Chronicles of Isya

[Lythari]

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fiesta, Outspark, or any affiliates: just the characters I make up…so no stealing! Figured that I might as well make a Fiesta Fiction for Epith. Let me know what you think.

Chronicles of Isya

Chapter 1

“King Slime is attacking! King slime is attacking!” came the panicked cries of the citizens of Roumen. The news of King Slime’s vengeful attack spread like a wildfire in high winds. It didn’t take long, however, for a few brave warriors to start banding together to defend against threat. Among them was an apprentice fighter named Darren. The fighters were looking over the people who would be defending against the attack, and found a little extra fire power wouldn’t hurt. Looking around the dock areas, where all the defenders had amassed, Darren noticed a mage standing near the end of the dock, looking out into the endless open seas. He trotted over to him.
“Hey you! Come on, let’s go!”
The mage turned to face him. “Uh…me?”
“Do you see anyone else standing in front of me? Let’s go!”
“Go where?”
“The slimes are attacking Roumen. We gotta stop them.”
“Well, I don’t know…”
“We don’t have time to discuss it.” Darren said, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him back to the meeting area. “Okay, I got another mage. We ready?”
Everyone turned to the leader of the group. After thinking for a minute, he nodded. “Let’s go.”
And with that, everyone set off to intercept the slimes at Cyclone Hill.
As they made their way to the battlefield, Darren couldn’t help but notice the mage’s tension.
“You alright?”
“Well, it’s just that I’ve never done this before…”
“Nothin’ to it. Just don’t die.”
“Thanks” the mage said, not entirely consoled by the remark.
“Ye gotta name?”
“Kieran”
“That’s a strange name for a mage.” Darren said with a laugh.
“Well…it means ‘Dark one.’”
Darren laughed again. “Hahaha! In what language?” Kieran blushed slightly. “Ahh…but there is nothing wrong with being a little different.”
Kieran took that as a compliment. “So…what do we have to look forward to?”
Darren looked at him. “You really haven’t faced King Slime before, have you?”
“Um…no…”
“That’s okay.” The fighter said. “Just stick close to me and sling those spells. I’ll keep’em off yer back.”
“What am I slinging at?”
“Anythin’ that isn’t elf or human.”
Kieran took a deep breath and prepared himself for what lay ahead. How did I get drug into this?

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[Lythari]

In the Forest of Mist, the cleric Kari sat under a tree and watched with genuine fascinated amusement as a forest elf was fishing. She, like the rest of her kind, had a most unique way of going about the usually dull, menial task. The elf waited patiently in a tree overlooking the nearby lake. Suddenly, she dived off of the tree into the lake. The cleric leaned forward to see better. After a few minutes, the water settled. She squinted to see better, but still couldn’t make out any sign of the elf. After another five minutes, the elf erupted out of the lake’s surface with a fish skewered on an arrow. It was a good catch, being a four foot Elderine trout. From what Kari could tell, her aim was dead on and the fish was paralyzed from its wound. Trying to stifle a laugh, Kari watched the soaked elf try to feel and hear her way onto the shore; the girl’s long hair, soaked with water, had fallen down over her eyes. She finally set the fish down and swept her hair aside.

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Aerowynn brushed her hair aside, grabbed her fish, and made her way back up the bank to the trees. She had noticed her audience during the entire show, and wondered why the cleric had watched her so closely. Of course, having spent most of her life outside of human contact deep within the Ancient Elven Woods, her human tongue wasn’t great and she spoke with a distinct forest elven accent; thus making her wonder how successful communicating with the human woman might or might not be. She didn’t have trouble understanding what they said, but rather speaking the language itself. With a few quick, graceful leaps she found herself face to face with the human; much to the cleric’s surprise. Aerowynn’s blue eyes pierced into the cleric’s soft brown eyes when she looked at the woman. Clearing her throat, she spoke the best human tongue she could muster. “Do you…have hunger?”
The cleric blushed slightly, not realizing the elf knew she was there. “I’m sorry?”
There was a short silence as the elf thought of how to effectively convey her thoughts. “Is there hunger in you?”
Realizing that the human language was not easy for the elf, Kari smiled at the effort. “I understand most elven dialects if that is easier for you.”
“Tu oui ryja rihkan?”
“Hu, E tu hud, pid dryhgc” Kari replied, laboring to match the dialect and tones of the language. This particular one didn't come easy to her.
“E lyh ihtancdyht risyh duhkia. E zicd lyh'd cbayg ed famm.”
“Oh.” Kari said, glad that she wouldn’t have to maintain her annunciations. She, like the elf, could understand, but not speak well.
“I wasn’t hungry, just find your method fascinating.”
“Fro? Fryd ypuid ed ehdanacdc oui?”
“I guess it the athleticism an grace that goes into it. It actually looks fun. A lot more fun that our way.” she added with a laugh.
“E luimt daylr oui, ev oui mega.”
Kari’s eyes widened at that. “Oh lord no! That won’t be necessary.” There was nothing that would make her want to make such a dive; having this elf teach her was out of the question.
“Y crysa. Famm, E sicd ku yht bnabyna drec vecr du pa aydah. Pa famm.”
“Okay…well, I won’t keep you. Take care and I hope to see you around. Where do you live?”
“E meja eh dra Yhleahd Amjah Fuutc. Tu oui ku drana uvdah?”
“I travel to the Elven Woods on occasion. Maybe I will see you there sometime?”
“Banrybc. Famm, E sicd ku. Vynafamm.”
“Good bye!” Kari said to the elf. With a nod, the fair skinned, blonde haired elf disappeared.
What a nice person. Kari thought. I get the feeling we will see each other again…
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Not sure what the word limit is for posts here, so I'll put it up in segments. Well if you have any questions, comments, or complaints, lay them on me.

[bladetsukasa]

Interesting, most people have been posting these in the overall general section =x

What did you use for elven speak, I'm curious?

[KateeHellen]

Great story :eek::eek: especialy Elven part :)
I doubt if here is limit of "writing space"<maybe you should ask some of CLs about this ;)> so you may free write much much more.
If i may ask you a question, did you develop this "version" of Elvish?
Its sound really great, and i will wait to read forward :)

[bladetsukasa]

Theres a limit of 10k characters per post =x

[KateeHellen]

Theres a limit of 10k characters per post =x

Thats meanie :p

[Lythari]

Great story :eek::eek: especialy Elven part :)
I doubt if here is limit of "writing space"<maybe you should ask some of CLs about this ;)> so you may free write much much more.
If i may ask you a question, did you develop this "version" of Elvish?
Its sound really great, and i will wait to read forward :)

I didn't really 'create' the Elvish per se, but rather adopted a pre-existing 'language' and modified it to fit here. Simply put, it's a basic Enigma Cipher callibrated into a spoken language as opposed to written codes.

