Dreams of Glory

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The Corpirian spirit struggled against the trap but the being was already in spirit form and it was hard for a soul to escape the ancient Obstinata. The swords creation had been based around absorbing and destroying to create destruction. Nothing fed magic like a spirit or soul being destroyed. Soul was the only being to be absorbed but not destroyed, the two were symbiotic beings, Obstinata needed Soul and Soul needed Obstinata.

The Corpirian had struck at the arrakis Soul, much like the demon Gethe had asked to during the war but Obstinata was very protective of his arraki partner, the arrakis Soul was encased in a shield and the blades own response was to capture the Corpirian. The spirit was fighting, but losing being drawn into the blade through Souls palm.

Energy arcs around the gauntlet of the arraki as the spirit sucks into the soul chamber. But suddenly a weight drags the arm down and Obstinata growls through the arraki. -So many…- The Corpirian had been carrying a chain of souls, hundreds of them; the blade couldn’t absorb them all.

The arraki grits his teeth and looks at the grove of trees, “We need to get there, keep trying to take them in.” The blade was still partially sticking out of his palm through open flesh, acidic blood held at bay by a simple energy barrier. He takes a step, feeling the immense weight on the sword in his arm, threatening to rip it out from him.

He slowed his pace, right arm out awkwardly behind him. The spirits glowed behind him and his eyes glanced up as the vortex slowed and a figure began to lower from the sky, “Looks like we are going to have more company. Of a Godly kind.” He snorted, -So many.- The blade struggled in his mind, -What was it collecting all of these souls for?-

“Your guess is as good as mine.” The arraki gritted his teeth the blade pulling slightly and the barrier faltering, acidic blood dripping from his flesh. He could hear the souls in his mind as each screamed in fear at Obstinata. “Keep it down in there.”

-Yes tell the souls I am trying to consume to keep it down, I shall get right on that!- The blade snarled at the arraki, not truly mad at him but frustrated by the massive amount of souls.

The arraki grinned, “Now now don’t get you panties…argh!” the blade jerked again and more grass and dirt and worms met a cruel fate to acidic blood.

Suddenly he was upon the ground of characters, the goddess was wrapped tightly in two chains of the souls and Blend was tied down. The arraki glanced at the macabre alters in the area, “Hate to be late to a party like this…” He grits his teeth suddenly as the chain of Souls rushes past him, their fear of Obstinata driving them toward the Goddess of Death, to shelter them. The blade jerks nearly a foot from his arm before he steels himself to the ground.

The chain wraps around the Goddess, much like the others, it was all the arraki could do to keep himself or Obstinata from getting torn forward, boots digging into the soil. He couldn’t pull back; the bond between the two was too great. His crimson eyes move to Blend, “I think I am hindering more than I am helping!”

Nearby….

Syvern was half way between the ripping gate and Soul when he heard the commotion of an army behind him. The brutal armor of the lost prince turns slowly to face behind him, his nose picked up the scents of the Almeddans he had been keeping an eye on in Jade City. The heavy helm tilts and his mace is placed in a ready position, what were they doing here?

The lost prince glances toward where Soul was, through trees and hills and the turns his head back toward the direction of the army. Were they going to interfere? He couldn’t allow them; revenge was going to be his.

He crouches and presses his hand into the soft dirt, rain water squeezing from his fingers. His words are murmurs, an ancient elf magic, similar to what constructed his body. “Phindar d'lil har'dro, sinair dosstanen lu' elgg ussta muan.”

Around Japshoots army the mud and earth began to shift, as though the entire world was moving underneath the Almeddans. Rocks began to roll toward eachother, seemingly drawn like magnets. The rocks began to stack, crushing together, mud sliding into the cracks and hardening. In a matter of moments fifty nine foot golems stand around the army. Pinpoints of cracks glow a soft hue of green, forming what could be called eyes.

There is a pause right before the Golems of stone, dirt and mud, strike.

Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 9:37 pm

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Considering the amount of the destruction throughout the land, Aleris was off to a decent start in rebuilding, even with the presence of the "invading" Almeddans. From the surrounding farms and mines next to Grand City, materials had been carted in such as stone, wood and other supplies. Many of the houses in Grand City were being reconstructed and skeletal frames lined the city. Most dwellings were incomplete, but a few were finished and some families had already moved from their tents in the castle courtyard back to their homes. In addition, many of Grand Cities shops located in the Cornucopia Market were rebuilt, allowing for many residing in Eiler's capital city to go start going about their normal business again.

The clean up of debris and dead that once littered Aleris' streets was almost entirely complete. The removal of these obstructions and bitter reminders allowed people to continue on with their lives and help restore Grand City. Even with the light mist of rain that had been occasionally trickling over the city, people were inspired by some new and blossoming hope, one that gently suggested things would be okay after all.

The sight of the castle also being reconstructed gave them strength. To see its walls, or at least the frame of it, gave them something to look forward too. Though it had suffered many casualties, Grand City would not be taken again so easily. Defenses were fortified and there were always soldiers alert and prepared in the city. New weaponry had been brought in for the city's army and older weapons had been thoroughly looked over and inspected for any repairs they might need.

Food and supplies were still being rationed, however. Some of the crops outside of Grand City had been damaged and their farmers were just starting to set things right again. With the thought of winter approaching though, it was unsure if anything would grow before Eiler's first snow fell. In any case, there was enough food stock to at least last throughout the winter and some of spring. Being as how Eiler was considered a haven for Aurora, wildlife had continued to thrive so the hunters were not at a loss to bring in meat. Nevertheless, like Bariston, Grand City's fishing industry had been damaged. Much debris and contamination had found its way into the waters and people were trying to set the oceans right again. Even skilled scholars and mages had been called into to investigate what might be a quicker solution than just waiting.

The outer cities were faring well in Eiler as well. Though Jade City, Eiler's eastern town nestled inside a rain forest, appeared to have no major problems or set backs, the mayor's reluctance to help anyone outside of his own city was a constant hindrance in the restoration efforts. Joi, the city that had once been submerged almost entirely in water, was in the process of getting back on its feet. Already many canals and bridges had been constructed throughout the town, the people of the artisan city learning to live with their elements, rather than trying to run from them.

Funds had been distributed beyond Eiler as well. As promised, Elias saw to it that Lady Victorie had received her demands in gold and for the moment, it was keeping her quiet. Either that or the fact that perhaps she was just too busy with healing her ruined Elved as well. In either case, Elias was thankful for her silence, however temporary he knew it was. Ameerah Sultan in Heruin had also been sent funds in her restoration efforts and Elias had heard the Padishah was busy travelling throughout the sandy deserts and visiting all of the towns that inhabited the continent. There was not much to say for Arthuran, as it was mostly quiet, but Elias did catch on the wind that Verial Akilara was prepping the city for the harshness of Elysia's upcoming winter.

War and catastrophes had plagued Aleris twice in rapid succession, but it was clear that the realm and its people were not ready to give in just yet.

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"Beetles and spiders?" Elias said lifting a brow in question to the report Cyrus Rose had delivered. Elias was presently in his study and leaned back against his chair that was behind his desk, digesting the information that Cyrus had brought him.

"Yes, my King," Cyrus said with a confident nod. "We have seen that the Almeddan encampments were attacked by a horde of vicious and venomous insects. It is unclear if there are any survivors."

The thought of an insect army possibly on its way to Grand City worried Elias, especially when Eiler was just beginning to do well. It looked like with the Almeddan's plans of invasion they had brought with them some enemies of their own.

