reached the group, Rieze dropped her charade.

She landed on her feet, her scimitar in her left hand, her spiked whip in the other. Her long black hair whipped past her face, her silvery grey eyes shone slightly purple and her bronze skin sizzled and crackled, glowing with power. She was a dark, cold, untouchable kind of beauty. Lethal and dangerous, poised like a cat ready to strike, ready to take her revenge.

This was the last Sharah. This was Rieze.

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 23, 2004 - 09:53 am

Hashin hurried out to her side, his sword ready.

The Orcs took on a defencive stance, eadying their weapons. The sound of many more Orcs, their clammering armor, echoed over the many trees about them like a fierce roaring of a mighty river over crude rock.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 24, 2004 - 01:38 pm

Rieze crept around Hashin until they were back to back. it was always helpful to have someone watching your back when taking part in a large battle, which this looked like it very much would be. but who would strike first, and where?? it didnt matter, Rieze was ready.

Posted By: Magus Oct 25, 2004 - 11:55 am

Jacatour boren his teeth in a wicked smirk as crimson glinted in his cold eyes. He might not exact vengeance on his brother this day, but he could take it out on some of his subordinates.

He lept down and swung both katanas with blurring speed. The Orc fell in five pieces, his head, torso, legs and arms seperately hit the ground.

He brought up his left sword and blocked an attack from the nearest orc and embedded it's twin blde in the exposed area beneath his stomach. He would die slowly. Taking pitty on him Jacatour cleaved his head from his shoulders as he turned on a new figure.

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 25, 2004 - 12:31 pm

Orcs swarmed around the trees like beas around a hive. Their armour clattered like a taunting buzzing. They were everywhere, it seemed, moving in for the kill.

Hashin closed his eyes, entering into a higher state, and when they opened they appeared more animal than human, with cat-like irises and double pupils. In a wave of black he came upon a dozen Orcs who came at him in a row, wielding fat axes and rugged spears. Others held mighty single-bladed swords curved like a dragon's tail. His sword flashed over them, at a speed beyond what their eyes or minds could follow. They quickly fell under him like rag dolls, diced to pieces. His sword struck with a power beyond the shaman pysically, his form brutal yet elegant, and a great aura grew over him, both intimdating and intriging the crude Orcs.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 25, 2004 - 12:35 pm

Rieze grinned as Jacatour hewed the orcs into pieces creating a path of death. Rieze brandished her scimitar, screaming her battle-cry in a language that was almost dead. The sacred Sharah tongue.

"SIIRO NATUMGAWAE AETA SHARAH!" (for the honor of the Sharah).

Around her, Rieze spun expertly, chopping off various orc limbs as she went. Somehow, Rieze strayed from her companion, Hashin. she wasnt worried though, he seemed capable. As this thought crossed her mind, a scream rent the air and Rieze spun, concerned for her two friends.

it was naught but a dying orc, cloven to pieces by Jacatour's blade, but in the split second that Rieze shifted her attention from her enemies, an orc knocked her to the ground, her blade skittering from her grasp. Rieze looked about for her friends, they were both to occupied to help her just then. the orc's blade scraped her cheek, her warm blood oozing from the wound. Rieze knew her neck would be next. the orc loomed threateningly over her.

Rieze launched herself at the orc, slashing with her barbed whip. she took him down with a wild, flying tackle. he soon found the pointed handle of her whip. as Rieze bent to retrieve her scimitar, a rough pair of hands grabbed her, jerking her around a hairy beast to face Hashin. she was a human shield.

Posted By: Magus Oct 25, 2004 - 12:39 pm

Jacatour danced, his dance was death. These Orcs had their own dance too, it seemed. Theirs was dying. And what a splendid waltz they had. The three beets of strike, die and move on hastened as the tempo hightened.

Jacatour swung his blades again, crippling an Orc first and then halving his heart. There seemed no ends to the numbers of the tide.

He gave his grim smile once more. Come what may, whatever may, he thought. It was worth it, all for you. I would die a hundred hundred deaths for another chance at happiness.

But even now he didn't know what he was thinking. Was it truly Aliandra he was thinking of? Or was it another?

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 25, 2004 - 12:42 pm

Rieze retaliated violently bucking backwards, her palms shooting out as she spun, snapping the beast's already smushed nose. her feet struck out in a spinning kick. somehow, the beast kept ahold of her, her whip embedded deep in it's neck. Rieze found herself at Hashin's mercy. but as she faced him, she saw another orc, creeping up behind the shaman. she flipped her sword into the air with her toes and vaulted over Hashin, using the beast that had been holding her as a sheild as a springboard. she took the creeping orc by surprise, knocking him to the ground with a flying kick and a tackle. then, she relieved him of his head.

Posted By: Magus Oct 25, 2004 - 01:09 pm

Jacatour allowed himself a moment, before relieving one Orc of his left arm, to marvel at the others. They were performing a=magnificently, better then he ever had expected. They had earned his respect in battle, a thing not so easily won. He had to admit, Shabel-Grah sure knew how to pick the best.

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 26, 2004 - 04:40 am

"Thanks," said Hashin. His concern for Rieze had almost cost him his own life. He stood next to her, looking about with wide eyes. Orcs covered them from all directions, moving in slowly. There were hundreds of them. Hundreds! "We're surrounded," said Hashin. It seemed rather silly to say, being so incredibly obvious. He turned to her with a look of warmth, his eyes still wild and strange. "We'll meet up on the other side, friend."

"SURRENDER!" bellowed the lead Orc, wielding a mighty battle-axe. "We got you covered! There's no way out, be you shaman OR shapeshifter!"

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 26, 2004 - 12:32 pm

Rieze's dark brownish black eyes locked on Hashin's. They were sparkling a silvery purple, more so than usual. Rieze was gathering her power.

"do you trust me?" she asked, her lips barely moving as she lowered her weapon, slowly, oh ever so slowly. The plan forming in her head required one of the Sharah line's oldest and most hidden talents. For her to work the mircle on the both of them would take his strength as well.

Posted By: Magus Oct 26, 2004 - 12:35 pm

"MACHEA MARCO LEREA!" Dark words echoed and the sky darkened by black cloud-cover. Red lightening swept the group of Orcs that had ordered Hashin and Rieze to surrender. A good body of Orc's died in that strike, many more wished that they woud have, to be sure.

Shabel-Grah ran out of the forest, breathing hard and sweating profusely. That had been a powerful spell he had just cast, and he was already tired from the running. He hoped that his strength would hold out, there were countless more Orc's to deal with.

"MALEA MALEA RAE!" The clouds erupted in rain showers. But this was not cool or refreshing, the drops were fire. The set only living flesh aflame. "Mind the fires!" He shouted to his companions. "Touch it and you will burn to ashes more likely then not!"

He did his best to avoid to fires, casting his magic as he went. When it became necessary he magically doused himself, saving him from burns. Jacatour was just beyond the range of the clouds, killing any Orc he found along the way. He would continue to follow the path, the invisable one ladened with his brother's scent, until he found Yissam.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 26, 2004 - 12:58 pm

Rieze looked to the sky, rain drops of fire falling around her. it was like she would imagine doomsday to be. around her, fires blazed. so much death...did these orcs not have families as well? Rieze stood rooted to the spot, staring into the midst of the chaos, perfecly calm. the clouds drew closer to her, the fire coming within inches of her skin. still, she did not move. she could not move. so much death. . . .

Posted By: Magus Oct 26, 2004 - 01:01 pm

Shabel-Grah looked with pleading eyes and a heaving chest. His face was covered in a cold sweat.


Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 26, 2004 - 01:33 pm

Shabel-Grah's cries jolted Rieze and she turned, fleeing the fire to the safety of the trees. as she ran, a sharp pain sliced through her. Rieze made it to the trees, slumping against one tiredly. only then did she find the source of the pain.

A dagger, no longer than the span of her small hand, plunged deep into the left side of her abdomen. Gasping, she pulled it out of her side. her blood stained the strange blade but she had no time to stop and marvel at her wounds. she clasped her right hand over the wound and flicked her hair from her face. the orcs that thought to flee into the forest would have Rieze Sharah to deal with.

as Rieze parried and slashed, not really noticing what she was doing, she vaguely wondered if Jacatour and Hashin were ok.
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Posted By: Magus Oct 26, 2004 - 01:42 pm

Jacatour stabbed another Orc in the low abdomen and them once more through the opening of his helmet where his face was. He made his way through the Orc troops, thinning them as he made his way through.

He noticed the thinning numbers ahead of him. They were making a path for him. It wasn't so much for their own safety. It was an order. They were leading him strait to Yissam.

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 27, 2004 - 05:39 am

Hashin was battling like mad. Orcs were all over him. Their bodies quickly mounted about him like a wall, which other Orcs were climbing over, thus the enemy was higher and higher around him. This was dangerous. In this mind he could see Rieze as she was wounded. This did not distract him much from the task at hand however, it couldn't. With his higher nature he fought, and it seemed as a fox attacked by rats. The rats were coming at him constantly, but the fox showed no signs of tiring.

The leader readied his great bow. It was black, and looked like a strange bone taken from the skeleton of an ancient lizard. He aimed it roughly at the mass of Orcs about the shaman, readying for the right instant to shoot.

Posted By: Magus Oct 27, 2004 - 11:55 am

Jacatour ran far and swifly. There were no more Orc's, only a small path in front of him and the promise for his vengeance.

The fighting was distant now, the fiery clouds so far behind him he'd havce to focus to make them out. Overhead it was a still and cloudless night. The moon was out and full, like a pregnent woman.

The hope of his brother's death lingered in his mind. The faces of his love hung in his mond. How splended they were.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 27, 2004 - 01:10 pm

orcs had stopped rushing at Rieze. they seemed to be concentrated in two places: around a path they'd made for Jacatour. 'to take him to his brother i suppose.' she thought to herself as she noticed the other congregation of orcs. a mad swarm ganging up on one person. Hashin! Rieze rushed to her friend's aid, clasping her side as she tried to run across the battlefield. she knew she wouldnt make it in time, the leader had pulled out a bow. stooping, Rieze pulled a dagger from her boot and flung it. pommel, blade, pommel, blade, it was traveling straight for the orcs neck. wasting no time, Rieze continued running, not waiting to see if she hit the leader or not.
"aiiiiiii!" she shrieked as she cut into the ranks of the orcs swarming over Hashin. Rieze had come back into her own. she sang as she battled, her amazing voice sliding over sad melodies, captivating some of the orcs making them easy prey. Rieze was singing the death song.

Posted By: Magus Oct 27, 2004 - 01:15 pm

Jacatour ran to the end of the path. He was surrounded on all sides by a high wall of rock. The only way out was either strait up or behind him.

The night was dark, blacker then onyx. The moon shown in full glory, casting the only light, feint and pale, into this pit.

The walls seemed to stretch all the wat and scrape the sky. They seemed to be of a well worn nbed of sandstone. The area enclosed by the walls was a good mile in every direction, some areas lacking a little and others seemingly moreso. It was a good place for a battle.

"Welcome, brother." A dark voice rose from the shadows as it's owner emerged. "I have been waiting for you."

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 27, 2004 - 07:32 pm

Hashin was pleased to see Rieze, for both reasons as he was glad to see her alive and to have her battling beside him.

The blade dove into the leader's shoulder, and the arrow had spun over Hashin, missing him by a fair distance. He pulled out a horn, wrapped in old gray wold fur. It looked rotten. He blew out a great call over the woods, that could be heard for many miles around. More and more Orcs came running into the scene, each eager to prove his courage and strength.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 28, 2004 - 12:34 pm

Rieze stuck her sword through an orc as she lifted another by its neck and threw it into its comrades. she pushed and fought her way through to Hashin and screamed over the noise to him.

"Dont worry, i. . .i have an idea." she spoke in gasps, fighting for her breath as she drew strength for her transformation. it was widely known that a Sharah was a powerful, formidable enemy, but Rieze doubted that the orcs were smart enough to know that.

a burst of white and lavender light shot outwards from Rieze, throwing everyone backwards, away from her. Dust spun, obscuring her as she sang, her melody lifting higher and higher. Rieze beckoned to Hashin, holding out her hand, the question from before lingering in her eyes as she sang. This was the time for miracles.

Posted By: Magus Oct 28, 2004 - 01:18 pm

"I'm sure you have, you *beep* murderer!" Jacatour shouted at his brother, his voice echoing in the vast emptiness. It reverberated and was repeated until it died off, but Yissam spoke before the faint echoed died out.

"You forget, brother, the circumstances of your own birth. You forget that you are as much the *beep* son as I." He clamly spoke, too quite to echoe much.

"But what have I done to you to deserve what you've done? You killed my wife! You ruined my life! I am here to take yours as compensation!"

This time Yissam waited for the echoe to die out, for it was much stronger then the last. He spoke in the same soft yet firm manner that his brother so despised.

"My life is yours to take, if you think you can best me. You haven't had much luck with that in the past, though. Have you?"

"These are different times, brother." Jacatour spoke with distain on his tongue and anger in his heart. "They were different, I was different. I now fight you with righteous fury and holy wrath! What have you to fight me with?"

"I fight you with greater experience. I fight you with greater skill and knowledge. And I fight you knowing that you cannot win. I repeat my offer. If you do not join me this time I assure you, you will die ere the moon sets."

Jacatour stared at his brother with crimson eyes, cold as blue metal. His voice was low, yet carried with it all of his anger, all of his hate and fury.

"You know the answer I would give. You and I both know it, so why take up your last moments of life repeating them?"

"I just thought you deserved fair warning. I will not hold back this time, little brother. You know this now. Yet you would rather die then you would live."

"You know my answer." He repeated, using the same dray and hateful words.

"Then let us begin. May your blades be swift as we dance this, our final bolerro."

They began to walk toward each other. Yissam held forth Angoraath, his fell blade. Jacatour drew The Brothers' Fury.

They stopped while still ten to fifteen feet off of each other. Slowly they circled each other, each mirroring the other. They drew the circle tighter, and the duel began.

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 28, 2004 - 05:47 pm

Hashin lowered his head, and up over him came a wave of gray light -- a mass of evil spirits spinning around him. Various demons shot out at the Orcs. Several fell to the ground, screaming and twisting around in mad fits -- each possessed by several terrible demon souls. The Orcs began backing away. As they did, several dozen from all around the two warriors raised great bows for them.

The Orc leader grinned sadistically at them. Knowingly. "So ... I have you," he boasted. His statement was intended as a question: Will you surrender or do I get to kill you now? He awaited their response eagerly.

Posted By: Magus Oct 28, 2004 - 06:11 pm

Shabel-Grah hung back. He was breathing heavily, straining for each heave his lungs gave, threatening to leave him to his own devices. He was drenched in cold sweat. The fire-rain spell had all but died out. His muscles burned and he could barely stand, let alone fight.

But he refused to give in. Orcs would never take him willingly. He'd rather die fighting then die a coward.

"VOLAR...VOLTARE... VOLTARES MIA." He managed through gasps of air. A beam of ashen gray light shot out of his palm and hit off center of an Orc's cheek. It cut through, leaving a hole showing what was behind the corpse.

With a gasp Shabel-Grah collapsed on the cold and uncaring ground, his energies spent. If this battle would continue, it would be without him. And the darkness surrounding him took him away. The only sound he made was his labored raspy breaths as he struiggled for air.

Posted By: SirJill Oct 29, 2004 - 09:04 am

Rowena, who had been hiding in the bushes, killing what orcs she could without revealing her position, gasped as she saw Shabel-Grah fall. She bit her lip furiously, but remained still.

I can't leave him like that...

After a moment she looked around, frowning, realizing that she would have to reveal her hidng place. She wasn't cowardly, but she did not want to fight. Perhaps Yissam's words had disuaded her...
She shook her head. No--Yissam cares nothing for them.

She watched Shabel-Grah for another moment and then shot out of the bushes like an bolt from a cross bow, her sword swinging back and forth in a deadly arc. Two orcs were mown down in the first swing, giving her a moment to drop down enogh to Shabel-Grah.

"Shabel..." She whispered, breathless, "You're not dead, are you?" Her voice was urgent and heavy with fear.

Posted By: Magus Oct 29, 2004 - 11:55 am

Shabel-Grah rasped bitterly, his breathing still very shallow. His eyes were shut and wouldn't open. He was done fighting this battle.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 29, 2004 - 01:13 pm

Rieze lowered her weapon slowly, looking pointedly at Hashin. There was nothing they could do but surrender. they'd find their way out eventually.

Rieze was a mess. her arm was bleeding profusely, along with her side wound and several other "minor scratches" her breathing was heavy but she was not finished fighting.

"Ve surrender. take us to Yassim. Now."

Posted By: Magus Oct 29, 2004 - 02:34 pm

Jacatour let his furies fly once more. In it he put his his hatred, his love and all of the sorrow accumulated over the years. Yissam met him with his fell blade. In it he put the coold calculations hen lived his life by and the unfeeling skill he had acquired over the course of his life.

