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"The Bloodline"
-Prologue-
Chapter 1: "Jaida's Way"
Chapter 2: "The Price Of Infamy"
Chapter 3: "Obsession"
Chapter 4: "Jaida's Search"
Chapter 5: "Jacula's Way"
Chapter 6: "Darkness and Light"
Chapter 7: "A Matter Of Faith"
Chapter 8: "True Intentions"
Chapter 9: "Dreams Of Past"
Chapter 10: "The Decision"
Chapter 11: "Dark Night Of Truth"
Chapter 12: "The Death Of Jacula"
Chapter 13: "Scorched"
Chapter 14: "The Guilt Of Jaida"
Chapter 15: "Suspicion"
Chapter 16: “Rain and Thunder" - Part 1-2
Chapter 17: "Slithering Serpent"
Chapter 18: "A Skirmish in Ojaveda"
Chapter 19: "Tormenting Truth"
Chapter 20: "The Flames Of Fate"
Chapter 21: "When It All Falls Down"
Chapter 22: "Compulsion"
Chapter 23: "A Web Of Lies"
Chapter 24: "A Desperate Departure"
Chapter 25: "The Punishment"
Chapter 26: "When Love And Death Embrace"
Chapter 27: "Servility"
Chapter 28: A Howling Flame
Chapter 29: "Realization"
Chapter 30: "Dakkru's Mercy"
Chapter 31: "Together at Last"
-Epilogue-
Prologue
"From other tunnels in the Stone Labyrinths arrived people with copper skin, almond-shaped eyes and sharpened ears. They were refugees from a land called Demoria, driven away by a horde of nomadic knights. They carried with them water, seeds and cattle, and they had been a nomadic race until they found a magic portal and decided to explore new, unknown lands."
The Copper skin settlers
In the fourth epoch a tribe of proud demorian nobles had been driven from their homeland and sought new home in the lands beyond the magic portals. They wandered through the stone labyrinths in search of a place worthy of their stay, yet not even the lushest of green fields nor clearest of rivers proved good enough for their noble kin. In time the exhausting wandering left the tribe in short supply of food and drink, forcing them to put an end to their fastidious demands.
On the softest of grass and finest of soil they settled and built a home for themselves. The settlement flourished during the coming years through their hard work and it grew to be a beacon of the nobles ideology. Through feast and famine they held onto their beliefs, elevating themselves above all others as the superior race. The elders of the tribe lived comfortably within their baronial huts and grew fat on the food and drink collected by those of lesser nobility.
On a clear morning a sly wind seeped through the settlement, waking the bride of the chieftain of the tribe. She listened to the wind intently, yet the sweet melody it brought where soon smothered by her husbands snoring. He had taken her merely as a trophy. A way to establish his status as chieftain and more importantly a way for his name to live on. Yet to his dismay, they had been unable to conceive.
She left his side quietly and followed the playful wind into the woods. The sun caressed her fragile frame as she walked through the illuminated flora. The wind slowly transcended into a mystic melody, after listening closer she deemed it to be the enchanting tune of a flute.
She followed the melody deeper into the woods, the foliage of the ancient trees providing her with shade in search of the source of the mystic tunes.
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"She followed the melody deeper into the woods, the foliage of the ancient trees providing her with shade in search of the source of the mystic tunes."
She reached a glade hidden by the mighty trees, a oily-black skinned man sat in the lush grass within, playing a flute with extraordinary skill. Beside him sat a woodcutters axe which made the intent of him intruding on the nobles hunting grounds obvious. She pressed herself against a tree, curiously watching the unusual man as he continued to play. Enchanted by the melody she lost her footing in an attempt to move closer, falling face first into the glade.
Jaklan stopped playing as the azure sun shone upon a demorian woman who had been hiding in the shrubs. He had met their kind before as they had claimed the woods as hunting grounds, dismissing anyone who threaded upon what accruing to them was rightfully theirs. He remained in his predicament as he put the flute to his lips again, soon the melody filled the glade and brought harmony to his senses.
Asrai had been spotted, yet the strange man didn't seem to mind her. Her husband had kept her within the settlement and thus foreign races was as unknown to her. She curiously approached the center of the glade, spellbound by the sweet music that had taken her from the secure warmth of her husbands bed.
Jaklan looked up as the woman stood over him. Her long hair bound in soft scented tresses, her almond shaped eyes observed him with interest and in that moment nothing existed but her beauty. He let his flute fall to the ground as he looked up at her in awe.
Asrai looked down at the man. His dark ebon eyes wandering over her. The music had stopped, yet she remained spellbound. They looked at each other and it was nothing less than love at first sight. Their prejudice was no match for this overwhelming feeling. And so it was that they made love, their forbidden act hidden by the ancient trees.
Realizing what she had done Asrai left Jaklan lying in the grass, in fear of what her husband might do if he had noticed her absence.
Her transgression had gone unnoticed, and soon things returned to their previous state. She remained loyally by the chieftains side, held back by the indisputable ideology that ruled the settlement. Asrai couldn't help but to fantasize about the man in the glade, would she ever see him again? seemingly endless months passed and the whole settlement rejoiced, the chieftains wife where heavy with child. On the first day of Azhord she gave birth to twins, yet all was not well in the settlement. For the harvest that had been planted with care had shriveled up and died, a bad sign in the eyes of the superstitious nobles.
The chieftain could not believe his eyes as he looked upon the twins that his wife had carried, they had red skin and vicious horns loomed from their foreheads. One female, one male. Both an utter disgrace in his eyes. They newborns was pried from Asrai's arms and in the cloak of nightfall they where left in the very woods where they have been conceived, their very existence kept from the settlers. Asrai was crushed when her husband imparted her on what fate had been given to her children. The sorrow was too much for the young mother to handle, and so It was that she took her own life. For the pain was too great to endure. The settlers where told that she died in childbirth, and so it was that the chieftain remained at the reigns of the settlement.
The Halfbreed Twins
Jaklan had never forgotten the crisp morning he had spent in the glade with Asrai, sadly he never realized they could never be. Yet that harsh reality didn't keep him from frequenting the ancient woods, in hope of meeting her again. As he made his way through the rough terrain a cry could be heard nearby. He followed the sound and to his surprise he found two infants wrapped tightly in elven cloth lying on the ground. Upon looking closer he found that both had horns like him, yet their skin was red in color. The girl had Asrai's almond shaped eyes, the boy's where as ebon black as his own. Shocked he looked around himself, instinctively he decided to leave the twins to the mercy of the woods.
Yet after having walked for a few minutes his impulsive nature got the better of him. And so it was that he cradled the twins in his arms and brought them home with him, not knowing what else to do.
Fate had played a cruel trick on Jaklan. Being young and irresponsible he was not suited to be a father of two. He kept the twins in his home for a while and in his heart he knew that he grew more attached to them by the day, yet he knew that they deserved more than he could ever give them. He named the girl Jaida after a treasured gem that could be found in the scorned soil of his native land. He named the boy Jacula after one of the many sulfuric blood rivers that seeped through the lands of the same. This due to the boys unusually red skin. He gave the twins the name of his ancestors, a name which had been carved into the stone of the ashlands, nurtured and passed on for generations. The Pundactum bloodline had existed long before the Diaboli traveled through the portals into Yliakum.
Yliakum had entered the ending of the fifth epoch and the land had grown immensely. Jaklan had earlier received word of a town named Hydlaa, rumor had it that an enormous temple built by the Xacha loomed within. Supposedly a clergy practicing the Laanx faith had been created by a man pure of heart, one named Galeran Tarbius. Gullible as he was Jaklan ventured to Hydlaa with the twins, convinced that the clergy would provide them with a good life.
cloaked in the shadows of night Jaklan approached the iron temple, unlike many Diaboli he did not despise the gods of the glypths. Yliakum was a paradise compared to his home world, how could the creators of such a place be less than a embodiment of what is good and pure?
He left the two infants by the temple entrance, carefully tucking a note into the cloth wrapping of the boy. Vague cries could be heard from the infants as he quietly departed, choosing personal freedom over responsibility. He was never to look upon his children again.
The Mercy Of Laanx
Dapvhir grunted as a feeling of despise came over him. The serenity of the temple had been disturbed of late. The elderly priest had always had a weakness for mocking those who served the wrong god, yet the profanity he would spew had throughout his life been ignored. In his ignorant interpretation of the Laanx faith the Xacha where the only rightful emissaries of the word of Laanx. Tirelessly he studied teachings of the masked god and he had no qualms about forcing his beliefs on the public. A infants cry cut through the serenity of the temple, disturbing Dapvhir's contemplation. Enraged he hobbled in the direction of the sound, finding two infants lying on the ground outside the entrance of the temple. upon closer investigation he realized they had been left there "Filthy halfbreeds.." he sneered at the sight of their red skin. He noticed a stained note sticking out the wrapping of the boy. He reached for it with his fragile fingers, slowly letting his eyes wander over it's content.
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"He noticed a stained note sticking out the wrapping of the boy."
Dapvhir sneered and tucked the note back into the boys wrapping as he looked around the Plazaa, besides the infant's cries the night brought only silence to his ears. Reluctantly he cradled the twins in his arms and brought them into the warmth of the temple. Their cries grew louder due to the height of the ceiling, the deplorable echo that followed bounced lively against the walls and pillars. inexperienced by infants Dapvhir assumed that their cries would stop given enough time, sadly this was not the case. The high pitched cry of the boy was unbearable and so in a outbreak of frustration he shook the boy until the crying stopped. The infant laid limp in his arms, seemingly dead. Shocked and disgusted of what he had done Dapvhir carefully placed the boy on the floor, concentrating in a pleading prayer of forgiveness. Serene silence filled the temple once again, yet fear of consequence dug deep into Dapvhir's heart. He cradled the boy in his arms and hurried outside, in search of a place to dispose of him. Upon reaching the Plazaa the idle banter of patrolling guards could be heard nearby. Not knowing what else to do he left the boy lying on the cold edge of the fountain. Crushed he hobbled back inside the temple where he had left the girl, wiping his tears with his sleeve.
To be continued..
[The sequels continue, and we have reached number three. For those unaware of these sequels feel free to check out the event that started it all (http://www.hydlaaplaza.com/smf/index.php?topic=35807.0) and the recently finished "The Guilt Of Jacula" (http://www.hydlaaplaza.com/smf/index.php?topic=36049.0). This event will give you a big insight into the main characters, and I hope that you will find it an enjoyable read. Be prepared, for the actions taken in this event will greatly influence coming plots. As always this event will be based on random encounters :) the role of Jaida will be played by a familiar face :detective: stay tuned for coming insights, and enjoy.
The picture in "The Copper Skin Settlers" was not made by me, so my hat goes of to the original artist.]
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I enjoyed reading it. Nicely done Jacula.
Two thoughts.
1. Do you always write about yourself?
2. Where is the sex scene? :P
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[Outstanding writeup, Jacula has a sister! :o I sure hope that she is the better half. I can't wait to see what will happen.]
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[ Another fine introduction. I can't wait to see where this goes. Keep up the good work ! :thumbup: ]
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1. Do you always write about yourself?
2. Where is the sex scene? :P
1. Jacula is the main focus of my writing, yes.
2. It may be included in the director's cut, only 999.99 $. Shipping not included :devil:
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Sounds more like a prequel rather than a sequel.
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Sounds more like a prequel rather than a sequel.
just think star wars
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Sounds more like a prequel rather than a sequel.
just think star wars
Soo it means he started in the middle then went to the end before making a beginning???
Lol nicely done jacula nonetheless :)
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Prologue part II
"Not knowing what else to do he left the boy lying on the cold edge of the fountain. Crushed he hobbled back inside the temple where he had left the girl, wiping his tears with his sleeve."
The Priest's Pledge
Overwhelming disgust filled Daphvir's heart as he was greeted by the warmth of the temple. The priest saw no way of repent for the horrid deed he had committed. Tears flowed freely down his wrinkled cheeks as he hobbled over the intricate floors. He found himself standing over the girl which he had left on the ground. Her almond shaped eyes dug into his very soul, guilt and a need for redemption slowly filled his heart. He gently lifted the girl from her predicament and held her close to his chest, "Give them what I could not, a good home and good faith" the note had said. Driven by regret he swore to honor this plead, and raise the girl as his own.
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"He gently lifted the girl from her predicament and held her close to his chest"
Jaida grew with Daphvir's as a custodian, raised to honor the teachings of Laanx. The old priest had grown soft as a result of his pledge, doing his very best to give Jaida a happy childhood. Jaida often wondered why she looked different from the Xacha of the clergy, at the age of seven she had already grown taller than her guardian. Insistingly Daphvir ensured her that she was special and that Laanx had a plan for her. He taught her about the principles of the masked god and she absorbed the knowledge well. He taught her to read and write, and each night he would read out loud from the book of names. Obediently Jaida followed Daphvir's example and devoted herself to the teachings the temple held. Yet the curiosity of a child could not be tamed by rules and restrictions. She longed for what adventures the outside held, yet she was not do walk the streets of Hydlaa without supervision. Dapvhir had grown to be overprotective, he would not let the same fate come to Jaida as he himself had inflicted on her brother so many years ago. Time passed and as most children Jaida rebelled towards her custodian.
Jaida's silky hair glistened in the rising sun. She had awoken early determined to explore the streets which she had been forbidden to thread upon. Curiously she searched the plazaa with a merry spring in her step. Fascinated she greeted the various people who had sought themselves to the Plazaa that early morning, enjoying the feel of a playful breeze caressing her cheek.
Daphvir's hearing was not what it had once been. He sat up in his bed slouching forward, sleepily rubbing his eyes. "It's time to wake up, we have a sermon to prepare" he muttered as he glanced over at Jaida's bed. To his surprise nothing but the poorly folded coverings remained on the bed. Enraged he made his way down the ladder leading to the main hall of the temple, rushing towards the Plazaa as fast as his old bones could carry him.
Jaida scurried around in search of new things to be discovered. She found herself standing in awe of the large statue that had been erected in the middle of the plazaa. Loosing awareness of her surroundings, if only for a moment. A tall scrawny boy of her own age approached, he was clothed in rags and and had a seemingly forced deplorable look on his face. He was covered in filth from head to toe, leaving the tone of his skin impossible to make out. "Spare some tria for one in need" he coughed, Jaida turned to the boy, forcing a court smile. 'I'm sorry, I don't have any' she answered. The boy was about to say something with the intent of persuading her, yet out of nowhere the elderly Xacha appeared. Pushing him to the ground.
Enraged Daphvir grabbed Jaida by the ear "I have been worried sick!" he exclaimed having trouble catching his breath. He gave the boy he had pushed a quick glare before turning back to her "This will teach you not to consort with filth like him!" he said as he slapped her in an outbreak of frustration.
Jaida fell back onto the ground as her eyes began to tear up, the fact that she had disobeyed stung even worse than the slap itself.
The boy quickly got to his feet, drawing a filthy knife and pointing it towards Daphvir. "Don't do that, don't ever do that' he hissed, tightening his grip around the handle. Daphvir turned to the boy with his hand raised, ready to discipline the child as he had done with Jaida.
Their eyes met, his beady and discolored of the tooth of time. The boys intense and ebon black.
"fear of consequence dug deep into Dapvhir's heart. He cradled the boy in his arms and hurried outside, in search of a place to dispose of him. Upon reaching the Plazaa the idle banter of patrolling guards could be heard nearby. Not knowing what else to do he left the boy lying on the cold edge of the fountain."
The Broken Home
The intense cold of the stone slowly cut through the boys wrapping. His life might as well had ended that dramatic night, yet it would seem that the gods had other plans for him. Slaan had sought himself to the fountain after a visit to the local tavern. He studied his reflection in the water before splashing a handful onto his face. The cold water brought him a refreshing feeling compared to the thick and sweaty ambiance of the tavern. Soft cries soon caught his attention, after circling the fountain he found a baby boy lying on stone base. The infant's cries soon transcended into vague gasps, the cold night was about to claim the new born.
Out of the little sympathy he had Slaan covered the boy in the thick robe he wore, hurrying home where his wife sat worried about what escapades her husband indulged himself in.
The cold wind seeped into the small house as Slaan entered, his wife was quick to rise from the scrawny chair which she had patiently waited on. Her eyes widened at the sight of her husband cradling a infant in his arms. "What is the meaning of this? you leave me in this godforsaken wreck all night and you come home with an infant!?"
Slaan handed his wife the child without a word, the love in their relationship had died years ago. So had his patience for her pathetic attempts to make him feel guilty at the fact that he couldn't stand the sight of her.
After giving her a mere grunt as a response Slaan threw himself on the bed, it didn't take long before he began to snore, warmed by the liqueur he had bought with the couples savings.
Saga sighted deeply as vile snores filled the room, she looked down at the boy inquiringly "where did you come from little fella?". The child shivered visibly in her arms, the cold night had taken it's toll on him. Saga had never wanted children, the plight that came with birth and upbringing was nothing less than frighting in her eyes. Yet as she stood with the infant pressed against her chest something within her awoke. Some would call it motherly instinct, others might refer to it as pity. Truth be told a mixture of the two filled hear heart, guiding her hand in the unselfish act that followed.
Saga fed and cleaned the child to the best of her ability, laying him to rest in a basket tightly wrapped in Slaans robe.
Saga carefully trailed her fingers over the child's forehead, his small pointy horns and red skin made the mystery of where had had come from even more complex. Upon examining the elven cloth the boy had worn she found
the note (http://img686.imageshack.us/img686/8151/jakansnote.png) which Jaklan had written. And so it was that she learned his name and purpose in Hydlaa. Yet many questions remained.
Eventually she fell asleep having pondered too long into the night.
Morning had come and a new day brought new possibilities. Slaan stretched out as he sat up in the bed, a dull headache was his only lead to to last night's endeavors. He stood up and made his way into the small room that served as kitchen and everything in between, dragging his feet behind him. He found his wife admiring what seemed to be his poorly folded robe. With a sight he staggered past his wife to retrieve it, realizing what rested within shocked him deeply. He stared at the infant with wide eyes, as he turned to Saga the stare transcended into a cold glare. After a series of curses he grabbed her by the collar, shaking her savagely 'Are you mad woman!? we can barely feed ourselves as it is. Get rid of this little monster right this second!"
Saga cowered as she felt the strength of her husbands grip, with a stuttering voice she fearfully exclaimed "You where the one who brought him here.. last night. His name is Jacula, look.." she handed him the note (http://img686.imageshack.us/img686/8151/jakansnote.png) she had found in the infants wrapping, Slaan reluctantly accepted it as he let go of her collar. After making out the short message he crinkled in in his hand, throwing it against the wall with a furious demeanor surrounding him. "You want to keep him? fine!, but don't come begging me for bread when you are starving". He dressed himself quickly, nostrils flailing as he looked over his shoulder at Saga from time to time. Once finished he left her standing there petrified, slamming the door shut behind him.
Saga despised the vile drunkard she had married, his love of drink and personal freedom came at a high cost. Yet the infant had brought a sense of hope into her life again, and she did her best to raise him. Slaan providing no help in the matter.
He handled his own business with a complete disregard for his wife. But the long nights of constant crying and screaming brought Slaan to the brink of insanity, his until now unfailing remedy of fortified liquor just didn't do the trick anymore.
The boy grew as his patience shrunk, his and Saga's disputes growing exceedingly violent. At the age of five Jacula witnessed first hand what liquor can do to a man's sense of reason. Saga has given an extra piece of bread to the boy, as he was eating like a fully grown Ylian already. Just as he was to dig into the hard crust Slaan staggered through the door, drunken and in a unusually foul mood.
He stumbled a few times before reaching the table, prying the bread out of Jacula's hands, he turned to Saga with a roar "This is what you feed this maggot while you leave me starving!?"
She didn't get a chance to answer before he struck her down, savagely kicking and pummeling her as she desperately tried to shield herself from the blows. Jacula remained in his chair, petrified from what he witnessed. Eventually Slaan tired, turning his attention to the small boy.
Jacula wanted to sink through the floor, yet he remained bound to his predicament. Not by force nor foe, but by fear. Slaan staggered up to the child, his cold unwavering gaze creeping up his spine, his eyes glowing like jewels plucked from the depths of hell. "Now you know what happens if you question my authority, you glutenous son of a whore".
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"Slaan staggered up to the child, his cold unwavering gaze creeping up his spine, his eyes glowing like jewels plucked from the depths of hell."
Slaan had grasped the reigns of the household. From that day on Saga and Jacula did his bidding to the letter, no matter how exhausting nor demeaning it might have been.
time passed and Jacula remained but a broken soul in a broken home. The abuse changed Saga from the loving woman she had been. She would sit and stare into the stained walls in a catatonic state, only speaking if spoken to.
At the age of seven the starvation and poverty that the household endured at account of the boy became too great, and so it was that he was thrown into the gutter. Saga had no objections. Her mind had wandered elsewhere years ago, she didn't say goodbye. A hollow stare was all she gave the boy as Slaan threw him out the door.
Jacula was left forced to beg, steal and everything in between to survive. Luckily the supposed art of thievery came easily to him, for within his heart burned one of the most powerful of emotions, the will to survive.
One day he came upon a Ynnwn of his own age. Her features reminded somewhat of his own, yet with one major difference. The fine garments she wore and her carefully groomed hair spoke of wealth. Pleadingly he asked for tria, yet the girl dismissed him with one of the more ordinary excuses "I'm sorry, i don't have any". Before he had a chance to persuade her a elderly priest pushed him to the ground. Starvation had taken it's toll on Jacula, and his strength where nothing to boast with.
The priest slapped the girl over the cheek, the sight of this violent outburst awoke a burning hate within the boy.
The priest approached with his hand raised, ready to smack Jacula as he had done with the girl. Jacula unsheated his knife, pointing it towards him. Their eyes met, the priests beady and discolored of the tooth of time. The boys intense and ebon black, unknowing that he was looking at the very man who has sealed his fate so many years ago.
Daphvir lowered his hand at the sight, the shock was too much for the old priest to handle. His body fell back on the cold stone, Jaida's screams soon filled the plazaa. The boy dropped his knife and ran from the scene as fast as his scrawny legs could carry him, fearing what the guards might do if he was caught.
It didn't take long for various people to be drawn to the scene by the alarming screams.
The crowd tended to Daphvir, carrying him back into the temple. Jaida followed close behind, feeling responsible for what had happen to the only man who ever cared about her.
Daphvir was put to bed and his state grew worse by the day. Time had indeed taken it's toll on him, and in his heart he knew that his last moments where to be had. Jaida had been confined to her room, wallowing in disgrace and regret of her rebellion.
The clergy prayed for their dying brother, staying by Daphvir's side night and day.
The elderly priest called forth his most trustworthy disciple, choosing him to impart Jaida of his last words. The disciple slowly leaned in over the bed and bowed his head in a court manner. Daphvir spoke vaguely, struggling to bring forth his last words, and his very last wish. "He's alive.. Praised be Laanx. Her brother is alive, and I am forgiven.." he murmured as he slowly gestured towards a sealed not lying on his nightstand. "Give her that when she is ready, tell her..' the old priest couldn't finish his sentence as his body began to fade, sent to slumber in Dakkru's embrace forever.
The Untamed Child
Word of Daphvir's death reached Jaida shortly after. Saddened she swore to devote herself entirely to the teachings the temple held. She would do everything her tutors asked, memorizing the tomes they forced upon her to the letter.
Yet secretly Jaida longed for what the outside world held, but obedient as always she remained.
The clergy's lectures and old grizzled scholars grew exceedingly boring to her, for the eternal curiosity of a child could never be tamed. One night she decided to walk the halls of the temple, as nightmare's kept her from sleeping. The shadows that where cast by the pillars had changed the ambiance for the worse, yet the darkness didn't keep her from threading upon the intricate floors.
Suddenly loud shouts and curses could be heard, Jaida deemed the source to be the temple's entrance. Gingerly she pressed herself against one of the pillars, squinting to make out the two figures who rose from the darkness of the entrance. The light of a torch revealed a Lemur wrapped in a red cloak, forcefully dragging a small savage Diaboli into the temple. Jaida held her breath, pressing herself harder against the pillar. Izalox pushed the child in front of him as he hissed "Go on Rigwyn, time to pray". The child reluctantly kneeled in a seemingly rehearsed way, clasping his hands together.
"By nature Rigwyn (http://sites.google.com/site/rigwynsetson/) acted in opposition to his caretakers. He rebelled whenever there was a religious ceremony or instructional period, he was loud, sensual, and liked to eat and drink in excess. The more he rebelled the harder his caretakers tried to make him confirm to their religions."
Jaida curiously peeked at the Diaboli from her hiding place, she deemed his age to be close to her own, the obvious similarity of their features fed the flame that was her curiosity. The Lemur standing next to him caused a chill to crawl up her spine. The firm, uncompromising stare he directed at the boy was nothing less than disturbing to Jaida.
Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling the Lemur had caused her she decided to approach, exposing herself as she stepped out of the shadows.
To Be Continued..
[This was a collaborative effort between me and Cavi :detective: Writing these massive insights have proven to be enjoyable, and for the inquiring one: I myself will soon be in game and the event will start to take place in present time. But until then, have fun and enjoy :thumbup:]
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[[ Thanks for including me Jacula, I really like the idea of playing Jaida. Can't wait to get started! ::)]]
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Excellently written, and fantastic to read!
Rigwyn's story being intwined in this RP gives it just that extra depth, I love it!
Surprises at every turn, who knows what will happen next? And what will happen when Jac and Jaida meet? :D
Melly is on the edge of her seat...
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WOW!! Exciting is definately the right word Mellas. The story becomes more intricate. I look forward to reading more and more about Jacula, hopefully even RPing with him. Keep up the good work, Jacula. Cavi, I have never met you IC or OOC, but congratulations at joining Jacula's story.
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Prologue part III
Rigwyn and Jaida
"The firm, uncompromising stare he directed at the boy was nothing less than disturbing to Jaida.
Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling the Lemur had caused her she decided to approach, exposing herself as she stepped out of the shadows."
Rigwyn began to rattle off a litany of obscure prayers blurring some words together while carelessly skipping over others. The prayer seemed to be a bit odd in that it never mentioned Laanx, rather it was more like a list of selfish petitions. He rolled his eyes and neck, clearly bored with the routine. When taking the time to look around he spotted something unexpected.
There was a girl standing on the edge of a shadow looking back at him. He stopped and stared with childish wonder, She looked like she could be about the same age ignoring her being a little taller. His gaze wandered over her eyes and hair, yet he did not smile. Instead he waited, unsure why she was looking at him.
Jaida trailed her fingers over the smooth surface of the stone pillar, her lips parting in a playful smile. She couldn't help to look at the boy as he continued in his distracted prayer, to the lemurs visible dismay. As their eyes locked she couldn't help but to look away. Her playful smile transcending into a shy giggle.
"Did I do something wrong again?" Rigwyn thought as he looked down at his clasped hands. After a while he looked up locking their eyes once more, as he smiled innocently he revealed the space and soft gums where his two front teeth used to be.
Jaida's attention turned to the Lemur standing over the boy. He carried himself in a sovereign manner, his demeanor spoke of an arrogant tendency. He had no doubt provided the clothes the boy wore, as he seemed to be uncomfortable in them.
Rigwyn's hair was cut short and combed to the right with a part in the left side of his head. His clothes were threadbare but clean and smelled fresh as if just washed. His shirt was buttoned all the way up to his chin, whereas his sleeves were buttoned at his wrists.
Having noticed Rigwyn's lack of focus Izalox reached for a sharp prod which he carried with him in the depth of his robe.
A wince replaced Rigwyn's smile as a sharp object began to dig into his side. Izalox whispering a phrase that had grown all too familiar to him. "Focus Rigwyn, or the usher will throw you into the offering well." He straightened up and looked back down at his clasped hands. Resuming his petition carefully at first, then once more muttering and skipping words. He looked at the girl once more though one eye. The wince being replaced with a grin. Jaida snickered at his defiant antics, which caused the boy to direct his gaze down at his hands once again.
Having lost track of time Jaida soon realized that she had mistaken the darkness of the temple for a trait of night. This became clear to her as people devoted to Laanx began to enter the temple with torches in hand, they had come for the early morning sermon. Many yawning before taking their usual seats on the solid stone benches that had been scattered throughout the temple. The lemur snapped his fingers and gestured towards the row of benches in the far back of the temple. The boy slowly rose from the floor and reluctantly took a seat. Whereas the lemur remained standing.
Izalox looked around the temple with his nose slightly elevated and a proud smirk on his face. He looked at each family carefully as if taking note of their clothing and the behavior of their children. When his stare was met he raised his nose a bit higher, then nodded with an arrogant smile on his lips. His ceremonial robe was red like the temple itself. If looking at his back the exquisite fabric held an emerald green serpent which had been masterfully embroidered and infused with golden highlights.
Jaida walked down the temples aisle in search of a seat, making a court bow to Izalox as she passed him. The lemur seemed caught up in the attention the assembly of followers gave him, unaware that Jaida took a seat on the bench where he had ordered Rigwyn earlier.
Jaida sat down on the edge of the bench, looking over at Rigwyn from time to time. The sermon had started and all but the priests eventually took a seat. She nervously trailed her nails over the rough surface of the bench, considering if she should slide closer to him. After building up enough courage she finally did, gently poking his shoulder. She Smiled playfully as he turned towards her "Hi, I'm Jaida, what is your name?"
Rigwyn recoiled at first, more comfortable initially with looking at the girl then with actually speaking with her. He looked at Izalox and noticed that his head was facing down and his eyes were closed. Looking back at Jaida he held his hand cupped to the side of his mouth and whispered "Rigwyn". He thought for a moment and then leaned in towards her. His curiosity was peaked by her soft brushed hair, a sparkle that danced on barrette that she wore in it. Her fingernails, clean and smooth unlike his which were calloused and rough from laboring outside.
Jaida giggled softly as she leaned in, casually fidgeting her black shoulder length hair which held a strange metallic glisten. She searched his eyes as her lips parted in a nervous smile.
The two children talked and giggled throughout the sermon, not paying any attention to the people around them.
Izalox heard them chattering but said nothing. He listened closely to every word paying careful attention to their tone, their choice or words and they way they giggled. On the outside he appeared to be consumed in prayer. his face blank, his hands resting upon his knees. He breathed slowly and meditatively occasionally shifting in his seat ever so slightly.
The sermon was about to come to an end, Jaida seemed a little disheartened. Wanting to spend more time with her new friend. Rigwyn on the other hand seemed fascinated by the traditional jade snake which she wore as a amulet, seemingly unaware the the sermon was about to end. She gently put her hand in his, squeezing it with a playful giggle. "Will I see you here tomorrow?"
Rigwyn looked down at Jaida's hand not expecting to be touched. Slowly his fingers curled around her hand. He looked up at her with an uncertain stare which quickly stretched into a wide smile. "Do you like to play tag?" he asked her. Rigwyn's voice was loud enough to catch the attention of a few patrons who turned around and gave him a brief stare and then whispered "Hush child".
Jaida leaned in, playfully poking his thigh as she whispered "You're it!'. Those who had sought themselves to the temple grew increasingly agitated by the children's occasional giggles and whispers and thus irritated looks fell upon Izalox, holding him accountable for the disturbance.
Rigywn quickly turned his head to see if Izalox noticed. He cringed defensively as if about to be belted as Izalox's dull black pupils snapped to the right and locked with his. His stare was invasive and seemed to be capable of discovering every dishonest and guilty thought in the poor lad's mind. Izalox turned his gaze to the girl as he leaned in close to her as if to whisper something. His lips parted as he began to speak in a hushed tone revealing his yellowed teeth. His voice was just loud enough for the two children to hear. "Please be careful children. I would not want Laanx to strike you down. He knows what you are thinking and does not approve."
Jaida leaned back into the bench as the lemur turned, she squeezed Rigwyn's hand as his dull black eyes slowly crept over her. Avoiding his gaze at all costs.
Feeling somewhat intimidated by the deceptive threat Rigwyn straightened up and looked forward. He made a half hearted attempt at paying attention to the sermon but quickly looked back at Jaida and giggled silently.
The patrons began to stand up and then started to file out of the temple. Rigwyn felt a slight push prompting him to leave the pew. He followed Jaida into the Isle and the three proceeded towards the exit. Jaida tagged Rigwyn and then ran past one of the braziers and onto the grass. Rigwyn began to chase her laughing out loud. She ran and hid behind one of the large steel structures affixed to the side of the temple. Rigwyn slowed down as he began to peek around the corner but then stopped when he felt a large hand grasp his wrist.
Jaida snickered as she pressed herself against the steel structure, the soft thuds of footsteps indicated that Rigwyn was getting closer. Struggling not to snicker she covered her mouth with her palm. Suddenly a cascade of curses could be heard nearby, she looked over the steel structure finding the lemur dragging Rigwyn away towards the Plazaa.
Izalox's grip was painful and when he tugged it jerked Rigwyn's body. He pulled the boy like a mule though the crowded plaza towards the overpass leading to the west gate. Rigwyn looked back but did not see Jaida. He protested but was met with a hard pinch and a fierce look. "Don't you dare embarrass me in public child or I'll skin you alive!" Rigwyn followed reluctantly dragging his heels on the rough cobblestone road as they proceeded past the guards as they exited the city. He looked at one with contempt and stuck out his tongue. The guard chuckled to himself as he left. "Cute kid" he muttered to the guard on the other side of the gate.
Zalloh twisted a sopping wet robe in her hands as rivulets of soapy water streamed out between her fingers and returned to the pail along with a few tears that dripped from her cheeks as she wept. Her mind had begun to grow frail as her health continued to deteriorate. She was determined to complete her chore before Izalox was to return but her sadness seemed to slow her down. She hoped that he would meet someone along that way so that she would have more time. It seemed as if the medicine that Izalox prescribed was only making her misery worse, but she did not dare to question him.
The door swung open and met with the wall making a jarring din. Rigwyn was dragged into the house by his collar and tossed to the floor. "Your child humiliated me in public today, caused a disturbance in the temple, and nearly caused a small child to get lost!"
Zalloh's lips trembled as her eyes switched between Rigwyn and Izalox. She joined her hands and pleaded with Izalox submissively but to no avail. He slammed the door shut and approached her pointing his finger directly at her face "I ordered you to teach this child the ways of Laanx. I gave you all the needed books and materials yet you still failed !" Zalloh sobbed as she began to plead "He has only been back for a week since he ran away. What do you expect me to accomplish in a week?"
Izalox fired back at Zalloh coldly "The lad ran away from home at age five because you were a horrible mother! You failed to discipline him as I demanded. You failed to educate him as required. What kind mother are you? Your own child left you because he was sick of you!"
Rigwyn looked at the two and interjected "I didn't run away. " Izalox slapped the boy with the back of his hand shouting "Don't correct your mother!" Rigwyn cried loudly more scared than hurt, he looked at Zalloh for support but was met with a stare and pursed lips. Picking up on the silent gesture Izalox looked at Zalloh and then back at Rigwyn "What do you mean boy, Your telling me you did not run away?"
Rigwyn nodded in agreement and then pointed to the washtub crying and shaking. Izalox looked back at Zalloh shouting "What is this invalid talking about? " Zalloh held her hand over her mouth to hold in a painful cry. She shook sorrowfully while looking at Izalox as if beckoning for forgiveness. The lad interjected once again shouting "She put my head in the bucket and wouldn't let me breathe! "
Izalox looked at Zalloh to read her expression. She fell to her knees wailing uncontrollably as she recalled that dark, dismal day. Izalox smacked his forehead clearly frustrated. He had failed to control her once again and knew that the boy was old enough to be a problem. Enraged he beat Rigwyn cursing and swearing with each strike. He was determined to break both his body and his defiant attitude. Horrified Zalloh pleaded with Izalox suggesting instead that the boy be turned back to the wilderness. Izalox stopped for a moment pondering the proposal. He shifted his attention from Zalloh to Rigwyn and them knelt down holding his shoulders.
"You've caused us nothing but trouble since the day we rescued you. Its time for you to leave. If I ever see your face again, that girl that you met in the temple will be offered to Laanx." He shook him fiercely and shouted "Do you understand ?"
Rigwyn nodded as he was too frightened to reply. Zalloh scurried across the room and opened a basket from which she took a loaf of bread and a few coins. The boy was given a day rations and shown the door. Rigwyn swallowed hard as the hurt from being rejected and cast out was far more painful than the beating that he had endured. His eyes floated around lost and without a place to focus. In a flash his demeanor changed. Something inside had snapped. His fear suddenly turned to anger and he felt as if his blood had begun to boil. He did not care if he was beaten or insulted any more. Somehow that part of him seemed to have left. He spat at Izalox and stormed out the door slamming it behind him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black glyph that he had received from Oriven two cycles ago. He kneaded it in his hands as he ranted in his mind about Izalox and Zalloh wishing that they would suffer immensely. With each curse he uttered his anger dissipated a little more and the glyph seemed to tingle in his palm.
Jaida had woke up early to save a seat for herself and her new friend. She combed her hair whilst practicing different funny expressions and grimaces in the small mirror that hung above her bed. She hurried down the scrawny ladder which lead to the main hall of the temple. People had already gathered downstairs, their idle banters slowly rising to the ceiling. She sought herself to the bench where she and Rigwyn had sat the day before. With high expectations she put her hands in her lap, impatiently waiting for him to show up.
The sermon started, but there was still no sign of her friend. Her first reaction was that she had scared him away. A tear searched it's way down her cheek as she drooped to the sound of chants and praises to Laanx. The seemingly endless preaching stopped as the azure sun began to rise over the city. Saddened she walked out the temple dragging her feet, she kicked the ground stirring up some dust which was caught in a soft breeze.
Suddenly she spotted the Lemur which had accompanied Rigwyn the day before. He was coughing wildly as he made his way through a crowd in the plazaa, seemingly in a foul mood.
Impulsively Jaida followed the Lemur which was heading in direction of the winch. While standing before the massive gates of the winch Izalox looked around himself before turning left, changing his direction towards the sewers. Jaida followed him closely, her judgment proving no match for her curiosity. The lemur stopped seemingly staring at the fumes which rose from the hole leading down into the sewers. Jaida approached, firmly pulling the sleeve of his robe with a inquiring look on her face "Excuse me sir? where was Rigwyn today?"
Izalox gasped and turned quickly looking over the girl's head, when he looked down he first realized that the girl from the temple stood before him. He had thought that he was alone and was perplexed by the girl's ability to sneak up on him. Just as he was about to insult her a thought came to his mind and his demeanor changed to a more relaxed and sorrowful one.
Jaida cringed as the Lemur looked as if he grew even angrier when he turned to her, yet in the blink of an eye the anger that boiled in his eyes was swept away. Leaving him seemingly sad, his eyes filling with sympathy.
Izalox knelt down on one knee so that Jaida would not have to look up at him and placed his hands on her shoulders as if to console her.
"Laanx has punished Rigwyn for carrying on like a fool in the temple during yesterday's service. On the way home a huge bolt of lightning came down from the sky and struck him down. All that remained was a scorch mark on the ground and a very crispy piece of his skin. A few of his fingers and toes remained on the ground too."
Izalox's face drooped as he looked at Jaida waiting for her to react to his words. Jaida was shocked, quickly growing uncomfortable in his firm grip. The lemurs way of describing Rigwyn's demise disgusted her almost as much as it scared her. She shivered as his dull black eyes dug deep into hers, his sharp tongue continued to spew the most awful things.
As her face began to sadden he began to bite his tongue, desperately trying to hold back a smile. "I wonder if maybe Laanx sent him to a secret place and is hurting him. Perhaps pulling his ears, twisting his little tail and lashing his back. Laanx is not a forgiving god my child. Keep that in mind and perhaps you will not get on his bad side."
Jaida's eyes widened at the profanity he spoke about Laanx. This was not the god she knew, nor was it the way Daphvir had taught her to interpret the book of names. Tears began to wander down her cheek's as Izalox nails dug into her shoulders. His vile yellow teeth exposed like a beast stalking it's prey.
The expression of horror on Jaida's face made Izalox feel euphoric. The struggle to keep a straight face was becoming incredibly difficult but he did his best not to smile. His next statement would surely bring him to a climax so he suppressed the urge as best as he could.
Jaida swallowed the lump in her throat, growing increasingly terrified as the lemur appeared to be struggling not to part his cold lips in a smile. As if he was getting some sick pleasure out of preaching to her and feeling her shiver in his hands.
Izalox altered his voice in a more child-friendly voice. His eyes wide open as he enunciated each word carefully. "Gods are not like us people. They are not your friends or buddies. If you make them angry they will hurt you very, very badly. It would be much safer to just stay away from Laanx, that way you won't make him angry by mistake. Right?"
The lemur looked at Jaida holding her still as he waited for her response. After a moment of silence he began to nod his head up and down a little prompting her to answer "yes"
Jaida had a horrified expression on her face, was laanx really a god who reigned without mercy, one who would strike down an innocent boy. Her friend? a intense feeling of disgust filled Jaida as the lemur began to nod, as if wanting her to agree. In a desperate attempt to free herself she grabbed Izalox hand which had rested upon her shoulder, biting it as hard as she could. The lemur roared as her teeth dug into his flesh, he withdrew his hands and the hateful look which had boiled in his eyes returned.
Jaida ran as fast as her legs could carry her, thankfully she was not followed.
She threw herself on her bed after entering the place which had up until now been her refuge.
The blasphemy the lemur had spoken slowly repeated itself in her head, was laanx really an evil vengeful god?
The fate that had come to her friend struck her first as she burrowed her face in her pillow. She prayed for Rigwyn, hoping he was safe and that the lemur was just an awful liar. Not knowing what else to do she cried herself to sleep, plagued by horrific nightmares throughout the night.
She woke up in the morning determined to leave the temple. She sought an audience with the head of the clergy, pleading her case. It was decided that she would be sent to Gurgontid where she would be educated in the ways of peace and nature.
And so it was that Jaida left the temple, yet many questions remained. Would she ever find out what happened to Rigwyn?
[This was a collaborative text written by me and Rigwyn. I hope you like it! :flowers:]
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A selection of nice background stories here, certainly backs up what I thought about Rigwyn.
And a sister, buckets of fun to be had by all. I can see this being quite interesting.
**Sits and eats cookies while deciding which side to play with first.**
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A very well written story. Congratulations to Rigwyn and Cavi for a job well done. I have a good feeling about this event, with a bit of luck and contribution it may turn into something truly special :thumbup:
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Very touching, heart wrenching, and scary. Keep up this great storyline and vivid writing style, and you all will make me an addict craving more.
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i like the sermon scene. sums up every kid's church experience. ;D
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Jaida's Way
"She woke up in the morning determined to leave the temple. She sought an audience with the head of the clergy, pleading her case. It was decided that she would be sent to Gurgontid where she would be educated in the ways of peace and nature."
Jaida had been sent to the idyllic city of Gurgontid where she grew into a woman. The close bond the Kra shared with nature influenced her greatly, and so did the teachings of the godly mother. Not knowing what religion to follow she chose to honor the ideology of both leaving her with a more personal and joyful way of life.
As the years passed she found herself determined to help others in their plight and misery. Jaida truly absorbed the way of Xiosia, giving her an inner strength which she gladly shared with others.
The Loyal Disciple
One day an elderly courier had sought himself to Gurgontid, the impressive fortress like architecture was nothing like he had ever seen before. The notion that the kran possessed little intelligence was something he had always agreed with, yet the humble greetings and extraordinary hospitality he was given made him reconsider his prejudice.
Mulgik imparted him of Jaidas whereabouts, and so it was that he wandered into the lush nature which the outskirt of Gurgontid held. The beauty of Jaida was a gift from laanx he thought to himself as he had found her searching the flora for herbs. Her silky jet black hair caught in a soft breeze, her ebon black eyes carefully inspecting the roots and stems which emanated from the ground. He cleared his throat to get her attention, slowly she turned. Parting her lips in a friendly smile.
"The clergy prayed for their dying brother, staying by Daphvir's side night and day.
The elderly priest called forth his most trustworthy disciple, choosing him to impart Jaida of his last words."
"My name is Gartold" he said as her inquiring eyes wandered over him. He was amazed how the little girl had grown since he last saw her, some of the words he had so carefully memorized was lost due to his disbelief. "I.. I served under Daphvir for many years, on his deathbed I promised him to impart you on his last words when you where ready. Today is that day my child"
Jaida curiously looked the elderly man up and down, he was clad in the traditional robe of the Laanx clergy. He supported his withering bones with a staff who had the intricate carving of a serpent on it. As the name of her mentor was mentioned she lowered her gaze, as if to pay respect to his memory.
Gartold took a deep breath of fresh air, the sealed in ambiance of the temple had taken it's toll on his shriveling lungs. He reached for his satchel, removing a worn sealed note which he had been given by Daphvir on his deathbed.
"The disciple slowly leaned in over the bed and bowed his head in a court manner. Daphvir spoke vaguely, struggling to bring forth his last words, and his very last wish. "He's alive.. Praised be Laanx. Her brother is alive, and I am forgiven.." he murmured as he slowly gestured towards a sealed note lying on his nightstand. "Give her that when she is ready, tell her..' the old priest couldn't finish his sentence as his body began to fade, sent to slumber in Dakkru's embrace forever."
Jaida accepted the note eagerly, carefully opening it with her fingernails. Her eyes widening as she slowly red the letters it held. It spoke of Daphvir's love to her, as well as his well wishes. The last sentences caused her to gasp in surprise. It told of her twin brother, which she had been separated from in her childhood. "Jacula.." she slowly pronounced his name as if savoring the letters. With tears of happiness in her eyes she turned to Gartold embracing him tightly.
Gartold patted Jaida on her back as she wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you, how can I ever repay you?" she exclaimed joyfully. He smiled "Promise me that you will find him" he answered as his smile grew even wider. She placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before running of in the direction of Gurgontid with a merry spring in her step.
Gartold savored the moment, he had been true to his word and Jaidas joy was his reward.
So it was that Jaida Pundactum left her home in search of her brother, threading upon the dangerous roads which lead to Hydlaa. Would she learn the truth of her brothers horrid deeds, and most importantly. Would she find him?
[I want to thank Jacula for helping me in developing Jaida's background story and teaching me the way to write such stories efficiently \\o//
this was a collaborative text where I took the role of Jaida and he took the one of Gartold]
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Now she knows the truth, it can only be good for her.
Not.
I'm crashing this lovely reuniting of brother and sister.
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"The Price Of Infamy"
Infamy had attached itself both to Jacula's name, deeds and reputation. And thus he saw it appropriate to disappear for a while, he entered the foul sewers which had proven to be a sanctum in his times of need. Every brick, beam and turn had been carved into his mind. He took a deep breath of the rancid fumes which exuded from the sewage, scouring the narrow catacombs as the smell brought an accustomed taste to his pallet.
While wading through the filth he came upon a injured rat lying on the cold stone, the small animal squeaked loudly. Frenetically twitching as it fought for it's life. Jacula didn't think much of the animal as he passed it but as another tormented squeak echoed behind him he abruptly stopped in his tracks. He returned and kneeled before the animal, watching as it remained helpless in it's predicament. He unsheated his knife, yet as he was about to end it's misery a strange feeling came over him. A compelled fascination soon filled Jacula's mind as he watched the tormented rat as it turned and twisted.
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"A compelled fascination soon filled Jacula's mind as he watched the tormented rat as it turned and twisted."
