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[ 95] Nymaya: Iagothal: A New Menace (2/4)
Tue Feb 24 01:48:30 2015
To: All Verminasia Reklah Ashtiel
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With the barest pressure of her heels against the gelding's flanks, the horse nudged forward and they began to follow a barren game trail that ran parallel to the creature's path.
Over the sound of the horse picking its way through the brush she listened, casting her senses out. The darkness was more complete beneath the trees but she could still sense it moving, its bulk and strangeness impossible for her not to notice. Occasional splashes and droplets of blood dotted the ground, drawing her gaze unerringly. She was certain anyone could have followed its sloppy and destructive trail.
She heeded every warning the horse lent along the way but in the long hour that passed, nothing attacked and the trail changed disturbingly. The broken trees and limbs disappeared upward, drawing her gaze to the sky. It could...fly? A wry quirk of her lips belied annoyance with this newest occurrence. She didn't slow in its wake though, still drawn on by the blood trail and the stench - she didn't carry a bow and quiver full of arrows for the cosmetic appeal.
Rapidly going over new tactics, the edge of the forest rose up ahead. The gelding didn't need to be stopped, it paused of its own accord just past the break and stomped at the ground with a snort of warning. They'd caught up with it.
The urge to dismount settled on her but even as muscles tightened toward that motion, she stopped cold - heeding a gut instinct. A sound buzzed by her ear. Insect? The season was entirely wrong for insects. Alarms began to sound within as a veritable swarm of flies engulfed them, biting flesh wherever it was bared. The horse swiveled its ears and flicked its tail, snorting and shaking its head as it grew more annoyed by the second. Ignoring the flies, she slipped down from the saddle deftly and made a cautious trek further into the clearing. An icy lake lay lower along the countryside and in the far distance the shadow of mountains arose into the starry night sky. It was while she gazed toward those majestic peaks that a dark blot caught her attention. It weaved through the sky, blackening the stars. Its shape reminded her eerily of the lesser demons she had seen from afar, even down to the flexing of its massive wingspan.
Disturbed by its appearance and somewhat concerned that it might, in fact, be a legitimate demon she hesitated in her reach for the strung bow at her shoulder, drawn instead to watch the creature. She was, thus, not taken by surprise when she realized that its shape was falling fast - directly toward her. It had drawn its wings in and was diving through the frigid air, outstretched claws reaching forward.
(cont.)
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Iagothal: A New Menace (3/4)
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[ 96] Nymaya: Iagothal: A New Menace (3/4)
Tue Feb 24 02:16:29 2015
To: All Verminasia Reklah Ashtiel
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She had time to react, though not to shoot it. The snap of its wings splintered the air above her as she hit the ground and rolled away but into the charged atmosphere followed an enraged roar. She was up and crouched defensively by the time it touched the ground with its taloned feet and turned its bulk toward her. Its evil, slanted gaze was a malevolent amber and glowed with the depth of its animosity. It easily towered over her and its body was broad, bulky. A mix of scaled black flesh and blood, with tufts of indistinguishable fur along its arms, legs and middle. It flexed impressive claws at the ends of thickly coiled arms that could clearly rip men in half. Likewise, its legs crouched over wicked black talons and a pair of bat-like wings stretched out over its back. Vapor slipped between the fangs of its gruesome grin and then it came at her with a howl that set the fine hairs at the back of her neck on end.
The face that snapped at her was bestial, more demonic than animal in the darkness but she rolled away once again. Her sword sang in the same instance, leaving a wound along the creature's outstretched arm and sending the unique aroma of its blood to join the stink. It barely seemed to notice the wound and its claws caught her cloak, leaving long ripped rents in the durable fabric.
Without breaking stride she unclasped the garment while circling around the clearing with the beast who followed in stride though she was given the impression that it quivered with anticipation. It wouldn't be long before it attacked again. Base instinct would work against it but until she witnessed it further, she was at a disadvantage.
The next attack was surprisingly fast. Faster than she had anticipated as its bulk shot toward her in an unnatural glide but in the seconds between, she took stock of its openings and determined that she could cripple it, perhaps kill it outright, but only if she took the hit.