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 29, 2004 - 06:08 pm

Hashin came before Yissam, as he and Rieze, and Shabel-Grah, were led along by the Orcs.

"We caught these lurking about the bush," said the leader. "What is to be done with them?"

Posted By: Magus Oct 29, 2004 - 08:04 pm

Jacatour looked as the Orcs entered with their prisoners; his companions, his friends. They were, in fact, his only friends, now at the mercy of his brother.


"•••• YOU, JACATOUR! Do you think I ordered this? I would do no such thing! I duel such as this is a sacred act, a private act with no witnesses, only each others honor to uphold our pledges!" He turned to the groupnow, newly entered. "Release them at once and leave us be!"

One Orc looked at him with defiance in his eyes. "No, I'm afraid we can not do that. You have lead us to Hell and back seeking this whelp of Half-Breed you call brother! The fury that you encited in him has made us a dying race! We will watch the duel and you two will fight."

"And why would we not just turn on you? He would kill you for his friends and I for this mutiny!"

The Orc leader grinned at this. "For surely his desire for your death is so strong that when you turn to battle he will exploit the opening. He cannot suffer you to live, and we cannot suffer him to live as well. You two will battle, and the survivor will be set free to do as he will." And now he turned to Jacatour. "And if you try to flee or charge at us with battle ringing in your heart your friends will die."

••••! Thought Jacatour. They were not supposed to get involved here! How could he have let this happen?

••••! Yissam thought. Such insobordination, how could I have let this happen? And this duel is nothing more then their entertainment now. Neither of us can attack them and they will surely kil the victor, and their hostages as well. They may think I would only abstain attacking in fear of my brother, but I want his comrades harmed no more then he. This is NOT honorable! This shouldn't be! It never should have came to this!

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 30, 2004 - 07:12 am

Hashin turned to Rieze. He spoke to her telepathically: 'When they begin to fight all the Orcs will be distracted. We can break free and form a barrier around Shabel-Grah. I got a few tricks up my sleeve. I just need a moment or two to continue building my power up and shape the crafts of my plots.'

Posted By: Magus Oct 30, 2004 - 07:28 am

Jacatour and Yissam didn't face each other, they simply looked at the band of Orcs and their captives. It was Yissam who broke the silence.

"What honor is there in this? You have all forgotten the faces of your fathers! You were brought up a noble and select people, and yet you stoop to such low tricks for such petty reasons!"

"You will fight!" Cried an Orc in the crowd.

"And how, pray tell, do you expect us to fight with such a distraction as prisoners? This is not honorable! This is not proper for a duel!" Yissam bellowed.

The Orc in lead gave a grin and a cackle. "Would you have us do away with them?" He gave a quick arm motion and three Orcs unsheathed their swords.

"You will not do away with them." Jacatour spoke simply.

"Oh, Half-Breed? Is that so? Pray, tell me, why wouldn't I, if not just to spite you and your brother?"

Jacatour gave the grin this time, one of pure satisfaction. "Because, you are no match for my... brother... and I. If you kill them the both of us will have nothing to be held against and you all will die. So shealth your swords and stay your weapons. You are in no place to give orders."

There were shouts and cries among the band of Orcs. Two of the three shealthed their swords, but one did not. He drew it close to Shabel-Grah neck and drew a small trickle of blood that dripped down his blade and onto the ground.

"I do not think so, Half-Breed." He spoke plainly. "We may die here by killing them all, but you would dare not attack us if we held even one in our possesion. And even if you kill us all the facts would remain as they are. They will all be dead and it will be because of your foolish actions."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 30, 2004 - 01:35 pm

Rieze had been mustering her power, drawing it from the depths of her soul and her hatred of the orcs. She was in pain, so much pain, but at least the throbbing of her arm reminded her of her losses and her need of revenge. She saw the wisdom in Hashin's plan and loosened the bonds that held twin knives tight against her forarms. She had not used the twins since the massacre. Rieze felt it was time once more. The hilts slipped down into the palms of her hands as Rieze readied HER craft.

The orcs had taken their weapons but had failed to search them. When the orc attacked shabel-grah, Rieze's blood rose and she became angry. Very angry. She hadnt even gotten to know the kind necromancer very well but all the same she knew he was a friend. Her body longed to shift to something powerful, anything. She thought of an ogre, a giant, a unicorn, even a dragon, but as she was about to change, she caught Hashin's eye. Something held her back, warning her that it would not be safe to shift, she would find more useful outets for her power. She spoke to the shaman in thought-speak.

"Vhenever you are ready. Dey are distracted enough now. If ve overpower de three orcs i do not think Yassim vill bother us as long as ve leave de brothers to deir feud."

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 30, 2004 - 06:13 pm

"I'm ready," replied Hashin, in thought-speech. "I have a couple things planned as well. Say when."

Posted By: SirJill Oct 31, 2004 - 06:59 am

When the orc attacked Shabel-Grah Rowena lept to her feet, her sword out. She swung and clipped his chest, flipping the sword in midair and slashing him just as he had done Shabel-Grah. "Do not touch him." She growled. "Or next time I'll take your head off." Her eyes flicked to Yissam and Jacatour, her body twisting underneath her control to move toward them. But she kept her attention focused on the Orc who had attacked Shabel-Grah. There were others to worry about than Jacatour.

Posted By: Neurolanis Oct 31, 2004 - 10:12 am

The Orcs fell under Rowena's might. The others came about her for vengence.

Hashin raised out his arms. From his fingertips sprayed a gray myst. It met Orc skin like acid, yet did not harm the humans, or Jacatour or Yissam. It sprayed over the Orcs like a fountain, spraying over them like a fine rain. None died, but all cried out in agony. Hashin's second trick was to stare intensely into the eyes of one Orc. The Orc fell to his knees, shaking his head about in pain and fear. The Orc seemed possessed, and the demon was twisting the creature in mind and in body: His eyes turned red, his body grew in size, his skin thickened and became a scaly black. He rose up over the Orcs, twice their size, his large battle-axe not seeming so large now. He flew into them.

Hashin was weakened, but was still able to fight.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Oct 31, 2004 - 11:12 am

Rieze was stunned for a few moments, but found herself quickly, spinning her blades hither and thither, the twins were thirsty for orc flesh. it seemed as though the other two had each singled out an orc, leaving one for her. Rieze smiled prettily at the orc, batting her long eyelashes to distract him. he swung his blade but she caught it with her own, drawing him close to whisper in his ear, the last words he would ever hear.

"I am the last Sharah."

Posted By: Magus Oct 31, 2004 - 05:53 pm

"NOW!" Yissam cried.

Instantly he and his brother broke from their mock struggle. Yissam broke to the left; Jacatour to the right.

Yissam swung Angoraath with fluid motion and to lethal effect. He quickly decapitated Yorkbladder, the one who had seemed in charge of this band of mutineers. He then severed Chor-Cath's torso from his legs. He died almost instantly. Any under his command who rose up against him deserved to bie a painful traitor's death. These were their just desserts.

Jacatour moved with equal grace. He stabbed the nearest Orc in the face and spun quickly, decapitating him with his other blade. Next he moved on to decapitate an Orc with a scissor-like motion of The Brothers. He stabbed another in the stomach and followed it with another three to the chest.

Yissam smiled as he fought. This was all he had ever wanted. Both he and his brother were together, fighting side by side. This was all he ever wanted.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 01, 2004 - 09:23 am

Hashin could sense something, something about these Orcs that had been forming in the back of his mind. "These Orcs ... work for someone else!" he told the others.

"AYE," said one Orc, raising his tripple-bladed axe with pride. "A Rich Klundor paid us. There are many more yet. we have you surrounded. Surrender!"

Posted By: Magus Nov 01, 2004 - 11:56 am

Jacatour swung and sliced the head off of the Orc shouting "AYE!". He hit it right across the mouth and so only ther top half was severed. He could kill Shabel-Grah right now. Of all the candidates for recruiting in the party he had to choose that •••••• Klundor.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 01, 2004 - 01:13 pm

Rieze was over her head in trouble. She'd been separated from Hashin, the only person she really trusted right now. They'd survived one battle together, he was a competent warrior. but now, she couldnt see the shaman for the orcs gathered around her. she heard him speaking and heard yells of other people mentioning klundors but didnt care. the orcs were everywhere. Rieze shrieked as a rusty blade sliced her shoulder drawing blood. another blade sliced her stomach, tearing her shirt. the orcs were snarling all around her. Rieze needed help.

She couldnt control her powers, her form shimmered, dropping a veil she kept in place because of self confidence. A beam of bright, iridescent light shot into the sky, filled with twisting, morphing shapes, possibilities. Rieze gasped, her body went numb, tingling all over as those around her saw her as she truly was. her skin glowed, her eyes pulsed a bright, violent purple and she seemed, taller, stronger, and more menacing. Rieze wore this veil because she didnt like the stares that came from those who glimpsed her power. Orcs gazed at her, slackjawed in disbelief at her power and beauty. Rieze decided if she was going to go, she would take the opportunity to take as many orcs with her as she could. She raised her voice in a battlecry, hoping that someone, anyone would come and help her.

Posted By: Magus Nov 01, 2004 - 02:34 pm

Jacatour heard Rieze's piercing cry of war. He saw her and knew enough. She needed help.

He began making his way towards he, but there were so many Orcs, so many bodies to battle through. He sliced the arm off an Orc and lept over another. He spun his outstretched swords and movd in a quick spiral, violently cutting anyone unfortunate enough to be near him at the moment, and still he made his way towards her. But she was so very far away.

Yissam, too, saw her. He too knew of her need. The only difference was that he was closer. He finished slicing Jacthrobe in three pieces and came to Rieze's aid.

He stood in front of her and batted away any of his former underlings who dared approach. He sliced limb and decapitated bodies. But he couldn't cover all sides of her. They still came through, though not through him. He prayed, actually prayed, that asnother would come to aid his protection of her.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 01, 2004 - 04:11 pm

Rowena heard Rieze's cry but didn't move. She spared a glance down at Shabel-Grah who was still motionless in front of her. She shut her eyes and dropped to her knees, pulling backward mentally that choked a sharp breath from her lungs. Her sword fell from her hand as Gregory's essence filled her and she felt the power and control fade from her limbs.

It took him a moment to realize what had happened and then another to orient himself. Magic flared around their body in a shield and then shot outward, piercing through orc bodies like shafts of violent light.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 02, 2004 - 05:36 am

Hashin raced for Rieze's call, and as he ran he saw a fantastic flash of raw power which flew out at the Orcs. Some were lifted into the air by it, others torn to pieces. It was a terrible power indeed, for these Orcs were big and their flesh like leather, bones like metal. It was Rowena. Hashin was pleased to see her, worried for her as Orcs were now drawn to her and Shabel-Grah, who appeared opened and exposed to them. Hashin kept a sharp eye on them. Several Orcs fell as quickly as they appraoched him. He turned and saw Rieze. She was wickedly surrounded. "Rieze!" he cried out, running in to help before it was to late.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 02, 2004 - 12:00 pm

Rieze's mind was cloudy, foggy. the only thought running through her head was something along the lines of "why is this orc helping me?" as she watched Yassim fight his own kind, helping to protect her. she wondered why he was helping her. she spoke over her shoulder to him as they carved a circle from the mass of orcs around them.

"shallesh" the ancient word from the tounge of her ancestors, it reflected the deepest gratitude one could express. it was a sacred word. Rieze hadnt realized she'd spoken in her native tounge, everything was so foggy. . .light was flashing around her, orcs were falling over, writhing in pain. why?

her name, someone screamed her name, she heard them now. she turned, slicing off a starstruck orcs arm as she looked for the source. it was hashin, making his way toward her through the mob of orcs. her hesitation caused her a small dagger in her side. she shrieked in pain, knocking off the guilty party's head in retaliation. the dagger was buried up to the hilt, but Rieze pulled it out, snarling viciously. she flung it angrily, with such might and accuracy that it pinned an unlucky orc in the eye.

her hair was coming loose, obstructing her vision, the cause of a slice across her cheek. every inch of her ached to sit and rest. all of this fighting, all of this death, and for what?

Rieze's vision blurred, the ground rushing up to meet her and her family stood shining, reaching out their hands to welcome her. . . .

"NO!" she skrieked, flying to her feet again. orcs all around her looked at Rieze in confusion. "I REFUSE TO DIE!" she screamed,battling like a maniac. these orcs would learn to once again fear the name of Sharah.

Posted By: Magus Nov 02, 2004 - 12:33 pm

Yissam gasped in pain. As he looked down to his right shoulder he saw the problem. A long magic missile, like a glowing formless spike, was stuck in his shoulder.

He swung Angoraath with all his might around in a giant circular arc, cutting and flinging the bodies and living away in a furious strike. He used this to pull out the missile.

His shoulder hung limp after the missile was removed. It was injurred. It looked like he would be using his left hand to wield Angoraath for the remainder of this battle. He shifted the weapon and continued as best he could, wincing from his shoulder's gaping hole.

The wound, however, was not as bad as it could have been. It was a clean cut, it would heal well. It was also seemingly cautorized from the magic, so he wouldn't lose any substantial amount of blood from it.

He minced another Orc nearby.

But it was a greivous wound, none the less. Now he knew for a fact. If this battle didn't do him in then his brother surely would.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 02, 2004 - 06:48 pm

Hashin fought on, as best he could. He was glad to see that the Orcs had stopped coming, and the dozens which remained were all injured, many badly. This could mean defeat, he knew, but compared to what they had just defeated it tasted of victory. This was a great battle. Great indeed. Even the legends did not speak of battles such as this. Sure, there were much larger battles, but one against such odds ... quite rare. It seemed a pity that there were none to wintness it, or at least not amung the living.

Posted By: Magus Nov 02, 2004 - 06:56 pm

Jacatour had made his way closer to Rieze. But a long way further was left, and many an advesary in his path.

He swung The Brothers and cleaved the appengeges of Orcs. He had wounded his left leg with a bolt shot and had a few shallow cuts in his torso. But this battle was far from over and he had some fight in him still.

He saw them up ahead, only a dozen more yards at the most. A large Orc stepped in his path. Other Orc's seemed to dart out of the way of this bohemoth, anticipated bloodshed.

He was a giant, even among Orcs. He stood greater then a dozen feet and was covered in thick sinnewy muscles. Armor covered his entire body and was thicker then any Jacatour had before seen. In his hand he clutched an Ax nearly as big as the Half-Orc, stained in blood that had never been bothert to be washed off.

"Come on Little Orc." Taunted the giant. "Helgroth fights you now."

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 02, 2004 - 07:30 pm

The large Orc that Hashin had created still stode. Blood dripped from its axe, as now it appeared strangely lazy, turning its head slowly over to the others as the last of the Orcs flew into them desperately. Hashin had at last come to Rieze's side, next to Yissam. He ignored the Rolc.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 03, 2004 - 12:28 pm

Rieze stuck her blades into a nearby orc, freeing his spirit. as she turned she saw Hashin at her side. so, he'd made it, she'd never doubted her would. she smiled, sending one of her genuine smiles the shaman's way.

"good of you to show up." she commented over the sounds of the last orcs meeting her blades and those of her comrades. "perhaps next time i should send a map." she spoke teasingly but her electric purple eyes spoke of her gratitude. rieze was sincerely touched. she had friends, people who would stand for her in battle. this yassim, an orc and jacatours enemy, but still she found him much nicer and more likeable compared to others form her past. and this shaman, he came to her aid as well. the rolc, jacatour, was coming closer, no doubt called by her shouts for help earlier.

for the first time in a long time, Rieze felt as though she belonged.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 03, 2004 - 12:41 pm

The fighting had stilled, dying down to a few orcs here and there, and the large orc that challenged Jacatour. Rieze shuddered, gasping in pain. it was catching up to her now. the unreal glow that had come from within her seemed to fade, her eyes changing back to their normal brownish black, her face becoming peaceful as she smiled whispering to the two people who had helped save her life.

"Shallesh" she said as she went limp falling to the dusty ground, passing into a deep, exhausted, dreamless sleep. she had not slept in a long, long while.

Posted By: Magus Nov 03, 2004 - 12:52 pm

"MOVE!" Bellowed the Orc.

His ax came down, but not on Jacatour. It cleaved in two an Orc who had the jump on the Half-Orc. It then moved on to another. Clearly the Orc was on their side.

Jacatour made it to Rieze, she had fallen and looked peacefull, so much so Jacatour feared her dead and him to late to save her. But she breathed on, and so he fought on.

Jacatour Looked at Yissam as his brother gutted two Orcs in one sweeping blow. He sqaw the wound on his shoulder. He marveled at his endurance, his skill in combat.

"I take it, brother," He spoke, but not without respect, "that this is what you longed for these many years; a brother to fight beside, and mayhap die beside."