Jacula had never enjoyed hurting people. To him such actions had always been directly related to business and nothing more. Yet as the agonized squeals of the rat turned into a echo once again he found himself enjoying the esthesis of the rat's struggle.
Sadism had always been to Jacula's disliking. He shook his head as if to shake the feeling brought forth by the rats misery, ending it's life with a swift cut of his blade. Disgusted by himself he rose from the filth and continued wading towards the temple, when had these twisted feelings grown enjoyable to him?
"Darkness leered from every inch of the room, consuming him completely. His veins came close to bursting as he grew into a greater being, a beast who dug it's claws into the stone. He had grown into an embodiment of terror, a hulking monster of himself. And thus his guilt had ended, for he had entered a new state of mind, and new state being. Would he learn to control what he had been given?"
The serene quietness of the temple brought peace to Jacula's troubled mind. He made his way into the temple's main room where he sat down in front of the altar. After closing his eyes he slowly drifted of into a deep contemplation. He had fed numerous lies to the blind masses of Hydlaa, luckily they had chewed them well and asked for seconds. There was no evidence of his endeavors as Samcat had taken the fall and where left to rot in the horrid prison which Hydlaa held.
Having resided in the temple for a few days Jacula decided that to venture to the surface where a encounter worth more to him than all the riches of the blackflame combined awaited him. Hidden in exclusive garments he traveled to the home of the Kran, the long journey eased by the thoughts of the person who waited within.
The mines where crowded of by those digging in the muck in search of fortune, the mighty city still looming from it's stone supported base. As if time had stood still.
Jacula made his way up the ramp and skulked around, after a while the soft steps he had awaited made him turn around, his eyes falling upon the woman who's beauty left him standing in awe.
Mellas came to a stop when she noticed a familiar cloaked person nearby the gugrontid towers. With a curious frown she attempted to look under the hood. Jacula smiled to himself before he gently nudged Mellas as he headed for the stonehead tavern.
As the couple enters the tavern Jacula makes sure that they are alone before he let his hood fall to his shoulders. Mellas followed him curiously. 'Do I know you..?' she was about to ask when the cloaked ynnwn dropped his hood. 'Jacula!' she exclaimed, running over to embrace him tightly. 'I was looking for you!'
Nothing has come close to bringing the same joy and excitement to Jacula's heart as Mellas did. The bond they shared had a deep foundation to it which in turn was very dear to him. Lost in her presence Jacula suddenly snapped to attention as she told him that she had news to impart him on. He in turn explained that he had been in hiding due to the reputation and bounty that now was stuck to his name. He told her that his suspicion had been peaked by a ylian who went by the name of Mirodi. With her silver tongue and innocent traits she had earlier attempted to Seduce him. Yet as Jacula was about to be ensnared in her carefully woven web of lies he decided to put her traits to the test. Judging from her reaction and unflinching demeanor he soon had realized her true colors. After leaving the tavern that night a klyros who went by the name Dermathil had seemingly followed him. He had spotted the klyros on a number of occasions before. Having drawn the conclusion that he was spying on him Jacula decided to encounter this individual up close, in a attempt to scare him of. Mellas listened to his endeavors with interest, seeming to have grown used to the deception and speculation that had grown to be Jacula's strongest weapons in his fight for survival. After a long discussion that followed he gently entwined their fingers 'You have news for me?' he said with a inquiring look in his eyes.
Mellas nodded and reached out with her other hand to caress his cheek, seeing the similarities between Jaida and Jacula. 'I met your sister, she's looking for you.'
Jacula widened his eyes for a second, yet what appeared to be a trait of surprise soon turned into a trait of agitation 'I don't have a sister, she must be mistaken'
Mellas smiled, having expected his reaction. 'I think you should meet her. And even if she isn't your sister, I think it's something you should judge by yourself when you see her.'
Jacula looked out into the far distance 'It sounds like a trick to me. I don't like where this is going' he said having grown paranoid due to the events of late 'A lot of people wish me harm, as well as our "kind"'
Mellas tilted her head, thinking over his words. 'Aye, that is true,' she said softly, stroking his arm. 'Yet she does seem very sincere, what do you suggest? Surely you don't want to turn your back on a possible family member?'
Jacula shrugged seemingly bothered by the idea 'If I have a sister, where was she when I grew up. She was not there enduring that wretched hell with me.. ' he scowled as he thought back on his childhood.
Mellas realized where Jacula's thoughts was be going, taking herself time to softly kiss each finger on his left hand. 'Well,' she responded thoughtfully. 'I cannot tell you what I don't know, but I do know that she seems to be an honest girl, very excited to meet you.' The nolthrir thought back. 'She was crying when I heard her at first, crying for the fact that she heard so many dark stories about her possible brother.'
Jacula shrugged again 'I don't know about this Mellas.. But if you deem her to be sincere I guess that..' he came to a stop as he looked up at her with a dark intensity in his eyes 'I'll.. Handle it'
Mellas entwined their fingers again, a worried expression on her face when she searched for his eyes. 'How does this news make you feel?' she asked warmly, trying to understand him better.
Jacula rocked slightly back and forth, not allowing himself to get excited what so ever 'I.. Don't know. What was she like?' he asked trying to seem uninterested.
Mellas sent him a smile. 'She's tall, same skin as you, and beautiful. But most of all, it's her eyes. They are almost identical to yours,' she replied in a loving tone of voice. 'Her name is Jaida, and from the looks and sound of it she's a well educated girl.'
Jacula tried to pronounce the name correctly 'Jaida.. Interesting name' he looked down into the ground seeming to contemplate 'I'll look into this.. But do tell me, where did she come from?'
Mellas dove into the memory, trying to recall the things that were said. 'I don't know,' she said honestly, 'I had to go soon after I met her, didn't even get the chance to ask her about this note she was holding.'
Jacula cupped his chin in his hand as he looked down towards the mines 'I'll get a few "clackers" to investigate this matter..' his eyes snapped back at Mellas again 'Have you encountered this.. Mogweh after his demise?'
Mellas frowned a little and followed his gaze towards the mines before looking back at him. 'Alright,' she said with a soft sigh. 'Yes, he took his revenge and after a month he came to me and apologized for everything, saying he wanted to be friends again. He's been taking care of me ever since.'
Jacula got an enraged look in his eyes 'Taking care of?' he attempted to control himself from having an outburst 'Such a.. Snake. Slowly ensnares it's victim, biting when least expected. And it's venom will not cause only a swift demise, but it will also break ones heart' he said in a abstract but firm way.
Mogweh had indeed proved to have talent in when it came to deception. Jacula knew that he had the potential to become greater than he could ever imagine. Yet where he had talent he did lack experience. Determined to take advantage of the opportunity Jacula demanded to be told more, changing his tone of voice into a loving one.
Mellas nodded, reassured by his loving tone. 'Please don't worry about me, worry about what he means to do to you. He doesn't seem to like you very much, my love. Maybe now that you're both in the outlaws, that could change,' she muses.
Jacula was not concerned whether Mogweh liked him or not, the differences they had was in his mind based on the personal debt that the menki to owed him. To the favor of the blackflame Jacula had until now managed to keep his personal dealing separated from the bidding. Yet as Jacula realized Mogweh was part of the same family of outlaws that Rigwyn had convinced himself to join the feeling from earlier dug deep into his mind.
"Jacula had never enjoyed hurting people. To him such actions had always been directly related to business and nothing more. Yet as the agonized squeals of the rat turned into a echo once again he found himself enjoying the esthesis of the rat's struggle.
Sadism had always been to Jacula's disliking. He shook his head as if to shake the feeling brought forth by the rats misery, ending it's life with a swift cut of his blade."
Something within him snapped. The overwhelming urge of malign intent grew increasingly unbearable.
Jacula stood up, seemingly boiling with anger 'That.. Irritating whelp.' he exclaimed loudly before looking down at Mellas, trying to hide his anger.
Mellas quickly stood up with him. 'You have to go?' she asked, trying to grasp his hand to stop him for one more moment. 'You seem a bit restless.. agitated.'
Jacula nodded slightly 'Don't worry about it.. I'm just.. Tired' he said with the best of intentions, not wanting her to worry. 'Nightfall beckons, there is a.. meeting which I must attend' he gently stroked her cheek with the palm his hand 'I'll see you soon, I promise'
Mellas nodded slowly, leaning up to give him a tender farewell kiss and wrapping her arms around him in one last tight hug. 'I'll miss you,' she says, stepping back and adjusting his hood so it falls back neatly over his face. 'And I love you, be safe in the light and shadows.'
Jacula quickly made his way back to Hydlaa, the shadows brought forth by the fall of night revealing the malign intent which glowed in his eyes. For in his mind the time of retribution had come, would Mogweh reap the consequences of his deeds?
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I love the realization moment with the rat in the sewers!
Very nicely written, and the detail of not showing the one eye in the image is definitely well thought of. :)
It's great to read how one backstory begins to entwine with so many others.
Fantastic work to Jacula, Cavi and Rigwyn, top quality alright!
I know we're all very excited to read what's going to happen next... *nudge nudge* ;D
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Excellent work indeed !
Too bad that rat isn't an animated gif XD
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"Obsession"
Jacula quickly made his way back to Hydlaa, the shadows brought forth by the fall of night revealing the malign intent which glowed in his eyes. For in his mind the time of retribution had come, would Mogweh reap the consequences of his deeds?
The soothing darkness who had engulfed the city brought a smile to Jacula's lips. The time for action had come, and for the first time in his life he actually looked forward to getting his hands dirty. He sought himself into a narrow alley which slept as still and serene as the rest of the city. The thuds of his steps echoed against the narrow walls before slowly fading as he found himself standing over a manhole in the end of the alley. He kneeled, prying the lid off. Fumes of the sewer rose to the crystal as he reached in, his fingers searching for a satchel which had been strapped to the metal rods which served as a ladder. The leather has been bleached and exuded a smell that was something most foul. Ignoring the stench Jacula carefully opened the shrivel satchel, exposing a wide variety of prongs, knifes, cleavers and mallets. Tools which where specifically designed to cause pain and suffering onto whoever they where used on. The malign urge reminded itself as he watched the tempered steel glint in the light of his torch.
He made his way into the wilderness beyond the enchanted Forrest where he found a gorge suitable for the endeavors which where to come. With a flick of his wrist he summoned a groffel, the small animal squealed at the sight of it's master. Yet as it was offered a treat it wagged it's tail, overjoyed at the ynnwn gesture. Jacula kneeled down, strapping a note to it's collar. He made sure to let the groffel take in Mogweh's scent as he soaked a piece of leather in a concoction of spice mingled with sword oil. The tiny groffel sniffed the leather through it's muzzle and wagged it's tail as it begged for another treat. Jacula gave it another piece of dried fruit before sending it on it's way back to Hydlaa to find no less than the object of his malign obsession.
The groffel made it's way back to Hydlaa, not stopping to scrutinize or sniff the tempting shrubs nor the feet of the guards which stood watch outside the gates.
After searching the city frantically the familiar scent was suddenly presented by a soft breeze. The small animal followed the scent and eventually found the receiver.
A unusually small groffel tugged at Mogweh's leg before dropping a shriveling note to the ground. As he let his eyes wander over the crooked lettering he understood what awaited. 'Make your way to the burial well, Then follow the smoke of my fire to the north." the note was signed with a smudge of blood
Mogweh looked around,took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Suddenly the colors of the grass and trees became vivid and bright, life seemed simple and in those last moments it all became very precious as he made his way to the burial well and his fate.
Jacula looked into the fire which he had lit with care, his eyes glowing with malign intent as the light of the flames flickered over his face. He tightened his fists as the urges of twisted desire burned fiercely in his heart. He slowly let his fingers wander over the bleached texture of his satchel, knowing that his tools would get the chance to dig themselves into the flesh of his obsession.
Sure enough the menki approached the gorge led there by the smoke of the roaring fire, would he taste Jaculas retribution?
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"Jacula looked into the fire which he had lit with care, his eyes glowing with malign intent as the light of the flames flickered over his face."
Jacula looked into the fire as sparks flew around him 'Peaceful here is it not?' he said flatly upon spotting Mogweh.
Mogweh looked around and exhaled slowly as he approached the fire,'Indeed, I see you are enjoying your liberty.' he said with a sincere grin.
Jacula nudged a piece of firewood with his toe as it crumbled due to the heat, the warmth quickly spreading into the air. He kept his gaze focused on the fire 'But as many things in life.. What appears to be peaceful and fragile on the outside is often.. Twisted and chaotic on the inside' his malign gaze wandered up to Mogweh as he scoffed 'Would you agree?'
Jacula licked his lips disturbingly as the malign feeling come over him once again, slowly transcending into a powerful urge. He kept his eyes transfixed on Mogweh as if the world around him had seized to exist.
Mogweh nodded as he gazed into the burning fire, watching as the flames mirrored Jacula's words 'Yes, that has been my experience, betrayal, deceit.. These are all such as you describe...' he said as his voice drifted off
Jacula tried to rip his gaze off Mogweh as he scowled 'In this very place.. Which would appear peaceful.. There was three neophytes who dined upon themselves as shadow seeped through the lands.. This as a consequence for their deeds'
Jacula searched Mogweh's eyes obsessively 'Do you.. Like the way brutality feels Mogweh?'
Mogweh looked up at Jacula a little uncertain of the intent of his words as he answered flatly,'No, not really. Just sometimes that's necessary in business. Has to be done. Makes the point.' he replies in a clipped professional like manner.
Jacula seemed to tremble slightly as his eyes continued to dig into Mogweh's 'The way you handled Samcat was.. Sufficient' he said seemingly giving him a compliment 'Yet to climb the latter of our.. Enclave, much more is to be done.' he cupped his chin in his hand as he stopped trembling 'Do you seek my respect Mogweh, my.. Recognition?'
Jacula adverted his gaze and stared blindly into the fire, in a attempt to keep himself from a violent outburst.
Mogweh tried to hold Jacula's gaze as he replied simply,'I would'
Jacula seemed fascinated by the way the fire engulfed the dry wood. 'The teachings is a mere spark.. Yet it rarely ignites the roaring flame that I see in you.' He looked up at Mogweh again, his nostrils flailed wildly as he exclaimed 'You have earned my.. Attention. Yet for us to proceed there is the matter of a personal.. Dispute.. A personal task which you owe to me'
Mogweh's face glanced down into the flames again as he said nothing for a moment before sighing deeply 'Name it' he said. Simply to avoid the risk of perceived deception.
Jacula seemed surprised at Mogwehs reaction 'I have no need for mindless cattle, but deeming from your recent endeavors I guess you are just.. Eager to get started' he said as he made a disturbing expression 'This dispute can be settled in two ways. At first I was going to let you choose one which you preferred.. But it seems more.. Suitable to let fate decide'
Jacula reached into a pouch strapped to his belt removing a single circle, he held it up watching it glisten in the light of the fire before unsheating a knife and carved an "X" onto one side. He showed Mogweh which side is which before jeering 'Heads.. Or tails menki?'
Mogweh smiled at Jacula's humor and replies,'I'm all in, heads'
Jacula seemed disgusted by Mogwehs ignorant reply. He tossed the circle into mid air and let it fall to the ground, he quickly stepped on it concealing the result 'If we are shown heads you will dine upon yourself this night, and I will be your .. Waiter' he said with an obvious malign intent. The urge to open the satchel he had brought and savagely cut into the menki before him grew increasingly unbearable. Knowing he had to contain himself he let a soothing caress of crystal magic wander over the side of his head.
Mogweh looked down where Jacula's boot laid, shifting slightly but otherwise remaining completely stil. Only his breathing deepening betrayed the means of concealing any anxiety.
Jacula kept his foot over the circle as he smacked his lips at Mogweh in spiteful way 'If we are shown tails.. You will seek out the ynnwn who goes by Jaida Pundactum.. This wench claims to be my sister.. Befriend her, watch her every move and await my instructions.' he said seemingly hoping that they would be shown heads.
Mogweh nodded, his gaze still transfixed at the location of the coin,'I already know of her..' he muttered under his breath. His hands clenching and unclenching.
Jacula slowly removed his foot revealing the circle. The result was tails, and Jacula seemed to be on the brink of insanity. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths 'Well.. It would seem as if Dakkru shuns the very idea of claiming a part of you.' he said coldly
Jacula looked down into the ground 'Or maybe this soil had it's fill of blood on the last.. Occasion' he said before sheating the dagger.
Mogweh looked up at Jacula's face. His eyes glistened as he swallows hard and attempted to gain control of his breathing.
Jacula seemed tempted to carve into Mogweh as his hand remained on the pommel of the dagger 'I hope I do not need to impart you on what happens if you.. Fail.' he said as he tilted his head 'Your task is clear enough to you.. My eager little clacker?' he asked demandingly
Mogweh took a deep breath in an attempt to relax, taking his time as he looked down into the fire for a moment before returning his attention to Jacula's piercing gaze,'I'll get on it immediately, as I said I have some knowledge of the girl.' he paused again and considered his words for a few seconds before continuing 'Mellas, already has met the girl and they seem to have a relationship, should that be encouraged or discouraged?' he asked
Jacula gritted his teeth at the question, his fingers still softly dancing over the pommel of his dagger 'You will do whatever you deem suitable. Yet refrain.. From hurting her' he said before taking a step closer to Mogweh, taking in his scent 'If any harm comes to Mellas by your actions..' He leaned in even closer at the thought 'Then I will show you what it truly is.. To suffer'
Mogweh glared at Jacula seemly enflamed by the very suggestion of harming Mellas,'I... hurt her? Never' he spitted
Jacula seemed delighted at his answer, yet the malign feeling towards him remained. He took his time to stomp out the fading glow of the last sparks of the fire. Leaving only ash 'Remember.. Eyes everywhere menki' he said. before walking away swiftly, leaving the menki standing in his predicament.
Would Mogweh succeed and thus earn Jacula's respect?
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[I was looking forward to read this one.
The RP's between Jacula and Mogweh are always so terrifying!
Great development of the storyline in here, looks like Mog has some work to do ;)
Excellently played, both of you! ;D ]
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[I guess Jacula is not a cat-person :innocent: I'll try to be on Jaida more often as there are alot of people willing to join this event. Remember that it's based on random encounters though! I'm especially looking forward to a encounter with Rigwyn. :flowers:]
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[ Ahh yes, the little girl with the jade bracelet and sparkling barrette.. This should be very interesting :)
*sigh* the lies rig will have to weave should someone with ic info show up and try to soil his fine reputation.
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Edit: typo
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*Grins* You mean like Garo?
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* Rigwyn points at Garosan and shouts with a condescending tone "Bah ! ... You and your goodie goodie tribe of Talad worshiping weenies should go find something safe to do.. Like guard Lady Peckerly .. and chit chat about her eggs and her pointy little pecke... er eh.. bill. "
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Like guard Lady Peckerly .. and chit chat about her eggs and her pointy little pecke... er eh.. bill. "
[Chickens/Kikiri have beaks. ;)
Great job Count Jacula and Mogweh \o ]
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This is random but i jumped out of my seat [slightly] when i saw the picture of the dead rat. Then i got scared again by the eyes. Maybe i need a teddy to hug onto when i read these. :surrender:
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[Due to the recent update and other technical issues the storyline has not advanced for some time, fret not though. The RP will soon be up and running again. As aways anyone is welcome to join, remember that it's based on random interactions.]
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Jaida's Search
"So it was that Jaida Pundactum left her home in search of her brother, threading upon the dangerous roads which lead to Hydlaa. Would she learn the truth of her brothers horrid deeds, and most importantly. Would she find him?"
Jaida was overwhelmed by how Hydlaa had flourished since her childhood, she walked through the north gate and sought herself to the center of the massive city. A feeling of being misplaced soon filled her heart as she threaded upon these once familiar streets. Having grown used to being surrounded by lush nature she swallowed hard at the sight of the massive iron construction which she had once called her home.
The shadow of the laanx temple which fell over the plazaa brought a icy feeling to her cheek.
In her eyes her past sanctum of worship had grown into being no less than a iron abomination.
The kran had always spoken of a sacred tree which stood peacefully in a garden which where assumed secret. Such rumors had always fed the flame that was her unwavering curiosity, but alas. Her visit in Hydlaa was not a religious one.
Not having any apparent strategy she scurried the streets and asked various strangers about Jacula's whereabouts.
Some had heard the name before, others seemed reluctant to share their knowledge. Yet no information of use was to be had by those she encountered.
Flustered but not in short of a good mood she decided to make her way to the local tavern. She decided to rent herself a room for the few tria she had, knowing her search might be a extensive one.
Nightfall embraced Hydlaa in a veil of darkness. Jaida leaned over the ledge in the tavern deep in thought. A fenki dressed in a extravagant dress sat below in the company of a klyros. they spoke back and forth, only stopping to take the usual sip of wine.
Jaida made her way down the stairs on eager feet, approaching the table. Her straightforward approach was well met by the fenki who introduced herself as Lolitra Purrty. Even though to her noble appearance and posture she was surrounded by a soothing aura. She gracefully invited Jaida to sit and the klyros was as well mannered as the monarch herself. He introduced himself as Dr.Forita, the way he carried himself made Jaida doubt her very own manners. She formally introduced herself, yet at the sound of her last name she was met by squinted eyes and a suspicious treatment.
She explained that she had come to Hydlaa in search of her twin brother, from which she had been separated from in her childhood.
At the sound of Jacula's name Lolitra reached over the table and gently grasped Jaidas hand as if sorry for her loss. Dr.Forita had a similar reaction, upon which he decided to impart her of her brothers deeds.
The words of the klyros brought tears to Jaidas eyes. Supposedly her long lost brother had been cursed by mysterious artifacts leaving him a murderer who had turned his back on both the octarchal decree's and sympathy for others.
A brief conversation followed yet Jaida's mind was focused elsewhere, her thoughts mirrored by her tears.
She excused herself and sought sanctuary in the room she had rented. crying herself to sleep as the rumors she had been imparted on tormented her through the night.
The promise of a new day held little joy as Jaida slowly accepted the possibility of her brothers deeds. Yet her tears and prayers soon transcended into a driven determination. She spent that day asking around Hydlaa, yet much as the first day no breakthroughs where made. As the azure sun began to set she once again sought herself to the tavern, her face drooping as she took a seat on the bottom floor by the fire.
"Lies and rumors"
After a while she was joined by a ylian who introduced himself as Garosan. They chatted for a while and the ylian could not have been more comforting. Her dreadful plight soothed by his positive outlook and encouraging words.
In her mind Xiosia had blessed her search, for as she mentioned Jacula Garosan explained that he knew his fiance, and had the means of contacting her.
With a flick of his wrist he summoned a groffel, making sure to write a letter for it to deliver.
Sure enough the little creature hurried away. Time passed and a gleam of hope could be seen in Jaida's eyes. Sure enough a beautiful nolthrir soon made her way down the stairs. She had flower's attached in her blond hair but her demeanor seemed to be a reluctant one. She introduced herself as Mellas, and she assured Jaida that Jacula was safe and that she would let him know that she searched for him. Mellas convinced her that the horrid rumors that she had been told was nothing but lies. Overjoyed she believed every word.
Mellas spoke of Jacula as a hunter, who's skill and strength was unmatched throughout the land.
As she laid herself to bed that night she dreamed of them meeting, of how he might look like and how he would be ever so surprised.
Jaida woke up early to the promise of yet a new day. With a empowered spirit she decided to enjoy herself a bit, confident that Mellas would impart Jacula that she was looking for him. She visited the secret garden as well as the mighty arena and the gladiators that resided within. Yet as the days passed her confidence shrunk, reduced only too foolish hope. She found herself sitting in the tavern yet another night, and the tria she had spent on her room had ran out. Had Mellas lied to her? she thought as a rough cut Diaboli walked through the doors.
"Fate"
Rigwyn rummages through his pockets and pulls out a few teal coins. He places them on the bar, takes the mug and raises it "Here's to luck"
Jaida starts to fidget the mug in front of her, her drooping transcending into a deep sight 'I guess I'll never find him' she says to herself
Rigwyn surveys the empty bar and then notices a lone ynnwn.
Rigwyn says: Find who miss?
Jaida looks up at Rigwyn swiftly before looking down into her mug again 'I'm sorry.. I guess I'm thinking out loud' she sighs again as she carefully places the mug on the table
Jaida trails her fingers over her chest before grasping her jade amulet, squeezing it softly
Rigwyn approaches Jaida slowing habitually looking her over taking note of he clothing, facial features, and an a strangely enticing amulet
Jaida leans back in her chair as she lifts the mug to her lips, savoring the sweet taste of her cider.
Mogweh walks into the tavern and up to the bar, he glances round and seeing Rigwyn his face breaks into a broad grin,'Hey Rig' he says before turning to Allelia and ordering a drink.
Jaida sets her mug down before leaning over the table, she looks up at Rigwyn as he approaches, shooting him a friendly smile.
Rigwyn turns to Mogweh and waves and then looks back at Jaida "Thinking out loud can be good. Who is it that you fear you may never find ?"
Rigwyn says: I know many folks around here.
Mogweh hands over a couple of coins and turns casually to survey the bar, sipping his drink as he does.
Thidin leans forward on the counter and looks to her left.
Despaira looks around the tavern as she taps her boots on the ground, stretching her legs for a moment before running out.
Jaida parts her lips in a hopeful smile, seemingly surprised 'Please sit, sir.' she says courtly
Mogweh sees Thidin and his face lights up into a mischievous grin. Raising his mug to Thidin he says,'Your very good health - Daughter of Xiosia' and gives her a small wink
Rigwyn pulls out a chair and sits while looking at Jaida curiously, "I don't mean to be so intrusive .. "
Thidin raises a brow
Jaida trails her fingers over the table 'Not at all' she says as she looks up at him 'Maybe you could impart me on the whereabouts of my brother'
Marqsaynt glances at the corner chair and frowns... then heads over to the bar.
Mogweh glares at Marqsaynt as he enters the Tavern. His grip on the mug of beer tightens as he takes a sip.
Marqsaynt sends Thidin a wink, and leans against the bar...
Rigwyn notices Jaida's smooth clean hands. Something strikes him as odd though he has no idea what. "Who is this brother of yours?"
Marqsaynt holds up a finger to Allelia "One of the usual, Beautiful."
Thidin shakes her head "What is with everyone today?
Marqsaynt looks over to Thidin "What's that?"
Rigwyn eyes again are drawn to Jaida's amulet.
Azilim takes out a skin and a mug and fills the mug from the skin with something that appears to be Red Liquor. He looks around the tavern, observing the others inside.
Jaida squints her eyes as they wander over Rigwyn's features, she tilts her head as she notices the scar upon his cheek. 'I came here in search of a man named Jacula.. Do.. Do you know where to find him?' she says with a hopeful expression
Thidin shrugs "Everyone is, odd. I guess you could say."
Thidin looks over at Jaida
Mellas enters the tavern and looks around. 'Well, busy day for Allelia,' she mentions.
Rigwyn's eyes expand slightly at the mention of Jacula's name but then return. "Dont think I've ever heard that name before'
Rigwyn says: Your brother you say ?
Marqsaynt sends Thidin a grin and jokes "Well, you'll be happy to know I'm not anymore odd than I usually am."
Mogweh's head twitches at the mention of Jacula but he remains silent, turning to greet Mellas as she enters the tavern,'Hey there Mellas' he beams,'you're looking a damn sight better that the last time I saw you' before sending a shooting glance to Marsaynt
Marqsaynt catches Mogweh's glance and raises an eyebrow.
Jaida continues to look Rigwyn up and down, as her eyes set on his she searches them intently 'What's your name?' she asks softly
Rigwyn smirks, "Well, some folks call me 'Hey You ' "
Marqsaynt looks over to Mellas "How are you feeling, Beautiful?"
Jaida snickers softly as she extends her hand towards Rigwyn 'My name is Jaida'
Mellas glances at Jaida and Rigwyn, sending them a friendly nod, and she moves over to the bar, grinning at Mogweh and Marqsaynt. 'I'm much better, thank you! But how are both of you doing? I must have fallen asleep again...'
Marqsaynt picks his drink up from the bar and takes a drink "No complaints from me."
Jaida does not even seem to notice Mellas gesture as she focuses on Rigwyn's features
Rigwyn looks towards the mural on the wall with a stare as if reminiscing "I havent hear that name since I was a kid. "
Azilim sips his drink and listens to the conversations going on in the tavern.
Rigwyn says: Met a girl once .. she had a amulet just like...
Marqsaynt looks back over to Thidin "I miss anything while I was on... "vacation?"
Rigwyn looks back at Jaida's amulet and then at up at Jaida again
Thidin just rolls her eyes "Oh you left?"
Jaida withdraws her hand as she parts her lips in surprise
Rigwyn says: No, your not ..
Rigwyn looks at Jaida with an expression of disbelief "Get out !"
Rigwyn laughs
Rigwyn says: Jaida?
Jaida seems shocked, only capable of answering with a stutter 'Ri.. Rigwyn?'
Rigwyn says: I cant believe it ! I remember you from the temple !
Jaida leans forward, placing her hand in the middle of the table 'By Laanx, it is you' she says with a gasp 'I can't believe this, it thought.. I thought you where gone' she says softly
Rigwyn says: What ? Gone ? No.. The ole man just had a bug up his .. er eh .. He was in a rush to get home.
Rigwyn looks downward recalling the events that followed on that day..
Jaida remembers Izalox and his cruel lies 'The lemur.. He told me that you where killed, struck down by lightning' she says while shivering slightly
Rigwyn looks at Jaida with a shocked expression "He told you that !? The only striking down that happened that day was me getting beaten until I couldn't get back up
Jaida recoils into her chair, yet her hand remains on the table 'That's horrible' she exclaims before setting her gaze on his scar again 'I never thought I would see you again'
Rigwyn says: And I you. But those days are long gone. I haven't seen the ole terd ever since.
Jaida seems to have forgotten all about her search for Jacula as she searches Rigwyn's eyes 'I.. I don't know what to say.' her eyes continues to search his as she blushes slightly
Rigwyn looks around the tavern for a moment and then back at Jaida with a sly smirk "We have some unfinished business from the past you know"
Mogweh takes a drink of beer then seems to snap out of his mood, leaning towards Mellas he indicates towards Jaida with his eyes and whispers softly,'She's been asking about .. Jacula''
Jaida taps her fingers on the table playfully 'What might that be?' she answers with a soft giggle
Rigwyn brings his hand close to Jaida's as if to caress it but does not yet touch her. He looks into her eyes as if asking permission.
Mellas moves closer to Mogweh, her ears perking up at the sound of Jacula's name. She glances over at Jaida and nods to the menki. 'Aye, I know, I've spoken with her. We'll see how much of what she says is true.'
Jaida looks down at Rigwyn's hand for a moment before gently trailing her fingers over his, seemingly unaware of her surroundings
Rigwyn places his hand atop Jaida's softly and whispers with an impish grin
Rigwyn says: "Tag ! Your it !
Rigwyn jumps from his seat and runs out of the tavern
Jaida breaks into a wide smile and follows Rigwyn
The two run through out of the tavern and down the steep stairs before reaching the temple where Rigwyn stops.
Jaida runs up to Rigwyn, a bright smile visible on her face 'You remembered'
Rigwyn stops and laughs somewhat out of breath "Yes .. you remember this spot ? "
Rigwyn places his hand upon the steel structure attached to the temple
Jaida walks up to the massive steel structure, pressing her cheek against it as she looks back at Rigwyn coyly 'I remember'
Rigwyn looks at Jaida again with a wide smile.. "Follow me !"
Jada runs after him, as they stop again her eyes widen at the sight of a beautifully crafted gazebo
Rigwyn looks at the Gazebo and then back at Jaida "This spot is usually very quiet. "
Rigwyn says: I like it for a number of reasons.. Lots of good memories here.
Jaida adjusts her thin robe as she continues to admire Rigwyn's features. She looks up at the gazebo before looking back at him 'You have grown' she says teasingly
Rigwyn smiles as he looks at Jaida's hair which was once held in place by a rather shiny barrette. and then back at her face "I cant believe it .. after all these years"
Jaida takes a step closer to Rigwyn, slowly letting her hand wander over his chest 'I thought you where dead.. What happened to you?' she asks as her ebon eyes glisten
Rigwyn says: It was a memory that I try not to revisit. I eh .. well, from that day on I was on my own.
Jaida clasps her hands together, seemingly still in disbelief 'I can't believe that we meet after all these years.. It must be..' she pauses for a second as she looks over her shoulder at the temple 'fate'
Rigwyn looks at the temple angrily "Fate is quite the word for it. "
Rigwyn says: That religion has cause me nothing but suffering and pain.
Jaida shrugs as she looks back at Rigwyn, gently placing a hand on his shoulder 'You can follow any faith you please, as long as you are happy' she says in search of his feelings
Rigwyn looks back at Jaida with a softened expression, "I suppose so. Truth lies within. Its just a matter of discovering it"
Rigwyn says: Speaking of discovering ...
Jaida lets her hand wander down Rigwyn's armored arm before tilting her head at his words.
Rigwyn says: Tell me more about this brother of yours. What does he look like ?
Rigwyn looks about the empty field carefully while listening.
Jaida seems to have forgotten about her search for a moment, she returns her attention to his question 'I have never met him, yet we are supposed to be twins.. Separated at birth. I came here from Hydlaa in search of him, yet all I've found is a strain of.. Disturbing rumors' she says with a drooping expression
Rigwyn says: Rumors ? There are many folks around here who cast lies instead of wielding weapons. The tongue at times can be sharper than then finest of swords.
Rigwyn says: I tend to be a bit skeptical about hearsay. What sort of rumors have you heard ? From whom ?
Jaida seems pleased with Rigwyn's smart answer 'You are right, horrid lies.. I heard from Dr. Forita that he had attacked a few people a while back, her highness Lolitra Purrty seemed to second his claim..' she thinks for a moment before exclaiming 'Yet his fiance Mellas, spoke of him as a good man.. A hunter, who's skill was unmatched'
Rigwyn says: I've never met this doctor Forita but I do know of Lolitra. She claims to be royal or something get there are clearly no monarchies in Yliakum. What is a kingdom without a castle or a kingdom for that matter ?
Rigwyn says: I would be skeptical about the claims of such a person.
Jaida nods softly at Rigwyn's comment 'Yet she is very kind of heart, but indeed you are right.' she fidgets her amulet before shooting him a playful smile 'You really brightened my day.. My failed search has got me down. More so than I would admit'
Rigwyn smiles at Jaida "Jaida, you know when someone is telling you the truth when you can feel it . here.. in your heart"
Rigwyn smiles reassuringly holding his hand upon his heart "Do you understand this truth ?"
Jaida places her hand over her own heart as she nods in agreement 'I do..' she says as her ebon eyes glistens in the light of the azure sun
Rigwyn laces his fingers together showing her how they fit perfectly "This is truth. It just fits"
Rigwyn says: Your brother must be a good man. I can feel it in my heart. It must be so.
Rigwyn says: It just fits.
Rigwyn smiles at Jaida admiringly
Jaida takes a deep breath as she listens intently to his kind words 'Thank you.. I'm sure he is' she gives him a sultry look as she adds 'Much like yourself'
Jaida looks down at her feet as a slight blush can be seen upon her cheeks 'I'm sorry.. I'm not used to the company of a man' she says with a shy smile on her lips
Rigwyn smiles wider in return, "I do know of Mellas. She has a heart of gold and an uncanny innate goodness about here. You can believe what she says"
Rigwyn looks down and then back at Jaida's eyes almost hypnotized. He smiles while thinking of what to say but his mind is blank.
Jaida seems reassured as she takes Rigwyn's words to heart 'Aye.. My brother must have done well for himself, having such a woman by his side'
Rigwyn nods in agreement "Yes, indeed. I have a very good feeling about her."
Jaida meets Rigwyn's gaze sharing his state of mind. She reaches out with her hand placing it softly on his cheek, trailing her fingers over his scar as if asking how he got it.
Rigwyn turns his face slightly as if to hide his scar but then tuns back "A mad man did that. He claimed to be a Laanx priest of all things. "
Rigwyn says: I have lost all respect for Laanx over the years. It seems that Laanx is a little too harsh for my liking.
Jaida withdraws her hand as he turns his face, weary that he might be uncomfortable by her touching him 'I'm sorry to hear that..' she thinks over his words for a while before answering 'You are still that sweet boy from long ago to me, laanx and your scar does not matter'
Jaida recoils ever so slightly at her own blasphemy
Rigwyn chuckles "Yes, still ole rig. Just a few more teeth and a scar or two."
Rigwyn says: I suppose scars can be healed over time .. At least, I hope.
Jaida clasps her hands together again, seemingly overjoyed by Rigwy's company 'I know they do, be it by time or the good in life' she admires Rigwyn's armor for a minute before asking 'What do you do for a living?'
Rigwyn smiles as he finally notices Jaida's gaze. "Well, I er eh .. " Rigwyn look down "Im not very successful Im afraid. " He looks back up and says "I do odd jobs when they come. Sometimes I mine, sometimes a make deliveries'"
Rigwyn says: In my spare time I like to spar in the arena. This might sound silly but I think he helps me to deal with feeling .. powerless.
Jaida tilts his head as she gives him a reassuring smile 'Succession is not measured by the nobility of ones job.' she lets her hands wander up her own chest 'Powerless?' she says softly
Rigwyn watches Jaida's hands as they move closer and closer. His heart beats a little faster.
Rigwyn nods regaining eye contact "Silly I suppose. Sometimes feelings dont make sense"
Jaida smiles coyly at Rigwyn's expression 'You don't look powerless to me' she adds before moving a little closer, watching his armor glisten in the sunlight. She carefully embraces him in a hug 'Feelings don't have to make sense' she whispers as she closes her eyes, leaning against him with her arms wrapped around his waist
Rigwyn wraps his arms around Jaida hesitantly at first and then gives a gentle squeeze. His eyes look about as if he feels nothing though his thoughts are consumed with Jaida "Feelings .. yes. Feeling can be quite strange at times"
Rigwyn inhales taking note of her fragrant hair, her soft and gentle touch.
Jaida looks up at Rigwyn as she parts her lips hesitantly 'how does this make you feel?' she asks nervously, not knowing how her conduct might be interpreted
Rigwyn smiles and gazes into Jaida's eyes. Unable to feel connected he lies "Warm, gentle, very very special"
Rigwyn says: Im very glad that we ran into each other. Perhaps this is fate ?
Jaida smiles warmly at his comment. She leans in a little closer, brushing her lips against his for a second 'Fate..' she whispers as she closes her eyes
Rigwyn looks at Jaida's face, her eyes. Seeing her lips he takes the opportunity to connect passionately. Though his appetite is peaked by her beauty his heart is hollow as if empty or perhaps missing something.
Jaida tastes Rigwyn's lips as they collide with hers. Never having been kissed before she feels her heart skip a beat. She leans back searching his eyes 'Fate..' she repeats softly
Rigwyn pulls back slowly with a satisfied smile as a thought pulls his attention away "Fate"
Rigwyn says: If it wasn't for that day by the braziers .. and all that followed. I wonder. Would we be ,,
Rigwyn says: Well..
Jaida places her soft hand on his cheek again 'You seem thoughtful, what are you thinking?' she asks warmly
Rigwyn says: I wonder.
Rigwyn says: Perhaps that was just a spot on the apple. Just a small part of a much larger picture.
Jaida squeezes Rigwyn slightly as she speaks softly 'Maybe so.. But this is now. And nothing matters more than the present' she slowly lets go of him before giggling softly 'All I know is that you made me very happy today'
Rigwyn sighs happily lifting his hands to touch Jaida's. "I hope to see you again. You too made me .. very happy"
Rigwyn chuckles at his own awkward choice of words and then steps back "I have a job that I need to take care of. Till next time .. "
Jaida giggles again as their hands entwine 'If you want to find me I will be around Hydlaa. And please, do keep an eye out for my brother'
Rigwyn nods, "I will Jaida. I will. Take care"
Jaida steps back and heads in the direction of the temple, looking over her shoulder from time to time
Rigwyn takes a few steps back letting go with his hands but not his eyes .He then turns and jogs away.
A warm, loving feeling filled Jaida as she entered the temple. Having grown up with the kran she had little experience of consorting with men, yet the way Rigwyn looked at her made her feel very special. She sat down in the very bench she had met him years ago with a permanent smile on her lips. Her day was brightened, and the hopeless feeling that had weighed her down before vanished. Jacula was still nowhere to be found, yet her thoughts was only with Rigwyn in that moment. When would she see him again?
[Big thanks to Jacula for reviewing this text. I would also like to thank Lolitra, Dr.Forita, Mellas Garosan and Rigwyn for the great rp ::) I couldn't include all the logs since that would be all to much. Can't wait to see how this will develop!]
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[ I can't believe I am missing this! X-/ I hope to be able to play soon. Great writeup and great rp!]
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"Jacula's Way"
Jacula had sought himself to the tavern as had grown to be quite the habit of late. Well there a unexpected string of events occurred. (http://www.hydlaaplaza.com/smf/index.php?topic=36274.15) Having indulged himself in a excessive amount of fyran liquor and other questionable soothing he found himself staggering up to his room, suddenly two men which he had earlier had an argument with grabbed hold of him. hauling him up the stairs before laying him down in a bed. The two blurred figures discussed something to do with laanx before placing a sword in his hand. Heavily intoxicated Jacula drew the conclusion that he was being attacked, thus he waited for the right opportunity before acting in what he believed to be self defense.
"Jacula suddenly grabbed the handle of the sword as he stabbed it towards Giroum, believing himself attacked, still barely conscious. Giroum's eyes widened in shock as the blade slipped between his ribs, the tip protruding from his back. He mouthed words but could not give them voice before slipping to the floor, dead.
“Noo!” cried Vilthis, surging Jacula`s body with dark magic..."
Under the impression that he was being attacked Jacula burrowed the sword deep into one of his assailants. The sound of tempered steel piercing the flesh and bone of another by his hand had grown increasingly familiar. A sound he wouldn't mistake be it smothered or muzzled by the crash of blades or cries of battle. His vision had grown blurred from the dark smog that had weakened him. The hollow thud of the assailant's body as it slipped to the ground could be heard over the noise of screeching cacophony that soon consumed the room. His muscles tightened as the dark magic slowly crawled up his spine. The entropic tendrils which held him in place soon tightened around his wrists and ankles. The torturous illusion the magic brought to Jacula's mind grew increasingly unbearable whilst Vilthis control over his predicament grew to be definite.
Yet the rattling tension that had claimed Jacula's body suddenly stopped, the tendrils that has kept him in place returning to the necrotic hand from which they had been spawned. Vilthis had escaped the scene and Jacula found himself slipping to the ground as he tried to stand. Malign rage burned within his heart as he crawled over the floor, only to find that the second assailant was nowhere to be found. Hours passed before he regained his composure, deciding to remain in hiding for the night where he would ponder about the man with the entropic hand.
The otherwise soothing serenity of the temple held little promise of relief to Jaculas troubled mind. trailed his fingers over the mystic metal of the altar, a few days ago he had found himself standing at the very same place. Severing his own finger in a deal sealed in blood. The red spectacle had hunted him for the last few months, he had earlier been approached in the tavern by one of their members. The seemingly fragile fenki had followed him into the sewers where her faith had been made clear.
He was perplexed about how well she seemed to know him, yet as all devoted to the temple the whisper speaks to those who are worthy.
She imparted him that he was hunted and to the blackflames gain they decided to make a deal rather than breed hostility in the temple. So it was that Jacula severed his own finger to seal their agreement in blood, allowing the fenki to claim the reward of his bounty. In return he was schooled in those who sought to end his life and the one who held the contract, Marqsaynt.
The diaboli was easily found in the local tavern, suspicious eyes darting to Jacula as he approached him. Marqsaynt's traits spoke of a person hardened by a life shrouded in crime and sin. Yet his leadership of the red spectacle seemed to had rendered him without caution, his uncompromising demeanor never wavering as Jacula demanded his contract to be ripped, and thus having to bounty on his head removed. Enraged by his decline Jacula swore to make him regret his arrogant decision, whereas Marqsaynt met his pledge with a promise to expose him. A dreadful storm plagued Hydlaa that night, serving as a omen of future endeavors.
Having gained a enemy Jacula wasted no time in planning his demise.
He withdrew his fingers from the mystic metal, realizing he had to gain a greater insight. He left the temple cloaked in shadow, arriving at jayose library as the first rays of the azure sun seeped through the land.
He had sought himself there in search of an old acquaintance. Lori Tryllyn would appear harmless to the untrained eye. Yet deemed unlikely by her fragile exterior she held a vast knowledge of the criminal underworld. To Jacula's dismay she had never heard of Marqsaynt, leaving him on square one without any information to work with. As he exited the library he encountered a face he had not seen for some time, the rough cut diaboli and Jacula had a rich past. Both attracted to the same faith and acquaintances.
Rigwyn looked at Jacula as he nearly passed him, He stopped and looked again. "Hey, I got some eh .. info. You might want to hear this." Jacula tapped the side of his nose two times and started walking, knowing that Rigwyn would recognize the gesture. He made his way into the east Hydlaa square in a seemingly careless fashion, the thuds of Rigwyn's steps could be heard close behind. He took out a heavy looking key from the inside of his robe as they found themselves standing before a large door in a building who stood as a annex to the square.
Jacula opened the door which made a screeching sound as it was pried open. He gestures up the stairs and climbed them slowly, the fragile wood creaking under his and Rigwyn's combined weight. "Someone has been asking questions about you." the diaboli said flatly.
Jacula scratched his unkempt beard and tilted his head as theory's began to haunt his mind 'Who might that be?' Rigwyn seemed as untouched as always as he replied "A Ynnwn. She looked like she was about you age.. and hot .. smoking hot." he looked around weary of eavesdroppers "She claims to be your twin sister .. Can you believe this? " Jacula laughed vaguely as he seemed to admire the stump remaining of his ring finger which had been severed earlier 'I've heard this before.. And she has my attention' he gave Rigwyn a strange look, unsure of his interest in Jaida 'You have consorted with this.. Woman?'
Rigwyn did not flinch for a second, Jacula had found himself pondering the Diaboli's demeanor before, having thought back he had never displayed any sign of anxiety or fear 'Yeah, well all this asking around that she's doing aint good. She's not hearing a lot of nice things so I had to eh .. redirect her. The loyalty Rigwyn had shown Jacula both in past and present had left the Ynnwn tolerating sarcasm and other clever puns he usually despised "She needed to be reassured that you are indeed the decent person that you are." Rigwyn said before adding
"I Tried to enlighten her a little about some of the vicious liars in this town who go around looking to smear reputations." Jacula noticed a smudge of blood on the pelt adorning his robe, staring at for a moment before he let his gaze set on Rigwyn, as if the world around him seized to exist. A state of focus which had grown increasingly common 'Thank you.. Brother. You honor me with your loyalty' he said, closely observing his reaction to his praise. Yet to his dismay there was no reaction to be had. Jacula let his gaze wander before it transfixed on Rigwyn's prosthetic fingers, contemplating what to do with his own severed stump 'Are you.. Fond of this woman?' he asked through gritted teeth in search of a reaction.
"Yeah.. not a problem.. Fond of her eh? " he answered with a seemingly sincere grin "I knew her when I was a kid. Met her one day in the Laanx temple."
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"Yeah.. not a problem.. Fond of her eh? " he answered with a seemingly sincere grin "I knew her when I was a kid. Met her one day in the Laanx temple."
