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Jun 14, 12 at 1:59am ^re: The Elemental Legacy [M] [PM] [B]
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As Seath reached the top of the stairs, he paused as he heard the coming footsteps of more drow. Seath didn’t have time to consider hiding; three drow barged in through a door at the opposite end of the room, one of them immediately spotting Seath.
“Hey, hey!” He called out, “What’s he doing out? Get him!”
Two of the three drow immediately charged forward. Seath gripped his spear and ran towards his assailants, lunging forward and thrusting the spear’s blade into the chest cavity of the point drow. Seath kicked the drow’s body away and immediately swiped the spear at the second attacker, leaving a nasty cut along his chest up to his neck. He fell to the left, already dead.
The third attacker was hesitant, but he too charged forward. Seath’s eyes began to glow once more as he opened his maw and unleashed an unrelenting blast of cold wind forth, engulfing and eventually encasing the slaver much like the first one. Seath let the wind subside after a moment, seeing the floor and ceiling around the drow had also been coated in ice. These close quarters were evidently very easy to manipulate with ice. Seath wondered for a moment… until he heard the pounding footsteps of more drow.
“I heard something downstairs! The slaves must’ve gotten out! C’mon!”
Seath turned around to face the door at the opposing end of the room. He didn’t wait for his attackers to enter this time; the iceborn opened his maw and breathed forth once more, coating the entire area around the door in ice.
The door suddenly flew open as a drow barge into the room, only to slip and fall on the ice that Seath had laid out. The drow landed before Seath’s feet, but he didn’t have time to look up before Seath brought the blade of his spear down on to the back of his neck, ending him on the spot. Seath removed the spear from the drow’s body and looked up as three more drow descended down the stairs. The one leading them was holding peculiar device in his hands, but Seath didn’t have time to admire it as an arrow-like projectile flew from its front and struck Seath’s left shoulder.
The iceborn grunted in pain as he fell on his back, landing with a thud. The drow party advanced forward, carefully traversing the ice. Seath immediately retaliated and unleashed another blast of icy wind, momentarily stunning the three drow. Seath reached for his spear and swung it in a wide arc, cutting the trio down by their legs. Seath slowly stood up, reaching for the projectile in his shoulder. He would have pulled it out, but he quickly realized that would only leave the wound open to bleed. So, dealing with the pain, he let it be.
Seath heard a slight shuffling sound emanate from his right. He turned to see the drow with the peculiar weapon slowly aiming it at Seath. The iceborn wasted no time in raising his spear and tossing it directly at the slaver’s head, pinning it back to the floor. The weapon stood upright as slaver dropped his weapon and went limp.
Seath turned to the open staircase to his left and, not pausing to breath himself another weapon, ascended to the upper part of the ship.
“C’mon, c’mon! Keep loading the cannons!” One drow before many called out, “They put plenty of holes in us already, let’s return the favor! C’mon!”
The long stretching room housed nearly two dozens of the large devices the objects known as cannonballs were being launched from. One or two drow manned each weapon, seeing to it that they were firing constantly. One drow was issuing commands while the rest continued their work, until he heard commotion from behind the door to the lower area of the ship. The drow turned and watched as the door burst open, and in stepped their iceborn captive.
Every drow in the room turned to look at Seath. Seath, however, wasted no time in rearing back and unleashing the full force of his breath. The drow closest to him reared back and shielded their faces from the rushing winds, but Seath didn’t dare let his breath falter. His eyes glowed immensely as he slowly walked forward, feeling the newly forged ice beneath his uncovered feet. More and more drow attempted to breach the wind, but failed. The rest retreated to the upper deck of the ship, escaping the blistering cold. Seath kept moving forward until he was at the very center of the large room. He swiped his breath left and right, circling around, engulfing nearly every inch of the room but its farthest ends in ice.
Soon enough, Seath slowly closed his maw, panting a bit. The clouds of ice surrounding him took a moment to disperse, but when they did, he looked to see close to a dozen drow frozen in place around him, all in panicked poses and most shielding themselves.
Seath took a moment to collect his bearings. He had never used his breath attack so much in so little time before, and never with an injury. It was noticeably wearing him down, and he didn’t need that right now. After a moment, he stopped and opened his maw once more, breathing himself a frigid sword with a long blade. Going up to the top of the Gambit… he would need a long reach by now.
Seath paused for a moment. He hadn’t seen any sign of his own sword or his supplies by now… so they would have to be in Zondovon’s own personal hold. It would make sense for the captain of a ship to have more prominent quarters, and all favored loot to go to him. And Seath wouldn’t deny someone taking interest in his own possessions. Tonnev did, Zondovon did…
But now, he’d have to fight for them.
So be it.
Seath gathered himself fully and faced the far door to the upper deck. He walked slowly at first, but when he heard the sound of more assailants approaching from the stairs behind him, he made a dash for the stairs and ascended towards the double doors. And preparing for the worst, he did his best to ignore the pain in his shoulder and kicked the doors open, the light of day shining down on him and the surrounding chaos instantly.
Out of the frying pan, and into the fire.
And Seath really didn’t want to deal with any actual fire just yet.
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Jun 14, 12 at 10:07pm ^re: The Elemental Legacy [M] [PM] [B]
Then Caged freed, the Elder Lost, and the search for the Iceborn
Adonis led the way first followed shortly by Ostel as they swung on a captured slaver rope into the gaping hole of the Gambit. Adonis landed nimbly with no more then a grunt, whereas his human counterpart stumbled a bit as a piece of the flaming wood he landed on broke off from the ship. Adonis quickly slammed an open palm into the human to brace the man before he lost balance and went with the debris thankfully.
With a nod of thanks intended Ostel took out his longbow, and nocked an arrow. He peeked out of what seemed to be the guardroom, looking for any dark-skinned elves or white hair. Thankfully the commotion on the deck must have been sufficient to give them cover. However there was a strange sight that did meet Ostel when he looked away from the prison section of the ship.
Ostel stepped out into the hallway of the ship and muttered in astonishment, "Ice.... on a ship? Hey Adonis what do you make of this?" he asked in a soft tone as he gave a puzzled look at the patches of ice that seemed scattered here and there.
Adonis surveyed the ice even more thinking carefully on what caused it to be there. "Well... Either someone is trying to cause a freak accident or... magic maybe?" Adonis sighed "Seems like yesterday I was on one of these wretched pirate ships." Adonis stopped talking and walking for a split second as he started to feel a piercing feeling in his stomach. He then secretly gave out a sniff in the air, something to him felt off about this ship. He then turned to Ostel and said "We should tread carefully there is something off about this ship."
The human took a deep breath of anxiousness, if the seven hundred year old vamp was saying something was odd, then he didn't like being on this ship one bit. The dark-haired human then forced his nervousness down and turned to the door that led to the slave section, "I wonder if any are still alive. Be ready for anything." The Vampire merely held his sword and shield at the ready and seemed to hiss a bit, "Always am human." With a nod Ostel drew out Havard from it's scabbard and approached the door with a cautious eye on the floor of the door to see if he could see any shadows.
Gathering his courage then booted the door, sending the weak door to the side with a loud bang. He and his vampire companion rushed, Ostel going to the left while Adonis peeled right to cover both angles. And then they saw the display before them, a series of cages and cells along a hallway that smelled of dung and piss. No doubt about it, this was the slave pens.
The smell of unwashed bodies almost made Ostel take a step back and even Adonis twitched an eye in annoyance at the odor. The human then saw down the corridor another ice patch, only this was in front of a cage and had the shape of a humanoid. Covering his nose a bit with his free hand Ostel ignored the faces of the slaves in the pens before walking forward to investigate the frozen figure. It looked as if the tendrils of ice that sprung behind him gave the impression that whatever used to be in the cell had done this.
After getting a close look at the figure he saw the ebony colored skin of a drow and breathed a bit of relief, seemed the slavers bit off a bit more than they could handle. Also the hole in the hull and the prison cage summed up all Ostel needed to know what happened. He then muttered aloud to Adonis behind him, "I wonder if whatever ... or whoever did this is still around?" Before Adonis could answer however someone else spoke before the vampire replied.
"The gentleman popsicle? No, he just left."
"Wait who said that?"
"Me. In the cage. Right here."
The human then peered over in the cell next to the broken cage and saw an elvish male in tattered rags of clothing, though his condition clearly said he had seen better days as black bumps and bruises dotted his face, and exposed arms. Ostel and Adonis soon flanked his cell door before the vampire asked in a puzzled tone, "Could you elaborate on what you said this ... gentleman popsicle was?"
The elf nodded lazily and said, "Well, "iceborn" would be the proper term... so he said. His name is Seath, apparently. You, uh... you guys in the other ship blew a hole in his cage. So he got out. Went to go get his stuff back. Did that." The elf pointed at the frozen drow.
Ostel then nodded his head, "Well any foe of these pirates is good. How many of you are there in these cells?" The human asked looking at the many different pathetic figures that eyed him with fearful gazes from their cells.
"That sounds a little like slaver talk. You, uh... you're not here to steal Zondo's shipment, are you? Most of you humans are, from what the folks down here believe."
Ostel glared at the elf for a moment before he seemed to say in a cold tone, "What's your name?" He said as he gripped his bastard sword in both his hands by his belt.
"Vyl. Just Vyl." The elf replied, keeping with his rather unenthusiastic tone, "And you can keep your cool with that sword, I'm not saying you are a slaver. You aren't, right?"
Ostel merely grinned The Human "Well Vyl, thank whatever gods you pray to." He said as he swung Havard in an upward swing, which cut the lock clean in half. Afterwards he then opened the cage and finished his train of thought "This human is a little different. Can you stand?" He asked walking forward and offering a hand.
Vyl reached up and took the human's hand; using whatever strength he had left in him to get up on his feet. "Yeah..." He said, "Legs still work." He looked at the two men before him and said, "Looks like you two beat Seath to the punch. Frosty fellow said he'd come get us, but this works too."
Ostel then turned to the other slaves and asked, "I don't think these prisoners would survive long in a fight on the deck. Adonis go look down the hall and see if any can fight, we can use any willing hand." The Vampire gave him a queer look and said in a rather icy tone, "I'll do so because it's wise, not because you ordered me Ostel. Don't think you're my better ... human." With that the pale figure then left the prisoner and human.
The Grimward gave a stunned look as his vampire companion left and wondered to himself if he may of did something to piss the guy off. However he didn't have time to dwell on the matter and he then turned his mind back on the matter at hand. Ostel then looked to the frozen guard as he asked the battered elf, "So Vyl, you think that drow has the keys to the cells?"
"I think so. They did put him in front of the door. He must have spares." Vyl replied, shrugging in question. He peered at the frozen drow's belt and said, "Yeah, right there. On his belt."
Ostel poked the side of the frozen figure but was astonished to see the that the ice didn't budge or break in the least, he then pushed a bit harder but it seemingly absorbed the pressure. With a sigh the human then muttered, "It'd take to long to wait for this drow to thaw." With a shrug the dark cloaked human then took a step back, breathed deeply, and then stepped forward to deliver a mighty boot kick to the icy form. The form shifted a bit, but still held firm. He then cursed below his breath and delivered three more kicks, each time the ice snapped and cracked a bit more.
Finally Ostel pumped his fists for adrenaline and then jumped and sent both his feet into the ice form, and the ice form finally snapped of the hinges of the floor, and crashed into the wooden hull of the ship, shattering the drow into several chunks, that now seemed to bleed a bit red. Ostel had landed on his chest with a bit of grunt, but recovered and walked over to the fallen pieces of the drow, before kicking the waist piece of the drow until the key fell off the dead form. He grabbed the key and muttered, "May the Six take you to whatever hell awaits you drow."
With that Ostel then went over to Vyl and handed him the key, "Free your people, and see if any of them can hold a weapon. I'll go to the guard quarters and grab some of their gear. I don't want your people fighting on deck with the drow, as you and I both know they would get cut to pieces. I'll make sure however with those weapons you can defend yourselves. You and your people will be free again soon Vyl." He said patting the elf on the shoulder before turning to walk toward the guard quarters.
Vyl merely nodded his head as the human left for the guard quarters and said, "Awesome." He then turned and started placing the guard's keys in every cell, freeing everyone he could. As he did, he called out, "Okay people, this is a jailbreak. That's right, we're all getting out. Uh, anyone who knows how to hold a weapon or thinks they got a set that clank, the human would like you to stay and fight for a bit." He kept moving along, freeing more and more elves from containment. By the time he'd finished up the two dozen cells he could see, he had all but seven elves leave to find shelter until the fighting was over. And not being a fighter, Vyl would join them shortly. The seven that stayed, however, waited for the human to return with their armaments.
Ostel did indeed return and rolled out on a wool roll a heavy stack of swords, spears, and two crossbows with a bag of bolts. He instructed them to gang up on any drow at the door and use their numbers to their advantages. He also told them of the armor and shields in the guard’s quarters as well. He then saw Adonis talking to someone down the hall before heading out on his own. Swearing under his breath he then saw a new figure approach him, one who looked human to him.