"Aye," Yissam said, in a strange way so unlike him. He sounded more like his brother, and so subconciously so. "that is all I ever longed for. At last here we stand."

Jacatour stabbed an Orc near the heart and was covered in its crimson waters.

"It must be said," Yissam began, "that I never meant it. I never would have killed her had I known."

Jacatour stopped fighting, stopped breathing, for that matter. He stood there in shock, not seeing the warrior behind him, coming at him with a long rusty spear.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 03, 2004 - 01:44 pm

The last of the Orcs fell under them.

Hashin knelt to check Rieze's condition.

The giant Orc created by Hashin approached them slowly, his manner intimidating but not intentionally so. His axe hit to the ground, the handle still in his furry, over-sixed right palm. He grunted, looking over the others. His eyes were black, yet a faint red light glimmered in them like flames behind a black curtain. There was an emptiness about him, but also sorrow. He was only half Orc now, and half something ... far more unnusual.

Posted By: Magus Nov 03, 2004 - 01:47 pm

A thrust!

Jacatour saw this, but too late to save himself. To think of all he had gone through it would be at an Orc's hand, at the end of a battle, when he would at last fall.

But Yissam, seeing the attack before Jacatour, pushed his brother away. The spear penetrated his already wounded shoulder, and this time blood did flow from it. With a quick cross swipe his guts were spilt and with another powerful thrust the Orc was dead.

The battle, at long last, was over.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 04, 2004 - 12:14 pm

Gregory groaned and collapsed onto the ground, his magical energy shot. He stared blankly up at the sky and shut his eyes.

From the outside Rowena looked dead. She was exteremly pale, her sword inches from her hand and leaking what magic her body contained. She swallowed convulsively and then was completely still.

Posted By: Magus Nov 04, 2004 - 01:08 pm

Jacatour looked around him and assessed what had happened as best he could. Countless Orcs lay dead, their carcassess already being picked at by ravens, vultures and all sort of foul and carrion beasts. He was injurred minorly, a cut here and a shallow gash here. Yissam had been twice wounded in his shoulder. Shabel-Grah was-

Shabel-Grah was unconcious!

Jacatour ran to his dear friend, only to feel a force holding him back. He turned behind him and he saw it was the not so unkind hand of his brother, Yissam.

"Go to Her." He said, motioning towards Rowena with a nod of his head. "She needs you now. I'll tend to the Necromancer."

Jacatour couldn't find the words to speak. He stood there in silence looking at his brother. Finally he gave a slight nod and ran off towards Rowena.

Yissam walked over to Shabel-Grah. He knew little of magic and even less how it was worked. But of wounds and injury he knew much of. The Necromancer was exausted from battle. There was a purple bruise here or a minor cut there, but he was, all and all, uninjurred in any serious way. He would recover in time.

He reached in a small pouch he carried with him and brought forth a sprig of a small white flower on a long green stem. It was Frither, an common healing herb. It would help recover the man much quicker then he would be able to normally. The magics of wild herbs and flowers was all Yissam knew; the practical magic of the nomadic warrior.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 04, 2004 - 01:47 pm

Rieze was somewhere between the living world and the dead. Her sister was by her side as they walked through the rose garden that they used to play in as children. It was gone now, just like Kieze and the rest of their clan. But here, now, in the context of this dreamlike limbo, anything was possible. The sisters chatted thoughtlessly over trivial things as most good friends do. Rieze looked at her sister, wishing deeply that this was real.

Kieze was the pretty one, they'd always known that. Sure, Rieze was beautiful enough to the eyes of the world, but it was a dark beauty, one rarely recognized for what it was. Kieze was tall and slender, every bit as graceful as her shorter twin sister. Her skin was smooth and pale, like the skin of a sun-kissed white peach. Her hair hung in long golden locks that curled perfectly at the ends. Her eyes, the perfect blue of the sky on a summer's day. Their father used to joke that Kieze was the bright sun of his world and Rieze the mysterious moon.

Kieze turned, focusing her perfect blue eyes on her sisters dark brownish purple ones. "Rieze, this is naught but a dream. You are needed. You must wake up. NOW!" Kieze's words brought Rieze back to the gruesome battlefield. The world was hazy, all the shapes blurring into each other. Someone was leaning over her, watching her. Who. . . ?

As she began to focus, Rieze saw that it was Hashin monitoring her condition. Behind him was a large shape. . . an orc? Rieze's eyes focused on the colossal hulk standing threateningly behind Hashin. And the shaman didnt seem to notice. He was in trouble. Rieze's limbs felt like lead weights but somehow she was able to spring to her feet, reaching out and pulling Hashin out of the monster's way.

"Look out!" she spoke in warning as her blades seemed to spring into her hands. Her eyes shimmered as Rieze eyed the monster she was now facing.

Posted By: Magus Nov 04, 2004 - 02:14 pm

Jacatour knelt next to Rowena. He prayed to ever God, Goddess and spirit of magic that she was living still. She was violently convulsing and didn't appear to be breathing. He couldn't think of what to do.

The Kalzirran Nomads had tought him well. He knew no magic but did no basic healing, what was commonly called practical healing. He had some recollection on what to do.

He pressed her down, gently but firmly, to the earth. Her convulsions were met by gentle resistance he applied.

He pulled back her neck and opened her mouth, gently as he could. They had called this the breath of life, to transmit one's own air, one's own living breath, into a person who was having difficulty breathing. He could only hope that she could control her convulsions if revived of her living air.

He leant close to her and looked into her eyes. He pressed his mouth gingerly over hers. He breathed...

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 04, 2004 - 02:25 pm

Hashin looked over all the madeness. He was saddened by Rieze's state, and by Rowena's. He tended to Rieze, using what strength he had. He needed to determine exactly what was wrong with her. They were lucky to be alive, IF they were all alive: Rieze's condition was poor.

Posted By: Magus Nov 04, 2004 - 02:34 pm

Shabel-Grah began coming around. His vision was a little blurred and he flet like he would be sick to his stopmach. If only the room would stop spinning he would get up.

But he wasn't in a room! He was outdoors! He was in the aftermath of some great battle.

The odor, the gore, was almost too much for him to handle at just being revived. He turned over and emptied his stomach of what had been fine rabbit stew and a slice of bread, not that he could distinguish one from the other at this time.

A voice, muddled in his rattled mind, spoke to him in words he could hardly understand. "How are you fairing? Will you be sick again?"

He looked up at saw only a green blur. He tried focussing his mind and found the name to the blur. "No, Jacatour." He said. "I don't think I will." But he didn't know if that was to be so. Already his gut was acting up again.

A hearty laugh, one that he couldn't place, echoed in his head, hurting his ears in their delicate state. "I am not Jacatour. But he is just behind me, tending to the girl. Rowena, I think her name is."

His head spun. His mind faltered. He knew who it was now. It was Yissam! He was sick again after all.

Posted By: Magus Nov 04, 2004 - 05:10 pm

Shabel-Grah soon took hold of himself and his unsettled stomach. Upon looking up again he found his sneses clearer and less muddled. He indeed saw Yissam before him and Jacatour behind the Orc. Yissam offered him a waterskin.

Shabel-Grah looked at the Orc. He clearly ment him no harm. Yissam had been one for battle, nt for poisons. He drank greedily from the skin and gave it back to its owner, nearly dry from the withdrawl.

Since time out of mind Shabel-Grah could not remember exerting so much of his power like that. It was indeed a great undertaking. He felt weak as a kitten and knew that he would need several days of rest to regain his full abilities.

"Why are you here?" Shabel-Grah asked at lomg last.

"There was a battle." He said simply.

Shabel-Grah waited for a response, but none came. He was about to speak again whe Yissam continued.

"There was a battle." He repeated. "My men turned traitor and pitted my brother and I against each other in a most dishonorable way, with hostages." He said hostages with verbal and physical disgust. "We both attacked and the battle ensued. We came out vistorious."

The pride that Yissam expressed, the simple joy in his words went not even half as much as he felt. It was his greatest dream that had come true. He had a family and had fought as one. He had belonged, for a time, for more then simply a leader. He had lead, but had been lead as well. It had been exhillerating.

"What happens now?" Shabel-Grah asked, not usually one to ask such questions.

"I don't know. I don't think anybody knows."

They both looked over at Jacatour. They both looked at him desperately trying to revive Rowena.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 05, 2004 - 11:00 am

Rowena's breath chased Jacatour's out. Her eyes remained closed but her body stopped fighting against Jacatour, her muscles relaxing. She swallowed forcibly again and her body lost the limpness that would tell Jacatour she was no longer unconscious.

Posted By: Magus Nov 05, 2004 - 12:30 pm

Jacatour pulled back from Rowena, grateful that she was not dead. He looked deeply into her face now. He searched her for that telltale glimpse of her waking.

He sat there and looked longingly into her eyes, willing her to wake from her slumber. He prayed for her to with all of his heart.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 05, 2004 - 03:01 pm

Hashin, beside Rieze, looked up at the giant Orc.

The giant Orc looked back at him.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 05, 2004 - 06:24 pm

Rowena sighed, but still her eyes remained closed. Her arms drew up closer to her sides and her body twisted slightly, turning her face away from him. She coughed slightly but returned to her semirelaxed position in the dirt, totally unaware of Jacatour's presence.

Posted By: Magus Nov 05, 2004 - 09:05 pm

Jacatour started to speak, but no sound escaped his lips. He tried a second time with an identical result. On the third time he was more successful.

"Are you well, Rowena? Have you been harmed?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 07:00 am

Rowena's body tensed for a moment and then she rolled over, her eyes were mildly curious, an odd expression for her, which did not quite suit her face. She blinked and then nodded, "Yes, I think. But all my magic had been drained."

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 07:02 am

Jacatou offered a weak smile to Rowena. Oh, how she reminded him of ALiandra. Oh, how she was so beautiful and fair, fierce and wonderful, mysterious and familiar. He didn't realize that a lone tear had begun trickling down his eye.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 08:36 am

Her eyes darkened slightly as she saw the tear roll down Jacatour's face, making the hazel flecks stand out in stark contrast.

This is getting too complicated.

Gregory returned the weak smile and then asked, "Are you alright? You're--crying."

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 09:52 am

Was he? Jacatour hadn't noticed. He looked into her eyes. He saw... something.

What had she said? Her magic had been spent?

Rowena didn't have magic. But somebody else did. Another within her, who had nearly killed them all, had magic.

In fury and shame Jacatour flung his hand and clenched Gregory's neck in his furious grip. He picked him up by his throught and shoved him into the tree.

"Where is Rowena you CURR!!!" He roared in his faced, bareing his teth and fangs.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 12:32 pm

The color drained from her face as Jacatour lifted her into the air. Gregory snickered.
"Well Jacatour, I must say it took you long enough." He swallowed painfully, "Now put me down before you kill both of us."

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 01:46 pm

Jacatour gloured, but did not move. He spoke in the manner he looked at the man, steady and angered. "What must be done to release her of you? What must be done so you leave her be?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 02:03 pm

Gregory did not respond. He would wait until Jacatour put him down.

I am not dealing with the oaf for much longer, Rowena. You had better hope he does not test my patience.

Rowena gave no reply.
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Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 02:08 pm


Jacatour didn't see the others behind him, gathering around the Half-Man and the wolf in sheep's clothing. Shabel-Grah stood with the assistance of Yissam and Thomas stood at thier feet.


Another lone tear trickled down his face, hot as the blazing fires of Hell.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 02:09 pm

Gregory merely smiled infuriatingly, distorting Rowena's face with his meddling. "Put me down." He said quietly.

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 02:19 pm

Jacatour didn't move to put him down. He bore his teeth and bit back his lip. His fangs bore down so hard that they drew a trickle of blood that dripped down his chin.

"Jacatour, please. This isn't helping." Shabel-Grah said kindly.

"Yes, listen to him and to me. He has the upper hand. If you kill this curr now you kill off Rowena."

Jacatour bit harder on his lip. He tightened his grip on Gregory's slimy little throat. He held it there, almost sure it would snap in his grip. The he threw him to the ground to his left in frustration.

He stood up and drew one of The Brothers. "Speak and be quick with it! I swear if you run or if you lie I will slit your throat and spill your blood! Now tell me how to rid Rowena of you."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 02:24 pm

Rowena smirked and pushed herself off the ground so that she was sitting up, carefully avoiding the swordpoint. "Do you think you can rid her of me as you say? Do you think she has not tried? Jacatour, we are bound together until the day we die. There is no magic that can break the bond. And if you did manage to eject me, I would simply be a floating spirit, able to inhabit whom I choose." She sighed, as if explaining something to a small child who refused to understand, "Jacatour, I am no visiting spirt. We are bound together by fire and magic, come what may."

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 02:26 pm

"Every bond can be broken, given enough force. Magic made you so mayhap it could break you. You underestimate the leangths I would go to rid her of you."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 02:28 pm

"You do not have the amount of magic it would need. Power more infinite than you can imagine bound us together." He smilied oily,"You would kill her if you try. Or you might not. Are you willing to risk it?"

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 02:30 pm

Jacatour thought this over. He knew the answer, though. Before he had drawn his sword he had known the answer to this question.

"Death would be a blessing compared to sharing body and soul with the likes of you. Do not think I would try to seperate the two of you. But also, do not think I wouldn't kill the both of you to rid each other of your company!"

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 02:34 pm

Shabel-Grah began to walk over to Jacatour and Gregory. He struggled and dragged his feet but continued on stubbornly. Yissam reached out to help him, but the necromancer only brushed the warrior aside, firmly but not unkindly.

"Exuse me." He panted as he reached them at last. "But would you think that this bauble here would do the job? I personally think it could do just that."

And Shabel-Grah reached into his cloak. He pulled forth his jewel, the brother to the own forged by Orceth. It shone with a purple-pink haze and seemed to slightly distort the air around it. It possatively verberated with magical energy.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 06:14 pm

Gregory's eyes lit as they fell on the jewel. He stood up, brushing dirt off Rowena's body and reached out for it.

If I bring this to the overseers...
His thoughts nearly spun with joy. His magic reacted to the gem, and strongly, it had stopped leaking out and he could feel hiw power rebuiling inside him.
There will be no end to my glory. This gem a key to my destiny, I can feel it. I will collect all three Shabel-Grah spoke of and return to The Compount; triumphant. I shall return in glory.

Rowena shrank back, cold with fear inside him. I won't let you, she whispered. I won't let you do that to me again.

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 06:32 pm

Shabel-Grah pulled the jewel back. He replaced it back into the confines of his cloak.

"Well? Would it be sufficiant to seperate the two of you? Think it over; you would be free to roam where you would, free from us and Rowena. We will try it with or without your concent, so you may as well not resist us."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 06:36 pm

Gregory smiled, he smiled as someone who knew. "I am the only one who can seperate us without killing the body we share." He said quietly, "After all, would it not make sense otherwise?"

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 06:38 pm

Shabel-Grah stared with fire in his eyes at Gregory.

"Is that so? Why you? Why not her? Why not Rowena?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 06:43 pm

"Rowena, as you should know, has no power or control over my magic. It is simply that; mine. Her body allows me to wield it," A flame flickered to life in her palm, "But she herself cannot control it."

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 06:49 pm

Shabel-Grah gave a knowing smirk. He turned his right hand from one side of his body to the next. The flame snuffed out.

"This jewel of mine enhances my powers one hundred hundred times. I'm sure that with it I can seperate the two of you. Would you care for me to give it a try? Why do you need Rowena? I could give you your own body, you know this. I could conjure forth any Orc here, the mightiest for you. Here would be a body physically the equal of your magic. It would be soulless and nonresistant; subject to your every whim and desire. Why not vacate her body into another. We would grant you departure from us and not follow. You could have tru freedom and a new body to match."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 07:20 pm

Gregory shook his head. "Come, Shabel-Grah, you know it would be death to seperate us other than by my own magic. Surely this is not an unreasonable precaution taken by my overseers. Is is naught but common sense."

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 07:27 pm

He raised an eyebrow. Jacatour was struggling against himself not to kill Gregory and Yissam was over here, reminding him not to.

"Do you think we wouldn't try to seperate you two reguardless? I offer you freedom! Do you wish to be a slave of you 'overseers' for the rest of your miserable existance?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 07:32 pm

Gregory smiled, "I am not a slave. You have seen it Shabel-Grah, but you have only seen what Rowena has seen. I gave up my life as a wealthy mage to join this experiment and I would not give it up now. I do not plan on dying without a fight and there have already been enough battle today."

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 07:41 pm

Shabel-Grah gave a coy smile. "You are right. There is now need to risk another with you."

He spoke in his dark tones, the ones he always took in spellcasting. "VETAE MORARR!"

Crimson bonds appeared around Gregory's hands and legs, shackles binding them within and inch of the other on the hands and about a foot off on his legs.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 07:47 pm

Rowena's eyes widened with shock. She twisted, attempting to get out of Shabel-Grah's shackles. "You cannot do this! Release me!"