Jacula widened his eyes slightly, the magic shimmer that resided within transcending into a ebon glow 'Interesting.. And she claims to share my name.' he said thoughtfully before adding "What would you deem her intentions to be?" for all Jacula knew she might be a simple imposter, longing to end his life as much as the red spectacle. "She appears to be genuinely concerned about you, however that too could be a trick." Rigwyn said "I would say test her." Jacula gestures for him to continue his trail of thought as he pondered over his words. "If she is an assassin .. and learns that you are eh .. *gone* then she probably would not care much. If she really is your sister then her reaction might be grief or depression." Jacula cupped his chin in his hand as he fidgeted his beard 'I trust your judgment.. And the attention that surrounds my name has grown to be a plight. Which makes not getting noticed vital' he contemplated for a minute before he exclaimed 'Would you administer such a test?' Rigwyn nodded followed by a devilish grin "I sure could."
Jacula knew that Rigwyn had always followed through on previous jobs, making his offer one not to be denied. With a slight nod he confirmed his idea, yet Rigwyn's violent nature sprung to mind shortly after "She'll be tested carefully." the diaboli exclaimed interrupting his trail of thought. "Don't worry. We'll get to the bottom of this."
Jacula walked up to Rigwyn and placed his hand on his shoulder in a encouraging way 'I know you will brother' Rigwyn slapped Jacula on the shoulder "Any time.."
Knowing the matter of his alleged sister was in good hands Jacula could return to his contemplation regarding Marqsaynt and his goons. Malign feelings clouded his mind as he visualized the arrogant Diaboli choking to death on his contract, yet as his thoughts trailed off to his beloved he knew that the red spectacle might use her to get to him and thus such deeds might put her in jeopardy. With difficulty he restrained himself, knowing that his patience would reward itself in the end.
Days passed and Jacula kept a low profile, having learned from past experience that battle is best thought with deception rather then unnecessary violence.
The crystal shone bright as he walked the streets of Hydlaa, keeping an eye out for less reputable characters that might teach him more about his new found enemy.
A small groffel came running over the plazaa, tugging at the side of his boot. Jacula reached down lifting the animal by the neck, noticing how it had a note neatly strapped to it's collar. He removed the note sending the little creature on it's way with a nudge of his foot.
"Come to the Gazebo, there is someone I want you to meet - Rigwyn"
Jacula crinckled the note in his hand, being sure to toss it into the furnace by the nearby smithy. Light on his feet he made his way to the gazebo where he was met by Rigwyn, a unknown fenki and a person of small stature cloaked in a familiar white robe.
"And this is the other one?" A fenki said as Jacula walked up to the gazebo only to find that Mellas had been called there as well, recognizing the white cloak she wore he changed into a rather defensive demeanor. He turned to Rigwyn who had summoned him and nodded slightly as if to indicate respect 'Rigwyn..' he said flatly, The Diaboli returned the nod to Jacula before observing the couple "I'de like you two to meet Aces" the fenki looked Jacula up and down, "You worth fifty thousand, eh?" (http://www.hydlaaplaza.com/smf/index.php?topic=36380.0) she said in a joke full way, hardly amused Jacula put his hands behind his back in a determined posture as his eyes snapped to the fenki. Staring at her as if the world around them slowly seized to exist. "She's eh .. a very well respected member of the family." Rigwyn exclaimed before adding "You two have met?" The fenki matched Jacula's glare, but shook her head at Rigwyn`s question. Mellas turned around having noticed a presence behind her, she beamed as she realized who it was. 'Hey there love,' she said warmly. 'Got a note too, did you?' Jacula replied the fenki spitefully 'The worth of my services surpasses that.. Rather insulting amount' the fenki grinned, "I should hope so. Welcome to the family. Both of you." Mellas looked a bit confused from one to the other, then nodded at the fenkis words. 'Thank you.' in turn Jacula ripped his gaze off the fenki before putting an arm around Mellas waist answering her only with a slight nod of acknowledgment. "My name is Kaisa, though if we`re on a job I expect to be called Aces. Got it?" the fenki said in a seemingly sharp tone. Mellas slided her own arm around Jacula. 'Aye, Kaisa. I understand,' she replied met by a nod from Kaisa "So...what do we call you two? Beauty and the Beast?"
Jacula squinted vaguely as his eyes darted between Rigwyn and Kaisa. They soon settled on the fenki given her exclaim 'Understood, yet the nature of jobs to be had is still lost on me' he said followed by a false smile given her pun. Rigwyn looked at Jacula for a moment "I did mention jobs when we originally spoke. Things have been slow lately. he said before being interrupted "If you have the time now, we can try something. But seriously, names...?" Kaisa said as if growing impatient. Mellas raised her eyebrows, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the tension between Jacula and Kaisa. She made a mental note to ask him about that later on.
"We have been short on Intel. People to keep an eye on the marketplace, merchants, and eh .. those with wealth." Rigwyn said to break the tension, Jacula remained rather defensive being as Mellas was present. He looked up at Rigwyn again as he contemplated over his words 'What do i call you when it is job related.. brother?' he asked before glancing at Mellas, taking note of her behavior in the tense situation. Mellas smiled, a bit encouraged by Rigwyn's words 'Sounds more like my area, Dermathil is a very wealthy klyros. He sells books for great prices.' Rigwyn raises his hand and and looked at it answering Jacula's question with a crude laugh "How about stumpy ?" Mellas didn't seem to be very amused, Jacula looked down at his severed finger before making a gesture towards Rigwyn's prosthetic ones with a cold expression. "That`s one thing you might have to get used to in the family. Limbs and digits come and go." Kaisa said in a seemingly rehearsed way. "I know a menki who can help you with that" Rigwyn said as he looked back at Jacula before turning his attention to Kaisa "The menki with many belts .. seen em lately? " Mellas's eyes widened at the sight of Jacula's severed finger, leaning over to take a hold of his hand, examining the poorly healed stump. 'Good gracious!!' she exclaimed. 'Jac, what on Yliakum happened!?'
"No, actually." Kaisa answered Rigwyn. Jacula looked to her again as the shimmer in his eyes grew brighter 'Forgive my.. Weariness *Aces*. My trust and respect towards others is a mutual mindset.' He said as he noticed how Mellas glared at the fenki. Kaisa met Jacula's gaze with a warmer smile, "No problem. Cautious is better than stupid and dead." Jacula took a step into the gazebo as he looked over his shoulder at Mellas which followed him inside'A mere accident Melamin, nothing to worry about' he ensured her before cupping his chin in his hand seeming to ponder 'Although, there is a question that I need answered before we proceed with the formalities' Kaisa raised her eyebrows at his words whereas Mellas leaned against the railing. Crossing her arms as she kept her gaze on Jacula's severed finger, grumbling something under her breath. Jacula clenched his hands together as he approached Kaisa with a seemingly friendly demeanor 'I'll gladly resolve any problems that plights the family, however.. In exchange I ask for protection, not only for myself but for Mellas as well. Can this humble request be met by the family?' he inquired before being answered by a nod "The family protects it`s own...so long as you don`t bring too much heat down on yourselves or the family itself. The more you do for the family, the more valuable you are...and the keener I`ll be to protect my investment." Kaisa said in answer to his question.
Mellas looked up at Jacula as her expression softened. With a warm smile she moved over to entwine their hands, whispering a small healing spell for good measure to sooth the pain in his stump remaining of his finger. The fragile boards creaked under his weight as Jacula extended his left hand for Kaisa to shake as if in agreement. He turned his head to Mellas giving her a affectionate look 'What do you say.. Melamin?' he let his massive hand close around Kaisa's, shaking it a few times before withdrawing his own. Mellas replied to his question with a simple nod, waiting until Jacula and Kaisa shook hands before she extended her own. 'I'm sure we can be of use for the family,' she said reassuringly, yet beneath her calm demeanor there was a slight tone of uncertainty in her voice.
In return Jacula was sure that the family could be of use to him. He set out along with Kaisa ready to complete any job (http://www.hydlaaplaza.com/smf/index.php?topic=36766.0) put in his way, in return receiving the protection for both himself and Mellas which he so surely needed. And so it was that Mellas and Jacula joined the outlaws, becoming part of the organized criminal underworld. To Jacula the agreement was only a tactical advantage and a way to shield himself from his pursuers. Yet given Mellas goodhearted nature he wondered if she would be able to handle the pressure that would come with fulfilling their end of the agreement.
Many questions remained, could Rigwyn discover Jaida's true intentions? and would Marqsaynt succeed in his pledge to uncover Jacula?
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Darkness and Light
A warm, loving feeling filled Jaida as she entered the temple. Having grown up with the kran she had little experience of consorting with men, yet the way Rigwyn looked at her made her feel very special. She sat down in the very bench she had met him years ago with a permanent smile on her lips. Her day was brightened, and the hopeless feeling that had weighed her down before vanished. Jacula was still nowhere to be found, yet her thoughts was only with Rigwyn in that moment. When would she see him again?
Days had passed since Rigwyn had spoken with Jaida. He hoped to find her in order to learn a bit more about her intentions. Sure enough he caught a glimpse of her outside the Laanx temple - and at a quiet time of day too. How convenient. He greeted her and then two began to converse. Jaida leaned up against the massive steel structure as she watched the little Kikiri nearby. She then looked up to find Rigwyn standing before her. Her lips parting in a joyfilled smile 'Rigwyn, how are you?'
Jaida moved up to Rigwyn and gave him a nervous hug as she blushed slightly, having trouble conducting herself courtly in his presence. Rigwyn looked at Jaida and smiled forgetting about his troubles. He reached out and returned the hug. "Oh, I think I'm doing just fine now. How are you?" Jaida squeezed him joyfully as he returned the hug 'I'm still searching.. But no luck' she said followed by a deep sigh. She then rested her cheek against Rigwyn's chest and closed her eyes for a bit. Rigwyn began to speak but was surprised at Jaida's affection. "Ah.. yes. For your twin brother. I'm sure you'll find him." He then placed his hand on her back patting it softly while looking into the distance somewhat unsure what to think.
Jaida looked back at Rigwyn, searching his eyes 'Have you heard anything?' she said with a glimpse of hope in her eyes, soothed by his gesture. Returning Jaida's gaze, Rigwyn shook his head left and right a little "No, I'm afraid I haven't. How about you ? Have you heard anything new about him ? Any information that might help to identify him perhaps - or that might give us an idea of where to look ?" Her search having left her in a hopeless mindset, Jaida leaned back against Rigwyn's chest, 'No.. I fear that I will never find him' she said with a sorrow-filled expression 'Apparently he has many tattoos and resides here in Hydlaa, but he remains nowhere to be found.. I fret the worst' she added softly
"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure he's ok. You said that he was Mellas's fiancee. Did Mellas appear to be worried about him ?" Rigwyn asked as he looked around. "You said tattoos ? " Jaida shook her head vaguely as she continued to lean against him 'She seemed reluctant to share information with me.. She told me that she would impart him of my search.. but I have received no word' she looked back at Rigwyn with a single tear running down her cheek 'Yes, many of them'
"A Ynnwn, with tattoos" Rigwyn said, "I do recall seeing someone like that but - no - this could not be your brother. His eyes were unlike yours. Though he did bear somewhat of a resemblance." Jaida seemed surprised as her eyes widened 'Resemblance?' she looked into the ground for a moment 'Who is this man?' Rigwyn waved dismissively "Bah, its not him. This guy had very dark ebon eyes. He was tall, strong. Don't worry, we'll find this brother of yours."
Jaida took a deep breath as she trembled somewhat 'But.. Who was this man?' she looked around before her gaze focused in on Rigwyn again 'It sounds like the man Mellas described.' Rigwyn laughed, "Not sure who he was but I don't think it matters. He was taken down just outside of the city by a band of thieves. They robbed him, violated him, and then poisoned him. His body never vanished, so I assume he's a goner. I heard the guy's name was Jock or perhaps it was Jack ? No worries.. surely its not your brother."
Jaida looked shocked at Rigwyn's words, she trembled slightly as she slowly walked over to the steel structure, sitting down against it with a horrified expression on her face 'What if..' she said before her voice trailed off. Jaida dug her nails into the soft soil with a grimace 'What if it was him?' she said seemingly about to break into tears. She looked up at Rigwyn as tears flowed freely down her cheeks 'Are you sure?' she stuttered with an upset tone of voice. "Well, I suppose its possible that it could have been him. Let me see .." Rigwyn said. Jaida clenched her hands together with a hope-filled look in her tear-filled eyes. Having grown to be a emotional wreck of late.
"Was your brother a believer in Laanx too ?" Rigwyn asked. Jaida shruddered "I don't know.. But if one where to believe the wicked rumors his deeds may have angered Laanx..' her voice trailed of again as she pondered over the unforgiving god she worships. "Well, this fellow apparently was screaming for help while he was being stabbed and beaten - he was shouting for someone named "Mel". I take it Mel must have been a guard or perhaps a co worker." Rigwyn said. He waited patiently and watched her carefully for a reaction.
Jaida gasped for air at Rigwyn's words as she broke into tears again. 'Mel.. That's Mellas' nickname..' could be heard through her sobs. "Oh and his face !" Rigwyn said, "I hear he had tattoos on his face.. Dark ones. Mellas ? M - Oh dear - You don't suppose ?" Jaida made a slight nodding motion as she continued to cry uncontrollably 'Oh no.. Jacula.. '
Rigwyn kneeled down and placed his hand upon Jaida's shoulder as if to comfort her. Looking closely at her face to see if her tears were real or if she was faking it he said, "There there. I wouldn't assume that it was him so quickly. Perhaps we should check with Mellas and see if she has seen him in the last few days. That would help to prove whether or not this fellow was him eh ?" Jaida shivered visibly, the soothing touch of Rigwyn seemingly comforting her 'I.. I suppose' she said as her sobs grew softer, seeming to be honestly devastated. Rigwyn looked away for a moment and then back at Jaida "If it is your brother then I eh - I'm sorry for your loss." Jaida looked down into her lap without answering, crushed by the possibility of Jacula's demise, tears continuously ran down her cheeks as she exclaimed 'I.. I need to pray for him'
Awkwardly, Rigwyn pat Jaida on her back somewhat uncertain as what to do. "Praying should not help. This man was dead as dirt. His body never vanished. Better to move on. Life is lived better in the present than in the past." Jaida cried loudly, now seemingly convinced of Jacula's demise. She shuddered as she stood up, not knowing what to do 'I'll never see him.. I'll never see my brother..' she said with a crushed expression. Taking advantage of the moment Rigwyn exclaimed "Blasted Garosan and his band of thieves! I'll bet it was them!"
Jaida looked into the ground with a flustered stare 'Garosan.. But.. No, that cannot be!' Rigwyn nodded, "That self righteous clown in tin and his friends. They act like they are followers of Talad but they really aren't." At this Jaida broke into a outraged expression as she dried a few tears with her sleeve 'But he was so nice to me.. That.. That deceptive snake!' she exclaimed loudly. Rigwyn smiled and nodded slowly, "Yes, their powers of deception are beyond belief, but don't tell anyone that I said this. They are very protective about this secret. They will torture and murder anyone who knows it or leaks it."
Jaida stood and kicked the large steel structure in frustration 'We have to tell the guards, we have to bring them to justice.. My poor brother.. He's gone' she says before looking to Rigwyn with tear-filled eyes. Not wanting to involve guards in his con Rigwyn shook his head sideways "No no.. The guards will never believe you. They have the guards fooled too. I suspect that his friends and him are part of some sort of organization. I don't know how many of them there are .. but I suspect its more than one or two. The last thing we need is for them to claim that you are mad or something. You have no proof to go against their word."
Jaida seemed to grow increasingly angry, her fury matched by deplorable tears 'Laanx.. Give me strength' she exclaimed out of habit 'What.. What would you have me do then?' Rigwyn sighed and stepped towards Jaida moving his hand towards her shoulder in a consoling manner "I don't know. I suppose I would let it go. I'm not sure what could possibly be done." Jaida slouched forward, supported against his chest as her tears streamed down his armor 'It's not fair.. I came all this way.. It's not fair' she said under her breath while her sobs grew louder.
Rigwyn began to feel a spark of guilt - A feeling that he hadn't felt since childhood. He swallowed and continued "Bringing his fold down would be very dangerous. It would require information that only an insider could obtain. Just remember what him and his Talad worshiping gang did and never forget. This is what men of Talad do. " He then whispered "Its no wonder that Laanx became so bitter with Talad."
Jaida cried uncontrollably into Rigwyn's chest, her words lost in her loud sobs as she is completely convinced of Jacula's demise. Rigwyn pat and then rubbed Jaida on the back as her body shook in his arms. His eyes wandered out over the field as he searched his thoughts and tried to avoid feeling for Jaida. Jaida wrapped her arms around Rigwyn, unsure what to do next. As her sobs grew increasingly frequent she excused herself, not wanting him to see her in this state 'I.. Have.. To... Pray' could be heard through the sobs as she shivered visibly, taking a step back.
Rigwyn grasped Jaida's hand beckoning her to stay. She stopped in her tracks feeling Rigwyn grasp, then looked down covering her face with her sleeve in an attempt to hide her tears. "Laanx won't do anything for you that you cannot do for yourself." Rigwyn said, "Better to take a small action on your own accord than to spend a day in prayer. It makes no sense for me to say "Laanx, come do my bidding", rather it should be the other way around, No ?" Jaida entwined her fingers with Rigwyn's as she stared blindly into the ground, she nodded weakly in agreement with his claim. Tugging her a little Rigywn led Jaida away from the temple and towards the plaza "Come with me. Perhaps together we could find a way to investigate this further." Jaida nodded weakly before following his lead, drying the last of her tears. Rigwyn gave Jaida's hand a slight squeeze and then smiled as he started to head towards the fountain.
The sat by the fountain dangling their feet in the cool refreshing water. "I do have hope that we can bring justice to these horrible men" Rigwyn said, "We just need to be cautious and careful." Jaida sat down soaking her feet as well, leaning up against his shoulder before looking down at their reflection 'How ?' she said softly, having ran out of tears. Rigwyn held Jaida firmly and sighed, "Give me time to plan. Things like this take a very long time to plan and execute. In the meantime, if you learn anything about these ruffians, let me know. Most important, don't let anyone know what you know."
Jaida nodded at his words, having been fully convinced 'You are right.. I wont' she turned to Rigwyn with a deplorable look in her eyes 'Thank you.. You are a true..' she seems to chose her next words out of digression 'Friend..' Rigwyn smiled looking at Jaida, "Perhaps there is some good in all this. Sometimes you get a little good mixed in with the bad. It can be hard to overlook the bad parts." Jaida kept her head leaned against his shoulder 'I was naive to think that I would ever meet him' she said softly 'But you are right.. Meeting you after all these years was a blessing' she said in the same soft voice. "A blessing indeed Jaida. Give me time; we'll get to the bottom of all this." Jaida gave his shoulder a slight squeeze 'Thank you.. I will do whatever it takes' she exclaimed sadly.
Seeing an opportunity to exploit her given her vulnerable state Rigwyn attempted to plant a few seeds in Jaida's mind. Words of truth, but used to steer her awry from her faith. A little now, perhaps some more later.
"When all seems dark and gloomy
When you feel like the gods have abandoned you
Like they left you in the dark all alone
When you feel no joy; when you see no light at the end of the tunnel
That is when you see the clearest.
At those times your mind if free of all illusions.
At those times you see things for what they really are
Oh, dark night of truth"
Jaida took Rigwyn's words to heart, knowing that she could fight through this hardship with him by her side. She leaned up giving him a kiss on the cheek as she listens to him.
"Light is only seen when something gets in the way,
When its obstructed by something."
Rigwyn leaned against Jaida lightly looking into the pool thoughtfully. She watched Rigwyn's reflection in the water 'Is there something troubling you?' she asked caringly. "No Jaida, I only wish I could help you more. Time will fix things." Jaida squeezed Rigwyn's hand in an affectionate way 'You are helping me.. Don't worry, I won't tell a soul about what you said' she says softly before looking up at the massive statue of Laanx.
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"A Matter Of Faith"
"The red spectacle had hunted Jacula for the last few months, he had earlier been approached in the tavern by one of their members. The seemingly fragile fenki had followed him into the sewers where her faith had been made clear."
Nightfall was upon Yliakum, Jacula wandered the wretched streets where he had grown into the man he was. The poorly laid cobblestone shifted under his weight as the last rays of the azure sun where smothered in darkness.
The once familiar alleyways had grown to be but a grim memory, it's twisted shadows haunting him with every step. Jacula thought back on his life and the many life's he had ruined for his own gain. The blackflame had wiped his conscience clear, his guilt plucked from his mind. Yet a trait of past still resided within him, a voice whispering of his ill deeds and horrific acts causing a disgust against himself. Jacula shrugged it off at the sight of the fenki which had imparted him on Marqsaynt's hunt, having pondered her alignment he decided to test her. He approached with the intent of ensnaring her in a vicious mind game.
Jacula moves up behind Thidin with heavy steps
Thidin turns around but doesn't say anything
Jacula looks around for a moment as if lacking focus, his gaze slowly returning to the fenki before him 'It seems like we have a problem' he says in a surly voice
Thidin raises a brow "Oh?"
Jacula clenches his gauntled fist, having grown used to the stump remaining of his left ring finger 'Your.. Friend Marqsaynt refused to rip up my contract' he answers bluntly
Thidin rolls here eyes ""And I don't have my money either. (http://www.hydlaaplaza.com/smf/index.php?topic=36380.0) I wonder whos fault that is"
A hint of sarcasm in her words tingled Jacula's new found fascination of violence. How he despised such notions. Yet given supposed alignment he restrained himself with great effort contemplating over the game he was to play before starting his act.
Jacula looks around again, his eyes slowly rolling back into his skull before his gaze snaps to Thidin 'Are you.. Attached to this man?'
Jacula shakes his head slightly as if dizzy, trying to remain in a imposing posture
Thidin narrows her eyes "Something wrong?"
Jacula looks down at his closed fist as if slowly drifting away from the present 'He swore to.. Dishonor my good name. In return I pledged that he would dine upon his insides, and that of his loved ones' he studies Thidin's expression carefully as he tilts his head at her
Thidin pauses a moment, her facial expression not changing, then says "Good luck"
Thidin think for a moment "Actually...."
Thidin sighs "Might want to keep him around."
Jacula breaks out in a rather understanding expression, his demeanor changing to a modest one 'I'd hate to breed hostility within us' he pauses for a minute at her exclaim before adding 'Laanx be.. praised'
Thidin waves him off "He is nothing to me. But, he is protecting Mellas."
Jacula shrugs as if disgusted by a sudden taste on his tongue 'Protecting in what way?' he says spitefully
Thidin pulls out a dagger and tosses it to Jacula, hoping he'll prick himself, "With this dagger."
Jacula looks down at the dagger as it lands awkwardly in his hand, he looks up at Thidin with a vague shimmer in his eyes 'Explain' he says flatly
Thidin nods "I had a contract to fulfill and when he found out, he hired Mellas to protect him. Now, I very much do not like it when people get in the way. I wouldn't have killed her though, because I don't go killing people I don't have to, but Marqsaynt gave me another option."
Thidin motions for the dagger back.
Jacula turns the dagger around in his palm, handing her the dagger with the handle fist 'Go on.. More' he says seemingly more focused
Thidin nods grabbing the dagger "This Dagger was dipped in a poison that with just a small prick of the finger, can cause someone to be paralyzed for only five minutes. Simply, with a prick of the finger she would be out of my way and unharmed."
Jacula seems reluctant at the idea 'We do not hurt our own without good reason. Let me persuade her instead, I'm sure she will break the deal she made.. For mine and your benefit'
Thidin rolls her eyes "For her mostly. Oh and disguise the finger thing too. She isn't to happy about that."
Thidin crosses her arms "Now about that contract."
Jacula takes a step closer to Thidin leaning towards her taking in her scent in a way most would consider disturbing 'Go on.. More' he says with a surly tone
Thidin leans back "Umm, right.... well..." she backs up "I can't talk him out of it. He is suspecting thing about us the way it is now."
Jacula gets a twisted look in his eyes before gritting his teeth 'Suspecting what.. Exactly?'
Thidin shakes her head "I don't know. I denied ever being affiliated with you. Lets just say the finger thing didn't go over to well."
Jacula looks around before staring blindly at Thidin 'What do you put first.. Your faith, or your *relation* with this man?'
Jacula extends his gauntled hand towards her 'Then you know what fate must come to him if he was to.. Proceed in these misguided notions.' he looks down at his hand before his glare is transfixed on her 'I offer my.. Assistance and that of others if that where to be the case'
Thidin nods "Don't give him any more reason to think something. That includes attacking him. Attacking him mean there is something you are trying to hide."
Jacula withdraws his hand at her nod 'Should I look with mercy upon a man who has pledged to show me none?' he seems to contemplate over her words before looking through his brow at her 'I wield no sword nor single blade.. Patiently I rest within the shade, I am your thoughts I am your fear.. Within your head I calmly leer.. For when I strike deception I wield, and my attack will be a sight unseen. For all this time he will have been blind to see.. His every breath belongs to me' he says, reciting a lesson taught to him years ago.
Jacula shrugs at his own words before his gaze wander onto her again 'I will give him no such.. Ideas'
Thidin says: Right.... good.
Jacula seems consumed with malign intent as he exclaims 'He will have his eyes burned and his tongue cut from his mouth, wandering the wretched plains of that dark wench for eternity'
Thidin says: Are you sure you are okay?
Jacula has a strange fluctuation in his way of speaking as well as random changes to his demeanor
Thidin narrows her eyes
Jacula looks into the lush grass, his gaze wandering into the foliage of the trees before they set on Thidin, giving her a strange look 'I want you to make a pledge to me, which I will return onto you'
The trap was set, and the fenki's true intent was to be revealed. If she accepted his pledge as he affiliated it with blasphemy she would be exposed as a mere chunk of useless misguided cattle, leaving her a danger to consort with.
Thidin doesn't seem excited "Why?"
Jacula takes another step towards Thidin, his demeanor changing to a hostile one 'If in need of additional help with Marqsaynt, I will provide this service. If I am the one needing help in this matter, you will do the same' he exclaims imposingly
Thidin shakes her head "I don't need any help with him."
Jacula looks down at Thidin given their contrasting stature 'I don't think you understand.. I want to see him suffer' he adds carefully, as if ashamed to admit it
Thidin doesn't seem afraid "What has he done?"
Jacula smiles at Thidin's unflinching response 'He has brought plight to my mind.' he says as his lips part in a sneer like smile
Thidin says: And?
Jacula leans forward, positioning his head next to hers as he hisses in her ear 'It's a matter of faith.. have you not learned to trust me?'
Thidin goes to push him back, away from her.
Jacula remains in place from her push, given his superior weight. He looks puzzled at her as he changes his demeanor yet again, as if playing a mind game 'I'm sorry, i didn't mean to make you.. Uncomfortable' he says before adding 'Now, please accept my humble request'
Thidin uses a strict tone of voice "Listen. This war between you and him is -not- a matter of faith. It is a matter of stupidity. You seem to be losing your own faith if you think this is but I am not surprised. You put your faith below things."
Ferocity could be seen in her expression as she stood tall against Jacula's antics. There was no doubt in his mind that she served the whisper as loyally as himself. And thus his mindgame ended, for Thidin had passed his test.
Jacula nods as if agreeing with her. His posture straightens as his demeanor finally transcends into a serious one 'Just what I wanted to hear.' he says before adding 'Forgive my behavior.. There are many impostors about these days. i wish you luck in your task and given your sharp senses and uncompromising faith.. I am sure it wont be a problem'
Thidin narrows her eyes "How do I know you are true?"
Jacula parts his lips in a sincere smile 'Seek out one very close to you.. He will no doubt impart you that I am.'
Thidin looks confused
Jacula looks around himself with a focused gaze before his attention return to her 'Contemplate over my words.. Until we meet again'
Jacula turns his back as if to leave
Thidin narrows her eyes "What about Mellas."
Jacula looks over his shoulder 'Leave her to me. And cause her no harm' he gestures to her ring 'I'm sure you have the same wish for your beloved'
Thidin covers up her ring "Yes, but I meant with you. I know you brought her into the faith."
Jacula looks forward, his back fully turned against Thidin remaining quiet for a while before exclaiming 'Does this.. bother you?'
Thidin steps in front of him "Where does she stand with you?"
Jacula is tempted to just walk through her, considering her question of a private nature. Yet out of a new found respect he halts himself 'We are engaged to be wed'
Thidin waves her hand "I could care less about that. But does she come before.... all?"
Jacula answers calmly 'Her talents has been of use so far. If you have a problem with that I suggest that you seek an audience with the master'
Jacula puts a finger to his chin in thought as he observes Thidin
Thidin shakes her head "The master does not need to know what he already knows."
Jacula removes his finger having pondered her concern 'Then *he* wills it. For I have received the rewards of my endeavor'
Jacula takes a step forward as if having the intent to leave 'Has you concern been soothed?'
Thidin smiles "Yes, but I doubt your's has."
Jacula returns her smile with one of his own 'Having seen your unwavering faith with my own eyes.. My concern has vanished'
Thidin nods "Farewell Jacula."
Jacula makes a slight gesture with his hand as he bows his head at her, as if to indicate respect 'Until we meet again..Thidin'
Night had consumed Hydlaa in darkness as he walked away from the scene, knowing that his dispute with Marqsaynt was to be resolved by a competent and unwavering devotee.
With weariness plucked from his mind he decided to head for the tavern waiting to receive word of Rigwyn's endeavors and his supposed sisters true intent.
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"True Intentions"
[The text that follows is extremely violent, skip this post if you do not approve]
"With weariness plucked from his mind he decided to head for the tavern waiting to receive word of Rigwyn's endeavors and his supposed sisters true intent.'
The thick and sweaty ambiance of the tavern filled Jaculas nostrils as he entered. The merry crowd around him raising their mugs high and clinking them together in what seemed like a celebration. Allelia had her work cut out for her as she quenched the crowd's thirst again and again. As the crowd huddled around him he was reminded of past endeavors which not even his customary drink of fyran liquor could soothe.
He made his way through the crowd and up the stairs. He passed by the narrow hallway to his right which led him to the balcony, a soft breeze caressed his cheek as he filled his lungs in a deep breath of fresh air.
A gloomy mist rode low over the filthy streets as Jacula leaned over the railing, humming a tune taught to him by the beggars who once called the very streets their home.
The mist below soon succumbed to the heavy steps of a Diaboli who had sought himself to the tavern as well.
Rigwyn twitches slightly as he picks up on a familiar voice
Rigwyn looks at Jacula attempting to make eye contact
Jacula stands leaned over the railing, looking down on Rigwyn with an unwavering gaze
A slight gesture of the hand could be seen by the Diaboli below as if indicating Jacula to follow him. Light on his feet he made his way down the stairs and out into the mist ridden streets to find Rigwyn standing leaned against a nearby wall.
Rigwyn looks at Jacula and then nods again whispering "follow me"
Jacula leans back casually against the wall of the building before following
The combined thuds of their steps echoed as Rigwyn led Jacula through the streets onto the green yard next to the temple where a handful of majestic trees loomed from the lush grass.
Rigwyn looks around cautiously
Jacula looks into the lush grass before his eyes snap to Rigwyn
Rigwyn says: Got some news about the one who says she's your twin.
Jacula puts his hands behind his back in a focused posture 'go on'
Rigwyn says: I tested her the other day. I described someone who looked like you and had a similar sounding name. I didnt want to let on that I knew you.
Jacula puts a finger to his chin in thought 'And her intentions?'
Rigwyn says: I told her your were beaten to death and permanently dead.
Jacula breaks out in a twisted smile at Rigwyn's words
Jacula brushes some dirt from the outskirts of Hydlaa from his unkempt beard 'What do you deem her intentions to be?'
Rigwyn says thoughtfully, "Well, I think she is sincere. She was clearly devastated when I said you were permanently dead"
Rigwyn says: I do need to tell you a few more things ..
Rigwyn says: I said that er eh .. Garosan, a follower of Talad was behind this.
Jacula seems focused as he listens 'Garosan.. I remember'
Garosan jumps down from a nearby ledge trying to land quietly
Rigwyn says: I said that he and his friends were very talented liars. They they had influence and were trying to smear innocent individuals with their lies.
Rigwyn says: I did what I could to convince here that he is an enemy. She appeared to be convinced.
The ylian sneaked closer to the two, the intentions of his spying unknown as he attempted to hide behind a nearby tree. Yet little does he realize that he is standing in the Diaboli's line of sight.
Rigwyn catches a glimmer to the right
Rigwyn says: Who goes there?
Garosan remains silent
Jacula clenches his fist having grown used to the severed stump remaining of his finger, he turns as Rigwyn's appears to have spotted someone
Rigwyn points at a tree "I saw someone duck behind that tree !"
Jacula looks over his shoulder at Rigwyn making a slight gesture towards the tree as he reaches for his serrated blade
Rigwyn's eyes widen upon seeing Garosan
Garosan hand moves for his claymore
Jacula points his sword against Garosan's throat 'don't move.. I'd hate to slip'
Rigwyn grabs a Bear's sword and a crafted sword.
Jacula tilts his head as he observes the strangely familiar Ylian
Garosan looks side to side at the two figures
Rigwyn says: Look what we have here ! A spyin tin man !
Jacula presses the serrated blade gently against Garosan's throat 'Drop your weapons, we don't want things to get ugly'
Jacula motions to Garosan with his hand trying to persuade him to drop his claymore
Rigwyn prepares his right sword for an epic swing "Better listen !"
Garosan chuckles carefully "You sure you want me to do that?"
Jacula turns the blade, the serrated edge brushing against the underside of his jaw given his smug comment
Rigwyn inches in as he prepares eagerly
Jacula exclaims spitefully 'Let's resolve this as gentlemen, shall we?'
Garosan says: Ah, presumably yes. If you would just let me kneel down I'd be happy to oblige.
Rigwyn laughs "So you can pray to Talad for a miracle ? "
Jacula looks to Rigwyn giving him a slight nod 'Kneel, and drop your weapon. In return I will do the same'
Garosan keeps a steady voice "If that keeps me from having to impale you again the yes."
Rigwyn swallows remembering that last time that happened.
Garosan flips the pommel of his blade up and carefully kneels down
Jacula points the tip of his sword against his throat 'Your sword' he exclaims imposingly
Rigwyn waits impatiently watching Garosan drop his sword. A puzzled look forms on his face.
Jacula looks to Rigwyn for a split second giving him a hardly noticeable nod as if to indicate what should be done
Garosan stays kneels slightly "Now you would remove that blade from my throat please."
Jacula quickly removes his sword before he retrieves the heavy claymore, throwing it away in a random direction
Rigwyn swings his sword at Garosan's neck fiercely attempting to cleave it off.
Garosan drops to the ground completely to evade the swing blade
Rigwyn's sword embeds itself in the tree just above Garosan's head.
Jacula takes a step back turning his sword in the palm of his hand before stabbing it downwards right before Garosan's face, missing him by an inch.
Garosan deftly moves his head to the side while trying to trip Jacula with his feet
Rigwyn lets go of his sword and sheathes the other.
Jacula tilts his head at the Ylian 'What did you hear?' he says with scorn filled look caught off guard as Garosans feet trips him, he reaches out with his arm to break the fall
Garosan chuckles "Unfortunately nothing" as he tries to grab the sword stuck in the tree with his plate mail gauntlet
Jacula lands with a heavy thud, his arm breaking his fall before standing up with a grunt given his weight. He aims a kick towards Garosan's face as he reaches for Rigwyns sword
Rigwyn unsheathes his sword and swings at downward at Garosan's head attempting to slice it open.
Garosan lets go of the sword in the tree and uses his arms to help absorb the impact
Jacula frowns as his kick misses it target, his foot slamming into Garosan's armored chest. He tries to dig his gauntled fingers into Garosan's eyes after regaining his balance
Rigwyn pulls his sword back and prepares to lunge
Garosan kicks at Jacula's hand "Hey I need those"
Rigwyn lunges his sword at Garosan's right ear attempting to thrust it through his head.
Garosan tilts his head forward
Jacula growls as his fingers are kicked, leaving them stiff and injured. He stabs his sword towards Garosan's face as he tilts forward.
Rigwyn draws his sword back attempting to drag it against Garosan's neck.
Garosan tries to drop his torso to the ground before he is hit
Jacula seems to get some sick pleasure out of the sight of his serrated blade cutting Garosan's cheek open, just missing his face.
Rigwyn raises his sword over his head with two hands and the point aimed at Garosan's back as he prepared to pin him to the ground.
Garosan tries to roll to the side to avoid being impaled
Rigwyn plunges his sword downward with an angry growl
Jacula tries to stomp Garosan's face to keep his in his predicament as he successfully avoids Rigwyn's sword with a roll.
Garosan grunts as he gets a boot in the side of the face
Jacula puts his whole weight behind his boot, trying to injure Garosan's skull as he presses down on the side of his face
Garosan swings his right fist somewhat blindly as the pressure on his skull begins to increase.
Jacula widens his eyes as Garosan's fist slams into the side of his armored thigh, he begins to stomp his head savagely with the intent of hurting him severely
Garosan kicks his right leg upward as he tries not to have his head stomped
Jacula manages to stomp Garosan's face twice, hurting his jaw in the process. He is kicked back as Garosan's foot connects with his stomach
Jacula seems frustrated and thus he dives towards Garosan, with the intent of landing on top of him.
Garosan holds up both feet in the air trying to push Jacula back with them
Jacula feels Garosan's leg's bend under his superior weight. He pins him down ending up on top of him, aiming a punch at his jaw with his reinforced gauntlets to worsen the injury
Garosan tries to grab the fist with one hand while taking a swing of his own with the other
Jacula squints as Garosans fist slams into his cheek. As his punch connects he feels bones break under his reinforced gauntlets, pummeling him savagely rendered dizzy by the ylians punch.
Garosan swings his armored fist again as the punches begin to hit less often
Jacula endures his returned strikes as they grow lesser. Garosan's face begins to go bloody from the vicious pummeling, the splatter soon covering them both.
Jacula begins to bleed out of his mouth as one of Garosan's strikes knocks out one of his teeth.
Garosan's vision starts to turn red and begins to blur as he reaches for the tooth
Jacula notices how Garosan's movement turns feeble, he pants from the repeated strikes. He raises his fist with the intent of putting all his force behind a final blow against garosan's bloodied face
Rigwyn having found an opening raises his sword over his head and rushes for Garosan swinging downward at the crown of his head.
Jacula withdraws his fist and stands up swiftly as Rigwyn's sword passes him
Rigwyn screams as he puts his weight into the blow
The mightly blow connected with the ylian's head, the sound of the tempered steel almost cleaving it in two stung Jacula's ears in a unusual way.
Garosan's vision turns black as he fades away
Jacula's focus is consumed by the morbid scene, he looks down at his bloodied fists with a disturbing grin on his face
Jacula looks into his hands as if fascinated by the blood they are soaked in, he trembles visibly at the sight
Rigwyn stands up and looks at Jacula while wiping his bloody sword against his own leg. He reaches down and picks a small piece of grey meat of his leg and then flicks it away.
Rigwyn says: Oh .. yeah. I told Jaida to watch out of this guy and his fold. Let er know that they are horrible deceitful folks who seek to smear innocent folks. I think she bought it.
Jacula turns his head to Rigwyn his malign urge having been satisfied. He stares blindly at him for a moment before exclaiming 'A job well done.. As always'
Rigwyn says: Is there anything else you would like to know about this Jaida ?
Jacula brings a trembling hand to his face, wiping some of the blood which spattered into his eyes away 'Do you think I should meet her?' he says as if considering his opinion
Rigwyn turns to Jacula with a confident nod "Yes, I think she's sincere though she does appear to be religious. She still wears a jade serpent bracelet. "
Rigwyn says: She seems to be a devout follower of Laanx. She spoke on several occasions about going to the temple to pray.
Jacula spits at his words as he looks spitefully to the temple 'That pack of abusive dogs..' he says as his voice trails off
Jacula looks down deep in contemplation 'Until we meet again.. Stumpy'
Jacula nods slightly to Rigwyn before escaping the scene
The blood on his hand's glistened as he swept an old tattered robe over himself. He tried to think back on the traits of the ylian before his face was pummeled into a bloody pulp by his fists, yet the latter sight seemed to push his other thoughts away. Jacula shrugged off the insisting feeling of enjoyment which filled him at the thought. He had acquired enough information to approach Jaida, now it was only the matter of finding her. Yet this endeavor was to be pondered thoroughly before taking place, or so he insisted. Would Jacula and Jaida finally meet after all these years?
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"Dreams Of Past"
“The blood on his hand's glistened as he swept an old tattered robe over himself. He tried to think back on the traits of the ylian before his face was pummeled into a bloody pulp by his fists, yet the latter sight seemed to push his other thoughts away. Jacula shrugged off the insisting feeling of enjoyment which filled him at the thought. He had acquired enough information to approach Jaida, now it was only the matter of finding her. Yet this endeavor was to be pondered thoroughly before taking place, or so he insisted. Would Jacula and Jaida finally meet after all these years?”
Jacula had decided to seek himself to the outskirts of Hydlaa where he had recently bought an old shack suitable for laying low. The dry wood creaked under his feet as he entered, observing what had come to be his sanctuary during the last few weeks. The shack itself had a simple design and had previously been used by a farmer who had used it as storage. He looked out the small glassless window to find the remains of shriveling hops on the field outside. Much like the shack itself the once carefully planted harvest had been reduced to a shriveled husk.
He sat down in a chair old chair which had been collecting dust for several weeks, leaning back as he took a deep sigh of relief. The blood on his hands had dried leaving a thin brown crust on his gauntlets. He carefully removed them from his swollen fists, placing them on a nearby table which stood in mid height on scrawny legs. His arms had grown to feel heavy as led after the brutal beating he had bestowed upon Garosan, his knuckles sore and flayed given the unpadded inside of his gauntlets. He leaned back into the chair placing his forearms on the wide armrests before closing his eyes. Soon enough his mind went blank and he drifted off into a troubled sleep, dreams of past slowly repeating themselves in his mind.
“She seems to be a devout follower of Laanx. She spoke on several occasions about going to the temple to pray.”
Three boys pressed themselves against the rough surface of a gigantic steel structure, watching as the wealthy devotees strutted into the temple for the customary Sunday service. The boys shivered in the cold air given their thin and ragged clothes. Starvation had plagued Hydlaa’s community of beggars for weeks, their scrawny frames and broken lips serving as a witness to their desperation. The followers soon gathered inside the temple, clad in exquisite clothes with pouches of circles resting in their belts. Their belly’s having grown fat by the backbreaking labor that plagued the working class.
The baronial flock soon clasped their hands in prayer leaving the small beggars a chance to enter the massive steel gates. The priests in the front spoke their heresy from the book of names, preaching for the masses with words such as struggle, repent and devotion.
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"The priests in the front spoke their heresy from the book of names"
Feeding their fattened minds with the means to justify their disgust and arrogance towards those of lesser birth and nobility. Jacula’s eyes widened as he spotted the collection plate which was passed through the flock, the vague clink of circles dropped onto the metal plate cutting through all other sounds that could be heard. The boy swallowed hard as he took a seat on an empty bench close to the exit, his two accomplices remaining close as they shook out of fear of what might happen if they were caught.
The intricate plate was swiftly passed down the rows of benches to an elderly menki who sat in front of Jacula. Slowly he lifted the plate which had been filled with nothing but circles, turning around to pass it along. His dull grey eyes widening at the sight of the scrawny ynnwn who ripped the plate out of his hands and ran with all his might.
The menki snarled loudly, the attention of the flock shifting from the sermon to the rows in the far back ‘Theif, stop him!’ he exclaimed loudly upon which one of the clergy initiates which had remained standing in the middle of the aisle darted after him.
The three boys ran as fast as their scrawny legs could carry them, careful not to drop the intricate plate Jacula had trouble keeping up with his accomplices. Panting heavily as starvation had taken its toll on him. Swift steps could be heard behind him, an enraged Xacha approaching with his cane raised high.
A loud crack could be heard as the cane smacked the back of the boy’s head, upon which he dropped the plate. The vague sounds of circles clinking against the ground could be heard as Jacula fell face first onto the filthy cobblestone, his ears ringing and his head pounding from the heavy blow.
Desperately he reached for the scattered circles on the ground, trying to stuff his pockets which as much as they could carry. But yet another lash of the cane to his back made him twist in agony forcing him to look up at the Xacha standing over him, raising his arms as if to protect himself.
Gartold sneered at the thief who laid helplessly before him, he pointed his cane directly at his face as he forcefully exclaimed ‘Laanx is a vengeful god child, your sin has angered him and he casts you out!’ Jacula was too afraid to answer, he crawled backwards on the cold stone surface. Tears rolling down his cheeks as the Xacha raised his cane again “this will teach you to fear the masked god!’
Jacula awoke with a scream, ripping the armrests out of the chair sockets breaking them into splinters. He gasped for air as cold sweat rushed down his brow, realizing it was only a dream. He placed his face in the bloodied palms of his hands as he regained his breath, slouching forward where he sat. A strange sensation came to him as a tear sought its way down his poorly shaved cheek. Enraged he stood up, his sorrow soon transcending into a violent outburst as he grabbed the chair before slamming it into the wall. He looked down at the wooden debris scattered over the dusty floor as he defiantly dried his tear. ‘Laanx and his pack of dogs be damned!’ he exclaimed furiously. In his mind there was no excuse for Jaida to devote herself to such faith.
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I love the excellent writing of this story, great storytelling skills and use of descriptions.
The insights into a character's past makes this an all the more immersive experience.
Keep up all the great work, guys! This is a jewel of an RP! \\o//
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Enraged he stood up, his sorrow soon transcending into a violent outburst as he grabbed the chair before slamming it into the wall. He looked down at the wooden debris scattered over the dusty floor as he defiantly dried his tear. ‘Laanx and his pack of dogs be damned!’ he exclaimed furiously. In his mind there was no excuse for Jaida to devote herself to such faith.
[ When I read this I wanted to jump out of my seat and cheer Jacula on "Drag her down !", "Drag Her Down !"
Then I came to and realized I was sitting on a silent but crowded train full of ordinary commuters - Heh heh - that
would have been awkward. ]
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[ Thanks for the kind comments, and in return I must compliment all of those who has contributed to the RP so far. I feel as if a lot of creative energy has come from this event and it has inspired me for future endeavors. I am aware that the PS community is going through a rough time right now. But I say let's all pitch in and try to involve as many people as we can, Especially those new to the game. I often hear how role playing was better in the good old days, but in my mind there is no reason why we cannot enter another golden era. Keep up the excellent work guys, you inspire me to keep on going :thumbup: ]
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The Decision
Shangshi had been walking round Hydlaa as he always did, proudly and without fear, his head was racing with what he knew of the alliances and deals being made and broken by the criminals hiding in the shadows in Hydlaa. He wandered towards Harnquist, and stopped as he saw Zalloh, the crazy wench mother of Rigwyn. At their last meeting he had imparted some of the unpleasant truths of her son, and had resulted in her throwing a candle stick at him. Nobody does anything like that to him, without something coming back to them. But there had been something other than that which had struck him. Something about her that would make her perfect for something that had been evolving for years, if only he could put his finger on it he felt sure he would succeed. From the time of Xeonart, before Jacula had first raised his head above the din making a name for himself he had been working towards this and the more he pondered on in the more he felt sure she would be the one. But he want to be sure, so only time would tell. And so, he had looked for Zalloh from time to time and being in no rush, the inevitable cannot be avoided.