The split-second decision made, she committed to the act but even in the doing so the ground began to shake to the thunder of hooves. She had to twist wildly, gracelessly, to get out of the way but the beast, trapped in its initial rush, was caught by the tip of a lance and sent tumbling by a shattering impact. She watched with a certain satisfaction, sprawled as she was in the snow, as its crumpled body came to a rolling stop and ceased to move some distance away before finally turning her attention to the horse and rider.
He was heavily cloaked and even then tugging on the reigns of his nightmarish steed to turn it around. Silhouetted by the stars and the night sky the unholy creature tossed its head haughtily and turned toward her, guided by a steady hand. She rose up from the ground sword still to hand and, taking no heed of the snow caked along her side, met the advance.
"Are you alright?" Mildly spoken. Had her husband been concerned? The thought was a little flattering but she responded to the query.
"I am uninjured. I had its trail. If I'd waited, we would have lost it in the night sky and it might have reached the farmsteads or the town." She made a gesture toward its crumpled body, which he turned to observe now.
(cont.)
[ 96] Nymaya: Iagothal: A New Menace (3/4)
Tue Feb 24 02:16:29 2015
To: All Verminasia Reklah Ashtiel
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She had time to react, though not to shoot it. The snap of its wings splintered the air above her as she hit the ground and rolled away but into the charged atmosphere followed an enraged roar. She was up and crouched defensively by the time it touched the ground with its taloned feet and turned its bulk toward her. Its evil, slanted gaze was a malevolent amber and glowed with the depth of its animosity. It easily towered over her and its body was broad, bulky. A mix of scaled black flesh and blood, with tufts of indistinguishable fur along its arms, legs and middle. It flexed impressive claws at the ends of thickly coiled arms that could clearly rip men in half. Likewise, its legs crouched over wicked black talons and a pair of bat-like wings stretched out over its back. Vapor slipped between the fangs of its gruesome grin and then it came at her with a howl that set the fine hairs at the back of her neck on end.
The face that snapped at her was bestial, more demonic than animal in the darkness but she rolled away once again. Her sword sang in the same instance, leaving a wound along the creature's outstretched arm and sending the unique aroma of its blood to join the stink. It barely seemed to notice the wound and its claws caught her cloak, leaving long ripped rents in the durable fabric.
Without breaking stride she unclasped the garment while circling around the clearing with the beast who followed in stride though she was given the impression that it quivered with anticipation. It wouldn't be long before it attacked again. Base instinct would work against it but until she witnessed it further, she was at a disadvantage.
The next attack was surprisingly fast. Faster than she had anticipated as its bulk shot toward her in an unnatural glide but in the seconds between, she took stock of its openings and determined that she could cripple it, perhaps kill it outright, but only if she took the hit.
The split-second decision made, she committed to the act but even in the doing so the ground began to shake to the thunder of hooves. She had to twist wildly, gracelessly, to get out of the way but the beast, trapped in its initial rush, was caught by the tip of a lance and sent tumbling by a shattering impact. She watched with a certain satisfaction, sprawled as she was in the snow, as its crumpled body came to a rolling stop and ceased to move some distance away before finally turning her attention to the horse and rider.
He was heavily cloaked and even then tugging on the reigns of his nightmarish steed to turn it around. Silhouetted by the stars and the night sky the unholy creature tossed its head haughtily and turned toward her, guided by a steady hand. She rose up from the ground sword still to hand and, taking no heed of the snow caked along her side, met the advance.
"Are you alright?" Mildly spoken. Had her husband been concerned? The thought was a little flattering but she responded to the query.
"I am uninjured. I had its trail. If I'd waited, we would have lost it in the night sky and it might have reached the farmsteads or the town." She made a gesture toward its crumpled body, which he turned to observe now.
(cont.)
Iagothal: A New Menace (4/4)
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[ 97] Nymaya: Iagothal: A New Menace (4/4)
Tue Feb 24 02:43:28 2015
To: All Verminasia Reklah Ashtiel
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In the silence that fell between them, he shifted his armored weight and dismounted. The lance he left couched with the unholy steed but the smooth sound of metal announced the drawing of his blade and they both made their way to the side of the still beast.