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 07:51 pm

"I will, make no mistake." Said the sorceror. "I will just as soon as you vacate that body. I will assist, if necessary. But until you do you stay in these shackles. And I assure you that they are nigh impossable to break, especially whilst I wear the jewel."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 07:53 pm

"And what will you do if I refuse?" Gregory asked.

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 07:57 pm

"Simple." Yissam chimed in "We keep you in shackels until the day you die."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 08:05 pm

Rowena's eyes flashed chocolate brown for a moment, loosing the hazel specks, "I will not let you do that to me!" She shot out before Gregory could stop her.

But then she was gone. Gregory settled back into his regular pose and glared at all them. "This is unacceptable. My overseers will find me and release me if that is what you intend to do. And they will find us, I assure you."

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 08:09 pm

"Then I suppose that is our problem, isn't it." Yissam continued. "Because you really wouldn't have anyhting to fear then, would you. But it seems to me that you're not as in charge as you try to make it appear. I think you're as suseptable to her control as she is to yours."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 08:13 pm

"She can make it--difficult sometimes." He muttered. "However she is nothing I cannot control. She can only take control in times of great crisis or power and then only for a few seconds. It is not long enough to do any real damage."

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 08:18 pm

Shabel-Grah gave his own knowing smile. "Why then, up until this point, has it only been Rowena we've seen?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 06, 2004 - 08:19 pm

Gregory shrugged, "I give her pilot most of the time. It is too tiresome to control the body all of the time." He smiled quietly too, "Besides, it weakens her."

Posted By: Magus Nov 06, 2004 - 08:26 pm

Yissam gave another smile. "So wouldn't it be safe to assume that you are weakening as we speak? Isn't it safe to assume that sooner or later she will regain control? I'm sure she'll prove the more willing participant in ending your union. Why not leave now in safety?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 07, 2004 - 07:33 am

Her face turned dark with Gregory's annoyance, "I tell you I cannot! I cannot leave of my own free will, there must be an overseer to inititate this process. Rowena must find one and demand it of him. We will die if any other way is tried. When she was old enough Rowena hired some sorcerer to remove me. He had nothing near the power needed to seperate us, but his magic stopped our heart and the only reason we are alive is his healing magic." He glared at Yissam. "It is not that simple."

Posted By: Magus Nov 07, 2004 - 11:49 am

Jacatour finally had himself, more or less, under control. He wouldn't kill Gregory, if only for not killing Rowena, but nothing was certain beyond that.

"Then what would it take, you *beep*, for you to leave. What is your price?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 07, 2004 - 12:16 pm

Gregory smiled and shrugged. "I have no price. It is on Rowena's shoulders to find an overseer. I can do nothing until then."

Posted By: Magus Nov 07, 2004 - 12:58 pm

"And she can find them? Why hasn't she done so before?" Yissam inquired.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 07, 2004 - 01:02 pm

"She has tried. They..." He smiled, "Do not wish to be found sometimes."

Posted By: Magus Nov 07, 2004 - 01:07 pm

"And how would you suggest we do try to find them?" Yissam asked. "How will we know them if we see them? As a matter of fact, how do we know you are even speaking verrily?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 07, 2004 - 01:13 pm

Gregory smiled. "Only I know who the Overseers are. And only I can tell Rowena if she so desires to hear their identities."

Posted By: Magus Nov 07, 2004 - 01:17 pm

"GODS •••• IT! WHY DON"T YOU TELL HER? SHE HAS A RIGHT TO BE FREE OF YOU!" Jacatour roared at Gregory.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 07, 2004 - 01:19 pm

Gregory stepped back and spread his hands, "She must run across one first. Then I will tell her. That is our bargain."

Posted By: Magus Nov 07, 2004 - 01:23 pm

Jacatour grated his teeth and bore his fangs, giving off a low growl as he did so. But he held back his anger, little control of it he had.

Shabel-Grah started speaking again, putting a kind hand on Jacatour's shoulder as he addressed the fellow spell-caster. "Why not strike a new bvargain, one with us. You seem to know about them, and more then you're revealing by the looks of it. If you tell us all you know and get one of them to seperate the two of you we will do as you request."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 07, 2004 - 01:27 pm

Gregory shook his head, "You do not understand--I choose this. I was approched by one of the Overseers about this opportunity and I took it. If I am to strike a new bargain with you, you must offer me something that will replace the life I sacrificed." He smiled quietly again, "And I do not think you will be able to."

Posted By: Magus Nov 07, 2004 - 01:31 pm

"WHY ROWENA?" Jacatour thundered again. "WHY HER, GOD'S •••• IT?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 07, 2004 - 01:34 pm

Gregory shrugged, "The children were picked randomly for the experiment. As far as I know she and her brother were simply snatched from their homes." He smiled slyly, enjoying Jacatour's anger and pain.

Posted By: Magus Nov 07, 2004 - 01:37 pm

Jacatour lept out of anger at Gregory. Yissam grabbed him and three him on the ground, resting his foot on top of his brother. Eventually he calmed down and Yissam released him.

"So then, answer me this." Yissam started. "Why would you risk your existance on some random girl that you knew nothing about? Why not take the body of some skilled mage or superior magician?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 07, 2004 - 01:40 pm

Gregory grinned again. "I am a skilled mage and a superior magician. The experiment was to find out if it was possible to combine two spirits in one body. Perhaps it would work, perhaps not."

Posted By: Magus Nov 07, 2004 - 01:46 pm

"And you would risk your life for that, on a possability? You'd have nothing to gain, only the suffering of an innocent child taken from her home!"

Yissam couldn't understand him. He wouldn't condone the act for any reason, but at least he could understand power or immortality. Why would he risk everything on the mere chance of a success? Failure would certainly meen the destruction of his soul, his and Rowena's.

This was the difference between warriors and mages. Warriors did practical work, clean and clear cut. They did what they had to and put nobody's life, nt even an enemies, in the way of unecessary risk.

Mages did what they wanted. They chose risky and dangerous paths soimply because they could, so as to see what they could do, reguardless of the price.

Thus is the difference between warrior and mage, between man and monster.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 07, 2004 - 02:00 pm

"You speak of innocence?" Gregory snorted. "Neither Rowena nor I have ever been innocent. Also, my family was offered a large amount of money--we were in debt, and I was--interested. I am certain there is nothing you can say to dissuade me. I will not give up the overseers until Rowena herself runs across one."

Posted By: Magus Nov 07, 2004 - 02:42 pm

"And how is it, I wonder, that Rowena was never innocent?" Yissam asked calmly, moving menacingly towards the mage. "Certainly there was a time when she did nothing wrong, and certainly she had no grievous infraction by the time you came along."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 07, 2004 - 05:04 pm

Gregory sheilded, weakly, but it was enough to keep Yissam from getting too close to him. "You ought to know; children are the most cruel of all. No. We were never innocent; save maybe the day we were born."

Posted By: Magus Nov 07, 2004 - 06:21 pm

"And how exactly are they not innocent?" Yissam asked.

"I know." Jacatour responded, surprising his brother and Shabel-Grah. "I know exactly what he meens. I caused my mother's death. She hung herself after believing she drown me, drown her shame. I guess when your raped by an Orc who burned your village to the ground and give birth to his half-human *beep* son you don't consider that a happy pregnency."

Jacatour looked into Gregory's eyes; into Rowena's eyes. He realized that he loved her, and would do anything for her.

"Take me. If you require a body then take mine, I'm sure you'll find it adaquet enough. Just leave Rowena be and you can take me in her stead."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 07, 2004 - 06:24 pm

A slow grin spread across her face. "Do you mean this offer seriously?" He said very quietly, seriously, his eyes meeting Jacatour's. "You know that I will be able to take control of your body any time I wish--mayhap at inconvenient moments. You are, in essence, forfeiting your life to me. Do you still accept?"

Posted By: Magus Nov 07, 2004 - 06:38 pm

Jacatour looked deeply into his eyes. He thought of what would happen. He thought of happiness never gotten and a life never lived. He thought of his only friends gone and his soul imprisonned.

But then he thought of Rowena, her shining face free from this monster. He knew the answer.

"Yes. I would surrender my body to you if you would free her and let her be."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 07, 2004 - 06:41 pm

Gregory's smile dimmed somewhat. His agressive stance softened and he nodded, "She is quite--adverse to this." He said, "Perhaps you would like some discussion?"

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 07, 2004 - 07:38 pm

Hashin aided Rieze, using his shamanic powers to aid her inflictions. He then stood and walked slowly over to a bent tree for a breath of wind which blew refreshingly through his hair. His mind reflected upon many people, and places, and he began to question what any of it was for. He was a master of the spirit world, and despite all his powers and talents, he understood this life little more than anyone else. How meaningless life was. Value. Life was about value, any shaman knew that. But where was the value in his life? Besides healing wounds, there seemed to be little else.

He looked over the bodies of the dead Orcs, head lowering. So much sickness in this world ... and all these infictions he indured for what? Money. Practical. Necessary. Yet, where was its value?

Posted By: Magus Nov 08, 2004 - 12:01 pm

Jacatour looked strait at Gregory, old anger rising once more. "I am my own keeper! I make my own desicions! This is what I choose, I have accepted this. Have you?"

"Jacatour..." Shabel-Grah started. "Maybe this is something we should discuss. You're sacraficing your life, your soul, here. It's not a simple matter."

"Do you think that I haven't considered this? I have made my choice."

Yissam went up to Jacatour. He stood close and put a guiding hand on his shoulder. "I think you should listen to Shabel-Grah. He speaks caution, and there is wisdom in that. I beg you to think this over, if for just a minute longer."

"You meen to lecture me? Where were you all the years I needed you before?" His voice quickened and some anger flowed out at Yissam.

"You know where, Jacatour. I was chasing after you."

Jacatous and his brother both fell silent. Slowly, almost reluctantly, the Half-Orc spoke again, in a low and serious tone.

"I have made my desicion. If this curr will accept it I have a chance to save Rowena from this darker half. I am bound to repay my debts and so I must do it."

"Jacatour..." Yissam began. "Please... I beg you to reconsider... I have ran after you for so long. I do not wish to loose you now."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 08, 2004 - 12:15 pm

Rieze was well aware of some sort of confusion behind her. Something to do with Rowena it seemed. She wished she could go over to see what was happening and perhaps help, but circumstances proved otherwise. There was no way she would turn her back on this massive orc. Not when he stood over her and her new friend the shaman. It would be almost certain suicide. The mammoth creature seemed to have its eyes fixed on Hashin and the shaman seemed to be bravely holding the stare. Rieze was not a patient being so she quickly tired of the staring competition. She pointedly lowered her weapons and stepped forward, boldly staring into the orcs hideous face, her eyes exploding from dark brownish black to a blazing purple. She spoke slowly and as clearly as she could.

"Your comrades have all been slain. Look around you, deir corpses litter de very ground ve stand upon. Surely you have no vish to join them! Ve vill let you go back to vherever you came from, report to vhoever you report to, bazically you carry on wit life as you vould normally have it as long as you never bother us again. Vhat say you to dis proposal?" Rieze knew she was taking a considerable risk. With one stroke of this orc's mighty axe Rieze could be no more.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 08, 2004 - 12:26 pm

Rieze was jerked from her dream. slowly, oh ever how slowly!, she sat up, gazing around her at all of the death. . . she had a new outlook on things now that she'd seen her sister. all this death, it was like a black cloud hanging over her. she felt strong, powerful. most of her wounds were healed completely thanks to Hashin. Rieze looked about for him, wishing to thank him. she saw him and stood to walk over to where he leaned upon a tree.

"Thank you. I am. . .in your debt and that is something that is not easily forgotten and pushed aside. I also wished to warn you. it seems by an uncanny coincidence that all who befriend me end up dead. it is no something i would wish to happen to you as well." Rieze looked at the gorund, not wishing this shaman (or anyone) to read into the story of her life that was betrayed in her dark eyes.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 08, 2004 - 12:48 pm

Rowena's stance lost its agressiveness as Gregory withdrew. Rowena rushed forward and hurled herself at Jacatour. "NO! I will not let you do this! Jacatour you have no idea what you are getting into and I will not let it happen. You are NOT going to do this. I must have some say in this--please."

Posted By: Magus Nov 08, 2004 - 02:53 pm

"Jacatour, please listen to her." Yissam pleaded, not being one to do such.

"No." He spoke plainly. "I am in debt to you for harming you befor. I am in debt to you for ever getting you involved in this Gods •••••• quest of ours. And I cannot sit back and watch you suffer. I will not watch it. I will take this burden unto myself."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 08, 2004 - 03:36 pm

Rowena stepped back, "If you are indebted to me, Jacatour then you cannot take him from me. It is more than--" She shook her head and stamped, "Jacatour I walked into that tavern and it was my decision to join Shabel-Grah in this quest. You had not even arrived before we decided. You never 'got me involved'. I pay my own debts, Jacatour and I will not let you take this upon yourself."

Posted By: Magus Nov 08, 2004 - 04:50 pm

"I;m sorry Rowena." Jacatour started. "But the desicion is already made. I cannot stand to see you left in his care. I would rather be in his custody then to see you in his."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 08, 2004 - 04:55 pm

"No!" Rowena shouted, "It has not been made! I will not let you do this, Jacatour--I've just been...distracted, recently, so he's gotten control of me and he's been calling on his favors with me. I owe him nothing now. I can force him forward, I'm making progress with him Jacatour. You'll have to start at the beginning. I don't care what you cannot stand. I will not let you."
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Postby Neurolanis » Thu Apr 14, 2005 9:32 am

Posted By: Magus Nov 08, 2004 - 05:06 pm

"I thought that I had lost you once to my error, because he was in control. I can't stand the thought of losing you again because I chose the path of abstinance."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 08, 2004 - 05:10 pm

"It was not your error, Jacatour, it was mine. Would you at least give me credit in that respect?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 09, 2004 - 03:54 pm

Rowena smiled slightly at Yissam's words. It almost sounded like something she would say. She blew out air in a long stream and felt her shoulders relax with it. She bit her lip, realizing how much this had affected and then stood.

She paused a moment and then stalked over to her horse and pulled her bedroll off. She went around to the other side and struggled with her fingers as they refused to open the clasp on her satchel.

Posted By: Magus Nov 09, 2004 - 04:03 pm

Shabel-Grah spoke in a broken and strained tone. "I... am fine... Verilly, I am. We must... get to the... tomb... Sabal...Gah..."

His words betrayed him and the energy spent in exertion had drained him. He passed out and slumped nearly to the ground. Yissam cought him before he could fall down entirely.

"I think we should head back towards the camp I made prior. There is... was, a fire. The meat's undoubtably ruined by now, but the fire should be going still. It would make for a suitable camp."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 09, 2004 - 04:09 pm

Rowena's eyes moved to Shabel-Grah as he fainted. She started to move from her horse, but then thought better of it. Shabel seemed in good enough hands with Yissam, as much as she hated to admit it. Instead she nodded and repacked her bedroll. "Alright." She nodded to Yissam and lifted herself weakly onto her horse, slumping in the saddle slightly. "It looks like this is beginning to tell on me as well," She muttered.

Posted By: Magus Nov 09, 2004 - 04:33 pm

"Where are the others?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 09, 2004 - 04:38 pm

"I'm not sure." She looked around. "Wait--through those trees, I think." She pointed to a long strand of trees to her left.

Posted By: Magus Nov 09, 2004 - 04:40 pm

"It is best to gather them before we take our leave." Yissam said. "Follow me."

And he ventured into the small grove of trees with Shabe-Grah in his arms. Jacatour looked at Rowena.

"Let us follow."

ANd he followed his brother. He followed Yissam Snizwatt.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 09, 2004 - 04:46 pm

Rowena stopped her horse, watching the two brothers. She hated the symbolism but once again bit her lip and followed after them.

Posted By: Magus Nov 09, 2004 - 04:53 pm

Jacatour followed behind Yissam. He was too far away to converse but close enough to have himself known, this was how he liked it. He didn't know what paths had crossed to bring the two of them together, but he didn't exactly know what to make of it.

Could he love Yissam, as a brother should? Could he forgive Yissam?

Posted By: SirJill Nov 09, 2004 - 04:57 pm

Rowena knew they would soon reach the clearing where she had left the rest of the party. She kept and eye on the back of Jacatour's head, just in case, her hands white around the reins of her horse.

What can he be thinking?

What indeed?

She shivered slightly.

Shut up, Gregory.

It was your choice to stop him. You have nothing to complain of.

Then shut up.

Posted By: Magus Nov 09, 2004 - 05:06 pm

Could he ever forgive Yissam? Jacatour simply didn't know if he could. How could he? He had killed his wife? But, in return, had he not gained Rowena?

Posted By: SirJill Nov 09, 2004 - 05:11 pm

You have chosen to remain with me, Rowena. Does that not mean something to you?