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Shangshi walked up and stood behind Zalloh “Hello again Zalloh, I hope your head has calmed.” She spun round quickly, surprised to hear her name, pondering she looked up him “You do look familiar.. Did we meet in Kada El's perhaps?”
Shangshi smiled “Yes, we did, I have the distinct memory of you throwing a candle stick at me.” Zalloh suddenly remembered and covered her mouth gasping “Oh! I’m so sorry about that! I was a little... upset that day.”
Shangshi scowled and ran a hand through his hair, thinking back, he had enjoyed the look on her face when he had told her. And he still owed Rigwyn for a little known incident outside of Hydlaa. “Well, if I had heard the same truths about a child of mine I imagine I may have been the same.”
Zalloh sulked and looked down as if embarrassed “Please understand. I was not quite myself that day. I... I hope your ok” and looked at Shangshi as if looking for forgiveness. Her face softens a little and her gaze moved from his eyes to his forehead. “Of course, I am fine. It was not the first thing I’ve had thrown at me.” She responded “I assure you sir, It will never happen again. How can I ever make up for this? Could I make you something? Perhaps a nice home cooked meal, or a handmade Xiosia figurine like the one I wear?”
Shangshi frowned, a slight hint of annoyance in his voice and raised his hand “No, thank you, and I’ll believe you when it doesn’t happen again. Have you managed to find that son of yours yet?”
Zalloh sighed and looked down “No, I fear that the rumours may be true. I’ve been told that I should stay away from him. That he is... trouble.”
Shangshi essentially ignored the apology and immediately began hitting out again at Zalloh. He nodded his head “I think that would be fair, I could imagine how someone like that may have resentments against their parents.” Zalloh raised her voice pointing a finger at Shangshi's nose “You listen to me young man! I did my best to raise him! I gave up everything just so he could have a home!” and then spitted on the ground “How dare you!”
Shangshi scoffed and shook his head “How dare I!!... I have seen your son, and it seems that the best you could do was worse than nothing...” Gasping Zalloh’s eyes went wide, her expression turned from shock to rage “You! I should put you over my knee and beat you with the wrath of Laanx!” She ran to Shangshi and pulled his left ear, his head was pulled to one side abruptly so brought his arm up to grabs hold of Zalloh's wrist to prevent her from pulling it off completely. “Laanx's wrath would not come down upon me, I have had nothing to do with him raising.”
Zalloh squinted hard at Shangshi “How dare you grab me like that! I’m at least twice your age, child! Let go of me immediately!” He tilted his head slightly “As you wish.” and pushed hard through Zalloh's arm to move her away “The audacity of your actions are quite beyond me. You should not take your problems out on me.” He slipped, he allowed the slightest of views behind the vale everyone sees as he looked at Zalloh “You might be wary and listen to me.”
Zalloh stumbled back a little as she lost her balance and stared at Shangshi. For a moment she was speech less. Shangshi quickly regained his composure and smiled “Perhaps you are right, I shouldn’t have, grabbed, you.” Zalloh then grasped her wrist and rubbed it lightly "What do you know about raising a child?"
Shangshi calmly ran a hand through his hair again “A fair bit more than you by the looks of it, I can’t name a single person mines supposed to have killed.” Zalloh inhaled making a loud gasp. Her eyes and mouth widen as she raises her right hand as she prepares to slap Shangshi. She swung at Shangshi 's face with a bitter, teary scowl. He turned his head slightly looking at the hand as it hits with a fiery sting that spread through his face. Zalloh followed through with the slap until her hand reached her left ear. She looks upward slightly as the sound resonates.
That was it. The devout blind less believe in another. The anger inside her fierce when released, this is what he was hoping to see.
Shangshi rubbed his cheek as he flexed his jaw, and glares over at Zalloh. “Does that make you feel better? Are you a good mother now?” Zalloh shook her head and beings to wait as Shangshi's words hit home, and as they do, without a word she runs off giving Shangshi a rather confused look.
Zalloh's mind was flooded with wild, untamed emotions. It was too much; she had to get away. She ran and then stopped. She turned and ran again not knowing where to go. Finally she found herself looking into the fountain in the centre of the plaza. She peered into the water only to see in it a confused, teary-eyed Dermorian staring right back at her. She gasped as she asked herself “Is that really me?”
Her moment of self reflection came to a halt as a lithe Nolthrir figure with blond hair appeared in the reflection. Her voice was familiar. It was the same woman that she had met at this very spot some time before. She had confided in Mellas about her son, Rigwyn, and was under the impression that he was doing rather well. Despite the contradiction between Mellas's account and the one that so many other folks had given her she chose to believe Mellas. One again, she reached out to Zalloh to see what was wrong and the two began to talk.
Shangshi smiled and shook his head as he watched Zalloh run off towards the fountain. A game of hide and seek? He thought to himself. He walked, in no particular rush to the fountain and as he reach the spot Zalloh had darted behind he heard "The rotten elf!" and then saw Zalloh point at him "He said I’m a bad mother!"
Looking, he was surprised to find that Mellas had somehow appeared from nowhere. She looked from one to the other and blinked. “Shangshi, why did you!?” she said as Zalloh began to lose her footing. Shangshi stopped, still rubbing his face a little glaring at Zalloh as she started to wave her arms. He said to Mellas “You do know who her son is don’t you?”
With a great splash Zalloh fell backwards into the fountain! Mellas quickly jumped in after Zalloh and tried to help her up. “It's alright, you aren't a bad mother, not at all.” And then nodded to Shangshi. “Gives you no right to judge!” she exclaimed. Spitting out a mouth full of water and looking around in shock Zalloh reached out in Mellas's direction and instinctively grabbed on to her. Mellas pulled Zalloh up by lifting her under the arms. “Easy there, it's going to be okay, just stay calm.”
Meanwhile Shangshi approached the fountain and leans towards it slight, placing a bent leg on the slope “I have a right to say what I think!” Mellas shook her head “You don't have the right to judge though!”
Zalloh managed to stand with Mellas' assistance. She looked at Shangshi but holds her tongue. Mellas kept her arms around Zalloh to give her the time to find her balance as she continued to berate Shangshi “So watch your words, Shangshi!”
Shangshi looks between them and spouts at Mellas “You know what he is like, you think someone like that just decides to be like that one day. No!” he shakes his head a little “It’s always been in him.”
Mellas glared at Shangshi. “What exactly do you mean?” while Zalloh nodded hesitantly and gulped while listening to Shangshi “What are you saying?”
“His, what seems to be pleasure, in gutting people? That is something that is driven into you.”
Mellas bit her lip and glanced at Zalloh before she replied softly. “Her son is doing well, he is learning and I have hopes.” Zalloh shook her head in a pleading manner “No! No! I followed my Husband's directions to the tee. He's a Laanx priest. He would know. Izalox is a very well respected priest!”
Shangshi clenched his jaw and took a few calming breaths “Then, it is your husband and yourself who are to blame.”
Mellas , assuming that Zalloh has regained her cool, let's her go, but holds her hand instead. “What does it matter who is to blame? What matters is what happens now.” Zalloh looked to her nodding "yes" and shaking her head sideways said “I didn't.. I.. It’s not my fault.”
Shangshi can’t believe what he is hearing at this point, is Mellas really that stupid and that gullible? From just a few lines of, no doubt, rehearsed rhetoric from Rigwyn has he managed to blind her from everything he is? Surely not he thinks..... unless. A new though interests him.
Shangshi let out a deep breath as he rubbed his hands together and linked is fingers in front of him. “Maybe your right Mellas, maybe what happens now is all that matters.” She then squeezed Zalloh's hand encouragingly and looks between the two. “Now, you've told me what happened, you did your best. Rig grew up into a big boy, but he wants to learn too...” and nodded slowly, thinking back to a time when she spoke with Rigwyn in the dungeons.
Zalloh asks asked her “Do you think I should report him to the authorities? Perhaps it would only be right for them to know of his actions and these accusations that I've been hearing?”
Mellas starts laughing. “You mean to report Shangshi?”
“No, Rigwyn.” Zalloh responded. And looked to Shangshi to see if he agreed “Do you think so too?“
Mellas looked a bit uncertain, but then brightened up. “No. Whether they're true or not, I doubt a jail will make him feel any better.” And then chuckles. “If what was said is true, which I doubt, then he'll just need lots of love. And really... no one ever gets enough love.” giving Zalloh a happy hug, she looked at Shangshi and tilted her head. “What do you think?”
Shangshi sighed, he was right, he had to be right. There can really only be one reason why she saying these things, either she is trying to be clever or is being really stupid, he would have to see which. He stepped back off the fountain and looked disbelievingly at Mellas “What!!.....Hang on... You’re crazy. -If- they are true or not is not the matter here.”
Zalloh looked over Mellas' shoulder at first but then warms up, squeezing back. “No, I think your right Mellas, I shouldn't give up on him yet” Mellas leaned back and searched Zalloh's eyes. “That's the way!” she said with a bright smile. “He rescued me once, you know?”
Zalloh said “He did? Oh! I knew he was special!” Mellas nodded once and pointed up at the ledge by the tavern. “I was wounded, and he came to me, healed me.”
Shangshi looked with disbelief at the lies Mellas was polluting Zalloh with, even more can’t believe how simply Zalloh’s temperament was changed, he could only put it down to the ‘unwavering love’ he had earlier labelled her with. So he just shook his head with a daft smile on his face.
Zalloh smiled brightly as she wiped her tears from her cheek with her wrist and said to Shangshi “No, it’s the truth. It feels like truth. It must be right! I knew he wasn't one of those fanatics that I've been told about.”
Mellas simply smiled contently. “Yes, no matter what others say, there is goodness within him.”
“Thank you so much!” Zalloh said looking back at Mellas and the reached out to give her a big hug. This took her a bit by surprise, but happily hugged her back. “No need to say thanks for the truth.” She then stepped back to help guide Zalloh with her, out of the cold water.
Shangshi resisted staring blankly at Mellas, there was something else going on with Mellas. He knew what it was, the Family had got their clawed hands into someone else ‘Good to know’ he thought to himself.
Zalloh let some of the water runoff her before looking back at Shangshi “See! It feels good and she agrees.. It has to be the truth. It just feels good.”
Shangshi's expression turned to one of resolve as another truth is revealed to him. “Of course it feels good to you. You are blind to all but that you wish to hear.” Mellas continued to fight beams at Zalloh and followed her gaze to Shangshi. “Whether you like it or not,” she teases. “It's true.”
Zalloh walked to Shangshi holding her hand towards his face as if to caress it “I'm so sorry! You really got me upset you know.” She then sniffled and smiled subtly. Mellas followed her, looking at the red spot on Shangshi's cheek.
Shangshi just stood and looked down at Zalloh's hand. Zalloh reached over and attempted to touch Shangshi's cheek. “Oh Xiosia, I left a mark. Please forgive me.” Shangshi looking down, decided to take her hand so gripped it firmly. "I'm glad that you are sure in your belief."
Mellas moved over and gave Shangshi a nudge. “I think you should keep your girlfriend in check, her gloominess is rubbing off on you.” she chuckles. He nodded “If that’s what you want Zalloh, you are, forgiven.”
“Xiosia must have sent you sir. Your such a patient young man.”
Shangshi groaned inside ‘Another reference to the goddess of the fence.’ The way things had turned on him infuriated him. He pondered how he could use it... Mellas smiled happily. “That's the Shangshi I know.” Zalloh continued “Goddess bless you.”
Shangshi's mind raced quickly and stopped as a though popped into his head. Looking to Mellas he smiles “She isn’t gloomy, at least not when I’m around.” He said in reference to his girlfriend.
Mellas laughed. “That's a relief, means there's hope for her too.”
Zalloh looks at Mellas and back at Shangshi "Woman trouble? Care to talk about it?" He shook his head "I've no woman troubles. At least not that any women I know tell me about."
"Man troubles?"
Mellas shrugged. “She's been doing the same things Rigwyn is said to have done, so I just hope they aren't true.”
Zalloh seemed to have left the conversation on her own little tangent at this point.
Zalloh looks Shangshi over “You don’t look like the type though..”
Mellas looks amused at Zalloh's comment and giggles.
Zalloh looked at Mellas and back at Shangshi “Oh goddess .. I’m sorry to hear that”
Shangshi looks between the two, still amazed by the swift turn of attitudes since Mellas' arrival. He frowned a little looking at back at Zalloh "Look the type for what?" Zalloh placed a hand on Shangshi's shoulder and smiles with an all accepting motherly smile “It’s quite ok dear. Some men... well, you know.." Zalloh winked “I won’t tell.”
Mellas didn’t quite seem to understand what Zalloh was talking about, but decided that she doesn't mind either.
Shangshi tried to correct Zalloh “I think you have the wrong impression Zalloh.”
Mellas looks from Zalloh to Shangshi and chuckled. “Well, both of you, just don't give up on anyone, 'kay? I'll be heading on to winch.”
Zalloh gave Shangshi's shoulder a firm squeeze “I understand.” Then says “Ok Mellas, see you again some time.”
Mellas turns and waved at the two. “Be safe alright, just send a groffel if you need me.”
Zalloh said “Hopefully under better circumstances. And I Will do.”
Shangshi shook his head a little as Mellas departs "Well, I think I should head off as well. I’m sure I will see you again Zalloh.” She replied “Ok, sir.... Hopefully we meet under better terms.” Zalloh looked at Shangshi awkwardly at first but then erases it with a smile and a wave "Goddess bless"
Shangshi ran his thumb over a ring he had under his gloved hand and smiled. Turning he slowly walked off.
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Yes, she would be the one....
[[ Thanks to Rigwyn for adding some personal touches to this post. And so you know "Some of these scenes have been created for Entertainment Purposes" (reworded and reordered for the ease of reading). ]]
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Melly snickers. Can't really believe this RP made it into a post. Mellas' behaviour here was partially based on my own extreme happiness. I wanted to hug the world! Actually, I still feel like that! *loves and hugs the world* xD
It's really great to have more of an inside on Shangshi's mind. Cunning with a capital 'C'. And it's interesting to see how he's analyzing characters and their reactions. I could tell you why Mellas did what she did, but that wouldn't give you the fun of finding out the truth, would it? ;) Back in the day Mell spent some time with Rig to figure out what was wrong and how she could help him, so it's nice to see some past RP's finding their way back in the game... and I wonder what Shangshi is up to with Zalloh? Hmm...
:detective:
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Back in the day Mell spent some time with Rig to figure out what was wrong and how she could help him
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[She seems to do a lot of that with other characters. ;D
Great write-ups Shanghai and Count Jacula. :thumbup:]
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Can't really believe this RP made it into a post............... but that wouldn't give you the fun of finding out the truth, would it? ;)
Then just for you Melly, the rest shall not. And what makes you think that i dont already know? :-X
[She seems to do a lot of that with other characters. ;D
Great write-ups Shanghai and Count Jacula. :thumbup:]
I'm not a city....... >:( :ban:
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[She seems to do a lot of that with other characters. ;D
Great write-ups Shanghai and Count Jacula. :thumbup:]
I'm not a city....... >:( :ban:
oh yes you are! :devil:
change of name! :ban:
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Dark Night Of Truth
Jaida swept another mug of cider and stared at one of the nearby paintings which depicted all levels of Yliakum. Rigwyn’s words still stung her heart as the gentle intoxication of the cider gently embraced her. She had been so foolish to think that she would ever see her brother. She couldn’t help to blame herself for what had happened, if she had not been so consumed with the new impressions of the city she might have found him before it was too late. She rose from her seat on unsteady legs as she fumbled for her last hexas to pay Allelia, before walking out into the empty street outside. She sighted deeply at the sight of the dull architecture that met her as she wandered down the path to the Plazaa. Wondering why the gods had played such a cruel trick on her. Not knowing what else to turn she sought herself to the iron temple, as she walked over the courtyard towards the temples gates a dark presence carried by the wind made itself know. She turned around to find the darkened path as empty as before, yet the uncomfortable feeling of someone following her remained.
Quickly she hurried inside the temple, greeted only by silence as she walked down the aisle. The desolated rows of benches had grown the feel smaller; the fact that she had outgrown the place where she had been educated brought a surreal feeling to her mind. She trailed off into a narrow corridor where a robust ladder could be found. She climbed it on unsteady legs and after a short walk she found herself standing before an orb of magic wonder, the fabled book of names floating within the illuminated azure surface.
(http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/5138/orb.jpg)
She kneeled down clasping her hands together instinctively praying for guidance in her predicament. Rigwyn had spoke of Garosan as member of a band of thieves, tears began to roll down her cheeks as she recalled how he said that they had stabbed and beaten her brother to death. She clasped her hands even harder as she bowed her head, praying for clarity in what had to be done. Rigwyn’s words came to mind again upon which she closed her tear-filled eyes.
“Better to take a small action on your own than to spend the day in prayer. It makes no sense for me to say Laanx, come do my bidding”
Jaida shivered where she sat, crossing her arms to warm herself. That vicious snake Garosan had seemed so helpful, ensnaring her in a sense of security as they had met in the tavern. Rigwyn had made her see clear in her mind, the hours she had kneeled before the temple’s relics wasted. A sudden movement cut through the silence or the room, a dark presence seeming to absorb the air as it approached her. Thick dark smog filled her lungs as where she sat, unable to move she gasped for air as she fell onto her back. Her muscles constricted, causing her to shake frantically on the cold ground. As her eyes began to close a blurred figure approached, placing a sealed note in her twitching hands before disappearing.
She awoke with a gasp, her face pressed gently against the intricate floor. Her grip tightened around the note as she slowly got to her feet, a searing headache tormenting her as she sat down at the base of the magic orb. She struggled to make out the daft handwriting, finding that the letter was marked with her name. She looked around weary of the assailant, yet the room had returned to its previous silent ambience. She tore the letter open with her fingernails, struggling to make out the vague lettering. Her eyes widened as the sentences came together, an uncomfortable feeling of anger filling her heart.
"The one who caused you all this pain
Can be found in Hydlaa’s outskirts
Search for a shack carved in ancient wood
To the southwest of those banished."
She swallowed hard as she read the letter over and over, her eyes widening as numerous theory’s came to mind, yet one in particular stood out from the others “Garosan.. You will pay for what you did to my brother” she whispered to herself. Rigwyn had warned her of the corrupt guards who operated in Hydlaa. Not wanting to get him into trouble she realized that she would have to go alone, his claims empowering her decision.
“The guards will never believe you. They have the guards fooled too. I suspect that his friends and him are part of some sort of organization. I don't know how many of them there are .. but I suspect its more than one or two. The last thing we need is for them to claim that you are mad or something. You have no proof to go against their word."
Haven taken his words to heart she knew what had to be done. Fueled by anger and the grave fate her brother had suffered she stood tall, beginning her journey to the outskirts. She hummed to herself, the wisdom that Rigwyn had spoke reminding itself as she made her way through the darkness of the night.
"When all seems dark and gloomy
When you feel like the gods have abandoned you
Like they left you in the dark all alone
When you feel no joy; when you see no light at the end of the tunnel
That is when you see the clearest.
At those times your mind if free of all illusions.
At those times you see things for what they really are”
“Oh, dark night of truth” she exclaimed at the sight of the shack, her anger peaked at the sight of light through the small window.
To be continued...
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"The Death Of Jacula"
[The material that follows might prove disturbing to some readers, disgression is adviced]
“Oh, dark night of truth” she exclaimed at the sight of the shack, her anger peaked at the sight of light through the small window.
Jacula had lit a fire which brought warmth to the icy ambience of the shack. He sat solemnly on an old hide which rested over the dusty boards which served as a floor. He watched idly as the flames licked the rusty iron grate which had been scorched beyond recognition. Now and then a spark would pop out of the burning wood and paper, landing on the cold floorboards before fading. Much like fire Jacula had burned those who sought to expose him, the evidence of his endeavors reduced to ash by the Blackflame itself. He looked down at his thick-skinned hands, his knuckles covered with cuts and bruises. His fingers adorned with exquisite rings which spoke of a life shrouded in wealth. Yet as he through the experiences of his life had learned, appearance is deceiving.
Jaida slowly approached the shack which stood supported by thick lumber pillars in all four corners, the wood visibly bleached by the surrounding wilderness. The darkness served as her cloak as she carefully sneaked up to the narrow window, slowly trailing her hands over the bleached wood in search of a reliable grip. She held her breath as she began to straighten up, her eyes peering through the narrow window. Her gaze focused in on a man sitting with his back turned, seemingly staring into the fire which illuminated the inside of the shack. His wide shoulders raised themselves before slowly falling as the man let out a vague grunt. Jaida was unable to identify him given the thick hood which rested upon his head, yet blinded by her theory she came to the conclusion that it had to be Garosan. As the sweat on her hands began to loosen her grip on the bleached wood she swiftly attempted to regain it, a sharp splinter dug into her finger causing a vague moan to escape her mouth in pain. Jacula awoke from his solemn state as an odd noise could be heard through the peaceful crackle of the fire. His eyes snapped to the barricaded door before wandering to the narrow window. He slowly rose to his feet and turned, the floorboards creaking under his weight as he approached the window with heavy steps. He gazed out into the wilderness which was clad in darkness of the peaceful night, pondering if his ears had simply played a trick on him.
Jaida crouched under the window, her eyes closed as she struggled to hold her breath. Her heart skipped a beat every time the man gazing out the window took a breath. His presence brought sheer terror to her mind as she suddenly began to shiver. The man remained standing by the window for what seemed like an eternity, her predicament started to grow unbearable as her knees slowly started to bend under her weight. With tears in her eyes she found herself begging to Laanx that she would remain unseen.
Jacula shrugged as the crisp night air finally brought calm to his senses. He turned and sought himself back to his previous state by the fire, his mind once again transcending into solemn thoughts. He contemplated over the situation of his alleged sister, wondering if it would be wise to contact her. Yet soon enough the little empathy he had left reminded itself, he would do nothing but destroy the hopes and dreams of this person. It would be for the best to leave her be.
Jaida slowly opened her eyes at the sound of creaking floorboards. Realizing that the man had returned to his previous position by the fire she pressed herself against the wall, reaching for a bottle of alcohol which she had brought with her in her satchel. Her fingers trembled as she unscrewed the cork before stuffing a filthy rag down the bottle. She remained pressed against the wall as tears slowly sought themselves down her cheeks, knowing the sin of the horrific crime she was about to commit. Yet the supposed death of her brother reminded itself, her sorrow transcending into anger as she rose to her feet. She swiftly lit the cloth before throwing the bottle onto the dry roof of the shack “This is for what you did to my brother!” she screamed from the bottom of her lungs before darting off into the wilderness, running as fast as her legs could carry her.
Jacula quickly rose from the hide on the floor given a loud scream. He darted towards the narrow window, catching a glimpse of a tall figure running towards the wilderness. The smell of smoke soon filled his nostrils as he looked up into the roof. Flames quickly spread in the dry wood, a burning substance seeping through the poor isolation onto the floor. He eyes watered in the thick smoke as he quickly made for the door which he had earlier barricaded, he panted heavily as he reached for the keys in his belt to open the various locks which sealed the door shut, yet the smoke soon blinded him. With a snarl he tried to kick the door down, but to no avail. The flames quickly spread over the floors scorching everything in their way, the temperature growing increasingly unbearable. He trailed his fingers over the burning walls in search of his axe, yet the given his panicked breathing the smoke soon brought him to his knees. He twitched frantically as the flames began to scorch his body, with a loud snap a supporting beam fell from the roof, pinning him against the floor. Struggling to breathe he screamed in agony as the vicious heat began to melt his skin, the flames feasting on his roasting flesh.
Jaida panted as she had reached the outline of trees which would lead her into the thick wilderness. She turned around met by an enormous cloud of black smoke which rose into the crystal. Suddenly a torturous roar rose from the burning shack, sending chills shooting up her spine. The birds which had sought themselves into the foliage above her scattered as if struck with fear, leaving no question of Garosan’s alleged agony. The scorched lumber pillars supporting the shack eventually fell. Leaving only a pile of burning debris. Jaida’s heart pounded wildly as she proceeded into the woods, knowing she had given her brother justice. Yet crushed by the despicable crime she had committed.
Jacula remained pinned under the beam, the air filled by the smell of burning flesh and sound of the vicious blaze reducing the shack to a pile of glowing debris. A single though crossed his mind as the pain forcefully embraced him, his will to survive. The beam was slowly reduced to a charred husk, his skin scorched beyond recognition. Blinded and about to be smothered by the thick smoke he reached for a glypth tucked into the pocket of his burning robe. With his last ounce of strength his disfigured lips uttered a spell, causing fierce winds to spread within the burning debris. The winds smothered the fire around him, stirring up the ash and scorched wood into the dark night. Lifting the charred beam from his chest. On burnt legs a man rose from the glowing remains of the shack, born of ash and bred by fire. Eyes glowed with magic fury, his face disfigured by the vicious flames. His very soul left in the scorched remains. A life had ended, for in the mind of the creature that rose from the fire. There was only darkness.
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"Master, why have you forsaken me?"
[This was a collaborative text written by me and Cavi]
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[[ ....... :o
Now that I didn't see comming, and i'm normally quite good at this sort of thing.
I pitty the fool who tries to burn Jacula to ashes, I do, I do.... :devil:]]
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WHAT!!?? *looks completely shocked*
Jaida made a very, very big mistake now... xD
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[ XD LOL ! Lies and deceit FTW ! ]
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[Beautifully done, Jaida. ;) *cant wait to see the look on her face when she spots an unharmed Garosan*
Great writeup Jac 'n Cav. \\o//]
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Nice going Jaida, Mog owes you a pint for that! ;D
Garosan, are you reading this? You're next sunshine :devil:
Oooh and what will the ever love blind Mellas have to say about some crazy sibling turning her Mr Perfect into a fried drumstick?
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"Scorched"
[The material that follows might prove disturbing to some readers, disgression is adviced]
“On burnt legs a man rose from the glowing remains of the shack, born of ash and bred by fire. Eyes glowed with magic fury, his face disfigured by the vicious flames. His very soul left in the scorched remains. A life had ended, for in the mind of the creature that rose from the fire. There was only darkness.”
The moist grass brought little soothing to Jacula’s scorched feet as he slowly staggered towards the thick wilderness. The distinct stench of burning flesh rose to the crystal along with the black smoke which exuded from the burning debris remaining of the shack. He trailed his fingers over his disfigured face, leaving only a mixture of soot and boiled blood on his fingertips. A searing pain plagued his scorched body; every step he took brought a torturous sting to his flayed feet. The painful contrast of the moist grass against his bare skin eventually brought him to his knees, his screeching panting growing exceedingly violent as his fingers dug into the hard soil. Jacula’s eyes wandered over his charred arms, his tattoos had been blurred into massive pulps of black ink by the searing flames.
Jaida ran as fast as she could, repeatedly tripping and struggling to regain her footing in the rough terrain. Consumed by her escape she didn’t notice how a branch ripped her jade amulet from her neck, leaving it dangling on a branch as she continued to run as fast as her legs could carry her, wanting to outrun the stench of burning flesh and the guilt of her crime.
Driven by the malign thirst for revenge Jacula began to crawl, the icy friction of the moist grass slowly grinding the away the sooty crust the fire had left on his skin. What seemed like an eternity passed before he reached the outline of trees which would lead one into the thick wilderness. His eyes glowed fiercely, like a pair of ebon jewels plucked from the bowels of the death realm. The terrain of the wilderness was paved with sticks and stones, proving an unbearable surface to crawl upon. After a few hundred yards the agony took charge, forcing him up against the bark of a nearby tree. His screeching gasps for air faded as he realized that he would not be able to find his assailant in this state. The wilderness was clad in darkness, the vague shimmer in his eyes growing weaker as he desperately looked around himself. The illuminated moss around him seemed to draw him in, as if tempting him to take his last breath and thus fall into an eternal slumber. His eyes snapped to a jade pendant which had been tangled into the nearby branches of the tree, its leather cord seemingly ripped from someone who had been in a hurry. Slowly he reached out to grab it, and as he brought it closer to his eyes he could see that it had been cut in the shape of a serpent. The insignia of the Laanx temple.
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"as he brought it closer to his eyes he could see that it had been cut in the shape of a serpent. The insignia of the Laanx temple."
He squeezed the pedant in the flayed palm of his hand, a screeching roar echoed through the wilderness. Striking fear in all of the creatures which resided within. A flash of crystal magic illuminated Jacula’s body, a spell with the sole purpose of rendering him able to bestow the same pain on his assailant.
Jaida’s ears perked up as another chill slowly crawled up her spine. The vicious roar which echoed through the rough terrain brought tears to her eyes. She picked up the pace weary of the beasts that resided within the wilderness, the guilt of her crime and the questions that remained consuming her mind. Who had followed her into the temple and left her the note that very night?
[This was a collaborative text written by me and Cavi]
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[Mogweh be warned of underestimating Garo. He will never die easily. Trust me he has a few new tricks up his armored sleeve.]
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"The Guilt Of Jaida"
Jaida’s ears perked up as another chill slowly crawled up her spine. The vicious roar which echoed through the rough terrain brought tears to her eyes. She picked up the pace weary of the beasts that resided within the wilderness, the guilt of her crime and the questions that remained consuming her mind. Who had followed her into the temple and left her the note that very night?
Jaida had made her way back to Hydlaa in the cover of darkness, her legs stung by the sharp brush and her knees sore from stumbling through the rough terrain of the wilderness. Her heart pounded heavily as she passed through the north gate. Weary of the statuesque posture of the guards that watched over the area. On unsteady legs she rushed past an approaching patrol, seeking herself into a nearby alley clad in shadows. She pressed herself against the sturdy stone wall before burrowing her face in her palms, crying her heart out given the unbearable guilt that haunted her. “Laanx.. What have I done?” she exclaimed in-between her sobs. Anger had guided her hand in her foul crime, the alleged death of her brother caused by Garosan having led her astray from her lawful ways. A guard suddenly passed by the alley, noticing the lowly sobs within.
Kaslim stopped in his tracks as his ears perked up, he sniffed the air exuding from the alley wearily, his fangs instinctively exposing themselves.
Jaidas eyes widened at the sight of a paw threading upon the filthy cobblestone which paved the alley. Hear heart nearly beating through her chest as a crafty menki clad in plate armor suddenly stood before her.
Kaslim tilted his head as he carefully sniffed the air around Jaida, he knitted his brow with concern as he extended his paw to help the ynnwn to her feet “Grennsholo inuinyba, can I give you help?”. Learning the common tongue had proved exceedingly difficult to Kaslim, having been born and bred in the Kore dsar of Ojaveda and recently stationed in Hydlaa as reinforcement to the city guard. Surprisingly the ynnwn showed reluctance to his gesture. “This is dangerous place during night” he insisted.
Jaida pressed herself harder against the sturdy wall, shunning the presence of the guard. Her breathing grew panicked as pearls of sweat formed on her brow. Unable to reason, unable to think knowing what fate she would suffer in the dreadful prison of Hydlaa she rose to her feet and simply ran.
Kaslim hissed as the ynnwn bumped into his armored shoulder before making off towards the plazaa. He simply shrugged at the antic, the ynnwn did not look like a typical criminal and thus he decided to continue his patrol. Jaida paced towards the plazaa, looking over her shoulder in the fear that she was being followed. The guilt had rendered her desperate, and she only knew one man who she trusted enough to help her.
"Denial"
“He squeezed the pedant in the flayed palm of his hand, a screeching roar echoed through the wilderness. Striking fear in all of the creatures which resided within. A flash of crystal magic illuminated Jacula’s body, a spell with the sole purpose of rendering him able to bestow the same pain on his assailant.”
Jacula wandered the desolate wilderness, every step sending an agonizing sting up his spine. The pain rushed back and forth in his body bringing a distinct feeling to his mind, a heightened sense of his surroundings. He reeked of soot and burning flesh, the strong winds that rocked the thick branches of the trees unable to dampen the stench. After hours of walking aimlessly he finally collapsed onto the ground, his eyes wandering back into his skull as he drifted off into denial.
The first rays of the azure sun broke through the foliage the trees. The warmth they brought slowly began to invigorate the wretched wilderness, the grinding sticks and stones on the ground smothered in grass soft as the finest of silk. The brilliant rays slowly wandered over the lush flora, the light seeming to gather in a nearby pond. On flayed feet Jacula approached the glistening water, kneeling on a soft spot of moss which could be found by the water’s edge. A gentle breeze seemed to simply sweep the stench of his charred body into the crystal, replacing it with the soft scent of the grass. He carefully looked down at his reflection, his teeth glinting in the brightest of white, his skin smooth and sparkling with vitality. He smiled brightly as his ebon eyes seemed to glisten in the clear water. The reflection suddenly faded before transcending into the face of his beloved. Mellas image soon became clear in the glistening water, there were several flowers resting in her blonde hair. She smiled lovingly at him as she reached out, as if wanting him to take her hand. He carefully extended his hand in return. Yet as his fingers touched the delicate surface the water suddenly turned clear, the small circles forming on the glistening surface quickly spreading to the edge of the pond. The lush flora around him shriveled, and the soft moss he sat kneeled upon crumbled into ashes. The warmth that the rays of the sun had brought transcended into a searing heat. The trees around him suddenly burst into vicious flames before embracing his body in a scorching blaze. The fire ate away at him, leaving a disfigured husk of his past self. As he looked down into pond a monstrous reflection appeared. Eyes glowing with chaotic energy, his skin scorched beyond recognition by the merciless heat.
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" Eyes glowing with chaotic energy, his skin scorched beyond recognition by the merciless heat."
Jacula awoke with a scream and found himself lying in a desolate glade, violent screeching gasps could be heard as he sat up straight and looked down at the state of his body. He was still holding the serpent pendant he had found, he squeezed it in the palm of his hand as he looked into the foliage of the trees, cold sweat rushing down his scorched brow. A screeching roar rose to the crystal and echoed through the wilderness. “I will find you.. You will feel my pain!”
[This was a collaborative text written by me and Cavi]
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[ I've said this before, but dang, that image really freaks me out! XD
Jaida what did you do!? He's going berserk xD ]
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[I might be able to sit back, relx and let evil destory its self!]
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I wish dearly that I could join in but Planeshift is still not working for me.. I hope to fix it soon and cause some havoc :devil:
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"Suspicion"
"Jacula awoke with a scream and found himself lying in a desolate glade, violent screeching gasps could be heard as he sat up straight and looked down at the state of his body. He was still holding the serpent pendant he had found, he squeezed it in the palm of his hand as he looked into the foliage of the trees, cold sweat rushing down his scorched brow. A screeching roar rose to the crystal and echoed through the wilderness. “I will find you.. You will feel my pain!”"
Hydlaa had a different feel to it as Jacula entered the north gate. A thick mist rode low over the streets, concealing the filth which laid as a thick crust upon the stone. Icy winds sought themselves through the thick fabric of his robe, bringing a uncomfortable feeling to his mind. The feeling remained as he waded through the sewers. Wild theory's spun around in his head. As he entered the temple the feeling worsened, the usually familiar ambiance seemingly altered. With a flick of his wrist he summoned a groffel and sent it on it's way with a note in it's mouth. He fell to his knees before the altar, searching his mind for a logical explanation for what had transpired.
The ragged groffel quickly paced through the sewers and made it's way to the surface. It searched Hydlaa frivolously, seemingly more concerned with the various scents of bread and freshly caught fish than the scent of the one who was to receive the note. A rough cut Diaboli could be seen making his way over the plazaa. The groffel sniffed the air around the man for a moment before dropping a note onto the ground. The letter was written in a poor, uneducated handwriting which stated 'Meet me where the whisper is host' the letter had been signed with a smudge of blood and reeked of something that had been badly burnt.
Rigwyn read the note and looked up into the crystal. He then brought the note to his lips and ate it, not wanting anyone to find it. "On the way" he thought to himself as he jumped into the saddle of his drifter.
upon entering the temple he found a cloaked man standing with his hands clasped behind his back, upon looking closer he realized that his hands had been horrifically burnt. Rigwyn swerved around on his drifter to get a better look at the man, he sniffed and wrinkled his nose as he took note of the strangers burned hands and foul stench.
Jacula turned to Rigwyn slowly. He observed him from the corner of his eye before he raised a hand, a small jade pendant laid visible in his flayed palm. He turned to Rigwyn completely and motioned him closer with a gesture of one of his scorched fingers.
Rigwyn looked Jacula's heavily burnt hand and decided to unmounted his drifter and step closer. "That charm you hold.." he said with a hint of suprise in his voice. He looked closer, curious of whom it had been aquired from "Where did you get that ..And who are you?"
Jacula tossed the serpent pendant to Rigwyn without uttering a word.
Rigwyn catched the pendant and looked at it closely, running his fingers along the contours of the serpent, "This is a Laanx charm. Surely your not one of them !?"
Jacula carefully removed his hood leaving his masked face exposed, he spoke in a disturbingly screeching voice. As if his vocal cords has been damaged by something 'I was known simply as Jacula'
Rigwyn looked at Jacula with an amazed expression. He walked around him as if not believing the change in his appearance.
Jacula removed the mask, exposing his dreadfully disfigured face. His eyes burning with sheer hatred.
Rigwyn asked numerous questions at once, seemingly confused from what he saw "What happened to you? And how to did you get this charm?. It looks just like Jaida's, he thought to himself.
Jacula smacked his disfigured lips before he let out a twisted snarl 'Who does this trinket belong to?'
Rigwyn answered flatly "It looks exactly like the one Jaida wore."
Jacula got a blank look in his eyes when Jaidas name was uttered. He fixed his gaze with the floor as he seemed to tremble with anger. Rigwyn brought the charm to his nose and inhaled deeply, examining the scent.
The diaboli seemed certain as he exclaimed 'This is hers. I'm very sure. It has a very fine aroma that I recall smelling.'
Jacula let a vile growl escape his scorched lips 'Where can I find this wench.. Where can I find my sister?' he seemed to shudder with rage as he trailed a few fingers over his charred chin.
Rigwyn manipulated the charm in his fingers before looking back at Jacula "The last time I saw her was when I told her that Garosan was causing a lot of trouble for innocent folks " Rigwyn continued "I haven't seen her since. But if I were lookin for her. I'de try lookin in front of the Laanx temple."
Jacula cupped his charred chin in the palm of his hand, looking Rigwyn up and down as his eyes filled with malevolence 'How did she now where to find me?'
He watched Rigwyns reaction closely for he only deemed three men capable of acquiring such information. Had Rigwyn been the one who had left her the note?
The diaboli seemed baffled "What ? I told her you were permanently dead." he seemed to ponder his his next words before adding "And I left her believin that for her own good." his eyes widened slightly as if having reached a realization "You not sayin she did this to you?"
Jacula raised his voice into a snarl which soon transcended into a roar 'Who told her where to find me!?' he took a step towards Rigwyn as he got an unstable look in his eyes, seemingly capable of chargeing the diaboli in anger.
Rigwyn glared at Jacula, clearly angered by his tone "I told ya I dont know!"
he growled before adding "How would I even know where ya were eh?"
Jacula scratched his chin as his eyes wandered over Rigwyn, his anger having rendered him to draw wild theory's. He calmed himself down slightly before hissing 'I want her to feel my pain'
"She did this to you?" Rigwyn asked in disbelief "If she did then she's one terrific liar. I was convinced that she was not an assassin" Rigwyn looked down for a moment and then back at Jacula again, angry with himself for having misjudged Jaida. Jacula began to take deep, screeching breaths 'She screamed.. "This is for what you did to my brother".. Who told her to find me.. Who has been watching me?' he said as he contemplated.
Rigwyn seemed angered of what he had been imparted on. "If I had any idea that she was an assassin I would a killed her and painted the laanx temple with her blood ! I swear !' he exclaimed viciously, seemingly weary of Jaculas suspicions.
Jacula let his eyes dart around the room before they slowly began to dig into Rigwyn's, seemingly unconvinced by his notions.
"I never told her to find you. I led her to believe that you were toast, permanently dead." he explained before adding "And nobody was around either! We talked out in an open field where i could see in every direction."
Jacula clenched his charred fists, the hint of honesty in Rigwyn explanation leading him to other theory's 'But who.. Nobody could have known.. Nobody can see.. Everything..' he voice trailed off at the last word as he slowly turned to the altar. He let out an disturbing screech from the bottom of his lungs 'Does this wench trust you?'
Rigwyn nodded eagerly as he responded "Yes, I get that impression. Heh heh .. In fact, I think she's into me" his lips parted in a devilish grin.
Jacula stared at Rigwyn with a malign glisten in his eyes 'Hurt her.. Break her heart.. Cause her suffering'
Rigwyn looked at Jacula while he squeezed the pendant in his hands. Small pieces of jade began to crumble to the floor "I swear on the whisper, she will pay dearly ... after a brief inquisition"
Jacula raised a finger and swirled it around in the air as a chaotic energy seemed to glow from his eyes 'But leave the pain to me.. I will make her feel what I have felt.. She will scream, and she will beg.. When I cut her tongue from her mouth and feed it to her' his voice soon trailed off into disturbing ramblings 'She will pay.. By the true god she will pay'
Rigwyn looked to the altar and then back at Jacula "Before we off her. It would be wise to find out how she knew of your whereabouts"
Jacula smacked his disfigured lips as he trailed his fingers over the destroyed surface of his chin 'She will talk, fret not brother.. She will talk'
Rigwyn answered simply "Im sure she will." he looked back at Jacula before adding "How did she do this to you ? Is she a red way mage or something? "
Jacula asked flatly, to bring ease to his mind 'Do you feel for this woman?' he stared consumed by anger on the intricate floor given his question 'She lit my shack on fire, I nearly burned to death'
Rigwyn answered coldly "No, I could care less about her."Jacula nodded solemnly, happy with his answer 'Good.. It seems that I have placed my faith with the right person' Rigwyn seemed driven by the task at hand before exclaiming
"May the whisper frighten Laanx from thy path." before departing.
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[And the hunt is on.. :devil:
Why couldn't the Blackflame just bake cookies and ride mystical ponies?
So much violence.
I love it ;D]
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[I might be able to sit back, relx and let evil destory its self!]
Like in the Brotherhood of Talad guildhouse?
Run and hide Garosan Ringe, run and hide :devil:
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*Garosan brandishes his Claymore* "Run? Why would I do that? I have a name to clear."
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I love the posts in this event, every one of them is so very exciting! :)
Why couldn't the Blackflame just bake cookies and ride mystical ponies?
So much violence.
Who says they don't? Leave it to Melly!
*bakes good and healthy cookies for the evil side*
Violence is just part of the recipe ;D
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Shangshi had just returned back from Ojaveda, a fruitful venture where he was sure he had come across Jacula playing one of his many games with a poor Ylian girl. Entering into the secret garden he stopped, standing in the shadow of effigy of Xiosia and knelt and gently picked a single snow bud. Standing with an apparent serene calmness, a gentle breeze disturbed his top knot and he smiled looking down at the twirling the flower in his fingers. A thought jumped into his head then ‘Should he have done something to help?’ a smirk pulls at that corner of his mouth as the thought is quickly thrown out.
A second sweeter breeze swirls rounds Shangshi. Closing his eyes he tilts his head back and breaths deeply.
A blemish on the beauty of the garden then suddenly appeared. A deplorable yulbar entered and sniffling at the air, clumsily made its way over to Shangshi. Tugging at his leg it tried to get Shangshi’s attention before dropping what could only just be called a note between his legs.
Frowning down at the little beast at his feet, he smiled inside to himself. Shangshi bent down and picked up the note and read it.
'Meet me where the whisper is host' the note is signed with a smudge of blood
Shangshi looked at the attempt of a signature and thought to himself ‘Good, been looking for you.’ Crumpling the note and flower in his hand, he conjured a blinding heat incinerating both items. Rubbing all the ashes together he then brushes his hand off, letting the ash be carried off by a stiff breeze. Taking one last breath, he left the garden.
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The putrid air rising out of the sewer opening felt like it tainted him as he breathed it in, but without hesitation he slid down the ladder and took the familiar bends and turns to reach his goal.
With a grind and heavy clank he entered the temple.
Silently walking through the temple towards the alter he waited in the shadows, watching the figure waiting for him before stepping shadows and simply saying “Yes?”
Jacula, who had been waiting for him slowly turned, sweeping his hood from his masked face and letting out a disturbing screech from between his lips “It seems as if we have a serpent slithering in the grass within our enclave.”
Shangshi observed Jacula carefully, taking nothing at face value and noting all the disfigurements he can see. He frowned as Jacula spoke, more annoyed by it than anything else “What made you come to that conclusion?” Wondering if it was him he was talking about, but willing to play the game.
Jacula’s hood fell to his shoulders, exposing his badly burnt ears. He smacks his disfigured lips as his malevolent eyes wandered over Shangshi “Information that is supposed to be secret made its way to a person not worthy.” He watched Shangshi’s reaction closely as a spiteful snarl fills the room “Do you know anything about this.... Brother?”
Shangshi rubbed the two palms of his hands together, then holding one palm up to catch his mask as it fell away. They knew who each other was, no need for the charade. “No, I don’t. Who are you talking about?” Did Jacula really consider betrayal from Shangshi? The thought lingered in his head as he added ‘fool’ to it and ran a hand though his hair looking at Jacula.
Jacula removed his mask in turn, revealing his disfigured face. His skin seemed to have been badly scorched, his features would strike horror into most. He stared at Shangshi for a moment, and took his tone as honest, seemingly convinced that he had nothing to do with it “I have suffered at the hands of my alleged sister.” He trailed his fingers over his disfigured lips as he squints “There was no way that she could know where I resided, someone must have informed her..... And I am certain this snake has treaded upon these very floors.”
Shangshi smiled ever so slightly as he sees the culmination of the damage done to Jacula’s face. Never one to be truly intimidated he stared calmly back at Jacula “I know who you talk of, Jaida, unless there is more than one.” he smirks a little “I have said but 10 words to her.”
Jacula gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with malign intent “Jaida will feel my pain. But it is not her that I am referring too. The snake in our midst must have sent her a message, this vermin goes by Mogweh. I am sure that he was looking to send me into Dakkru's cold embrace.” He then clenched his fist as the anger in his eyes grew clearer “This menki has plotted against his own. His vile tongue enlightening those who were meant to be misguided.”
Shangshi walked past Jacula, so that was the reason for asking him here, petty, simpleminded, tit for tat revenge, though he knew anything Jacula did would be worse than was done to him, smiling at the fact. Reaching the alter he placed his hand upon it tilting his head down. With his head tilted he smiled before raising it saying “Mogweh.... such a fool.”
Jacula placed his hands behind his back as he tilts his head given Shangshi’s notion, several screeching breaths escaping his disfigured lips.
Shangshi turned, facing Jacula “Did you not play your games with him, as you did with me?” a slight annoyance tints the words, he never liked being played.
Jacula answered flatly “The menki lacks the intelligence you posses. Seemingly delusional about what might get him exterminated.”
Shangshi narrowed his eyes slightly and snorted aggressively “What do you know of Mogweh and Mellas' relationship?”
Jacula spat on the floor at Shangshi’s comment about Mellas, as if the mere mention of it forced a foul taste to wash over his tongue, he then seems to spit the word back at him “Relationship!?”