"Do you know what it is?" He asked, his sword point drawing one of its crippled wings outward.
She shook her head slowly and remarked, "I've been to every end of Algoron, studied more creatures than most but this - no. It looks..."
"Twisted and demonic." He finished in a low tone, which had her nodding in agreement.
The flies that had swarmed her and her steed earlier continued to make a nuisance of themselves but appeared largely confined to the body of the beast now. An interesting development she found herself contemplating but one without answers as long as the origin of the creature remained a mystery.
"There have been enough events of recent to warrant new creatures emerging." The tone made his words sound more like a suggestion but it stood to reason.
The stillness of the night was abruptly broken by the sound of many horses and voices. The patrol. They both turned as lantern light fell over the clearing and a dozen men dressed and armored in Kayen livery rode in from the forest.
She called to her steed as Reklah began issuing orders to the men at arms. The query of the strange beast would be answered but not this night. It was late and there was little more that could be done until the body could be seen in light.
With the rush of adrenaline gone, the deep chill of winter's evening became more apparent and she couldn't restrain the shiver that took her while she brushed a hand gently over the insect bites that riddled her steed. It brought her thoughts around to the rent cloak she had discarded for the brief battle but before she could turn to find it, his hands slid the familiar weight of it back over her shoulders. He clasped the fabric back in place and set a chaste kiss to her cheek while she reached up to brush her fingers affectionately over his hand.
"Thank you" She said with a slight smile, turning to regard him.
He tipped his head and replied quietly. "Let us return now."
(fin)
[ 97] Nymaya: Iagothal: A New Menace (4/4)
Tue Feb 24 02:43:28 2015
To: All Verminasia Reklah Ashtiel
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In the silence that fell between them, he shifted his armored weight and dismounted. The lance he left couched with the unholy steed but the smooth sound of metal announced the drawing of his blade and they both made their way to the side of the still beast.
"Do you know what it is?" He asked, his sword point drawing one of its crippled wings outward.
She shook her head slowly and remarked, "I've been to every end of Algoron, studied more creatures than most but this - no. It looks..."
"Twisted and demonic." He finished in a low tone, which had her nodding in agreement.
The flies that had swarmed her and her steed earlier continued to make a nuisance of themselves but appeared largely confined to the body of the beast now. An interesting development she found herself contemplating but one without answers as long as the origin of the creature remained a mystery.
"There have been enough events of recent to warrant new creatures emerging." The tone made his words sound more like a suggestion but it stood to reason.
The stillness of the night was abruptly broken by the sound of many horses and voices. The patrol. They both turned as lantern light fell over the clearing and a dozen men dressed and armored in Kayen livery rode in from the forest.
She called to her steed as Reklah began issuing orders to the men at arms. The query of the strange beast would be answered but not this night. It was late and there was little more that could be done until the body could be seen in light.
With the rush of adrenaline gone, the deep chill of winter's evening became more apparent and she couldn't restrain the shiver that took her while she brushed a hand gently over the insect bites that riddled her steed. It brought her thoughts around to the rent cloak she had discarded for the brief battle but before she could turn to find it, his hands slid the familiar weight of it back over her shoulders. He clasped the fabric back in place and set a chaste kiss to her cheek while she reached up to brush her fingers affectionately over his hand.
"Thank you" She said with a slight smile, turning to regard him.
He tipped his head and replied quietly. "Let us return now."
(fin)
Tradecraft
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[132] Nymaya: Tradecraft
Sun Feb 21 14:52:07 2016
To: Verminasia RP
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The coffee was strong. No cream, no sugar, just cardamom spice and with each careful sip she was reminded of the desert. It was a pleasant simplicity, which was rare enough to warrant savoring, even if it was available to her every day.
She let her concerns lapse while she stood by the market entrance, watching the people and the guard, listening to the cacophony of blacksmiths and soldiers at practice. Among the sounds of marching troops, the smell of the tanners and the voices of merchants hawking their wares, was an undercurrent of palpable excitement - one she knew well.
