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 Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:39 pm
Issildia bolted out of the manor as the beams from the roof began to collapse and swung up behind the valtera. "We must get to the western gates!" She said as the horse bolted off after Khastur and Sylph.
She then seemed removed from the situation for a moment as she asked a rather obvious question. "What is your name anyway?"
~ "Bloody ruffian!" said Sylph sharply to Khastur as they rode.
"Nevar's probably here for you anyway! Ever consider that notion? That you and that spiteful woman are at the root of this disaster!" She then shook her head in anger, all to aware that she had managed yet again to fall into the presence of those two that she had met in the forest.~
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:48 pm
"Consider? It was my first notion-- but there isn't a hell of alot we can do about it right now..." Khastur looked back to Sylph... Something in her eyes showed that things were not right. "What-- what is it?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:00 pm
Sylph's eyes narrowed at this, "Well what do you think!? My last chance at clinging to my old life is gone, along with my family. I can't go back to Faltora, Nicholas will be forced by the law to either turn me away or to kill me. Meradea was my only chance in reclaiming what I once was..." by this time her voice had lost it's anger as they rode towards the western gate.
"I'm sure even you...of all people, has lost something that you feel like will never come back." she said sullenly.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:05 pm
He let the silence linger. Though it wasnt exactly silence. The air was filled with hisses of fire as well as the screams of people as well as their own hoofbeats beneath them. He hadnt been asked that question in years. He felt almost unable to answer it. "...Kishoku." He pressured his heels aginsts the horses sides urging it to increase its speed as they rode on towards the western gate.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:31 pm
DarkRaven1217 Sylph's eyes narrowed at this, "Well what do you think!? My last chance at clinging to my old life is gone, along with my family. I can't go back to Faltora, Nicholas will be forced by the law to either turn me away or to kill me. Meradea was my only chance in reclaiming what I once was..." by this time her voice had lost it's anger as they rode towards the western gate. "I'm sure even you...of all people, has lost something that you feel like will never come back." she said sullenly. "You don't know the half of it..." Khastur snapped his head back "But I didn't whine about it like you! Do you really think it would have all gone away here? Word would have spread of your treachery, and not a day would go by without someone bringing you down for it.." Khastur looked back to the path, silence passed for the longest time before he spoke again "You had...A family?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 6:35 am
Issildia nodded at this slightly as they continued on through the city, "I am Issildia." she stated flatly. At that moment one of the larovian foot soldiers, dressed in the Larovian colors of grey and black bolted out of a nearby building. Issildia immediately loosed the second of her kunai knives at the soldier as he rushed towards them while nocking his bow. The knife she had thrown wedged itself slightly off center in this throat, but it ended him nonetheless. It was obvious that the main force of the larovians was on the move. This one simply happened to be at the forefront of the advancing group.
The first wave of soldiers could be seen a few hundred yards down the cobbled streets. Issildia only hoped that Khastur and Sylph would be able to slip through to the gates unnoticed.
~Sylph didn't answer immediately when the question was proposed. But eventually she spoke, her voice was far more restrained that normal as if she dare not speak of her past. "Yes...though my husband was taken by the war before we had made it a year since we were wed." she stated stoically. "It was an arranged marriage...so his death was not as bad as it could have been for me. But for my daughter Isabelle...it was a wound that would never heal." she uttered softly.
Sylph was silent for a moment longer before continuing.
"But my daughter was taken by illness...only a few years into her life. Even the best physicians and azerian healers could not remedy what ailed her. We even had an anierian venture from his distant city to try and save her. But when he arrived he refused to try and heal her, he told me that my daughter would pass into the shadow that night, and that it would be futile for him to try...that is was beyond him.
His prediction was correct...but no mother wishes to know such things before hand. He is one of the many reasons that I think ill of those from Anier. They never tried to do anything beyond their power, they were never ready to risk their lives on something as frail as hope."
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 12:40 pm
((I have no idea how I'm going to get back into this stroyline. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 7:56 pm
"I wish I could wholly relate, but...I never knew my mother-- at least I don't think so.." Khastur breathed slowly, "But what you say of the Anier..It's not true-- Issildia is half Anierian; and it seems almost everyday she's risking her life to save our lands; even when there's no hope to be had, I see a fire in her eyes that says she won't stop no matter what...And even when she is the one to lose those close, she only fights harder with them in mind..." Khastur remained silent as the horse cleared the gate and continued bounding toward Marley's cabin. He has lost before too, and he feel into despair each time-- he was like Sylph. He stole a glance to see Sylph looking town, her shoulders rocking slightly and small noises coming out from under her breath. Khastur could feel her clammy hands shake as they held onto his middle...Was Sylph...Crying?
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 12:13 pm
Sylph did not understand what she was feeling at that moment, was it sorrow from the remains of her past that would die along with the fading embers of Meredea, or perhaps the fact that she felt broken, her perceptions of the world had been absolutely shattered since coming up on the travelers in the forest and what she little she had endured with them thus far. There was aspects of them that she despised, but this was due to her former perception on this realm, and yet there were aspects of them that she envied. They were not uncomfortable in the least in facing the doom of what this world once was.
An age old war between Larovia and Keirdon had been rekindled and her kinsmen were not prepared to fight off the war machine that is Larovia. Blood feuds would stain the earth of this kingdom yet again and still they managed to brush it off, simply in order to survive at least to see the next sunrise and to do what needed to be done.