Shangshi tilted his head back looking up at the light at the top of the temple as he released a deep breath, calming, control of one’s self he reminded himself. The presence of Jacula was seemingly a secondary consideration for him during these moments. Looking back to Jacula, a slight smile adorning his face “Yes, acquaintance, friends....”
Jacula watched Shangshi’s demeanour closely, a chaotic glow in his eyes growing brighter “Don't taunt me, for my patience is a rare trait given the circumstances.”
Shangshi nodded and eyed Jacula carefully “I was not taunting you. That would have no purpose. I believe Mellas' feelings are with you, as for Mogweh, well, they may lie with Mellas.”
Jacula lowered his head slightly, seemingly trembling with anger “What supports this notion of yours” he hissed through his teeth.
Shangshi waited a few moments before continuing with his explanation “I came across them both at the lake of stealth. Under rather... intimate... circumstances. Mogweh was rather cautious round me, but then he always seem to be. Mellas, seem embarrassed and perhaps a bit confused with how the situation occurred.” He paused again before continuing “They had a story concerning a Klyros attacking Mellas, but the whole thing seemed, empty, but perhaps not a complete lie.” He then stood back waiting for the reaction as he finished speaking.
Jacula’s eyes got a twisted look in them, he approached the altar with heavy steps. His demeanour violent and unstable, as if to snap at any second “Don't mince words with me, what exactly did you see?” he said in a disturbingly screeching voice.
Shangshi looked up at Jacula, thinking, so easy to enrage and said simply “They were both undressed, at least partially and under an Ulber hide at the lake shore.”
Jacula seemed to begin to tremble, his eyes fluttering before suddenly digging into Shangshi’s. His pupils darkening significantly as he began to breathe in a disturbingly frantic way.
Shangshi turned and stepped to the side of the alter, turning his head looking directly back at Jacula he ran a finger along the alter edge.
Jacula seemed to be consumed by anger, several veins visibly throbbing in his forehead as he turned to the altar, his screeching breathing growing more rapid. He closed his eyes, as if trying to contain himself. A vague snarl escaping his lips “Spread the word to the others. This snake will experience what punishment is brought onto those who is led blindly astray from the cabals interests”
Shangshi watched the visible build up of anger within Jacula “Those that I see who are fit to hear, will hear what they must. I will see what there is to see and will pass word of anything, interesting.” he paused for a moment pondering the offer he had searched to give to Jacula as he gently tapped the alter.
Jacula feared that he would no longer be able to control himself, he turned and walked away. The shadows seemingly teeming around him as he does “Master’s will be done” he exclaims violently, the echo bouncing around the room before slowly fading.
Shangshi watched as Jacula paced towards the temple exit. Stretching an arm out into the shadows of the temple he drew them in around him, until the alter was shrouded in darkness. He then decided he would show Jacula what true power was. The Shadows continued to fill the alter room, hiding everything in truth. He lowered his arm, and the shadows vanished, replaced with the dingy light that filled the room.
And with that he too left.
[[ Thanks to Jacula, this was small but fun :) And again so you know “Some of these scenes have been created for Entertainment Purposes” (reworded and reordered for the ease of reading, with some more insight added in places). ]]
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[I really enjoyed reading this Shangshi, a good insight into a terrible mind. To show how your char is inhabiting Jacula's world, also nicely done. Kind of makes Jacula look like a bit of a bumbling duffer.]
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[Hmm.. now there's a twist :) ]
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[Uh oh.. Jaida is in some deep trouble :surrender: Very nice writing and twists though!]
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Rigwyn tossed and turned in his sleep as a collage of images swept though his mind. The first was an image of large clear window with golden trim and small jade handles at its base. The golden trim glimmered as the light from the azure crystal struck it from above. He peered though it and begand to enjoy the sight of the bright azure sky. The pleasantness of the image was disturbed by putrid scent followed by a dark cloud that stole the window's glimmer as it blocked the light. Rigwyn looked at his hand and saw that he was holding a long thick staff. He swung his staff at the window smashing to pieces. The floor was littered with broken shards of glass, a broken and bent frame, and fragments of jade. Strangely as he looked up there was no stench and no dark cloud. He looked back down and noticed that his staff was no longer a staff, but rather a brown serpent with thick white stripe. It hissed and him and lunged at his arm exposing its sharp white fangs.
Tumbling with discomfort he rolled over and found a more comfortable position to lay in. A merry tune played in his head as a band of dwarven women danced in a field of tall grass. The field, while littered with flowers, was known to be full of snakes, but strangely dwarves did not seem to be concerned. One of them bent over and reached down with her chubby little hand to pick up a serpent which sat there in the grass and wiggled its little tongue at her. A dark shadow immediately covered her casting both her and the serpent into darkness. Within a second she was plucked from the ground by a great petrosaur which flew high in the sky as she screamed helplessly and kicked he stumpy little feet.
The dream faded out and Rigwyn found himself in a forest wandering slowly to the edge of a lake. It was rather quiet and tranquil outside with the exception of a few noisy but harmless creatures stirring in the background. He knelt at the edge of the lake and reached in for a palm full of water. As he leaned in he saw a hooded figure peer back at him instead of his own reflection. The inside of the crimson hood was pitch black and a green serpent with golden eyes slithered around the neck of the figure as it hissed and licked the air. He looked closer squinting his eyes as he tried to see inside the hood. The snake turned to face Rigwyn and froze up as if preparing to strike. The hooded figure whispered; his breath stunk of death. The name "Zalloh" seeped from his vile lips as his hood began to recede and the image of a male lemur's face began to become visible. Just as the features began to appear he felt himself sinking into the damp filthy soil. He looked down and noticed eight pairs of black shadowy arms grasping at his legs and pulling him down into the soil. A voice that had the qualities of a rivnak's neigh screamed and leaves began to fall from the trees above as the soil rose above his head and filled his mouth and nostrils.
Startled, he leaped from the ground where he laid. His heart pounding so hard he could here it. He grasped his own head with open palms over his ears as if to block out the images that flooded his head. Moments passed and the images faded. The sky was dark and the Diaboli reclined once more to drift back off to sleep.
[ Just a little mental candy to hold you off for a little while.. enjoy at your own risk ;) ]
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[Rigwyn, I always enjoy your writing and this was especially interesting. Another (http://www.hydlaaplaza.com/smf/index.php?topic=36622.0) nice dream sequence and I actually read it twice. Nice one \\o//]
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“Rain and Thunder"
PART 1
Jacula summons a groffel and grabs it by the neck. "Find Mellas," he hisses before letting go of the small animal. The groffel circles her a few times before dropping a note at her feet. “I await you on the mountain that looks out over Hydlaa. -Ebon"
It has been a long, painful couple of days for a blonde elf sitting on one of the chairs in The Broken Door. Yet life continues, not stopping to listen to her musing thoughts as she stares into her empty mug. Only a few drops of red liquor left. She doesn’t bother, sliding the mug over the rough wood to the other side of the table. With a deep sigh she pushes her seat back and stands up, giving the busy bartender a simple nod before heading up the stairs to the balcony. She could use some fresh air, the day had only just started and her mind was still clouded with past events. However, she wasn’t going to get her peace, not yet…
‘Mellas stops dead in her tracks when she spots a familiar elf sitting at one of the tables in Brado's tavern. 'Look who we have here...' she chuckles.
Shangshi shuffles about in his seat a little and he looks over at Mellas and smiles "Hello Mellas, I hope you are feeling better than the last time we met."
Mellas nods and is about to say something in return, when a groffel runs up to her with a note in its beak. Slowly, she picks up the small paper and reads it, but not before handing the small messenger a piece of carp. 'Enjoy,' she says with a wink, soon followed by a serious frown as she realizes whom the message is from. She folds the note and places it with a couple of other scrolls in her backpack , then looks up at Shangshi. 'I have to go, rather in a hurry. Have fun here... and take the rat eyes out of the cook's soup.' The last part was added in jest, though also more or less a warning of Reffitia’s cooking skills. Tastes differ, but how can a kitchen infested with rats serve you a brilliant meal?
Shangshi smiles watching the groffel eat the piece of fish, and chuckles at Mellas' words "Something important, nice to see you as always."
Mellas returns the smile and waves farewell as she heads down the stairs, her feet lightly touching the wood, barely making any sound as she departs. 'Thank you, you as well, Shangshi. See you around!'
With a small wave over her ring and a silent whisper of words, the nolthrir summons Amiore the Dreamer, easily jumping on top of the rivnak’s back as her azure hands firmly take hold of the reigns. With enough water and bread in her backpack to last the journey back to Hydlaa, it doesn’t take long before Amiore’s hoofs speed through the gate and into the beautiful scenery surrounding the city of rogues. The road to Hydlaa is safe enough for those who know their magic, and she reaches her destination without any trouble. Amiore vanishes in thin air just before the mountain behind Harnquist, which doesn’t bother her. She prefers to approach in silence, her leather boots leaving invisible imprints on the grass as she makes her way up…
Soon enough, the nolthrir finds herself standing before a tall figure, clad in an exquisite suit of shining armor. A cape woven in the finest of white silk adorns his shoulders, its hood placed neatly over the featureless seemingly metallic mask that hides his face. She notices his screeching breathing, as if his voice has been damaged by something, and knows immediately that she found the right person.
Jacula clasps his hands behind his back as he looks at Mellas, not uttering a word to greet her.
Mellas carefully chooses her steps on the mountain she makes her way over to him, the screeching sound confirming her thoughts. 'Hey there Jacula,' she says softly, moving closer. ''How are you doing?'
Jacula flatly retorts 'Is there something you wish to tell me?'
Mellas blinks in confusion, the past events flashing by her in a heartbeat. 'Where would you have me start?' she sighs, unconsciously rubbing her cheek.
Jacula repeats his question, obviously enraged "is there something... You wish... To tell me?' he says through gritted teeth.
Mellas frowns, a worried expression on her face as she takes a step back. 'I - I couldn't beat Mandrith... I really tried. Why are you so.... angry?'
Jacula lets a furious sneer escape the narrow opening in his mask 'Mogweh. Do you still consort with this whelp?'
Mellas gasps and raises her hands to her mouth, wildly shaking her head. 'No! I - how... wait. Shangshi spoke to you, didn't he?'
Jacula raises his voice as he furiously exclaims 'Don't mince words with me!'
Mellas jumps slightly, startled by the raising of his voice. Not knowing what he heard, she assumes it best to remain quiet.
Jacula raises a finger and points it at Mellas, seeming to have grown more enraged by her silence 'I trusted you melamin... This is how you you repay me?'
Mellas looks up at the sky when it begins the rain, effectively wetting her hair and clothing as she waits for him to speak. 'I have not betrayed you,' she says softly in return.
Jacula squints his eyes under his mask as he forecfully exclaims 'Then speak, and enlighten me of your relation to this snake.'
Mellas sighs, running a hand through her, now wet, hair. 'Mogweh has become my best friend over time, he has saved my life more than once. A while ago we went to have a drink at Brado's, after witnessing a fight. I got...' she lowers her gaze to the damp grass. 'I got drunk, it was a different drink than what I initially ordered... but it did taste good.'
Jacula clasps his hands behind his back again as the malign glow in his eyes seems to burn fiercely under his mask 'Dont mince words. What happened?' he says coldly.
Mellas lifts her head, giving Jacula a look as thunder strikes the moment she speaks. 'What do *you* think happened?' she almost growls, angered by his distrustful demeanor.
Jacula leans forward in a hostile manner, his anger having rendered him careless 'How about your *best friend* being able to decieve you yet again?' he roars as the heavy downpour soaks his hood.
Mellas unconsciously leans backwards, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and anger. 'What can I do against magic!' she nearly shouts. 'I had no idea!'
Jacula withdraws slightly as he realizes that he might frighten her 'Magic?' he sneers as the soil beneath them begins to turn into mud given the heavy rain.
(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r58/MellasFenixxes/shot27472.png)
Mellas nods slowly, relieved when he leans back from his aggressive stance. 'Yes, I'm not sure what he did, but he...' she swallows. 'He entered my mind, must've been azure way... to give me pleasure. It did feel really good...'
Jacula coldly exclaims as he gives Mellas a distasteful look 'And yet you trust him, yet you call him your best friend?'
Mellas clasps her hands together and sighs. 'Maybe you would've never seen me again, if it wasn't for Mogweh. Mandrith cut off my tongue and followed me after my.... death,' she shivers lightly when the memory awakens inside her, rubbing her stomach with an uncomfortable expression. 'Goodness knows what he was up to...'
Jacula snaps as Mellas tries to change the subject, sliding the ring she gave him from his finger and squeezes it in his hand 'You love him, do you not?' he roars as he takes a step towards Mellas
Mellas sighs and shakes her head as the memory relives, faint from the alcohol, but still there. 'Nay, I love you. I told him to stop... it took a while before he listened, but he did. My mind was... clouded, but even through the magic and all the pleasure he was showing me, you were still there.' Lowering her gaze, she hugs herself, soaking wet. 'I told him I would not leave you, if that means anything to you.' The last words were bitter, feelings from the past boiling up, and yet, she doesn’t want any trouble… she really doesn’t want any more pain, no matter what kind.
Jacula looks down at Mellas and shakes his head, his rage having consumed him entirely 'Yet you trust him... You sicken me!' he exclaims hurtfully before trying to take hold of her arm.
Mellas gasps in surprise when her arm is taken from her own embrace, and blinks furiously to will the tears away. Her eyes are wide, the pain clearly visible within as she has to listen to his raised, screeching voice, hurting her sensitive ears. 'Where were you when I needed you!' she exclaims in return. 'Why is everybody asking me where you are, who you are, and what my relation is to you? I was dragged into the enkidukai meeting, thrown before Akkaido by a diaboli who told him that I knew exactly where to find you! And I don't even know!'
She breathes quickly, her eyes darting from him to his grasp on her arm, and all stands still around her, as if time stopped ticking, winds stopped blowing, and she rain stopped pouring down around them. Her gaze locked on their position, she swallows uncomfortably… what would Jacula do now?
[A great thank you to Jacula for making this possible, and kudos to Rigwyn for a superb job on the dream sequence, I really love reading those :)]
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"Rain and Thunder"
PART 2
"She breathes quickly, her eyes darting from him to his grasp on her arm, and all stands still around her, as if time stopped ticking, winds stopped blowing, and she rain stopped pouring down around them. Her gaze locked on their position, she swallows uncomfortably… what would Jacula do now?
The heavy downpour mercilessly washed over the edge of the mountain. In that moment there was only anger, a seemingly unstoppable fury which not even Mellas reason could dampen. The fear was evident in her eyes, her blond hair reduced to a soaked slab which had sought itself down her face. She had asked him where he had been when she needed him, the question bringing forth a spark of guilt.
Jacula let his massive hand slide down Mellas arm before prying open her fingers and forcefully placing the ring in her hand 'You where probably in company of your dear friend" he said as he breathed deeply "You may crawl back to his embrace, but his fate is soon to be sealed." his eyes dug into hers as he exclaimed 'I can't believe you trusted you.. I can't believe you betrayed me for that whelp!' he roared from the bottom of his lungs.
Mellas simply stared at the ring in her hand, and the tears finally fell. Nearly unnoticeable in combination with the heavy rain. 'I did not betray you... but it sounds more like... you want me to. You don't want to hear the truth... I'm a bother to you, aren't I?' she raised her voice, upset. 'Aren't I?!
Confusion struck his mind given the sincere tone in her voice. Had he drawn premature conclusions?
Jacula swallowed, taken aback by her comment 'How could you love a monster like me?' he hissed through his teeth. His mask concealing the sorrow which filled his expression.
Mellas tried to regain her composure, but failed miserably as the shakes and tremors continued to wreck her frame. 'You are not a monster...' she objected. 'If you want me to leave, all you have to do is say so. I know you would want a stronger woman by your side... one who could fight with you and for you. I'm sorry for not being the follower of your religion as you wanted me to.'
Mellas had been a excellent recruitment for the temple. Her sworn alignment to the black flame and her connection to Jacula having been a solid foundation for priceless intel. Losing her now would be inexcusable, and on a personal level unbearable. Yet a searing realization soon made itself clear. she could had been so much more, had she not given her very soul in the devious plot Jacula had created. (http://www.hydlaaplaza.com/smf/index.php?topic=36049.0)
Jacula displayed a visible moment of weakness, realizing that she would be better off without him 'You are everything I want in a woman. But you deserve better than me.. I do nothing but bring you pain and worry.' he looked her up and down as the the heavy downpour began to fade 'A could never give you what you deserve'
Mellas swallowed and looked down at the ring in her hand. 'Everything you would want in a woman... yet you don't trust me, and return the ring I gave you,' she whispered softly, taking off her own ring and placing them together in her palm. 'You've given me love, care and passion. You've always been gentle to me... I - I....' She bit her lip as she searched for words. 'What is it you want?'
Jacula looked down at the two rings where they laid in her palm before locking his eyes with hers, removing his mask from his face 'You have to understand that he is using you to get to me. Mogweh was the one who told Jaida where to find me, he is the one who has been plotting behind our backs. And when he tries to defile you, you turn the other cheek?' he said in a clearly concerned tone which soon transcended in rage 'He will pay for what he did to me. He will suffer for his deceit'
Mellas breathed in quickly when she is once more confronted with the horror that was bestowed upon her lover, but doesn't move away. 'Mogweh told Jaida to do this?' she shook her head. 'That makes no sense, but I can ask for you, if you like,' she suggested as the night began to make its entrance around them. 'But I want you to realize that he did not defile me, he means well in his own way. I'm sure things could be resolved by a simply exchange of words.'
The malign feeling that crept up on Jacula given her words had grown to be all too familiar. Mellas was no fool, yet she defended the snake which had allegedly told Jaida where she could find him. In his mind there was no excuse for such weakness. His black heart pounded within his chest as the urge to cause Mellas harm crept up on him, a feeling which brought forth an equal amount of disgust towards himself.
Jacula stared daggers at Mellas 'You take his side in this matter?' he exclaimed furiously 'You are not to talk about this to anyone. For his fate will be sealed in accordance with your faith, all who align with him will suffer.' His eyes widened visibly and the glow within them grew brighter as night began to embrace Hydlaa 'Look at my face Melamin, look at my face and say that I should resolve this with mere words.' he spitted to the ground before adding 'A choice is upon you, if you take his side in this. There is no turning back'
A drop of the now vanished downpour seeped into the intricate hilt of the dagger which rested in his palm behind his back. His stiff fingers tightened around the pommel as he searched her eyes, knowing what had to be done did she take Mogwehs side. The feeling of self disgust worsened as her lips parted as if to speak.
Mellas looked from the rings in her hands to the killing glare in Jacula's eyes and took half a step back, too scared by his fury to offer him a hug or a kiss. 'If Mogweh did indeed do this,' she makes a gesture towards his scorched face, 'then you have all the right to take revenge... I just ask of you to find out before you draw conclusions. That's all.'
Jacula extended a hand in a gesture as his violent expression seemed to fade 'Are you with me?' he asked in a significantly softer voice.
Mellas shook her wet hair, going through it with one hand as the dry air slowly did its work. The force of the rain having caused the flowers that adorned her hair to fall and drift away off the mountain. She glanced down at Hydlaa thoughtfully, before grasping Jacula's hand in a firm grip. 'I'm with you,' she replied. 'But, I do have one condition.'
Jacula gave Mellas an affectionate look, his face forming a expression of the same. He closed his fingers around her hand as he tilted his head slightly, as if indicating her to speak. The grip on the dagger he had held behind his back faded, the serrated blade landed on the moist ground below with a vague thud.
Mellas smiled lightly, the rings rested between both of their palms as their hands where clasped together. 'Promise me that you'll try to be more... compassionate to the world.'
Jacula lowered his gaze in though for a moment before looking up at her 'If you can promise me to see Mogweh for what he is' he said softly, the glow in his eyes having faded to the point where thay have returned to a calm ebon black.
Mellas's smile brightened and as a reply she nodded, carefully extracting their hands so that each ring laid in the palm of its respectful owner. 'Yes, I can promise that,' she replied warmly, placing the small jewelery once more on her finger. 'Hug?' she then asked, spreading her arms wide with a relieved look on her face.
Jacula squeezed the ring in his hand slightly before moving up to Mellas and wrapping his arms around her 'I love you..' he whispered before his voice trailed off. Wondering what steps he would need to take to ensure complete suffering for Mogweh and all who chose to align with him.
Mellas wrapped her arms around his armor in return, squeezing him affectionately. 'I love you too, melamin,' she whispered softly with her head resting against his platemailed torso, yet she frowns, wondering why he trailed off like that..
Jacula remained standing with his arms wrapped around Mellas, smelling her soaked blond hair for a moment 'Do not speak to anyone of this. Mogwehs fate will be righteous given his crimes' he lied. Knowing that he was to inflict a fate worse than Mellas could ever imagine.
Mellas sighted a bit and nodded, leaning into his embrace. 'As long as it will be righteous,' she repeated, glancing at Hydlaa as the city became cloaked in the invisibility of darkness, various lights jumping out for much needed illumination. 'Will you forgive me, for being such a terrible thief?' she added, murmuring thoughtfully.
Jacula drew a breath of soothing relief 'The only reason I joined the family was to get protection for you and myself. They don't matter melamin, say the word.. And we will leave without a trace'
Jacula added solemnly 'Forgive me for not being there when you needed me'
Mellas smiled and shook her head. 'Nay, they have their good sides too... I think I might just grow attached to this family, even though their ideas do clash a bit with mine,' she mentioned, drawing his body closer against hers. 'Of course I forgive you, I bet I couldn't be there when you needed me as well. Though, I really do miss you...'
Mellas pressed her chest against his cold armor as she looked up, searching for those intense ebon eyes that she fell in love with so long ago.
Jacula looked down at Mellas, his focused eyes widening as his lips parted in a smile, he savoured the moment and relished the distinct feeling of love and affection that washed over him, making him forget all the pain he had suffered.
Mellas lifted an arm to stroke his deformed cheek, her eyes sparkling softly, but it dies just as quickly as it came when the memory of what Mandrith did sprung up again, she tried to move out of their embrace. 'I.. should go..' she murmured.
Jacula let Mellas go, knitting his brow in concern 'What is wrong?' he asked affectionately
Mellas looks around, her eyes searching the darkness as she continued to move back. 'I don't know... will you meet me later? Where the whisper resides?'
Jacula nodded slightly 'I will see you there Melamin. May the shadows sooth your weary mind'
Jacula turned to look out over Hydlaa with a unwavering gaze
Mellas frowned slightly at that expression and nods, reaching out to grasp his hand one last time with a gentle squeeze. 'May love guide your way through the shadows,' she replied lovingly. 'Be safe.'
Mellas waved a farewell and slowly vanishes into the black night.
Jacula remained standing on the edge of the mountain. He had doubted Mellas loyalty, yet given the confrontation he had been ensured that she was faithful. As his eyes wandered over the familiar buildings a calm exclaim escaped his disfigured lips "Where will you run Mogweh.. Where will you run when there is no one left to protect you?"
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[ Better keep an eye on your woman Jac :detective:
You have a foul stink and a bit of a complexion issue working against you now.. I dont think blond chicks did that sorta thing.
Might need to turn up the charm... or else soil the competition :devil: ]
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Akaiddo Kivikar was standing on patrol as usual when a Ynnwn woman wandered up to him. She didn't strike him as unusual, important, or extraordinary. Little did he know she was to be the catalyst to his new victory efforts against Jacula.
[Jaida asked me to post the logs here, so here they are.]
Jaida Pundactum greets Akaiddo Kivikar.
Jaida waves at Akaiddo 'Greetings sir menki. Would you be so kind to give me directions?'
Akaiddo Kivikar greets Jaida Pundactum.
Akaiddo says: Grrensholo. What is it you seek?
Jaida smiles warmly at Akaiddo 'I am looking for a man..' she suddenly seems uncomfortable as she tries to remember the name 'Kistaol.. Kisatol?'
Akaiddo frowns deeply. "And why would you wish to visit such a vile person?"
Jaida looks down and rubs her arm 'I.. I need help. I don't know where else to turn' she says lowly
Akaiddo says: So you seek the bandits and the rogues? That is unwise.
Akaiddo says: You would almost be better off asking Jakular to bless Enkidukai.
Jaida frowns slightly, yet she seems frightened of the menki before her 'Jakular.. Jacula? do you know him?'
Akaiddo growls. "He is a stain on these parts, a murderer who evades capture."
Jaida hides her face in her palms and shakes her head, as if upset 'Oh.. So the rumors are true.. I diden't want to believe it'
Akaiddo frowns. "What do you mean?"
Jaida stutters 'I.. I need help in bringing him in. My name is Jaida, Jaida Pundactum. I am his sister, sadly we where seperated at birth. I came to Hydlaa to find him, but now.. I fear for his soul' she says deplorably, her eyes filling with tears.
Akaiddo's expression changes, to a slightly more sympathetic expression.
Akaiddo says: Kisatol wouldn't help you, he is an ally of Jakulars.
Jaida lowers her gaze as she whispers 'Laanx have mercy on him..'
Jaida looks up with a crushed expression, as if having abandoned all hope 'But.. There must be some way to stop him. He needs to be brought to justice.. For his own good!'
Akaiddo says: My clan and I have been working to apprehend him for weeks now. He comes in surprises, assaulting and fleeing when our reinforcements arrive..
Akaiddo says: I have sworn to capture him, take that mask off and look upon the hidden disfigured face that haunts me.
Akaiddo Kivikar greets Helad Kenach.
Helad Kenach salutes Akaiddo Kivikar with respect.
Akaiddo says: Grrensholo Kore.
Helad says: Hello sir, how is everyone?
Jaida offers Akaiddo her shivering hand 'We should work together.. I would be for the best'
Akaiddo takes the hand and shakes it firmly. "Aye, we have the same and best interests at heart."
Jaida looks over at Helad and makes a court bow
Jaida wipes some of her tears 'But where would we begin.. He is like a shadow. I haven't been able to find him'
Akaiddo says: Does he know you exist?
Helad interrupts 'who?'
Helad looks at Jaida 'who is this?'
Akaiddo says: This Ynnwn is the sister of Jakular... but she is lawful and good, and wishes him apprehended.
Helad says: oh
Jaida shakes her head 'I don't know.. Rigwyn told me that he was dead. Queen Lolitra later told me the truth.. How could he lie to me?' she says weakly
Akaiddo growls. "Rigwyn is as slimy as Jakular, criminals them both be. Rigwyn beat a House Cheshire initiate till she was almost dead. She was lucky Emmara found her.
Jaida brings a hand to her mouth in shock 'Gods..' she says as tears began to flow down her cheeks
Helad says: how do you know Rigwyn?
Akaiddo looks at Jaida, then at Helad. "I'd say the pair of them have been working to deceive you together."
Jaida says: He.. But.. No...
Jaida suddenly bursts into tears, visibly shaking.
Akaiddo says: I tell you this. They are both evil murderering villains who belong catapulted at the Crystal. We have been fighting them off here in Ojaveda for weeks, and now neither seems prepared to attack me, aiming instead for the weaker initiates of my ally's clans.
Jaida struggles to speak 'How.. How can he be so... Evil?' she exclaims inbetween her sobs
Akaiddo says: Of how he became evil I do not know. All I know is he has stained this land, and all Enkidukai have risen against him.
Jaida looks down as her tears soak the dry stone below 'We have to capture him.. Bring him to justice, end this madness!' she says as she raises her voice 'But how?'
Akaiddo says: I wait for his next attack with tricks up my sleeve.
Helad grins
Enonel laughs, "Like last time?"
Akaiddo says: Our clan is now well coordinated, ready for him. We have worked together to devise several methods with which to capture him.
Akaiddo growls at Enonel. "Last time would not have happened if you were not consorting with the enemy!"
Jaida looks over at Enonel, making a small bow as she tries to wipe her tearfilled eyes
Enonel's eye widens, "I warned you! I told you to bring help!"
Akaiddo says: You are lucky I decided to come to your aid. Lucky I didn't leave you there to explain why I had chosen not to do as your note said.
Jaida Pundactum greets Enonel Botair.
Jaida looks fro mEnonel to Akaiddo 'What.. What are you talking about?'
Akaiddo says: This menki tried to play double agent, and cost us all a trip through Dakkru's realm.
Enonel laughs again, "For you, it did..."
Akaiddo growls. "Foolish."
Jaida gasps as her eyes widen 'He killed you!?'
Enonel shakes his head, "No.. He did worse.."
Jaida tries to calm herself down 'What do you mean?'
Akaiddo eyes Enonel spitefully. "Then perhaps in future you will know not to play with fire."
Enonel says: You got singed.. I got scorched..
Akaiddo says: Then you should have hopefully learnt your lesson.
Jaida looks horrified 'Scorched?'
Enonel laughs.
Jaida seems frightened by Enonels laughter and moves up next to Akaiddo
Akaiddo growls at Enonel. "We are discussing intelligent ways to bring Jacula down. Not a conversation for fools. Begone."
Enonel chuckles, "Fools? You think I'm a fool?"
Akaiddo growls. "Do not try my temper this day, Rabani. Or I will cut you down. You caused my death, and you show no sympathy for your actions."
Jaida raises her hand as if asking permission to speak 'Maybe I could contact him somehow and tell him to meet me? that would make a good opportuinity to capture him. I haven't been successful so far.. But maybe one of you know where to send a message?'
Enonel stops laughing gradually, he starts shaking his head
Jaida looks around the small crowd and rubs her arm
Helad Kenach raises an arm and points towards Denolyier Coolere.
Helad says: sir?
Akaiddo looks to Jaida. "Perhaps, you could post a message at the Hydlaa Message Board, I hear he uses that frequently."
Helad lowers his voice 'someone is watching us'
Akaiddo says: That man is of no harm, Helad.
Enonel draws his swords swiftly
Akaiddo says: Leave him.
Jaida looks around confused
Helad says: yes sir
Helad says: what is he doing though?
Jaida looks to Akaiddo 'But.. Woulden't he know it was a trap? he seems extremely cautious'
Akaiddo says: Most likely attempting to gather information for our foes, of which I ensure is falsified to lead them wrong.
Akaiddo's eyes widen and brighten. "I know the answer. We shall seek that blonde elf."
Vakachehk Kivikar greets Jaida Pundactum.
Vakachehk Kivikar greets Helad Kenach.
Vakachehk Kivikar greets Akaiddo Kivikar.
Vakachehk Kivikar greets Enonel Botair.
Akaiddo Kivikar greets Vakachehk Kivikar.
Helad Kenach salutes Vakachehk Kivikar with respect.
Akaiddo says: Grrensholo Brother.
Helad says: what blonde elf?
Vakachehk says: Grrensholo everyone
Vakachehk says: what is going on?
Jaida looks down 'Blond elf.. Mellas?' she says weakly
Enonel growls
Akaiddo says: Her name is Mellas, and she apparently is Jakular's lover.
Akaiddo says: I said, LEAVE HIM.
Denolyier sighs "Relax, I'll wait until you guys are done to get a chance to talk"
Denolyier chuckles softly
Akaiddo nods to Denolyier. "I apologise for this menki. He listens not to the words of the wise."
Akaiddo says: Vakachehk this is Jakular's sister. She wishes to help us apprehend him, as she is a lawful citizen.
Denolyier waves his hand "It's okay, nothing I didn't already know" He grins and walks closer "So are we setting up traps for the enemies of Ojadeva?"
Vakachehk says: ahh you didn't I come across you before
Vakachehk says: you nearly got the beating from that rogue
Jaida makes a small bow to Vakachehk 'This menki saved me'
Akaiddo looks to Denolyier. "Well, rather we are discussing where to find that blonde elf."
Vakachehk says: that rogue was nothing but trouble
Denolyier looks at Jaida oddly, then at Akaiddo and says "Which elf? The one I gave to you?"
Akaiddo says: Aye.
Jaida raises her hand 'I don't think she has anything to do with this, she was so sweet to me. But when I saw her a few days ago she seemed angry.. And hurt.' she ponders for a moment 'Maybe Jacula is hurting her too?'
Akaiddo says: Say didn't I tell you you could spend a week in Ojaveda for your business? I believe your time here has run out... unless you remove your mask.
Akaiddo says: Villains hurt all they associate with, no matter whether they intend to or not.
Jaida returns Denolyiers odd look
Denolyier frowns "Thought we had something going Kivikar?" He sighs "I can help you find Mellas, don't know why you didn't look into this when I first gave her to you":
Akaiddo says: To be honest, Diaboli, I didn't look into it at first because I do not trust your intentions.
Denolyier shrugs "I suppose no one does. Do you trust my intentions now?"
Jaida seems reluctant at the idea 'I think she is being held against her will. She is lawful and good, I am sure of it!'
Akaiddo shakes his head. "I trust you as little as the day I met you. Especially considering you are still wearing that mask." he turns to Jaida. "She seems as embroiled in deceit as he."
Vakachehk says: well I need to go to the Bronze Doors Fortress
Denolyier sighs again dramatically "The mask is better for business "He chuckles "Whatever. . . If you want my help on the matter I'm sure we could work otu something." He pauses "Like an extention of my stay in Ojadeva?" He smiles "I don't see why you are worried about trust, I was the one who gve you the elf in the first place"
Jaida looks around the small crowd before turning to Akaiddo 'If you wish to make a move on him you can find me in the local tavern, I will spend a few nights here' she adverts her gaze from him before adding 'if you.. If you dont mind'
Akaiddo smiles. "You are more than welcome in the safety of Ojaveda's walls."
Vakachehk says: well farewell all and good luck
Enonel looks over at Denolier, "Akaiddo doesn't trust anyone.."
Denolyier nods to Enonel "Then he is smart"
Denolyier chuckles
Akaiddo growls at Enonel. "I don't trust foolish menkis, masked foreigners and bandits."
Jaida makes a bow to Akaiddo before walking away towards the tavern, deep in thought.
[Some further unrelated RP happened before Akaiddo retired to his Utlic to think of the change of outlook.]
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"Slithering Serpent"
Jacula remained standing on the edge of the mountain. He had doubted Mellas loyalty, yet given the confrontation he had been ensured that she was faithful. As his eyes wandered over the familiar buildings a calm exclaim escaped his disfigured lips "Where will you run Mogweh.. Where will you run when there is no one left to protect you?"
Jacula had sought himself to the ruins in the outskirts of Gurgontid. The ruins had always proven useful in magical study, a subject which had grown to be most interesting to him of late. He carefully examined the various samples and glypths he had brought, placing them on a table which he had earlier furnished one of the ruins annexes with. The obsession which consumed him regarding Mogweh had grown to be unbearable. The distinct craving of wishing him suffering knew no bounds, his study failing to distract him.
He was certain that Mogweh had imparted Jaida on where to find him, and thus having betrayed one of his own. A offence for which he would suffer a gruesome fate. Nearly all worthy of cleansing the temple of it's serpent had been informed, yet the biggest test remained in Rigwyn.
Jacula summoned a groffel with a flick of his wrist, he grabbed it by the neck as he hissed 'Find Rigwyn' being sure to place a note in it's collar which stated 'Meet me in the ruins located in the outskirts of Gurgontid' he signed the letter with the alias "Ebon" knowing that Rigwyn would recognize it.
Jacula turned his focus back to his study. The azure way of magic had always faczinated him due to it's devious spells. He had grown proficient in the various enchantments and attacks it held under the tutelage of Sysial Shillor. Loud magic sparks and illuminated shimmers could be heard and seen through the cracks in the ancient stone as he practiced. And soon enough Rigwyn peered in through the doorway.
Jacula was trying to keep a snowbud floating in mid air with gentle azure winds. Modifying the spells original purpose had proved to be exceedingly difficult. He usually grew frustrated by the long process that came with learning. As if his patience had been cut short. He noticed Rigwyn in the corner of his eye as he entered, rendering him unfocused for a split second.
Jacula snarled as the snowbud incinerated, the remaining dust caught in the gentle breeze which soon transcended into a fierce wind. The violent energy ripping away at him, his experiment failed.
Rigwyn watched the snowbud curiously, seemingly amused as it incinerated "Ya called me here ta see a flower? Hope ya got more than that" he chuckled. Jacula looked to Rigwyn as he clasped his hands behind his back 'Just a experiment.. This place is useful in that regard.' he muttered, pondering how he would approach Rigwyn about his suspicions. He approached Rigwyn with heavy steps as he exclaimed 'I've called you here for a purpose which cannot be overlooked'
Rigwyn responded "Oh ? This is regarding Jaida ? I haven't seen her so I put a contract on her head" Jacula turned his back to the diaboli as he answered 'No.. Jaida is just a tool. A tool used by a serpent slithering within our.. Enclave'
Rigwyn recoiled slightly at the mention of a serpent, "Serpents? Tell me more..
I had a dream about one .. I think its an omen .. perhaps a warning." he added. The first reaction that crossed Jaculas mind was to ensnare Rigwyn in a mind game. A action which would not only be difficult, but dangerous given the Diabolis violent nature. He walked over to the nearby table and inspected the various samples resting upon it 'You faith is strong Rigwyn. I am sure you will take my words to heart..'
Rigwyn looked at the table noticing a number of odd items, seemingly lacking focus "I trust my eh .. contacts will bring her to me. The reward is rather high"
Jacula turned again, letting a vague screech escape his lips 'Omens come to those who serve loyally.. I can't say that I'm surprised.' he said with a false hint of admiration in his voice, looking over his shoulder at the various glypths and samples 'It's just a few trinkets.. For my study'
He trailed his fingers over his metallic mask 'I know who informed Jaida where to find me.. This reckless whelp is an abomination. A traitor who will suffer in accordance with our faith'
Rigwyn tilted his head as he examined the various items, seemingly fascinated He quickly looked back at Jacula given his claim "Who? "
the Diabolis face wrinkled slightly as he seemed to ponder about the strange screeching quality of Jaculas voice.
Jacula rambled in a seemingly obsessed way 'He has spoke truth to those meant to be misguided.. He will suffer for his sins. The serpent goes by.' he cackled as if a foul taste had sought itself onto his tongue 'Mogweh'. Rigwyn's eyes widened before narrowing quickly at the mention of the name "Mogweh ? "
Jacula observed Rigwyns reaction closely, his screeching breathing growing louder 'You see my brother.. We find ourselves in a predicament'
Much as he had anticipated Rigwyn would be hard to convince given his history with Mogweh. The Diaboli retorted quickly "This is a serious charge. We don't attack one another .. And he being higher in rank has earned a little more respect by the family then you have." Jacula frowned under his mask given his words. The Outlaws hierarchy meant nothing to him, his sole purpose of consorting with them being the need of personal protection.
"What makes you so sure it was him?" Rigwyn added, seemingly agitated. Jacula smacked his disfigured lips, as if to rid himself of the foul taste 'This is not about the family Rigwyn. .This is about your faith' he took two steps closer as he solemnly exclaimed 'The question remains.. Which comes first?'
Rigwyn countered viciously "This is about the family too in that he is well respected member. We protect our own. As for faith I have faith in my god, not necessarily faith in you or any other follower."
So stubborn, Jacula thought to himself. Yet the difficulty in convincing him was one of the traits which made Rigwyn such and excellent person to align with. Sadly he seemed determined to take Mogweh side in the matter, Jacula realized that he had to persuade him on a emotional level.
Rigwyn continued to counter his claim "I want to know what proof you have? I cannot act on such serious matters on hearsay or unfounded accusations." Jacula stared at Rigwyn briefly 'I am not asking for your involvement, I am but stating what I know.. Out of respect' he walked around the room, seemingly enraged 'Mogweh was asked to serve the bidding a long time ago. He was to infiltrate the trust of the enemy, yet he failed to do so.' He looked up at Rigwyn from time to time 'Jaida is the key to this matter.. And I am sure that Mogweh told her of my whereabouts. He is seeking to destroy me.. Why?' he paused for a bit as he snarled 'he tried to defile Mellas, and he wishes her for himself'
Jacula added to his argument as another furious claim escaped his lips 'He plots against his own, he enlightens those supposed to be misguided.' Rigwyn seemed to let his guard down for a split second "I need to see this for myself first. If this was just some pee-on nobody, then I wouldn't care much. I'll keep an eye on him and see if what you say about him is true."
Not good enough. Jacula thought to himself, he wanted to avoid making Rigwyn his enemy. But his obsession of Mogweh would permit no compromise.
"Im not concerned about him defiling Mellas as much as I am concerned about him being a traitor. That in my view is much more serious." the Diaboli stated coldly "How would Mogweh have known where you were?"
Jacula raised his voice, seemingly consumed by anger 'Others who serve our faith has been informed. And if Jaida supports my claim.. I wont rest until he begs for his life' he came to a stop, his anger fading as he took a few deep breaths. Knowing that he would have to make it appear that his faith came before his obsession 'All that matters to me is that the serpent is plucked from our midst'
He continued by answering Rigwyns question swiftly, as if having pondered it 'He must have been following me. His obsession of Mellas would be reason enough to wish me out of the way.. But this is not about me, nor is it about Mellas. This is about cleansing the enclave of those who may endanger it'
He noticed how Rigwyn's calculated expression began to fade. His mind game seemingly effective. He gestures to Rigwyn in a strange manner 'Seek your mind for answers Rigwyn, contemplate over the omen you have been given. This whelp plays a dangerous game, he needs to be punished for his betrayal!'
Rigwyn looked at Jacula while pondering his words. Soon he began to pace around the room. "I would feel better if I was convinced .. What you allege is quite serious. I'll certainly give it some thought."
The chink in his armor grew obvious to Jacula. His claims had no doubt troubled Rigwyns's mind and tested his reasoning.
" As for him being the cause, you assume that he followed you .. but you do not know for sure that he was .. do you?" he suddenly exclaimed suspiciously.
Jacula was quick to add to his claims 'I wouldn't had bothered you with mere suspicions, I do not take you for a fool Rigwyn. I called you here today not as a man thirsting for revenge, but as a concerned devotee' he lied through his teeth. His faith taking second place to his obsession.
"You were at first rather certain it was me. Now you are convinced that it was him." the Diaboli retorted, seemingly running low on arguments. "Being convinced is not enough .. however I AM very concerned about the possibility of a snake lurking in the grass."
Jacula parted his lips in a twisted smile under his lips as Rigwyns original attitude began to crumble.
"If he proves to be that snake then I assure you, it will be dealt with." Rigwyn added to his delight. Jacula narrowed his eyes under his mask 'Only three men could be cabale of rendering me this way. I had my reasons to be weary, but trust me on this.. I made a mistake in thinking that you were responsible.'
Rigwyn didn't seem affected by his discrete praise, Jacula began to grow inpatient, deciding to jump directly to the point. The unbearable urge that was his obsession 'I intend to deal with this as soon as I can find him. I ask not for your involvement given your ties in the family. I ask only of you to understand why I imparted you on this.'
"Know that Mogweh is protected too.." Rigwyn said, his previous attitude reappearing to Jaculas dismay. "There will be consequences if you harm him. He has made himself an asset to the family."
Jacula approaches Rigwyn as he exclaimed 'What I ask is that you look the other way, for the safety of the enclave. The family will not be tarnished.. I have taken steps to ensure this'
Rigwyn seemed reluctant at the idea, a demeanor which caused Jacula's reason to transcend in anger. "I suggest you wait and be certain that this is the case. I will not turn by back on a family member. As far as I can see so far this is not religious in nature. If he does prove to be a snake then I assure you he will be dealt with harshly." he said before adding "And if it IS a religious matter and he proves to be a snake.. Then he would be better off if he had not been born."
Jacula let his gaze wander over Rigwyn from under his mask, anger burning in his eyes 'I don't want you as an enemy Rigwyn, Don't stand in my way' he snarled vaguely 'Jaida is the key to his proven guilt. If you don't trust my judgment I suggest you find her'
"I do intend to find her now more than before." Rigwyn replied coldly. His intentions proving exceedingly difficult to grasp.
Jacula walked over to the nearby table to collect the various glypth and samples 'Make haste.. Mogwehs fate is to be sealed' he said with a hint of malevolence in his voice. He made sure to hide a glypth in his hand, uncertain if Rigwyn would decide to attack him given his cold mannerism.
"If I find that your the snake and not him then we will not be very happy." the Diaboli said. Jaculas fingers tightened around the glypth in his palm, his back still turned. Every joint and muscle in his body tensed given the malign urge that washed over him.
"I may consider raising the stake on Jaida's head. Like you say, her story may prove to be rather interesting." Rigwyn added, his previous statement soon fading into a seemingly hollow warning.
Jacula looked over his shoulder, his eyes exuding a violent glow 'Don't slander me Rigwyn. My patience grows slim given the circumstances'
"I never slanderd you, but given your accusing me without good reason and now Mogweh .. I am growing .. cautious." Rigwyn replied, seemingly uninterested in an violent confrontation. "Lets get this sister of yours and get to the bottom of this."
Jacula realized that he had to get to Jaida before Rigwyn found her. A small hint of doubt clouding his mind. If his accusations proved faulty he would be left in a state of peril. Leaving him a target for both the family and the Blackflame devotees. He tilted his head slightly before answering with a simple nod 'The truth is nigh'
"If there's nothing else, I have a few lives to rui... er eh .. things to do." Rigwyn said. Jacula placed his hand on shoulder 'Go do what you do best.. We are done here' and so it was that Rigwyn and Jacula parted ways. The latter knowing that he had to find Jaida and confirm his accusations.
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A Skirmish in Ojaveda
Rigwyn rode into Ojaveda on his Rivnak in search of those who openly support Kore Irka Clan. He spent a considerable amount of time searching the dusty and nearly abandoned town to no avail. Turning back, he spotted a fresh set of hoof marks in the sand. He followed them with his eye and spotted a heavily armed Menki atop a rivnak. He peered closely and then moved in, suspecting that it might be Akaiddo.
Taking care not to make excessive noise, he took his Rivnak into an alley where he dismounted and crept along the pavement, slowly and steadily as he approached Akaiddo. He squatted behind a table slowly with a dagger in hand waiting for the right moment. Akaiddo's Rivnak seems to get agitated and he started tugging on the reigns at him and cursing his odd behaviour.
Carefully, Rigwyn drew back a sharp dagger and threw it at Akaiddo, aiming for the back of his neck. Akaiddo's Enki reflexes kicked in, and Akaiddo almost instinctively leaped out of the way however the dagger hit him in the shoulder, penetrating deep and causing his right arm to go limp. Quickly, he pulled a saber out with his left hand as he approached Rigwyn.
Drawing a sabre, Rigwyn darted forward through the canopy only to be met by Akaiddo's Rivnak which reared upward, flinging it's hooves at him. Rigwyn jumped back and swung at one of the Rivnak's ankles giving it a severe gash. Akaiddo leaped off the Rivnak and landed heavily but on both feet. Looking at Rigwyn he grined maliciously. "You... " he then chuckled. Rigwyn tossed the sabre from one hand back to the other with a nasty grin and then turned to Akaiddo.
"You do realise", Akaiddo said, "I have the Ynnwn you want?"
"I know of no Ynnwn", Rigwyn replied.
"His sister, you impotent fool. I have his sister."
Rigwyn spat into the dirt and then stretched his head to the left cracking his neck, "I dont know what your talkin about.. I say yer just scared a gettin whats commin to ya." Akaiddo laughed, "She confirmed you're working for him. So I got two options for ye. Either run back to your halfbred master and tell him I have his sister, or I send ye back to ye master via Dakkru."