Ostel planted himself in front of the band of recently armed elves and addressed the newcomer, "Where did Adonis go and who are you?" He said keeping his sword Havard ready to come up just in case.
Thomas looked grim when Ostel asked him the question. "I am Thomas Kane friend of Keirana Desmond. Adonis said she is on the other ship. I have to protect her... Adonis..." Thomas said trying to carefully word where Adonis had left off to; he then came in closer to Ostel and whispered. "There is evil on this ship, and one especially who has a greater influence on that two faced person you might call friend. Keirana must be warned she will be their main target."
Ostel gave the man a wary gaze but answered back to him, "If what you say is true, then you'd best be ready to fight some drow before you get to Keirana. You'll come with me Thomas, and call me Ostel. Don't die too quickly, I'd hate to have to tell Keirana that someone she knew died today." IN response the two-handed wielding human walked beside him as they left the slave pins, ""I have no plans to die today Ostel. It was only by luck that idiot Zondovon was able to get me." Thomas said with a determined look and drew out his sword from his scabbard.
With a shrug Ostel then muttered, "Alright, all we gotta do is follow the ice, Can you keep up?" He asked his new companion. To which Thomas replied, "You can count on me Sir Ostel." With a grin the pair then followed the ice patches, with Ostel wondering what kind of being this "Iceborn" looked like.
Only the dead have seen the end of war - Plato
Every conflict has a peace at the end, every peace has a war coming - Kush
When the first bullet goes by your head, politics and all that other shit goes right out the window - Hoot
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Jun 14, 12 at 10:10pm ^re: The Elemental Legacy [M] [PM] [B]
“Can't They See It's Why My Brain Says “Rage”
Adonis walked out the door scoffing to himself. He then sniffed again trying to sense where the other slaves would be. Sensing different scents from a corridor down the hall he started to walk briskly to where he thought they were. He remembered from the time he travelled on a pirate ship very long ago, way before he met Keirana. He travelled with another vampire named Vivienne, they had joined a band of pirates for a job. Not for any noble job either, it was when he was a fresh vampire. And killing then to survive didn't seem bad at all. But on coming closer to the corridor he smelled mixed scents of blood. Breathing in slowly he started to bare his fangs. He then came to a ratted up door at the end of hallway. He had sensed blood there even more greatly. He then cracked his neck from side to side and kicked open the door.
Many slaves stared his pale figure as he stood there as if he looked down on them. "huh." He said to himself and took a few steps forward. "Adonis?" came a gruff voice from a side cell. Adonis squinted upon hearing that voice it sounded oddly familiar. He then gave out another sniff and turned to where the voice came from "Thomas?" he said surprised. He then walked briskly closer to the cage and broke open the door and knelt down. In front of him was a fair skin muscular man. He had short dark brown hair and green eyes. His face was bruised and bleeding the man looked as if being beaten didn't affect him much.
"What happened?" Adonis asked him.
"Long story. I suppose you are on the opposite ship?" Thomas said to him not smiling or looking joyful at all seeing his old "friend."
"Where is she?" Thomas asked automatically. Adonis smiled and gave small laugh.
"On the same ship." His stomach pierced even more with that odd feeling.
Thomas just stared at Adonis. Adonis then took out his sword and with ease cut the chains that Thomas was in. "she'll want to see you. Go." Adonis ordered Thomas. Thomas raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head slightly. He then stood up and his plate and chain armor clanked together. He had spiked shoulders on and his armor was painted teal, gold, and silver. He wore a long teal cape as well, Thomas looked merely determined.
"Adonis... You should know..." Thomas said before. Adonis looked at him confused. Thomas then shook his head and said "Never mind." Then mumbled "won't do you any good." Adonis shrugged but then that piercing feeling he had in his gut came to a full blow. Adonis turned away from Thomas, he looked up and sniff in the air. A pleasant smile came across his face and he laughed. Then not giving Thomas another minute he bolted out of the room at full speed.
"Stupid vampire. YOU forgot about the others!" Thomas shouted. He then turned to the rest of the slaves, there weren't that many. "Do not worry. I shall go get my weapon and free you all." Thomas then briskly ran out of the room. He past two doors down, but then something caught his eye. Some weapons were resting in a wooden barrel. He immediately grabbed them, and took the two handed sword putting it in his scabbard. Upon returning to the slaves he freed the rest that were there. "If you want to fight. Fight. Pick your weapon and be careful!" Thomas said trying to encourage the slaves. He then nodded to them and left the room.
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Jun 14, 12 at 11:36pm ^re: The Elemental Legacy [M] [PM] [B]
Bird of Prey
Chogan stood in terror as the closest thing he had to a friend on this ship was struck by a cannonball.
"Horn.. HORN!.." Tears streamed down Chogan's face, but grief was replaced by anger, unbridled rage.
"Those bastards.." Anger continued to rise inside of Chogan, it reached a peak and then! A calm..
Any hint of a smile disappeared from Chogan's face, it was replaced with a calm but intense stare. From the outside it looked like he was completely in control, but the truth is his anger was too great for his body to express.
Chogan's anger made him shift into a swallow and he flew at one of the Drow pirates. Birds don't weigh very much so it wouldn't cause much damage to attack in this form. Chogan got enough of a grasp on himself to turn back into his human shape. Flying toward the bandit at the speed of a swallow Chogan delivered a knee strike into the pirate's neck breaking it.
Chogan took a deep breath and looked for his next target but his target found him. Another pirate attempted to run Chogan through. ("How many times did teacher show me that.")
Chogan recalled what his teacher said. ("You shouldn't use this technique on anyone who doesn't know how to fall.")
He moved towards the drow and while staring him in the eye said. "Die."
Chogan grabbed the Drow's wrist and forced the hand and wrist into an 'L' and then disarmed him but rather than subdue the Drow he kept the momentum moving forward. Chogan used his legs to lift the drow off the ground. The Drow flew forward while slowly flipping forward. The Drow inexperienced with dealing with such a technique landed on his head snapping his neck.
Chogan glanced towards another Drow who was leaping onto the ship. With a flick of his wrist chogan created a small draft making the Drow land in the sea. As a child Chogan was celebrated as a genius, and even though he never took his magic studies seriously he was still capable of this much.
Chogan shifted again and flew above the ships.
He witnessed the Dwarf also overcome by rage. Chogan went into a nose dive then returned to his human shape to deliver a powerful strike to another Drow with his elbows. An updraft combined with a forward roll broke Chogan's fall resulting in him landing near the Dwarf.. Chogan and the Dwarf were acting independently, but together they would avenge the captain's death.
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Jun 18, 12 at 9:57pm ^re: The Elemental Legacy [M] [PM] [B]
I had had enough of these drow pirates. To what end did they seek to attack us? To capture the sages? If this were the case, why? We are the salvation of Divus, yet those imbeciles would risk Armageddon for a trivial profit. It sickened me that greed would consume these pirates so. For every brawl I engaged with one of those outlaws, the anger inside of me began to grow. The malice I had bubbling within myself threatened to overflow. I began to fire fireballs from the tip of my sword and charged the damned invaders. They'd killed too many people before my eyes. I never even knew them and yet I cursed the drow pirates' very existence because of their downfall. When I saw a young man, who barely seemed of age, fall before me; I snapped.
I roared out in frustration, "This is for the fallen! This is for those you've wronged! All of you shall receive punishment!"
My emotions had gotten out of control and my fire magicks followed suit. A vortex of flame began to circle around my body and began to blaze wildly. I tried to control it, but it had already had too much power behind it. The flaming vortex had pushed back a group of the drow when it finally exploded. I fell on my knees as the unintentional spell had gone awry. I glanced around and saw that I had scorched a couple drow badly, and that I had also burnt some of crew that was nearby as well. I was glad that they had escaped with minor burns. I would have to apologize later, the battle was still at a stalemate it would seem. I struggled to get up as that last spell had drained me of a lot of my energy. I struggled to stand, it was though I had become drunk. A drow had taken notice of this, and decided to take advantage of my weakened state. I feared for the worst until a familiar dwarf had smashed one of the drow to the floor with a powerful tackle.
"Pull yourself together," Ragnar ordered, "There's work to be done boy!"
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Jul 04, 12 at 12:47pm ^re: The Elemental Legacy [M] [PM] [B]
Alicia flew off Ostel's Shoulder with her mind in a dazed state, she couldn't believe that he simply told her to stay on the ship. After what had happened recently she couldn't imagine him coldly dismissing her, he acted as if he was automated in his speech as he addressed everyone. And now confused Alicia flew herself up in the air, her mind in a daze as the battle began below her. She knew she should have looked after Summer as Ostel said, or at least helped in the fighting that began on the Flying Maiden’s hull.
However as she flew above the battle Alicia finally decided that she would not bear to be apart from the oaf of a human she had come to care for. As she flew above the fighting, she found that she really didn’t care for what was going on. Those who made their way to the Flying Maiden’s decks did not belong there and she felt that she should have a hand in getting rid of them. With that thought she made the decision to follow Ostel onto the enemy ship, figuring that it would be best to stop the problem at its source.
She turned her attentions to the Gambit and landed on the deck of the ship and remaining in her crow form, not wanting to bother with anything large and extravagant though she was sure she could pull something off if she thought about it. At the moment though, she was more interested in finding out where Ostel was and possibly scaring the living daylights out of him because he had decided to try to make her stay on the Flying Maiden, something she would have nothing to do with.
The Shifter did see the hole where Ostel and Adonis went into the pirate ship so Alicia decided to follow them in that way. She swooped down through the gaping hole in the side of the gambit and saw the strangest sights of frozen drow, Nimbly she perched her raven form onto a post that hung over one of the cabin doors.
She then saw the oddest thing, about five armed very sickly slim looking armed elves They were actually talking about a human and a vampire that had freed them and how he went off with a human to find an … “iceborn”. To Alicia that was all she needed to hear as she then realized that these elves were slaves liberated by her human companion.
She flew off down the corridor that shook and shuddered from the barrage of combat, but she didn’t care about the state of the environment around here, her mind focused on finding Ostel. And she knew just the form to scare the daylights out of the warrior. This was most convenient as a group of armed drow came out of a cabin, turned her way,and gave her a bewildered look at the raven flying directly at them.
With a rather loud caw, she managed to grab the entire group’s attention and just as she did so, she shifted into a lioness. Once she had done that, her harmless caw then turned into a terrifying roar as she leapt onto the closest warrior. Locking her jaws around his neck, the shifter tore out his throat and growled at those that were staring at her in fear. Many of those that were near her ran off which only seemed to fuel her desire to hunt, so she took chase.
Alicia managed to catch a few of the Drow that were running away and made sure to make an example of them for whoever found their mangled corpses. I despise vermin like you, she thought as she tore into a fourth Drow who had tried to decapitate her by sneaking up behind her, something most Drow would not do. After following the frozen figures, Alicia finally came across Ostel and a second human. Letting out an irritated growl at the two men fighting, she shifted into a large white wolf similar to Snow and ran over to help them both.
Upon seeing a rather large wolf rushing towards them, the two men slowly began to back away. Seemingly irritated by this, Alicia let out a howl which seemed to scare them both even worse.
Ostel then came forward and gave the wolf a wary glance holding his treasured blade Havard at the ready. But as the wolf did not advance past the drow corpses he finally then asked aloud, “Who in the Six are you hound?” His human companion Thomas then muttered as he gripped his spear tightly, “Careful Ostel, that’s no normal wolf. MAybe a shifter or a drow trick.”
Ostel then asked aloud, “A shifter? Wait a minute … Alicia?” he then asked aloud..
The Wolf let out a thunderous bark, confirming his suspicions as she walked towards the other human and sniffed at him a bit. She didn’t seem to mind the human it seemed as she just walked back over to Ostel. ‘You really think I was going to stay on the other ship? Summer has that Nymph woman to take care of her. She doesn’t need me there as well.’ she said to Ostel.
At first Ostel gave the wolf a glare, “I told you to stay on the damned ….” He said aloud before he went silent. The Grimward bastard then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He relaxed himself and then even chuckled, before thinking “Somehow I had a feeling you were not going to listen. You are not letting me out of your sight from now on I take it?” He thought to himself, knowing she heard every word.
‘You are smarter than you look,’ she teased, ‘Anyway, what makes you think that I would allow you to have all the fun anyway?’ She snorted and looked back at the other human before shaking out her white fur. ‘Who are you?’ she asked him.
Thomas gave a stunned look as she spoke to his mind, but then recovered and answered back in thought, “My name is Thomas, and Ostel here was kind enough to free me from my bonds. It’s an honor to meet you Shifter, I pray you are not a foe, I have no wish to fight a shifter along with these foul Drow.” he said placing a his right hand over his heart and giving a slight bow to the wolf.
Alicia snorted and sat back on her haunches. ‘There is no need for formalities Thomas,’ she told him after a moment, ‘My name is Alicia so now that we are met I think it would be a good idea to find out who put this together and teach them a little lesson don’t you?’
After speaking, she gave him a wolfish smile before rubbing up against his legs in a way very similar to Snow. With a chuckle, Ostel shook his head in disbelief and pat her head. “Snow is never going to believe this,” he said just as he and Thomas started walking off, Alicia following close behind him with her tail wagging happily.