[KateeHellen]

I didn't really 'create' the Elvish per se, but rather adopted a pre-existing 'language' and modified it to fit here. Simply put, it's a basic Enigma Cipher callibrated into a spoken language as opposed to written codes.

Thank you for response and +rep for creativity :).
Please write more :o

[TNaismith]

Imaginative, engaging, as well as realistic and bringing a depth of amazing graphical images and events that make you look at Fiesta and the world your character is in a whole new way.

I look forward to reading more, if any more do come! ^_^

[Nerevar158]

*smiles*
*thumbs up*

[Lythari]

Thank you everyone. I will work on getting more, but I am a bit of a perfectionist...

And I am surprised at the reaction to the elf language. I expected someone to tell me they didn't like being left out of part of the dialogue.

[KateeHellen]

Well... of course i can speak only for myself but is easy figured out what is going on after read a response for question asked by Elf:).
And from other perspective...
I have chance to read couple novels regard Warcraft<and WoW> so i think why we should not put Fiesta "out" of electronic world and give her "depest" and more "realistic" perspective?
Anyway i will gladly read more parts of your story :)

[Lythari]

Well, I guess I'll update this. I'm still not entirely satisfied with it, but I'm a nitpicky perfectionist. Any comments are welcome.
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Once the defenders had reached Cyclone Hill, they took some time to get organized.
The fighter in charge of the defense, Dane, looked over the group. “Alright now: everyone form up! Three groups of Five!”
Everyone scurried into their formations. Kieran and Darren ended up in a group with an apprentice cleric, another fighter, and an archer. When everyone else had settled into groups, Dane ordered Gavynn, a skilled archer scout, to take a look at the enemy’s position.
“It’s about to begin.” Darren said with a little excitement. “Get ready.”
“I still don’t know what’s going on.” Kieran said.
“We’re about to kick some serious slime ***, that’s what’s going on. Just keep away from the big ones; they can get a little touchy.”
“The big ones? How big?”
“Big enough to turn you into an instant mage tortilla.”
“What?” Kieran asked, his face going white.

By this time, Gavynn had returned with news of the slime’s position. As it turned out, the slimes had recruited some help from the Honeyings, Boars, and Ratmen to help bolster their numbers.
After talking tactics a few minutes with his team, he gave the order to advance. They walked a few yards before the first enemies slowly came into view. He ordered all groups to halt, and waited one second for everyone to prepare themselves. The battlefield fell silent where only the wind could be heard. After a few tense minutes, Dane sounded the charge. “Alright everyone! Let’s send’em packin’!”

The fighter’s led the charge, forming a barrier in front of the mages, archers, and clerics. The slimes saw the group coming and moved to stop them. The ranged attackers, however, started their barrages on the creatures before they reached the fighters, and only a couple remained in the path; which the fighters made short work of. They pressed on to face the next wave of enemies: a group of brave honeyings. The fighter’s maintained their wall as best they could, but the canyon walls had widened, providing the honeyings a way around them. Most of the honeyings were forced into combat with the fighters as they pushed forward aggressively. With their shields up, the fighters took the blows from the creatures with more ease than anyone else would have. One of the honeys charged at Gavynn, but was stopped suddenly when an arrow stuck itself between the creature’s eyes. Kieran charged up a fireball and hurled it at one of the honeyings with enough force to get the creature’s full attention. As it made its way to him, he panicked and started hurling every spell he knew. Darren caught the scene out of the corner of his eye. He hauled off and launched his sword at Kieran’s assailant, catching the beast square in the back, killing it instantly. He trotted over and pulled his sword out of the fallen enemy.
“Everthin’ okay?” he said to the shaken mage.
Kieran nodded, unable to speak.
“Cool. Stay close to me. Anythin’ want to get to you, he’ll have to get through me first. Got it?”
“T-t-thanks.” The mage finally managed.
“Let’s go.” Darren said. “We’re fallin’ behind.”
The two hurried off to catch up with the group. By this time, they had made their way around to a gate leading up the hill and were finishing off two ratmen. The sounds of clubs pounding against shields resounded throughout the canyons as the fighters pressed the attack. The mages, save for particularly rattled one, kept up the heat and combined with the archers & fighters, made quick work of them. Magical seals placed on the gate broke when the last ratmen fell. The Roumen defenders headed up the hill and started to clear out the small area where the path forked. “My group go left, the rest go right!” Dane ordered. They split up, and started to work their way around the hill.
Kieran was still shaken, and was much more reluctant to attack. Darren, however, was just getting started. With shouts of excitement, he made quick work cutting enemies down as fast as he could reach them. Of course, the archers and mages helped some with their attacks, and the cleric was busy keeping the ‘idiot berserker’ alive. But none of that mattered to Darren and the others were glad he was with them instead of against them. He repeated the same tactic that had always worked for him before. Most fighters charged at the first enemies they encountered; Darren just charged. It worked out well, though as the enthusiastic fighter was keeping the enemies focused on him with his antics.
“Hey Kieran! Get a piece of the action!” Darren shouted from behind a crowd of silver slimes.
Come on! Get it together! Look at those other mages…they aren’t freezing up! Darren needs some help! He was scared to attack, but didn’t like the idea of leaving his friend to fend for himself. Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, he let fly with a magic missile. Immediately expecting to get mauled, he quickly ran to the safety of the other mages and archers. However, much to his delighted surprise, none of the slimes seemed to notice him. Still testing the waters, he then summoned an ice bolt and slung it at one of the slimes with a little more intensity, killing it. That alone did a lot for his confidence; for his fear slowly dissipated and before he knew it, he was slinging everything he knew at the enemies. With his power aiding the cause, it didn’t take long to finish off the last silver slimes. The group made their way around the hill, only to find Dane and his boys waiting for them. Gavynn was standing there, tapping his foot impatiently. “What kept you?” Dane asked with a smirk.
“We jus’ wanted to make ya look good” Darren was quick to reply.
Dane laughed. “I don’t need you for that. Everyone ready?”
“I think so.” Darren nodded.
Returning the nod, Dane led the charge through the second gate and headed straight into the slimes waiting for them.
“Nice to see you bounce back” Darren said upon seeing Kieran taking a more active role in the battle now. The fighter rushed off to fight the nearby Warrior Boars that were rushing to their ally’s rescue while the other fighters finished up the remaining slime soldiers. Kieran began spell spinning on the boars while Darren had them distracted and the other attackers pounded away at them. They started dropping one by one, until there were just a couple left. However, one of them broke off and headed for the mage while another ran towards an archer. He watched as the beast prepared to cut the poor girl in two, but the elf easily evaded the beast with a jump back and followed up with a clean shot to its head while in midair. He turned back to his boar and started to launch as many spells as he could, but the beast kept coming. Preparing for a harsh blow, he held up his staff in a defensive position. The boar reached its claws back to rake them across the mage’s body; but suddenly, Darren came out of nowhere. He launched himself into a flying shoulder barge and slammed into the boar will all of his strength. The monster was knocked to the ground, with Darren standing over it. “What now!” the fighter taunted the downed beast. “Yeah! That just happened!” With a shout, Darren drove his sword through the boar’s heart. “Come one, man!” he said, giving Kieran a hard pat on the shoulder. Darren then charged forward into another mass of enemies. The mage stared in disbelief at the bravado the fighter was demonstrating.