"What about those strange weather patterns in the sky to the south?" Elias asked sitting straight in his chair now.

"I was in the process of sending some men out to investigate," Cyrus said. "Should I also send some soldiers out to investigate the Almeddan encampment, perhaps lend a hand?"

Elias opened his mouth to speak, but just then there was a knock on the door. Elias' gaze flickered towards the entrance to his study as the door was opened slightly and a soldier poked his head in.

"King Elias, Lord Commander Madrin Kir and Mira Blackwolf are here to see you," the soldier said.

"Yes, send them in at once," Elias said standing from his chair. Elias turned towards Cyrus. "As the Lord Commander is here, I will send him with orders about the Almeddan encampment. For now, Cyrus, please see to it that a few are sent out to check on the weather formations to the south."

Cyrus bowed to Elias and then left the room, passing Mira Blackwolf and Madrin Kir on his way out. As this happened, Elias felt a gentle prickle against the skin on his forearm and looked down to one of the tattoos on his arm, pulling up the sleeve of his shirt briefly. The snowflake that represented Elysia flickered dimly for a second, something that only went noticed by Elias, and then returned to normal. When Madrin and Mire stood before him, Elias dropped the long sleeve of his shirt and nodded to both of them, though the strange behavior of Elysia's symbol had him questioning the Goddess of Winter's current state.

"Ah, Madrin, I heard that you were delivered safely back to us, although not unharmed. I am glad enough to see that Eiler did not lose its Lord Commander," Elias said noticing the limp Madrin had. He smiled softly and then his expression turned once more serious. "Tell me, what did you find on your journey?"

Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 3:14 pm

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Madrin apologized for Mira's rudeness to the two guards, and asked with politeness for them to announce the pair. They obliged him after they stopped gawking like green boys. He stopped using Mira as a crutch when he entered Elias' chamber and gave the king a proper bow with his friend following his example. "Well met Elias, my report will take a little while." Madrin described his time in Almedda in great detail, including all he learned of their peaceful conquest strategy. However, he didn't describe his torture at all, he merely tried to pass the incident quickly, though it was mentioned. "The Corporin's have likely infiltrated the Almeddan army, in addition to the ambitious conquest plans the outworlders have for Aleris, be careful Elias." Madrin listened to the king's response.

Elias told him of the beetle and spider invasion in the enemy encampment. This led to new orders about checking on how they were. "As you will, I'll just grab my sword if you don't mind." Madrin walked over to his weapon, he noted that Mira was fuming. They could talk on their way to the camp. His rage was leaking into his muscles giving him the strength to move unaided for now. He unwrapped the weapon noticing that Mira's scent was all over the white cloth around it. He had a shocked expression for a few seconds because, he could swear the wolf on the sheath had moved a little. Madrin was unsure because he hadn't seen his weapon in over a week. He drew it some to check the blade, it had a bluish green glow that seemed to pulse with his heart. He closed it instantly without thought. "By the gods, have I lost my mind or was the weapon glowing just now!" He looked to Elias and Mira for an answer. The Blackwolf captain nodded, with sapphire blue eyes as big as saucers.

Madrin realized that the fatigue he had felt was completely gone now, since his surprise broke his concentration. He still limped favoring his right leg however, he felt amazing. He slung his weapon over his shoulder in its normal place. "Well met Elias, I shall return." Madrin gave a respectful bow and headed out signaling Mira to follow on his way.

Mira gave Elias a slightly deeper bow than Madrin, and then spoke. "No worries Elias, I will watch his back good day." She rushed to catch up to her Lord Commander. They found eighty soldiers waiting fully outfitted for battle. Captain Cyrus Rose had anticipated the kings orders and took the liberty of assembling as many troops as possible in the time Madrin met with Elias.

"Captain Rose please bring me fully up to speed on the situation while we march." Madrin took in the knowledge, planning counters for the situation that likely had a commanding mind directing it. Insects often function with a queen in control of a colony. Given how the creatures acted, he was fairly certain that was the case this time.

The eighty three Eiler soldiers and mages came upon a dangerous situation unfolding before them. Fifty nine foot creatures of mud and stone faced the Almeddan reinforcements from Jade. "By the abyss, what are those things!" Madrin swore louder than he likely should have but, he had never seen such things made of earth before. They began to attack the Almeddans and he briefly pondered leaving the invaders to their fate. However, he couldn't let them kill each other because the winner would eventually attack Grand city. The people from another realm claimed they were here to help, so honor demanded he rendered what aid he could despite the false promises.

He wished that he had a proper counter for the giants as he smoothly pulled his two-handed sword. The blade still glowed brightly, of its own accord it pierced the ground a few inches. Blue green energy shot outwards towards the roots of the surrounding trees. The energy embraced them and they began to move. Fifty of them varying from eight to fifteen feet began destroying the enemy constructs. Madrin felt them listening in his mind to his orders, just like the human army. He didn't understand the situation too well but, he had no problem accepting their help. His best guess was that his weapon, while drawn absorbed magic. The glow was barely visible now yet it still pulsed with his heart beat.

Madrin realized while he channeled hope from Aurora to cleanse the chaos Sharay had unleashed the bare blade must have slowly absorbed some of the power. Also, Elysia was throwing a lot of energy around when she battled the dark goddess. Elysia held sway over water, so her magic must have acted as a path to the trees in the soaked ground. That means Aurora's strength must have awoken them. He whispered a short prayer thanking them for the temporary loan. He was sure when the battle was done his sword would no longer have a mystical charge. "Onward warriors that darkness ahead is our destination." His voice carried command, reaching many ears as he pointed towards the sinister force in the clearing ahead. Madrin was completely unaware of what he would face but, he would stop it or die trying.

Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 7:13 am

Power of any kind is a tool, whether you use it for good or evil is up to you.

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{More from Chat Logs, with a smidgen of editing & typo correction}

Acothaein grumbled, staring at the loitering army in Jade City. Everyone was standing around for the same reason - impatiently waiting for that elusive child, the kid who could open portals. Wherever he ran off to, no one was certain, but one thing was for damned sure - he wasn't here! Shifting underneath heavy plates of armor, the massive man studied them impatiently. He hadn't slept for nearly a day, in part because of his nervousness at whatever waited north of the Almeddan Ripping Gate. Besides, Nari had taken his cot and Acothaein was worried about waking her. She kept her blades damn close. Sighing, the Evincan soldier wandered away from the army, searching for the building where some Almeddan troops, and one out-of-place pirate, were sleeping and eating. Jade City was beautiful, but its slums had an oppressive feeling to them. It was made all the worse by his enormous frame. Ducking into the building, Acothaein coughed. "Gods, is something burning?!"

Out of place?! Yeah...she was. Why?!?! Partly to protect her crew, partly to learn just what the hell this army's real intentions were, keep an eye on them, and damn it all if she hadn't been having this big brute ogling her chest and damned near was ran through by his sword. Not to mention he was probably capable of crushing her skull with one hand considering she was only 5'3, and no where near as massive in size. She'd taken that cot and had slept for..quite a while. How long, she wasn't sure. She wasn't even sure if she'd gotten to finish her meal! Sleeping with an army around wasn't exactly easy. Her blades were kept quite close indeed, anyone thinking they'd snatch them from her might lose their hand. Or head...depending on how generous she felt about it. Aco blundering in and hollering jerked her out of the half asleep state she'd found herself in due to someone else being loud. Eyes snapped open as she looked up to the hulking Evincan. "Burning?" She sniffed the air to see if something was burning, hoping someone hadn't set the building on fire.