"Through the hurt and the tears, life will continue whether you want it to are not. So be ready, the ride is worth the wait." -Kokushi
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Jul 04, 12 at 1:36pm ^re: The Elemental Legacy [M] [PM] [B]
The Scythe of Souls
There was this horrible hole. It felt as if her body would crumple and the skin would fold in on itself like a piece of clothing left out to dry. She felt betrayed, yet she knew it was more of a one-sided hole. Winnie had seen the way he looked at her. The light that filled his hazel eyes, the shining force that was love. All the other emotions that swam in his soulful eyes were obliterated and had been replaced with love. The other girl, the shifter, her eyes burned with the same loving light. She'd seen them leave together.
How could others' love cause so much pain?
"Emotion is weakness and weakness leads to shame," Winnie quoted her father's words with ease. As he'd say it whenever she failed at anything. If she cried she would be ignored for days afterward.
She pulled her scythe from the folds of the dark cloak she wore fastened around her neck. She had stayed in the shadows for long enough. People were dying, not that she really cared. She had to at least pretend that she cared about them or they might turn against her. She shook her head, she was lying... She cared if he died. But why? Why should she care? She had only known him for a few days. He was probably scared of her. She'd tried to kill him. But he never returned the favor. It was a bit of a culture shock. The demon couldn't help but wonder if all humans were so... full of light. On Tenebra, no matter what, it was crucial to fight back. The Sage of Light did not follow the same rules it seemed. She wanted to understand what went on inside that mind of his.
"The Scythe of Souls... What a glorious weapon you are," she whispered to the wickedly curved blade. A shrill scream echoed through the blade and down the shaft into Winnie's body. It was jarring, but not quite painful. She ran her hand along the blade, cutting her palm. At the touch of Lamia blood, the weapon felt alive. She could feel the pulse of the blade and the thousands of souls that resided inside.. The demon sighed before a stronger pulse of power came from the scythe.
"Restless, I see," she muttered to more to herself then to the weapon. The souls screeched their assent. The scythe released another pulse of energy that caused the demon to flinch. She glanced around, glad to see that the slavers all seemed to be occupied. It wouldn't matter anyway. If they tried to interrupt her, they wouldn't have enough time to do any major damage.
With a grin, the demon slammed the bottom of her weapon onto the deck of the Gambit. The ship rocked violently and she heard a couple people scream. Sadly, some of the slavers noticed her.
"LET US OUT!" came a biting, raspy chorus of ghostly voices that was heard by even the Dark Lord Bonketsu in his earthy prison. The Sapiens Tenebrae scowled and tapped the scythe against the deck once more. The spirits squealed again, causing most of the living to cover their ears, to try and block out the cries of the dead. One slaver close to the sage dropped to the deck, unconscious.
The demon threw her head back as the boat rocked violently, threatening to send them all to a watery tomb. She then opened her mouth and let out an ear piercing shriek that shook the heavens. Her voice tore though the air and seemed to hang, suspended, over both the Gambit and the Flying Maiden. At that moment, the battle between light and dark was won as the scream pierced the air. Darkness seemed to overcome everything and the shadows stretched across patches of light. The light was powerless here. All was powerless. The scythe that dripped with demon's blood cried out in unison with its mistress. The chorus of voices told of death and eternal torture.
Winifred Lamia cackled and her laugh seemed to travel dreamily on the air itself. She loved this feeling. The feeling of pure power that felt as if fire raced through her veins. She could feel it alighting every nerve in her body. She could feel every fiber of her being responding to the energy that rushed through her.
"Destroy them all!" She screamed and the dead spirits residing in the scythe came to life. They were nothing but shimmers in the air like the ones visible on hot summer days. Then the screaming spirits morphed. The white wisps twisted and entwined with each other, before shifting into white, transparent humanoid shapes behind their mistress. She had an entire army of the dead.
"Witch!" Came a cry from the middle of the throng. Before the demon knew it, a slaver came at her, his sword ready to cut out her throat. Winnie blocked his arm with her own and wrapped her fingers around the slaver's neck. She lifted him off his feet and watched the fear in his eyes change to shock mixed with fear. "Fool," she snarled as she threw him into the horde of the dead behind her.
"What is your will, Mistress?" asked a solider who bowed his head in her presence. The spirits screamed, sending the crowd to their knees once again.
"Make them suffer for what they have done."
The soldier smiled, bloodlust in his eyes. The dead rushed past her and the fighting resumed. The demon watched for awhile, noticing that her army repositioned themselves to keep the enemy from reaching her. Blood, limbs, and bodies flew into the air. Red liquid pooled on the deck and the spirits attacked. She turned away, uninterested, and faced the Flying Maiden. She saw that some spirits had gone to aid in their effort as well.
"Mistress... your arm." Winnie glanced at her arm and saw that it was drenched in blood. Upon closer inspection she saw that all of the blood was dripping from the gash in her hand. "Interesting, I forgot about this part."
The dead solider laughed, "All magic comes with a price."
"Clearly," The living demon muttered. "I will continue to bleed until you all return to the scythe, correct?" She didn't bother to wait for an answer. "I hope we win quickly. I do not know how long I can do this for."
"You have one of the greatest magical potential of all of your predecessors. I think you have yet to realize that."
The woman snorted but seemed to become fascinated by the blood dripping from her fingers and remained silent. "You seem... troubled, Mistress. You would normally be ruthlessly destroying everything in your path by now. Is there something wrong?"
The sage turned around to face the spirit, her eyes flashing with rage. "You are sticking your nose where it doesn't belong!"
The spirit did not waver, "It must be an emotional matter then. You're quite unstable, you know."
The demon growled and gripped her scythe. "Happy? I'll go slaughter some drow... What is your name, soldier?"
"My name was Drych, Mistress."
Winnie nodded, "Well then, Drych, don't let me get killed or I'll come back from Balthazar's kingdom and kick your ass."
Drych picked up a spear from a fallen dark elf and threw it experimentally into the forehead of a drow. The drow stumbled, before the light in his eyes died and he fell to the deck, lifeless. Winnie scowled and kicked an incoming slaver between his legs. He dropped like a stone. She beheaded him with ease, not caring that his lifeblood splashed on her skin like warm summer rain. Winnie jabbed the shaft of her scythe into another slaver's stomach and Drych finished him off. She swung at another enemy as a throwing knife lodged itself in her leg. She pulled the blade from her leg and stabbed an oncoming enemy in the throat.
"Drych!" She yelled and he was at her side in a instant. "I want to make sure we kill Captain-" She stopped dead, staring at the strangest thing she had ever seen. Winnie had seen a few Dragonborn during her life. Most of them were slaughtered as war criminals or slaves of nobles but this... thing was not a Dragonborn, though it slightly resembled one. She wasn't sure what it was.
She watched the weaponless creature fight. It was fascinating, the way everything around him seemed to slow and begin to crystallize. Even though she stood far from the strange creature, she felt cold. He was also an experienced fighter, since he was aware of his surroundings.
Winnie was beginning to feel dizzy but the battle on the deck of the Gambit had finally turned around. If she ended the spell they might loose. And there was no way in hell she was going to loose.
The double doors that she had overlooked previously overlooked opened wide and from the carnivorous depths of the ship. Ostel lead the way followed by a white wolf and a human close behind him. She could see others on the staircase behind the group. She breathed a sigh of relief, now she wouldn't have to bleed to death for the cause. She trotted over to the human, her bare feet leaving footprints of drow blood on the deck.
"Hello Ostel and wolf?"
"Alicia," The wolf said.
Winnie nodded but felt her stomach clench. Of course the damn shifter would be around. She was Ostel's lover.
In an chipper voice the demon continued, "Let's finish this up then. I do hope we have a few prisoners though." She laughed darkly, leaving no doubt with what would happen to the crew of the Gambit if they were left in her hands.
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Jul 04, 12 at 11:55pm ^re: The Elemental Legacy [M] [PM] [B]
A first-hand show of the powers belonging to the Gambit's assailants. Seath stood in awe as he turned and gazed upon the drow corpses littering the deck of the ship. Blood sprawled across the darkened wood, same as it dripped from the blade he'd breathed for himself. The clashing of swords... the conjuring of war-waging thralls... this was nothing short of the greatest battle he'd witnessed so far. Yet he still had the assailants themselves to meet.
Seath turned his head to the group of people standing before him. Of mixed species, though some he could guess. Humans, from the looks of it... and accompanied by tattered elves, wielding whatever equipment they could scavenge from below. And a white wolf stood by all of them, akin to the wolves back on Isalis. But first appearances could be deceiving, he knew that much.
Seath lowered his sword and said aloud, "You're... from the other ship?"
A tall and broad human turned from his companions and gave him a wary look. Then he took a step forward and bowed his head slightly, "That we would be. Am I right in guessing you are the Iceborn that the elf Vyl spoke of?" He asked not more than five paces from Seath.
Vyl. Of course.
Seath nodded and said, "You know what I am?" He paused for a moment and said, "Yes, I'm... I'm Seath. Iceborn." He gave the human before him an inquisitive look, devoid of any hostility, and said, "Who are you? All of you?"
The human grinned and gave a respectful bow of his head, "My name is Ostel Von Grimward of Lucerna. These are my Companions, the human Thomas, the wolf here is Alicia, a shifter, and Winnie here is a demon. Rest assured we mean you no harm. Your elf friends below deck are safe and armed, I saw to that." He then gave a grim look which seemed to befit his last name, "Now, did you see the Captian of this ship. I'd rather we'd be done with this mess."
Seath nodded. "Zondovon..." He muttered, "When your ship blew a hole in my cell, I went up to confront him. He has my sword, my belongings... I need them back." He turned around and gazed at the door at the other end of the deck, clad in ornate markings and fitted with prominence. Seath nodded and said, "I saw that door when I first emerged here... I assume he's inside?"
With a nod Ostel then took a deep breath turned to his companions, "Finish off the rest of the slavers. Winnie, rest your powers. I see the fight on our ship is dying down and I'd rather you not overdue yourself. Go with Thomas and get the elves to the Flying Maiden, it should be somewhat safe. Also see if you two can find Adonis." The demon gave him a harsh stare before scoffing and clenched her fists, disspelling the spirit shades that stood by her.
The other human merely nodded and went back down belowdecks with the demon giving Ostel one last look of puzzlement before going belowdeck as well. Ostel then patted the large white wolf by his side, "I know I ain't getting rid of you Alicia, just stay close." he then turned his gaze toward the Iceborn, "Seath, if you'll allow it, me and Alicia will come with you." He asked respectfully.
"I owe you the opportunity." Seath said, turning and walking towards the door to Zondovon's cabin. He took a breath and raised his foot.
The door to Zondovon’s cabin flew open as Seath slammed his foot against the fine wood it was carved from. He barged in while the rest of group followed suit, quickly pouring into the cabin. They all stood and watched the scene before them.
There sat Zondovon behind his mahogany desk, seemingly oblivious to the presence of his enemies in his own abode. By his hands, lying on the desk, were all of Seath’s possessions; his sword, the frost salts, the journal, and Arnin’s Compass, all well scattered across the surface. Accompanying them was an ornate bottle of darkened glass that contained a faint red liquid within. Zondovon had taken a moment to pour some of the beverage in an equally ornate glass, and then drink it within moments. He set the glass down and stared at the bottle, a slight smirk etched across his face.
“Terovi Brand. Dark.” The drow announced, “A delectable beverage, amidst men of my profession. Production stopped years ago, however. Quite rare, these days…” He turned his gaze toward Seath and said, “Quite rare indeed.”
Seath stepped forward and said in a demanding tone, “My sword. And all my other belongings. Now.”
Zondovon sighed and looked down at the frigid blade sprawled across his desk. “Of strange make, this blade… cold to the touch. Far too cold for natural ice.” His eye traced the edges of the blade as he said, “I’d intended to sell it after I sold you, but… hardly seems worth it, now.” He turned towards Seath once more and announced, “Half my crew. Dead. Frozen. My ship is ruined. We’ve suffered through many onslaughts over the centuries, but this…”
He gazed at the trio before him and said, “Unbelievable. I happen upon the six most powerful mages in Divus and my punishment is almost absolute.”
Ostel placed his hand upon the hilt of his bastard sword, ready to slice the drow's desk in half, and then him. The esteemed captain saw the gesture far too early, however.
“Oh, put that thing away…” Zondovon said, standing up. “There will be no climactic fight between us. I may only have one eye, but I can damn well see I’ve lost this battle. All my crew is being slaughtered like pigs, and here I am drinking vintage wine.” He sighed and said, “A man of avid perception knows when his time has come… mine, however, has still yet to arrive.”
Ostel raised his sword while Alicia, still in her wolf form, gave a frightening growl. "You're not getting away..." He said, "Not this time."
Zondovon held the bottle of wine in his right hand as he raised his left above his eye patch. "I'm afraid I've already planned ahead, human. Victory may be yours, but I'm keeping my life. I've still much to do with it." He gave a nod and said, “And do tell Ragnar… I very much apologize for Horn’s demise. It was… preemptive, for a human life.”