This guy’s completely crazy…
“Glad he’s on our side…”

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Deep within the confines of the Collapsed prison lay a great sleeping power waiting to be discovered. However, this was no ordinary power: for contained within a pale blue diamond lay the essence of Seymour, a mage who was said to be unrivaled even by the greatest enchanters and wizards in all Isya. Legend has it that if anyone found the diamond, they could release the immeasurable augury of the sorcerer. Some who have heard the legend took this to mean that his power would be used for good and the betterment of all civilization. However, those who knew him and the very one who sealed him away into the gem, Master Enchanter Wishis, knew that he was a servant only to his own designs. Releasing Seymour into the world would bring about an age of chaos and destruction. The legend is old, though; and as legends grow old, people forget their meaning and significance…

[TNaismith]

That was amazing. You brought the in-game action of a KQ, and especially one we all know of from the beginning stages of playing, into an action-packed story, complete with moves and descriptive words describing actions that happen in the real game. You blended that really well into a thrilling adventure, and realistic too.

Pleasure to read, characters are developing an outstanding personality one can really get attached to!

^_^ Keep the good work up!

[DeathBringer01]

I very much liked your story and would like to point out a typo. In the paragraph that starts with the name Aerowyn, when you get to the part that is supposed to say face to face,it actually says fact to face. I really enjoyed this though and the elven language was a cool part. Hope you continue adding more :D.

[Lythari]

That was amazing. You brought the in-game action of a KQ, and especially one we all know of from the beginning stages of playing, into an action-packed story, complete with moves and descriptive words describing actions that happen in the real game. You blended that really well into a thrilling adventure, and realistic too.

Pleasure to read, characters are developing an outstanding personality one can really get attached to!

^_^ Keep the good work up!

Grazi. I do not do well with battle scenes. I actally do better with puzzles and riddles and cryptic dungeons.

I very much liked your story and would like to point out a typo. In the paragraph that starts with the name Aerowyn, when you get to the part that is supposed to say face to face,it actually says fact to face. I really enjoyed this though and the elven language was a cool part. Hope you continue adding more :D.

Edited and thank you. That did seem odd...

[Takimi]

^^ Taki likes... I agrre with tsukasa though, I wish you had posted it in general...

But anyways, I saw it, I read it and I like it... ;D

[Lythari]

Kari returned to Elderine, and quickly noticed a guild war had broken out. People were chasing each other through the streets. A warrior came crashing through a second story window and landed on his back with a hard, jarring thud. As the cleric carefully picked her way through the madness of flying arrows and swinging swords, she couldn’t help but notice the large crowd that had come to see the display. They cheered, laughed, and some of the clerics even gave the brawlers a little help from time to time just to make it even more interesting. However, not everyone had stopped to enjoy the spectacle: some were standing defensively about the non participants in an attempt to protect them from any stray blows or misguided arrows and spells. Standing before the person Kari was here to meet with, Paladin Master Keast, was a young fighter aggressively brandishing a mighty halberd. Every now and then, a stunned or dazed guildie would be sent careening towards the Paladin Master, only to be redirected with a forceful shove from the young woman. A few seconds later, an arrow flew towards them only to bounce off of the broad side of the axe: the fighter was quick to intercept the projectile.

After a few minutes, Kari made her way up to Shutian: the Captain of the Guard. “Captain!” she protested, “You must do something!”

“Nonsense!” Shutian replied. “It’s a good show if you ask me!”

“But they’re destroying the town!”

“Bah…nothing we haven’t seen before. This won’t take long to rebuild.”

“But…”

“Relax. It’s just a friendly competition of strength; not an actual fight.” He said, smiling

“Um…okay.” Kari said reluctantly, the image of the fighter flying through the window still fresh in her mind. Some ‘friendly' competition…

Still watching the chaos in the streets, she walked over towards the Paladin Master; only to stop suddenly when she walked into the wall that was Keast's defender. She bounced off of the young woman, and quickly snapped her head around and looked at her. The woman was fairly young; about twenty-two by Kari’s guess. She wasn’t burly by any means, but rather had a light muscular frame; though she seemed to be solid enough when Kari walked into her. She had a long bronze ponytail that reached halfway down her muscular back. She wasn’t big, either, being only about five-foot eight, and had cream colored skin. Her ice blue eyes watched Kari for a minute until Keast placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Peace, friend. This one is no threat.”

With a nod, she loosened her grip on her halberd and stepped aside to allow Kari past.

Kari stepped closer to her master. “I wanted to know if there were any errands you had for me.”

“Well,” Keast said as her guardian slapped away a magic missile with her halberd, “Let’s see here…I already have someone retrieving some bows for the guards…”

Kari watched with amusement as Keast thought about any errands. All the while, the fighter was dealing with any outside threats fairly well. A tall man with bulging muscles came stumbling towards Keast, but was quickly stopped when the fighter slammed into him with a mighty shoulder barge, knocking him back down the steps he was coming up. “Myzen said something about needing cave potions…” the Paladin continued as a mage tried to run past to escape another pursuing mage, only to be grabbed by the collar of his tunic and slung back into the fray. “Healer Avon has some supplies for Sand Hill, but I think someone is already seeing to that…” she said as the fighter shoved one of the guilds’ clerics aside with more tenderness than she had shown the others, yet still forcefully. Another fighter armed with a heavy two-handed sword came charging at an archer, who quickly stepped aside. The fighter wasn’t expecting this move, and continued on his course towards the Paladin Master; bringing his sword down as he approached. Kari watched in amused shock as the fighter caught the sword with the shaft of her axe, booted him hard in the groin, and sent him on his way. She tried hard to stifle a laugh, but couldn’t help but crack up at how well the fighter was keeping the craziness a safe distance away.

