Stygian Descent - The Last Trek (IV)

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[ 93] Nymaya: Stygian Descent - The Last Trek (IV)
Sun Apr 4 01:12:19 2010
To: All Crelius Reklah ( story chain ) Imm Necrucifer RP Religion
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She was not aware as she was simultaneously flung and pulled down, down toward a tiny speck of crimson that grew at an alarmingly fast rate. The flames of the Inferno below - a blighted realm of fire - rose up to sear her and as she fell, the hood of her cloak drew back.

Silver hair flowing around her, she regained consciousness as the sky opened up. Suffocating in the hellish conditions, her mind refusing to make any sense of the horrors she was seeing in the sky, in the air, on the ground...she gripped the periapt in desperation.

Call him, elf.

She opened her mouth, needing to take in a breath and in the same moment, her body struck something. A demonic screech filled her world and she lost her grasp on consciousness again. It was a second incorporeal impact, directly against her sternum, that forced her back. Her world filled with crimson, a corruption that stole every aspect of who and what she was.

Breath was compelled back into her lungs and as the entity departed, the name came forth in a rush.

She kept a hold of her senses long enough to see ebony flame erupt around her. To feel its protection cool her, to take in an acidic, metallic tasting breath and then - nothing.

She drifted in an accursed oblivion, for an eternity and more it felt. She would have been happy to stay there, it was better than the hell that awaited beyond.

"Awaken, Nymaya"

The command prompted her aching eyes to open and she found herself lying upon a mound before a series of twisted arches. Each construct was made of varying material, be it flesh and innards or pure gold. She was panting, short and terribly wet breaths. Blood colored her nearly gray-blue lips and trailed down her chin. She didn't want to think any further about any of it as she pushed her excruciated body up from the ashen ground. She even managed to subdue a portion of the alarming realization that she was surrounded on the outset of the arches by all manner of fiends.

"You should have called me sooner." She was rebuked by the ethereal voice and, having not the strength to glare at him, she turned her pained gaze upon the azure image of Crelius. "But you have done better than I thought you would."

She couldn't answer but she felt a deeper reserve of strength inundate her...just in time to watch the form of Reklah fall through an arch of such soul-sucking black that to look upon it was to experience true and utter hopelessness.

He hit the ground with such force that it was a wonder to see his armored chest rise and fall with life. She thought that her first sight of him would prompt her to linger mindlessly but she was moving in the same instance of his appearance.

"Guide him." Crelius ordered. "The way out is not far."

And, kneeling beside the man she had risked everything to free, she lifted one of his arms over her own damaged shoulders. It was only with a forceful invocation of her Lord's name that she got him to his feet, but upon speaking the mere word, she felt her spirit pulse with the power it inspired - and the last trek began.