"Someone should open a window or two in this dump.." Acothaein glanced around, green eyes adjusting to the dim light, and he realized he'd woken half the people in the room. Naturally, there was a few that could sleep through anything. The entire building would -have- to be on fire for them to notice! Well, the Almeddans were giving him angry looks, among them Nari, and he shrugged. "You all need to get up, anyways. There's a kid that needs finding - that little boy with the gems on his hands." He tried to sound official, but of course he'd been given no such command.

Smirked while scrubbing the grit from her eyes. The cot wasn't very comfortable anyways and had her wings been out and exposed, they would've been aching. She could easily set it ablaze, but she was trying to not do anything to make these soldiers, and assorted strangers realize she had any powers. "Sheesh, what a way to wake a woman. I don't even get a morning smooch?" Uh huh....she saw how it was! Forcing herself to sit up on that horrendously uncomfortable cot, she groaned, cause every part of her seemed to ache. "Bloody hell...I don't see how you damned men sleep on these crap-cots. They're damnedably uncomfortable." Not that she was complaining, it was somewhat softer than the hard cold ground, but it felt like the mattresses hadn't been re-stuffed in ages. "Ugh...I think I got a crick in my neck." she murmured while rubbing along the back and side of her neck. "How does that kid have that much power?" she wondered, struggling to get off that cursed cot.

Acothaein studied her. "You think sleeping there is bad? Have you tried sleeping outside?! There are horrible things out there. Monsters, small enough to crawl in your eyes at night-time. Measly vampires, that curse you with sickness. Monkeys that steal your babies. And worse." Like many new recruits, Acothaein had never seen the variety of life that this realm offered. His home was a wasteland, and in this rainforest he felt the life around him seeking to strangle and kill him in a million impossible ways. He couldn't wait to go north, to somewhere more temperate, where the vampires still buzzed but the monkeys rarely howled. No, there, the monkeys made cities and waged war. Studying Nari as she asked about Zafiro, Acothaein could only shrug. "I saw him drainin' energy from another mage. Besides, you saw them crystals in his hands, didn' ya? He's some crazy super mage. They warned us about this realm, 'fore I came over. Said everyone here's capable of blowin' me to a million bits with the slightest thought." He scowled at Nari for a moment. "Wait, a second.." He glanced her over. "Nah, couldn't be."

Stood and stretched, then yawned while stretching, all the while studying and listening to him. 'I've slept outside many a time, I have to say, curled up against a tree never left my back this sore." Insects, vampires, monkey's and more....he had a lot to learn. Moving towards him, she glanced to the others in the room briefly and then back to him. "Vampires are far more dangerous than most insects. Vampirism is undeath..and I've never heard of no monkey stealing a human before. I'm not sure what else you was told, but I think you'll find you've quite a bit to learn of this world. Yes, some of the insects can make you sick..or you could just end up with a cold outta no where cause someone sneezed or coughed on ya." Whatever warnings he'd been given, seems he had lots to learn. "Super mage huh? Even the powerful arch-magi have weaknesses. When it comes to magic...there are some who have the ability to use their mind..others must use books..some can simply control the elements seemingly by mere whim." Uh oh..he was scowling again. "What? Something in my teeth?" Whatever it was suddenly confusing him, she wasn't sure yet.

Acothaein shrugged. "I just hope you ain't able to blow me to bits, that's all. If you are, well, hey, do me a favor'n give me five seconds warning. Well, hey, let's go look for this kid before these guys start lookin' for command papers." He glanced briefly at the Almeddans climbing angrily out of bed. Acothaein never met a person who enjoyed waking up, and soldiers were worse than the average, because they knew killing and some of them relished the opportunity.

Bit her lower lip to hide the snicker that she felt creeping up. Oh dear gods...she felt a laugh coming on, he'd understand soon enough. Wiggled her fingers as she neared him, suddenly feeling quite mischievous. She then flicked her wrist as if she was going toss a spell at him. She even made a sizzling 'Zzzzz' as if sparks might fly off her fingers. She just wanted to see what he'd do, and all the while she kept a straight face. Peering over at the sour-pussed soldiers who'd been woken up and were grumbling, she turned to grab her things and then put her blades in place, and her cloak too. "Does he have a spot of his own he prefers going to? Maybe his own tent?"

Acothaein had studied her with a cold resolve, half certain he was about to die, but equally certain that if he dove for cover he'd make a complete fool of himself. A man had an image to maintain, and as heavy infantry, it was not only his image but his obligation to stare death face on. Luckily, this wasn't death, just an innocent woman waving her fingers mockingly, testing him. Deep green flickered in his eyes when he realized his death was not impending, and his lips broke into a broad grin. "You almost had me goin' there!" He nudged her, laughing nervously as she gathered her things. "Ehh, honestly, I don't know where he'd be. I don't even know the kid's name - no one does, 'cept maybe Japshoot, who just so happens to be very far away." He moved outside once Nari was ready to leave.

"Gah, it's hotter than Hades in there. This armor ain't helpin'." He looked around then pointed at a random direction. "Let's look over there."

That snicker broke out into laughter when he grinned and if she was a demoness, she'd have horns poking out of her hair! Since she was Misstress of Death for all of a minute or two, she held his gaze while he stared at her. Innocent? Yeah...that halo of hers was more crooked than a sidewinder's spine! And it glowed red-gold too. If she had one it would! "Dunno who this Japshoot is, so maybe its a good thing he's far away." Shrugged, cause she didn't know the man. Following him outside, she adjusted her cloak and arranged her wild bed-hair into some semblance of order with a few finger-combings. "Alright." Had been thinking..a kid with that much power..she didn't know too many like that. "Well...magic-users usually need to rest after working powerful magics...so that's probably what he's doing."

"Yeah, I never much liked Japshoot anyways. As for this kid.." Really, it was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Jade City was quite impressive, and they could spend hours looking for the boy before anything turned up. "I bet the guys at the eastern wall found him already." Yeah, that makes his job easy! See, now Nari would know for sure he was clever! Beaming towards Nari, Acothaein strutted off. It took him a moment before he turned entirely around. "Err, that's west. This way."

Nari Maybe she'd never meet this Japshoot guy. Who knows. Jade City was fair sized and she wondered if the kid might end up at a candy store. Kids -loved- sweet things. "Possibly..you know your men better than I." Though she was striving to learn to tell them apart. Even clever folks could be directionally-challenged. Grinned as she brought her hood up to shield off the sun somewhat. "Are you sure we're not heading Northwest now?" she teased. He was going to snatch her up and whoop her one day! "Where'd ya'll find this powerful kid? What is known about him?" She could at least file away what information she could. "As for you roasting in that armor...leather armor would be much cooler."

Acothaein sighed, pausing. Now he wasn't sure. North Eats Something Wet. He glanced at the sun. North.. Eats.. "No, we're goin' the right way. See? It's eatin' right now." Nari seemed eager to confuse him, and Acothaein glared at her briefly. The look wiltered as he studied that joyful and defiant face. "You remin' me of those sea-women. I ain't heard of any lass sleepin' with a bunch of soldiers without thinking three times, and I ain't ever seen a lass I was scared to grope." He glanced briefly at her hips. "It's a mighty temptation, I should add." She was lucky she made him nervous! "What's a girl doing sleeping with a knife so close, anyways? You need somethin' with a pulse." He shook his head as they walked, finally returning his attention to Zafiro.