"I still dont know what yer talkin about", Rigwyn replied, "I'll go for option B." With a grin Akaiddo replied "So be it." He lightly lunged at Rigwyn with his saber, remaining conservative in his movement due to his wound. Rigwyn slapped Akaiddo's sword with a metalic clang and then swung towards his neck. Akaiddo ducked down, avoiding the slash and whirled his saber toward Rigwyn's knee. Rigwyn hopped on his left foot as a reeling pain ran though his knee. He hopped back taking a defensive position with most of his weight on his left leg.
Akaiddo stepped back a little, and grinned maliciously again. "Still want Option B?" Rigwyn spat again shaking his leg to see how bad the wound was. He held up both hands in an inviting yet taunting gesture, then bent his left knee a little as he waited. Akaiddo laughed. "So be it." He charged toward the Diaboli again, shoving his left plated shoulder into a tackle, his saber ready for a following strike. At the same time, Rigwyn attempted to punch Akaiddo in the face with his right hand.
Akaiddo pulled even lower to avoid it, his tackle now aimed at Rigwyn's left thigh. The two collided and Rigwyn tripped forward tumbling over Akaiddo and into the dirt. He turned quickly with his sword pointed forward, again crouching with most of his weight on his left leg.
Akaiddo stooped onto three limbs, a murderous gleam in his eye. He swung his sabre at the left leg, attempting to avoid contact with Rigwyn's sword. Rigwyn jumped off his left leg attempting to avoid the blow. The blade was incredibly close but not close enough. Akaiddo growled viciously, swinging again, this time at Rigwyn's sword arm.
Biting hard as the blade banged against his armor and putting him off balance, He staggered, turned, and then shoved Akaiddo with his left hand. Akaiddo fell backward landing on three limbs again with a menacing smile on his face. Rigwyn tried to bend his arm but found that the elbow joint no longer worked properly. Pissed, he jumped back and reached for a small black and red glyph. Seeing the glyph, Akaiddo grabbed the table desperately and flung it at the Diaboli who had already begun casting a spell, uttering the words "Taste of Death."
The table hit and the spell was interrupted half way though, causing it to backfire. Weakened, Rigwyn tried to cast again. This time the spell struck and Akaiddo growled as the spell hit his chest. He charged forth in a rage with his saber swinging mercilessly.
Rigwyn lowered his hand quickly seeing Akaiddo rush forward. He jumped back and pointed his sword forward as if preparing to lunge. His damaged armor had hindered his motion. Akaiddo continued his charge, his sabers swinging at Rigwyn still. Rigwyn attempted to block but failed, the sword again butted against his plate armor worsening the joint.
Akaiddo pulled back, grinning. "Still sure about Option B?" With this, Rigwyn tossed his sword to his left hand and smiled, "Bring it on Menki!" Akaiddo charged forward again, and threw a kick toward the Diaboli's chest as Rigwyn darted forward attempting to lunge at Akaiddo's face. Akaiddo tried to step to the side, but his wounded shoulder took a considerable knock and the dagger fell out. He clenched and unclenched his right hand, and grined. He then pulled a dagger from his back.
Rigwyn stepped forward and spun counter clockwise chopping at Akaiddo's neck! Akaiddo dropped flat, and stuck his dagger into Rigwyn's left knee as he fell. The blade landed Rigwyn on the ground screaming and reeling in pain. Looking at Akaiddo angrily, he grabbed a fist full of sand with his right hand and raised it quickly. Akaiddo swung his saber at the raised hand fiercely, seeing Rigwyn attempting to pull the trick he had used many times in his youth. Rigwyn however managed to throw the sand in Akaiddo's face.
Akaiddo spluttered, some grains getting in his eyes. He threw the dagger in the direction he sensed Rigwyn to be in, and visciously slashed his saber in the same direction. Rigwyn managed to dodge the dagger however with a dense thud the sword struck his helmet knocking him to the ground where he rolled, dazed and confused.
Akaiddo kicked the sabre from Rigwyn's hand. It flew and hit the rough stone wall with a metallic clang. He mumbled something incoherently as he rolled the sand. Akaiddo clambered on top of Rigwyn, grinning. "You're lucky I need you for better things than simply tossing you off to the Octarchy. Find your master Jakular, tell him I have his sister. Akaiddo then took his sword and thrust it though Rigwyn's left hand striking the sandy pavement below. Rigwyn screamed in agony. His eyes watered as they stretched open wider than ever before. He pulls his hand back as the blade was pulled out and bled profusely.
Akaiddo grined, and cocked his head to the side. "Forget not the day you were bested by Kore Irka Clan, and trouble our people no more!" With that he drove his sword into Rigwyn's throat. Rigwyn, grasping his punctured, bloody hand let go and his eyes fluttered and the blade made its way through. Blood oozed down his neck and into his armor as the cold steel was felt sliding out the back of his neck. It came to a stop as it hit the ground. His eyes closed. Akaiddo drew his saber out, and pulled himself off Rigwyn. He wiped the saber off. Rigwyn's hands softened and open up. His head flopped to the side slowly. After a short period of time his body began to fade away. Akaiddo clambered back on his Rivnak, pleased.
Edit: Spelling corrections
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[Thanks for posting, I've been rather busy with uni assignments. It was a great and fun RP!]
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Tormenting Truth
Jaida had traveled to Ojaveda by caravan as she deemed that she would not be safe in Hydlaa. The arid climate of the Akkaio dsar had been hard to get used too, but keeping in mind that the streets where regularly patrolled it made the exhausting heat worth while.
She had originally traveled to Ojaveda to seek help from the rogue named Kisatol. Jayose assistant Lori had described him as a man of action, a man with the recourses to solve any problem, if the price was right. The idea of seeking the help of a criminal was revolting to her, but the people of Hydlaa had showed no interest in bringing Jacula to justice. As if they where scared of getting involved in his capture.
Luckily she had encountered a menki named Akaiddo. He seemed well respected within the Akkaio dsar, several others bowing to his wishes. It came to show that Akaiddo and his clan of Enkidukai where hunting Jacula as well, yet from what she understood they had all suffered a terrible fate at his hands.
Jaida was crushed, feeling as if she had been better of dismissing the rumors as lies. With sorrow in her hear they came to an understanding where Jaida promised to help Akaiddo and his clan, but sadly the safety in Ojaveda was no better than that of Hydlaa.
As had Jaida walked back to the tavern to rest a rogue dressed in black appeared out of an nearby alley, giving her no chance to react before she felt a blade sink into her chest. The shock masked the pain, sending her slumping to the ground. Her vision slowly blurred as her eyes transfixed upon the crystal, the surly voice of the rogue hard to make out as everything turned black 'Kisatol sends his regards.'
She awoke in something similar to a cave. A morbid stench of death spreading in the darkness as she rose to her feet, part of her claimed by Dakkru. Forced to seek herself through the horrors of the deathrealm..
A Flower In The Dark
"Akaiddo grinned, and cocked his head to the side. "Forget not the day you were bested by Kore Irka Clan, and trouble our people no more!" With that he drove his sword into Rigwyn's throat. Rigwyn, grasping his punctured, bloody hand let go and his eyes fluttered and the blade made its way through. Blood oozed down his neck and into his armor as the cold steel was felt sliding out the back of his neck. It came to a stop as it hit the ground. His eyes closed. Akaiddo drew his saber out, and pulled himself off Rigwyn. He wiped the saber off. Rigwyn's hands softened and open up. His head flopped to the side slowly. After a short period of time his body began to fade away. Akaiddo clambered back on his Rivnak, pleased."
Rigwyn awakened in the death realm, fully restored and with his belongings in tact less a very expensive saber. He wandered through slowly feeling morbidly depressed. He looked over the edge of the walkway but saw nothing but darkness. As he continued along the path he thought to himself about what true death might be like. Perhaps something like that endless abyss?
He crouched upon a track and peered down watching once-dead souls as they scrambled to find their way out of the death realm. One soul looked rather familiar. He squinted as he tried to get a better look.
Jaida tried to find her way through the darkness, terrified of the beasts that might lurk within. Her eyes filled with tears as she found herself standing in a crossroad, not knowing which path to take. Rigwyn grabbed the edge of the walkway and leaped down at the Ynnwn, still not certain who she was. He landed in a squatting position, touching the pavement with his fingertips. He looked upward at Jaida.
Jaida was shocked at seeing the Diaboli land in front of her, she fell back in horror as she gasped for air. Rigwyn asked her, "Jaida? Is that you?" She hid her face in her palms and shuddered. As she heard Rigwyn's voice her face and her eyes became blank as she struggled to crawl backwards away from him. Rigwyn walked forward with his arms stretched out and a compassionate expression. He said in a sympathetic tone, "Jaida, Its me, Rigwyn."
Jaida continued to crawl backwards, evading his extended arms 'You.. You lied to me!' she stuttered 'Get away from me!' She stood up with the help of the nearby stone ledge, continuing to back away from Rigwyn, who donned a shocked expression and tilted his head, "Lied ? What a terrible crime.. Oh, the horrible things some folks do. Telling lies is surely at the top of the list"
Jaida yelled, still terrified of what he might do to her 'I know what you and my brother have been doing.. I.. I know that he is alive!' Jaida stumbled slightly as she continued to slowly back away. Rigwyn placed a finger on his chin thoughtfully, "Your brother ... Oh ! You mean that guy who you permanently disfigured? The one you tried to burn to death for no reason at all?" Rigwyn advanced towards Jaida as he spoke.
Jaida's eyes teared up. Shivering from the ambiance and scared to death as Rigwyn advanced she sobbed loudly, 'So it's true! How could you do this to me? How.. What have you become?' Rigwyn continued to advance with a condescending tone, "What have I become? Look at yourself before you hurl such accusations. Your brother would be better off if he had died. You made sure he wouldn't die. That he would live life half burnt, half alive!"
Jaida cried, struggling to keep her balance as she continued to back up 'You told me that he was dead!' she yelled obviously upset 'I thought I was getting revenge.. And I hate myself for it' she added. "You should hate yourself !", Rigwyn said, "I was just trying to protect him from assassins like yourself! Who sent you!?". Steadily he continued to advance.
Jaida shivered, coming to a stop as the fear took over. Leaving her petrified, she looked up at Rigwyn with tear filled eyes 'Please.. Please don't hurt me. I'll leave Hydlaa, you wont ever see me again. Please Rigwyn..' Rigwyn chuckled looking around "Hurt you? Leave? No no no.. Jaida, I just want to know a few things, thats all. Like who told you where your brother was! Who was it!"
Rigwyn snapped his head around staring at Jaida as he slowly continued to advance. Jaida swallowed hard. Her breathing becoming even more panicked as he approached. She tried to run past him in sheer desperation but Rigwyn reached out and grabbed her arm as he turned to chase her. Jaida pulled her arm away. Her wrist slipped from his sweaty palms. Not wasting time he continued to chase her. Jaida stumbled forward and turned into a narrow walkway nearby, running as fast as her legs could carry her.
Rigwyn chased Jaida into the Library. He looked around only seeing endless shelves packed with dusty old books. "Come back Jaida.. I wont hurt you!" Rigwyn continued to look around as he grew frustrated. Jaida hid behind one of the bookshelf's, her heart pounding wildly as she closed her eyes. Wanting to sink through the floor.
Rigwyn called out in a song-like voice "Jaaaaaaaaaaida .. come out and plaaaaaaaaaay Jaida", and then peered between a gap in the bookshelf and spotted Jaida standing there on the other side. He thrust his hand though the space and grabbed her by the collar. She screamed as Rigwyn pushed her back before pulling her towards him with a fast jerk, slamming her face against the shelf. Jaida was no match for his strength, Her head bounced back with tremendous force as she fell onto her back. Her eyes fluttered wildly.
Rigwyn shoved the books off the shelf scattering them all over the floor. He jumped forward and climbed though the shelf. Jaida was unable to pose much resistance as her head ached from the trauma. She twisted slightly where she lay as her lips parted in a plead 'Please... Don't..' Ignoring her plead, Rigwyn picked up a rather large book. The title read "The Six Truths". He smirked at the title as he raised the book high and brought it down with both hands. Beating her over the head with it repeatedly. Jaida was swiftly silenced, Her pleads smothered by the vicious beating. Her body twitched as the book was slammed into her head over and over. She tried desperately to raise her arms to defend herself, but to no avail.
Rigwyn tossed the bloody book over his shoulder and then reached down to lift her. Jaida went limp, not able to fight back as she was lifted from the ground and slumped onto Rigwyn's shoulder. Her forehead bloodied by the beating. Rigwyn gasped slightly at the weight of the Ynnwn, then jogged out the door in search for the portal leading topside. He began to make his way through the deathrealm with Jaida on his shoulder.
After a brief jog he suddenly fell into deep hole and landed on a rough railway dropping Jaida in the process. There was no point in trying to keep her from getting bruised. The bars that protruded from it were old and rusty. The hard surface doing nothing to soften the fall as Jaida fell onto the ground like a ragdoll, injuring her back in the process. She regained consciousness given the pain, but was too battered to flee. Rigwyn grabbed Jaida again, slumped her over his shoulder and continued to jog. She squealed given the pain in her back, but could do nothing but cry as Rigwyn carried her through the remaining path. After what seemed like hours they reached a portal in the shape of a face, magic energy glowing within it's mouth.
Rigwyn looked into the portal for a moment, wondering if he would return to the living in close proximity to Jaida or not. After contemplating for a minute he chose to risk it. He closed his eyes and charged into the portal with Jaida over his shoulder.
Both of them returned to the living on a spot of grass, appearing only a few feet from each other. Jaida laid limp on the ground, feeling as if the curse had placed a giant boulder on her chest. She struggled to turn her head, her breathing growing panicked as she saw Rigwyn rise to his feet. Rigwyn rubbed his eyes and looked around. Seeing Jaida he ran over, scooped her up and ran off.
After a while they reached the sewer entrance, Rigwyn peered down the foul hole. Grasping Jaida, he turned backwards and proceeded down. While hauling her though the sewers they passed Gag, a strong, upstanding citizen. Fortunately he did not appear to notice them. Perhaps the shadows had obscured the Diaboli and the Ynnwn. Gag shouted "I will offer any other loot for rat eyes!" but Rigwyn ignored him and continued to make his path onward.
He entered a giant red room with Jaida in his arms. He looked at Viscarina and and dragged Jaida behind a stone pillar where he unloaded her limp body onto the floor. He looked though his sack for something to bind her with. Being the first time she has felt Dakkru's curse upon her she was rendered powerless. She tried to crawl away from him, but she eventually ended up with her cheek pressed against the red stone floor.
Rigwyn pulled out his sword and raised it, aiming the handle at Jaida's head as he brought it down. Jaida was knocked unconscious as the handle connected to the back of her head. Her breathing faded given the extent of her injuries. Rigwyn removed a thin rope from his sack and tied Jaida's hands and feet. He placed a sack over her head and leaned her against the pillar.
Jaida seemed unaware of her surroundings as she was leaned back against the pillar. Rigwyn wrote a small note and then summoned a groffel. He placed the note in Yuck's neck and sendt him off. He thought to himself, "Go Yuck .. find Jacula... Heh heh .. "
Jaida slowly began to regain her awareness, her breathing became panicked as she realized there was a sack over her head. She tried to free herself as she realized that she had been bound, but failed miserably 'Why.. Why are you doing this?' she pleaded. Rigwyn knelt down and whispered to Jaida "There are things far worse than death. Tell me who told you where Jacula was and I'll set you free'
Jaida sobbed, her tears filtered by the sack over her head. She tried to remember the name in fear of what horrid fate awaited her 'It was the menki.. The menki told me!' she cried. Rigwyn grabbed Jaida's shirt and shook her. "Remember the name or I'll skin you alive "Who was it!" Jaida shivered in his grasp. "Mowgeh! she screamed in terror 'Please.. Please don't hurt me!'
Rigwyn slapped Jaida shouting "Don't lie to me wench ! Who was it !" Her head shuddering as she screamed again 'Mogmew.. Mogweh, the menki! please, let me go.. I can't take anymore!' Rigwyn drew a sword and grasped Jaida's arm holding the blade to it. "Missy I'll skin ya alive, one strip a meat at a time. Tell the truth or I'll start removing strips"
Jaida cried out in fear 'It's the truth! I swear on Laanx. It's the truth!' Wanting to be certain that she wasn't lying Rigwyn took his sword and slowly sliced a length of flesh off Jaida's supple forearm. She twitched and screamed in agony as the sword cut in. She repeated the sentence over and over 'Mogweh.. Mogweh!' Rigwyn grumbled looking at Jaida with a disappointed expression. With the hilt of his sword smacked her over the head once more knocking her to the ground.
"Dammit !" Rigwyn thought to himself.
Blood gushed from the wound in her forearm, slowly spreading over the floor. She gasped now and then, having trouble breathing given the sack over her head. Rigwyn watched the sack move in and out as she breathed. To prevent her from dying he cut a little tiny slit in it. He then and reclined as he waited for Jacula to show up. Jaida gasped for air through the tiny slit. Her skin growing unusually pale from the blood loss, her speech slow and forced 'Let me go... Let me go..'
Rigwyn tilted his head examining Jaida who squirmed on the ground, her forearm still bleeding heavily.He took a small healing potion from his side and grasped her flayed arm with one hand as he held the healing potion in the other. Jaida desperately tried to loosen the ropes around her arms. Screaming as he bunched up the loose skin on her arm so that it does not line up right, he began to spill the healing potion on it in an attempt to scar her for life.
A enormous figure suddenly stepped out of the shadows approaching Jaida and Rigwyn. His eyes snapping between the two before setting on Jaida. Jacula had arrived..
To be continued
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[D'oh, my plan for victory just hit the fan harder than a pile of Trepor dung.]
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"The Flames Of Fate"
[The following text contains violent material inappropriate for those faint of heart. If you disapprove, skip this post.]
Jacula sat cloaked in a flowing robe. Watching as a group of Hydlaa residents argued over an unknown topic. His eyes widened slightly as the body language of those who argued grew increasingly violent. His disfigured lips parting in a smile as they tried to contain themselves. Slowly but surely sadistic traits had settled into his mind. leaving him a man controlled by malign urges. As he pondered this alleged predicament while watching as those who argumented desperately tried to contain themselves from bursting he realized how liberated he had become. The enjoyment brought by acting on these newfound instincts was beyond any other, yet the consequences were severe. He had grown careless in that regard, inclined to take his time with whoever was foolish enough to cross him. Slowly ripping them limb from limb as they pleaded for mercy. His contemplation was soon disturbed as a groffel tugged at his leg. He reached down and grabbed the small animal by the neck, lifting it off the ground. He observed as it shivered in his grasp for a while before removing a note from it's usual placement in the animals collar. He let his eyes wander over the writing slowly "Meet me in the red room .. behind the broken pillar. Urgent!". Realizing who it was he quickly rose to his feet, pacing off into the sewers. Rigwyn had found Jaida, the moment of truth was upon him.
The stench of the sewers did little to restrain him as he ran through the narrow catacombs. His his heart pounding with anticipation. Vague cries and pleads could be heard as he sought himself into the giant room hidden within the sewers. He skulked past the giant pillars within, letting the shadows conceal him as the cries grew louder.
A enormous figure suddenly stepped out of the shadows approaching Jaida and Rigwyn. His eyes snapping between the two before setting on Jaida. Jacula had arrived..
As Jacula reached the source of the noise he stepped out of the shadows, his eyes snapping between Jaida and Rigwyn. The diaboli looked up at Jacula while holding Jaida's bloody, seemingly cut up arm "Ah .. so glad you decided to come. I have a little gift for you" Jaida cried as Rigwyn poured healing potion over her injured arm, struggling to breathe with the sack on her head.
Rigwyn reached out for Jaida's collar. lifting her from the ground by it, holding her up to Jacula. He stared at her as he snarled obsessively 'Master be praised..'
Rigwyn shook Jaida, pushing her into Jaculas grasp as he shouted "Who sent you out to kill this man? "
Jacula looked the woman before him up and down. Letting his fingers close in a firm grip around her shoulders, holding her in place. Jaida cried loudly as she shivered in his embrace. Fearing for her very life.
Jacula let a hand wander to her throat, holding her in place as he ripped the sack from her head. He seemed rather surprised given her appearance, staring blindly at her ebon eyes 'Answer his question wench!' he snarled disturbingly,Rigwyn adding to his demand with another shout "Who sent you to burn this man ? "
Jaida shuddered in fear as the masked man ripped the sack from her head. She adverted her gaze, to frightened to look at him 'Mogweh.. It was Mogweh!' she cried. Rigwyn slapped Jaida's back with his palm shouting "Liar ! Mogweh died long ago !" before adding "Its a know fact!" as if playing a mind game with her.
Jacula let out a twisted hiss as he let his hood fall to his shoulders, ripping the metallic mask from his face 'You will look at me when I speak to you, you filthy wench!' he dragged her closer to his disfigured face, his eyes glowing with malign intent. The diaboli shouted again, seemingly wanting her to alter her claim "how does a permadead man send you to kill someone?!"
Jaida was visibly startled as she was forced to look at Jacula, squirming in his grip to get away. She broke down given the hopeless situation, unable to respond in between her sobs. Rigwyn grabbed Jaida by the back of her hair and jerked her towards himself, shouting again "Tell the truth of suffer! Who sent you!"
Jacula smacked his disfigured lips as jaida was pulled back against Rigwyn 'You will feel my pain.. My dear sweet sister.' Rigwyn eventually began to wonder to himself if she was telling the truth after all. But none the less he continued with the interrogation. Jaida cried loudly as she was dragged by the hair, ending up in Rigwyns arms 'I told you!' she screamed 'Please.. Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything! please!'
Rigwyn locked Jaida in place, looking at Jacula and gave him a nod. As if to indicate that he was willing to let her die in his arms. Jacula got a disturbing look in his eyes 'Are you sure wench.. Are you sure that it was Mogweh?' he sneered viciously. Jaida placed her hand on Rigwyn's arm 'Please.. You don't have to do this!' she pleaded as he held her still.
The diaboli spoke to her in a low voice "If this Mogweh is in fact the person that sent you .. Then his wife, five children, his pets and his two closest friends will be tortured. They will not be offered death. I appreciate your honesty Jaida. I would not want the wrong man's family to suffer.'
Jaida gasped in terror 'You.. You monster!' tears slowly seeking their way down her cheeks. Rigwyn continued to mock her "You have done the right thing. The man who order you to do this has a committed a terrible crime. It's only just."
Jacula suddenly punched Jaida in the stomach as Rigwyn held her still, his eyes widening with malevolence. Rigwyn continued to mock her in a child-like voice "Mummy mummy .. father's dead .. and look ! A bad man with an axe ! "
Jaida gasped for air as she was struck, leaning forward from Rigwyns grasp 'Please.. don't..' Jacula began to beat Jaida savagely, his reinforced gauntlets pummeling her ribs and stomach, wanting to cause her as much pain as possible. His eyes widened even more, as if obsessed with the very thought of hurting her. Rigwyn taunted her in the same childish voice , "Mummy . mummy... make him stop !"
Jaida tried to scream, yet as her ribs broke under Jacula's knuckles her voice was smothered. She fell to her knees in pain, uttering a weak plead 'You promised..'
Rigwyn continued to mock her, enticed by the brutal scene "Mummy why does he do this .. just out of nowhere .. what a monster !"
Jacula aimed a final punch at Jaida's jaw, his nostrils flailed wildly as as the bone breaking thud of his fist connecting rose to the ceiling. She was knocked out cold. Her eyes rolling back in her skull as she went limp in Rigwyns arms. She coughed blood from the savage beating, left completely helpless.
Rigwyn felt the weight of Jaida's body in his hands as she fell. Letting go as her muscles went limp, causing her to sag to the ground. "What shall we do with this pile of meat ? " he said. Jacula looked at Rigwyn briefly before his eyes snapped to Jaida's limp body 'The time has come..' he said as he reached for a pouch in his belt, removing a vial containing a flammable liquid. He brought the vial to his mouth, biting the cork from it, spitting it to the ground before pouring the content onto Jaida. He let out a revolting laughter as his eyes glistened with obsession 'Now.. You will feel my pain!' he roared from the bottom of his lungs. Rigwyn looked at the fluid inquisitively, "Acid? Gobble Pheromones? "
Jaida laid limp on the ground, struggling to breathe given the savage beating. She slowly placed her hand on Jaculas boot, as if asking for mercy 'Brother.. You.. You..' she was unable to finish the sentence as the liquid was poured onto her. Jacula threw the vial to the floor as it was emptied, kneeling down to grasp Jaida's hand in his as he spitefully exclaimed 'You are not my sister.. For loyalty is thicker than blood!'
Jaida shivered, blood spewing from her mouth. Smothering her words. She could do nothing but stare at Jacula as he grabbed her hand. He gave Jaida a distasteful look 'You sicken me!' he sneered as his hand incinerated in a spell, causing the flammable liquid to ignite in a scorching flash. Rigwyn stepped back as he saw the flame emerge, Jacula lets go of her hand in turn and stood to his feet, taking a step back as he watched the flames spread over her body. The obsessed glisten in his eyes growing brighter. Rigwyn taunted Jaida once more shouting "Mummy ! mummy !"
Jaida turned and twisted on the ground as her body was engulfed by the flames. A horrid scream rose to the ceiling, her suffering beyond what she has´d ever felt.
Rigwyn turned to Jacula and looked at him thought the flames. "You were right ... I think I'll be having a chat with a certain someone in the near future". Jacula stared at Jaida as she slowly burned to death, as if the world around him seized to exist. His lips parted in a disturbing expression, his eyes seemingly transfixed.
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"Jacula stared at Jaida as she slowly burned to death, as if the world around him seized to exist. His lips parted in a disturbing expression, his eyes seemingly transfixed."
Jaida eventually stopped moving, her burning corpse soon fading. Leaving only a vile smell of burning flesh. Jacula did not take his eyes of the fading corpse, as if not wanting it to vanish, he continued to stare until her body faded completely. He finally looked up, tilting his head backwards before closing his eyes. Taking a deep, satisfied breath. Rigwyn sighted, "Mogweh ... how could you? .. "
Jacula slowly opened his eyes, letting them settle on Rigwyn 'Show no mercy for the serpent my friend..' Rigwyn looks back at Jacula "Mogweh will be dealt with harshly.. I can assure you. Say nothing to him. I don't wish to treat this as a family matter.. rather a personal matter instead." Jacula clasped his hand behind his back 'The family will never know Rigwyn. I have a plan, but first.. There is something I must know'
Rigwyn answered eagerly 'What is it? What would you like to know?' Jacula looked deep into Rigwyns eyes, as if searching for emotion 'Have you learned to trust my judgment?'
The diaboli answered as if ashamed "I trusted Mogweh..What a mistake ..." he stopped for a moment as if to think his words over "Trust takes time, but for what it's worth I trust you a lot more than I did before .. and now more than I did Mogweh." Jacula kept his eyes locked with Rigwyn 'You will come to find that we strive for the same goal Rigwyn. We have a rich history, and I appreciate..' he stopped for a second as if having a difficulty with thanking him 'Your strong faith and determination'. He cupped his chin in his hand as he adverted his gaze seemingly contemplating 'I have a simple request, a final favor.. So to speak'
Rigwyn remained seemingly eager "Oh? A favor, What sort of favor?
Jacula looked back at Rigwyn, visible hate burning in his eyes 'I want Mogweh. I want him to suffer for what he has done to me.. I want to confront him first.. Alone.' he said with an obvious hint of malevolence in his words. Jacula placed his hands on his sides as he bowed his head slightly, as if to indicate respect 'if you would grant me this... favor. I would be in your debt' Rigwyns answer brought a distinct feeling of success to his mind "I don't see a problem with that .. But in order to keep things in the family in balance I'll need to remain disguised.."
And so it was that Jacula had won Rigwyn over, knowing that Mogweh had no one to shield him from what was to come. Jaida had tended to his wishes, and in return he had stabbed her in the back. Sealing her fate in the manner she failed to seal his. The preparations had been made, and Mogweh fate alone remained to be planned.
Why did Jaida lie and claim Mogweh to be the one who had imparted her on Jaculas whereabouts?
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Why did Jaida lie and claim Mogweh to be the one who had imparted her on Jaculas whereabouts?
That's what I'd like to know too! Very impressive lying skills, I have to say xD
As for the write-up, that was evil at it's best, Jacula and Rigwyn make a team of pure terror ;D
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"When It All Falls Down"
Mellas shook her head and turned around. 'I will tell Mogweh everything!'
Jacula looked after Mellas as she left, anger filling his eyes. He turned to Thidin and nodded, knowing what had to be done.
PART ONE
Asking yourself the question of how things got that far… no, it would surprise no one. Jacula had spent most of his latest weeks consumed by anger, rage, wrath. She would be a liar to say she didn’t notice his fierce moods.
Mellas stood in the alleyway to the octarchial house nearby Kada-El’s. Sinking down against the wall in misery and not paying attention to the two guards nearby, watching her with alert eyes. She could still feel the sharp steel of the galkard he pressed against her neck, and the hard smack he had placed on her cheek, causing it to redden and burn as she tumbled sideways. Rubbing her neck, she remembered facing him, trying to talk with him as others ran into the room, filling it with chaos and fading their discussion to a silent nothingness when her other words were ignored. Why was he together with Thidin in a locked room? Why would he press his weapon against her throat the moment she entered? And why… why did he hit her?
She had tried, done what she could. Nothing else mattered to her that moment, only him. It seemed that wasn’t returned as her lover focused on protecting Thidin from Mandrith and others instead. Mogweh was right, he was right all along. Why had she been so blind? Jacula didn’t care anymore, he was angry with her, had enough of her. She had betrayed all her friends, killed and left those who cared for her, lied about so many things to protect him from Yliakum’s citizens that she lost count. She ignored his anger, his need to kill, but slowly, it seemed even her chances of bringing back the old Jacula had vanished.
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Her fingers caught the tears that fell from her eyes as she thought back… back to that moment on the ledge, when she spoke of what had happened between her and Jacula when he had confronted her about Mogweh, and what was yet to come…
Mellas gestured for Mogweh to take a seat beside her, and nodded. 'There was a moment I thought he was going to kill me, it was a bit of a...' she searched for a word. 'Burst of emotions between us, I guess. He thinks you sent Jaida after him...?' With that she sent Mogweh a questioning look. 'Did you?'
Mogweh took a seat next to Mellas and bumped her shoulder with his gently and gave her a wink, 'We used to come here a lot, remember?' he said with a smile then clearing his throat he answered, 'No, I saw her once in the tavern with you and never since. He asked me to keep an eye on her, but to be honest, his kind of involvement with people ends up getting them killed, and I don't like killing, no fun in that at all.'
Mellas smiled up at him as he took a seat beside her and searched for his paw. 'I didn't believe you did it either, I told him to find proof before he would try anything, seeing that it wasn't you, he won't be able to find any,' she said reassuringly. 'I agree with you, that killing is on fun whatsoever, but I don't know how to make him...stop whatever he's doing.'
Mogweh replied flatly, 'He's killing Mellas, that is what he is doing. He is paranoid of anything and anyone. You won’t believe that, and I'm tired of trying to make you see. But, that is the truth. If he get's his way, I will be killed too. He believes that I am poisoning your mind against him and I suspect that he needs you as either a cover or as a link to people he wants to destroy.' The menki sighed heavily and gave her hand a squeeze.
Mellas looked away, the words hurting her more than she'd like to admit. 'I guess there's only one way to find out... and we both know where that will lead to...' she said, returning the squeeze with her hand, and a sad smile on her face. 'Thank you for your honesty, though, if this is indeed true, then I can be blind no longer.' She then sighed and let go of Mogweh's paw, pulling her knees closer to her chest. 'I don't want to die either... why do I fear so?'
Mogweh turned to Mellas and exhaled long and deep,'Finally' he murmered. Then putting his arm around her shoulder he gave her a squeeze,'Well, you won’t be dying if I have anything to say in the matter. Even if I have to...' but he didn’t finish, he just trailed off and gave another squeeze.
Mellas leaned against Mogweh when he put his arm around her shoulders, and a familiar feeling of safety returned. 'There's one way to find out only, but I need you to remain vigilent.'
Mogweh nodded and turned to kiss her forehead, 'Sure, Mellas,’ he said, leaning his head against hers as the two look out over the city. The nolthrir’s face lights into a soft smile before she drifts off once again, her thoughts with their tasks ahead.
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Little did she know something started brewing then and there…
Jacula had watched Mellas and Mogweh from afar. His hands tightening into fists as his eyes narrowed.
Mogweh gave Mellas a small kiss on her head and said in a low voice,'Take care Mellas, and don't worry I'm sure we will be able to resolve all this in due course'. And with that he slipped over the edge to the soft grass below and had gone.
Mellas lay asleep on the ledge, murmuring something while she began to dream...
Jacula seemed enraged, yet he remained silent.
She shook her head and wiped the tears from her face as she got up, not giving the guards nearby a second glance. Obviously they assumed she was a drunk troublemaker from Kada’s, a rather regular occurrence in that narrow alleyway. Guards… how she hated always to evade them. Turning the corner, feeling slightly better, she decided to freshen up at the fountain by the plaza, only to run into someone she was hoping evade from now on… Jacula, riding his rivnak. His gaze dark, angry. The first thing that occurred in her mind was to run. Yet what difference would it make given the speed of his rivnak? It took only a matter of seconds before he blocked her path atop his mount.
Jacula looked down at Mellas 'We need to talk.'
Mellas stopped when she realized running against a rivnak was no use. She prepared a sarcastic comment, but then thought better of it. 'I guess we do.'
Darmyr looked at the ongoing scene, making no sound.
Jacula glared at Darmyr before returning his gaze to Mellas 'Get on. Now!' And offered her his hand. 'I am so sorry…'
Mellas hesitated, then jumped on Jacula's mount, shaking her head. 'Just.. let's just go.'
TO BE CONTINUED...
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"Compulsion"
[The following text contains material which some readers may find disturbing. If you disapprove, skip this post.]
Mellas hesitated, then jumped onto Jacula's mount, shaking her head. 'Just.. let's just go.'
PART TWO
Her grip around Jacula's waist tightened as the rivnak began to pick up speed. He kicked it in it's sides with the heels of his boots, wanting to escape Hydlaa as fast as possible. they rode down the stone path into the woods, the drumming sound of the rivnaks powerful legs fading as they approached the place where Jacula had once proclaimed his love for Mellas. The moment she saw the stone face rising out of the mist in the distance her face softened slightly, doing her best to disguise it as as Jacula slid out of the saddle and landed with a loud thud. It was not the place where they first met, it was the place where their hearts had first spoke… Oh so long ago.
Jacula's will was divided as he stood in front of her. The very though of her helping Mogweh made him sick, he spat as if a disgusting taste had sought itself onto his tongue. His gaze lingering over the lithe nolthrir where she stood. Her beauty had always rendered him powerless, yet earlier that very day he had struck her. For the first time in his life he had crossed the line of violence that had kept him from hurting her. The savage compulsion of ripping her to shreds fought the abstract feeling of love and compassion which he had suppressed for so long. His reactions rendered impulsive given his torn state of mind..
Mellas stood before him, looking at the weapons in his hands. Jacula stared down at the rough surface of the stone. 'you remember this place?' he said as he turned his galkards around in his palms. The blonde elf nodded as she unsheathed her own sabers. 'Of course I remember, how could I not?'
Jacula exclaimed swiftly 'You need to listen to me.' Mellas raised her eyebrows, stepping forward to press the tip of a saber against Jacula's chest. 'Or what?' she hissed as Jacula continued 'You don't mean what you said. You will not tell Mogweh anything.' He turned swiftly turned one galkard around in his palm, striking the saber away from his chest, the cold steel exuding a deafening crash.
The vague vibration of his blade sought itself up his arm, his focus sharpening as his breathing grew faster. A heightened sense of things consumed his torn mind, yet something kept him from burrowing the steel into her chest.
Mellas twirled her sabers in her hands as one of them is hit to the side. 'What does it matter if I do? I already seem to be dead to you anyway.' Jacula turned the second galkard around in his palm 'You don't understand!' He got into a stance as if readying for an attack, but stopped halfway. 'I have to kill you if you do... The bidding... but I...' he almost roared 'I can't! After the hundreds that have fallen by my blades… I can't!'. His breathing grew frantic as his muscles contracted, his menacing expression fading as if a wave of weakness had sought itself over him.
Mellas seemed to be taken aback by the outburst, and gave Jacula an uncertain look. 'This life is not for me... you know it as well as I do. Thidin is more devoted to your... master. You two could be a great team,' she said the words with difficulty, keeping her hazel eyes firmly planted on his. She added thoughtfully, 'maybe you don't have to kill me, maybe I'll just... vanish.'
Jacula knew that she was right. Her initiation into the temple had been a priceless benefit to the blackflame, yet it had slowly torn them apart. He couldn't let her oppose the alleged bidding, his greatest obsession. And so a mind game began, he exclaimed emotionally 'They will come for you if you tell him Mellas, And I will fight them... I will oppose them. But they will kill us both, or even worse!' Mellas growled, stepping forward once more, but keeping her sabers a safe distance from Jacula. 'You would fight them? But why? Why have you been so... so...' she sighed as she couldn’t find the word she was looking for. Jacula dropped his galkards to the ground, the heavy steel landing with a metallic thud. He raised his arms to his sides as he said, 'You know what I am Mellas... You know the monster I have become. End me, for Yliakum's sake.' His breathing grew frantic, nostrils flailing wildly where he stood. Knowing that she wouldn't hurt him at first, yet soon enough a paranoid thought slithered into his mind. What if she did? his twisted little game brought excitement to his mind, his fate left for her to control. A feeling of being helpless which he slowly began to enjoy.
Mellas looked down and sheathed her sabers, then with a swift movement she jumped up to reach for the collar of Jacula’s leather, trying to pull him down. The ynnwn let her bring him to the ground, his back pressed against the stone as he closed his eyes. 'Do it.' his lips began to part in a twisted smile, his heart racing faster than it had done for an eternity. Is this the way his victims had felt as he had taken their life's?
Mellas sat down on top of Jacula and chuckled. 'You sound like me now, you know,' she teased darkly. 'I'm not a killer, unlike yourself.' he breathed heavily as she sat down on top of him. Opening his eyes as he looked into hers. He was left helpless in his state, yet he refrained from freeing himself. The feeling slowly but surely growing on him, getting a sick pleasure out of his predicament.
Maybe it was the surroundings, maybe it was the look in his eyes, maybe it was everything all together that causes a tremble through Mellas’ body. Not one of fear or pain. It was like a spark of the old Jacula returned, or was she only dreaming, was it all another lie? She closed her eyes and leaned down to kiss him, her hair falling around them like a golden curtain. 'Yet I...' she murmured, 'Why do I care so much about a murderer? Ending lives in a split of a second... yet I want you to live, so badly.'
Having felt a moment of weakness Jacula crushed their lips together as she held him down. He bit her bottom lip teasingly as he exclaimed 'And I want you... So badly' Mellas moaned into the kiss, having lost it for a moment as her soft hands slid over his leather clad chest, trying to work it off him. But suddenly, she stopped and leaned back to her sitting position. 'It's too late, Jacula,' she whispered. 'I sent Mogweh a groffel note.'
Something broke inside Jacula given her words. His mind shattered like a branch snapped in two. She had helped him after all, his plan of using her ring to summon Mogweh useless. Part of him wanted to place his hands around her neck and break it, yet the other seemingly whispered to him of lies and deceit. He knew that Mellas meant everything to Mogweh, his urge to ruin his life growing stronger. He leaned in and kissed her again as he exclaimed 'We are dead... Lets make the most of it.', And so it was that they made love.
The darkness of the night had awoken Jacula, He had carefully risen to his feet from Mellas embrace and gazed into the distance of the woods. A soft breeze sought itself through the trees and through his hair, caressing his disfigured cheek. He looked over his shoulder at Mellas where she lay, a peaceful expression adorning her face. His fingers danced lightly over the pommel of a dagger which rested in a sheathe in his belt, to send her piece by piece to Mogweh would had been so easy. He could imagine his crushed expression where he stood, yet he had began to believe in his own lies. Maybe they could be together after all, maybe they could leave everything behind and just vanish? He shrugged as his obsession soon infused his mind again. He had to give her a chance, a way to determine who's interests she had at heart. He laid down beside her again and eventually drifted of into a dream, the soft breeze which had been brought forth by the night eventually fading.
TO BE CONTINUED..
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[*falls out of her chair while leaning forward in anticipation for the next installment*]
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[yeah, needless to say everyone is hooked on the drama. More addictive than half the TV shows out there.]
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[i lol'd... well, i would have if it wasn't for certain peaceful sleepers. oh the drama! jacula should just dump mellas already. he's too clingy for a murderer.]
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[dump her loving, or dump her body? XD]
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"A Web Of Lies"
[The following text contains material which some readers might find disturbing. If you disapprove, skip this post.]
"Maybe they could be together after all, maybe they could leave everything behind and just vanish? He shrugged as his obsession soon infused his mind again. He had to give her a chance, a way to determine who's interests she had at heart. He laid down beside her again and eventually drifted of into a dream, the soft breeze which had been brought forth by the night eventually fading."
PART THREE
Dreams of past endeavors had frequently haunted Jacula in his sleep. His lack of a conscience seemingly compensated by the horrid images of his enemies. These morbid delusions often rendered him to awake screaming and soaked in cold sweat, the gore and mutilated remains of those who had crossed him reminding themselves every time he closed his eyes. Even though he had powerful sadistic traits the dreams failed to bring him enjoyment. The lack of control he experienced in a sleeping state where no less than frightening, he was always left an observant. Unable to interact or communicate with his past, as if his imagination had been restricted by something. His voice muzzled and body chained down, hopelessly trapped and submissive without the means to escape. The scenes of past sins replaying over and over, as if trying to make him understand the error of his ways.
Why did Jaida lie and claim Mogweh to be the one who had imparted her on Jaculas whereabouts?
A particular dream infused his mind that night. The delusion was amazingly lifelike and left him able to interact, leaving him more than a mere observant to his surroundings. A state which he experienced very rarely. He found himself standing in the ruins which he often visited to expand on his understanding of magic. While experimenting on a spell Rigwyn had appeared out of the shadows, the diaboli had an emotionless expression as he approached, both of them engaging in a conversation. Rigwyn had been suspicious of his accusations towards Mogweh, seemingly determined to find her and uncover the truth. His determination had brought doubt to Jacula's mind, and as they split ways he realized that he had to find Jaida first.
The lifelike textures of the dream seemed to grow abstract as he made his way from the ruins, pacing through the terrain with eyes glowing like jewels plucked from the bowels of hell. More animal that ynnwn, driven by the obsession of inflicting Mogweh suffering. As he ran through the wilderness her lithe frame appeared in the distance, his breathing grew heavier as he approached. She turned to him with fear in her ebon eyes, He had found her. The events of his dream grew distorted by this point, as if his mind had suppressed the realistic images of his endeavors. She had screamed at first, yet soon enough he had entangled her in his web of silky woven lies. She was reluctant, suspicious. Her perception consumed by the tales of his deeds. He in turn was amazed how beautiful she was, her traits resembling his before she had burned him. Yet unlike himself she was frail and vulnerable, her eyes filling with tears as he spoke. He told her that he had been framed, his good named spoiled by the false Enkidukai rulers of Ojaveda, as well as the deceitful populous of Hydlaa. Her mind was weak, her naive and trusting demeanor making her so easy to deceive. Yet he nearly failed to contain himself as she told of what had happened, she had been left a note telling of his whereabouts which she showed to him. Yet she had failed to see the who delivered it. In turn she had followed it's instructions, making her way to his shack and burning it to the ground in the belief that Garosan. Jacula's supposed murderer, Had resided inside. this misguided notion bred by Rigwyn's initiative.
A sudden movement cut through the silence or the room, a dark presence seeming to absorb the air as it approached her. Thick dark smog filled her lungs as where she sat, unable to move she gasped for air as she fell onto her back. Her muscles constricted, causing her to shake frantically on the cold ground. As her eyes began to close a blurred figure approached, placing a sealed note in her twitching hands before disappearing.
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"Yet he nearly failed to contain himself as she told of what had happened, she had been left a note telling of his whereabouts which she showed to him."
Jacula had slowly but surely began to realize his folly, his blood boiling as he stood before her. Tempted to slowly rip her apart, making her pay for the damage she had done to him in the belief that she was avenging his death. Mogweh suddenly seemed out of reach, his obsession left unfulfilled. The Blackflame would not be pleased if he decided to act out on his urges, yet his malign compulsion blinded his sense of reason. He told Jaida that he was all she had, and that they after all these years they could be together again. He told her that he forgave her, and so it was that he deceived her in a way which would make most sick to their stomachs. He knew that Rigwyn would torture her, he knew that he wouldn't let her go unharmed. He told her "If you truly are my sister, If you truly love me.. You will do this for me'. And so it was that Jaida had lied when Rigwyn found her, only to be betrayed by Jacula himself, sent screaming into Dakkru's cold embrace by his hand. Mogweh was innocent, yet given Jacula's obsession of him it didn't matter anymore. He had turned the followers of the Blackflame against one of their own, deceiving them all. He would stop at nothing to ruin his life, to quench the malign thirst of his obsession. Yet in doing so, had he not betrayed the Blackflame itself?. The dream eventually ended as the first rays of the azure sun sought themselves onto the stone head where he lay next to Mellas.
Jacula slowly opened his eyes, his lips parting in a smile as the first thing he saw was Mellas, knowing that he had to ensnare her in his web of lies to quench his obsession. She stirred beside him, snuggling a bit closer against his red, warm skin. 'Hmm...' she murmured, not really wanting to wake up. Jacula gave Mellas a slight squeeze 'I had a dream..' he said seemingly absentminded. She blinked a few times, then tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. 'Hm? Dream? Was it a good dream?' she asked softly.
He trailed his hand gently over Mellas stomach 'What if..' he said, seemingly deep in though as lies began to escape his lips 'A dream of you and me.. Starting a new life. Far away'. Mellas smiled warmly and kissed Jacula's cheek. 'Sounds lovely, but... just how possible would it be?' She stretched out beside him, trying to arrange her thoughts. 'Are you serious?'
Jacula placed his hand on Mellas stomach as he exclaimed 'What if you got pregnant?' he gave her a clearly concerned look. In turn she placed her hand over his, a slightly unsettled look crossing her face. 'Then I wouldn't want to die... then I would want to run away to give birth to your child... and face death afterwards.'
Jacula let his hand trail upward over her body. letting it settle on her cheek 'I have the means to make us disappear Melamin.. But we have to stop them from following us.' he sighted deeply as he added 'We need to give them Mogweh. It will keep them looking the other way as we vanish'. Mellas frowned, her gaze darkening. 'Give them Mogweh? Is this some kind of joke? No one can hide from the whisper, right? Isn't that what they always told us? What was written in the books in the library?'. Jacula met her gaze as he answered 'Listen to me. Things are not why they seem' he let his hand settle on hers as he added 'I refuse to let you die for him Melamin. His crime is unforgivable, and life is for the living.. Not those with sealed fates. We can run far away, and they wont know where to look'
Mellas exhaled slowly, turning her head to look at the nature surrounding them. Lush grass, big trees, the occasional consumer wandering about. She felt an inner peace flow through her. 'I'm not dying for him, I'm dying for my own faults. Use your azure magic on him, beloved, and I'm very sure that you will find him innocent of the crime committed against you,' she turned to look into his ebon eyes. 'Truly, can't we just run away? Without any more murders?'