Of course it does. It means that I wasn't willing to subject Jacatour to you, to something he couldn't possibly anticipate.

Like you when you woke up? Do you remember the infirmary?

NO! Shut up!

Do you remember how your arm was charred? Do you? Do not forget your past, Rowena. Do not forget who made you.

"No one 'made' me!" She yelled, "You were the one who chose to join them, not me! NOT ME!" She collapsed against her horse, biting her lip until it bled, her entire body shaking as images of the fire, that horrible fire filled her eyes. "No, please..."

Posted By: Magus Nov 09, 2004 - 06:21 pm

Jacatour ran back to her quickly and knelt beside her. He gently brought up her head and held her face in his hand.

"I will not if ye should say no. But remember, I will always be here to take your burden if it be ye're wish. I woudl do it in an instant; you have only to say the word. Would ye not have me lift ye're pain?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 10, 2004 - 03:22 am

She gripped his hand, swallowing with difficulty and trying very hard to stop the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. "You're only making this harder." She whispered. "Please, Jacatour, just..." but her tears were insistent, they crawled out of her eyes, burning streaks down her cheeks. "I just want it to go away with no cost. I can't force it on someone else."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 10, 2004 - 12:54 pm

Rieze had been staring insistantly at Hashin as he leaned against a tree. She'd tried her hardest to get him to tell her what seemed to be bothering him. She didnt even notice the others appear in their clearing until Rowena started to have some kind of fit. Jacatour was at her side in an instant. he looked at her in a way that Rieze could only fantisize about someone looking at her. the two were in love, something Rieze had never known. 'And probably never will.' a voice in her head mocked. Rieze shook the voice away and looked back at her companion.

"De others are here. presumably to lead us off somevhere. the necromancer looks to be in bad health, most probably in need of your help." she spoke, tapping Hashin lightly because he seemed oblivious to the outside world. she strolled over to Yassim, glad that Jacatour hadnt killed him, stopping and looking back at the shaman to say, "You knov, if you ever do vant to talk, I vill listen. Ve all have secrets."

Posted By: Magus Nov 10, 2004 - 01:15 pm

Jacatour looked again into Rowena's eyes. "It t'would not be forcing me when I ask for it."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 10, 2004 - 01:41 pm

"No, you don't," She choked, "You don't understand. You can't without...going through what I went through. I want to be rid of him, but not at your cost. This isn't something you want, Jacatour, it's not a good thing, it's not interesting it's nothing like you could expect." She dropped her eyes, "It begins when you're drowning in emotion--and suddenly there's a part of you that's--not you. He's not feeling what you are, he doesn't care what you think, or feel or..."

Posted By: Magus Nov 10, 2004 - 01:45 pm

"You defend your keeping him by saying I do not understand. Let me help you. Let me understand."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 10, 2004 - 02:50 pm

"No," She mumbled.

Posted By: Magus Nov 10, 2004 - 02:52 pm

"As you wish." He said kindly. "I will respect your descision whatever it may be. And I will love you no matter what happens."

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 10, 2004 - 05:46 pm

Hashin gave Rieze a warm smile. She meant well, and she did care, but he felt that his problems ran far too deep and were far too abstract for her understanding. However, not all of his problems were so abstract. "I am not ... used to speaking to people about my feelings. Few shamans would ever do such a thing with non-shamans. But I ... am far too human, on the surface. Consciously, I mean. I'm a loner. My only friends are among the dead, and, well, they are not in some ways desirable company. My life is to heal others, and fight for causes that the Great Shamans of the dead support. They speak to me often." He didn't seem about to offer any more, although he didn't seem unwilling to.

Posted By: Magus Nov 10, 2004 - 06:39 pm

"Well," Yissam began, hauling the unconcious Shabel-Grah with him. "there is a need of you services here. I treated him as best I could with my practical magics, but he needs true magic for what ails him. Is it within your skills to cure him?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 11, 2004 - 08:58 am

Rowena nodded. She brushed a handful of curls out of her eyes and shifted. "Alright. Come on, lets go talk to the others."

Posted By: Magus Nov 11, 2004 - 09:20 am

"Aye. Let us do just that." He stood up and waited to allow her to take the lead.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 11, 2004 - 12:40 pm

A smile touched the corner of her mouth and she rose, kissed him quickly on the cheek and moved forward with a jerk, rejoining herself with the others before he could say anything to stop her.

Posted By: Magus Nov 11, 2004 - 12:56 pm

Jacatour merely stood where he was, as if he was frozen by some witches spell. He had thought he'd never feel the kiss of a woman before. Gods! How he was wrong.

He stood up and followed Rowena. He would follow her whereveer she tread until the day he died. And, even in death, he would protect her from any who dared harm her.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 11, 2004 - 01:40 pm

Rieze returned Hashin's friendly smile. "You see, that is vhere ve are alike. Both alone in de world. All of my friends, all of my loved ones, they are dead. murdered. that is why i am hov i am. but even if dey are from other realms, you still have some friends. Vhich is vhy i must vonder vhy you are as you are." she raised her eyebrows as she spoke, her tounge falling over the words of this foreign language. why was everything so much harder to say in commontounge?

"so, perhaps ve are. . .friends, den? hmmm?" she asked hopefully, half thrilled to have a living friend but half fearing what may become of him if they were indeed friends.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 11, 2004 - 06:50 pm

"Friends," replied Hashin with a great effort. He wasn't sure how much heart to trust in this, but he wanted to try. "Your family was murdered, you say? How did this happen?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 12, 2004 - 09:16 am

Rowena knelt next to the campfire and stirred it back to life. She kept her eyes on the fire as it flickered and danced around the charred logs.

That was very daring. You are quite enamored with him aren't you.

Rowena ignored him. She continued staring at the fire when suddenly she felt a small gathering of power in her palm. His power pricked her skin, making it dry and streched until tiny spots of blood pricked the dryness of her palm. She pulled away from the fire.

Stop. Why are you doing this.

Since when do you ignore me? You will heed me Rowena.

You've turned bastardly. She replied.

I've made a few decisions based on yours. That is all. We will start back at the beginning. When I speak, you answer me.

No. I went through this once, I will not do it again.

Her hand sparked with pain again but she shut her eyes and clenched her palm. More tiny bloodened spots appeared. She walked over to Yissam and asked, "Is there a stream near here? Can you point my way?"

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 12, 2004 - 12:21 pm

Rieze looked curiously at Hashin. she'd assumed that he already knew. where she came from, everyone knew. that knowledge was why people feared her. this shaman didnt know now, but when he did would that change his trust in her? Rieze mused silently to herself wondering what to do.

"You truly do not know?" she asked, closely watching the shaman's facial expressions. "i tought everyone knew de story of de Sharah. I am de only von left from dat line. de last sharah dey call me. de lost sharah is what i think.It is painful for me to say de story but if you vish it i vill try." Rieze stopped speaking and watched Hashin, wondering what he thought of her now. was he frightened? it was common knowledge that death followed the last sharah like a shadow or mammoth rain cloud to fog her future.

Posted By: Magus Nov 12, 2004 - 12:30 pm

"Yes, there is." Yissam replied. "I will fetch the water, if you can look after the necromancer here."

He gently placed Shabel-Grah down on the soft Earth. In the bushes nearby he fetched out his travel-bag, made of a course leather. He reached in a grabbed two blankets, made of thick wool. ON he placed over Shabel-Grah to keep him warm. The other he gave to Rowena.

"You must be cold." He said, trying to start anew with her, no that they were comrades. "Take this and wrap yourself in it while I fetch the water. There's a small stack of wood at the other end of the fire if you need it. I will return shortly."

Yissam left for the woods just as Jacatour finally came and sat next to the fire. He picked up a handful of kindling which he placed in the fire. When the blaze got a little larger he put a log, andf the two, onto it. The he spoke to Rowena.

"It's a nice night, is it not? The stars are out and the moon is new. Fuuny, that, whouldn't you say? New moons for ne beginnings."

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 12, 2004 - 12:55 pm

"I ... do not remember one named Sharah. Tell me if you can, but if it troubles me too much I'll understand." The shaman's eyes seemed curious and interested -- like those of a doctor for a patient's health. But Hashin, being a shaman, had a deep love for all living things, including Rieze.

Posted By: Magus Nov 12, 2004 - 01:18 pm

Yissam walked off into the woods. He walked parrallel to a small path and then down a steep hill. Here he came to a small babbling brook.

He had taken several large water skins of his from the camp and was filling them up.

He prayed for Jacatour's Happiness. He prayed for Rowena to love him. He prayed so hard and so long that soon all of the skins were filled and he found himself walking back towards the camp.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 12, 2004 - 01:27 pm

A lone horseman rode across his path, blocking it. He was a tall, handsome man in the way Rowena was beautiful, his light brown hair falling in front of his eyes. He drew a dirk. "Halt, sir--and tell me how far am I from Avanoor?"

Digger had been riding for many days. He had left the forest shakey, but the horse he'd picked up at the first inn he came to had made a difference. The name Sabal-Gah had gone far, something that had surprised him. He wondered what sort of effect it would have on this oaf.

Rowena wished she hadn't let Yissam go to the stream. She wanted to keep her hand quiet and it would have been easier if she had gone herself. She gave Jacatour an absent nod and squeezed her hand into a fist. She only got partway. The dry pain which flared around her palm when she moved it was enough that she did want to do just that.

Posted By: Magus Nov 12, 2004 - 01:35 pm

"Hail, starnger. It is customary to know the name of he who I converse with. I am Yissam Snizwatt, formerly High General of the Western Orc Hord. By what name do you call yourself?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 12, 2004 - 01:39 pm

Digger frowned. He never liked giving out his whole identity, especially to this orc, despite his title. He snorted, "High General? Formerly? Should not you be deceased, sir?"

Posted By: Magus Nov 12, 2004 - 01:49 pm

Yissam grinned a knowing grin. "No. I may be a formerly if I have nothing left to command. They all died in battle, I was the only one who survived it. But this still does not answer my question of who you are."

Yissam had to laugh inside. He had chosen not to reveal that he was the one who had killed them all.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 12, 2004 - 01:54 pm

Digger smiled. "Ah, I see." It was clear that he did not believe Yissam. "But there are still two unanswered questions. You asked my name and I asked the distance from Avanoor. Do you put such a high price on my name?"

Posted By: Magus Nov 12, 2004 - 02:07 pm

"No, on a second thought. Your name is not so valuable, as you have implied. So why hide it so?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 12, 2004 - 02:15 pm

Digger snorted. "Why not?" He replied tersely. "And why is the distance to Avanoor such a thing to be concealed? Answer me that."

Posted By: Magus Nov 12, 2004 - 02:17 pm

"So what I conclude is that either your name is too valuable for something so simple as your bearings or your bearings are too expensive for your name. Is it really so hard for you to give it? Or do you not have a name? Maybe I should give you one. How does Mushplick sound to you?"

Posted By: Magus Nov 08, 2004 - 05:14 pm

"He was in control of your body. I thought of myself, of my safety. I gave no thought to your or your safety. Of that I am ashamed and my debt is grevious. Would you not give me the chance to honorably repay you in this respect?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 08, 2004 - 05:17 pm

"But I let him take control. You could be expected to do nothing else. Jacatour would you have had me kill you? Would you? Answer me that!"

Posted By: Magus Nov 08, 2004 - 05:20 pm

Jacatour looked at her, into her vibrent eyes. But he couldn't stand it for long. He couldn't face her and so looked away.

"To my everlasting shame; in that moment I would have killed you, had you not returned to me."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 08, 2004 - 05:25 pm

"That is not what I asked." She swallowed and then moved forward, standing in front of him, finding his eyes so that he could not look away. "Would you rather you died, so that I would live? So that you would keep from killing me? Would you sacrifice your life for mine? That is what I am asking, Jacatour, and nought else."

Posted By: Magus Nov 08, 2004 - 05:32 pm

Jacatour finally mustured the courage to face her, to satre deeply into the recesses of her eyes. GODS! She was beautiful. GODS! How he loved her so.

"Aye. Aye, I would do just that if it came to it, without a doubt in my mind I would."

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 08, 2004 - 05:35 pm

Hashin could see that Rieze was troubled by the ugly creature. "He's no threat to you," said Hashin. "His mind and body are connected to my will." However, there was a partial warning, or perhaps a dark concern half hidden in his eyes.

He looked to the creature, which appeared rather insane, like its mind had been ripped into pieces and was crudely glued back together. It seemed very aware, and yet profoundly out of its element, not only in its environment but also within itself. It was a tragic beast.

"Bow before me," Hashin said to it with confidence, a mist-like aura of fear flowing through his words. The Orc slowly got done on one knee, and then more slowly lowered its head. Hashin approached it, laying his right hand warmly upon its right arm.

"WHAT ... AM I?" it asked.

"You are Cojac. That is what I name you. It is a word, which comes from the Ancients. It means ... "He who was born in two places". You are of Orc World, and of Demon World. Now, you are your own world. I had not intended this. I did this out of desperation. But is done. You are. You are Cojac, my pet. You will serve me, or I shall be forced to destroy you. Your life force is bound to my own."

A deep-rooted fear grew in Cojac's eyes. "YES, MASTER," it said with a nod. "I OBEY. HOW CAN I SERVE YOU?"

"Round up all of the dead Orc and put them in a large pile."


Hashin turned his head to one side. He seemed to listen as if for a faint voice in the wind. He turned back with a confident look. "No, there are no more."

Cojac nodded, and then did as Master had told him. He easily grabbed up six Orcs at a time. They were to him like cats to a human, it seemed. Cats.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 08, 2004 - 05:38 pm

"No." She turned away, her head down, shaking slightly. "No, Jacatour."

Rowena swallowed, her eyes fixed on the ground in front of her. Her hand twitched slightly as it played with the hem of her shirt.

I can't let him do this. I can't.

She shut her eyes bitterly, the question she had just asked Jacatour mirroring itself in her mind. Her hand clenched with a shock of adrenaline at her realization.

She knew she had never experienced love until...

Posted By: Magus Nov 08, 2004 - 05:51 pm

...untill now. Jacatour knew this, he loved the woman before him. He loved Rowena with all of his heart.

"Rowena... you must believe me. I will never let anything happen to you, ever. So long as you live I will be there to protect you, to laugh with you, to wipe away a tear that may fall down your fair face."

He took her chin up gently and brought her eyes to look into his.

"Nothing will ever harm you, not now and not from now on, not while I am with you. I promise you this, Rowena. I give you my word, and it is foy to try and break it once given."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 08, 2004 - 06:03 pm

Rowena stood motionless for a moment and then she reached up and took his hand, whispering, "What am I supposed to say to that, Jacatour? What can I possibly say?" She pulled away, her hand staying clasped on his until the last possible moment and then walked away.

She walked away from him, her hands limp at her sides. She walked until the edge of the forest stopped her and then, only then did she stop. "Then promise me something. Swear to me that you will do whatever I ask of you; no matter what it may be."

She bit her lip furiously, her head down so he would not see the termoil rioting in her face, even from the distance. She swallowed again, forcing back something slimy in her throat and tried to ignore the sparks which flared along her spine. I can't do it. I can't ask him to. I've waited for so long. I can't, I can't!

But there it was, the inevitable fact.
I have to.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 08, 2004 - 06:13 pm

Hashin looked upon Rieze with relief. Perhaps to see the creature obeying him, perhaps to see that Rieze was well, or perhaps both. "You look well," he said. He appeared very tired, and yet his shamanic energies kept him full of life, as if he didn't really need sleep or rest at all, or that part of him didn't.

Posted By: Magus Nov 08, 2004 - 06:20 pm

"What is it that you'd ask of me? Speak and I will hear you. What is needed of me?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 08, 2004 - 06:23 pm

"Swear to me that you will never try to force Gregory's soul from my body unless I wish it." She said slowly. "Swear to me."

Posted By: Magus Nov 08, 2004 - 06:24 pm

Jacatour looked at Rowena. He looked hard at her, soft at her. He couldn't understand why she'd stand to have such a thing inside of her.

"But... Rowena... How... Why..."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 09, 2004 - 03:10 am

"Swear to me." She repeated, stronger this time. "Swear it."

Posted By: Magus Nov 09, 2004 - 03:47 am

"I swear. Gods knows how I swear it to you."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 09, 2004 - 05:08 am

Rowena sank weakly to her knees. "Thank the Great Goddess." She murmured. "He's safe from me for now."

Her hand traveled up and brushed several of her brown curls out of her eyes, her breathing slow and heavy. She'd waited for so long but she couldn't let it come at this price. She wouldn't let him go at Jacatour's cost. She wouldn't.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 09, 2004 - 12:28 pm

Rieze smiled, her dark eyes catching the shaman's. He looked so tired, if only she coud help him.

"And you do not. Is there something bothering you?" she said, carefully as she stared at the hulk as it toiled away, doing as Hashin instructed. something about what had just taken place had made her realize that perhaps Hashin was more powerful than the others had even begun to expect. he seemed to be a man with secrets.