"All I know is one day the Magistrate dies, next day Japshoot's trying to take his place, and the very same day he's popping up with this lil' kid talking about portals and commands. Then, well.. you saw. The kid opened a door." He left the rest unsaid, preferring to forget the images of what horrors waited beyond. That made Jade City with all it's parasites and sickness seem like paradise. Nari's mention of his armor did not go unnoticed. "I wear this because it's my job. Almeddan troops 'ave three ranks - infantry, heavy infantry, an' light infantry. And of course, mounted equivilants. Us heavies, we're the anvil. Them others, they're the hammer." He made a motion. "WHAM." ...

It might surprise some folks that she's even been in wars, and despite all of them, she's survived, somehow. It hadn't been easy, but she'd survived 'em. Reached up to pat his arm, and hopefully he didn't freak out over it. "I'm just messing with ya..I know what soldiering does to men. I've seen the horrors and few bits of kindness in them." Seeing his confusion wilting, she smiled a bit brighter. "I ain't slept with a bunch of soldiers..and I'd damned sure consider it more than three times." Hopefully he just hadn't called her no army-whore. She ran it through her mind a couple times and decided he was safe from being shot in the kneecap, for now. "Scared of lil ol' me? Your scared of me just cause I got some blades?" Scimitars and daggers..she supposed that could give away her profession.

Then again.. "A pirate huh? What if I'm an assassin instead? What would ya do then?" Probably lock her up and toss the key down into a forge's furnace! "Sounds to me like this Japshoot fellow wants to take over this city." she guessed. She'd seen..and still didn't quite know what to make of it. "I know that...but surely you've got some casual clothes for when your not patrolling and whatnot." She'd heard nothing about archers, pikemen, or anything, but she wouldn't be surprised if there were some amongst this army. "Just how big is this army of ya'lls?"

Acothaein walked onwards, his eyes changing into a cool grey as he moved away, his rage simmering. Unfortunately for Acothaein, the limits of his arcane abilities ended with his eyes. Among the Fallarbor family, each was gifted with unique gifts. Acothaein's was, by and large, the worst gift, more of a curse than a blessing. He wasn't thinking about that, however. Acothaein was upset for being viewed as weak, and as Nari pushed his buttons carefully, Acothaein remembered why he'd signed up for war in the first place. Because of this.. because of the rage he could so easily tap into. He had to dial out, before he hurt someone. Stopping to let Nari catch up, the woman taking her damned time, Acothaein tried to relax.

"Look, it isn't I'm scared of you. I'm scared o' this whole cursed place. Everything here is .. wrong." Sighing, the Evincan walked forwards as the eastern wall neared. "What shouldn't I fear? There's too much to learn. There's not enough time. In hours, minutes perhaps, I will be fightin' and probably dyin' and.. aint a thing won't change that." How big was the Almeddan Army? One thousand men, though he was certain the number was impacted as those near the Ripping Gate died. The Almeddans had spread out the instant they entered this realm to lower the casualties. Yet Acothaein had been informed never to share exact details of military to locals.. and well, Nari was a local. So he ignored the question as they walked.

No, she hadn't forgotten the question about her blades being kept close, she was just trying to figure out how to word it. "Umm..it's a habit..and well..." Sighed, -really- wishing she didn't have to go delving into the forgotten files in the deepest recesses of her mind. "As much as you've been tempted and haven't acted yet to 'jump my bones', as it were..." She sorta trailed off, absently looking around. Not only was she keeping an eye out for the gem-handed boy, and observing what she could of the army and its doings, but she was somewhat avoiding his gaze, not wanting him to see the deeply hidden agony she kept buried in the dark recesses of her subconcious. "Let's just say...some men don't know how to keep their dicks in their pants."

Actually, she wasn't a local..least she didn't think of herself as one yet anyways. Should she tell him she was from another realm? Had been realm-hopping for as long as she could recall. Maybe in a bit, once she was certain he wouldn't go blabbing to his superiors. "There is much wrong on any world..and while you've much to learn of this one, I'd think there were plenty of similarities between worlds. Some are rich, poor, kinda in between. There's fighters, mages, nature, illnesses, new-fangled things invented all the time." What he didn't or wasn't telling her, she could learn through observation, and eavesdropping on other soldiers. She had wondered for a bit if she'd been a prisoner at first, but she knew she wasn't; though she'd probably be in huge trouble if they ever learned out it was her aboard that airship! "What exactly will you be fighting? We've fought two wars back to back..and if you mean those Cusick will be the ones attacked..I think you should worry about learning things between however many skirmishes you'll be in." Shoving her hands down in her pockets, she trudged along, having to nearly take two to three steps to keep up with him!

Acothaein slowed down, not too eager to approach the men working on the wall. It was obvious Zafiro wasn't around, or there would be more activity. So, now what? Turning, Acothaein motioned Nari to follow. Maybe they didn't need to find Zafiro. Let everyone else do the work, sure. His eyes, now golden, glanced briefly at the pirate. "What do I think I'll be fighting? I've seen a battlefield like that before. Eight years ago, in Almedda. I think we brought our nasty vampires and eye-worms and sickness with us. Those C'udisk? Evil beetles, is a better name for'em. And the Corpirians? Their magic is silent, it's death incarnate. You won't know yer dying. You'll die. Then they drag yer screaming soul away to rip into peices." He shook his head. "I never fought. That's the sad thing. I was in the war but never once, did a body approach me. Just bugs and ghosts. An' now the Corpirians are here."

Seeing his lack of eagerness to get near the men, she wondered if they've given him trouble before. Followed, cause she didn't know her way around the city just yet. "He'll show up, he's probably resting." Frowned hearing that. Beetles could be stomped or burned, as for these mages, she wasn't so sure she'd be thrilled to meet one. "So they are necromancers?" That was her guess, though he seemed to be referring to soul magic, which was rather dangerous in its own right. "How old are you? If ya don't mind me asking, that is." His genuine fear made her wonder if he'd be able to kill anyone. "Have you ever killed a person before?"

Acothaein glanced at Nari. "Necromancers? Yes. They worship death." That was what defined the House of Corporis. Acothaein grunted. "My age? Thirty-two, an' damned proud of it. You'd be surprised the things I've lived through. And yes, that includes killing people, though I ain't proud of it. Them bastards were unlucky, an' I wasn't." He scowled at her. "Aside from my wars, you should know about us green-cloaks. No one becomes an Evincan without first entering the Trials. Every Evincan has killed a man." He shook his head. There was something about women which made him speak of fear and caution, instead of how they should go kill someone. Perhaps that was why he was so eager to remain around Nari. The Almeddan Army was incredibly structured, and any sign of weakness was exploited. Only the strong gained rank and power. Only the strong survived. But Nari couldn't demote him, could she? The worst she could do was waggle her fingers and scare the shit out of him.

Didn't like the sound of that, she's seen some necromancers over the years. "These Corpirians..which colored cloaks do they wear? I don't think I'd much like being turned into some undead abomination." Then again...she's died before. That wasn't a story most knew of either. While he told her about what the green cloaks stood for, she listened. "I think you'd be surprised at some of my tales too." Did she want to know what these Trials entailed? Probably not, they didn't sound too fun or like something most would talk about. "How does one become an Evincan? Do you get the choice to be one, are your born into it, or given no choice?" She couldn't demote him, she held no power in this army, save making eyes bulge outta sockets and jaws to drop simply cause she knew most of these men hadn't seen a female in probably a long time.