"Lady Kayen."
The summons brought her gaze to a young man garbed in a black-stained apron. From the smell alone she knew he worked the forge, from the age she suspected he was a mere apprentice.
"For you, ma'am." The parchment was also stained and a little crumpled but she recognized the writing. It almost brought a smile to her face but work was work, no matter how long you'd been absent from it.
"He can not deal with this himself?" She asked with idle speculation, already aware of the answer but interested in the lad's response.
"Sorry ma'am. He says the orders are overflowing, what with all this talk of war."
She nodded slowly and folded the letter that had simply gone on to outline the many orders her armor smith had received. He'd never been one for too many words. Self-sufficient and competent, but if he was calling for help then he certainly needed it.
"Tell him he will get what he needs." She responded and, taking another sip of her coffee, she pulled a blue diamond out for the soot-streaked messenger.
"Thank you ma'am - ah, Lady Kayen." He bowed while backing away, his eyes alight as he tucked the diamond into a pouch.
She nodded once and then set her gaze on the horizon. The haze of industry was thick, thicker than usual but she had had decades to grow familiar with the smell. Breathing in the scent of the coffee and cardamom gratefully nonetheless, she eyed the passage of a noble who hurried past her without acknowledgement and the concerns she'd set aside briefly, returned.
[132] Nymaya: Tradecraft
Sun Feb 21 14:52:07 2016
To: Verminasia RP
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The coffee was strong. No cream, no sugar, just cardamom spice and with each careful sip she was reminded of the desert. It was a pleasant simplicity, which was rare enough to warrant savoring, even if it was available to her every day.
She let her concerns lapse while she stood by the market entrance, watching the people and the guard, listening to the cacophony of blacksmiths and soldiers at practice. Among the sounds of marching troops, the smell of the tanners and the voices of merchants hawking their wares, was an undercurrent of palpable excitement - one she knew well.
"Lady Kayen."
The summons brought her gaze to a young man garbed in a black-stained apron. From the smell alone she knew he worked the forge, from the age she suspected he was a mere apprentice.
"For you, ma'am." The parchment was also stained and a little crumpled but she recognized the writing. It almost brought a smile to her face but work was work, no matter how long you'd been absent from it.
"He can not deal with this himself?" She asked with idle speculation, already aware of the answer but interested in the lad's response.
"Sorry ma'am. He says the orders are overflowing, what with all this talk of war."
She nodded slowly and folded the letter that had simply gone on to outline the many orders her armor smith had received. He'd never been one for too many words. Self-sufficient and competent, but if he was calling for help then he certainly needed it.
"Tell him he will get what he needs." She responded and, taking another sip of her coffee, she pulled a blue diamond out for the soot-streaked messenger.
"Thank you ma'am - ah, Lady Kayen." He bowed while backing away, his eyes alight as he tucked the diamond into a pouch.
She nodded once and then set her gaze on the horizon. The haze of industry was thick, thicker than usual but she had had decades to grow familiar with the smell. Breathing in the scent of the coffee and cardamom gratefully nonetheless, she eyed the passage of a noble who hurried past her without acknowledgement and the concerns she'd set aside briefly, returned.
Primal Worship I
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[119] Nymaya: Primal Worship (I)
Thu Aug 7 21:02:44 2014
To: All Reklah Ashtiel Dimidus Philyra ( RP Necrucifer Fatale )
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The flames of the bonfire licked high into a black sky, the only light to be glimpsed for miles. For neither star nor moon flickered above, replaced by the heavy shadow of threatening clouds.
It was a night to worship, to believe in demons and wild spirits. In which dark things danced through the deep, caressing dreams and nightmare alike.
She stood by the edge of that wild light, captivated and bound to the eerie chanting, the ominous beat of drums. It called to her, slipping through the blood like distant thunder, her heart beating strangely in time. It hearkened to something ancient, something primitive within.
Fur-laden bodies painted with red, black and white moved rhythmically around the flames - like freed spirits, everything about them was primal and mesmerizing. She could feel their movement in the ground and that part of her that had grown among their ilk, that had fit more with their wildness, sought to join.