“Aha!” Keast said. “I sent some Templers to Uruga earlier today. They should have made it back a few hours ago, but I have neither seen nor heard of them. Would you mind going to see about them?”

“Certainly” Kari said, still holding back a laugh.

The Paladin Master then turned to the fighter. “Nephenee, would you mind accompanying Kari to Uruga? I would feel more comfortable knowing you were with her, considering how impeccably you have defended me.”

“But Master Keast, who’ll keep’n eye on you?”

“I believe that Warrior Master Marty and Guard Captain Shutian are up for the task; though I’m not as helpless as I look” she replied with a wink and a smile. “I’ll be fine.”

“You shir?” the fighter asked with genuine concern.

“Most certainly. Now go; I do worry about the Templers. If they are in trouble, it may take both of you to rescue them.”

“Alright.” Neph said. She turned to Kari. “I’ll meet you by thuh Collaps’d Prisin gate. Got sum stuff to do rill kwick.”

Kari nodded at the fighter, and Nephenee turned and walked off to see to her business knocking and shoving the warring guild members out of her way as she went.

“You’re in good hands, Kari” the Paladin master said. “That is one tough young lady.”

“So I see.” Kari said, watching her go.
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[Lythari]

The three teams defending against King Slime’s forces had finally made their way to the final gate. It was time to deal with the King himself. Dane called everyone to attention to hear his plan.
“Alright guys, here’s the deal: I’ll keep the big guy busy while the mages do their thing. Darren, I want you and the archers to focus on keeping any slimes the king may have with him at bay. Two clerics focus on me, and Darren, have your cleric keep you alive. We haven’t lost anyone yet, and I don’t want that to change. Let’s wrap this thing up and head home. Everyone ready?”

Everyone voiced their eagerness to see the battle end. Since the majority of the defenders were still rookies in their trade, many were already exhausted from the fight. Kieran was doing well enough, despite never having used his magic this much before. He was actually surprised and a little proud of how well he handled his first real battle. He braced himself for the final clash between the slimes and the defenders: it all came down to this.

The groups marched up to the hilltop to confront the enemy king. “King Slime!” Dane said. “It’s over King Slime! You are beaten! Leave now, and I may pretend I never saw you!”

“That’s most generous of you!” the green blob shouted back. “But I’m afraid that it is you who is in need of my generocity!”

“I’m warning you! This is your last chance! Leave or die!”

“You who would affront the sacred slime: My curse shall be with you forever!”

When he was convinced that everyone was ready, Dane led the final charge against the Slime King himself. All of the fighters save for Darren ran towards the massive green blob that was known as King Slime. Dane ran at him and thrust his sword deep into the slime, getting his full attention. After making sure the slime was focused on Dane, the mages followed up his attack with their own spells. Kieren let fly with magic missiles, fireballs, ice bolts, and lightning over and over, while the archers fired off poisoned arrows and special arrows that caused internal bleeding. The two clerics worked on keeping Dane alive, while the third waited for Darren to spring into action. After a few minutes, the king summoned four soldiers.

“Slimes! Destroy them with my power!”

The four slimes formed up and headed for one of the clerics supporting Dane. Darren was there in no time, however, and made sure he got their full attention.

“Over here, ya pot lickin’ gunk stains!” he said as he rushed forward and thrust his sword deep into one of the slimes. The slime, quick to anger, quickly turned to silence the arrogant warrior which was just what Darren wanted.

While Darren kept the slime soldiers busy, the leader and other fighters were working hard on cutting down the king. When they all had closed in, the slime launched himself high into the air and came crashing down with tremendous force; forcing all of the fighters back save for one who as knocked unconscious from the impact. Dane quickly picked himself up off of the ground and jumped right back into action against the king. His sword cut deeply into the blob, and slimy green blood oozed out of the gash. The king countered with a hard tackle, and even with his shield up, Dane was slammed into the ground. The King then jumped up to crush the young fighter, but he rolled out of harm’s way in time to miss being crushed under the king’s great mass. All the while, more and more slime soldiers spawned around their king and began to chase after clerics and mages. Darren was quick to get in their path. He flashed them a sly grin and gave them a wink. “What’s the matter? Scared?”

He then kicked at the slimes mockingly, baiting them to come after him. The white blob started towards Darren, and the other slimes quickly followed. Gavynn took out two of the four slimes with clean headshots, while the berserk fighter charged at the queen; she had joined the King in the battle. Expecting him to run straight at her, she made a hard tackle at him. Darren quickly dove into a rolling dodge, then launched himself up into the air and drove his sword deep into the pink slime. The move seemed to hurt, but also aggravate her to no end; because she took off bucking and pitching down the hill, Darren clinging to his sword for dear life. As he hung on throughout the thrashing, one thought crossed his mind:AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

Meanwhile, Dane focused his efforts on bringing down the beleaguered King. However, the fight had taken its toll on him as well, and his movements were becoming sluggish and labored. The mages unleashed all their spells on the beast in an attempt to finish it off, but it just refused to die. Kieran had just finished casting a chain of spells, which hit their mark and made an impact on the King Slime. Quickly shifting his focus from Dane, the slime turned and headed for the mage. Seeing the monster bounding towards him, Kieran’s eyes widened. Not again!

Retreating a few steps, he started to charge up a fireball. At this point, everything seemed to slow to a crawl. With Darren gone, Kieran knew he was dead if he didn’t land this hit. He could see Dane running after the King, trying to recapture its attention; but he wouldn’t be fast enough. With all the power he could summon, Kieran ****ed back with his hand and aimed for the monster.

“To the gates of Hell with you, Demon!”

And with that, he let fly with the greatest fireball he had ever conjured. The glowing orange orb flew through the air, releasing waves of heat and embers in its wake. The King slime never slowed or diverted from its course; either because it didn’t see the spell in time, or didn’t consider it a threat. The miniature meteor slammed into the King with the force of a thousand war hammers and the sound of thunder. With a look of pure trepidation, the hulking green mass was thrown back several feet. It let out a cough; and with a wheezy voice, uttered: “Impossible.”
With one last breath, the Slime King fell motionless.