Sylph perhaps saw her reaction as a lamentation of what she had once been, of what she could never be again.
Being the widowed councilwoman who's stubborn views on the world gained her a career of great renown, and then throwing it all away out of fear...afraid to face what would be come of her past, should Keirdon be defeated. Fear of the unknown and fear of understanding greater things.
Ignorance had been a state of bliss for Sylph, she never had to worry about anything other than the things within the council chamber. This was a moment of liberating freedom for Sylph, yet she was being pushed out into a raging storm of war and discord. In a world where good and evil would no longer still her conscience, for she was beginning to understand that from the perspective of someone like Reinsen Nevar, he probably thought that he was doing the right thing...fighting the good fight. Yet everyone told themselves that he was an evil and merciless tyrant, all in order to ease their own conscience. Sylph closed her eyes tears running down her face from these bitter revelations, when she opened them she brushed away the drops and forced herself into a state of composure. She would no longer bend to fear, or to the fabricated perspectives of the guilty and ignorant conscience...
Finally after ages of silence she spoke her voice apologetic, "Forgive me...it was not my place to deal out judgment to either of you....I am sorry that I have been so difficult, had I been in your place I would have never helped a complete stranger with a history like mine out of that forest." she added, her voice carrying a different sort of edge that it normally would, perhaps it was the beginnings of sincerity slipping into her speech.
(Oh I love character development. mrgreen )
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The town of Meradea continued to burn as Issildia and Kishoku finally rode through the western gate, Issildia catching the fleeting sight of Sylph and Khastur retreating away from the city.
This had not turned out as she had anticipated, they still had Sylph with them, and now they still had at least a day to wait until Marley finished the weapons. They would have to be on constant guard, just incase this small portion of the larovian army stumbled onto the cabin.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 4:46 pm
Marley wiped his brow, the work had grown intense-- he had heard tales of Nevar before, and prescribing just the right touches to a weapon so that it would slake him proved to be a difficult task-- entire shelves or grotesque rarities had been emptied; blood, horns, and bones from creatures long dead over the trials of time. "You embrace this task so willingly, Marley-- Why? Why now?" the sword spoke to him again, it had grown silent over the past few days and it's sudden question brought Marley to attention. "I won't tell you I'm doing this to save the world, for justice-- I am no such man..I'm doing it fer my son; I owe him this much." bringing his hammer down onto the blade in preparation, sent a loud clang through the dimly lit cabin. He had saved Khastur's blade for last, he didn't favor one over the other but 'ladies first' was a rule engraved into him after his years in the grace of a dwarven lord. "Giving your son a cursed sword is a favor to you?" Marley looked down, "He knew what he was going into...This power..It comes with a price, as all power does, I know as well as you that these blades I make aren't....Natural."
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"...Think not on't, all is forgiven..But tell me, what now? You have seen the brutality of the dark lord Reinsen, you see now that there is no hole in this world left to hide in.." Khastur stole a glance back at Sylph, she was not old but there was a sure sign of age in her eyes-- a woman who had seen more than should have had to. Khastur was not a strong man he knew, in the night previous in his dreams he saw a book-- a spellbook from a shelf of Marley's cabin. He wanted to defy the notion, but it grew life and seemed more real by the hour. Was he so weak...That as a man, broken and alone, he tried to get rid of his past? Maybe even tried to kill himself...But then what made him keep going, when he awoke in that desert?
It is a sad thing, when one must question why they're still alive.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 5:43 pm
"Until now, I have lived in Faltora these twenty six years that I have been alive. And I have never been forced to walk upon a field of battle, nor leave the walls of that citadel. I thought that if Keirdon kept to itself that Reinsen Nevar and his clan would leave us be. But now, it is our very idleness that curses to the confines of the void. The fear to act and to accept what was waiting for us on the horizon is what will set this doom upon my people, and as such I don't want to fear it anymore, I won't ignore it anymore. I will not hide from him or his kingdom." Sylph said gravely.
"I know that I have sinned greatly in my actions, I intend to find atonement before the end, or at least to try..."
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Issildia and Kishoku finally caught up to Khastur and Sylph as they crested the rise that led into the forest and back to Marley's home. Issildia glanced back at the city with a forlorn expression. Slowly and surely her father was reducing his enemies to ash, just as he had done to the gleaming halls of Anier. His purpose, other than that of a blood feud between Larovia and Keirdon was still veiled, but Issildia knew him well enough to know that he had another motive for taking the actions that he now committed himself to.
She and the valtera rode up to the two as Sylph went silent, Issildia was unable to catch what she had saying but did not concern herself with it. For there were far more pressing things to attend to now.
"We will have to avoid leaving any trail for the larovian trackers to follow. Perhaps backtracking and leaving little to no tracks will baffle them enough to turn them away." she said grimly, while she forced herself to look away from the inferno.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:07 pm
Archer pondered all of the things that had happened since he had been banished from his homeland. He now lay in a forest meadow. He was seperated from the others, but also from his body. His spelll had misfired so bad, that now he was in what he knew as a twilight realm, awake and not at once. It was like an out of body experience, and he knew of no cure, so for several days, he lay where he had fallen. He wondered why Issildia did not search him out, but with a memory of her hard face brought back the determination he always knew would define her.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 11:32 am
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 1:04 pm
(((Welcome to the RP Kage.)))
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 6:51 pm
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