It was then that Zondovon raised his eye patch, and the room was immediately engulfed in a searing red flash which emenated from the empty socket, practically blinding the trio. An inhuman shriek sounded around them, almost deafening them, and causing them to rear back. In nary a moment, the shriek waned and vanished, and the light dissipate. Seath, Ostel, and Alicia regained themselves.
But Zondovon was gone.
Seath shook his head and said, "What... what was that?" Ostel rubbed his eyes for a moment and said, "Never seen anything... like that before. What was that scream?" Seath gave a loud sigh as he looked around the room, seeing no trace of the drow having been left behind. "He's gone..." The iceborn muttered, "He's gone." It was then that Seath placed his focus on the desk, seeing all his belongings were still there. He stepped forward, dropping his temporary sword in favor for his original blade. He picked up the frigid weapon, feeling the essence of Hindir running through him once more. He gave a sigh of relief and then picked up the rest of his belongings, placing the jounral and frost salts in the pack Zondovon had left behind. As he picked up Arnin's Compass and turned around, Ostel gave the object a peculiar look and said, "What's that?"
"A gift." Seath said, "From... from a friend."
With a nod Ostel then gave the quarters a look around but then after a moment he shook his head, "Slavers, I'll never understand why my people love their kind. Rest assured Seath I am no such sort. If you have need of safe passage, I'll provide it. Prehaps It may be best if we get off this ship though, I need to see how the others are faring, you are welcome to join us for now until you decide otherwise." He said extending his hand.
Seath gave a satisfied grin as he nodded, recognizing the gesture. He raised his hand and grasped the human's, saying, "It would be my pleasure, Ostel." Ostel shook Seath's icy hand until he decided he had enough of the extreme cold it gave off and let go. "Lords, that's cold..." He muttered. Seath nodded and said, "So I'm told."
Ostel, a human. The shifter, Alicia. And their various other companions that had yet to be met. Seath had no idea what he'd been brough into...
But he was glad to be under the assumption that he would enjoy it.
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Jul 05, 12 at 6:44am ^re: The Elemental Legacy [M] [PM] [B]
OOC: Just letting yall know if you have any trouble or have been victims of Rape you may not want to read the following, just PM me and I'll give you a short and sweet. But anyways on with the show
What was once, shall never be again
The deck of the Flying Maiden was a mangled mess, with the main mast cut in two and almost dividing the deck into two battlefields. However with the added spirits forces from Winnie the tide was slowly turning for the crew of the Maiden, but even with the added spirit forces and efforts of the Sages there were a fair number of slain crew members along with the slavers.
The crew of the Maiden gave them no respite, and no mercy. The death of their beloved Captain Horn sent may of their crew into a blood crazed mindset. There would be no prisoners taken from either side in this fight. So like caged like animals the drow invaders fought ever more desperately. In the worst of the fighting stood the battle crazed Dwarf beating the every living snot out of anything that even resembled a dark-skinned freak. Whether it was kicks, punches, or even flinging his figure into a group, many punctures and gashes were made on the drow slavers from Ragnar's fury at the loss of his old comrade.
Beside him a slim but wild-eyed Shifter delivered punishing physical blows with stunning punches, while his punishing kicks sent foe after foe flying away. Chogan Gale’s normally friendly eyes were aflame with the loss of Captain Horn as much as Ragnar was, and thus the blows of his attacks sent many a now limp drow to the wooden deck of the Flying Maiden.
Behind them stood the staggered but still standing Dragonborn. Alphonse was drained from his efforts but nonetheless stood beside the raging dwarf, trying to not get too carried away and tried to protect the spiked plate dwarf’s flanks. With his sword held at the ready, Al intention was to at least hold off any attacker until either the dwarf or the shifter dispatched them. Though it seemed no drow was eager to tackle a intimidating fully-grown Dragonborn so thankfully he didn’t have to test his strength anymore than it already had been.
Even though their Captain had fallen the crew began to rally behind the raging trio, the ffort being led by Horn’s first mate Brosk. The burly half-orc had been injured grievously by a cannon blast that burned that had the left half of his green skinned face brunt black. However he refused to be treated while he was needed, Brosk shouted orders and kept the order of battle as best as he could, his rough and ragged voice trying to keep the crewman of the Flying Maiden fighting and inspired.
Soon the last bit of the drow on their side of the ship fell before their combined efforts. However even as Ragnar gave a howl as the last drow on their side of the ship fell before him, a screech from a familiar elf soon had Ragnar stop mid-howl and look back to the other side of the ship with wide eyes.
“Summer … Come on you oafs! No One else dies today!” The dwarf roared as he thundered across the deck with the rest of the crew following.
Summer was struck dumb in wide-eyed horror at the display before her, the recent memories of the harbor at Nadar coming back to her. The blonde haired elf did not even attempt to hide it as she did behind Ostel's white wolf and the Sage of Water as the duo held their ground and kept any drow from approaching. Whenever Ezra smacked down any drow that got close Snow would pounce on them without fail.
However as the battle raged on even Ezra and Snow could keep their side of the ship safe for so long. And Ezra's efforts soon gained the attention of a well-seasoned group of dark elves, who eyed the Nymph and elf with lecherous eyes. Using some of their group tactics they managed to lure Ezra and Snow away from Summer with just enough room for Summer to be snatched from her corner, all she could do was cream in terror as steel like arms grabbed her and dragged her away from Ezra. Snow turned and barked aloud, with Ezra quickly dispatched her foes in front of her before she turned and her gaze to Summer, and her eyes went wide in fear.
Five Drow now stood on the bow of the ship, with four of them standing in front of their leader who held Summer with a wicked knife to her slim throat. The leader of this group gave gave Ezra and snow shake of his head, “This battle is over, we know we cannot beat you. Let us return to our ship and we will give up the elf. Try anything funny … and you can safely say this lovely little elf will be a corpse.” The silver haired drow said as he pressed the tip of his dagger under her delicate chin, drawing a bit of blood from the elf.
Summer couldn’t help but whimper in a panic, she didn’t want to die here. She was worthless now, and her friends were forced to save her yet again. The elf couldn’t help but murmur aloud, “E. Ezra .. I’m sorry. P.. Please. Help me.” She said with a tear rolling down her face. She hated this. She hated all of the fighting and her being useless, she merely wished to be left alone. She didn’t mean this drow any harm, and yet the elf had heard of the stories and rumors of what her sadistic dark brethren enjoyed.
Her mind flashed a bit back to castle of Ravencrest, the night when Ostel’s brother Fredrick took her. There was a similarity to how the drow here held her viciously and how Fredrick grasped her body that night. The elf’s mind soon went blank as the standoff grew in scope as the dwarf and the rest of the crew arrived. The leader of the drow and the dwarf were shouting at each other, but Summer didn’t hear the exchange him as her mind became lost in the grip of her captor.
The slave was at the will of his master, and this human was glad to teach her that lesson. Blows came down from his broken face where she dared to strike him. The belt, the lash, and even the fire poker all were used to imprint this lesson onto her. Fredrick laughed and seemed to enjoy the pain he caused others, and she was powerless to stop him, and he knew it.
Again the belt came down,making her scream as the sharp pain coursed through her body, “You will know your betters slave.” He seemed to growl as he then punched her stomach hard, her breath leaving her body, “Your pathetic life ends now. But not before I have my fun with you whore.”
Summer cried out in pain, her naked body withering in agony. He merely laughed and grabbed her neck and forcefully opened her fetal position up to him. He then grinned, “Such a shame, such a pretty face. Yet so pathetic”
Fredrick then forced his member into her, and the pain became whole as her violet eyes went wide in shock as he rammed into her. He moved within her, claiming her as a dog would claim his bitch. And the entire terrifying affair went on until he was done with her and came into her.
In tears as her maidenhood was gone, she went limp as Fredrick, now sweaty and heart rushed gave a fiendish grin. The human looked down at her quivering figure, coiled up into a fetal position and sobbing softly and pitifully. Fredrick scoffed at the sight, “Like all elves … nothing more than a lamb waiting to be eaten by the wolf.”
Summer’s mind was gone as he continued to speak, but she only could make out fragments as he stood up and resumed hurting her with a fiendish grin and laugh piercing her mind.
“…. Nothing more than a lamb …”
“…. worthless …”
“… Slave …”
“… Accept your betters…”
“…. you die…”
Summer’s thoughts were not her own, and the darkness of the dungeons took her. The sun and light was gone, only the cold, dank darkness consumed her. Her tears meant nothing now and the world was a cruel and uncaring place. The dark cells seemed to laugh at her wailing and sobs, as a cruel child would laugh at a drowning ant.
“…. Accept your betters…”
“…. Slave …”
“… worthless …”
“…. Time to die…”
And then … something odd happened.
Summer’s entire being soon began to become alight in fire. Not the painful torture fire of Fredrick’s member or the fire poker. But rather it was as if someone had ignited a fire within her heart. Her soul began to scream out to these words, to him, to everything.
“… Accept your betters…”
It began with a whimper, “… no…” it was like a dream, as if she wasn’t the one saying it, but she knew it was her.
Summer spoke aloud with her eyes “I am not”
Her fists clenched, and her mind focused, “I am no longer.”
“….Lamb to the slaughter…”
Her voice yelled back, “NO!”
“…Time to Die…”
And then … Summer’s soul cried out in defiance. And she struck out.
The drow was having a hard time keeping control at this point the elf was struggling and yelling incoherently, swinging wildly with surprising strength. He thought she was merely a simply elf whore of one of the Sages, but he didn’t even have time to think nor talk to the crew of the Flying Maiden. He didn’t want to ill his only ticket off the ship, but his position was becoming uneasy to maintain.
And then the elf swung her head back with a crushing blow that broke the drow’s nose. Howling in pain the dark elf grabbed his blood spewing nose and screeched in pain with both arms freeing Summer.
Only this time, instead of running Summer’s once obedient and pathetic eyes turned and focused on the drow. She then screamed and ran right at the fiend, screaming “NO!” like a wild creature, hollering the entire time as she pushed him away with all strength. The drow was unbalanced and he couldn’t stop the crazed elf as he and her went over the edge of the Flying Maiden and into the waters of the ocean.
The cold water embraced Summer, she didn’t know how to swim. She didn’t care, even as she sank beneath the waves, a smile came to her and an odd warmth comforted her. She had fought back, and if this was were she died, then she could die knowing that she was not a lamb. She was able to fight back, and she did.
The great sea took the small elf and all worry and care left her mind, but her smile was there, she was content. The elf watched the diminishing light of the surface, wishing she could have told Ostel, and maybe proudly hugged Ezra once more before the end. But perhaps this was enough.
Only the dead have seen the end of war - Plato
Every conflict has a peace at the end, every peace has a war coming - Kush
When the first bullet goes by your head, politics and all that other shit goes right out the window - Hoot
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Jul 05, 12 at 5:55pm ^re: The Elemental Legacy [M] [PM] [B]
OOC: As I'm just trying to get myself into the story,I tried to avoid taking too many liberties with characters and the situation, and if someone would like something changed you only need to ask.
It was early in the morning and the sun's rays had just begun to light up of the City of Wind. To Scirocco it was a beautiful sight that she had been longing to see for the better part of a year. She had been away learning fire magic at her families expense. However she had received a letter requesting her to return home immediately. This was disconcerting to say the least. It would something special for her family to call her back home and forfeit a fair portion of their investment.
As She landed in the family estates main courtyard a mere hour later. A much older shifter perhaps some 700 years old stepped into the courtyard, "You made excellent time in returning home Scirocco. I've called you back home because recently the Sapientis Ventus was appointed and sent to receive the training befitting of a sage. We received word that although she had been fortunate enough to meet up with most of the other sages. Sadly it would seem that there are those who mean them harm. The family has decided that you and Aeros should go and support the sage of the wind and by extension the others." The elder handed her a map with trade routes marked on it.
"You'll find them on the trade route headed from Lucerna to Tenebra." She looked the route over.
"Grandfather I'm afraid we would be better off waiting for them in Tenebra rather than finding them en route. Especially since I would be carrying Aeros the whole time and..." She was politely cutoff as the elder gestured for her to stop.
"You won't have to carry Aeros, and as for waiting in Tenebra you know that is unwise. It will be much safer for both you and them to meet up before entering Tenebra. Your cousin was instructed to wait for you at the estates eastern exit."
Scirocco was not expecting to hear her half-shifter cousin had managed to somehow gain the ability to fly. Nearly everyone in the world understood it was almost impossible for a half-breed to learn elemental magic, which she was certain one needed to fly, and yet her cousin who had difficulty with magic as a whole had managed to do so. She quickly grabbed the supplies that had been prepared for her and hurried onwards to the eastern exit.
Once she reached the eastern gate she noticed right away her cousin had himself perched on the top of the gates arch. "Aeros can you get down here so I can go over the route we're taking." In quick response she watched as he shuffled off the gate and landed almost silently despite the twenty foot drop. "We're going to follow the trade routes right? Grandfather already gave me a map detailing the routes." She gave a quick nod before continuing, "This is also your first time outside the estate in over 200 years. Just follow my lead and with some luck we can avoid any trouble. I also want you to fly just a bit ahead of me so I can keep my eye on you. I don't know how accustomed to flying you are yet."