While Darren was…’busy’ with the queen, Gavynn had taken it upon himself to keep the last Prince slime under control. He easily kept pace with the sluggish creature, and was always a good leap away from it. After peppering it with arrows, the beast still wouldn’t give up though. But Gavynn, like all elven archers and hunters, was a patient person and could outlast the creature far better than it could outlast him. He had sunk about two poisoned arrows and one ‘bleeding’ arrow into the beast, and the results were starting to show. He quickly aimed an arrow at the Prince’s forehead and let fly. After launching the projectile he ran at the slime, leaping into the air part way. The arrow hit its mark, only for the quick elf to drive it deep into the beast with his foot. After kicking the arrow deep into the beast’s head, the white mass of slime and arrows fell to the ground, dead; only the arrow’s nock protruding from its forehead. Just as everyone started to breathe easier, a rhythmic pounding in the ground and a sudden frenzied cry reminded them that one enemy remained: the Queen.

As she smashed through the wall surrounding the hilltop, Darren yelled; “Incoming! Look out! Get outta the way!!!”

Mages, archers, and clerics scattered like frightened chickens as the crazed slime tore through the area with reckless abaddon. Kieran quickly readied another fireball, and threw it as hard as he could; having already been slightly exhausted from the earlier one. The pink slime came to a sudden and definite stop, but Darren didn’t. The force of the blast launched him a good twenty feet through the air, and he landed in a crumpled heap on the ground. Kieran gasped in horror, fearing he may have killed the fighter too, and rushed to see if he was okay; as did the clerics and other defenders.

“Darren?”

“I’m okay: my face broke the fall.” He said, giving the team a thumbs up. He picked himself up off the ground, his face caked with dirt. After he wiped it off, he looked at the mage.

“Whooohooohoohooo! That was awesome!”

Kieran stared at him in surprise, not entirely convinced the young man was fully stable.

Breathing hard, covered in blood, dirt, and sweat, and looking a bit battered, Dane gave the two a nod. “Well done. It looks like Roumen will live to fight another day. Let’s head home and celebrate.” There was not a single soul, even Kieran, that didn’t cheer at that.
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[Lythari]

Kari waited patiently at the gate to the Collapsed Prison and the road to Uruga. The action in the streets seemed to settle some as many of the combatants began to tire. Now, only the stronger members of the guilds, mostly administrators and the guild masters, continued the street brawl. After a few minutes, Nephenee finally arrived at the gate, brandishing a new viking axe in place of her halberd. “Did you finish with everything?”

“Yep. I was gonna have my halberd work’d on, but figgered it would be better ta just git a new’un.”

“How long have you had it?”

“Oh gosh, let’s see…a long time? Smith Karls sed uh Vikin’ axe’d be a good choice. He sed I could trade it back if it di’nt werk out.”

“Okay. Are you ready?”

“Shir am.” Nephenee said shouldering a large pack Kari hadn’t noticed.

“What is that?”

Nephenee shrugged. “Stuff I figgered we’d need fer thuh trip.”

“And where do you think we are going? To the depths of the Flaming Mine?”

“Well, I dunno. I herd sumthin’ ‘bout going to Yerooguh, but I wuh’nt rilly payin’ attenchin. Figgered it wouldn’t hurt tuh bring sum stuff in case we gotta ruff it.”

I’m entrusting my life to this? Kari thought. She seems to have taken a few too many blows to the head.



“Well, I guess we should get going.”

“Roger roger.” Neph said, going through the gate first. Kari shortly followed, preparing for a long journey. Longer than usual.

The two emerged from the walled city and started down the path. At first neither spoke, which was fine with Nephenee but made Kari uncomfortable. Nephenee was accustomed to the silence of the trail. Kari, however, having been raised around people, found silences to be awkward and a sign of either distrust or discomfort. After a few minutes, Kari couldn’t take it any longer.

“So, umm…where are you from?” Kari asked, breaking the silence.

“Heck, it’s a loooonnng ways away.”

“What brings you to this part of Isya?”

“Jus’ passin’ through. Then that fight broke out ‘n I saw that ol’ lady…”

“Paladin Master Keast” Kari corrected.

“Yeah, that lady.” Nephenee continued, “She looked like she needed sum help, so I kep’n eye onner ta make shir she was okay.”

“That was very kind of you.”

“Nonsince. It weren’t nothin’.”

“I must thank you for coming with. I’m sure you had other things to do.”

“Shoot no! Where I come from, bein’ a guard to uh clairk is a big job ‘n high onner. It’s my pleasure.”

“Really?” Kari asked

“Shir.” Nephenee said with a smile. “Ain’t it fer everwun ‘round here?”

“Well, I guess for some it is. For others, it’s more out of personal need than it is a desire to help.”

“That’s a shame” Nephenee said.

“What drew you to become a fighter?”

“I dunno. Couldn’ think’a anythin’ else to do. You?”

“Well, I like helping people. This is the best way I could think of.”

“Kewl.”

“So, are you any good with that?” Kari asked, nodding towards the axe. The question was more just to keep the conversation going: the girl's fighting prowess was still fresh in the cleric’s mind.

“Well, I kin hold my own, I figger.”

“Does that get heavy after a while?”

“Heck no! Here, see fer yerself.” Nephenee said tossing the axe at the cleric. Kari quickly caught it, but almost dropped it and took a step back to keep her balance. “Ugh!”

With a slight groan, Kari heaved the massive axe up and propped it up on her shoulder. “So I see.” she grunted, trying her hardest to smile. “You can have it back, now.”


Nephenee reached over with her right hand and took the axe from the struggling cleric and gave her a pat on the cheek with her left. “Yer funny.” Neph said with a laugh.

“Well, I try…” Kari said, rubbing her neck. I'm doomed.



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Well, here is the next part. Sorry for taking so long, but real life gave me a good slap upside the head not too long ago. More to come, and hopefully sooner.

It may seem that I'm ripping Nephenee from Fire Emblem, but I'm actually using the name because it is the name of my fighter. As for the accent, well, I talk kind of like that IRL (I'm from Texas); so I decided to dramatize it and poke a little fun at myself. XD

[w1ndsinger]

"A tall man with bulging muscles came stumbling towards Keast, but was quickly stopped when the fighter slammed into him with a mighty shoulder barge, knocking him back down the steps hey was coming up." (Hey instead of He)

Other than that, I didn't see anything else that wasn't a purposeful typo. ^^
A good long addition, with quests and Kingdom quest well played out.

