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 Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2017 8:24 pm
 Xirena felt the trembling of the ground and watched wide-eyed as the unnatural figures rose from the ground. She gave a quick sniff and was surprised to smell nothing. No trace amount of rot or otherwise. She sat on the ground, opposite Nezhar on the other side of the large fire, with her wings around her comforting her from the unnatural dark energy that emanated from the corpse army. She felt resigned to her fate but still naively hoped that the Witch King would leave the people of her world alone. Otherwise, she would have foolishly bound herself for nothing.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2017 2:11 pm
The figures marched as one to the border of the Northern Territory. Right there on the boundary, they knelt. Their eerie white eyes closed and they were still, looking for all the world like stone statues. The wind died down and Nezhar slumped over onto the ground, unconscious from the amount of his energy that it took to raise so many of the dead. The sun rose, and the corpse-soldiers hardened into black obsidian, now well and truly statues, an un-living memorial to their own deaths.
 I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away
All the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits
And they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming
Home
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2017 9:27 am
Xirena wasn't sure if she should check on the Witch King or not but her consciousness made the decision for her. She walked over to where Nezhar lay and straightened him out so he would be slightly comfortable. Walking over to a tall tree with a wide girth, she leaned back against the tree. Nestling her self to be comfortable, she fell asleep without a second thought.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 2:11 pm
The sun blazed hot over the Badlands, scorching the earth. Nezhar woke to the feeling of heat on his flesh and quickly recoiled back into the shade of the Northern Territory. He saw Xirena asleep and glared. So much for vigilance. He wandered away deep into the territory, until he was almost unable to find his way back. There he found a crystal clear pond. He stripped from his clothing and waded into it, letting the lukewarm water ease the heat from his skin and relax his sore, stiff muscles.
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away
All the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits
And they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming
Home
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 7:44 pm
Xirena awoke with a start. Controlling her breath, she calmed herself and glanced around for the Witch King. Not seeing him within the vicinity of the ritual area, she stretched out her senses, along with her bond that stemmed from the brand on her back to locate him. She found him some distance away surrounded by a large pool of water. Xirena leisurely walked in the direction of Nezhar wanting to give him as much privacy as possible. She stopped about 20 meters away; far away for her to give the Witch King his privacy and yet close enough for him to sense her. She determined that he was in no immediate danger and settled in to wait. She reached in her mind for the Phoenix to hone their skills while they rested. Something about Nezhar frightened her and yet intrigued her. His power seemed to be a contrast to hers and yet they complimented each other when used in unison. Her flame calmed his darkness while simultaneously his darkness soothed her flame. Xirena did not understand her feelings regarding him and tabled them until they could be examined in further detail. She re-focused her attention to building her skills and her bond with the Phoenix.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 7:51 pm
Nezhar took his time relaxing. When he sensed Xirena near, he didn't bother to hurry, submerging himself for several minutes at a time, not needing to breathe as much as the people of Otherworld. When at last he felt ready to leave, he emerged completely naked. Somehow his hair was dry though the rest of him was wet. He stretched the muscles in his arms and neck. "Bring my clothes," he ordered her.
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away
All the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits
And they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming
Home
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