Before saying anything Aeros gave a sharp squawk, which was replied to in kind moments later. A few moments later Sygna and Klaus flew to their respective trainers. Aeros exchanged a hushed conversation before letting Sygna loose. Scirocco in kind instructed Klaus to follow Sygna, and reminded him that she was not prey before sending him into the sky.
"Well we should get going then." Even without looking at his face she could tell through his voice that he had to be grinning over something he had cooked up. Then without another word he took off running for the edge of the city. As usual she had no clue what was running through his head but she had to make she he didn't get himself hurt. With both of them at full sprint towards the edge of the city much of the residents had stopped to watch out of curiosity. Many recognized the family colors as the flashed by. Soon enough they reached the edge with Aeros still in the lead he didn't even bother slowing himself down, instead choosing to dive headlong off the platform.
Scirocco cursed slightly under her breath as she followed suit. As she did so she watched as Aeros halted himself just above the ocean waves. "Race you there." He shouted up to her before he did a quick spin before taking off with considerable speed.
Her surprise had long faded into irritation. He continued to do things that he wasn't supposed to or should have been unable to do. For the last 200 years the biggest difference between the two other than the gender was the fact that she could take the sky as her domain. And now he had encroached upon even that. "As usual you're always trying to one up me." With her grumbling out of the way Scirocco picked up her pace to ensure her cousin didn't foul up and get lost.
Hours later a series of loud cracks broke the monotonous whistling of wind in the pairs ears. "Cannon fire?" The two tossed ideas around while they waited for the return of Sygna and Klaus. Sure enough their companions sharper eyes had found a pair of ships locked in combat. Without another word they moved towards the ships. By the timed they could see the action themselves most of the fighting had either ended or moved inside the ships. However soon enough they saw an man slowly dragging a hostage to the other boat. In a brief moment the hostage lashed out wildly throwing them both into the water.
"I'm pulling the hostage out you try to figure out whats going on Scirocco." Aeros said as he darted towards the water. "NO! YOU IDIOT DON'T RUSH INTO A BATTLEFIELD OF STRANGERS!" Scirocco in a genuine panic dove after Aeros before noticing a woman from one of the ships had dived into the water and would reach the now drowning hostage before Aeros. This action calmed her down only slightly and she decided to follow her cousins plan.
The woman had managed to pull what Aeros now recognized as an elf from to water's surface and was making a strong effort to get them back to the boat. She then started yelling up to her companions, "Hurry up and get us out of the water! The blood has drawn in sharks!" Aeros could certainly see slender shadows underneath the waves. "I'll pull you out just keep a good hold of you friend!" He shouted out as he finally got over them. He could see a mixture of surprise, confusion, and fear in her eyes. However she accepted the help quickly as she threw her free arm around the elf and let the shifter pull her out of the water. Moments later the three of them were safely on board the boat once more. "You swim extremely well, you wouldn't happen to be the Sage of Water would you? I'm Aeros Nachluf, I've come to support the Sage and Wind and her companions."
Scirocco had just watched as her cousin lifted two sopping wet individuals from the water and back onto the boat. She could feel a scream of frustration building up, but she forced it down as she landed and began sorting things out. It was apparently quickly to her that this was the ship they were looking for.
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Jul 08, 12 at 4:34pm ^re: The Elemental Legacy [M] [PM] [B]
“They Think This Saves Us From Our Hell”
“Will you excuse me? I need to get her before I go back on that ship” Thomas told Ostel.
“Of course” Ostel said in reply. Thomas then turned around and looked around the ship. He made an odd gesture as if he was tracking someone. Thomas then had picked up on the scent of where Keirana was, and made way for her cabin very swiftly.
Keirana was just about to make her way to help in the fight. When she opened the door she was greeted with Thomas’s presence. “Thomas?” she said caught by surprise.
“Milady” Thomas said bowing to her. Keirana looked at his beat up face and his odd expression. “Are you alright?”
“Yes. I believe so. That nasty pirate captain caught me. He wanted to sell me off. Keirana…” Thomas began to say. Keirana raised an eyebrow.
‘’I hate to be the messenger here but you are my friend and I protected you once in your human life. I still will with my entire honor.”
Keirana stared at him but all of a sudden she felt something grow inside of her. It was Adonis. She could sense an emotion coming from him, lust. That feeling was not aimed at her, but at someone else. She grinded her teeth together and took a deep breath.
“Don’t leave?” Keirana said asking him. Thomas nodded and put a hand on her should and gripped it tightly. “Friends no matter what befalls us.”
Keirana then picked up her sabers; she then went over to the miniature closet that was in her cabin. In a frustrated way she opened the doors and looked at her armor. She then dressed in it quickly and flew out of the room, Thomas following closely behind her. They then found Ostel waiting for them. “I am going with” she told Ostel. Before he could say anything in response she made her way over to the enemy ship.
Keirana was in front of the group and upon getting into the ship she immediately started to sniff the air. She ran forward but out of nowhere three men came and stood before her. She gave them an angry stare and clenched her fists together.
“Hahaha look here gents. We have a woman… Rape her before killing them!” one of the men said. He gave Keirana a grimy six teeth grin.
Keirana merely smiled at them “Sorry to mislead you.” She told them calmly.
She then took her sabers out of their hilts and with a flash of movement she was behind the men. “I have no intention of being raped or killed.”
Then with even more faster movements she cut the men up severing their heads upon killing them. She then looked at her companions. “I’ll be fine you can go clear out the rest.” Before anyone could say anything back to her she turned back around and sped down the hall.
As Keirana inspected all the cells she kept sensing Adonis as she got closer. “Ugh…” she said. The feeling she felt. His lust and yearning for someone else. Keirana’s fangs came out and she shook her head.
Keirana felt as if she was inside a dream, although oddly she that pieces of a complicated puzzle started to finally fall into place. Adonis very rarely ever talked about his maker and what exactly it was like once he was turned into a vampire. He was an honorable man, or was he? She thought to herself. No one can ever be without some evil. Thomas. She remembered his warnings. At that time she pushed the warnings aside and told him that everything was to be alright.
Even Keirana has evil dwelling within her, whether it was the smallest hint or the largest things that consumed her. A vampire’s maker would always have hold over its subject, unless the maker has released its subject from its grasps. Vampires could not glamour other vampires or dhampirs. Which were half vampires and half humans. No matter if the vampire was released there would always be a bond between a maker and its vampire.
“Well at least I was able to convince him to release me years ago…” Keirana whispered to herself. “This will make things quite easier.”
There was one thing Keirana did know. No matter how old a vampire was that never had any hold over an enraged vampire.
She then turned around a corridor and her gaze was now fixed on two figures that were a couple of feet away.
Her cold blood seemed to get colder, and her face more pale. Then more of a violent rage started to fill her blood. All she knew was they were going pay.
The figure whose face she could see was tall and slender. Her arms were chained up against the bars of the cell and her legs were spread. She had a pale figure, with raven black short hair. It was ever so straight and she has a high forehead. There was a familiar figure in front of her. His black hair seemed to come undone and was messy. He was tall and broad. The movement of their bodies going back and forth were almost animal like. As the woman groaned and the man yelled in pleasure. They automatically stopped when they heard Keirana’s presence.
“Leave him alone bitch. He is mine!” Keirana said to her. Her gaze was cold and deadly looking.
“Oh honey. He was mine long before he was ever yours.” The woman said as she cackled.
Keirana’s fangs came out again “don’t ‘honey’ me you old woman!”
She then looked at Adonis with an angry and hurt expression. “How could you?!” she growled at him.
Adonis looked upon Keirana with petty. “It seems the charade is up.” The two covered themselves up with their clothes and Adonis unlocked the woman. “Vivienne meet Keirana.”
“So this is the one?" Vivienne said studying Keirana.
Keirana just stared at Vivienne.
“Now why don’t you be a good girl and respect your superiors. You belong with us. We are the true meaning of vampires. Cold, selfish, evil, and lustful.”
“I don’t see what makes you so superior” Keirana told her coldly.
Vivienne looked at her and gave a sneering look. “You’re right Adonis. She is inferior.”
Keirana’s rage seemed to intensify upon hearing those words being spoken.
“Oh please and you are? I think we are soon to find out who is the more inferior of us.”
Keirana then took her hands and wrapped them around Vivienne throat. She then sped out of the cell room with Vivienne. Coming back to the entrance of the enemy ship Keirana still had Vivienne within her grasp. Vivienne took her long sharp fingernails and ran them against Keirana’s face tearing her skin apart. Keirana’s face began to bleed and she clenched her teeth.
She then picked up her up and threw her into the Flying Maiden. She then leapt after her and the two began fighting.
“What are you a cat?” her retorted to Vivienne. Keirana then grabbed what hair should of the black haired vampire. Holding a lock in a tight grasp and banged her head into a nearby wooden pole. Vivienne then shifted away from Keirana and picked up a nearby steel spear off the floor.
Keirana then took out her sabers once more and started pacing from side to side cautiously. Vivienne grunted and started to charge at Keirana. Keirana met her with her weapons and pushed Vivienne back.
“Well you are persistent. I’ll give you that much. Maybe.”
Vivienne then trusted forward trying to aim at Keirana’s stomach. Keirana then made another flash of a movement shifting towards Vivienne. She raised a weapon towards Vivienne’s throat.
Vivienne met the raised weapon with the spear pushing it out of the way. Keirana let out a short laugh and sliced Vivienne’s left arm. Vivienne yelled at her and then took the spear and quickly drove it into the edge of Keirana’s leg.
Adonis looked merely amused at the scene and stood in front of the women with smug look on his face.
“Keirana you could be something great. But instead you chose to be… Difficult.” Adonis said coldly. His expression was cold and he seemed to look as if he was better than anyone else on the ship. Something had clearly changed.
“These inferiors whom you made friends with they are nothing compared to us!” Adonis said loudly.
“How dare you!” Keirana said. Vivienne then sliced the other side of Keirana’s face as Keirana casted a look at Adonis. She then turned to Vivienne and shifted behind her. Catching the vampire off guard she grabbed her by the hair once more and pushed her to the floor. Then slammed her fist into Vivienne’s face, Keirana then stood up and looked at Adonis.
“I am not trash to which you can cast aside.” Keirana said angrily.
Adonis laughed at her. “I’m surprised you never caught on.”
“Oh shut up!” Keirana said now more annoyed at him than anything she then aimed her sword at his chest. Before she could move she felt something hit her chest. Not paying attention to Vivienne. The woman had picked up a bow and arrow and shot Keirana with it.
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Jul 11, 12 at 11:35pm ^re: The Elemental Legacy [M] [PM] [B]
The Brightest Light Shines in the Darkest Night
The battle for the Flying Maiden had seemed to finally be coming to an end. For when Ostel exited from the captain’s quarters with Alicia in wolf form as well Seath, his new-found Iceborn companion, the human warrior saw the combat die to a standstill on the decks of both ships. The sounds of metal on metal, of rushing water and fire gave way to the moans and anguish of the dying and injured.
The smell and sight of the battle sent shivers up Ostel's back, but he merely shook his head to clear his mind. He had to see how things were on the Flying Maiden. He nodded to Thomas as he made his errand, while he Alica and Seath made their way off the Gambit and onto their ship. There the trio stood guard, looking at the damage of the battle while waiting for Winifred to gather the elvish prisoners.
In time The Sage of Darkness came to the deck, as did the slaves, and after a short reassurance from Ostel they willingly made their way off the Gambit. He asked Alicia to lead them to the cargo hold until things were situated, and Seath as well volunteered to escort them below. Ostel agreed to this, hoping that the elves were too drained to be scared of the large white-scaled Iceborn.
As Ostel stood on the Flying Maiden he waited for his companions to cross the makeshift boarding plank that was used earlier by the drow to attack the Maiden. When the elvish slaves crossed easily Ostel then noticed the Sage of Darkness bringing up the rear of the slaves, her gaze seemingly down as if lost in a haze. At first he grew puzzled as to why the demon would be downcast after a fight, figuring her glee at the carnage of the battle would make her satisfied.
Anfd then he saw the blood dripping from her arms from her earlier efforts, they still had not been treated. Her strides, once direct and powerful now seemed labored and sluggish. He then called out, "Winifred?"
The Sapiens Tenebrae then seemed to struggle to pick her head up, her eyes wearily looking toward him as she stood on the center of the boarding plank. Her expression seemed ... almost weak.
He sighed and then began to cross to the plank to his companion, "What's wrong?" the Sage of Light asked.
All he got was a smile from her as he came closer, and then closed her eyes as her legs seemed to crumble under her own weight. Her armored figure tipped over the side and began to fall off the plank to the waters below where sharks in the water danced excitedly at the prospect of a new meal.