[Lythari]

"A tall man with bulging muscles came stumbling towards Keast, but was quickly stopped when the fighter slammed into him with a mighty shoulder barge, knocking him back down the steps hey was coming up." (Hey instead of He)

Other than that, I didn't see anything else that wasn't a purposeful typo. ^^
A good long addition, with quests and Kingdom quest well played out.

Edited, and thanks

[kalone]

How did I get drug into this?

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Drug. haha.

[Serric]

Stupid slimes... when will they learn?

Great story - looking for more... +rep for you!

[Lythari]

Aerowynn had made the long trip back to her home. After gutting the fish and smoking them, she placed them in the small food den she had made in her tree house. The tree that made up her home was fairly large, and had taken a year’s worth of carving to hollow out into a respectable living space. Even longer had taken the finishing touches: the Celtic knots carved into the walls, the stairs she had cut out that lead to the second floor, the windows, the food storage, the small hearth cut into the wall on the second floor…all had been done with patience, a eye for creativity, and her kukri knife.

The ground floor was not overly complicated: just a round room of buckskin colored wood. The floor was lined with the tree’s rings, and only had sparse furnishings: a small round table, a few cushioned mats, and a wooden pillar that was used to hold a torch. On the walls were hooks to hold her bow, quiver, two canteens, and various other accessories she carried on her travels. One the right side of the house, where the wall joined the floor was a small wooden chair of sorts carved out of the wall. Up the spiraling staircase that was also built out of the wall was the second story of her home, and where she spent most of her time. A small cot made of wood and animal leather sat in the middle of the room. To the left was a door sized opening with an animal hide covering it. On the far back wall was the hearth she had made. It had taken her a month to complete the stone lining of the fireplace, slowly chipping away at a small boulder until it took the shape of the hearth and fit in. It’s small semicircular shape was large enough to keep the room warm, but not to cook with, so she also had a small fire pit outside. The opening lead to a large, thick branch that served as a balcony of sorts. Hanging between it and another sturdy branch was a rope hammock that also served as her bed; more often than the cot when weather allowed.

Next to her tree house was a small, clear pond. After taking care of the fish, she took a dip in it to wash the fish smell off of her body and out of her clothes & hair. While her regular clothes dried, she put on a long green tunic and fastened a belt with her knife around her waist. Confident that she had taken care of all business today, she found a small grassy hill next to her pond with the sun shining down on it. She lay in the sun to finish drying, and slowly drifted off to sleep in the warm light.
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The people who had defended Roumen from it’s gravest opponent were in the middle of a great celebration. Everybody stopped by the town chief to pick up their rewards for temporarily serving in the volunteer militia, then headed down to the local tavern to spin their tales over a foaming mug.

“Come on, Kieran! Have a drink with me!” Darren said with more than a little alcohol on his breath.
Kieran stifled a cough, and blinked the water out of his eyes. “No thank you. Mages aren’t in the habit of drinking.”

“Why not?” Darren asked.

“Well, our powers require concentration.”

“And?”

“That means we don’t drink anything except the occasional glass of whine.”

“Yer loss.” The fighter said, before pouring the contents of his mug down his throat. After downing the entire pint in a single drink, he wiped his mouth. “That’s some good stuff, I don’ care who ya are.”
He set the mug down on a nearby table. “Whadja get?”

“Some potions, elrue, and a new light staff. And yourself?”

A grin formed on the fighter’s face. “Oh I got somethin’. Somethin’ real nice.”

“What would that be?” Kieran asked, getting nervous at the fighter’s grin.

“Two one-way tickets to the coolest place on Isya!” he said reaching into a pocket. “Behold: two Uruga scrolls!”

Kieran lifted a confused brow at Darren “How did you get those?”

“Because I’m awesome; that’s how. I got two an’ plan on usin'em. You wanna come?”

The mage’s eyes widened. “To Uruga? With you? Now?”

“Why not?"

“Because it’s very dangerous there. Because there are powerful monsters around there. Because we may not be able to get back…there are hundreds of reasons why not!”

“That’s the adventure and excitement of the whole thing. Do you think all the great mages become great ‘cuz they play it safe? Well, I know the great fighters don’t.”

“But…”

“And you do want to be a great mage, right?”

“Yeah, but…”

“And there are great mages in Uruga, right?”

Kieran let out a sigh of defeat. He would have better luck arguing with a drunken sailor. “Sure” he said flatly.

“Then what are we waiting for?! Let’s go!”

Kieran knew this was going to be a mistake, but nodded.

[AryannaMage]

Would give you some +rep but cant I already did for another thread. T_T

[kalone]

Suspense DDD:

[Lythari]

As Nephenee and Kari made their way through the Collapsed Prison, things had gotten quiet. The entire time, Kari could feel an ominous presence eminating deep from within the grounds. Nephenee could tell something was wrong. “What’s eatin’ ya?” “Something is…wrong here.” “Eh?” “Something doesn’t feel right. I can’t put my finger on it. It just feels very…cold.” “Maybe it’s tha win’?” “No, this is a feeling on the inside.” Suddenly, movement caught Nephenee’s eye. She spun around just in time to see a mage come trotting up to them. The mage stopped when she Nephenee turned to face her. “Could I ask you guys something?” she said. “What is it?” Kari asked, turning to face the mage. “Have you guy seen a map of some kind around here?” “Naw…can’t say I have.” Nephenee said. “Nor have I.” Kari seconded. “Well, I’m looking for a very precious treasure, and was brought here seeking a map to its location. My search has brought me here, and it is critical that I find it.” “What kinda treshure?” Neph asked. “Well I don’t want to go into details…” the mage said. It didn’t seem like she wanted to give them too much info. “But it’s very precious and important that I find it. I’ve been searching for it my entire life! Will you guys help me look for it?” “I’m afraid we cannot at this time. We have business elsewhere.” “But you have to help me! I’ll never find it on my own! Not here!” “Well, we may be able ta come back later ‘n help, but we’re needed elsewhere’s right now.” Nephenee said. “Oh I’ll never find that blue daimond!” the mage lamented. “We don’t mind helping.” Kari said. “We just can’t help now.” “But I need you now!” “Look, as soon as we finish our errands in Uruga we’ll be happy to help.” Kari tried to comfort the mage. Suddenly, the mage’s voice turned very cold. “Fine. If that’s the way you want to be, go. I swear, though, that you will regret every crossing the great Elvirae. You, your friend, and all the world.” With a flash, the one known as Elvirae disappeared. “That was weird.” Nephenee said. “Reckon we oughta be goin’.” -----