Jacula gave Mellas a blank look 'I have kept the truth from you my love. Only to protect you.. I will not keep another word from you, if you but promise to trust my intentions.' he looked down and closed his eyes 'Can you do that for me?'. Mellas closed her eyes as well, sighing sadly. 'I thought there was no more need to protect me since I joined you in the darkness of the temple that day, I thought the secrets were done for...' she whispered, entwining their fingers. 'I do... trust your intentions... but please do not harm the innocent, it only leads to...' Her other hand was raised up to touch his disfigured face, caring and gently. '...this.'
Jacula looked down at their entwined fingers as he exclaimed 'I have them fooled my love. The servants of the master are as blind as the rest of Yliakum. I.. I want out' he stopped for a moment as his face formed in a uncharacteristically fearful expression 'We need to break the bonds of the whisper, and to do so.. He must be punished.' he searched her eyes affectionately 'He is not innocent in the least. He is a murdering snake.. He must be sacrificed. For the sake of our future.. For the sake of our.. Child'
Mellas smiled, her eyes shining when he mentions he wants out, out of the darkness that consumed his soul since the little boy he once was. 'There is a way to break the bonds with the whisper, truly?' she asked hopefully, stroking her stomach. 'It's not even sure yet if I am pregnant, but to be free once more... you told me once to see Mogweh for who he really is. I need you to know he only means well to me, and that he did not harm you. It's like you two are hunting each other with a certain obsession, I don't understand it...'. She added softly, 'but if it has to be that way... then let me think about it, please.'
Jacula took hold of Mellas hands gently 'You have to realize that this is the only way. This is beyond my personal disliking for him, this is about our future.. And our safety. I would die to protect you Melamin, but it's better to quench the masters thirst with the blood of a serpent, is it not?' he tightened his grip on her hands slightly 'His punishment is our salvation.. Our way out of the darkness!'
Mellas felt the cold stone pressing into her back as he talked to her of Mogweh's blood, the quenching of the whisper's thirst. 'The mere thought,' she murmured , 'makes me feel sick. I want to live... I want you to live... and I want him to live too. Is that such an odd request?' she closed her eyes, feeling his warm hand tightening around hers as she thought. 'To live a life of peace, raising our child... for you to heal and become who you once were... it's, not a mere dream, no more?'. Jacula let his lips part in a reassuring smile 'It can become a reality. No more death and decay.. Only a life of joy and wonder.' his expression suddenly turned into a serious one 'The price for our future lies in his death. It has to be done Mellas. If you trust my intentions. You know that there is no other way'
Mellas shifted uncomfortably, feeling pressed into a corner. A familiar feeling she have had more often, ever since the stepped foot into the dark temple, it seemed her entire world twisted around her bringing decisions before her that would always leave someone hurt. 'Very well...' she whispered, closing her eyes and pulling herself closer against Jacula. 'If there is no other way, then do as you must...'
Jacula embraced Mellas and held her close 'After it is done, all this death and destruction will be a thing of the past. Feel no guilt for him my love, for he is the destroyer of many lifes.' he leaned back slightly as he looked into her eyes 'I need your help. He is hiding in fear of what he has brought upon himself, I need you to contact him and bring him to a secluded spot. Once there.. Our future will be at stake'
Mellas wrapped her arms around Jacula, pressing herself closer against him as she placed a soft kiss on his lips. 'You have my help, I will find him and bring him to a secluded spot, and contact you,' her voice breaks halfway, but the look in her eyes is stronger. 'For our future.'
Jacula seemed delighted by her answer, yet refrained from showing it. 'I love you Melamin.. We will thrive through this hardship' he closed his eyes and returned the kiss affectionately 'Avoid him until this final encounter, don't let his lies ensnare you. All that matters to me is your safety.'
Mellas manages a warm smile, stroking his red chest with her azure hand, once more intrigued by the color combination they made. Jacula, red like an eternal, strong burning fire, and herself, azure like the clearest of waters. 'I love you too, and I trust you. I guess this is our only chance for survival.'
Jacula's lies had seemingly convinced Mellas, yet her alignment was still to be revealed. Would she aid Jacula in capturing Mogweh, and thus quench his obsession?
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[[ Well....
"If you truly are my sister, If you truly love me.. You will do this for me'.
That's why no one should trust you.... :devil:
But fantastically twisted Jacula, very well done \\o//
And Mellas....
Shangshi says: Her sight is clouded by love.
I was right it seems.
**Shangshi sits back and enjoys the show, munching on some cookies**
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[ *steals one of Shangshi's cookies*
The suspense is just about as murderous as Jacula's personality. ;D Can't wait to see what happens next! \\o//
P.S. I always get a giggle out of natural selection and reproduction. Mini fishelved giants running about. :woot: ]
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"A Desperate Departure"
Jacula's lies had seemingly convinced Mellas, yet her alignment was still to be revealed. Would she aid Jacula in capturing Mogweh, and thus quench his obsession?
The day was young, azure rays only just starting to rise over the tops of the hills covering the area to the Bronze Doors. It's a beautiful sight to see, time and time anew. The peace that nature brings, giving a certain wrecked mind at least a little bit of fresh air to think. The blonde nolthrir glanced in the direction of the burial well, a place of death, darkness, the opposition of the feelings that were discovered there. Love, care, devotion... Did the place leave a curse upon them? Was it a sign, the time that they both died at the same time? She in the sewers, and he in the Bronze Doors?
Shaking her head quickly, she does her best to focus on her task and runs a hand through her messy hair, the wind having done a perfect job of leaving it as bewildered and chaotic as her current state of mind. She had to find the only one who took care of her, when no one else was there. She had to find him, and lead him to her lover. Just like once, she had to kill him to rescue her lover. It didn't make any sense, it never made any sense.
A sad smile crosses her face when she spots Mogweh, staring out into the distance. He was alone with his drifter, relaxing on the lush grass and most likely enjoying the moment of pure silence, far from the world of civilization. Part of her didn't want to disturb him, but she had to tell him... she had to let him know...
Mellas looks out over the scenery once more, before climbing up the mountain towards a familiar figure. 'Mogweh?' she asks softly. 'Been looking for you.' Mogweh glances over to the familiar sweet voice of Mellas, and lowering his hood he smiles,'Hello Llas, well you've found me.' He holds his hand up to her cheek, where Jacula hit her the day before, and stares at it for a moment, before lowering it and shaking his head, his face emotionless, calculating and cold,'This has to end Mellas' he says in a soft monotone. Mellas shifts her head away from Mogweh's paw, lowering her gaze to the grass before her feet. 'It ended. He apologized,' she replies, 'Don't worry about me, you have to worry a lot more about yourself, as you know.'
Mogweh inhales, then exhales long and slow before he replies. 'Yes, and it's worse than you think. Before I spoke with you I met with a member of the house of Cheshire. A menki by the name of Shoraal. We talked of a... collaboration between myself and them to capture and imprison Jacula. However, I saw Emmara meeting with Jacula a week ago, half way along the Ojaveda road, and I get the feeling that these foolish simpletons have made a deal with him behind my back. Too busy sniffing each others scents to have any common sense of there own, it would appear.' So that leaves me with very little choice' he pauses looking hard at the Nolthrir as if trying to read her thoughts. Mellas' pointed ears perk up as she listens intently to Mogweh's retelling of what he saw, and shakes her head. 'I doubt they have... but I also doubt they make good allies for you either way. It's a rather weak gathering of Enkidukai, that House of Cheshire, if you don't mind me saying so.' Seeming to become a little bit more comfortable, she stretches her legs out before her. 'Jacula is after you... and he means to kill you, as you already know. Will you confront him?' Her question is simple, sincere, without expectations.
Mogweh stares ahead and replies flatly,'No, my plan is to leave, with you, to the Stone Labyrinths until all this has died down and the Black Flame finally sees him for the liability he is and removes him from the interior of Yliakum' he continues staring ahead, hardly daring to breath as he awaits her response. Mellas lets herself fall back into the grass, looking up at the sky with unusually blank eyes. 'Then there is something I must do instead. It seems that the whisper has given Jacula the order to kill me, so my days are counted. He said he would try to protect me from the whisper, which will certainly claim his death as well.' The blonde Nolthrir falls silent, listening to the chirping of birds around them, as if the day was never brighter. 'Life will go on either way,' she muses.
Mogweh hisses through his teeth in irritation,'Oh wake up Mellas, you really believe *that*. You are too valuable an asset alive to the Whisper. Your contacts with people in Yliakum are still good, you just need to be seen to be removed from Jacula's company. They would trust you again. Neither of us have done anything to displease the Whisper.' He breathes heavily for a some time trying to regain his composure. Mellas closes her eyes, obvious disagreement crossing her face as it hardens. 'I would set that foul library on fire! I would spread letters of the temple's whereabouts all around Yliakum, I want to blasted destroy that filthy altar and all of the victims it's made! But it'll kill them if I do... It'll kill them!' she grits her teeth together, hands clenched into fists beside her as she tries to regain her cool.
Mogweh turns and says,'Well it sounds like we are all going to die what ever happens, so I say lets get out of here now and take our chances in the Labyrinths. We may only have a day, a week, a month, but it will be our day, week or month. Our time, where *we* decide what to do with our lives. ' he pauses and leans towards Mellas ,'Look, I know what we have in life is luck, lets end our time making our own luck. Not dancing to the so called tune of the Whisper.' Mellas sighs and rolls to the side, making her way back up on her two feet. 'Then there is something I must do first,' she says, possibly a little upset. 'If you would please excuse me...' and she begins to walk off, hands on the hilts of her sabres.
Mogweh steps up to her and puts his arm out to embrace her,'Well at least lets part properly in each others arms' he says with warm smile on his face. Mellas gives him an affectionate hug, squeezing him lightly before drawing back. 'Look, Mogweh, I have to do this on my own, okay? Will you meet me at the Stonehead later on?'
Mogweh wraps his arms around her, the soft folds of his velvet cloak warm and inviting as he utters a single word, 'Sleep' The energy of the sleep glyph in his hand flows through her as he watches her eyes for a reaction. Mellas frowns as her attempt to pull back doesn't seem to work as well as she thought it would, her eyelids growing unexpectedly heavy, her limbs falling to the side as she slumps in Mogweh's embrace. 'Why?' she murmurs, the sleep spell quickly taking effect over her body. 'I have to finish...' Mogweh gently lowers the Nolthrir to the ground and summons his drifter before lifting her on to its back and mounting the beast himself. Gripping the reigns he turns for the Bronze doors and the infinite hiding places it possesses...
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The next day, Jacula's groffel receives a gentle scratching behind the ears and a short note attached to its collar.
"Mogweh will meet you by the stonehead".
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"The Punishment"
"The next day, Jacula's groffel receives a gentle scratching behind the ears and a short note attached to its collar."
"Mogweh will meet you by the stonehead".
Jacula stood in the far stretching outskirts of Gurgontid, surrounded by the lush wilderness it held. His unwavering gaze lingered over a nearby body of water where a unknown demorian sat. The fauna provided a sufficient camouflage as he watched the unsuspecting woman, enticed by her lithe frame which was reflected in the glistening water. He ran a few fingers through his unkempt hair as his interest peaked, several urges instantly infusing his mind. Why was it that such a fragile form had sought herself outside the safety of the city?. Picturing others as prey and himself as a hunter had grown to be a frequently accruing mind-set. As if his instincts had grown to be similar to that of an animals, hungering for the flesh of lesser beings. He unconsciously let his fingers dance over the pommel of his sword, it's serrated blade resting in a sheathe strapped to his belt. To claim the energy of another by ending their life was an intoxicating feeling, to rise above a lesser entity by tormenting it even better. To feed on fear and submission a twisted enjoyment. Just as he decided to approach his prey a groffel stumbled through the rough terrain, falling at his feet in exhaustion. The small animal poked his leather boot with it's beak, irritated he ripped his eyes of the unexpected woman and leaned down to remove the note attached to it's collar. His breathing grew heavier as his eyes wandered over each letter in turn before he crumpled the note in his hand. Fueled by obsession he silently departed, making his way through the wilderness in haste as he left the unknown woman with her illusion of safety.
The origin of the massive stonehead was unknown to him, yet the morbid caves that could be found within was a place he had frequented in his studies. He pondered the content of the note as he skulked closer, his obsession rendering him inclined to capture Mogweh as quick as possible only to have him tormented until he begged for death. Yet soon enough paranoid thoughts sought themselves into his mind. Why would Mogweh willingly meet him in a secluded area? the last time they stood face to face the menki had trembled, Seemingly startled by his menacing presence. Mogweh's mind was weak in that regard. Yet he was not a fool. had he drawn him into a trap? his speculation was soon soothed as he realized that Mellas must have sent him the note, given the trademark handwriting. He moved even closer to the opening, and suddenly a voice exuded from it..
A sneering voice could be heard from within the stonehead, echoing through the caverns and up through the mouth, like a teasing whisper. 'Come find me between the dead... if you've got the guts... pal.'
Jacula narrowed his eyes in disbelief, yet fueled by his obsession he swiftly entered the darkness. His heart pounding violently as he made his way down the mouth-shaped opening of the stonehead. In the same moment a shadow of a menki appeared close to Jacula as he entered the burial well. His figure was entirely cloaked, voice heavy and muffled. 'So I was told you needed to speak with me?' he sneered angrily, seemingly making sure to remain in the cover of darkness.
Jacula glared at Mogweh and raised a glyph wasting little time as he attacked him. Violent energy began to glow around it as stones where ripped from the very earth and hurled at him at incredible speed. Mogweh stepped back and instantly raised a glypth of his own, a defensive wind blazing up around him as several stones where casted in various directions. Yet the force of the spell flung him back against the wall. He snarled at the ynnwn. 'That all I need to come here for? That all you got?'
Jacula kept his glyph pointed at Mogweh without saying a word. As the stones crashed into the walls around them with deafening thuds he casted the spell again, trying to send Mogweh to the ground as a powerful surge of mana was drained from him, several stones flung in the menkis direction.
The cloaked menki did not move to evade the stones this time, absorbing his attack head on and fell to his knees with an arm around his chest, coughing. The stones having crushed various parts of his body, leaving him bleeding internally. Yet he grinned at the ynnwn. Jacula felt an uncontrollable anger bubble up inside him as Mogweh fell to his knees, perplexed by his stupidity in facing him alone. He drew his serrated sword from the sheathe in his belt and slowly approached Mogweh, keeping the glyph raised against him.
Mogweh groaned, the voice muffled by the cloth covering his mouth. As Jacula drew near he raised a fake-looking paw to pull his hood slightly lower. 'Revenge... feels good, doesn't it?' he said, spitting some blood to the side. Jacula stopped as Mogweh pulled his hood lower, squinting to make out his features as he kept his sword at the ready. The malign glow in his eyes grew brighter at the sight of the blood. He approached as he pointed the sword at the menki 'Wipe that whelpish grin of your face' he exclaimed in a deep, disturbing voice.
Mogweh refused to stop smirking underneath the cloth, though the reason why could have been to increase of Jacula's violence, and the malevolent glow in his eyes. 'Well,' he replied, keeping his voice low. 'What if I don't?' Jacula moved even closer, trying to stab the tip of his blade into Mogweh's shoulder given his arrogant response. The alleged menki couldn't hold his disguise much longer, an uncharacteristically -high- yelp appeared from his lips when the blade cut into his shoulder, tearing into the thick cloak that covered him entirely. Jacula felt the recoil rush through his arm as the blade burrowed into Mogweh's shoulder. He tried to kick him in the face as he pulled the blade from his flesh, blood splattering all over as he did.
Mogweh closed his eyes tightly, biting his lip to stop from screaming against the fierce pain. His face was jerked roughly to the side by the kick, and now it seemed that all he had to do was to remain as quiet as possible. Thinking that his time was near. Jacula bent down and placed his hand on Mogwehs thick hood, trying to reveal his face as he kept his sword pointed at him, as if he was about to let the blade sink into his chest any second.
Mogweh raised his paw and grasped Jacula's hand the moment he reached to undo his disguise. 'No,' he growled, as low as he could. 'You needed me to die for Mellas to live, just finish it and leave me my privacy.' Jacula let his eyes narrow in suspicion as he grasped his hand. He violently ripped the hood from his head, revealing his face as he snarled. Too consumed by the moment to speak a word.
Mogweh lowered his head the moment Jacula ripped the hood away none the less, revealing a bunch of blonde locks, a light azure face, and two downcast hazel eyes. The fake fur falls from away from the light skin, and the fake paws are shaken off. No need to hide anymore, the disguise failed. Mogweh was never there.
Jacula stepped back in shock, his eyes widening in anger as he looked down at Mellas. He tightened the grip on his blade, as his breathing grew more violent, as if about to burst any second. Mellas had betrayed him, and he found himself numbed in disbelief.
The elf swallowed carefully, a faint taste of blood on her tongue. Yet she did not move, not because she did not want to, but because she couldn't given the violent punishment she had endured. Neither did she try to activate her healing glyphs. She tried to focus her mind away from the pain instead. 'Finish it,' she growled, looking up at Jacula, battered, broken, and bleeding. When he didn't respond, she closed her eyes and let her thoughts travel back to the moment in the Bronze Doors, where the real Mogweh would most likely be right now, or maybe he had already passed through the gates to the land of freedom.. Wherever he was, the thought that he was alive gave her a feeling of comfort. Mogweh did not deserve Jacula's wrath. She thought back on their encounter, as if trying to escape the harsh predicament she found herself in..
Mogweh gently lowered the Nolthrir to the ground and summoned his drifter before lifting her on to it's back and mounting the beast himself. Gripping the reigns he turned for the Bronze doors and the infinite hiding places it possessed.
Mellas murmured something in her magical sleep, turning on her side. It sounded a lot like... 'not finished...' and ...'will fix this.' Mogweh gently stroked the cheek of the sleeping nolthrir as she lay curled up against him, wrapped up warmly in his thick velvet cloak,'Shhhhhhh, rest, dream...' he said softly as he filled her with a wave of Azure energy, ensorcelling her mind with the imaginary landscape of freedom beyond the great gate. Sunny meadows, crystal clear lakes and rolling hills filled with the laughter of her and Mogweh as they ran unfettered and free at last. She had a peaceful expression sliding over her face the moment scenic images appeared in her mind, a feeling of freedom. No sign of the whisper, no sign of darkness, a place all would dream to live. Yet, there's a small shiver in her frame as she slowly stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet with the faint light in the caverns of the Bronze Doors. 'Moggy?' she murmured, trying to adjust herself to this new situation. 'Where am I?'
Mogweh shifted uneasily as Mellas spoke and his spell was broken. He blinked a couple of times and gradually his eyes focused in on the beautiful Nolthrir in his arms, 'We are at the Bronze Doors, gateway to what I believe to be our salvation. You of course may see that differently, but I wanted just one more day with you, and one full night of uninterrupted sleep for you.' he said smiling kindly but his face marred with a shadow of grief. 'It has been close, *he* has come looking for us. I've seen his rivnak passing.' Mellas blinked a couple of times, rubbing her eyes as she sat up and looked around, the wood creaking slightly beneath her as she moved. 'T-the Bronze Doors? You took me the way to -' she broke the sentence and slowly shook her head. 'I don't want you to die, Mogweh. And honestly, I don't want to die either.' Her voice became a soft whisper as she stroked her stomach. 'I have to go back, but you... you can go and leave for the labyrinths. Save your skin, your fur.'
The menki shaked his head sadly. 'What you are saying, it doesn't make sense. What are you going back to… When we spoke on the ledge you finally admitted how you saw him for what he was. What is there to go back to?' he said, his breathing wasslow and deep, a loud rushing of air coming from within his chest.
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Yes, what was there to go back to?
Mellas smiled a bit sadly and reached out to scratch him lightly behind one ear. 'Yes, I know. I have confronted him, and he slapped me across the face. I ran... ran and never meant to return. But he followed me.' The smile on her face grew a little wider. 'It's going to be all right, I can solve this between you two, I can at least try. When I'm done, I will send you a note to meet me.' He stared unmoving at Mellas as she spoke. 'He hit you? You ran never to return. He followed, and now you can solve this?' he said incredulously. 'It sounds to me Mellas, like you ran and made the right decision, he panicked and told you what you needed to hear to gain control of you. He is a base liar Mellas. He has lied to the one who he professed to have given his heart to, for years. There is nothing to be gained by running back there, nothing.' he spat the last words out in contempt.
The nolthrir carefully made her way up on to her feet and stretched out, still smiling, though this time more convinced. 'Yes Mogweh, I can solve this. You will hear from me soon enough, this is the best way, trust me!' She tried to brush her golden locks with azure fingers, rearranging the flowers in her hair that had fallen out during her sleep. 'Whether he is a liar or not, it does not matter any more, you will see when you receive my note.'
Mogweh snatched his cloak around himself and lifted it's hood around his face, his mouth forming into a sneer, deep within it. 'You may leave. As for myself I head for the labyrinths and freedom. You have had your chances Mel-las' he spat out her name spitefully. 'You may embrace your own fate - alone' A deep hissing of air erupted from the back of his throat and he glowered at her, his azure eyes glowing from within the hood.
Mellas reached for a small piece of parchment and graphite and began to write a simple letter. Meanwhile, she brushed the ring on her left hand to summon Jacula's groffel, tying the small note to its collar. 'Off you go,' she murmured, then nodded thankfully to Mogweh. Yet, the sneering voice hurt her, and with her head bowed, she followed the groffel down the stairs. 'Don't go too far... for my note to reach you...' she added softly. The note she knew she might never ever be sending, but who knew…
He sat there with his arms folded, staring at Mellas, his body slightly shaking and his breathing now softer but occasionally interrupted from its rather erratic rhythm. She bit her lip and hesitated, giving him one last look before she vanishes down the wooden ladder, her hand trembling slightly as she held on. 'Be safe then, wherever you are...’
Back inside the dark, twisting tunnels of the stonehead, the nolthrir opened her eyes to stare at the menacing ynnwn before her, almost not believing or recognizing him anymore. Was this what the others were facing when they spoke of a monster attacking them? Was this what he had become? It was as fascinating as it was frightening, to finally see the madness crawling under his skin, to finally truly understand what Mogweh spoke of. Maybe there was another reason why she needed to return...
'He didn't wish to see you, he left for the labyrinths.' She had answered him.
Maybe not the best thing to say, but it was more like she needed to give an explanation about what happened, about why she was there and pretended to be the one he was looking for. Yet it didn’t matter whether she spoke, probably not even if she screamed or cried, Jacula still wouldn’t utter a word to her. Instead, he leaned down and took hold of her ankle, beginning to haul her over the ground deeper into the burial well, as the anger in his eyes growing more powerful.
Mellas moaned in pain and reached out with her hands to lift herself, to lessen the damage. Yet soon enough she realized that there was no way to fight him, she closed her eyes as tightly as she could and just let him drag her over the ground, preparing to either meet up with Dakkru, or an eternal darkness...
TO BE CONTINUED
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"When Love And Death Embrace"
"Mellas moaned in pain and reached out with her hands to lift herself, to lessen the damage. Yet soon enough she realized that there was no way to fight him, she closed her eyes as tightly as she could and just let him drag her over the ground, preparing to either meet up with Dakkru, or an eternal darkness..."
The dry ambiance of the cave caused Jacula's breathing to grow hoarse. the grip around Mellas ankle tightening as he hauled her deeper into the darkness, a malign anger infused his body, leaving veins throbbing out of his forehead as the vague echo's of Mellas agonized moans filled the cave. He was still in disbelief of what she had done, choosing to sacrifice herself for the sake of Mogweh. He gritted his teeth as the mere thought seemed to disgust him. He could easily had carried her into the cave given the extent of her injuries. Yet the pain she received from being hauled over the rocky ground seemed justified due to her betrayal. He eventually grew tired of waiting, deciding to place her in a helpless state where he could confront her of her betrayal. His eyes glowing with the malicious thoughts which had consumed his mind.
Jacula took hold of Mellas’ shoulders and positioned her up against a nearby rock, kneeling down in front of her. His eyes still held a chaotic glow inside them. He stared obsessively at her as he almost roared 'Do you realize what you have done?' She had cried out during the long walk, her back and clothes having been scrubbed raw from the rocks, stones and dirt on the cave floor. When finally up against the rock, she could barely reply, her head falling back limply. 'Save... you both...' she managed to murmur.
In his mind Mogweh had clearly deceived her. Leaving her seemingly blind to his vile nature. Jacula had thought that she would had seen him for what he really was after he had tried to defile her. Instead she had foolishly defended the menki, leaving him an opportunity to flee Jacula's wrath with his tail between his legs. The idea of Mogweh walking away without suffering caused his blood to boil, his demeanor growing increasingly violent.
Jacula shook his head frantically, as if trying to keep himself from a violent outburst 'You have betrayed me for the last time!' he sneered as he placed his hand on her chest, focusing on a spell. A weak flash of crystal magic soon infused her body. Illuminating the cave as it began to heal some of her wounds. Mellas felt the tears burn in her eyes and she did her best not to show the pain. His little skill in crystal magic offering her enough healing to breathe more easily, and decreasing the chance of infection as various wounds closed neatly. 'He is innocent, Jacula, he did not harm you! You can leave for the labyrinths too, be free, I'll be the distraction the whisper needs!' she exclaimed earnestly.
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Jacula instantly let his stiff fingers close around her throat 'You gullible fool!' he snarled loudly. 'The whisper knows all, it sees all... You can't run, you can't hide!' he looked disgusted as the thought of what had to be done crossed his mind, his eyes fluttering slightly. She twitches and struggled to breathe anew when his fingers closed around her throat, her hazel eyes widening in surprise at both his actions and his hurtful words. 'You said the whisper needed a distraction, either me or Mogweh needed to die whereas I seem to be guilty, and Mogweh is not!' she managed to say between gasps for air.
In Jacula's mind Mogweh's alleged innocence didn't matter anymore. Watching Jaida slowly burn to death had don't little to sooth his obsession. Mogweh would had found himself tortured under his blades until death had Mellas not intervened. She had no doubt warned him, and now he had ran into the labyrinths. Jacula realized what punishment awaited him for his betrayal towards the temple, framing one of It's members and deceiving the rest. He realized that Mellas would be dealt with first, leaving him nothing left before finally ending him as well. A form of punishment which he knew that the Blackflame had implemented in the past. Irregardless he was determined not to let Mogweh escape without fear and anguish plaguing him. He wanted the menki to sleep with one eye open in fear of the dark of night, constantly tormented by the guilt and paranoia given his cowardice. He soon realized what should be done, giving both his obsession and Mellas justice.
Mellas's hands reached up to peel Jacula's fingers from her throat. 'Don't be a fool yourself! Or did you still not tell me the truth?' Jacula trailed his hand upwards, his fingers eventually closed around her jaw and held it shut. 'You just killed me... Melamin. Your naive faith of the good in people blind you… If you have the means to contact him summon it, for there is a final goodbye I wish him to receive.'
Mellas seemed thoroughly confused, staring at her lover through tear-filled eyes as she tries to speak. 'After all I've done to protect you... I thought you wanted to stop this darkness within you, this madness. If I just killed you, what's the use in ending me, ending Mogweh, an innocent?' she whispered, stopping her tries to free herself from his hand, resting them on his arm instead as his fingers tightened around her jaw.
Jacula began to search her fingers for a ring of summoning. As he eventually found it he violently pulled it from her finger. Letting Jacula rip the ring from her finger, she limply fell back against the stone as she looked at him, confused. 'What are you doing?' He held the ring up into the vague portion of illumination in the cave, watching it glisten before putting it in the pocket of his robe. He drew a knife from the sheath in his belt, running the blade through her blonde hair before cutting away a lock. He was fueled by his obsession, taking no time to realize what he was doing.' The creature summoned by this ring will find him, will it not?' he sneered obsessively.
Mellas touched her hair, shifting her bruised back against the stone uncomfortably as the knife passed close by her face. 'The creature summoned by this ring? It would be your ring, remember?' she whispered softly, thinking back of the time at the gazebo, where they switched their summoner's rings. 'I don't understand, melamin, why?'
Jacula reached for a vial in one of his pouches, his breathing growing faster as he poured it's content over his dagger. The blade glistened as the green liquid seeped down its intricate edge. He lowered his gaze slightly as he placed his hand on her shoulder 'You are too good for this world melamin... Too blind for the harsh reality it holds.' He let his eyes meet hers from under his hood as the violent energy once again claimed them, his obsession guiding his hand as he tried to stab the dagger into her heart.
Mellas had looked at Jacula as he prepared the dagger with a strange liquid she had never seen before, but her fears told her the worst. Things would’ve been so much easier if he would’ve just killed her in the belief that she was Mogweh. Her thoughts trailed back to a moment with that same, caring menki… when he asked her if Jacula still was the ynnwn she knew all that time ago. “You said that once we found him that you would be happy together, are you? Has he given you the love you deserve?” Mellas thought back when he asked her, back on the times when she met her lover after his regained freedom from the dark temple, closing her eyes as one after the other flies by. The time when she shared her meeting with his sister, his gentle, yet angry reaction. The time he asked Aces for their protection in the gazebo, his stumped finger... Thidin's whisper "you can't escape your fate, Mellas, hasn't he talked with you?", the various threats on her lover, and the various threats from him to her friends... The memories swiftly go even farther back. Picnics, his proposal by the warm fire in Kada's, playing hide and seek... A strange contrast with the current coldness of his changing nature.
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Back then, she had turned to Mogweh and smiled. 'He has given me more than I deserve.'
But now… had he really? Had her hope for him always been forlorn?
His breathing grew faster as he felt the dagger's razor sharp tip burrow into her chest, piercing her heart. The green liquid was a poison which had been extracted from the deadly Arangma. He had studied the branches of alchemy, yet his skills where still lacking. The harsh reality of the moment soon revealed itself to him as the obsessive compulsions which claimed his mind faded.
'My love?' she had asked, searching for his eyes as her lips parted to tell him a last secret, the poisoned dagger piercing her heart only seconds after. She never got the chance to confirm, though… didn’t he already know? 'I carry... your child...' Her hands twitched momentarily in their search for his, before her eyes slowly fell shut, her body slipped down the rough stone behind her, dead.
Jacula felt his heart skip a beat given her last words. His hand trembling around the dagger before he let it go, he leaned forward. His head pressed against her shoulder as he closed his eyes. A tear sought its way down his cheek, yet his obsession remained unfulfilled. He placed a hand on her cheek and kissed her softly on the forehead. Knowing that they could never truly be together in this life, as he had grown to be a malign shell of who he once was. His thoughts wandered back to the times of past, yet his obsession soon claimed his mind once again. Maybe they could be together in true death? forever..
'We will soon be together my love... We will soon be together.'
Jacula carefully slid the ring he had given her as he proposed off her finger, squeezing it tightly in the palm of his hand as he sat before Mellas. Her body began to lighten, becoming a pure pale as the blood stopped flowing within her. The green poison spread swiftly, doing its work in utter silence as her body didn't fade away. Yet, on her face there was a peaceful expression, even if there where tear stains on her cheeks, even if she had various wounds covering her skin. Who knew, maybe there was more light within the complete darkness than we ever knew of.
Jacula gently grasped Mellas arms and crossed them over her chest, rising to his feet as he boiled with anger and sorrow, his obsession having rendered him to kill his beloved for the sake of causing Mogweh as much suffering as possible, and to save her from the fate the Blackflame would had bestowed upon her. He looked down at her peaceful expression as he exclaimed 'Rest my love... Soon I will join you.' He then departed with heavy steps, his obsession fueling his twisted mind.
A strange sensation crept up on him as he made his way out of the burial well, leaving his beloved in it's cold depth. He summoned his rivnak and rode through the thick wilderness, stopping at nothing as he repeatedly kicked it in it's sides with his heels. With nothing to lose an inner chaos consumed his mind, the heavy thuds of the rivnak picking up speed filling his ears. His breathing grew uneven, his grasps on the rivnaks reigns tightening. His mannerism like that of a starved beast, slowly closing in on It's prey. As he entered the far stretching outskirts of the bronze doors he rode until the legs of his mount could take no more, it's bloodied shins shuddering under his weight.
He slid out of the saddle, landing on the ground with a heavy thud. He decided to cover the last distance on foot, and so it was the he found himself before the great doors leading to the labyrinths. He reached into the pocket of his robe, squeezing the ring he had plucked from Mellas finger in his palm. He summoned the groffel it held with a flick of his wrist, taking the time to write a letter which he strapped to It's collar. Being sure to attach a lock of Mellas blond hair to the parchment.
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"He summoned the groffel it held with a flick of his wrist, taking the time to write a letter which he strapped to It's collar."
He sent the small creature through the gates in search of Mogweh, yet there was no feeling of closure to be had. He took a deep screeching breath as he closed his eyes, knowing that he had taken everything from him. His obsession partially fulfilled, yet at what cost?. Nightfall soon beckoned, shadows seeped over the outskirts. Embracing it's lush fields of grass and trees in darkness. He turned and made his way back to his exhausted mount, ready to stand before the Blackflame and take his punishment, ready to join Mellas in true death.. Where they would be together, forever?
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"Servility"
He turned and made his way back to his exhausted mount, ready to stand before the Blackflame and take his punishment, ready to join Mellas in true death.. Where they would be together, forever?
Hydlaa seemed clad in a deplorable shade of grey as he rode through the gates. As if It's otherwise colorful and lively ambiance had faded into a hollow nothingness. He wasted little time in making his way to the sewers, having accepted what awaited it felt as if he was already dead. The world around him slowly but surely fading, gently embracing him in a calm and caring serenity.
The gruel like sewage splattered over the filthy stones as Jacula slowly walked into the depths of the catacombs that laid hidden underground. His menacing shadow wandered over the walls as he tightened the grip on his torch, rats shunning his presence in fear. The echoes of his heavy steps bounced against the walls as he found himself standing before the hidden entrance which would lead one into the temple. The ancient mechanism slowly opened, allowing him entry into the enclave of those devoted to the Blackflame. The intricate floors where covered in dust, as where the various bookshelf's looming from the floors, containing the tomes of old.
A distinct icy ambiance made itself known as he slowly made his way through the main chamber. Entering one of the narrow tunnels which led him to the altar. The silence held a disturbing feeling to it, It's otherwise serene effect failing to sooth his mind. He let his torch fall out of his hand and land with a hollow thud, It's flames soon smothered by the cold stone which adorned the floor in a exquisite pattern. He approached the altar and fell to his knees on the stone dais which served as It's base, his head slouching forward as he awaited the punishment for his betrayal. The seconds that passed seemed like an eternity, his imposing frame shivering slightly, never one to be truly intimidated. Yet he knew that one who did not fear the masters power was nothing but a fool. He held Mellas ring tightly in the palm of his hand, his breathing growing deeper as he came to accept the idea of being joined with her in true death.
Yet death never came. His initial approach soon shattering as the ambiance around him remained. He rose to his feet, his grip tightening around Mellas ring as he breathing grew heavier, tortured by the constant silence. His eyes darted around the room as he roared 'What are you waiting for!?'. His echo was the only answer given, the room soon regaining It's unbearable silence. His breathing grew frantic as his hands began to shudder, the lack of an answer growing increasingly torturous.
A figure stepped out of the shadows of the room, her purple cloak scraped over the intricate floors as she inched closer. Jacula turned at the sound of movement, his eyes focusing in on the small stature and smooth mannerism of the approaching figure. The garment has been stained by the filth of the sewers, yet it still gave It's bearer a certain appearance of grace and elegance. The cloaked figure let the hood fall to her shoulders, revealing a strikingly beautiful face. Jacula swallowed a lump in his throat as he looked upon the beautiful ylian, his head instantly lowering in respect. It was Serana who stood before him, his tutor and in many ways his mother. Their paths had crossed years ago, the distinct memory reminding itself as she placed a soft scented hand on his disfigured cheek. "Jacula.. You have grown" she said as her lips parted in a soft smile. He had been but a child as he had been beaten and thrown into the sewers for his crimes. Never to look upon the sunlight again, had it not been for Serana.
Jacula, a boy sent astray. Walking the path of evil deeds. Schooled in theft and deceit was he, as he roamed the rotten street's of Hydlaa in his youth. through stealing, robbery and lies he made his way. Yet the guilt of his crimes slowly ate him alive. How it pained his heart to put his filthy blade to the throats of innocents. Only to stay alive another day, Only to repeat the deeds the next. For days, months and years it slowly ate away at him from the inside.
One day he could no longer cope with the guilt of his deeds. As an old dwarf pleaded him not to take his hard earned tria, the guilt guided his hand into dropping his knife. Only to be struck to the ground by his victim shortly after. The guards had dragged him through the city, his vision blurred from the forceful blow. Yet they would not waste their time with scum like him for long, he knew this. Not fighting back as they almost ripped him apart between themselves. Beating him into unconsciousness only to throw him down a manhole in the filthy street. He plunged into the sewers, never to look upon the azure sun again, where he could never hurt another person. Hoping that he would slowly dissolve in the stench which guarded those hidden and forgotten.
Battered and bruised he had struggled to his feet. The darkness scared him so.. With fear in his eyes he skulked the depth of what would be his tomb. The tears of his victims slowly replaying in his head, their screams and pleads ringing in his ears. For days and nights the young boy walked the filth, three rats following his every step. Eager to sink their teeth into the boy, even if he was mere skin and bone. Eventually his burning thirst and hunger brought him to his knees, the rats moving closer, lurking in every shadow. Their hissing had echoed against the walls. The boy closed his eyes, hiding his face in his palms as they moved closer. He had been shaking in fear, yet he had been too weak to rise to his feet. Wondering if this was how the victims of his desperate deeds had felt.
He had opened his eyes as a sudden slash of a sword severed the head of the rat before him, another stomped upon with a loud crack, leaving its spine broken. The third kicked into the wall, hitting it with a echoing thud. He shook visibly, the tall female Ylian standing in front of him placed her bloodied sword on the ground. Holding him close to her as she kneeled in the sewage before him. A cold smile upon her face 'Shh.. ' she whispered 'You may call me Serana, don't be scared'. He looked up, her beautifully glistening eyes making him forget all about the darkness around him. He had never been truly held by another person before, the warmth of her embrace in contrast with the cold sewer making him feel safe. She lit a small fire, covering his bruised body in a warm blanket, Placing his head in her lap. Carefully running her fingers through his dirty hair 'It's going to be alright, I'm here to protect you' she had whispered before glancing at the beheaded rat nearby 'You must be hungry' she had said as she slowly stroked the filth from his ragged hair.
The smell of rat meat roasting over the fire filled the sewer, the boy ate heartily. His greedy lips sucking the meat of the bones as he looked up at Serana from time to time, she had looked delighted. Fascinated as she had watched him eat like the rat meat was the meal of a king. He licked his finger's looking up at her with a appreciative smile. 'Come, there i someone i want you to meet' she had whispered before taking his hand, leading him deeper into the sewers. They walked for a while, the only sound breaking the silence being their uneven steps. Serana suddenly stopped, bowing gracefully as a demorian had stepped out of the shadows. The elf observed Jacula with a firm glare before looking back at Serana 'So you found a filthy little clacker.. What do we call him?'. She looked down at the boy 'What is your name child?' her warm smile having filled him with a sense of security. The boy clung to her hand as he looked up at the demorian 'J-Jacula' he stuttered with fright in his eyes. The elf smiled solemnly 'Call me Relliom, clacker.' he had looked back at Serana and nodded slightly, before cracking Jacula over the head with his wand. He fell back in the sewage, his vision blurred and ears ringing. Yet he can feel Serana's soft scented hand on his cheek. His eyes closed at he had drifted off. Carried him to the temple where the whisper had been planted in his mind.
Her touch was soft and caring, yet he knew that her grace and beauty was deceptive, failing to mirror the cold and ruthless person which rested within. Her intentions remained unknown to him, his grip on Mellas ring tightening as a wave of hopelessness washed over him. Serana carefully grasped his hand, his steel enclosed fingers offering little resistance as she opened it. Jacula swallowed hard as she plucked the ring from his palm, weakened by her mere presence. She studied the ring briefly before letting it fall to the ground, his eyes snapping to where it landed. She withdrew her hand from his cheek, her fingers brushing over his disfigured lips before she turned and said 'Come, there is something I wish to show you.'
Jacula shuddered slightly as he looked down at the ring where it laid on the cold floor. His gaze was eventually ripped of it, lingering Serana as she stepped into the shadows of a nearby tunnel. He submissively followed her with heavy steps, The icy ambiance the altar room held fading as he entered the main chamber. She stood by a nearby shelf, her glistening eyes wandering over the various books it held. Serana's lips parted in a cold smile as she removed one of them from It's place, trailing her fingers over the intricate leather bound frame as she looked back at Jacula 'Closer' she said softly, upon which he approached obediently.
Jacula felt another shiver forcefully embrace his spine where he stood, his hands shaking slightly in her presence. 'Kneel' she said in the same soft, deceptive tone of voice. Upon which he fell to his knees, bowing his head submissively. Malign thoughts filled his mind where he sat, disgusted by his own servility. He felt as weak as he had been so many years ago, without the means to hide it. Serana let another cold smile adorn her lips as she watched him shudder 'I want to tell you a story. Listen well and absorb It's meaning'.
Jacula felt his heart pound heavily within his chest, his eyes locked onto her. As if everything around them seized to exist. He lowered his head further, as Serana carefully flipped through the pages of the book. Eventually stopping as she began to read for him. His eyes wandered over It's bleached leather cover which read "D'herrid, Book Of Rising"
"Using his spear as the cane for which to steady his wavering gait, he ascended the incline. Nay, not true steps of stone befell his path, nor of wood. The stacked bodies of foe and ally alike set grip to his path. His spear point gave steady hold in his climb, plunging deep in the flesh of those not fit to give further air to breath. It was only he who lived, and only he who deserved the climb. His brother's own face he stepped upon to push himself lastly over the wall. Reward belonged only to him."
Serana stopped as she looked down at Jacula where he kneeled, her lips forming in another cold smile. The pounding within his chest grew increasingly violent as cold sweat began to seek It's way down his brow, his ebon eyes meeting her gaze briefly. Before adverting them submissively 'You know what I have done..'. Serana stepped closer to him after putting the book back in place in the shelf 'I do my child, the question is. Do you?'
Jacula's breathing grew heavier as the passage she had read to him began to make sense. His submissive mannerism transcending into a violent one as he rose to his feet, his menacing stature looming far above Serana's. He searched his mind as she stood before him, realizing the intent of her words.
"The stacked bodies of foe and ally alike set grip to his path."
He felt his hands tighten into fists, violent energy burning in his eyes as he transfixed his gaze with the floor 'No..'. Serana moved up to him, placing a hand on one of his heavily reinforced pauldrons 'She was not truly devoted my child. Her usefulness was spent long ago. Don't cling onto the past'. He felt the rage within him rise as she rested her hand on his shoulder, his voice transcending into a snarl "NO!'. Every fiber in his body wanted to reach out and rip his tutor to shreds, yet the power she held over him soon brought a sense of hopelessness to his mind. Leaving him unable to act out on his instincts.
"His spear point gave steady hold in his climb, plunging deep in the flesh of those not fit to give further air to breath."
He slowly but surely felt malign urges claim his mind, yet he remained in his predicament. As if something greater than Serana herself had locked his body in place. The cold smile adorning her lips remained as she spoke 'You have served your god without realizing it child, take pride in what you have accomplished'.
"It was only he who lived, and only he who deserved the climb. His brother's own face he stepped upon to push himself lastly over the wall."
The miserable reality of the situation was soon made clear to him. He had entered the temple seeking the end, wanting to join his beloved in true death. Yet slowly he began to realize that he had been but a tool in the masters hand, cleansing the temple of one lacking faith. Driving the one who had initiated her into the depth of the labyrinths in fear of his wrath. He had ruined Mogweh's existence, stepping on his brother's to rise above. Only to slay his beloved Mellas. Not for his own benefit, but for that of the Blackflame. Something snapped within him as he realized that he had been used, his previously adverted gaze settled malevolently on Serana. He reached out and grabbed her by the throat. Her smile quickly vanished as his mannerism had changed from a submissive to a dominant one, her eyes telling of fear as his metal enclosed fingers tightened around her windpipe.
Whatever bond they shared didn't matter anymore, in his mind the only comfort in the predicament he found himself in would be to feel the warmth of her blood seep into the chinks of his gauntlet. Yet just as he was about to crush her throat in his grasp a sharp voice could be heard nearby 'Don't be a foolish little clacker'. Jacula spun around in the direction of the sound. Letting Serana slump to the ground as a short, hooded figure stepped out of the shadows.
Relliom calmly approached him with his hands clasped confidently behind his back, looking down at Serana which sat wheezing on the ground. Struggling to regain her breath. He looked back at Jacula as he exclaimed 'Your anger has been so useful, don't ruin your fate like this.'. Jacula breathed heavily, his malicious instincts focused in on Relliom as he snarled 'My fate is not for you to decide'. He turned his back to the elf as he gave Serana a distasteful look where she sat 'Neither is it for you to control'. He began to walk towards the exit defiantly, the sense of hopelessness he had felt transcending into rage.
Relliom raised his voice as he held a ring into the vague portion of light in the room 'Don't wander too far Jacula. Work of great importance beckons'. He turned as his eyes snapped back on Relliom, eventually lingering over the Mellas ring which rested in his claw-like fingers. Jacula approached with heavy steps, his teeth gritted as he snatched the small piece of jewelry from his grasp. He turned his back again and departed without a word, his very existence shattered as he went over the endeavors which had led him to the temple.
Serana rose to her feet in disbelief as Jacula left. Bringing a hand to her sore throat 'He is out of control Relliom, we cannot keep him in the dark for long'. Relliom let his eyes wander over Serana as he solemnly exclaimed 'Give him time. He will return, and his anger will fade'. She lowered her head slightly as she retorted 'Yet his scars will not.. What if he learns the truth?'. Relliom answered firmly 'If he does his usefulness will come to an end. Master willing he will remain misguided'.
Jacula wandered through the filth filled with malign compulsion. He had been deceived just like he had deceived others. He squeezed Mellas ring tightly in the palm of his hand as he pondered his predicament. He had been but a tool in the hands of the Blackflame, giving more than he could possibly have imagined to It's benefit. His roar rose to the ceiling and spread as an echo, striking fright in all creatures residing within the sewers.
(http://i43.tinypic.com/2mo6y3o.jpg)
"Reward belonged only to him."
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[ \\o// Three cheers for evil .. hip hip .. Hooray ! \\o// ;D ::) :( :'( Though I wonder how Melly and Mog are doing ... :-\ ]
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You know Rigwyn, this plot has missed your delicate 'smash your face in, eat it and laugh' touch as of late.
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[relliom looks like a lady... i guess that's staying true to the game? ;D btw what does jacula's hair actually look like? it seems to change all the time. oh, and is this "over"? am i asking too many questions?]
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@Sarras [Ummm, Serana was the female and Relliom was referred to as a male upon his arrival.]
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[The last writeup's are being worked on, sadly many of them has been delayed due to to RL complications. My thanks for the patience and work of all the talented writers contributing. Stay tuned and enjoy, much is still to be revealed :thumbup: ]
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A Howling Flame
Recent events had drained Shangshi, it felt like fate had grabbed him by his ankles and smashed him face first into the ground while yelling at him 'LOOK YOU IDIOT!!!!!!' The mirroring of current events with some of those which had gone before had not avoided Shangshi, he had seen it. He knew what was happening, and he knew why it happening much like first run though. But that wasn't enough, no matter the lies that had been spewed at him from people trying to suffocate the truth from him, he could always see it. The little glimmers in the corner of one's eye, the hesitation in a breath, a look that said a thousand words. This had begun to infuriate him, he knew all there was to know, but WHY could he not stop this s*** from happening to him twice, he just could not fathom.
