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 Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 5:52 pm
Kuchane sat in his tent in the Rycera camp at the tower, He would help them with their problem, they would give him his brother, it was simple. He smiled to himself, knowing the Rycera might decieve him was exhilerating. He simply waited in his tent, ready for them to notify them of their guests arrival. It would be a day or two,m but he had been in the tent for a week already, why not wait longer?
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 5:54 pm
"No" said Issildia, "Don't even think about listening to him Archer, he is not thinking clearly by any means."
"If you dare to make such a suggestion again, I will take you to the Realm of the Dead, and leave you there for eternity. Issildia threatened mentally.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 6:02 pm
Archer ulled hs knife out. He looked down at it. "Listen to who?" he asked, confused. "You will do no such thing, mortal." His handle started heating up steadily.Archer watched, amazed, because steam rose from the blade. "What is he doing?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 6:19 pm
Issildia then slammed the sword point first into the desert sands, She did not remove her hands from the hilt though, even though the heat from the blade would surely leave terrible burns on her hands.
"You misjudge me...For I am no mortal..."
"Causa mortis,Coniunctis viribus" said Issildia as her own blood began to run the length of the blade, her hands injured from the burns.
"Damnant quod non intellegunt!"
Suddenly the heat of the desert was replaced by a cool gray landscape, a dark river ran away into a cloud of distant mist from Issildia and the El were.
Archer was also still behind her, for she knew that he needed to see this as well. She pulled her hands away from El's hilt, her breath coming in ragged gasps from the effort of bringing them to this realm.
"Welcome to the Realm of the Dead" she managed to say before she winced at the burns on her hands.
In the swirls of mist that surround them, ghostlike figures could been seen traveling towards a great wall of mist in the distance. They were spirits that had only just been taken by death's cold grasp.
"Is this what you fear?" Issildia asked, "A realm of ghosts and what one might deem unnatural power...I can tell you now that there is nothing unnatural about necromancy...for death is a natural part of life...whether you like it or not..." Issildia looked at the blade, which was still embedded in the dark earth, her hands burning with pain...
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 6:28 pm
El laughed "Where do you think I came from child? I am a spirit of the ages there is no threat that scares me." Archer was horrified at the sight of this place. He clutched his chest. His eyes dilated, and he breathed erratically. "Haff, Haff... Must go, leave, run...death, it surrounds me." He muttered things such as that. He became overwhelmed wwith the sounds his sensitive ears heard of the dead. He foamed at the mouth, going insane from it. El said in a grave tone "He will die here nless we leave, I will not tolerate being held by a necro creature. Cut his wing off, or he will never feel my good will again." Archer, still ranting, spread his left wing, and stabbed into it at about half of the length. Blood matted the feathers, as he cut insanely into it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 6:38 pm
"He is not a creature of Necromancy!" Issildia shouted at El, "You call me foolish, when it is you that is mistaken, True... necromancy has been used to heal him, but the spell itself will fade once his wing has had proper time to heal on it's own. The spell I cast created a substitute of sorts that would enable him to function until that time! And by rights I would leave you here to dwell within this realm, but Archer cares for your well being and I would do nothing to impinge upon that! Don't you care for him enough to revoke your command for him to bring harm to himself!"
As Archer cut his wing Issildia's eyes flared and she uttered a phrase under her breath, the gray realm then faded back into the desert, and she left El standing point down in the ground, as she strode over to Archer and tore the knife from his hand, and threw the small blade some distance away. "Fools, the both of you!" she hissed.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 6:44 pm
Archer, still recovering from the shock of the death realm, who hadn't been influenced by El which is evidently why it affected him so much. His wing fell limp, and he stood breathing heavy, his eyes racing, loking for something, finding nothing. "He would have been fine by himself. He is an Azerian that will be stronger than you will know. He is my son, and he will be no product of dark arts. But, for your persistence, and his state I will return to him when his wing returns. Not a second sooner." Archer, calm now, blinked repeatedly "Where-where were we?" He was out of breath, and laned his hands on his knees
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 6:51 pm
Issildia only glared at the blade, for it was still being rather petty about the situation. She cursed under her breath in Anierian at El's foolishness.
"We are in the Aldrene Desert...you are safe...now are you going to see to that would you inflicted upon yourself...or will I have to do?" said Issildia grimly. "Though I doubt that your blade will even allow me to lend any aid." She added bitingly.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 6:56 pm
El simply laughed at her comment. Archer recovered his breath, and stood upright. He looked at his wing and grimaced "My feathers were just clean too, stupid me." He splashed water on it, and the wound scabbed over quickly. The water removed a little blood, the tint of pink remaining. Archer removed his scarf fully revealing his face, and wrapped El in it before, putting it in his belt. "We should get going." He said in a miserable tone
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 7:06 pm
Issildia did not even offer a remark to Archer's words as she set off as a brisk pace. Already the chill of the night in the desert was setting in. Issildia set the cowl of her cloak over her head, hiding her face and resigning herself to silence. Obviously she was cutting off communication with the two until either El decided to revoke his foolish beliefs, or if there was an actual need for speaking.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 7:13 pm
Archer felt so awkward with both El and Issildia quiet. He thought about his parents, like he did every so often. A tear slid down his cheek as he saw their dying faces. He looked to Issildia. "I'm sorry about what I did. I just wanted El back. I have nobody except for him."
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 7:22 pm
Issildia did not even turn to face him, still she spoke, "Sometimes, when those that you deem friends, ask you to do such things that would bring harm to yourself...perhaps then solitude would make a far better companion...I for one can assure you that sometimes there can be no better than that..."
Issildia then visibly distanced herself from Archer and El, walking a number of yards off to their side, keeping ahead of them by a few strides...It was obvious that she was through talking with them.
As she walked she willed her burned hands to heal, and slowly her Anierian blood did as she willed. But as before, forcing several hours of healing into only a matter of minutes was painful, but Issildia bore this in silence as the burns faded away leaving little to no scarring.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 7:26 pm
(((I have to go for a bit, my mom needs me to help her with something. stare )))
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 7:26 pm
Archer cursed to himself again and again. He ulled El out, unraveling the scarf now icy from El. "Damn you El, GOD-DAMN YOU!" thunder boomed from nowhere, and the crystal glinted, it cracked slightly. "So I am." El spoke gravely, and said no more. Despair filled Archers heart, and he wept silently. What had he done?
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