Stygian Descent (III)

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[ 92] Nymaya: Stygian Descent (III)
Sat Apr 3 16:26:00 2010
To: All Crelius Reklah ( story chain ) Imm Necrucifer RP Religion
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Her body was spiraling through the dark again, her mind trapped within a vortex of vertigo and black foreboding. Panic began to eat at the edges of everything. Her lungs struggled against the crushing sensation while she was enveloped in the swirling perfection of black, hellish nothing.

The fluctuation of heat and cold were such as she descended now that no part of her was spared the experience of thousands of unending, piercing needle points. She could feel her grasp of sanity tearing with the torment and it was in this she found some small saving grace - for the madness felt familiar in an alien landscape of constant shadow.

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Ravaged - physically, mentally and spiritually - she could only bow beneath the exceptional weight. The spark of life was slender, held aloft only by a thin shadowy tendril of faith and pure stubborn drive.

Her hand flexed around the periapt that hung down from her throat and through touch alone, she felt its baleful will. A faint pulse of malevolent urging followed, filling her head with a flash of crimson pain. It seemed that even Uvall was bound from this place.

She had no more strength to think beyond the immediate and, with a breath that rasped terribly in her chest, she forced herself up...

...to behold a sight that took that breath back from her.

It seemed as if the whole of Algoron she could see had been reshaped. The promontory she stood upon overlooked the vast spread of a forest she recognized, if only by its shape upon the blasted land now. The Vallenwood was burned to ash and all the land she could see near it looked to be in a similar disrupted state.

An agony, a loss, unlike any other gripped her chest and for a moment she wondered if it would kill her. Even in exile a part of her had been bound to this place - to her origin...

"There is no more hope for you." The voice was dark, serious but tinged with a perpetual hint of superiority. Keylan. "Why cling to what has been lost for eternity?"

So convincing. The brush of magic, of a will that was both cunning and powerful, tempted her.

"Leave off, Keylan." She breathed, still trying to force her mind through the painful rejection of what was clearly before her. His chuckle was soft but belittling.

"Ah, I suppose that's what I always liked about you, sister." He went on with amusement. "Dedicated and stubborn to a fault." -his pause was long and heavy while it lasted- "Come now, Nymaya. I don't want to have to kill you. Malachive is willing to overlook your sins."

A spike of cold alarm raced down her spine and she turned slowly to gaze upon her half-brother. He looked emaciated, gray and hollow but there was power radiating around him. He held out his hand. "Come. Your purpose doesn't have to end here. Reklah awaits."

She never got a chance to answer as a second spike of crimson pain filled her head at the sound of his name. Her knees hit the ground as she bent over it, aware that something had changed. A series of pure demonic screams barreled into her maybe seconds after, enraged, and she felt herself ripped from the Border realm.

(cont.)