'And that seems to be not to far from my own truth.' she thought to herself as she gazed at the shaman, wondering what his story could be.

Posted By: Magus Nov 09, 2004 - 03:46 pm

Yissam stood and watched Rowena and Jacatour. What could come of them he didn't know. But he did know that no harm must befall them, either one.

Shabel-Grah panted heavily and laboredly. Cold sweat drenched his body and dripped down his back.

"Brother, we had best find shelter and rest. I don't think the necromancer will last long withought either one."

"No... no, I'm fine..."

"Like Hell you are. We must erect camp for the night and rest." Yissanm finished
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Posted By: SirJill Nov 12, 2004 - 02:21 pm

Digger twirled his dirk between his fingers. "I have a name." He grinned wickedly, "I go by that of Sabal-Gah." He waited impatiently for the response this would elicit. Certainly this oaf would have heard of his former employer. It would be amusing to see his reaction.

Posted By: Magus Nov 12, 2004 - 02:29 pm

Yissam remained stolid and steadfast, not moving so much as a muscle. This man was definately not Sababl-Gah.

"Oh, are you now? You are the soulless illusionist? You? I think not. Let's just say that I have had the pleasure of his company once. You are not Sabal-Gah. You are Mushplick."

Yissam placed down the water skins he carried. He reached back and unsheathed Angoraath.

"I am Yissam Snizwatt, former High General of the Western Orc Hordes. This is Angoraath, my companion in battle. I'd suggest you continue down your path. The distance is not far from here. A day or more will bid you to it. But if this moment does not see you gone you shall never grace Avanoor's high halls."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 12, 2004 - 02:35 pm

Well that didn't work. Elira spoke drolly.

Hnn. Digger made a clicking sound at her and sheathed his dirk. I don't suppose you'd step in here?

I can't do illusions. I'm no good. You're going to have to get out of this one on your own.

You just want to sit back and watch me make a fool of myself.

Yeah--pretty much.

Digger laughed--not meanly. He drew his sword and waggled the legnth of metal at Yissam. "And this is my sword. I don't need fancy names for my weapons. I speak for myself and do not ask my weapons to do it for me."

Posted By: Magus Nov 12, 2004 - 02:48 pm

Yissam grinned. "You speak of fighting on your own? Then cast aside your weapon and I mine. Let us fight withought them. But know this, that you are a fool. Any warrior who would not recognize the friend and ally of his weapon is truly a fool, with ideals no more real then Sabal-Gah's illusions."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 12, 2004 - 02:53 pm

"I said nothing of recognizing my sword as an ally or friend. I simply stated that I needed no specific sword or dagger. I trust my instincts more than I trust my weapon."

Posted By: Magus Nov 12, 2004 - 07:33 pm

"And I place faith in my allies. For this sword is both ally and friend to me. It's a shame you show no such loyalty."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 13, 2004 - 07:54 am

"Any weapon can be my ally." Digger snapped. "Can you say the same for yourself?"

Posted By: Magus Nov 13, 2004 - 08:25 am

"It is said, Mushplick, that the warrior does not choose the weapon, that the weapon chooses him. How do you show your respect for your blade? I'm sure you sharpen it fine and polish it real good, but do you love it as if it was your child? Do you hold it sacred? Would you die for it? Sure, I could use any weapon I come across, but that doesn't meen I'll abandon Angoraath for a larger sword, for a sharper or superior sword. we are connected by the bonds a one thousand battles. It is a bond that is not easily broken."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 13, 2004 - 09:08 am

Digger shrugged, "Me, I wouldn't die for my ego. But you can if you choose." He sheathed his sword and pulled his cloak over it, preparing to leave.

Posted By: Magus Nov 13, 2004 - 01:01 pm

Yissam sheathed Angoraath. "So long as you know your superiors in battle, Mushplick. Fare thee well and may a dragon have you for his lunch."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 13, 2004 - 01:07 pm

Digger turned on his horse and snapped, "My reputation is growing, General. You may not have heard of me yet--but you will. My name is Digger MaLain since you are so insistent."

Posted By: Magus Nov 13, 2004 - 01:15 pm

"Ahh, so Mushplick has a name does he? It is one I have not heard of before. But I will keep an ear out for it. And now, seeing as our business is through and all questions are answered I will take my leave." Yissam turned and began walking away, back towards the camp.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 13, 2004 - 01:25 pm

Digger rolled his eyes and kicked his horse forward. He rode over the hill and stopped, looking down at the valley and stream he had just left behind.

The conversation with that man bothered you, I can tell.

Yes. It did. I can't figure out what it was that bothered me so much.

You could follow him.

I could, but I won't. We'll camp here tonight. He climed off his horse and unpacked the few belongings he kept with him and began building a fire.

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 13, 2004 - 01:26 pm

Rieze nodded slowly. this might pain him to see it more than it would pain her. She locked her glassy now black eyes on the shaman's eyes and began to speak, the past reflected in her eyes.

"Dark, the dark of night. all is silent and still. there is something out there, i can feel it. i rise from my bed, wandering out to the barn to hush my horse. all of a sudden there are screams. they came from everywhere, every side of me, surrounding, threatening to swallow me and take me as part of the night.

"the fire... the houses burned, the people burned. . . the city burned. it was the orcs. the orcs and the rajanis. over Kieze's dead, charred corpse i swore revenge and i shall get it."

Posted By: Magus Nov 13, 2004 - 03:33 pm

Yissam returned to the camp. He placed the water skins down near the fire. He sat down and closed his eyes, leaning far back next to a tree. Finally he spoke.

"Can either of you cook? I'm sure that what I prepare would kill the necromancer in his condition."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 13, 2004 - 03:50 pm

"I can cook--I don't know how good it will taste." Rowena stood up. "But we don't have anything to cook. I'll go out."

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 13, 2004 - 06:22 pm

"Why did Orcs attack the village?" asked Hashin.

Posted By: Magus Nov 13, 2004 - 06:29 pm

"I could go out, if you'd prefer it." Jacatour offered.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 14, 2004 - 07:34 am

Rowena shook her head. "No, I'll go." She smiled slightly, "What is this, a conspiracy to keep me at camp?"

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 14, 2004 - 12:55 pm

Rieze's face grew hard and cold as the scenes of her dying family left her eyes. all that was left now was a cold, flat black void. her voice was icy and her expression made her look more dangerous than before. she spoke softly.

"They vere told to. De Rajanis tought ve, de Sharah vere getting too poverful. Ve vere a threat to deir dominance so dey viped us out." tears sprung into the warrioress's eyes and, not wanting the shaman to see them, she turned away from him, preparing to leave.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 14, 2004 - 06:34 pm

Hashin was silent in thoughtfulness. He too had something he could confess. No. Better not said, perhaps. He looked to Cojac. The bodies were piled. Hashin raised his hands, and they caught aflame. Dumbfounded, Cojac stepped back. A smile came upon his face. "MASTER, YOU MAKE FIRE. WHY YOU NOT FRY THEM ALIVE?"

At first Hashin was confused by the mutant's statement, but then he smiled. "Hard to do with moving objects. And setting one or two to flame would be a waste of my energy."

"I SEE," said Cojac.

Posted By: Magus Nov 14, 2004 - 06:47 pm

Jacatour smiled "No, I just thought I could do more then simply sit idle."

Yissam looked grim. He, unlike his brother, did not want Rowena leaving camp, at least with that man, what was his name... Digger, in the area.

"You may go if you wish. But be warned that I came across a shady figure wile gathering the water. He claims to be Sabal-Gah, but he is not. When we parted he claimed another name, although I am unsure of it. Just be warned."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 15, 2004 - 06:03 am

Rowena raised an eyebrow at Yissam. "I MAY go? I appreciate the warning, but I am not willing to play the game your unders have. We are equal here," She looked over at Shabel-Grah, "At least that is what I was told. I am not here for you to give orders to, Snizwatt. I follow who I chose."

Posted By: Magus Nov 15, 2004 - 11:57 am

Yissam looked at her harshly, and then softened. "My apologeze, lady. I am a warrior, a general of an army that now lies dead. I do not meen to order, but it is my nature to. I beg your pardon."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 15, 2004 - 12:52 pm

Rieze looked about the clearing. the others were there moments ago, but where were they now? she scanned the ground and easily found a trail of prints, jacatour's, Yassim's and Rowena's. but, as she turned to go, she felt as though someone else was nearby, very nearby, someone she knew.

Rieze crept over to the giant beast and hashin, placing a finger to her lips in a motion to be silent. her other hand reached for her scimitar which she'd recovered after the fight had ended. 'no, better not use such a large sword, the twins, yes, much better.' she mused to herself. she knew the aura she sensed, it was familiar, but not in a good way.

slowly, ever so slowly, Rieze parted the trees and saw the man making camp. her eyes went vivid purple and she felt herself snarl.

"You. . . you have no business being here! Traitor, begone! Ishtaghtal!" she employed the heaviest insult one could recieve in the ancient Sharah tounge. it was not heard in civil conversation. but rieze remembered this man, the man she had saved the life of and he had returned the favor. the man who had allied himself with Sabal-Gah.

"You...you spawn of evil, pray, beg your gods for a miracle for you vill truly need one! Betrayer!" Her voice had reached a shrill pitch as she cursed the man in front of her, Digger. Rieze prayed that a miracle would indeed come, or someone would intervene, she had seen too much death already today and was tired.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 15, 2004 - 01:57 pm

Digger's eyes snapped away from his growing fire. He rose abruptly and drew his sword, more from habit then anything else. "Who are you?" He demanded, trying to see who it was. "And why do you fling such insults at me?"

Rowena sighed, "Don't call me a lady--because I'm not one." She shook her head, "Just--leave me be, Yissam. I'll sort myself out eventually." She turned and walked off through the forest.

Posted By: Magus Nov 15, 2004 - 02:07 pm

Yissam turned his head, and Jacatour his. They had both heard the shouting.

"I think we had best go. I think our friend has found Mushplick, and she may need some assistance."


"•••• IT! It doesn't matter. We must away to her!"

Yissam got up and ran over to where he had heard the screaming. Jacatour was hot on hi heels. He looked back to Rowena.

"Come, we may need ye're skills."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 15, 2004 - 02:29 pm

Rowena stopped and turned back, meeting his eyes. She shook her head, "I...need some time. I'm sure it's nothing you can't handle." She turned again and dissapeared through the trees.

Posted By: Magus Nov 15, 2004 - 02:31 pm

Jacatour watched in vein for her to return. But she didn't come and he moved back aloong with his brother.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 15, 2004 - 05:49 pm

Hashin and Cojac came into the scene. Cojac strapped his large battle-axe to his side, like a fat dagger.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 15, 2004 - 05:51 pm

Rowena found her way to the stream and sat down on the bank. She stuck her hand in the water and bit back a scream as the water rushed over the parched skin. It felt almost as if her skin were being torn off by the current and she quickly withdrew it, staring at the tiny trails of blood down her hand. She swallowed, thinking of something she knew she could never do.

She stuck her hand back into the water and concentrated on the pain the current caused her hand. After a brief moment the pain got the better of her and she pulled it out of the water and shook it. How it burned!



Are you--?

She could feel him smirking. Maybe.

Rowena threw herself on the bank and stared up at the sky. It was nearing dusk and she intended to stay here until the sun set. Her original purpose for leaving had totally slipped her mind.

Posted By: Magus Nov 15, 2004 - 06:27 pm

Yissam arrived first. Jacatour came second.

"So, Mushplick, we meet again. You may go by your other name, but Mushplick suits you much better."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 16, 2004 - 03:58 am

Digger rolled his eyes, "You again." He snorted. "Perhaps our swords will meet this time, General, for you have intruded upon me." His eyes moved to Rieze. "Besides, you have no interest in our quarrel."

Posted By: Magus Nov 16, 2004 - 12:42 pm

"Perchance they will. Who is to say they will or won't? I have just come to the aid of my comrade there and would care for no more bloodshed on this eve, if it can be avboided. But I will strike if lash out. So be ye warned."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 16, 2004 - 02:27 pm

Digger rolled his eyes, "I don't care if she's your comrade or not--stay out of this." He turned back to Rieze, "So why are YOU intruding on my camp and bringing your friends, eh?"

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 16, 2004 - 02:47 pm

Rieze flashed her violet eyes at the brothers, Hashin, and the shaman's creature. the look on her face cleary said that she could handle it. then, she squared her shoulders and stared down the man called Digger.

"Your memory is poor if you cannot remember those you have crossed. tell me, did you set off from the jaded wayfarer inn in the company of a man called Pashir, a woman named Rieze and a child called Engano Mento? and were you set upon by shades near a small hut? during the fight, was your life in danger? Were you not spared by luck and the skill of your companion, the woman, Rieze? and did you not strike a bargain with the illusionist Sabal-Gah, also known as ENGANO MENTO? vhere is Pashir now? I shall tell you! he is dead! and had she not disappeared Rieze would be as well! and you ask who i am to be making accusations and intruding on your camp? I am who saved your life, one you betrayed. I AM RIEZE!!" she finished, her eyes blazing a fiery purple now, her cheeks rosy and pink as she stepped into the light of the fire. She tossed her long black hair from her face. In the fading firelight, Rieze looked deadly beautiful, like something from a story; a great goddess perhaps, come to wreak justice on the world. but she was not, she was simply a shapeshifter, and an angry one. her swords glinted warningly in her palms, ready to taste flesh.

Posted By: Magus Nov 17, 2004 - 03:51 am

Yissam and Jacatour both saw it. They both knew that, qualms or no, this was not their fight. This was her's. They would not intrude so long as they did not need to, so long as they themselves were not attacked.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 17, 2004 - 03:54 am

Digger smiled, amused. He'd never fought a shapeshifter before and this one seemed to want to. He twirled his own sword, a dangerous, nervous habit of his and then set the point into earth. "And just how exactly did I betray you? If memory serves, I was quite averse to going into those woodlands--yet you are blaming the slaughter on me, ne?"

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 17, 2004 - 09:37 am

Hashin looked with concern at Rieze and Digger.

Cojac looked down at Hashin.

Posted By: Magus Nov 17, 2004 - 12:28 pm

Jacatour silently unsheathed The Brothers. Yissam unsheathed Angoraath. They would not interfere on their own accord, but where ready to ensue combat if they were needed. They were of a like mind.

They remained still. They remained silent. They remained ready to act.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 17, 2004 - 03:42 pm

Digger's eyes flicked to the two brothers. "You said you would stay out of this." He muttered.

Posted By: Magus Nov 17, 2004 - 06:32 pm

"Aye, we did." Jacatour responded. "And we are. T'is nothing wrong in being at the ready."

"Aye, brother. Aye, you speak sooth."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 18, 2004 - 12:46 pm

"How can you say that?" Rieze shrieked "pashir was a GOOD man! and now he is dead thanks to your illusionist who fryed him alive!!you stood by and watched without uttering a single objection! tell me, MR MaLain do you remember the night you chose to forsake us? here, allow me to refresh your memory!" Rieze passed her hand over his fire and the flames grew and the crackle loudened until from it, human voices could be heard. in the fire, the past was played out in firey images from an omnipotent point of view.

as the past played out, Rieze's vibrant purple eyes locked on Digger's face, watching. her knuckles turned white from gripping her swords so tightly. from the fire, voices drifted upward.
(Quoting directly from side adventure archives)

Digger's voice-"I've heard of your brother--Shabel-Grah. And I suppose I have my own reasons for going after him.".

Sabal Gahs voice-"Why don't we have a more open palaver together? I told you my secrets, did I not? I wish to know yours. Mayhap we could assist each other."

Diggers voice-"Possibly. But you gave your secrets freely--and I have a price."

Sabal Gahs voice-"Go on then. Speak your price and speak it true."

Digger's voice-"I did not say the price came for you."
"Before I speak--"
"I have no guarantees that you will not betray me, I suppose. But let me warn you, magician. I sense it and you are finished."

Sabal gah's voice-"Yes, I suppose I would be, at least in a state such as this with my illusions failing me. And you are right as well. For how can you trust a man with no soul? Continue, please, I wish to know more about your price."

Diggers voice- "I have heard rumors that my sister was taken by your brother--Shabel-Grah. They journey, conveniently, to Avanoor. I needed the money, so I signed on with the first travler who needed a guide."

Sabal gah's voice- "You seem to found more then an employer here. Perhaps you found a more lucrative companion in me then you'd ever find in those cretins."

Digger's voice- "How much will you pay me to help kill your brother?"

Sabal gah's voice- "You misunderstand me. Shabel-Grah is MINE! I will let to join me in order to kill some of his companions. I do get lonely when killing entire parties. I would rather enjoy some company. If you assist me I will let you have the jewel of Orceth in the tomb, I'll even fetch it for you if you so desire me to."