She did not though.
She stood alone, watching the hypnotic play of shadows as it cast a rictus visage over each of them in turn. As if the God of Death were there among the gloom, casting a mix of blessings and curses.
Her thoughts fell like stones into the river of her Song, that rushed just beneath the surface. Appraising the moment and how appropriate it felt, gazing inward to mark the ever present resonance of the Haunt that writhed as if called by the bonfire...and the cold shadow that had long since taken hold in her soul.
Quiet your thoughts
The whisper licked through her like a fine edge, tingling painfully over nerve endings, leaving behind an oily taint that was recognized intimately. She obeyed though and let silence rule her mind.
A breath of icy wind swirled around her, an infernal caress if ever she'd felt one, and then dispersed. The stale humidity closed in again and though the rustic drumming continued, she became aware that the elders all had their eyes on her and the dancers had turned, their arms lifted toward the above.
Tempted to turn away, to fade into the impenetrable night all around, she was instead rooted to her place at the edge of the fire light. She had been invited, a rare gift or so she had come to understand, and her discomfort aside she could not turn her back on that. For no matter how refined she might have become, in life and faith, this was primal and important.
The elves, her wild kin, who lived among the shadowy boughs of the Great Forest were not a welcoming lot but she had piqued their curiosity. A high born - they called her - who wore wild heritage openly and walked in darkness. She was not a stranger to such regard. If only they knew...
"You will drink of this, you will dream and we will know." The voice was ancient and brooked no argument. She hadn't heard the elder approach but she met his steely eyes and slowly accepted the fragrant bowl.
*cont*
[119] Nymaya: Primal Worship (I)
Thu Aug 7 21:02:44 2014
To: All Reklah Ashtiel Dimidus Philyra ( RP Necrucifer Fatale )
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The flames of the bonfire licked high into a black sky, the only light to be glimpsed for miles. For neither star nor moon flickered above, replaced by the heavy shadow of threatening clouds.
It was a night to worship, to believe in demons and wild spirits. In which dark things danced through the deep, caressing dreams and nightmare alike.
She stood by the edge of that wild light, captivated and bound to the eerie chanting, the ominous beat of drums. It called to her, slipping through the blood like distant thunder, her heart beating strangely in time. It hearkened to something ancient, something primitive within.
Fur-laden bodies painted with red, black and white moved rhythmically around the flames - like freed spirits, everything about them was primal and mesmerizing. She could feel their movement in the ground and that part of her that had grown among their ilk, that had fit more with their wildness, sought to join.
She did not though.
She stood alone, watching the hypnotic play of shadows as it cast a rictus visage over each of them in turn. As if the God of Death were there among the gloom, casting a mix of blessings and curses.
Her thoughts fell like stones into the river of her Song, that rushed just beneath the surface. Appraising the moment and how appropriate it felt, gazing inward to mark the ever present resonance of the Haunt that writhed as if called by the bonfire...and the cold shadow that had long since taken hold in her soul.
Quiet your thoughts
The whisper licked through her like a fine edge, tingling painfully over nerve endings, leaving behind an oily taint that was recognized intimately. She obeyed though and let silence rule her mind.
A breath of icy wind swirled around her, an infernal caress if ever she'd felt one, and then dispersed. The stale humidity closed in again and though the rustic drumming continued, she became aware that the elders all had their eyes on her and the dancers had turned, their arms lifted toward the above.
Tempted to turn away, to fade into the impenetrable night all around, she was instead rooted to her place at the edge of the fire light. She had been invited, a rare gift or so she had come to understand, and her discomfort aside she could not turn her back on that. For no matter how refined she might have become, in life and faith, this was primal and important.
The elves, her wild kin, who lived among the shadowy boughs of the Great Forest were not a welcoming lot but she had piqued their curiosity. A high born - they called her - who wore wild heritage openly and walked in darkness. She was not a stranger to such regard. If only they knew...