"Corpirians. Black. They bear the emblem of the Spider. Evicans, that includes myself, bear the emblem of the wolf. There were five Houses in Almedda, but the Corpirians were banished eighty years ago, after Xezvimhi attempted to invade a realm called Mystra-Amor and was repelled. The result of his attack left my world.. well.. barren. Furthermore, Xezvimhi turned thousands of Almeddans into undead corpses, so they could withstand the deadly devastation his attack was causing in Mystra-Amor. To my knowledge, Mystra-Amor itself is now a dead world. Ours is barely better off. All the result of ambition and necromancy." Acothaein paused, shifting his chain-mail so it uncovered his trimmed hair. He looked over at Nari. "I joined by choice. But once you accept the initiation, you're in for ten years, and you can always reapply." What a fool he'd been to apply his second time! Then again, if he hadn't, he wouldn't be staring at those perfect breasts right now. It's a shame they were buried beneath loose folds of fabric.

Hearing her stomach growling, she gave him a brief apologetic look and then absently straightened her blouse. Still listening and walking with him until he paused. She hadn't expected to hear about her old previous home, but the images of the war came flooding back and she felt her hands curling into fists, nails digging into her palms. That war had cost her a lot, the loss of friends, she still didn't know who hadn't and had survived. Most everyone she knew was dead or vanished. It was a struggle to not turn away from him, but if she gave away too much too soon, she feared word would get back to his superiors and they'd want to throw her in a cell or worse. Then part of her wanted to tell him, but she didn't know if he'd been part of that war or not. Could she reveal her secrets without ending up in a cell or worse, dead? Course there were worse things than death, like undeath. Spotting a tree, she moved to lean against it so she could adjust her boots, which were falling apart. "Were you there?"

Acothaein watched as Nari tensed up, curiosity lighting a flame in his mind. But he knew better than to press, instead following her towards the tree. He could use a break, besides, and that boulder looked awfully comfortable. Sitting down on the rock, Acothaein laughed at her question. "Was I there? No! But my parents were, and plenty of people still live in Almedda who were. Them damn Corpirians, a lot of them were there. "Turns out you live a lot longer when you don't need to breath. You know, Xezvimhi is still alive, and he's here? What do you want to bet, he's responsible for that disaster at the Ripping Gate? They call him 'Blend' now, like that'll fool us." He shook his head. The truth was, Acothaein never agreed with Almeddan politics. The world was destroyed, so what did they do? Find another world to invade, like parasites! But what other options did they really have? None.

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Near the Ripping Gate:

Japshoot hadn't known what to expect when he walked through Zafiro's portal, but he knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. When the doorway slammed shut behind him, the Evincan hardly had time to let out an angry curse before he was attacked.

The earth roiled beneath his feet, and yelling out a warning, the Evincan drew his sword. Not like it would do them any good against the earthen foes now rising from the ground. Golems! Great, just great. It didn't matter how many swords they had, and the sad fact was there were no mages with him. Feeling his death fast approaching, Japshoot looked with frantic eyes towards the Almeddan Ripping Gate. Now would be a fantastic time for help!

The monstrous stone giants rushed into his meager forces with brute strength, flinging soldiers like pebbles as they stomped and swung their arms angrily. Japshoot leaped to the side in time to avoid certain death as a gnarled fist slammed into the ground, only to find another golem approaching from his left.

"Look, I know I've never been much of a praying man, but if yer listenin'.. I'll be pious, I'll light ya candles and sing prayers! Just.. help me!"

Japshoot watched with amazement as his prayers were answered. Soldiers from the Grand City appeared miraculously, bringing with them.. trees?! Yes, he saw it right. Twisted roots ripped from the ground as the oaks lurched forwards, eager to reclaim the golems that so defiantly abandoned the earth. Japshoot could only watch in growing glee as the trees slammed into the giants, tangling the stone constructs with their countless limbs, toppling them over with loud crashes that could be heard all the way to the Grand City.

Even as Madrin Kir and his soldiers gave a helping hand, the few remaining Almeddans near the Ripping Gate had joined in the battle. Sorcery flowed from the bejeweled hands of one blue robed Venefican, thick and cold energy that roiled over the golems and froze them in their tracks. At the mages' side was an Accersan, and at his side was a pack of fiery, malicious sprites, which the Accersan was busy talking to, telling the little demons to wait their turn. Clearly, the sprites had no place in this battle, for they'd only burn down the trees that were so busy saving the reinforcements.

The combined efforts of the trees, the sorcerers, and the evading Evincan soldiers was enough to ensure their victory. Japshoot's eyes briefly shifted to the heavens. "I owe ya one."

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In the grove:

Blend was confused. Why was Soul here?! What was he doing with that chain!? These questions had no readily available answers. However, it was clear that Soul was now an integral part of the ritual, for the arraki joined the two Corpirian spirits as they sought to capture the Goddess of Death. The arraki seemed to be struggling to stop whatever was happening, yet unable, his boots digging into the earth as he struggled against the ethereal chain that whipped around Elysia. For better or worse, Soul was now one of the three 'anchors'.

Meristali glanced briefly at Blend, offering a wicked smile. "It seems your demon friend is out of his league. Remind me to keep him .. as a souvenir for this lovely day." She winked, then turned towards Elysia. "My dear Goddess, I'm sorry this had to happen. Like a fly to my web, you were a fool to come, but now it's too late." Blend only now noticed the knife in Meristali's hand, a curved blade that pulsed with fiery heat. "Don't worry, my beloved Elysia, this won't hurt. Much."

Meristali waved towards the beetles and spiders which had been hiding in the grove of trees, watching with hungry eyes. "Come, children. It's time for dinner." Her eyes bright with a lust for power, Meristali approached the struggling Goddess and attempted to slit Elysia's throat with the searing knife.

--

Deverance, Japshoot, Brod Fallarbor, and an assortment of Almeddan soldiers followed Madrin Kir and the Eiler army as they headed towards the epicenter of the growing war. Whatever was happening there was frightening indeed. Deverance, known also as the Collector of Artifacts and once High Mage of Veyja, cast a cold glance towards the spiraling vortex that marked the grove's location.

"What'll we do when we get there?" Brod asked from his side. The Accersan had with him the U'thos sprites, those tiny demons made of flame and the blood of a dead god, and Deverance was happy they weren't very talkative today because he was itching for an excuse to extinguish one of them.

"With any luck, we won't have to do anything." Deverance wasn't so certain they'd be that lucky. "Aside from that, I want to capture Meristali and bring her back to Veyja. She can be dead, if necessary." He shrugged. "Or undead. I don't much care, either way."

Deverance had in his possession a jar, and within the jar was a chattering beetle, one of Mai'ka's children. Arcane runes flickered to life, translating the alien language as the bug spoke. "More fools to get caught in Mother's web! How I'll feast tonight, feast on the blood of the damned! Weak mage, you'll soon know my wrath!"

A flicker of energy burst from Deverance's palm, and the beetle fell silent.

Brod cast him a glance. "Is it dead?"

"I was getting tired of listening to its insults."

"Good riddance."

Deverance scowled towards the U'thos sprites which followed Brod. "You'd be wise to remember this moment."