(There is speaking of the jewel here but, to Rieze that was not the issue, she cared not for jewels or money, already in the possession of the entire Sharah fortune, she needed no more. The others may/may not care about it. Rowena was also discussed but Rieze had not made the connection at that time and still hadn't, after all, she could hardly expect the Rowena she knew to be associated with this Digger. . . the only pint of interest in this section to Rieze is that the two swear to each other and become blood brothers. )

Diggers voice- "We should take care of Rieze." "Tie up the loose ends and then start to Avanoor. The road I know will get us there in a few days."

Sabal-gah's voice-"That suits me just fine."
"Now die."

Pashir's voice-"Why...are...you...doing this? Hate...is..."

Sabal-gah's voice- "I do this because I can, Pashir. Why should he live when all others have died? Why should he be so gifted. They say he was gifted with a soul and I was cursed without one. I think they have it wrong. He is imprissoned with one and I am free of that burden. VERRO MIANAMIANAMIA!"

Rieze looked at Digger when the scene of Pashir's pile of ashes had finally faded from the flames.

"I would not think that would be something one would forget as easily as you have seemed to. Where is your blood brother now, MaLain? Have you betrayed him as well?"

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 18, 2004 - 06:28 pm

Hashin kept silent, eyes curious upon those of this Digger's.

Posted By: Magus Nov 18, 2004 - 06:52 pm

Jacatour glared, as did Yissam. Both were ready. Both were anxious.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 19, 2004 - 12:21 pm

Digger shrugged. "I have never had any close ties with anyone. Or at least any that lasted long. It was the same with the sorcerer. We spilt after that woman's spell seperated us. I do not know what happened to the others."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 19, 2004 - 12:34 pm

Rieze's snarl turned into a smirk as she watched the man. she looked as if she was going to abandon this fight, turning away from digger, her eyes darkening. but, she whirled as if in an afterthought, and spit at Digger's feet.

"ishtagtal. may the heavens curse you for the rest of your measly existance."

with that, Rieze turned away, pushing past Hashin to stalk into the forest. the trees seemed to swallow her up.

Posted By: Magus Nov 19, 2004 - 01:18 pm

Jacatour sheathed The Brothers. It appeared as if his presence was not needed after all.

But Yissam did not sheath Angoraath. He held it at the ready still. He didn't believe that this man would let them leave ere his battle ended.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 19, 2004 - 02:02 pm

Digger watched as she left. He waited until she had vanished before muttering, "Good riddance." His eyes moved to Jacatour and then to Yissam. His sword point was still embedded in the earth and he watched the other with curious, hooded eyes. However, he said nothing.

Posted By: Magus Nov 19, 2004 - 04:39 pm

Yissam still stared a glance of fire and ice. Angoraath stood at the ready, just as he did. Jacatour saw the unease in his brother and spoke.

"As our business has concluded, we shall take our leave," He turned to his brother. "Come, Yissam. We are finished here."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 19, 2004 - 07:20 pm

Digger kept his mouth shut, but his expression carefully morphed into one of scorn. He kept his eyes on the two bothers, but still remained silent.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 20, 2004 - 05:56 am

Hashin turned to leave, with Cojac behind him.

Posted By: Magus Nov 20, 2004 - 06:22 am

"Let us away, brother. We are finished here."

Yissam glared at this man, Malain. He saw that his was met with a like glare by the man. Clearly they had much in common and, had this been another time, might have met under peaceful palaver. But that time in Yissam's life was over now.

At last he brought Angoraath up and, spinning it once with unsurpassed grace, he sheathed her.

"Yes, brother. Let us away from here," And, to his "mirror". "Long days and Pleasent nights to you. May we never meet again."

He turned, almost reluctantly, and walked away. Jacatour lingered for a moment long. He searched this man's eyes for whatever it was his brother saw. Seeing nothing, at least not what Yissam saw, he turned and walked away in the small path his brother had made through the dense foliage.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 20, 2004 - 06:38 am

Cojac turned and stared at Yissam for a moment. In its eyes was a sense of vague yet sharp memory, but then it quickly passed. He turned his head forward again, as he broke through two joining trees. The small pines were broke aside, wickedly, under the raw might of this creature.

Posted By: Magus Nov 20, 2004 - 06:42 am

Yissam glared at the ground as he trudged back to the camp.

We are one and the same, he thought. He and I are the same, two coins struck from the same mold. Had it just been a year ago, a month, Hell, even a day ago I would have palavered with him. Has it really changed so much in just these last hours?

He kept his eyes down. He stayed to the path. When he got back to the camp he reclaimed his place 'neath the tree. There he closed his eyes but did not sleep. He couldn't have even if he had tried.

Posted By: Magus Nov 20, 2004 - 06:45 am

Jacatour followed the path. He knew it lead back t the camp, as easy and straight of a path as one could hope for. But he could help but think, of that man... of Rowena.

You lied to yourself. You DID see something in there. Something you won't admit!

Like what? What could I have seen?

Rowena. You saw Rowena in his eyes. Darker and fell, but Rowena none-the-less.

NO! That's impossable.

It IS possable, and you know it. More then that it IS true and you FEEL it. You've stared into her eyes enough to know it sooth.

And at this he had no argument left. He HAD seen Rowena in his eyes. But what did that meen?

Posted By: SirJill Nov 20, 2004 - 10:35 am

Digger watched the four depart. He sheathed his own sword and turned back to his camp. He knelt next to the fire and stirred it a little. After a moment he stood up and grabbed his empty water skin and walked back toward where the stream had been.

He stopped and knelt next to the stream, his eye wandering down the bank as he thrust the water skin into the stream and tied it to a rock. In the dim twilight he could see a figure with curly hair lying on the opposite side. He squinted and then sat back on the bank, waiting for the skin to fill up.

Rowena pulled her hand out of the water and looked at it. She had covered it with river mud, which cooled the continued buring sensation. It had stopped bleeding by now and was no longer painful to put under water. Her sleeve fell down her arm as she lifted her hand above her, watching it and waiting for the mud to dry.

Digger nearly fell into the stream. He choked back a lump of something--and stood up, every part of him thrumming with adrenaline. He swallowed with difficulty and took a step forward, and another. It won't be her, he kept telling himself, you know it. It never is. But he kept walking, his eyes glued on the dark spot on her arm. As he got closer, his footsteps silent, the spot solitified into a rough brand; the same as his own.


Rowena sat quickly and tried to hide her hand from whoever had spoken. "Who are you?" She demanded before her eyes fell on the man behind her. Her mouth fell open.

Both of them were thrown backward in an abrupt jerk; sending Digger into a mad panic and Rowena into hysterics.

"Who..?" Digger asked.

"We're traveling with others, it will be strange if she dissapears." Rowena said quickly.

Digger gave a curt nod. "I'll go then."

Elira pulled Digger upward with difficulty; he was fighting her with all his might. She forced him to walk back to his camp and pack up his belongings and mount his horse.

Elira... Digger gasped, I've never--please, she's my sister! Just let me--!

Just let it go, Digger. She replied solemnly and kicked the horse into a gallop; riding toward Avanoor.

Rowena sat on the bank for a few minutes while Greogry gathered himself. He forced the angry screaming and profanity to the back of his mind and stood. He arrived back at the main camp a few minutes later.

Something seemed to have happened in their absence. Greogry looked around and then moved over to Jacatour, "Did something happen while I was gone?" He asked.

Posted By: Magus Nov 20, 2004 - 10:55 am

Jacatour didn't look into her eyes. He couldn't, really. He was afraid he'd have seen the other in her eyes. He was afraid he would see that •••••• man back in the forest in her eyes. If he would have looked into them, he would have known what had happened; who was in control. But he didn't and so couldn't know.

"N... nothing Rowena. Nothing that you should concern yourself with at any rate."

Posted By: Magus Nov 20, 2004 - 11:07 am

Yissam heard Rowena come back. He heard Jacatour respond.

Yissam was no Half-Blooded Orc. He loved his brother, but it was exactly what his brother was. He didn't here the slight change in her speach and voice. He didn't notice.

But Yissam did.

Yissam knew indeed. But he couldn't come to his brother's rescue all the time, with these matters anyway. He would have to figure this out for himself. The sooner the better.

Posted By: Magus Nov 20, 2004 - 11:08 am

Shabel-Grah remained unconcious. Thomas lay by his side, gently licking and carressing his face.

He loved Shabel-Grah like a father. He would not leave his side for anything.

Thomas recalled the day he first met his new master. He had been so nervous, so scared. He had grown to love Shabel-Grah. It hadn't been long before Shabel-Grah had saved his life. It was a long time, however; before Thomas could return the favor.

He didn't know what he would do if Shabel died. He certainly couldn't go on. He would be lost. He would not be able to continue on. He would die from a broken heart.

Shabel-Grah groaned feintly. Thomas perked his ears and went closer to his side.

But he didn't wake. Thomas was begining to fear that he never would.
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Posted By: SirJill Nov 20, 2004 - 01:46 pm

Rowena nodded and took a seat in front of the fire and stirred it idly. She looked suspisciously over at Yissam but said nothing. After a moment she stood up. "I think I'm going to bed."

Posted By: Magus Nov 22, 2004 - 03:49 am

Yissam looked up, as if to acknowledge this. He then tucked his head back down and closed his eyes. In time he would sleep, but not now.

Jacatour looked at her, but not in the way that would alert him to the presence of her other. He still didn't want to see the man he knew was kin to her in her eyes.

"G'night, Rowena." He mumbled. He, too, stared into the fire. He watched it crackle and dance. He saw his very life burning before his eyes.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 22, 2004 - 06:22 am

**Morning. The party walked early, as a giant river of thick, mystical fog rolled down from the north. It covered everything, except the trees and some higher banks. An old and rugged path lay before them, and down that road appeared strange-shaped rocks on either side of it. Closer, they appeared as little Gargoyles, worn by weather of many centuries. It seemed a foul omen.**

Hashin's senses went wild as he looked about the place. "The dead watch over this place. They crawl over its banks, up its trees, like an outer layer of skin. They watch us with fear and hatred, for some power lurks ahead that they cannot aquire, but observe. It must be the ancient graveyard. What dangers lie there I shudder to think."

Ahead a little further, laid a dead Klundor. He lay out over the path; limbs outstretched in terror -- a mad terror which was in his eyes, and eternal expression. "Fear killed him," explained the shaman. "Terrible fear."

Posted By: Magus Nov 22, 2004 - 12:00 pm

Shabel-Grah was concious at last. The night's rest and meal, along with this morn's meal and some more of the remedies that both Jacatour and Yissam could supply. He was still groggy, still woosy and weary, but at least not an easy target. He would regain much streangth by nightfall, and then all of it by the next day's rise.

Thomas lay on the necromancer's shoulder and llicked his ears. He had been doing much the same since he awoke this morning. He was sad, in a way. Thomas looked haggard and spent. Worry had done much to age the poor little friend that he had found or, rather, had found him.

Yissam rode along in silence. He hadn't spoken much at all since they all retired. He had treated Shabel-Grah, and fed him what he was sure was safe, but did not speak. He wondered how Jacatour didn't see it. How could he not see the change?

Jacatour rode at Yissam's side. He watched Rowena constantly, but never her eyes. He was afraid what he would see in them if he looked too greedily or too deeply into their vastness. Instead he rode by his brother's side and, finally, he bropke the silence that had subconciously grown between them.

"What do you think could have caused such a death?"

Neither Yissam or Shabel-Grah gave a response. Thomas gave a low squeak and a few clicks. But it was obvious that he did not know. Mayhap one of the others did.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 22, 2004 - 12:37 pm

"I have no idea. And for it to befall a Klundor ... yet, I'm sure we'll find out."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 22, 2004 - 12:49 pm

Rieze had rejoined the party late the night before as she'd wandered long, pondering her thoughts. they were big thoughts, filling her head. the sleep that finally came, though lasting only a few hours, had replenished her strength. rieze felt as though she had been born anew. the only thing that plagued her now was that d---ed cursed scar. it would heal up soon though, the 24 hour span of her clans murder was coming to an end. the pain was already begining to dull.

Posted By: Magus Nov 22, 2004 - 01:13 pm

"Whether it befell a Klundor or an Orc or a Human make no difference. We will meet the same fate if it catches us," Yissam interjected.

Posted By: SirJill Nov 22, 2004 - 04:59 pm

Rowena had been quiet all morning, with her head down. Her hands grasped her reins loosely, as if she was entirely somewhere else. Her horse shied nervously as it approched the gargoyles, but she did not seem to notice. Finally the horse stopped and paced back and forth--refusing to move forward beyond that point.

Her head came up and she looked around, her eyes finally resting on Jacatour, the amber flecks still evident. "What happened?" She nodded down to her horse, "Why won't he go any further?"

Posted By: Magus Nov 22, 2004 - 06:11 pm

"It seems that there is cause for caution. We found a Klundorean corpse." Jacatour began.

"Scared to death." His brother finished.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 22, 2004 - 07:23 pm

"Klundors fear ghosts, but not death. They have a natural defense against the dangers which crawls under the conscious eye's views," explained Hashin. "His body is laid here intentionally, yet cleverly in the same position that the fellow died in. His right hand digs into ground, which hangs from his grip, yet the ground under it lays untouched. Perhaps laid here by Rathsarann to scare us off, or lure us in. What is sure is that it was fear that killed him. His spirit is among the demons of this place ... ripped into pieces ... like them. Something terrible awaits trespassers here, with a torture beyond the flesh."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 23, 2004 - 04:02 am

Rathsarann--ah yes.

Gregory...I'm warning you. Rowena growled.

Why? What may I ask, are you going to do?

Rowena straightened on her horse and looked around, "Scared to death?" She raised and eyebrow. "That isn't possible--is it?"

Posted By: Magus Nov 23, 2004 - 02:15 pm

"I've seen cases of Men scared into heart attacks. So I suppose that It is possable, but killed weith the weapon of fear? I suppose that is more your brother's specialty, is it not Necromancer?" Yissam asked.

Shabel-Grah didn't answer. Shabel-Grah didn't need to. Everybody who knew his brother knew of his specialties. Shabel-Grah had feared his brother from the sight of the body. But something was just not right.

Why move the body? It's shows compassion, something Sabal-Gah knows nothing of.

Is it to intimidate us? No, he has far better and more direct ways of doing that.

Then what killed him? I don't know...

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 23, 2004 - 06:57 pm

"Indeed it is possible," agreed Hashin. "We should barry the body. Remmeber, the Klundor is no more: What remains is part of the world, and should be returned to it. Cojac, dig a hole to barry him in."

The Orc-mutant begain digging a hole in a hurry right where it stood, without delay. It pulled the body in, and covered it with soil and rock.

Hashin turned to continue the journey. "Shall we ..?"

Posted By: SirJill Nov 24, 2004 - 03:44 am

Rowena shrugged and kicked her horse forward. It would not move. She frowned and dug her heels in and the horse pranced about--but nothing came of it. "I would--if I could get this godsdamned horse to go forward." She muttered.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 24, 2004 - 05:15 am

"Perhaps we should tie them up here," suggested Hashin. "Whatever dangers that await us, do not have to await them."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 24, 2004 - 10:00 am

"They'll starve." Rowena pointed out. "Why should we leave them? We can't just tie them to a tree and leave them--nor can we let them go; they won't survive long in the wild."

Posted By: Magus Nov 24, 2004 - 11:12 am

Shabel-Grah dismounted his steed and made his way to the grave. He knelt down at the site and began performing prayers and services for the dead's safe journy to whatever end he would meet.

"We shouldn't leave the horses. Rowena's right. They would die here." The Half Orc objected.

"If my life of battles and warfare has tought me anything it's that you don't abandon useful resources. This mounts will carry us much further down this road we take. They will surely die on their own, but stand to lead a good and useful life with us. AT any rate they would be very useful to us. You never know when you'll need a good mount, and these are plenty fine." Yissam said, patting his own dark gray steed. "You never know..."

Posted By: SirJill Nov 24, 2004 - 11:29 am

Rowena streched and then kicked her horse visciously, the animal snorted and shrieked, jumping forward. Rowena held onto the reins grimly and suddenly she turned the horse and began a hard gallop in the other direction then suddenly stopped, just within view and rode back, slower this time, to the group. She looked mildly embarassed but didn't say anything.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 24, 2004 - 02:03 pm

"The road ahead is narrow ... and dangerous," warned Hashin. "Death may meet us all with them, but so be it.

Posted By: Magus Nov 24, 2004 - 05:35 pm

Shabel-Grah stood. He walkd over and remounted his horse.

"So be it indeed."

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 25, 2004 - 02:51 pm

They rode slowly along the trail. Sensations went wild. Strange and desturbing forces were watching them. The fog grew as they went, downhill, becoming thicker. Hashin figured that they were drawing near, but then it was hard to tell, his senses distracted.