“Can you believe it?” Daren said. “We’re in Uruga! The Uruga!” “And?” “I’ve been waiting to come here for a looong time! This is where everything happens!” Kieran ****ed an eyebrow at the fighter. He was beside himself with excitement. “Hey! Let’s take a look around! Wanna head out into the woods and see where your ancestors came from?” “Well, I don’t know…” “Come on! We may even see your parents!” “My parents are dead. I was adopted and raised by humans since I was three.” “Ouch. How long ago was that?” “About fifty years ago.” “Well,” Daren said, changing the subject, “This is your chance to learn about your culture and heritage!” Seeing that there was no way of talking the fighter out of it, and also that Kieran didn’t have any Elderine or Roumen scrolls, he conceded with a sigh. “Very well; let’s go.” “Awesome!” The two set off to the gate that lead out to the fields surrounding the city. Just as they left, a cleric and fighter entered from the gate leading to the road from the collapsed prison. “Okay.” Kari said. “Where to start?” “Well, we kin always just ask ‘round.” “That would take a while.” “Well, ‘f you were comin’ here as a templer, where’d you go first?” “I reckon…ahem. That is to say, I would most likely first check in with the local hospital to see if there was anyone in need of prayer.” “Well, wanna go see?” “I don’t think they would still be there.” Suddenly, a cloaked figure slowly made his way within earshot of the two. Nephenee and Kari quickly noticed him. “Hey you! Whuts th’ deal here? Whuddya want?” The figure stopped. “Oh, excuse me. I couldn’t help but hear that you were looking for someone. They wouldn’t happen to be Templers, would they?” “Perhaps” Kari said, cautiously. “Last I saw,” the figure continued “They were being taken into the woods by some…less than charismatic figures. I suggest you hurry if you want to catch them.” “Your assistance is appreciated.” Kari said, but quickly thought of something. “Approximately where in the woods were they headed?” “They were talking about a clearing near the southwest corner. I can’t tell you any more than that.” “Let’s go.” She said to Nephenee. The fighter nodded in agreement and the two set off. -----

[Lythari]

“We’re lost.” Kieran said. “We aren’t lost! I just don’t know my way around here.” “Between those bandits outside of Uruga and the various predators around here, it’s a wonder if I’ll make it back to Elderine alive.” “Don’t talk that way! You seemed to do good in runnin’ for yer life.” Kieran bit back a retort, and noticed something laying on a small knoll near a pond. “What is that?” Darren followed his gaze and squinted to make it out. “Looks like an elf. I wonder if she is okay?” “The fighter trotted over to the small hill to check on the figure. “Wait!” Kieran said before taking off after him. The two came to a stop about two feet away from the elf. Darren leaned forward slightly and looked at her. “Ya think somethin’s wrong with her?” “I think she is sleeping.” “Don’t be silly! Elves don’t sleep in the middle of nowhere! Poke her with your staff.” Kieran blinked. “What?” “Giv’er a poke with your staff!” The mage stared at him with confusion. “Why?” “To see if she is okay, of course! She could be injured! Or poisoned!” “Or asleep.” “If you’re not going to check to see if she is okay, then I will.” Kieran sighed. “Look, she isn’t wearing any field gear. There are no injuries on her. She looks like she is sleeping to me.” “But you don’t know that! Someone needs to check on her.” “No, we don’t. We need to leave her be.” “When someone is just lying on the ground, I check to see if they are okay…” the fighter said, putting a boot on the elf’s shoulder, “…and I would expect the same from you!” With a hard shove, the elf went rolling down the hill towards the water while Darren and Kieran watched in horror.
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Please forgive the double post: I couldn't fit everything I wanted to in teh first one. Sorry for taking so long to update. I have recently undergone an extensive neuropsychological evaluation (despite never having a brain injury, which makes little sense), and the doctor
suspects that I may have Bipolar II (depression) disorder (despite already being diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome). Now I get to have further testing with a psychiatrist...
Well, enough of my personal issues. I hope you enjoy this as much as I have enjoyed writing it.
\\//_ Live long, and peace out _\\//

[englishman18]

Awesome Story! make more

[darkpaper]

Im hooked.I NEED MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Lythari]