"You will drink of this, you will dream and we will know." The voice was ancient and brooked no argument. She hadn't heard the elder approach but she met his steely eyes and slowly accepted the fragrant bowl.
*cont*
Primal Worship II
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[120] Nymaya: Primal Worship (II)
Thu Aug 7 21:06:38 2014
To: All Reklah Ashtiel Dimidus Philyra ( RP Necrucifer Fatale )
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Hesitation.
She had an inkling of what she might see or dream if she drank of their strange concoction and she was not eager to visit it. There would be no turning back now though. She had agreed to attend.
The dancing had resumed; two circles moving in opposite directions around the stationary blaze. It was dizzying.
"Drink." The word was spoken as command and an otherworldly gleam shone within the shaman's eyes.
No more hesitation. The liquid went down her throat like fire, burning a path all the way to her soul. The bowl fell, her right hand lifted to hold her throat and the left would have followed but she was on her knees and a shadowy form held her wrist in a solid grasp.
A fever gripped her, comprised of gut-wrenching pain and strange wonder. Was she to die now? The elves had been worshiping the darkness...death.
If there was an answer, it appeared in the form of a dagger flashing dangerously in the night and culminated in sharp pain as its edge tore through her wrist and palm. The metallic scent of her own blood followed and she realized that she remembered this. A memory..
Gritting her teeth through the pain, her eyes watering with it, she turned from the priestess holding the dagger to look at the throne and the Queen sitting its cold stone.
Do you seek death. The woman spoke but her lips did not move. Her eyes flashed red in the shifting mists.
Does it seek me. She knew the answer though no voice spoke it. Her cry scraped forth then as claws tore into the dagger wound, ripping it open wider. There was no fighting it, so she endured.
What broke you?
*cont*
[120] Nymaya: Primal Worship (II)
Thu Aug 7 21:06:38 2014
To: All Reklah Ashtiel Dimidus Philyra ( RP Necrucifer Fatale )
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Hesitation.
She had an inkling of what she might see or dream if she drank of their strange concoction and she was not eager to visit it. There would be no turning back now though. She had agreed to attend.
The dancing had resumed; two circles moving in opposite directions around the stationary blaze. It was dizzying.
"Drink." The word was spoken as command and an otherworldly gleam shone within the shaman's eyes.
No more hesitation. The liquid went down her throat like fire, burning a path all the way to her soul. The bowl fell, her right hand lifted to hold her throat and the left would have followed but she was on her knees and a shadowy form held her wrist in a solid grasp.
A fever gripped her, comprised of gut-wrenching pain and strange wonder. Was she to die now? The elves had been worshiping the darkness...death.
If there was an answer, it appeared in the form of a dagger flashing dangerously in the night and culminated in sharp pain as its edge tore through her wrist and palm. The metallic scent of her own blood followed and she realized that she remembered this. A memory..
Gritting her teeth through the pain, her eyes watering with it, she turned from the priestess holding the dagger to look at the throne and the Queen sitting its cold stone.
Do you seek death. The woman spoke but her lips did not move. Her eyes flashed red in the shifting mists.
Does it seek me. She knew the answer though no voice spoke it. Her cry scraped forth then as claws tore into the dagger wound, ripping it open wider. There was no fighting it, so she endured.
What broke you?
*cont*
Primal Worship III
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[121] Nymaya: Primal Worship (III)
Thu Aug 7 21:17:06 2014
To: All Reklah Ashtiel Dimidus Uvall ( RP Necrucifer Fatale )
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Something stirred in the darkness as if the mists were alive, concealing a predator that watched - that waited. She was not afraid anymore though. There was only cold conscience; an awareness of the choices she had made, the road she had chosen to walk and the merciless God to whom she had devoted all but her heart.
If anyone owned that, it was her children.
Their names whispered forth over and over again as they entered her thoughts, the sound becoming a maddened cacophony. She couldn't stop it, couldn't get away from it, couldn't cover her ears to muffle it.
You think you know madness. Laughter followed; malicious, mocking.
And abruptly - the whispers stopped.