However as the Sage of Darkness tumbled over the edge of the plank, Ostel dove down and grabbed Winifred's outstretched bloodied arm with a grunt of effort escaping him. The force of him landing on the plank unsettled the balance of it, but it held firm thankfully. Unfortunately for Ostel the leap had knocked the wind out of him and he cursed aloud as he felt his the grip on Winnie's arm lossen from all the blood that had stained her arm.
Ostel then swore, "Winifred, grab my arm. Winifred! Wake up!"
She lifted her head slowly and his eyes met hers.
"I can't grab your arm, you idiot!" she snapped, her eyes filled with fear.
Her arm slipped once more and his fingers locked around her wrist. He knew he wasn't going to be able to pull her up and she knew it too. The defeat was written over her face.
"I don't like to be called Winifred. Call me Winnie," the demon glanced down at the sharks circling below her before she glanced back up at his face.
"You're going to be alirght, Winnie," Ostel told her, not knowing what else to possibly say.
She laughed and continued to laugh even when his grip slipped. He now held her only by her fingers.
"Liar," she accused. He nodded and opened his mouth to reply when the Sage of Darkness slipped through his fingers. It seemed as if she were frozen in midair for a moment. There was a serene smile on her face and her eyes were closed. He watched in horror as her body hit the water. Something red splayed out underneath the surface of the sea. Was it her hair or was it her blood? He watched the redness sink and all the sharks dove under the sea. They were eating the woman he had held just moments before. It was like Nadar all over again. The same feeling ate him alive. He might as well have ran her through himself, her death would have been faster that way. He watched the water to find it calm and stained red with the blood of the dead.
The bastard lifted himself onto his knees but he dropped his head into his hands. He sobbed quietly, knowing that no one deserved to die in that way. The guilt sank from his chest and buried itself in his stomach. Pulling him down. Weighing him down until he felt as if the sea was pressing on him.
"Winnie," he whispered quietly. He hadn't known her for long, or even anything about her. He allowed himself to wonder about what she was like. What was her favorite color? Did she have a favorite food?
"Bowing to my memory, Ostel?"
The human glanced around, thinking he was out of his mind. He was hearing her voice now. He had to wonder if he was starting to loose it. But she was actually there, crumpled in a wet heap behind him.
"How? You fell and I thought you..."
The demon laughed, "Died? I managed to teleport up here. I've never tried vertical teleporting before."
"I'm just glad that you're alright," Ostel said, truly meaning every word. The redhead grinned and her eyes fluttered shut.
Out of worry Ostel grabbed both her shoulders in an attempt prevent her falling again, "Woah Winnie! Don't be closing yer eyes after what just happened." After a moment of no response from her Ostel asked gently shoke her, "Winnie?" he asked, which made her emerald eyes open.
She was smiling, not the sadistic smile of a vile demon, but what seemed to be a genuine smile.
Before he could ask if she needed help, Keirana and what looked to be a new arrival bursted out of the hull of the Gambit and began a deadly dance from the slave ship to the Flying Maiden. This drew the attention of the Sages as well as the crew, but by the ferocity of the battle and the weariness of the recent fight not many seemed keen on intervening.
However when Adonis shoved past them and began condemning everyone on the ship for being a weakling some warning, Ostel's mind clicked that something had changed about the almost ancient vampire. That and his senses of the evil that dwelled within Adonis, which once had felt small to Ostel, now seemed to have blossomed like a cruel flower.
Slowly the Sage of Light made is way to his fellow sages who had gathered around a grieving Ragnar and the crew of the Flying Maiden who wept around the fallen figure of Captain Horn. Though it did pain him to stop their mourning, Ostel grasped his mentor's shoulder, "Ragnar it's not safe here. You have to move everyone you can away from this fight. You and the crew are in no condit...."
He never got to finish as his mentor shrugged his pupil's hand off and gave him a glare that Ostel had never seen before. It was as if Ostel had taken a piss on the graves of the dwarven ancestors and asked if Ragnar was all right with that. That kind of glare from a dwarf is never forgotten.
However the dwarf glanced over at the battle between Keirana and the newcomer nodded silently and said a few words to the crew of the Flying Maiden. With glares aimed at the Sages of Divius and the few companions of theirs they retrieved the two halves of their former captain and made their way from the scene of the fight. Alicia and Seath soon rejoined the group as well, saying that the elves were tucked away as safe as they could be. Ezra as well joined with two shifter's saying that Summer was safely put in her quaters.
As the fight went ill for Keirana, Ostel then turned to his fellow Sages as he drew his sword Havard from it's scabbard, "This needs to end. Now." He said with stern tone that meant he was about to step into stop this brawl.
Coming beside the sage of light came two white wolves, one being his hunting partner since he was a child and the other his new lover. Snow merely barked, and Alicia spoke in his mind, "I stand with you." Then came Ezra, her twin Chakrams held still at the ready despite some cuts and bruises, her ocean eyes holding a determined gaze, "Agreed." Then came Winifred, her red hair flowing behind her demonic armored figure, her fiendish scythe held at her back, "Never a dull moment." Then came the towering figure of Alphonse, the hulking Dragonborn looking winded, but he said raggedly, "Guess we have no choice." Seath as well spoke with his icy weapons held at the ready, "This vessel cannot take much more damage, better we stop this now before things get worse."
Thomas as well arrived and drew his newly acquired blade, "We have to save her." He said with a hint of desperation in his voice. Then came the slim but stoic Chogan Gale, with the shifter cracking his knuckles, "Well, better to fight as one." The two new shifters as well realized the great powers at work here, and the male of the pair spoke, "I, Aeros Nachluf and my sister Scirocco are at your command Sage of Light." With the company behind him Ostel nodded and turned back toward the trio of vampires engaged in their own little war.
Upon Keirana's being struck by an arrow, which sent the female vampire to the deck of the ship Ostel knew it was time to act.
He held Havard before him and funneled the power of his element into his cherished blade. The bastard sword soon began to hum and spark as the metal shined as a comet does in a dark sky against the setting sun.
The Sage of Light then howled in a deep booming voice that seemed not his own, "ENOUGH!!"
Such was the magnitude of his presence that Adonis and his new ally stopped their approach toward the fallen vampire. Perhaps it was because of those behind him, or maybe it was the fact that his weapon held their attention.
Whatever the reason the bastard of the Grimward house of Lucerna marched tall and proud toward the two fiends with his companions behind him, his voice commanding all of Adonis and the female's gaze, "You will not lay Another Damned Hand on Keirana! Adonis! And You! Begone!" He said as he came beside his fallen comrade who looked up on him with stunned eyes. While they were distracted Thomas quickly grasped Keirana, trying to comfort her and examine her wound
Adonis then muttered, "Do You Not Know Who you are dealing with? Foolish mortal, I am Adonis, and I can tear you pieces in a blink of an eye. And this is Vivienne, my sire. Between the two of us the power of the Sages is nothing." He said as he took a step forward.
Suddenly at that moment anger filled Ostel, a deep hatred of this dark foe that stood before him. Maybe it was the way that Adonis walked with such confidence at his power, and now his enjoyment to torment those around him. A deep searing flame emblazoned from his soul at the wretched creature before him
And Ostel knew right then and there.... THIS, was a creature that deserved his full power. He then allowed himself to unleash his full power. The Sapientis lux held his treasured sword in both hands, extending the blade out in front of him in a mid guard stance as he howled aloud as the light from within him emitted from his very being. The light seemed to pierce outward from him, his physical form becoming as if alight in white fire, it's tendrils licking and igniting the air around him. The effect was almost blinding to Winifred, Keirana, Adonis, Vivienne but seemed to give a sense of comfort and ease to all others who saw him now.
That made Adonis stop his advance. Even his sire Vivienne raised an eyebrow at the display.
Ostel then almost growled, "You. Will. Not. Touch. Her." He said as if commanding it.
The aged and yet placid Vivienne then regained her composure and crossed her arms in annoyance, "Well this is unexpected. Adonis my dear, will you dispose of him? His light irritates me." Adonis turned his sire and nodded, "I'll do so now my love." But before he could turn around completely, an unexpected figure seemed to materialize in front of him.
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Only the dead have seen the end of war - Plato
Every conflict has a peace at the end, every peace has a war coming - Kush
When the first bullet goes by your head, politics and all that other shit goes right out the window - Hoot
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Jul 12, 12 at 1:09am ^re: The Elemental Legacy [M] [PM] [B]
When I had learned that Adonis had a hand in harming his former lover, I snapped. I clinched my teeth and tried not to run into a conflict blindly. We all gathered around Ostel and prepared for combat against the traitor and this newcomer. To be honest, I was still tired, however I had to suck it up. Even with all of our manpower, ancient vampires are something to be reckoned with. I grabbed my sword and prepared for anything to happen. When Ostel began to glow, Adonis had turned his attention toward the newcomer; I took this as my chance to land a blow. I jumped into the air and had my wings spread out. It was painful to even glide a short distance since they had barely began to heal, but I had to take this opportunity. As he turned to notice me, I had slashed his back and brought my free hand to the new wound and shot a fireball at him. Adonis jumped back away from me, his wounds were beginning to close as muscle and sinew began to snake their way across the opening. He stared at me coldly and began to run at me at an almost blinding speed. I swung at him, but he had somehow managed to grab me from behind.
"Pitiful," he darkly cackled, "Truly pitiful. Out of all the people I've had the displease to have to endure, you're the most inferior."
"Bite me," I spat.
"Poor choice of words."
For a second, I thought I was going to fall prey to the vile monster. That was before a spear made of complete ice had grazed his side. I was freed, so I took the opportunity to rake him with my free hand's claws. As before the damage I did was already beginning to heal. The others at this point had joined in on the brawl. The newcomer had came at me, causing me to drop my sword. Our hands locked, and she began to slowly began to force me down with her superior strength. She did it in a way that was agonizingly slow, she was toying with me.
"You underestimate your superiors," she chuckled, "The only reason people like you exist is to be our sustenance."
The woman had a wicked smiled spread across her face; it disgusted me. I began to inhale through my nostrils, and began to breathe fire from my maw. The ancient vampire had anticipated this and had backed off at the last second, waving her finger and making tut sounds. This just infuriated me even more and I charged her. A young demoness had sent out shadowy tendrils at the female vampire.
The demoness snarled, "Quit hogging the fun."
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Jul 13, 12 at 8:30pm ^re: The Elemental Legacy [M] [PM] [B]
“You Should Take a Picture Because You Might Never See Me Again”
Keirana grasped her chest tightly when Vivienne's arrow hit her. "You put up quite a fight although it was a weak sight to see." Vivienne shouted at Keirana.
"You think you are better... You just wait." Keirana struggled to say upon taking damage. Afterwards gathering what strength she could and started to leap at Vivienne. About two feet in the air she stopped and a piercing cry left her. Adonis had come up from behind her and drove a dagger into her back.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Keirana's cry was loud and extremely ear piercing. Suddenly the monstrous form of Thanos leap forward and started to growl and bark at Adonis and Vivienne.
"What a disgrace for a vampire... You will never know your true powers." Adonis's voice drawled.
"Which is why you don't deserve to be one of us. Human only seems befitting. As you still possess all the qualities of your human life." Vivienne said analyzing Keirana. Vivienne then started to whisper some words slowly. Smiling as she was doing so. Then all of a sudden Keirana's body began to jolt a few times. "What are you-" Keirana said in a distasteful tone.
"Oh it's just a little curse my dear" Vivienne said laughing.
"You're proper form will soon start to take place, as a human!" Adonis said and he knelt down and slapped Keirana across the face.
Thanos then leapt for Adonis's leg and bit down on it hard.
"YOU STUPID ANIMAL! You dare attack me?" Adonis yelled at Thanos who was just merely trying to protect Keirana from his insane master.
Adonis then picked up Thanos which took no effort and threw him across the ship. Next he muttered a few words. Thanos whimpered in pain but then got up quickly and started spinning off in circles, with a few more barks he then surprisingly jumped out of the ship and dove into the water.
Keirana's eyes were filled with pure rage as she looked at Adonis and Vivienne. "Thanos! No!”
"You'll be dead the next time we meet. AND..." She said as she looked Adonis straight in the eyes and remembered what he once told her attacker William.
She then said slowly "I PROMISE YOU...I am going to enjoy giving you the most painful death as no one has ever deserved the honor more than you."
At this time it had appeared to be that Alicia drifted off from the group very shortly. Because as Keirana was looking from her to Ostel to everyone else. When she reappeared she was in human form all dressed up.
Then out of nowhere a bright extremely white light started to flood her line of vision. She has sensed the light coming from Ostel as if his reaction to seeing what was going on was taking over. "Ohhhh" she said ever so weakly.
Keirana looked back at the group weakly and gave them a slight nod. She then she fell to the floor unable to gather anymore strength to stand.
After the exchange between the Sage of Light and Adonis and Vivienne, Adonis then drew his wicked sword and murmured a few words of power that seemed to change the blade to a sickly dark green color. He then advanced toward the white lit figure of Ostel with his blade held at the ready, dark ooze splattering the deck where it dripped. Adonis then grinned, "Pity, you would have been a fine addition."