One of the bolder little demons jeered at him. "Foolish mortal! You'd be wise to forget, hah!" The sprite moved in time to duck as the beetle and it's mason jar whizzed dangerously close, shattering into the floor. The demon offered Deverance a radiant smile.

--

Today was a day of grand convergence. Forces from all over Aleris were gathering to witness the bondage of a goddess, some eager to let Elysia free while others were begging to watch her bleed. Like the wars before, the most powerful and frightening entities were meeting to face off in what would inevitably become a bloody fight. Perhaps it was this trend in Aleris that made the realm so dangerous, this predictable converging of destinies. Perhaps if everyone had ignored Meristali's summons, the realm would be resting peacefully while the Goddess Elysia relaxed in her temple. Perhaps then, the blood of a Goddess would never fall to spoil earth's naked flesh.

Perhaps.

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Spirits, two of them, and one demon which she recognized from the eve of Sharay's capture would bind her with the Spider Birvuo's chains. It seemed, however, that in Meristali's lust for conquest and blood, the creature did not even realize that Elysia wasn't batting an eye in response. The Goddess of Winter did not flinch or cower in fear at the threats before her. Instead, Elysia appeared to welcome the chains and wave them forward as if she wanted the bindings upon her body.

Right before the weight of the chains would anchor her into submission, Elysia made a simple flick of her wrist. The magic she once held in her hands, that light blue energy that crackled as if flames, was flung almost elegantly and with ease in Blend's general direction. The magic did not burn, but instead it iced over and covered the web-like bindings that held Tempesturo's Champion into submission. Meristali did not seem to notice and so as the ice ran across the spider webs in all directions, the material frozen beyond recognition, Blend's bindings cracked into thousands of crystalized shards. The living skeleton was free once more.

The chains ensnared Elysia and she was wrapped up tightly, although still standing as proudly as she could on her feet. The Spider Birvuo crept towards Elysia, a curved blade poised in her hand and ready to strike. The blade was imbued with fire and yet, instead of shying away, Elysia lifted her head and bared her neck to Meristali. The longer, white parts of Elysia's hair fell back over her shoulders and a smile slowly inched across the Goddess of Winter's face. Had she the use of her hands, Elysia would have waved Meristali forward with an open invitation, but showing her neck to the Spider Birvuo was quite enough.

The beetles and spiders scuttled across the ground to swarm around Elysia's feet and still the smirk on the Goddess of Winter's face never faltered.

"Come, kill me, Meristali," Elysia said, her obsidian color eyes locked on the Spider Birvuo. "My death will make not make you - or your children - anymore powerful or special. My dear, you are no spider. You are, and always will be, nothing more than an insignificant maggot that came from the rotting wastes and feces of Almedda."

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When Wish had departed from Grand City, her plans had changed. Her intentions were to travel to Aurora's temple, to pay her respects to the Goddess of Spring. In these few and frequent wars, death was imminent and in abundance while life suffered and withered away. Wish wanted to speak with the Goddess of Spring to let her know that she at least felt there was still hope despite everything that had happened.

That had been her plan anyway until she began her journey through Eiler and was detained not far outside of Jade City. Her trip had been quite leisurely and without complication, and then she was thrown from her startled horse. Wish landed on her hands and knees on the ground as the spooked beast galloped off without a second thought. Wish tilted her head upwards as she pushed away from the ground.

Her mouth dropped open in disbelief at the sight before her. Nine foot stone golems were engaging in a fight with trees that were somehow mobile. Alongside the trees appeared to be soldiers from Grand City and some others who Wish guessed were from the Almeddan forces. In all of her staring at the battle before her, Wish finally took notice that one of the stone golems had started charging her way.

Snapping out of it, Wish let the column rush towards her and when it was within a few feet, Wish ducked, sliding across the wet grass through the legs of the golem, narrowly missing a stone fist that threatened to crush her. Once on the other side of the golem and on her feet, Wish flicked her wrist, white energy forming in the palm of her hand and then unleashing upon the golem. It would not kill it (her magic was not made to hurt such earthen constructs), but it would stun it and perhaps weaken it. This blast of magic was just enough that a few soldiers and a tree were able to tackle the golem and finish it off.

The sudden appearance of those soldiers and trees around her made Wish realize that in her moment to evade the golem, she had put herself right in the middle of the battle. And in the middle of the battle was Madrin Kir who Wish had recently healed. She flicked her blue-gray colored wings out behind her in irritation. Wish had every intention of going over to Madrin and kicking him in his leg (like he had told Nedira to), but she didn't. Instead, she shouted across the field over the sounds of stone, trees and blades clashing together.

"I thought I told you to rest you damn, stubborn bastard!"

Whether Madrin had heard her or not, Wish didn't know and she was sure, like herself, that Madrin had his own problems to deal with. Wish avoided another strike from a golem by running to the side just in time. After, the fae dashed across the battlefield, stunning whatever golems she could to help. Really, she did not know why she was offering assistance, but as her horse had run away and she was thrown into battle, she supposed she could lend a hand.

Eventually, with the assistance of the trees and the Grand City and Almeddan soldiers working together, the golems fell and were once more silent as they returned to the earth. Wish leaned forward a little bit, resting her hands on her knees briefly as she caught her breath in the aftermath of the battle. Wish turned her gaze to the south, towards the direction of Aurora's temple now that she could finally go on her way.

When Wish looked back, she saw that the armies started moving in the opposite direction. Their attentions were focused on a vortex that was swirling in the sky and it seemed it was now their destination. Wish did not follow, but she did straighten herself and narrowed her eyes studying the strange pattern of the dark vortex that circled the sky.

"What on earth is going on around here?" Wish whispered.

Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 2:49 pm

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There were rules all gods followed, or at the very least, made attempts to follow. One such rule was not to delve too deep into the affairs of men. The gods, most of them, did not usually take sides. They simply existed to maintain balance, but on occasion did they deem it necessary to break their own rules.

Such was the case with Aurora.

The Goddess of Spring, the Mother of All, had thus far remained neutral when it came to Aleris. Birth as well as Death were part of a natural cycle. A balance. Though as of late, it would appear there was far too much death in the realm. Just when she felt there was reprieve from the last incident with Sharay, more came in the form of those from other realms. It would seem Aleris was a magnet for otherworlderswho having already sucked the life out of their native worlds, to travel to in order for the same tragic end to befall her own realm.

It wasn't that Aurora or her siblings were blind to the on goings of Aleris, but if the gods intervened each time the realm was under attack, then what reason did the people have for taking a stand, for defending their home? Aurora was not as strong as her other siblings, and she was content in her own duties, but every once in a great while, the Goddess of Spring cast aside her maternal and loving instincts, her desire to care for nature and preserve life and would do the unthinkable.

Aurora loved her siblings equally, but Elysia was with whom she was closest to. Elysia was her sister, her strong, beautiful and proud sister, and Aurora loved her fiercely. There was nothing she would not do, nothing she would not give to ensure Elysia's well being, and now more than ever, did the Winter Goddess need her.

It was not only Elysia that Aurora held especially dear to her heart. Her son, her beloved Madrin Kir, had captured Aurora's heart with his exceptional bravery, and unfailing loyalty. It was Madrin who braved the Val'nothe to protect Elysia. It was Madrin to whom she bestowed her Blessing to, but that did not ensure the warrior was immune to harm or death. Her Blessing enabled him to draw on her protection, her strength, and her love, but it was not enough. Not now.