She was still on her knees, she could feel the solid ground beneath her and the heat of the sanguine flames roiling from the fire that licked up toward the shrouded sky. Sweat had coated her skin and as she lifted her gaze to the shaman standing over her, holding her left wrist in his hand, the encompassing chill of anger rushed in to fill the confusion.
"You carry a spirit with you." The words were intoned with reverent interest and her anger dispersed before a wave of dizziness. Upon closing her eyes though, she was met in the darkness by the faint outline of a spirit.
Linot.. Friend. Sister. Lost.
Remotely, she knew that she was speaking. A chaos of words, answers perhaps to questions but she could not control the fever or the tumble. It burned in her gut, through her veins, in her head. The last time she'd felt this was in the desert - the sandstorm...
Stop!
She wasn't sure she spoke the word aloud, she couldn't differentiate between reality and dream. A jumble of memories assaulted her though, as if she were caught in the rapids of a river. There was no stopping the avalanche until- as if all the world simple ceased to exist, the rush of images and sensations simply ended and there was black, emptiness.
It was a balm next to the inundation but she knew, even as she floated in eternity, that she would reach true insanity if it went on indefinite. She could have been there forever or a mere handful of moments, time did not matter and though the fever persisted, she found calm. Linot was there, stalwart and strong. As she had always been. And then another. It's will was unfathomable, demonic. Her eyes opened to meet a crimson gaze with black pupils but there was no fear, not this time.
Have we tasted enough of this. Mocking, wry. Was it a figment of madness or was it 'him'? Perhaps he was simply a part of her now. It didn't matter. She had paid her debt.
Laughter preceded the sudden shattering of the black emptiness, she fell and with a sharp inhale of breath, she was awake.
*cont*
[121] Nymaya: Primal Worship (III)
Thu Aug 7 21:17:06 2014
To: All Reklah Ashtiel Dimidus Uvall ( RP Necrucifer Fatale )
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Something stirred in the darkness as if the mists were alive, concealing a predator that watched - that waited. She was not afraid anymore though. There was only cold conscience; an awareness of the choices she had made, the road she had chosen to walk and the merciless God to whom she had devoted all but her heart.
If anyone owned that, it was her children.
Their names whispered forth over and over again as they entered her thoughts, the sound becoming a maddened cacophony. She couldn't stop it, couldn't get away from it, couldn't cover her ears to muffle it.
You think you know madness. Laughter followed; malicious, mocking.
And abruptly - the whispers stopped.
She was still on her knees, she could feel the solid ground beneath her and the heat of the sanguine flames roiling from the fire that licked up toward the shrouded sky. Sweat had coated her skin and as she lifted her gaze to the shaman standing over her, holding her left wrist in his hand, the encompassing chill of anger rushed in to fill the confusion.
"You carry a spirit with you." The words were intoned with reverent interest and her anger dispersed before a wave of dizziness. Upon closing her eyes though, she was met in the darkness by the faint outline of a spirit.
Linot.. Friend. Sister. Lost.
Remotely, she knew that she was speaking. A chaos of words, answers perhaps to questions but she could not control the fever or the tumble. It burned in her gut, through her veins, in her head. The last time she'd felt this was in the desert - the sandstorm...
Stop!
She wasn't sure she spoke the word aloud, she couldn't differentiate between reality and dream. A jumble of memories assaulted her though, as if she were caught in the rapids of a river. There was no stopping the avalanche until- as if all the world simple ceased to exist, the rush of images and sensations simply ended and there was black, emptiness.
It was a balm next to the inundation but she knew, even as she floated in eternity, that she would reach true insanity if it went on indefinite. She could have been there forever or a mere handful of moments, time did not matter and though the fever persisted, she found calm. Linot was there, stalwart and strong. As she had always been. And then another. It's will was unfathomable, demonic. Her eyes opened to meet a crimson gaze with black pupils but there was no fear, not this time.
Have we tasted enough of this. Mocking, wry. Was it a figment of madness or was it 'him'? Perhaps he was simply a part of her now. It didn't matter. She had paid her debt.
Laughter preceded the sudden shattering of the black emptiness, she fell and with a sharp inhale of breath, she was awake.
*cont*
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