The Sage of Light turned to his companions, "I have this one, watch that bitch of his, and she makes a move come to the rescue alright?" He said with a wry grin before he turned to march out to meet the ancient vampire. Between the ominous aura of Adonis and the crackling light of Ostel it was as if the pair stood as opposing moral forces of the world on the humble deck of the Flying Maiden.
The human moved first, the blinding light giving him a strength and confidence he had never felt before, but Adonis having the value of many lives of experience was ready and stood his ground as Ostel clashed with him in a song of steel. The inhuman reflexes of Adonis parried every attack made by Ostel, making the Sage grit his teeth in fury as the foul creature before him toyed with him.
Soon Adonis pressed his own attack, but Ostel seemed to hold his own, surprising the old vampire. There was strength in this one, and a certain youthful vigor Adonis remembered having ages ago. He was shocked when he tried to slip past the Sage's defenses and received a searing slash across his face from Ostel's light blazed sword.
Adonis, wild in an unexpected fury attacked Ostel with a unbelievable speed, and succeeded in off balancing Ostel, before spinning and slashing below the Sage of Light's guard under his left ribcage. However instead of falling down the resilient human howled and rammed his forehead into Adonis's face with ferocious force. Stunned for a brief moment, the vampire was unable to act as his feet left the deck from under him as Ostel barreled him down. With adrenaline coursing through the human, Ostel literally picked up the vampire by the scruff of his neck collared shirt and literally flung Adonis away from him.
As Ostel picked up his treasured blade again he muttered coldly, "I told you before, I'll tell you again. You are not touching another one of my companions." He said holding his sword at the ready with one hand while grasping his injure with the other. The light from Ostel dimmed slightly, but the determined gaze of the Grimward did not fade or wane.
"You nasty little-" Winnie muttered before screaming something that was clearly obscene in her native language. The vampire scowled, "What exactly do you plan on doing? Killing me with words?"
The vampire blinked and the demon was gone. He didn't even have time to be confused because a pointy wooden object was soon embedded in his back.
"See? This is much more effective then words, isn't it you miserable bastard?" Winnie laughed, twirling the spear around, enjoying the sound of a bone crunching. "Who's inferior now? What's that? You're screaming to loud for me to hear you clearly." The Sage of Darkness yanked the weapon from the vampire's body and she expected him to fall to the ground and slowly bleed to death. However, he whipped around once more but the demon was already gone. He turned again only to feel the sharp sting of the spear shaft enter his side. She pulled the spear out but before she could move, the vampire's fingers closed around her throat.
"I am better then you. I am a vampire! I am immortal!" Adonis boasted, to which the demon rolled her eyes. The vampire's expression shifted from arrogant to infuriated in a matter of seconds as his fingers tightened around the redhead's neck.
"Go to hell," she wheezed before she delivered a kick between his legs. The man released her and dropped like a stone. Gasping for breath, Winnie had a feeling that she wasn't going to win this one. Just that little bit of exertion caused blood to drip down her arms.
"You little bitch," Adonis hissed, raising his poison sword. The demon pulled her scythe from the shadows and blocked the blow. He put all of his weight into trying to force her to drop her weapon. With her injuries from the previous battle she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold him off like this for long. She rolled to the right and felt the sword slice into her left shoulder all the way down to her elbow. She got to her feet, ignoring the pain. Adonis charged at her, sword at the ready. Winnie brought her scythe up to meet his sword and there was the loud clash of metal on metal. Droplets of poison flew from Adonis' blade and landed on her arms, eating through her armor and burning into her skin. She jumped backwards and tendrils of darkness wrapped around one of Adonis' sword arm. To her surprise, he switched his sword to the other hand and slashed through the tentacle.
Winnie jumped back into the fight but it seemed that no matter what she did she couldn't get an upper hand. Just as she managed to deflect his sword the vampire moved to the side and grabbed her outstretched arm and calmly snapped it in half. The demon swung her scythe but without her other hand Adonis ducked the swing and cruelly twisted her broken arm.
She shrieked and dropped to her knees but the sick bastard didn't let go. "Aren't you going to beg, sweetheart?" He sneered. "Then maybe I'll let go."
The Sage calmly slapped him across the face with her good arm. This resulted in another agonizing arm twist but it was worth it to see Adonis' calm facade slip. The vampire adjusted his grip on her broken arm and threw her across the deck. She sailed through the sky and hit the door leading below decks. Winnie hit the deck, unconscious.
Out of anger at the sight of Ostel being wounded and the despicable pair before her, Alicia ran up to Keirana and pulled the arrow out of Keirana's chest as easily as she could without causing further harm. With surprising strength and accuracy, the shifter threw the arrow as hard as she could and watched with sick satisfaction as it buried deeply into Vivienne's chest.
"If I ever see either of you, you bet that you will have a wolf at your throat," she sneered, "To think I befriended someone as easily manipulated as you Adonis... you... you are the one that is WEAK!"
Adonis looked at Alicia and spat on the ground before her saying “to think I befriended such a little bitch. You are inferior to me! You hear me?! YOU ALL ARE! Mine is the true face of vampires!"
Thick dark red blood was seeping out of Keirana's back and chest as she whimpered in pain. "UGH!" She let out a distressed cry upon hearing Adonis's retort at Alicia and began coughing up blood. Fenris came and laid next to Keirana putting his head on her arm and whimpered for his injured companion. Keirana had never taken injuries so serious since the night William attacked her. Of course that night was also the night that Adonis saved her but now he turned traitor to her throwing her away as if she was garbage. Keirana's gaze was fixed on the sky and cold tears poured down her blood stained face.
"Adonis... you are no better than the worms within the dirt," Alicia said as she walked to Keirana, "Get out of here before I kill that bitch of yours and don't think I can't." Once she was done talking, she turned her back on Adonis and offered Keirana her arm in a calm manner. "Drink," she said simply.
Keirana looked at Alicia weakly but she did not want to drink her friend's blood. She shook her head at Alicia "I cannot ask that of you. You are my friend..." Keirana muttered.
Alicia shoved her arm under the vampire's nose now. "Drink Keirana, I mean it," she said, "I don't want you to die because of some bitch of a vampire who gets jealous because you are much prettier than she is."
Keirana's eyes widened up and she nodded her head slowly closing her eyes. Keirana's fangs came out slowly and her eyes were closed together as tight as possible because of the guilt she knew she would feel from drinking her friends blood. "I'm sorry" she whispered to Alicia and then she stared at Alicia's arm and went in for the bite. At the last second she jerked her head away shaking her head "no." Adonis eyes were wide with shock at the sight. And from what Keirana could sense so was the rest of the group.
Alicia rolled her eyes quickly shifted her teeth into sharp fangs and bite down on her arm. Blood immediately started dripping down her arm and Keirana's eyes widened even more upon seeing Alicia bite herself. The shifter stared at her arm for a moment before locking her mouth over the wound and allowing the blood to fill her mouth. With little to no hesitation, Alicia gently grabbed the back of Keirana's head and planted her lips firmly on the vampire's, forcing the blood down her throat.
Keirana almost coughed and was surprised by Alicia's act of kindness. Keirana then allowed herself to give in and started drinking the shifters blood. Keirana's body started to warm up as Alicia's blood tasted like honey in Keirana's mouth. Alicia broke off the kiss then and raised an eyebrow. "Will you drink now?" she asked as she held out her still bleeding arm, and then smirked at Adonis.
Keirana smiled at Alicia nodding her head at her and in a clear voice said “yes."
Alicia offered her arm to the female vampire and kneeled down beside her as she looked directly at Adonis. "I hope you burn in the fiery pits of hell," she said coldly, "To do such a thing to the person who loved you most is unforgivable, though it seems that bitch of yours is bleeding out... Did I hit her too hard with the arrow?"
As Adonis moved to look at Vivienne he looked down on Keirana “you’re such a pathetic weakling sympathizer. You lack the ability to ever be a true vampire I wondered for many years if you would ever be of that compassion. Apparently you are incapable of that.”
Thomas was holding Keirana on his lap looking at her wounds. He had been silent up until now. “You will pay for what you have done traitor. Mark my words I will cleanse this land of your despicable self.”
“I suppose my charade never convinced you eh Thomas?” Adonis sneered at him.
“You forget who I am traitor. I dare say you won’t forget who that is in the future... You truly have no redeeming qualities about yourself.” Thomas told him. “She gave up everything for you and fell for your little charade. No matter what I ever thought about you. I had hoped this day wouldn’t come where you’d ruin Keirana! This lady here is right” he said looking upon Alicia. “To do such a thing to someone who loved you is most unforgiveable. You shall burn in the fiery pits of hell as I shall be the one to send you there!”
Thomas got up quickly moving Keirana’s body carefully. His armor clanked together and he withdrew his great sword and aimed it directly at Adonis’s face. “If you dare to attack anyone on this ship again I can promise you one thing.”
Adonis sneered at Thomas “I would advise you to point that weapon somewhere else Thomas.”
Thomas stepped a little closer to Adonis “oh are we scared now? You should be. I promise you that you will meet the true death. Now be gone you filthy leeches!”
Adonis looked back at Vivienne who you could sense was in great pain due to the arrow that hit her but she tried her hardest to keep a calm expression laid out on her face. Adonis then looked down at Keirana's body and gave her a look of great hatred. "Darling you know nothing about the true nature of a vampire" he said mockingly and before anyone could get another word out Adonis and Vivienne quickly shifted into bats. The bat that Adonis shifted into let out a great screech towards Alicia and Keirana and then the two flew off.
“They can’t just get away!” Keirana heard Ezra say. Keirana smiled weakly at her. “That was not the time to kill them. I can feel it… Their time will come soon. Vengeance is not done favoring me yet.”
"Don't listen to him, just drink and regain your strength," Alicia said as she gently petted Keirana's head as she fed from her, "No matter what... I won't let him hurt you... or Ostel... you are both too precious to me."
Thomas knelt down on the side of Keirana looking at her wounds. This time they did not heal right away. Keirana looked at him “you had warned me… I am sorry…” she said then passed out. Thomas looked grimly upon his longtime friend. He picked her up carefully in his arms and turned to Alicia. “Is there some room we can take her to so her wounds can get bandaged up?”
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OOC: Long one, but this should conclude the battle officially. Hope yall enjoy! I feel this song goes well with it, click it if you would like comrades: Sun Kil Moon - Heron Blue
The Aftermath of the Storm
The setting sun over the vast ocean of Divus was a peaceful sight to behold, the light coming from the sinking star sending light bouncing off the clouds in a beautiful varied display of lively colors.
In contrast to the lovely sunset, two smoking vessels upon the ocean drifted together across the ocean’s expanse. From overhead one could say the bigger, slower vessel was supporting it’s smaller kin, and though both were injured they helped each other limp across the blue waste before them.
On the deck of the Flying Maiden, Ostel watched as the pair of bats flew off opposite of the setting sun, into the encroaching dark clouds that heralded the coming of night. Has hazel eyes glared at the dwindling figures of Adonis and his sire, as if marking them to his memory no more than a lawman would mark a criminal. In his mind, what Adonis did was unforgivable. There was enough bad in the world, but when he betrayed Keirana, he crossed a line that to Ostel made him less then a being.
Shaking his head the dark-haired Grimward turned his gaze from the bats, and focused on the makeshift bandage that he was fastening to his side. The wound from Adonis was not as bad one as the wounds he had suffered from others, such as the battle of Nadar and from Winnie’s summoned Demon God Balthazar.
That being said he knew an even a small wound could potentially even the mightiest individual in time. So he spent a little of his healing magic on himself, however there were many others who needed his magic than he did. So Ostel used only what he thought he needed to fight the poison, hoping his body would overcome the wound naturally. He gritted his teeth and muttered a curse when tightened the linen bandage again, and then focused on what was going on behind him with the others.
He saw the newly arrived Thomas holding unconscious Keirana in his arms and asking Alicia, who was now in human form and clothed in one of his garbs from his room. At first he had remind himself that he had slept with the shifter, it was only yesterday and the battle for the ships made him briefly forget. However even in his grab Ostel couldn’t help but smile at Alicia’s figure, even in his garb she was still very striking and lovely to behold.
Ostel then shoke is head to clear his perverted mind, trying to focus himself on what needed to be done in the aftermath of a battle of this scale. Captain Horn was dead, there was no contesting that, when cut cleanly in two such as he was then it was only a matter of time. Ragnar wasn’t around barking orders … and Ostel understood why.
Horn was one of The Damned, a feared group of warriors who successfully led the effort to suppress the elvish revolt in Lucerna fifty years ago. The group consisted of the smuggler Captain Horn who now was dead or dying, Ostel’s knightly step-uncle Ser Victor from Nadar, Ragnar Ironside, and the drow slave captain Zondovon who they just faced. The human had never seen his dwarven mentor in sadness before, but he couldn’t begin to imagine what would happen if something like that happened to him. If Alicia killed Summer or if Winnie killed Ezra … he imagined it would tear him up inside.
Thomas’s question to Alicia shook Ostel back to reality from his dark thoughts, “Is there some room we can take her to, so her wounds can get bandaged up?” Alicia stood there for a moment thinking with a hand on chin deep in thought, after a brief wait she said, “We will make room Thomas, follow me. Ostel, we may have to use your room for her, also we may need your help. You are the best healer we have on this ship.” The shifter said with her eyes making their way to him.