Posted By: Magus Nov 25, 2004 - 07:52 pm

"So," Shabel-Grah began, turning to Hashin on his horse. "what do you think killed that Klundor back their? Have you seen anything like it before?"

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 26, 2004 - 01:07 pm

"I ... had an inkling, but I didn't say as I wasn't sure ... but, it seems to be something attacked his soul, NOT his body. His body may have died as a result of his soul being torn into pieces. This would likely be done by a creature beyond the flesh. Not even a Demon could do this. One thing did come to mind -- a Halkuman. An ancient creature which once lived in the north as a race of terrible mutant warriors. They were killed by Elves, but their power endured. Some still walk unseen upon our physical world, protecting the evil forces of the north. What a Halkuman would be doing here is beyond me, but it is said that they could damage a living man's soul. The dead shamans have warned me of such creatures. Unlike demons, shamans cannot control them. Their only known weakness is light. It rips through their unseen skin, and causes them great pain. That's why they stick to the shadows, and to the night. I can't be sure that this was a Halkuman's attack, but if it was we are in great danger."

Posted By: Magus Nov 26, 2004 - 02:30 pm

"And if it is not? I have experience in matters of the soul. Tell me, do you think that a mage could attack a soul in such a way; more specifically, an illusionist of terrable power? I must know if you believe it a possability!"

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 26, 2004 - 05:13 pm

"It ... could be. I wouldn't care to meet one that powerful, other than yourself, that is. A wizard would have to have horrible ancient knowledge, and I couldn't image where such knowledge could linger."

Posted By: Magus Nov 26, 2004 - 09:04 pm

"In a man who had never known a soul or a soul's touch." Shabel-Grah responded, half wrapped in his own thoughts of his brother.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 27, 2004 - 11:28 am

"Why would you say that? I have seen you do some very remarkable things with my own eyes. You use powers which come from deep within the soul. Powers that even shamans do not harvest."

Posted By: Magus Nov 28, 2004 - 10:15 am

"nothing are more fearsome, however; then the powers of a man with no such soul. You don't know the terror's of the soulless man."

Posted By: Mir Nov 29, 2004 - 12:08 pm

There was a ripple in the thick fog and a muffled thud, followed by several muttered curses as the pain began to manifest itself.

Hex felt the hilt of her bone sword digging into her side. She was laying on someone's leg, but the awkward position was keeping her from getting off of it. She felt claws dig into her side as Elenor dragged her out of the tangle and righted her.

Elenor turned and pulled Lancet free of the pile, brushing the girl off, "Where are we Lancet?"

Lancet made a silencing noise and cupped a hand to one ear. Following her lead, Hex and Elenor became very quiet and listened. Not to far away, they could hear a conversation taking place. They couldn't make out the words, nor could they see the speakers for the god forsaken fog...but they knew that the other people were there.

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 29, 2004 - 01:54 pm

Hashin turned away from Shabel-Grah. "I think ... we're not alone."

Posted By: Mir Nov 29, 2004 - 02:11 pm

"What should we do?" Hex massaged the claw marks on her side, trying to ignore the pain. Elenor may not be gentle, but she did seem to be good, or at least helping right now, and both of them had been victims of that same place, though in different ways.

Elenor reached out and grabbed Lancet's hand in hers, "We shall introduce ourselves, see if this place is real, or merely another part of the wizard's spell. To think that he holds all of that power now..." She smirked slightly, though no one saw it through the thick fog, and started forward, her paw raised in greeting.

Posted By: Magus Nov 29, 2004 - 02:27 pm

Shabel-Grah turned around one way and then the other. He could sense a presence in the air, highly magical. Finally he turned behind him. He could snese it coming, generall though.

Yissam cocked an eye and an ear and Jacatour turned his head to look. Orc senses were, by and far, better then the typical human's. They could make out the individuals.

Jacatour could hear the murmer of their voices while Yissam could hear it all.

Nobody spoke up. They simply watched and listened.

Posted By: Mir Nov 29, 2004 - 02:34 pm

Elenor could make out the forms of those sitting on the horses. She squinted, thinking that one looked very familiar. Suddenly she halted, pulling Lancet to a stop and blocking Hex's passage, "Wizard, we meet again. Your last spell was impressive, but as you can see, we survived."

Elenor made a gesture with her paw, "I will not forget that it was you who did this to me."

Posted By: Magus Nov 29, 2004 - 02:42 pm

Shabel-Grah looked coldly at her. She knew! She had to know his brother to speak to him in such a manner.

"Where is he?" He asked coldly. "Where is Sabal-Gah?"

"Shabel, it cannot be. They cannot know." Jacatour started.

"They do know! Can you not see it in there eyes? Do their words not strike you as odd?" He turned back to the new arrivals.

"Now, where is he? Where is my brother?"

Posted By: Mir Nov 29, 2004 - 02:49 pm

"Brother, what game are you playing with me wizard? I know of your illusions, and these with you are no more than your tricks. You're flaunting your power, but be warned I have more of my own now. And know that I gave you that power." Elenor flexed her paw as she glared at the wizard. Her eyes glowed with a feral light.

Posted By: Mir Nov 29, 2004 - 02:52 pm

Lancet watched wide eyed, but wasn't really paying attention. She knew that this would work itself out. What was bothering her was the nagging feeling of dread that still persisted in her mind. She clenched her fists until they turned white, but kept quiet. She did not want to bring anything about by speaking.

Posted By: Mir Nov 29, 2004 - 03:04 pm

Hex looked at the man. Her eyes narrowed, "You are the one that betrayed me? You beast!" Her hand fell to her sword and she felt the pain in her head rising. She released the hilt and grasped her head with both hands, trying to ease the pain. She staggered into Elenor and used the elf for support as she tried to shake off the pain.

Posted By: Magus Nov 29, 2004 - 03:36 pm

"Enough of this!" Shabel-Grah shouted. "My name is Shabel-Grah! My brother, the one whom I hunt and meen to kill is my brother, Sabal-Gah."

He reached into his pack and brought out the skeleton of a wild rabbit that he had eaten some months ago. The corpse was clean and white. Thomas cringed slightly at the sight of it, never being comfortable with his master eating the kind of which he was, familiar or no.

He flung the corpse out a ways in fron the the ongoers. "VALTEA VALTEA RAQUIER RAE!"

The corpse rose with a snap and began running wildly around to each member in turn. It first sniffed one and ran to the next and then back to sniff the first again.

"I am no illusionist! I am a high Necromancer from the North! If I was an illusionist then could I raise the dead? You would dissolve such an illusion with a touch. And how would I know the incantation for the ressurection?"

Posted By: Neurolanis Nov 29, 2004 - 05:12 pm

Cojac stepped up. Hashin raised his hand to stop the mutant, a curious brow raised to the strangers.

Posted By: Magus Nov 29, 2004 - 05:50 pm

"Now where is my brother? I am the only one who has the right to end his life!"

Posted By: Mir Nov 30, 2004 - 08:12 am

Elenor's look shifted to one of bland intrest, "Yes, so you're a necromancer. I'm afraid your brother could do more than you think. In my constant experimentations, I seem to have empowered him...and he thanked me by placing me and my fellow travelers in a world of nightmares..." She yawned, her anger having fled, and turned to Hex, who was leaning on her and panting heavily, having just fought off the blinding pain, "Evidently this man isn't the one that we were following. He should be somewhere nearby though."

Hex regained her composure and began stroking the hilt of her sword, surveying the group with suspiscious eyes, "Your brother tried to pass himself off as a necromancer, he wanted to use me to further his purposes." She leveled a peircing glare at Shabel Grah.

Posted By: Mir Nov 30, 2004 - 08:20 am

Hex felt a twinge in the back of her mind. High Necromancer of the North, surerly Meran had known of this man, did that mean that he could possibly know of her? Suddenly her gaze dropped and she felt self conscious of the multitude of bone artifacts she was carrying. It was at that moment that the rodent skeleton she had revived began to squirm in her pocket. She reached down and retreived it, setting it on her shoulder.

The thing looked about carefully, then dug its claws into her tunic and settled down, allowing her a second pair of eyes.

Posted By: Magus Nov 30, 2004 - 11:55 am

"What happened with him? What could you do to make him stronger? Where is he. It is my duty to kill him; mine alone."

Posted By: Mir Nov 30, 2004 - 12:17 pm

Elenor smirked slightly, "I'm afraid that I did get the last laugh in this one though. I gave that soulless beast a taste of what he feared the most, the only thing that could increase his power, I gave your brother a soul." She looked to Hex, seeing that the Klundor appeared slightly shaken. With the slightest tinge of guilt, she continued on, "As to where he is, how should we know? We have been trying to escape that spell that he used on us for a long time now. We're not even sure if he made it out himself."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 30, 2004 - 12:36 pm

Rieze had been riding slightly behind the group, her faithful stallion had caught up with her in the woods the night before and now trotted fearlessly behind the others. It hesitated when passing the place where the dead Klundor was buried but Rieze leaned forward, whispering comforting thoughts into the horse's black velveteen ears. Hearing Rieze's spoken assurances, the horse snorted and slowly continued on. Rieze could feel the lingering evil, whatever it was. With another command, the horse trotted up to Hashin's side. He seemed distracted as well. Rieze cleared her throat, drew her heavy black cloak tighter and spoke softly.

"I suppose it vould be folly to not be slightly spooked, no? After all, dis thing dat attacked de Klundor, is not of dis vorld, is it? Enemies aplenty from dis vorld I can handle alright but dose spiritual types are not my ilk at all."

This was when the newcomers came from the fog. one of them, a woman, not the one with the strange claw, but the one that seemed dark and lonely. . . where had she seen her before?

"Aha!" she said aloud as she realized it. she slid from her horse, absently handing her reins in Cojac's direction. she held her hnds out, palms upward, and approached the woman.

"You. . .do you remember me? I apologize for my past actions, especially vhen my companions shunned you. You vere de vounded Klundor ve encountered in de voods, verent you? Velcome. I can vouch for Shabel-Grah. he is a good, kind soul. not like his brother."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Nov 30, 2004 - 12:44 pm

Nikiera stumbled forward, out of the fog, slightly behind Elenor, Lancet and Hex. Tierny(the tiger-ish) followed, obligingly. Nikiera looked around, shivering.

"Rather nippy today isnt it? i say where are we, in a graveyard or something?"

The tiger, Tierny, just rolled her golden eyes in hopelessness. Nikiera's facade of ditsy ignorance was impecably good. Tierny took the time to examine the party facing them. a somber bunch to be sure. and no wonder, this place gave her the creeps!

Posted By: Mir Nov 30, 2004 - 12:52 pm

Hex looked over and her eyes narrowed. Yes, she recognized that one. They were one of those that had shunned her while she asked for help.

Slowly the look faded as she remembered the plight that they had been in at the time. There was an excuse for them. Hex made a slight bow, "Please excuse my rude behavior; but last time we met, it was not under the best of conditions."

Posted By: Magus Dec 01, 2004 - 11:57 am

Shabel-Grah looked coldly at Elenor, a woman he had already begun to dislike. "Do you have any idea what you've done by streangthening him? Do you? Or do you just not care?"

Posted By: Mir Dec 01, 2004 - 12:23 pm

"It is not in my black soul to care. If it is any consolation to you, you're brother now suffers from a plight that he can not comprehend. Like I said earlier, he has a soul now; and he must learn to live with it." She quirked an eyebrow at him, "Perhaps you would like to explain to us what you've had to live through that seperates you from us. You seem to think that you are high and mighty, but your brother, my dear necromancer, has other enemies as well."

Hex turned to look at Shabel Grah. The small rodent on her shoulder hissed at him, opening its mouth to expose tiny little fangs, "Your brother sent us to a living hell. He made me witness things that no living being should have to see, and nearly took my life. He made me lose my beloved again, and you think that you are the only one that deserves to have a chance at him?"

Posted By: Magus Dec 01, 2004 - 02:03 pm

Shabel-Grah stared coldly at Hex. He was not normally like this. But his brother was now so near. He could practically smell the foullness.

"He burned both of my parents alive without cause. He tortured, raped and mutilated my fiancee. He framed me for these crimes. This was no mere illusion! This is reality, my reality!"

He paused for a moment, only a moment. He regained his composition and began again. "Do you see why I hunt him now? It is not as you had it. I did not live thi as an illusion, although I too have felt their power. He destroyed my life! I'm here to return the favor."

Posted By: Mir Dec 01, 2004 - 02:35 pm

Elenor's gaze changed to one of hatred, "Does this look like an illusion?" She thrust her paw at him, grimacing at its vileness and evil. She tugged on Elenor's hand, "Does this girl appear to be an illusion? I'm telling you your brother manifests his illusions as reality now, and with what is left of my soul I regret having done that, but the threat to us, and the damage we have suffered are very real. Hex did indeed see and feel her loved one being killed again, she saw him die for her again, and it tore at what she has left of a mind. You are truly heartless and mindless in your pursuit if you can't see this."

Hex turned away, wiping a tear from her eye, she could muster no more rage, nor any more strength. She had suffered too much too quickly to deal with this now. "It was Meran, she was using him as a puppet." Maybe the other necromancer would recognize the name and the horrors that it implied.

Posted By: Magus Dec 01, 2004 - 02:40 pm

"And whose fault is that?" He shouted at Elenor. "Was it I who gave him his new powers? Did I hand it to him on a silver platter and watch it for my amusement?"

Jacatour, quite for a long while, finally turned to the Klundor. "Who is this Meran you speak of? Is she some manner of witch or sorceress?"

Posted By: Mir Dec 01, 2004 - 03:13 pm

"It was not for my amusement, it was a test of my skill. Perhaps you will see what a soul can do to him. I'm afraid that I lost the wager though, he did not react in any way that I had thought he would. It was merely a faliure on my part and I'm sure that it can be rectified." Elenor gave him a cold glare, "And I have paid my price, though I almost have to thank him for bringing Lancet to me."

Hex waited for Elenor to stop speaking, then piped up, "Meran is, or was a necromancer of some power. I'm afraid that I use to be her.."

Posted By: Magus Dec 01, 2004 - 03:22 pm

This diverted Shabel-Grah's attention. "Are you... her reincarnation? I have eard of such things but... I have never seen it for myself."

Posted By: *_* fiery red *_* Dec 01, 2004 - 03:43 pm

Rieze assured Hez that it was quite fine.

"i hope you will excuse my past behavior as well. it seems that i had fallen in with the wrong kind."

rieze sent the female necromancer a small but warm and comforting smile, offering her hand as a show of no hard feelings. she thought that perhaps this woman would make a good ally, maybe even a friend?

Posted By: Magus Dec 01, 2004 - 06:00 pm

Yissam had remained quite. He was pensive and stolid, inwardly focussed. What he was so intently fixed on in his own mind was anybody's guess.

Posted By: Mir Dec 02, 2004 - 08:15 am

"Reincarnation? Hardly, Lancet is the very essence of good that was ripped from me in the experiments. Meet my better half dear necromancer...she is everything that I am not." Elenor nudged Lancet forward.

The child took a step and made a small curtsey, looking up at Shabel Grah with her wide eyes that were so full of innocence and wisdom, "Please do not be mad at us, we are here to help you, and Elenor did not intend for any of this to happen."

Elenor smiled, "Yes, I pulled Lancet from the very spell that your brother trapped us in. This displays how real it was, as does my lack of arm. I lost this to a creature that was lurking there, now I control that very beast." Elenor looked to Lancet, then back to Shabel Grah, "It is my desire to see this experiment to the end, and that means at least helping you destroy your brother."

Posted By: Mir Dec 02, 2004 - 08:23 am

Hex nodded to Reize, "Maybe it was for the best that things happened as they did. I've been awakened to what I was." Hex turned to Shabel Grah, "As Elenor must thank your brother, I must thank her. Their acts of evil came to some form of good, no matter how small. I am the good portion of Meran, though I'm not sure that she had much of one, and that may be why I am so imcomplete."

Posted By: Magus Dec 02, 2004 - 01:01 pm

Shabel-Grah glared coldly at Elenor. "You wish to help me? How? Do you meen to make an experiment out of me? My brother may have stood for it, but I will not! I am not one to be made a guinnie pig out of! I will face him on my own, as I always have. If I do not accept Jacatour's help in these matters what makes you think I would accept yours?"

Posted By: Mir Dec 02, 2004 - 01:11 pm

Elenor gave him a very hard look, "I have been enlightened as to what I have been doing through your brother's little lesson. I met another version of me that I was not too pleased with, so no, I have no intention of even suggesting such a thing." She reached out and laid her hand on Lancet's shoulder, "I bleive that you will need to combine your powers with that of others though, that is if you wish to survive any attack by your brother. With the combined powers of you and Hex here, you would stand a chance. I myself have knowledge in power bindings like this. It is a common form of increasing powers, there is little to no risk involved for either of you."

Elenor looked over at Hex, making a brief estimation of her powers, "I myself had a hand in creating her, I think you would be surprised by what she can do."
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