After one of many conversations and with events of recent hollowing him out he had mounted his Rivnak and briskly made his way to the howling well. It was still light when he reached his destination. The tilted back stone face, mouth a gasp, screaming to the crystal waiting for the next corpse to be lost in its depths. He paid little attention to the coarse stone as he made his way over the lip and deep inside.
The darkness of the tunnels within quickly swallowing him whole.
As he progressed deeper into the well, he stopped dead as a rather innocent looking rock grabbed his attention. Staring it down he clenched his fists tightly, if it weren't for his gloves his nails would have dug through his flesh and into the bones in the palms of his hands. The silence and darkness of the well penetrated deeply, making him feel at ease. A thought from a now deceased tutor suddenly popped into his head "All truths lay in Darkness" this thought enraged him. Opening his mouth wide he screamed with frustration ...
"WHAT GOOD IS KNOWING THE TRUTH IF NO GOOD COMES FROM KNOWING IT!!!!"
His right hand then rose and his fingers slowly unfurled with his palm in front of his face. In the darkness he stared at where he knew his hand would be, at first slowly it began to heat, first warm then hot.... finally a ferocious heat emanated from it, the heat caused the surrounding darkness itself to shimmer. Shangshi slowly turned his hand and extended his arm towards the innocent rock that had earlier caught his attention. Heat burst forth from his hand and the rock instantly began to bubble and evaporated into the shadows. Keeping the energies summoned he lowered his hand to his side and channelled the heat into the ground beside him which boiled and bubbled alongside him as he began walking deeper into the burial well.
The molten rock trail left behind Shangshi shed a dim light upon the tunnel walls as he followed a well trodden path into the depth of the well. After many undulations and bends in the tunnels he paused, the dim light which weakly fought back the darkness began to dance upon the still fresh skin of a recent corpse. The body was Nolthrir and was laying back against the tunnel wall, her arms had been carefully crossed across her chest. Extruding from her chest above her heart was a dagger with the remains of an unknown green liquid upon it. Shangshi stopped still and approached the corpse, knowing that given the age, whatever had happen had resulted in a premature end to a life. As Shangshi paced over he quenched the heat coming from his hand. The remaining flickering light illuminated the Nolthrir’s skin revealing it to be pale, the blood having long since drained away from her skin, similar to that of a recently murdered body. As Shangshi looked at her face he saw that it was Mellas, tilting his head he saw a peaceful expression upon her face as she lay motionless in front of him, true death seemingly had taken a hold of her.
Shangshi looked down at Mellas, having obviously only recently been left in her current position. He knelt slowly and leant in looking closely at her, examining the apparent peaceful expression on her face. Her expression gave nothing away concerning the struggle that occurred resulting in her being left where she was. His eyes danced about her face and then her battered, bruised and broken body, the marks seeming being caused from a beating possibly from rocks being thrown at her.
Shangshi’s eyes finally stopped with the dagger in Mellas’ chest. Slowly he reached out and grasped the dagger, pulling on it. Mellas’ chest moved forward with the dagger as if it was stuck to her body, she slumped back down as it gently slipped from her chest. His eyes then caught the dull light of the tunnel glistening on the stained blade the discolouration stimulated him to immediately incinerate the dagger in a searing heat, burning off whatever may have been on it. A deep wound was left above her heart, the skin round it heavily infused with the substance from the dagger and obviously more green than any other part of her body.
Shangshi twisted the dagger between his thumb and first finger as he sat silently looking at it. Mellas twitched almost immeasurably, the poison within her veins keeping her from reacting to the sudden agony. The minute movement was unnoticed by Shangshi in the almost complete darkness, if Mellas wasn’t dead, she is very far gone.
Shangshi sat with a ponderous look on his face no feelings of sadness or remorse came to him not needing to waste thought on it, he did consider what, if anything he should say to Jacula when a little smirk appeared on his face... 'If he doesn’t already know' he thought. He started talking, essentially to himself "It's a shame you never really allowed yourself to see Jacula for what he was.” Shangshi’s eyes were still on the dagger as he swirled it “You know what Mellas, I always felt there was more to you than you ever really showed. A Shame I never got to find out what." He swirled the dagger in his hand once more and thinking nothing of it slipped the blade hard into Mellas' thigh.
Mellas twitched again as the blade dug deep into her thigh, the faintest of breaths escaped from her lungs. Within the wisp of air an undertone of pain could be heard, slight and petite, but still there. Within her seemingly silent veins barely one drop of blood flowed from the newly created wound, and it seems the little blood that did appear had a slight green tinge to it.
Shangshi sat watching Mellas, two fingers were drumming on the dagger now in her leg. Reaching his hand out he cupped Mellas' chin and gently raised her head. As he watched her a silent momentary hiss came from her as her lungs tried to grasp at some air. In the deathly silence of the darkening tunnel Shangshi stared at Mellas, the hiss rang like a chiming bell in his ears. His eyes jumped down at the dagger, the slightest hints of bleeding visible. His eyes looked back to Mellas' face, the truth of the situation hitting him, coincidence? luck? fate? whatever it was that brought him to this position, he could barely believe there was any chance Mellas was anything but dead. As a small test he clenched a fist and swung his hand heavily down onto Mellas' chest to see what she does.
Mellas was somewhat jostled forward by Shangshi's blow, her arms slipped down her chest and fell limply at her sides. Her lips slipped apart and a slight moaning sound escaped, as life was weakly fighting within her, her eyes fluttered once as she fell back against the rock. The actions were of a body not yet ready to give up. Maybe there was some life in her after all, even though her heart doesn't seem to be beating... or was it?
Shangshi pushed the five fingers tips of his right hand round the knife wound in Mellas' chest. Concentrating, the darkness round his hand began to shimmer again as he conjured an intense flame within the cage formed by his fingers. As the fire storm built in strength, Shangshi bent his fingers, moving his palm closer to the wound in Mellas' chest. The flames licked across her clothes, the moment he moved his hand closer they were engulfed in flame and turned to ash. The flames then danced across Mellas' exposed skin being pushing into it as Shangshi's palm continued to move. The poison rich flesh round the dagger wound blistered and boiled as it too was carbonised and disappeared as ash. Even being this close to true death the pain of having her chest burnt away caused Mellas to open her eyes completely, filled with agony. Her lips parted in a breathless scream as her eyes stared at Shangshi. Whether Mellas was conscious behind her eyes was anyone guess. As the fire continued burning Mellas away, it began to spread through her veins. The left side of her torso seemed to be alive with fire and lit from within. Her head snapped to the right as it began to slowly spread up her neck. As Shangshi continued, True Death seemed to be being slowly beaten back, one step at a time. Her eyes, already open began to awaken. They seemed to want to tell Shangshi something, that maybe she didn't want to die........ maybe that the person who killed her wasn't who she expected it to be........ maybe..... maybe there's a hint of thankfulness in them too. In the limited light of the tunnel this was lost, captured as so many things are by the darkness.
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Shangshi proceeded to pull the dagger out of Mellas' leg and before it was completely out dragged it along her leg cutting her trousers and the top layer of her skin. Tossing the dagger away and grabbed her exposed leg tightly. What healing he was capable of doing he channelled into her lower body, with the intention of healing enough of Mellas, just enough, to ensure she would survive a trip to Dakkru. Knowing full well that her body wasn't capable of surviving the trip, Dakkru would take her soul and she would be lost to the True Death.
Mellas suddenly began to shiver uncontrollably. Shangshi's efforts had caused the poison's effects to be lessened. Mellas took a clear breath in and one hand reached out, lightly trying to touch Shangshi's before her arm crumpled under the effort and it fell limp.
Shangshi knew that he was no healer and had no hope of ensuring any sort of recovery from the state Mellas was in, so he would leave it to Dakkru to decide. He withdrew both his hands from Mellas and leaning, collected the dagger once more. He took a moment and looked at Mellas, to the freshly incinerated flesh on her chest, the incapacitatingly deep knife wounds on her leg and then finally to her face. This may have seemed odd to any observer, some sort of experiment for Shangshi, perhaps he has much to gain in doing it, perhaps this is just for fun, whatever the exact reason was unclear. He quickly grabbed Mellas' hair and pulled her head back abruptly, with one movement of the dagger deeply cut her throat to hasten her passage. Mellas made a small sound before the blade reached her throat, a comment that she was just unable to make. As the blade finished cutting through her neck the little blood that was moving within her left with a slight gurgling noise before she finally became entirely limp and fell back against the stone with a thud.
Finally, entirely, dead. The ring on the hand that reached for him seemed to be missing, as if someone violently tore it away, as well as her summoner's ring. Slowly, ever so slowly, her body began to flicker, and finally fade away. Rescued from the darkness of eternal death, embraced by the mercy of Dakkru.
Shangshi stayed knelt on the ground next to Mellas until she had been taken by Dakkru's. After watching her die he slowly raised to his feet and dagger in hand took some time to dust himself off. A steely look is now glazed over Shangshi's, a strength and determination fill his movements. And with one final glance at the now empty bloodied spot he conjures the incredible heat he had before and with another trail of molten rock continued deeper into the howling well.
[ Thanks to Mellas for getting herself almost killed, this was alot of fun to do, and thanks to her for checking my write up and making the pic. ]
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what is this crap crapping up this not-so-crappy other crap? remove it please!
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@Yahaa: :offtopic: don't ruin other people's threads with something like this....that was rude. Pretty much you have just managed to put graffiti on someone's well thought out thread.
Moderator: Please remove the off topic, insensitive, careless posting by Yahaa. Then please remove my post so that it doesn't look out of place.
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[Not dead? O.o WAIT! This ruins my give Mellas a pyre funeral plan!]
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The visual imagery of the red line in the caves really stood out in my mind and I had to laugh at how Shangshi *saved* Mellas evilly.
*_* *_* Er eh .. Mellas ? You *ARE* returning from the DR, right ?
/me bites his fingernails nervously as he anticipates the worst.
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Guys this is epic, makes me miss PS, keep up the epicness..
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"Realization"
Jacula wandered through the filth filled with malign compulsion. He had been deceived just like he had deceived others. He squeezed Mellas ring tightly in the palm of his hand as he pondered his predicament. He had been but a tool in the hands of the Blackflame, giving more than he could possibly have imagined to It's benefit. His roar rose to the ceiling and spread as an echo, striking fright in all creatures residing within the sewers.
Jacula's surroundings where clad in darkness, It's cold and windy ambiance mirroring the harsh reality of what his life had become. He had wandered into the wilds, the sounds of branches snapping under his feet rising to the crystal. Shattering the serenity of the wilderness time and time again. The cruel irony of his endeavors had not been lost on him, yet being oblivious of the masters intentions bothered him greatly. He continued to wander through the rough terrain, making his way through the dark fauna without a destination in mind.
Hours into the cold night he found himself standing on a plateau overlooking the landscape. He had climbed it as if to rise above the darkness which rode low in the wilderness, ancient roots and boulders steadying his wavering gait.
A serene breeze searched It's way through the tree tops, caressing his disfigured cheek. His eyes wandered over the shadow clad landscape, the anger that had guided his hand to the benefit of the master pounding fiercely inside his chest.
His anger soon transcended into sorrow as he thought back to the burial well where he had plunged a dagger into his beloved heart. Her expression had been peaceful as she had closed her eyes, yet the pain she had felt within must had been unbearable. He looked down at her ring, which still rested in the palm of his hand. For the first time of what had seemed like an eternity his own cruelty became evident to him. He had not cared for her tears as he had dragged her over the cavern ground, scraping her body raw against the stone.
She had told him that she carried his child just as the poisoned steel had punctured her heart, a notion which he had been better of not knowing. As he had left her to rot within the burial well their past endeavors had reminded themselves. The first time he had looked upon her, the first time their lips had touched. The joy and wonder her mere presence had brought to his mind. Each soft sight of love as she had held him in her affectionate embrace, shattered by a final gasp of death.
As he sat back in the moist grass he realized that he had been led blindly astray. Serving the Blackflame had been the foundation of his life. It had been there when no one else cared, it had comforted him as he had cried. In a way it had raised him as It's own, from a weak beggar to a malign fiend. Poisoning his mind, year after year. Leaving him with the twisted illusion of power.
In Jacula's mind he had been but a tool, as had all who swore allegiance to the master. The tomes of old spoke of a time when the one who is Blackflame would claim It's rightful place as a god of gods, a sovereign force above all others. As he contemplated he realized that the path leading there was not only littered with the bodies of enemies, but that of the followers themselves.
Even when such a goal was achieved, the suffering of those devoted would fuel the master's thirst. In his mind devotion was the greatest lie, and the rewards but an illusion. No matter how much he had given, no matter how many life's he claimed and ruined. He would always remain servile, chained down to the altar like a slave. Deluded to think he was shaping his own fate, when in reality his destiny was but a product of the masters will.
The idea of being a slave did not appeal to Jacula in the least. Being dominated and subordinate without the means to form one's own fate brought forth a uncharacteristic feeling of desperation, as well as self disgust.
Embraced by the lush grass he eventually drifted off into a slumber. The darkness of night shutting down his senses as exhaustion weighed down on his eyelids. Soft moss serving as his pillow as troubled dreams infused his mind.
Jacula stood upon a battlefield, soaked in the blood and filth of others. As he gazed over the decaying corpses their eyes slowly opened, their gaze transfixed upon his person. With a shield grasped firmly in his left hand he wandered over them, plunging his sword into the flesh of his onlookers. Yet as the eyes of one would roll back into It's skull, another ten would open among the decaying bodies.
The sky omitted a vile glow, as if fueled by the stench from the rotting dead. One after one he impaled, only to have ten others stare. Eventually the eyes of thousands where transfixed upon his frame, their unwavering gaze piercing the bone and flesh of the fallen. Condemning each move that he made, every breath that he took.
The feel of warm blood upon his skin did little to mask the morbid cycle which he fueled. His shield began to grow heavy, the hilt of his sword growing slippery with blood and innards. He suddenly found himself standing before a nolthrir, her blond hair caught in a soft breeze which carried the stench of the decay. The eyes of the dead dug into them, yet he had eyes only for her. The hazel color within them draining his strength and malice.
(http://img71.imageshack.us/img71/2295/mellfin.jpg)
His shield fell onto the rot which covered the soil beneath them, the point of his sword spiked into the earth. Her eyes dug into his, yet there was no expression adorning her face. He suddenly felt his hand guided to the pommel of a dagger resting in his belt, the blade digging into her chest almost instantly after leaving It's sheathe. She brushed her fingers over the wound and brought it to her lips before she fell back onto the decay, her eyes joined in the gaze of the dead surrounding him. Condemning his every breath, draining his strength for every second which passed
Eventually he found himself slumping to the ground, his body having grown too heavy to stand upright. The vengeful dead soon reached out for him, drawing him further into their decaying embrace.
Jacula was awoken by the violent pounding in his chest, cold sweat rushing down his brow. The wilderness was still clad in darkness, the ambience of the platue silent and serene. It had been countless nights since he had a peaceful sleep, nightmares torturing him seemingly every time he drifted off into a slumber. The newfound notion of the Blackflame has not left his mind, if anything it had grown to be more intense. Was there a way to break the bond's of the whisper and rise above the servility it had demanded?
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[Wow. Jacula has emotions!? :o]
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"Dakkru's Mercy"
Everything was a dark, red haze before her unseeing eyes. The pain seemed to be neverending, for even in utter darkness she felt it, twinging and stinging her mind in a sudden flash of red hot agony. Her veins burned, her skin was on fire, the life-sucking poison thickening within… until suddenly… nothing.
The blonde nolthrir looked up, barely even recognizing the stone surface surrounding her, forming a familiar, dark and foreboding cave. The cave that was known as the entrance into Dakkru’s domain, a place where only the dead could live and wander if the goddess would allow them to. Yet why… why did she feel so weak?
Time was lost to her as it flew past. She struggled over the trapdoors and rails that covered the death realm’s paths, wondering if maybe, maybe Dakkru shouldn’t have taken her this time. Or maybe, this was true death after all. She would never have the strength to find her way out, the poison ran too deep. Was she doomed to face the sight of her horrific city and its residents for all eternity?
The dead ran by in a blur of figures and faces, none would stop. Maybe an occasional glance her way as she lay still and silent on the edge of the bridges. Breathing, resting. Standing up again, pressing on. Stopping, resting, breathing…. Just breathing in the air of the dead, if there was any air to breathe down there at all. Until suddenly…
A menki with two daggers in his skilled paws came to a halt. He spoke in a confident tone, a tone that threw her off.
“What an unexpected meet.”
(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r58/MellasFenixxes/INsideDR2.png)
Confused by the interruption to her endless cycle of nothingness, her eyes began to focus, and she noticed the weapons in the menki’s hands, stepping back instantly on her shaking feet. Her clothes were burnt, leaving nothing but brownish rags to cover her up. Hair and skin was dirty with dried bloodied sand that stuck to her from her previous endeavors in the howling well.
”Unexpected? Meet? What?” she mumbled, repeating his words as if trying to make any more sense out of them. The menki apologized and sheathed the daggers right away, his demeanor simple and polite. The nolthrir frowned in return, keeping her distance as she tried to bring her thoughts under control. “Who are you?”
“My name is Enkanu Mokratis, my lady. No need to fear me, I mean you no harm. I was simply surprised to see such a rare beauty in this ugly Talad forgotten place.” He spoke gently, his voice holding a ring of truth to it concerning his harmless attitude, yet… did she hear well enough? Mellas tried to hold her ragged clothes together and frowned again. “Do I know you? What do you want?”
The menki raised his hands, trying to calm her down. “I merely wanted to exchange a couple of words.”
Mellas slowly nodded upon seeing Enkanu raise his hands. 'Alright,' she said, softer this time. 'How can I help you?' He smiled, happy to see Mellas calming down. “Care to join me on the journey out of this place?”
A chance! Who would’ve thought? Someone to help her out, but just how wise would that be, would Dakkru let her go? Was she ready? Mellas shook her head carefully, eyes wide. “I can't, I can't leave now... I'm much too weak to step outside, if I ever find the way.”
Enkanu blinked slowly 'Embracing the fear will only bring more fear upon you, there's nothing to be afraid of outside... thanks to our gods, we can get back there as many times as we want. I've ventured myself through this place several times, let's go outside together.” He took several steps towards the exit, understating his point. “Are you coming?”
Mellas lowered herself back to where she sat before, on the edge of the dark bridge. “I don't want to die again, sir Enkanu. And I won't be able to keep up with you. The jump down over there will surely kill me anew,” she said, sighing. 'But please go, no one likes to stay here, don't let me keep you.” The menki proved to be more stubborn than she had expected, and refused to go. “I won't let you in here all by yourself,” he said as he calmly walked over to the blonde nolthrir. “What's your name dear lady?”
Mellas looked up at the unfamiliar menki, flinching slightly as she wonders anew about the stranger’s identity. They normally aren’t this kind, especially not in the Death Realm. “I was just wondering why you were so determined not to leave me, without even knowing my name,” she said in response, chuckling lightly. 'It's Mellas, Mellas Fenixxes. Pleasure to meet you Enkanu.” She still knew her manners after all, even if she was a long, long way from who she was all those years ago.
Enkanu smiled again, “The pleasure is all mine Mellas. Now come with me, I’ll jump first, my feet can take that height easily, then you will follow, and I’ll catch you. Deal?”
She returned the smile warmly; he was right. What did she have to lose? “I just wish it would be under better circumstances... “
“We create our own circumstances my dear, things are never a coincidence,” was his wise response. She looked ahead, trying to sort out the sudden available options, then sighed and nodded, staggering back up on her feet. “Very well... I can at least try.”
The menki took her hand as he smiled, taking her down the path and onto a broken pillar that lead the both of them to a large hole, with another one of those barred and railed bridges below. The nolthrir was already exhausted, close to her limits, and there was no other way down…
“You jump when I tell you to, alright?”
She breathed heavily and just nodded, too tired to even think of a complaint or objection as the feline easily jumped down the ledge.
“Alright Mellas, jump!” he shouted as he turned back to look up at her.
Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she tries not to think of the fall, or anything that would happen after. Just letting yourself drop, that shouldn’t be too hard…
Enkanu firmly caught Mellas, smiling warmly at her once more before setting her back on her feet. “There, it wasn’t that bad was it? Are you all right? Can you walk?” She gave Enkanu a slightly confused look, but then forgot as she tried to find her footing, holding on to him when they gave way.
“Eh oh, easy now. Better I carry you on my back. What do you say? Come.” Mellas looked hesitant at that suggestion. 'Why? Why are you doing all this?” She had never even met this enkidukai. What was he up to? Why did he even care? But the menki wouldn’t listen to her question as he simply swung Mellas on his back, grappling her feet close to him. 'Hold on tight to my neck all right? We don't want you falling off,” he said as he continued the journey with small steps, careful not to frighten the poor girl. And she, she just blinked and held on to Enkanu's neck, now thoroughly overwhelmed and confused.
Soon enough, the portal comes into sight, both of them recognizing the designs of freedom, of life. Mellas slightly tightened her hold on Enkanu’s neck when she realized where they were. “Why are you doing all this?” She asked fuzzily, trying once again to understand, but he shakes her off with a smile as he continued to walk. “I'll tell you a story when we get out.” Half unconscious on Enkanu's back, almost entirely drained of energy, the blonde elf can only agree as he takes her out of the darkness, and back into the light, back amongst the living. A place she was never meant to see again.
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Fresh air, afternoon light from the shining crystal. Bright, clear, and very much alive, Mellas took her time to enjoy the little things that made life so special. Yet, as glad as she was to have left the Death Realm, she had to watch her back. *They* would probably send her to an eternal death all over when they saw her, *it* would know she had returned.
The menki put her down gently into the lush grass behind Harnquists’ smithy, and grabbed a few herbs from his backpack, starting to prepare a greenish concoction. “How do you feel?” he asked shortly after, offering her the potion he just made. “Drink this, it will give you strength.”
The nolthrir took a small sip, pulling a face at the taste before she concentrated to get back on her two feet, eventually slumping back to the grass again. “What is it?” she managed to ask. “It's one of my special brews,” he replied. “Drink up girl, come on! You will feel a lot better when it kicks in.” Nodding, she took a deep breath before she drank it all, wiping her mouth afterwards. 'It does give me more strength,' she admitted, looking around wearily. Too public of an area, she could be seen. "But I still feel so tired... Let’s please leave this place.”
Upon her request to find a safer spot, Enkanu looked around and lifted her up carefully into his furry arms again. “Alright, let's go then.” However, it was already too late. She had been seen by another member of the dark circle… no one other than Thidin Pelusi, who frowned the moment she saw the elf in her weakened state… and followed.
It was a long run over the roads to Ojaveda, through the last hours of the afternoon as dusk began to set. The menki slipped off the path, heading towards a familiar lake, none other than the pool of stealth. The moment he caught sight of a campfire, he slowed down and approached the silent hilltop.
Thidin jumped off her rivnak, instantly confronting Enkanu. She had made no secret of her pursuit. "What happened to her?"
The elf in question held on to Enkanu and still looked pale, jostled about by the long run. Her gaze was somewhat hollow, body wrecked with shivers, unsually weak for someone who just came out of the Death Realm. Enkanu carefully explained what happened down in the Death Realm, to which Thidin answered with something rather unexpected. "She needs help," she stated, handing over a purple cloak to keep the elf warmer and more covered up. Why was Thidin helping her? Was it for Marqsaynt? Or was she helping her because she was a member of their organization? Didn’t the fenki know?
Enkanu and Thidin appeared to be bickering for a while. Mellas’ ears couldn’t quite catch everyone that was said, as she lived in thoughts of her own, pointed ears twitching uncomfortably. The menki seemed determined to take care of her as he cooked some food to give her the strength to survive. How long would she survive before she would be found again? A certain fenki already knew her location after all. It was over. It was all over.
Yet Thidin just walked over to her Rivnak. "If she is hurt, I'll find you." She hissed the warning to the menki before taking off, leaving Mellas even more confused than she was before. She had half expected Thidin’s dagger in her back, but instead the fenki seemed to offer protection. Why? Why on Yliakum would she…?
Enkanu breathed more easily as Thidin has left and talked to himself. “Finally, some peace and quiet.”
In response, the blonde elf sighed and nodded, her exhausted body falling back against Enkanu, who would stroke the nolthrir’s hair while whispering, "Go to sleep for now girl. Everything will be fine." Looking at the fire before closing her eyes, she remembered how that same kind of fire ran through her body not long ago, remembered how it destroyed so many things as she fell into a slumber, holding on to Thidin’s purple cloak. No thoughts now, just peace.
Enkanu looked at the fire as well while holding her tight. Thinking how nicely the wood cracks, admiring the colors of the flames. He followed one of the sparkles with an empty gaze towards the sky, before he joined her in a deep, healing sleep.
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During the night, a small groffel appeared on top of the hill. The adorable creature was battered and scratched and looked close to death. His little face lit up when he saw Mellas safe and sound, sleeping beside Enkanu. He dragged himself to her side, trying to give her foot a nudge to wake her, before the light was extinguished for this brave little groffel, and he died. A small note was attached to his collar, which read: "Mellas, I send this as a final play to this game of ours. Should you wish to find me, and are indeed still alive, I will be at the place where I first hid, where you came and sat with me, some weeks ago. I will be there in one weeks time at midday for one hour only. Take care of Puk for me. I don't want him getting lost on the way home."
When Enkanu woke the next morning, the blonde nolthrir was gone.
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"Together at Last"
Mellas, it had always been about Mellas... He'd watch her destroy lives for her selfish pursuit of Jacula, a man who everyone but she could see was evil. She had begun the path already, the little quests for the minions of the Black Flame that lived in the sewer, and for a long time Mogweh had been working on Mellas, listening to her, inhabiting the thoughts and feelings that she had confided in him.
A slim figure slowly emerges in the distance and makes it's way up the darkened grassy hill towards the mouth of the cave. She is exhausted as she finally arrives with her yellow and golden dress scratched and torn, "Mogweh?" she whispers, "Are you there?" Getting to his feet the menki's face breaks into a smile, "Llas!" he exclaims as relief washes over him, warming him against the cold wind. "I didn't dare..." - then pausing to take in her appearance - "You look terrible - here" he says, and with a simple gesture white crystal energy flows through the air and into Mellas' body sealing shut her wounds.
Whether it is the relief of seeing him or the feeling of pleasure as he rids her of her torment she doesn't know, but as the spell ends Mellas bursts into tears. She tries to wrap her arms around Mogweh, falling into him with pure tiredness and exhaustion. "You're here, I made it, I thought I'd never see you again... I thought..." she swallows and just lets the tears fall. Mogweh embraces Mellas tightly, taking her in his arms and exhaling for what seemed to be the first time since he had received Jacula's note. "It's over then, whatever you did has worked and we are free. I knew he was lying, I knew it!" he says his voice filled with joy.
Mellas leans back and rubs her hazel eyes, "What are you talking about? What note?" she says softly. "He sent you a note?" She looks up at him from within their embrace, both worried and confused. "W-what did he tell you?" Mogweh smiles grimly for a moment, but as he gazes into those beautiful hazel eyes all sign of darkness, even in the shadow of the Bronze doors themselves, vanishes and he says calmly, "He implied he had tortured you to death" - he swallows - "said he had committed the worst atrocity and had given you a true-death." Mellas lowers her gaze and places her hand over her heart, trying to step back from their hug. "I had no idea... he is safe then, isn't he? I thought I could do the right thing, I didn't want..." she takes a deep, shaking breath. "I didn't want for him to use it against you."
Mogweh's brow furrows when she pulls away and his eyes tighten slightly round the edges as his mind begins to move in it's familiar clinical direction. "Tell me what happened after we parted, please" he says, the words cold and without emotion. She raises a hand to her head as she recalls the past, the pain in her eyes mirroring the events. "I - I sent Jacula a note, like I promised. I told him where he could find you, Mogweh" she says quietly, keeping her head down.
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He freezes for a second, the irises of his azure eyes narrowing, and his heart beating loudly in his chest as he senses betrayal. But she was here, he was alive. Time begins once again and the rush of air into his lungs calms him. He replies, "But here I stand, unharmed.. so you created a deception" a small smile flickers across his lips, "and he came..." - he looks her over - "tell me the rest." Mellas wraps her arms around herself as the cold wind howls past them, sending her blonde locks flying across her pale face. "Yes..." she says with a small nod. "I, thought I could save him, if he thought he killed you, then he could run too. So, I dressed up like you, the way I know you.. the way he knows you..." she looks like she wants to say more, but bites her lip and grows silent.
Mogweh's hand reaches out to Mellas' arm, lightly touching it as he senses the conflict within her, "Tell me Llas, please" he says resisting the urge to push her too hard. The cold wind continues to whip around the rocks as Mellas shakes her head and steps back again, the emotions battling within her. "He really wanted to kill you, Mogweh" she whispers, barely audibly "He really wanted to... but when it was almost over, he found out..." Mogweh draws his midnight blue cloak about his shoulders as he looks down at the floor, blinking away his tears, "Tell me" he repeats softly, his words carried away on the wind. Mellas slowly slips down to the ground, her eyes flickering uncomfortably. "He..." she bites her tongue from saying something, then continues. "Then he stabbed his dagger through -" she stops again, this time simply because the words refuse to come out at all. "He knew... he knew! and he still..."
Mogweh falls to his knees and takes Mellas in his arms holding her tightly, kissing her soft blonde locks as sorrowful tears flow freely down his cheeks, "Mellas, I... I'm so sorry." is all he can manage as he shakes his head gently as it rests against hers. Desperately she searches for his paws and holds on to him like her life depended on it. "When I got your note... I got here as fast as I could. I could barely walk, Mog, I'm sorry" she exclaims, breaking down. "I should have listened to you.. truly should have listened to you..." she says mumbling, muttering and rattling all the words together in a mixture of hurt, confusion, like she can't handle the swift pace in which one image and thought after the other flies by.
Pausing to let her calm herself in his embrace, he lifts her hands to his lips and he kisses them several times. Eventually he nods his head and says flatly, "Yes, it is as I foretold. So, he ended you, but not permanently like his message to me indicated. You are here, shaken, but very much alive." He kisses her hands once more as she swallows and places his paw over her heart. "There's a burn wound... right there," she whispers. "Stabbed with a greenish liquid... a poison. Someone burnt it out.. gave me a chance to fade to the Death Realm. If the dark lady would want me there..." she sighs. "And thankfully, it seems like she did." Mogweh looks at Mellas' chest as she draws his paw to her heart, his finger tips gently seeking out the wound, "Arangma blood! Yes, that would do it. But, you where saved, how and by whom?"
Mellas breathes deeply in... and out again, as if treasuring the fresh air that surrounds them. "Shangshi, the dermorian. He said he found me whilst unleashing his anger on the dead residing in the burial well, she explains, keeping her gaze on his azure eyes. Mogweh sinks back, "Shangshi? Shangshi saved you?" he says in disbelief, "I wonder what dark purpose motivated him to do that? Perhaps he tires of Jacula's presence as much as...” he thinks for a moment “or may be it's something else, but if he is involved nothing is as it seems." His eyes narrow and he pauses to think again. "I really want to get out of here. I want sunny meadows and laughter, not all this constant ...hatred" he says, watching the effect his words have upon her. Mellas sighs, her eyes filling with tears anew at the mention of his dreams. 'I have nothing to return to..' she whispers. '*It* will find me, and kill all those I care for...' she crawls back into the menki's warm embrace.
Mogweh smiles as he holds her tightly against his fur, feeling not only the warmth of Mellas' skin in his arms, but the exquisite pleasure of victory.
Gently rocking her from side to side he whispers, "Shhh. Shhh. Nothing is going to hurt you now. Not with me here.” - he takes hold of her shoulders in his paws and says looking into her eyes once more - “Hey, I've found us a place, it's not much, just a simple cottage in a forest. It has a small stream at the end of the garden and herbs leading up to the front door. When you arrive, the scent is the first thing that greets you. Inside, is a large open fireplace with a huge rug made from the fur of a creature I have never seen before. It's soft and thick and perfect for curling up in at night. Mellas, we are free. This is it. He has lost himself to whatever demons he worships and we are free to live, love and be happy." - then with sneer "The Pundactum Bloodline has been severed, and it has bled to death. All that remains is a lifeless corpse waiting for it's inevitable doom."
Mellas breaks her gaze away from Mogweh at his last words, an azure hand lowering itself to lie protectively on her stomach. 'I don't wish to die... Mogweh, not yet. Just the peace I've always been told of... take me there, to that cottage. Where the whisper will never find me, please...' she hides her face in his chest, not wanting him to see the desperate expression on her face. 'I'm so tired of all the lies, the intrigues.'
Mogweh's gaze lingers for a moment on her stomach as he nods and smiles to himself, his mind flickering to their one night of passion some weeks earlier. "Okay Llas, I just need to do one last thing before we set off. A quick trip to Hydlaa and back. I'll be there no longer than an couple of hours. Pteromortus, has been rested so I shan't be long. Okay?" he says, lovingly brushing the hair from her face. Mellas looks confused as she glances at his drifter. 'Where are you going? I thought you were never going back to Hydlaa?' she asks softly, leaning back to look him in the eyes again, her own red from crying. Sensing the disquiet within her, he smiles reassuringly, 'I'll be there so briefly, it will be like I was never gone. I just have to leave word with Aces, we don't want her worrying, do we." he says making a tiny mock salute and grinning impishly.
Mogweh sighs and his brow furrows slightly as he looks about, "Of course, I wouldn't have to go if the little scamp would finally make his way back to me. How long ago did you say you saw Puk?" he asks, pretending to not want to know the depths to which his familiar's navigation skills had sunk.
Mellas's breathing falters, and the tears in her eyes run more freely once more, sliding down her cheek one by one. 'Puk... he was the sweetest little darling of a groffel I've ever known,' she tells Mogweh, evading his gaze as her voice breaks. 'He seemed so happy when he finally found me and nudged my foot with his little beak. And then, then he just...' There are tremors coursing through her frame as she manages to say the last words. 'There was nothing I could do to save him, nothing.'
Mogweh looks down, "Ahh Puk what did I do to you boy?" Taking a deep breath he pulls Mellas close to him so that he can feel better in her embrace. Mellas tightens her hold on the menki as she whispers her apologies. 'I was battered, Mogweh, scarred, bleeding. Maybe he ran into a vilenaut, the sweetheart... he was always so sweet, and even then, he still did what you asked him to. She can't speak any more and just continues to cry in Mogweh's arms.
Mogweh waits for Mellas' sobs to die down and he kisses her forehead. Getting to his feet he says, "I won't be long" and walks to his drifter. Mellas nods and curls up, closing her eyes as she rests on the ground. 'I'll be here,' she tells him, 'I'll wait, please return soon.' Mogweh leaps into Pteromortus' saddle, "I'll be back before the crystal begins to lighten. Take to a caves if you sense danger". He urges the drifter forward and speeds away across the planes.
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True to his word the light from the crystal has not begin to glow and he can barely make out the curled up shape of the sleeping Nolthrir. As he gets closer he sees straight away that Mellas appears to have cried herself to sleep, the tear stains visible on her face, though her expression seems to be somewhat more at ease. Her chest rises slowly, heart beating calmly. He kneels down and whispers softly under his breath the words of a spell as he gently strokes her cheek with the back of his paw. Crystal energy flows into her, "Mellas?" he says.
She stirs at the sound of his voice and the familiar feel of crystal magic flowing through her body. She flutters her eyes against the new light of day and looks at the silhouette of Mogweh, as slowly more and more of him becomes visible. 'Moggy?' she says sleepily, then yawns. 'You're back!'
Mogweh chuckles and he kisses the top of her head, "Aye, that is the last of it" he says as he helps her to her feet. Mellas carefully stands up, feeling much better than the night before, as if the sight of Mogweh has shown her new chances. *Safer* chances for the future. Mogweh smiles at Mellas, acknowledging her thoughts, there was nothing left to do , but leave, "Ready?" he asks, holding out his hand.
Mellas looks at Mogweh's paw, then at his shining eyes, before lowering her own hand into his firm furry paw after all. 'Yes,' she replies, looking out over the hidden valley. 'As ready as I'll ever be.'
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[I have been very busy lately, I hope to be able to finish and post the epilogue soon enough. Thank you for your patience, I hope that you have enjoyed the event thus far :)]
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"The Bloodline - Epilogue"
Jacula was awoken by the violent pounding in his chest, cold sweat rushing down his brow. The wilderness was still clad in darkness, the ambiance of the plateau silent and serene. It had been countless nights since he had a peaceful sleep, nightmares torturing him seemingly every time he drifted off into a slumber. The newfound notion of the Blackflame has not left his mind, if anything it had grown to be more intense. Was there a way to break the bond's of the whisper and rise above the servility it had demanded?
The cold embrace of the night forced itself upon Jacula as he sought himself to the source of his servility, the icy winds cut trough the thick garment of his robe and brought chills to his frame. As he walked through Hydlaa's desolated streets a soft rain began to fall from the sky, eventually transcending into a heavy downpour which soaked through his robe.
The sight of water seeping into the cracks of the cobblestone paved street brought contemplation to his mind as he walked upon it. "One day a merciless rain will wash these streets clean of the filth inhabiting it, laying a foundation for a new rule to grasp the reigns of the city" he snarled under his breath.
The murky ambiance of the sewers engulfed Jacula's soaked frame as he made his path through It's dark tunnels. The stench of rot rode low over the filth encrusted ground, worsening as he sought himself deeper. Vengeance fueled his troublesome journey, the blood-lust pounding within his head consuming all other rational thought. The years he had tended to the Blackflame's bidding and his sense of loyalty towards the temple had been laid to rest by a single whisper of truth.
The illusion of control over his own fate had vanished, as if someone had reached in and plucked it from his mind. He was left with nothing but malign instincts, like a bleeding animal fighting for It's life with tooth and nail. As he entered the temple there was nothing but silence, the echoes of his heavy steps eventually shattering the serenity which rested within. The moment of truth had arrived.
With sword and glypth in hand he carefully threaded over the intricate floors, his breathing growing deeper and senses sharpened. He had come to despise the cruel charade which went hand in hand with devotion towards the temple. Ready to break the chains which had enslaved him once and for all.
'Your anger has been so useful, don't ruin your fate like this.'
Relliom's words repeated themselves constantly in his head as he entered the chamber containing the altar. Jacula could barely make out the outlines of the room given that it was clad in darkness. A sudden movement caused him to spin around with his sword raised, yet there was no one to be seen. The sound of his deepened breathing was the only thing piercing the silence. With a steady grip on the sword's hilt he slowly backed up against the altar, placing a hand upon it as he gazed into the treacherous darkness.
Another movement peaked his senses, as if someone slowly inched closer to him. His stiff fingers closed carefully around the glypth resting in his left hand as he searched for a approaching figure, yet just like before. There was no one to be found. Doubt soon filled his mind, the notion of his senses having betrayed him growing increasingly convincing. He filled his lungs with a deep breath, the icy ambiance of the chamber stinging his throat. The steady hold on his sword faded as he held his breath and listened to the silence, tortured by the insisting doubt that his senses had failed him. Suddenly a vague breath broke the silent pattern, he was not alone.
Jacula's muscles tensed as his eyes searched the darkness for the source of the sound. Ready to plunge his blade into the flesh of the one watching him. The room eventually returned to It's previous serenity, with cold sweat seeking It's way down his brow Jacula's lungs pleaded for air. Constricting painfully within his chest where he stood. He closed his eyes, and sure enough his patience proved rewarding. Another vague breath broke the silence of the room, and with a powerful slash Jacula's blade cut into the darkness. Aimed towards the sound, ready to rise above his servility. Ready to join his beloved in true death.
The serenity of the chamber was replaced with chaos, his blade cut into the frame of his follower. Yet the blinding darkness prevented him from following up with another blow. Sure enough the distinct sound of a sword leaving It's sheathe became clear, followed by a slash which Jacula's parried. The clash of steel filled the chamber in an echo, piercing the previous serenity once again. He let a malevolent snarl escape his lips as the edge of his blade entwined in a deadlock with his assailants, which frame soon became evident in the darkness of the room.
Jacula forcefully pushed down on the deadlock, the swords edges digging into each other before being released. His assailant stepped back into the darkness, the outlines of his frame vanishing once again. Anger consumed Jacula's mind, his until then patient mannerism transcending into a violent one. "Show yourself!" he roared as he stared into the darkness, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword. There was no answer to be had, and as the echo of his exclaim faded the chamber grew dead silent. Frustrated by his predicament Jacula grew careless, violently cutting into the darkness. Yet connecting with nothing but thin air. Suddenly the presence of his assailant became evident once again, catching him off guard. A sharp voice filled the room "Death". The syllable caused a black smog to slither through the air and fill Jacula's lungs, seemingly exuding from within the shadows themselves. His muscles twitched uncontrollably before constricting, which brought a searing pain to his frame. As he slumped to the ground with a heavy thud a deep, agonizing connection to the deathrealm consumed his mind. The constriction of his muscles worsened as his assailant stepped out of the darkness, letting his hood fall to his shoulders.
Relliom looked down at Jacula with a unwavering gaze, his face showing no sign of emotion as he moved closer. He was clad in a simple dark robe which covered the length of his frame. Blood had ran down his arm from within the garment. A ghastly wound laying hidden beneath it. Yet he showed no sign of pain as he focused on the spell which kept the ynnwn in submission. A vague smile soon crossed his lips as he thought back on the events which had brought Jacula before him.
A sudden movement cut through the silence or the room, a dark presence seeming to absorb the air as it approached Jaida. Thick dark smog filled her lungs as where she sat, unable to move she gasped for air as she fell onto her back. Her muscles constricted, causing her to shake frantically on the cold ground. As her eyes began to close a blurred figure approached, placing a sealed note in her twitching hands before disappearing.
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She awoke with a gasp, her face pressed gently against the intricate floor. Her grip tightened around the note as she slowly got to her feet, a searing headache tormenting her as she sat down at the base of the magic orb. She struggled to make out the daft handwriting, finding that the letter was marked with her name. She looked around weary of the assailant, yet the room had returned to its previous silent ambiance. She tore the letter open with her fingernails, struggling to make out the vague lettering. Her eyes widened as the sentences came together, an uncomfortable feeling of anger filling her heart.
Relliom had been the one who had imparted Jaida of Jacula's whereabouts, and in the end everything had fallen into place. The rage that had awoken within Jacula as he was disfigured had been but a spark, which had set ablaze the existence of all involved, sorting the strong from the weak. The devoted from those lacking faith. The malign blood-lust of the ynnwn before him was no more than a instinct to be honed, a weapon to be used. He had solemnly listened to the whisper of what horrid fate's Jacula had bestowed upon those he loved, the benefit of the Blackflame having stood above all. The ynnwn was no more, and no less than what Relliom wanted him to be. Having watched him grow from a lowly beggar, to a malign fiend. Yet the very same anger that had guided Jacula had led him to oppose his faith, to break the chains that had held him in place as he had served the master. Jacula had grown to be a liability, and thus he had to disappear, Relliom knew this.
Jacula fought the effects of the powerful spell for longer than he had expected. Veins throbbed out of his forehead as his ebon eyes dug into Rellioms, the hate within them beyond measure. He struggled to lift himself from his agonizing predicament, yet the constriction of his muscles grew ever more painful. With his last ounce of strength he rose to his feet, fueled by the rage which roared within him. He reached out for Rellioms throat, yet as his scorched fingers brushed over his skin the demorians dagger sought itself in between his ribs.
Jacula experienced a sharp sting, which eventually transcended into warmth as blood began to seek It's way down his side. As the spell seized he slumped to the ground, bleeding out on the intricate floor. Jacula reached for Mellas ring which he had carried with him within his pocket, squeezing it in the palm of his hand as a feeling of relief washed over him. His vision eventually grew blurred as his breathing slowly began to fade. Relliom clasped his hands confidently behind his back as he stood over the ynnwn, irritated that he had lost control over him in the first place. Eventually the gasping breaths disturbing the silence of the chamber stopped. Jacula's eyes rolled back into his skull, his grip on Mellas ring tightening one last time before his time was due. And so it was that Jacula died at the hands of Relliom.
Yet something occurred that not even he had counted on, the body of the ynnwn slowly began to fade. Relliom cursed under his breath as he watched Jacula's frame glow transparent, before being consumed by Dakkru. Part of his soul claimed as toll for the journey, ripped from the possession of the Blackflame itself.
Upon scorched ground Jacula's body appeared. Laying bare under a sky of black nothingness. The journey had drained him to the bone, his death having left him a weakened shell. With no strength to move nor will to survive, Jacula waited for true death to embrace him. Regretfully, an ending never came. He could barely make out the soft steps of someone approaching. As he struggled to open his eyes he found a blurred figure standing over him. Jaida watched weakened ynnwn for a while before she leaned in, placing a hand on his cheek and whispering.
"Welcome.. Brother"
A New Beginning..
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[I would like to take the time to say that I have enjoyed working with all the brilliant writers and RPers that has been a part of this event, and the two first. I have learned a lot from this trilogy and I think it has made me the role player I am today. With that said, my place in PS has come to an end. I might be back in the future to play out what was created within these events, yet there is no telling for sure. Rather than making a dramatic exit I would rather like to thank a few people for the good times I've had within the RP community.
Mellas: The embodiment of chaotic good. OOC'ly my greatest inspiration in both writing and roleplaying, the kindest and most graceful person I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.
Rigwyn: The baddest, most chaotic Diaboli to ever reak havoc on Yliakum :devil:
Mogweh: One of the most brilliant deceivers ever.
Shangshi: The puppetmaster and ultimate baddie.
Tadano: A great inspiration with his vivid stories and events
Cavi: A talented writer and friend.
The list goes on and on, those who think themselves forgotten. I assure you that you are not. Feel free to comment if you enjoyed this event, and above all. Have fun :thumbup:]
*Added a complete list of the chapters in the opening post.
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[As a group you have never failed to disappointment. Every write up has been delightful to read. Every write up left me eagerly waiting for the next. \\o// Jacula I'm sorry we never got to do the scenerio we had considered. Ahhh well, international timezones can be a burden.]
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[I loved being part of this event. I'm a little bummed that I missed large portions of it due to RL, but I have followed the write ups intently. Great work Jacula for putting this together, and thanks to all others as well! :love:]
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[In one year's time, Jacula became a magnificent RPer, with a sharp mind and talented writing skills. It is an honor to have been part of his exciting events and not to mention to have seen him grow. Jac, being the excellent writer and hard worker that you are, let me know when you have your first book published! ;) It's a pleasure to RP with you, and I'm very glad that this story got an open ending. I mean... I still do really want to know what happens next... xD Same to the others who worked on this together with Jacula's plot, Cavi's ideas and stories, Shangshi's skills, Mog's plans and Rig's evilness made one of the best RP's on PlaneShift yet! :)
Personally, I'm taking a break from RP, RL is very challenging at the moment, and I'm trying to keep my head above water while my to-do list continues to try and drown me xD I might be back, I might not be back, but we can always keep in touch on IRC! *waves*]