The Mother stood on her mossy carpet and placed her palms upon the sacred oak altar that stood mighty and tall within her temple. Closing her eyes, Aurora chanted as she drew energy from the oak, and as she stepped away from her altar, she cupped protectively in her hands a ball of glowing green light. “To my son. To my Madrin. Be swift.” Aurora's words were softly but fervently spoken, a prayer of a Mother to her Son. The ball of verdant energy obeyed and flew from her hands and out of her temple to Madrin's destination. It would not grant him immortality, nor would it protect him from harm, instead Aurora's Strength would grant him temporary dominion over nature itself to use as he saw fit to do what Madrin was born to do: protect. Aurora prayed that the gift of power over all things naturally born, from the smallest speck of sand, to the powerful force of wind would aid Madrin in his quest to preserve the living.

The Mother let out a small sigh as that task was complete, but what to do for Elysia? She need not be present in the grove to know that the evil spider creature called Meristali held her sister captive in chains, ready to sacrifice. Even now, she could sense her sister's proud defiance, and Aurora had to smile despite her fears. Elysia was always the strongest of them all.

I have no other options, she thought miserably to herself. I must do all I can to save my sister. Gods forgive me.

Aurora closed her eyes once more and sought out the one she was looking for. With a sinking feeling of dread, she called upon one who might aid her, who might be the key to undoing all and restoring balance to Aleris.

Gods forgive me.

“I am not one of your minions or your idiotic siblings to summon, nature frolicker,” the voice that spoke was laced with smoke and seduction, and Aurora let out a breath as she turned to face the Goddess of Chaos and Death from a realm long dead. Aurora noticed with a grim set of her mouth that everywhere Sharay's bare feet touched, the mossy carpet in her temple withered and died, despite the protection and sanctity of Aurora's Temple.

The Goddess of Spring narrowed her emerald hued orbs and set slim brown hands upon her hips. “Then why come when I called you, if you feel that way?” She shot back, then paused as she examined the Goddess from head to toe, a brow raised. “Is that your true form?” Aurora couldn't help but admire the cold beauty of Sharay. Her hair hung in a black curtain down her back, matching the onyx glittering pools that were her eyes. Her skin was creamy perfection, and her body...well...not even the flowing scarlet gown she wore could hide her luscious curves. Even her feet that were bare, were dainty and perfectly arched.

Sharay's full red lips curved into a smile as she caught the envious gaze of Aurora staring at her. “More or less. A gift from a particularly dear man whom I simply must thank properly one day.” Her smile widened to reveal perfectly even white teeth. “As to why I came, call me curious.” Sharay's head tilted to the side. “I am, after all, not a fan of you or your wasted gods, but you know that already.” Sharay glided over to a table where Aurora kept several saplings in clay pots. She peered at them for a moment, but then turned back to the Spring Goddess. “Why did you 'summon' me, Aurora?”

The Mother considered whether she was a fool or not to invite such a creature in her domain, but realizing she had little choice said simply. “I need your help.”

This caused Sharay's brows to arch in surprise as she swept Aurora's plants aside with a brush of her hand, sending dirt flying and the herbs scattering in a ruin on the floor before sitting down upon the table. She crossed her legs and lay her hands upon her lap. “Really? Pray, continue. This should be interesting.”

Aurora scowled at such mistreatment of her belongings, but knew now was not the time to quibble as she began her explanation. “There are invaders to our realm from a wasted world called Almedda. A creature known as the Spider Birvuo, Meristali, has plans to destroy our world, and more important, she has captured my sister Elysia and plans to--,” Aurora's words were cut off as Sharay slid off the table and brushed past her without a backwards glance.

“Touching tale really, but not my problem. Sounds like Elysia is going to die a horrible screaming death. So sad. Have a nice day,” Sharay strode out of the temple with a half-hearted wave of her hand, but stopped short of the entryway as Aurora called out to her. “Wait!”

Sharay turned and regarded Aurora with that cold stare of hers. “You called me here to save your sister, when the truth is, and you know this, that I would relish her death.” Sharay's icy tone did nothing to bring hope to Aurora. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you for wasting my time, tree hugger.”

Aurora met Sharay's gaze with her own. “Why are you still here in Aleris, anyway, Sharay?” She countered. “Are there no other worlds to terrorize? No other realms that would gladly worship you in all of your 'magnificence'?”

Sharay shrugged and began examining her nails. “Not that it is any of your business, but I have a few investments here in this wretched piss palace you call 'home', and was merely checking up on them. I was planning on leaving when I heard my lovely name called out in that whining voice of yours. So I ask again, Aurora,” Sharay smiled at her maliciously. “Why should I help you?”

Aurora prayed her hunch was correct and placed her cards on the table. “Because if you do not, you will lose those 'investments' of yours that you so highly covet if this creature destroys my sister and continues her reign of death upon this world.” Aurora chewed the inside of her lip and added with great reluctance, “and I will owe you a favor.”

The Goddess of Chaos and Death considered Aurora's words for a moment. “Two favors. If I am saving the life of your sister, she will owe me as well,” Sharay counter-offered, relishing Aurora's discomfort.

“No, my sister has nothing to do with this. This is between you and me, Sharay. One favor from me only.”

“I'm not interested. Good luck saving her yourself.” Sharay turned and prepared once more to leave when Aurora's sweet sing-song voice lured her back again. “Blend is there with her, trapped just as she is. He has the remainder of your essence, does he not, Sharay? Surely that is worth stopping the Spider Birvuo and freeing Elysia? Will that not restore you to your full power again, Goddess?' Aurora held her breath as Sharay glared at her, yet made no attempt to leave as she weighed Aurora's offer. The Goddess of Spring knew she had her then.

Sharay pursed her lips, appearing bored of the conversation, but Aurora knew better. “Very well. One favor from you, my choosing. Anything I request at any time. I will tend to this arachnid and you will get your insipid sibling back to bring misery to every lost soul who has the misfortune of encountering her.” Sharay nodded once, and before Aurora could thank her, the Goddess of Chaos and Death had vanished.

Aurora brought a hand to her brow and prayed she did the right thing by bringing Sharay into the mix, but somehow, knew the Goddess could prove more trouble than she was worth.

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Sharay appeared in the grove just as Elysia was giving her heartwarming and inspiring speech about maggots and shit. The Goddess of Chaos and Death's bare feet crunched over the beetles and spiders that were fleeing from her presence toward Elysia, which Sharay found amusing. She turned her heavy gaze toward Soul and snickered at the puppet arraki who was attempting to fight against the chains that held him. She shook her head and tsk'd before her eyes settled on Blend who lay upon an altar, though free from his bondage. Her smile widened then.

“Ah Blend. You're looking well,” Sharay's smile was a bitter poison as she neared closer. “You've been a naughty boy, Blend. I believe you have something of mine, which you will return to me once we are finished here.” Sharay's eyes glittered dangerously at the skeleton whom that mentally challenged Tempesturo claimed as his own.

The Goddess of Chaos and Death slapped the palms of her hands together as she finally acknowledged the Spider Birvuo who held a dagger to Elysia's throat. Whether or not the Winter Goddess was surprised to see Sharay there was of no concern to her. She could take it up with her prancing flowering sniffing sister, Aurora. For now...

Sharay's smile faded as she narrowed her onyx eyes at Meristali. “While I applaud your efforts, dear,” Sharay took a step forward, deliberately crushing insects left and right under her feet and grinding them into the earth. “That one,” she lifted a hand and pointed to Elysia, “is not yours to kill. That honor belongs to me and me alone.” Sharay's smile was cruel and predatory as she advanced closer, but a few feet from Meristali. She spread out her arms, her palms facing the blood soaked ground as she drew upon the very essence of death and destruction.

