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Streak turned to Aronoth. "We must find safe ground. The safest place in the land was Anier and you saw what they did to it." Streak then turned to everyone else. "I am lucky in the sense that I didn't. I fear that no matter where we go we will have to keep on running. I already have to run away from my shadow and now we have an army on our tail. I don't have long to live, I already feel the life-force failing me. I will die within the next week. Issildia has tried to prevent it, tried to delay it, tried to deny iy, but one way or another I will die. That is what it all comes down to. And to tell you the truth I'd rather die in honour than fear. I'm not saying we fight, we have already lost or chance at that, but I fear that no matter how fast we run, an army can always run faster. They have the advantage of road, a privilage we will never have. They have speed, where we have nothing. We are few in numbers. If we run we delay the inevitable, if we fight we die quickly. There has to be another way. There is no hope for me, but you all have a chance. Unless the impossible happens then I will die, but you all only need a miracle. And trust me when I say, miracles do happen." Streak still wasn't sure where he was going with this speech. It was changing all the time. "I have to do something. A warrior must fight until the end, in his dieing moments. Bravery is not about being fearless, but about confronting your worst fears. I fear the death of us." As he spoke his words, the Sun began to fall. And with it, so did Streak's speech.

((It doesn't take a genius to work out what's going to happen in the next week in RP time. 2 days to go until possession and 6 until, well I don't need to say do I, surely you worked it out considering I said it about 6 times in the speech.))

"I'm with you, I have very little choice anyway. And in any case, if the Necromancer that haunts me wanted me dead, I probably already would be. He wants something from me, but I don't know what." Streak said. "I feel I won't die by his hands."

Issildia looked at Aronoth as he ended his statment,

"Emotion can only hinder actions and cloud the mind, my profession demands clear thought and action through precision, as does this situation...mistakes can not be made, at least not on my part..." she said, her voice carrying and icy edge.

"But" she said carefully, "If you can offer any sort of protection for the survivors on the road to the Ruins of Terradova then do what you can...and if you wish to come with Streak and myself, then that is your choice...so...do as you wish"

(((Well Streak has only 3 days until the Necromancer will resume control of him again, so plans are being made to send the survivors onward to Keirdon, while our assorted characters do what they can to draw off the Larovian forces from pursuing the survivors... at the same time we will be traveling towards the Tower of Vestain in the Aldrene desert to find the Necromancer that is trying to kill Streak. (FYI~The tower of Vestain is something of the Ryera clan's stronghold), thus our group of characters is headed towards the desert because the most likely place for a competent Necromancer to be is with the Ryeras.

I will make a replying post tomorrow, it is rather late here lol. )))

Aronoth nodded at the commander, "Just let me confirm that". He began to rise as his now-air legs pushed him higher and higher into the sky. He saw the mobilised army off in the distance, than decended quickly.

"The man is correct. They are not far away, we must leave now. I shall go with the commander and the women," Aronoth looked over to the leader of the Guard, "unless you require my assistance."

As Issildia drew her blades the sound of numerous footfalls could be heard approaching from the north. She then looked back at the others, "Get the survivors moving!" she shouted before turning back to the north where the Larovian host of soldiers would soon appear.

"For Anier..." whispered Issildia as she suddenly disappeared in a swirl of shadows. She reappeared high in the branches of a great oak that cast it's great canopy over the soldiers below. It seemed that this was only a small detachment sent out to clean up what the main attack had left behind. There were less than two hundred armed soldiers slowly crossing below her.

Issildia crouched low in the branches of the oak as she suddenly sighted Reinsen Nevar, who was leading the group. Issildia looked for a moment at the silver snake shaped ring that she had taken from Demitri as he had died. "Perhaps we shall meet sooner than you think" she muttered as she slowly stood, her expression grim.


The soldiers below suddenly drew their weapons in unison as a cloaked figure suddenly dropped out of the trees above them, landing in the center of their ranks. The soldiers nearest the intruder had little time to ponder what fell creature was attacking them, for they all to soon felt the bite of a scimitar's blade against their necks.

As Issildia fought the soldiers she caught her father's gaze during the exchange of blows. The moment that their eyes met, time seemed to slow and everything grew pale and colorless...insignificant: This moment seemed utterly timeless as all the anger, hate and fear the two had for each other was exchanged through the moment.

Then time snapped back to it's unrelenting pace, as the edge of a knife sliced through the sleeve of Issildia's leather armor, leaving a long and slender cut down the length of her left upper arm.

Issildia responded to the attack with one of her own, her scimitar Sable racing into the torso of her attacker.

Even though Issildia was managing to keep most of the soldier's a bay, more were crowding in around her to take the places of the fallen, she couldn't hold out for much longer, she could only hope that the others would enter into the battle soon enough.

"I don't plan to" returned Issildia grimly, as she cut down another of the soldiers, with a swift downward slice. "I will deal with my father, Streak...you do what you can here...but if things get out of hand then I want you to retreat."