Ostel in turn nodded, “I’ll be along shortly, I need to see if Ragnar’s alright.”
Alicia gave him a worried glance when she saw the red blotch of blood beneath his bandage, “Don’t be too long, I want to see how bad that injury is.” She said with a stern gaze.
Ostel allowed a wry smile at the way she just commanded him, she still had a fire in her, which to him was good. Either she was overcoming her fear very well or she was getting used to putting on a face, “I’ll be there shortly, Thomas my herbs and antidote’s are beneath my bed.” When the other nodded Alicia took a moment to look at Ostel with a worried gaze, but then led the way below decks.
The Grimward then heard his fellow sage Alphonse speak aloud, “So, what happens now?” Ostel turned to the assembled group before him.
The Sage of Light took a deep breath to collect his thoughts before replying to the Sapiens Ignis, “Alright, we have plenty injured here but we need to see if there are any surviving drow as well.” He then asked the Dragonborn, “Al, I would ask that you lend your strength in gathering the injured crewman into the Maiden’s cargo hold? I’ll see about sending a few extra crew hands your way if we can spare them, I’ll be along shortly to tend them.” He then turned to Seath and asked, “Would you aid him as well?” The Iceborn merely nodded, “I’ll help in any way I can Ostel.”
With that the towering figures began to make their way through, but then Alphonse asked aloud, “Wait, what about the dead?”
Ostel took a breath and rubbed his forehead in wonder, but then replied wearily, “If you find any drow still breathing bound them and place them in the brig. For our dead place them at the bow of the ship.” Seath then asked, “And the drow dead?”
The Sage of Light’s eyes narrowed as his tone went icy, “Search their bodies for anything of use, then cast them over the side and into the depths.” The Iceborn merely nodded and went about his task along with the Dragonborn.
At this time the Sage of Water crossed her arms and muttered, “So much for the sage of Light’s benevolence.”
Ostel then said replied coldly, “I could of sent the living to the sharks Ezra, but if you want to so eagerly kill them then do it …” He then turned and was about to harshly rebuke the Sapientis Aqua. But he stopped, when he saw that Ezra had a few nasty cuts that on her arms and legs along with bruises dotting her exposed skin milky white skin.
His gaze softened and he bowed his head, “Thank you for watching over Summer Ezra. Do you have any wounds that you need me to tend?”
Ezra did not take the kindness, “I did not help Summer because you wanted it, I care for her as a person. Whether you do or not remains to be seen. These two shifters here helped me get Summer out of the clutches of a few drow. Where were you then Ostel? Playing hero on the drow ship?” She asked cruelly and mockingly.
Ostel’s eyes went wide, “Is Summer hurt?”
Ezra took a breath and answered, “Thankfully no, soaked to the bone, but she is safe. In my care.” She said harshly with that last bit.
The Grimward merely nodded at that point seeing as he was not going to get anywhere with her, “I need to see to the others, tell Summer I am sorry I was not there for her.” He said tiredly.
In response Ezra turned and walked away, “If you ever find time in your “busy” schedule. Come apologize yourself. I am no one’s messenger.” With that she stormed away and slammed the deck door shut behind her.
Ostel sighed, shook his head, and then turned his gaze to the newly arrived shifters Aeros and Scirocco Nachluf. The human gave a respectable bow of the head to the two shifters before speaking, “I am sorry we could not of met in better times, my name is Ostel Grimward, the Sapientis lux as you might of guessed. You can learn the other names of the company as we progress on our journey but I hope you’ll understand that right now we are pressed for time. If you want to aid us, seeing you haven’t been wearied too much from the battle, go onto the Gambit, kill or capture any remaining drow you find and see what you can find of worth in the ship.”
The robed blue-haired male Shifter called Aeros in turn bowed his head as well, “Do not trouble yourself Ostel, we will do as you ask. We should speak afterwards though should you find the time.” His sister Scirocco, whose hair was a lighter blue and tied in a sliver colored ribbon and garbed in a robe as well said, “We should not rush it though brother, come, let’s leave him to his task. See you shortly Ostel.” With that the two shifters made their way over the gangplank and towards the burning hulk that was once the feared Gambit.
Left alone amidst the fog of war from the cannon smoke and burning timber, Ostel was about to leave to check on Ragnar when he saw the fallen figure of Winifred. the Sage of Darkness. He hurriedly checked her injuries, and thanked the maker that Winnie still lived. To be honest he wasn’t sure why he cared for the Sage of Darkness, by all accounts she was a demon, and being the Sage of Light he should hate and be at odds with her as he was with Ezra.
And yet she spared him…
She could have killed him when first they met and she instead tried to comfort him back in the port of Nadar. To him that meant there was some good in Winnie, something benevolent beneath all of that demon facade. Maybe it was nothing, but Ostel didn’t care, as he felt compelled to help her.
So gently taking her broken arm, Ostel concentrated into mending the twisted and mangled limb. Maybe being unconscious was a blessing for her in disguise as the bone was heard snapping and reshaping back into its proper structure. Knowing their were others that needed him Ostel only risked giving her what she needed, healing the worst of her injuries.
As he was behind her pulled a piece of broken wood from her back shoulder, the Sage of Darkness awoke with a start. She lurched forward, coughing up a bit of blood onto the already red-stained deck. Carefully and gently as he could, Ostel eased her back up against the railing of the ship, “Easy does it Winnie. You took a hell of a hit.” He said as he closed up the gaping wound in her back.
The Sage of Darkness asked hoarsely, “Adonis, where is he?” She said holding her head in her hands, gritting her teeth as the cursed light did it’s mending..
After a moment the wound finally closed, he answered, “Gone, with that sire of his. You have a hole in your armor behind your shoulder.” He said as he came over to her front and made an attempt to examine her for any more wounds, but she pulled her head back from him. Ostel then stopped and gave a questioning gaze, she then nodded and he felt her forehead.
The Sage of Darkness then muttered, “He got lucky, if he hadn’t broken my arm … ohhh.” She said flexing her broken arm, “Your work?”
Ostel nodded and answered absentminded, “Just try not to do any lifting or any fighting for a day or two and it should be good as new.” Her temperature felt normal, he guessed normal for a demon. He then stood up, “You need help to your room?” he asked the red haired demon.
Winifred shook her head, “I’ll rest her for a moment and walk back myself. You might want to rest yourself, that wound looks bad.” She said seeing the now makeshift bandage of his turning red from his injury.
The Sage of Light shook his head and said grimly, “To many others need me, I gave myself a little healing to keep me going.” He then smiled and planted a reassuring hand on Winifred’s shoulder and said with a grin, “We survived, let’s be grateful for that.” And with that Ostel left the redheaded demon’s side to attend to other matters.
Ostel finally came to the bow of the ship, were what remained of the Flying Maiden’s crew stood with heads bowed in silence around the fallen figure of captain Horn, in the middle of the throng stood Horn’s first mate, the half-orc Brosk, the shifter Chogan Gale, and his dwarven mentor between the two, his helmet off and head pressed against his fallen comrade.
Not wanting to insult the sailors Ostel wisely kept quiet and solemnly made his way through the gathered crewmen. Oddly enough they let him by, nodding their heads to him, some with respect but others with silent tears, soft sobs, and even a few with anger. Nevertheless Ostel finally made it to Ragnar’s side and gazed down at the fallen captain who gave his life to give his group passage to Tenebra.
Surrounded by a set of scented candles Captain Horn was a stout colored man even in death, his mustache reminding Ostel of a soldier at arms. He wore the garb of a merchant with his tan leather head-cap doing a poor job of belittling his hardy figure. Underneath the green silk blanket Ostel knew from what he saw earlier that the man was cut clean in two, but looking at his face he seemed only to be sleeping, liable to wake at any second.
For a minute the Sage of Light respected their silence before grasping his mentor’s shoulder, hoping to indicate that it was time to talk without saying words. At his touch Ragnar took a deep ragged breath and stood up wearily. His armor was dented and many splotches of blood and pieces of flesh and pus hung from his spiked armor. But when he turned to his pupil’s gaze Ostel could not of prepared the look Ragnar gave him there.
Never before had the Grimward bastard seen Ragnar sad, as the dwarf he knew was always laughing or berating him. This was not the Ragnar he knew, and frankly the look of loss unsettled and shook Ostel to his core, he always thought that nothing could faze the grumpy Ironside. Now … though he could understand why ... the reality was something Ostel could never have prepared for.
Ragnar rubbed underneath his eyes and shook his head, took a few breaths before saying in a rasp voice. “Brosk, Chogan, come on.” Brosk nodded solemnly and said in a deep voice, “Pay your respects as you see fit.” He said to the crew behind him. Chogan merely followed as if lost in a trance. Ragnar Ironside then solemnly led them through the crowd of sailors who each began to kneel down and pay their individual respects to their fallen captain.
Approaching the helm of the ship the four then stood for a moment in silence. After catching his breath Ragnar then spoke remorsefully, “If I would have known the cost of this passage I would have tunneled beneath this entire damned ocean. Zondovon … Grond curse his name … will pay for this. I’ll mount his cursed head on my helmet. I swear this by all my ancestors. I will not rest until this … betrayal is avenged.” Ostel knew that when a dwarf swore, then it was no jest. Zondovon was a dead drow at this point if Ragnar caught him.
The dwarf then clenched his fists to control himself, “But regrettably vengeance will have to wait for another time. Ostel, once the Flying Maiden docks in Tenebra you and the Sages will go to your damned school.”
Ostel gave a puzzled look, “You talk as if you won’t be coming with us Ragnar.”
The dwarf shook his head, “Someone has to get the elves back home to Tellus, and afterwards I need to go back to Lucerna to my position as ambassador between the humans and dwarves. From there I can send you messages of events going on from around Divus. And …” He then looked up to the towering Brosk and said solemnly, “If I find any word of Zondovon, I will hunt him to the ends of the earth.” The Half-orc nodded and planted a hand on the dwarf.
For a moment Ostel felt his head spin, Ragnar had been with him for so long. Since he was young the dwarf had been like a surrogate father to him, and now he was being that the protective shadow of the dwarf was going to be leaving soon. Though it did unnerve the Sage of Light a bit but Ostel tried not to let it show. He did at least take comfort from the fact that the dwarf had trained him well, and that the old dwarf wouldn’t put stock in him unless Ragnar was sure Ostel could handle it … or so the human hoped.
Brosk then spoke to Ostel for the first time in his deep beastly voice, “Captain Horn swore to get you across the Great Water, and it shall be done. I Brosk, son of Grash do swear and so does the entire crew of the Flying Maiden.” He finished with a fist across his chest and a bow.
Ostel nodded and finally spoke, “I may not of gotten along with Horn, but he was a good man. He will be avenged, and likewise if I find out anything about Zondovon I will send messages, as many as I can as soon as I can.” He made a similar gesture to what Brosk did to which the half-orc seemed to appreciate.
The green skinned towering Brosk then crossed his burly arms behind his back and asked Ragnar, “Orders captain?” Ostel gave his mentor a look to which the dwarf merely shook his head, making Ostel keep quiet.
Ragnar then turned to the helm of the ship and asked his pupil, “Lad, are the sages safe?” When Ostel informed him of what he had given the Sages to do the dwarf nodded his head, “Well done lad, you may not be as ill-prepared as I feared. When I leave you in Tenebra you will be on your own, the other Sages will depend on you.”
His mentor then turned to face his pupil and gave him a glare, “Are you ready Ostel Von Grimward?”
Ostel nodded his head, “As ready as I am going to be Ragnar Ironside.”
The spiked plated dwarf smiled at that, “You better damn believe you will be, you were trained by me. You are ready, or if you’re lying then you better be, Go on now lad, I’ll send a few crew hands to help Alphonse and that new white-scaled fella you brought onboard. That’s an Iceborn right?” Ostel then told the dwarf his name to which Ragnar said, “Seath eh? I thought the Iceborn died out long ago, secretive lot indeed.”
Ragnar then turned to Chogan and said, “You fought well today shifter, if Horn was alive then he would have been honored by your efforts.” The shifter seemed downcast still but the dwarf said, “Horn lived life to the fullest, don’t burden your life with his death. If you do, he’ll haunt your arse till you drink or find a woman. Or he’d hire me to drink it silly while he hauled off the women.” The shifter broke his face into a chuckle after that, “There, much better Chogan. Now why don’t you put your muscle to work on the injured crewmen to the cargo hold lad?”
The shifter nodded and left the group in silence, to which Ostel then spoke, “I have to get to the injured.” His mentor nodded, “Aye that ya do lad.” He said simply. The human could tell the dwarf was hurting, badly. Now however didn’t seem the time to bring it up, so Ostel made his way from the helm of the ship. As he headed down to the cargo bay he decided to help clean up the bloodied deck first seeing as that's where most of the casualties were more likely to be.
The Sage of Light didn't want to think about the coming night with all of the injured men he would have to treat, thus he was secretly dreading what was to come in the next few hours.
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