Sharay's features hardened, the black fire of Chaos burned in her eyes and when she spoke again, indigo lightning burst from her hands and flung itself at the Spider Biruvo. She would destroy this creature and bring forth balance once more. She owed that much to Valorius.

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Throughout Eiler, rain thundered down from the heavens, crashing into the earth with an outraged cry. Yet, at a particular grove, there was no rain. Instead, flurries of snow drifted down from the sky, sighing gently as they floated aimlessly towards the earth and the Goddess of Winter.

Meristali was clearly uncertain as Elysia goaded her on. The Goddess was fearless, as if she knew that whatever the Spider Birvuo had planned would fail, and indeed she bared her neck in proud defiance. Perhaps Elysia knew what was going to happen next, as Sharay appeared from seemingly nowhere. Concerned black orbs flickered away from Elysia briefly to land on the chaotic new entity, studying her with open malice as Sharay claimed ownership of Elysia's demise.

What happened next was a blur. Sharay began harnessing energy, deadly and potent magic that she channeled from the suffering around her. There was no shortage of that, and the amplified energy that flowed from her palms was simply too quick for Meristali to avoid. The Spider Birvuo, frantic and frightened, did the only thing she could before she took the impact.

She slit Elysia's throat.

Frigid wind whipped through the clearing even as Meristali was pummeled by Sharay's chaotic lightning, sending the woman flying, the sizzling knife in her hand spiraling free of her grasp. The damage was done, the life-essence of Elysia flowing from her macabre wound in a steady stream. Winter was consuming the grove, water freezing solid as the Goddess bled, snow drifting from the vortex above in ever-increasing density. The chattering, hungry insects that had swarmed around the Goddess began eagerly drinking at the spilled offering, but the result was less than perfect, as the majority of those violent insects froze solid in death. Among them were rare beetles that lapped at the spilled offering without harm, their mandibles working ravenously as they consumed the very essence of Elysia.

Meristali, meanwhile, was crumpled against a tree, the right side of her body an ugly mess of burns and blood. A bloodstained smile was on her lips as she watched Sharay and Elysia. Black orbs shifted to the altar.

"Isn't it beautiful, Blend?" She examined the silent skeleton on the altar. Coughing blood, Meristali laughed, the sound weak as her voice faded. "Isn't this beautiful?!" Meristali, like Sharay before her, failed to realize the skeleton on the altar was not Blend. It was a decoy.

But where was Blend? The instant Elysia had freed the skeleton from Meristali's web, he took the opportunity to switch his corpse with one of the skeletons on the nearby altars and get the hell out of dodge. The people gathered were too distracted by the chained Goddess and the approaching armies to notice him as he fled into the woods. Why would he flee at such a crucial moment? Perhaps Blend was a coward. Or, just as likely, he was looking for the armor Tempesturo gave him, the armor that granted Blend abilities he desperately required to stand a chance in such a fell gathering. Either way, the corpse on the altar served to fill his role of silent observer to the gathering cold.

"You and I, Blend, we'll rule every realm, some day," Meristali promised the skeleton on the altar, her voice a feeble whisper as she faded into unconsciousness. "Some.. day.. we'll rule them all.."

--

Deverance and Brod Fallarbor walked side by side, following Madrin as they neared the grove. Thick snow was falling from the sky, and their visibility was limited to twenty feet, but they could tell they were getting closer simply by the tension in the air. Gods and goddesses were staring at this pivotal location, glorified eyes unable to tear themselves away from the fascinating and frightening assault on Elysia. How long had it been since an Alerian deity had bled? Too long, perhaps, for the earth itself shuddered hungrily as the first droplets of divine blood touched the soil.

"I just solved something that's been bothering me," Deverance mentioned towards Brod as they walked, bangles on his arm jingling as he gestured next towards Madrin, who was leading the march and setting a hurried pace. They were almost upon the grove. "You recognize that man?"

Brod scowled towards Madrin. "No.. Should I?"

"I'll give you a hint. We saw him in Almedda."

Brod's eyes widened as he identified Madrin Kir, the 'Evincan'. "He was the intruder! That messenger at the Ripping Gate! Sly bastard."

The Venefican nodded, pleased with himself. "That's one less mystery to plague my thoughts."

Brod shrugged. "Now you should be worried about what's happening in the--"

Brod's words fell silent as they came upon the grove of trees. Everything was coated in a growing layer of pure white snow, but three fearful entities stood in the clearing. A fourth figure, the crumpled form of a beautiful woman, lay bleeding against the side of a tree. Of most interest was the Goddess Elysia, who was wrapped in three ethereal chains made of screaming spirits, her fingers clutching at her throat as precious vitae flowed out in an uninterrupted stream. Among them, the massive form of Soul, still clutching the chain of spirits that was steadily being absorbed into Obstinata, was struggling to break free from the ritual. Sharay cast a dreadful glance their way, her fingers smoldering from the energy she'd released when assaulting Meristali.

Deverance hissed, blue eyes widening as he identified the gathered cast of entities. "The Spider Birvuo," he motioned towards the broken figure of Meristali. "The Goddess of Death and Chaos," he pointed briefly towards Sharay. "The Goddess of Death and Winter," with a small wave of his hand, he motioned towards Elysia and the gathering of bugs at her feet. "All those beetles lapping at her blood.. those are Mai'ka's hybrid children. And those chains are Almeddan souls. This place is fucked."

"We're all going to die," groaned Brod.

"Most definitely," Deverance agreed as the sorcerer began to channel magic. The pair were positioned defensively behind the lines of warriors. "Let's hope Elysia survives to ferry our souls to paradise."

"Yeah," Brod muttered, his deep voice laden with resolve as the Almeddan war cry spread through the front ranks of soldiers which charged into the clearing. Everyone who was not Elysia herself was viewed as a potential foe. The split Almeddan and Grand City forces burst into the serene gathering, their eyes wild, teeth bared in grim determination. Sharay, Soul, ghost or beetle.. it did not matter. Steel was soon wielded on them all.

Frigid, deathly magic blossomed from the beetles drinking Elysia's blood, and moments later the screams of death and war were upon them all.

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In Jade City:

Acothaein Fallarbor, Brod's cousin and a massive soldier buried beneath plates of armor, growled impatiently as he paced back and forth. Nari studied him with curious and mocking eyes as the heavy infantry complained angrily.

"Where is Zafiro?! We need to get moving!" One hundred Almeddan soldiers were gathered at the eastern wall, working slowly at rebuilding the structure, but it was obvious they were really just waiting for the child to show up again. Another portal like the one Zafiro opened earlier was the only way they could possibly reach the conflict to the north in time to be of any assistance. But Zafiro had vanished after he opened the doorway, leaving the reinforcements to loiter around and bicker. Acothaein was great at both loitering and bickering, and he seemed to favor the latter for this particular moment. "Damnit, what are we waiting for?!"

An Almeddan approached and motioned at Acothaein. "Hey, fatass," the soldier joked. "Let's get going. They found the boy." He offered a cursory glance at Nari. "Your wench should probably stay here."

Acothaein scowled towards the man. "She's coming."

The Almeddan shrugged. "Fine. It's her funeral. Let's go."

Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 7:49 pm

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