Aerowynn was suddenly awaked by a splash and the feeling of cold water rushing over her. She quickly got up on hands and knees, coughing and sputtering. After catching her breath again, she parted the curtain in front of her eyes that was her wet hair and looked at two individuals with a distinct look of horrified shock on their faces.
“Fru tet dryd?!”
Darren shot a glance over to Kieran. “What’d she say?” “I…I don’t know.”
“Frerl uv oui bicrat sa?!”
“Whaddya mean you don’t know?”
“My birth parents died when I was young and I was raised by humans. I never learned Elvish!”
“Are you serious?!”
It seemed that the elf girl was getting tired of asking who the guilty party was, and decided a more physical form of motivation may encourage a response. In a quick blur of motion, she shot forward, grabbed Darren by the throat, lifted him off the ground, and asked in a more serious, steely tone.
“Fru nummat sa ehdu dra fydan, yht fro tet oui tu dryd?”
Darren made some choking sounds, and managed to groan out; “Geez…she’s gotta grip…” Kieran, not knowing what to do, started to panic. “Someone! Anyone! HELP! My friend’s being strangled!” Not hearing any immediate response, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Muttering an incantation, a fireball formed in his free hand. With all of his might, the mage hurled the smoldering projectile at the elf; hoping for a similar effect to that of the Queen Slime. However, the elf was far more lithe than the pink blob, and effortlessly evaded the attack; not even releasing her grip on the fighter, whose head was starting to resemble an overgrown cherry. The elf sprang up onto a tree limb and let the fighter drop to the ground, before launching herself from the elevated vantage point directly at the mage. Kieran closed his eyes and shrank back in expectation of the attack. But before the elf could make contact with him, something shoved him aside. He opened his eyes to see a fighter wielding an fierce looking axe. Aerowynn quickly tried to divert her attack, but had already passed the point of no return and when plowing into the solid human female who had already taken up a defensive stance. The elf bounced off of the armored bulwark that was the warrior woman and hit the ground dazed. Giving her head a shake, Aerowynn regained her composure and stood up.
“Byntuh sa.”
A cleric quickly came trotting over, slightly out of breath. “What’s…going on…here?”
“I dunno” the fighter said. “I jus’ saw this elf ‘bout tah thrash that mage over there ‘n decided tah push’im outta th’way. He ain’t lookin’ too stout by my figgerin’.”
The cleric looked at the elf, and quickly recognized her as the elf from the Forest of Mist. “What happened here?”
“E fyc hybbehk eh dra cih yht tnoehk uvv frah drao bicrat sa ehdu dra fydan.”
“Why did they do that?”
“E tuh'd ghuf!”
“Well, you stay here and I’ll go find out.” The fighter turned to the elf.
“You alraight?” Aerowynn nodded.
"E's veha.”
“Sorry if I bump’d ya a lil’ hard.” The fighter said, assuming the nod meant ‘yes’.
The elf guessed that the fighter couldn’t understand her. “Is…fine?”
“It’s fine?” Nephenee asked.
“Is fine.”
Meanwhile, Kari walked over to the mage who was still recovering from the shock. “Are you okay?”
Kieran looked up to the pleasant face of a cleric.“Y-yeah. Just a little s-s-shaken.”
“That’s understandable. You have been through a lot from someone at your level of experience.”
He looked back down. “Is it that easy to see?”
“It’s okay. We all have to start somewhere.” She offered the mage a hand up, but he pushed himself up and mustered a smile. Kari turned to look at the fighter, who still lay motionless.
“Let’s check on your friend here.” Together, they walked over to Darren. Kari knelt before him and checked his pulse. “Hm. It would seem that your friend is dead.”
Kieran’s heart sank. “What!? No!”
“It’s okay.” Kari comforted. She stood back up, closed her eyes, and started muttering. After a few minutes, a light shone down from the sky and the fighter took a deep breath of air. Astonished by this, Kieran looked at the cleric. “What magic was that?”
“No magic.” Kari replied, kneeling again and placing a glowing white hand on Darren’s chest. “It was the Prayer of Resurrection. By the blessing and grace of Teva, your friend lives again.”
The fighter sat up, and placed a hand on his forehead. “Ugh. What happened...”
Kari, glad to see he was seemingly unharmed, smiled. “You died.”
“Bummer.” The fighter replied. He picked himself up off the ground, and the three of them walked back to the others. After everyone was in a group Kari looked at the elf, then at the fighter, and back at the elf again. “Now, can anyone explain what happened here?
“Drao bicrat sa ehdu dra buht.”
Kari turned to the fighter and mage. “Is that true? Did you push her into the lake?”
“Well, yeah…sorta.” Darren said, his gaze drifting towards the ground and shuffling uncomfortably.
“Either it is, or it isn’t.” With a sigh, he nodded.
“Yeah…”
“Why?”
“Well, cuz we thought she was dead. We wanted to see if she was okay.”
Nephenee raised a confused eyebrow. “So ya rolled’er into a lake ‘n tried to drown’er?”
Kari shot Neph a glare that said ‘you’re not helping’ before turning back to the other two.
“Couldn’t you have just nudged her?”
“Well,” Kieran interjected. “Darren suggested I do that, but I refused. We then got into an argument over it, and he ended up shoving her a little too hard. It was all just a big accident.”
Kari then turned to the elf. “Why didn’t you just ask them why they did it?”
“E tet! Drao fuimt hud yhcfan.”
Kari then turned back to the fighter. “Why didn’t you answer her when she asked why you did that?”

[Lythari]

“Cuz we didn’t know what she was sayin’. She was ramblin’ off in some elf gibberish ‘n neither a’us could tell what she’s talkin’ ‘bout.”

Letting out a sigh, Kari thought a minute. “What it seems like we have here is a failure to communicate.” She looked at the elf. “They weren’t trying to drown you.” She then looked at the fighters. “She apparently wasn’t dead or in need of any assistance.”
“Yer tellin’ me.”Darren said, rubbing his throat.
“Since I think we all see this was a total misunderstanding, I want you all to shake hands and make apologies.”
The fighter, mage, and elf looked at her as if to say ‘do we have to?’ “NOW!”
Nephenee, who seemed to be in a state of dazed boredom, jumped at the sharp tone of Kari’s voice. “Yeesh. Ya think ya yell’d loud ‘nuff?”
Finally, Aerowynn stepped forward and offered a hand to the fighter. Darren cautiously took the hand. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
“You are…accepted? My…sorry for…you…die.” Kieran then walked up and offered his hand as the two released their grip. He then smiled and said one of the few Elvish words he knew. “Cunno”
“Oui yna vunkejah.” Aerrowynn replied. “Vunkeja so sectaat”
“Well, everwun okay now?” Nephenee asked.
“I think so.” Kari said.
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Just an author's note: I won't be staying true to the game with this. Some non Fiesta things will be making an appearance. If you are a real stickler for what's Fiesta canon, you might want to ease out of this while you still remember it pleasantly. ^^'

[Nimiae]

MOAR MOAR MOAR

[Lythari]

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In a land beyond the Great Western Sea, a lone elf sat in deep concentration; high atop the peaks of harsh, unforgiving mountains. He could sense the rising power in the far off land of Isya. As he had suspected, the legend had died; and the lure of such might had quickly corrupted the hearts of a few weak minded individuals. They sought the gem, and very well may find it. The magic seals guarding the prism prison, were not indefinite and could be broken with the right technique. Fortunately, he had already sent his two disciples to the distant land. They would know what to do should the worst happen. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “So…it has begun.” -----

The newly formed group made their way through the woods, Aerowynn scouting ahead and looking for traces of the Templers. With the newcomers, and elfin senses guiding their way, they made excellent time, and the journey seemed easier. Darren kept everyone entertained with various stories of personal accomplishment that even a fool could tell were fabricated or elaborated. As the group closed in on their target, the sun had already dipped below the horizon, and Isya’s silvery moon began to rise. The decision was made to make camp and finish the pursuit tomorrow, as Aerowynn had closed in on the captors and did not believe them to be an immediate threat. The Templers seemed unharmed, but shaken; nothing more. With a slam, Nephenee dropped the heavy pack she had been carrying and dropped to a reclining position on the ground. “Phew!. Y’all don’ mind’f I take a break fer a minute?”
“Not at all. You’ve carried that for quite a ways.” Kari replied.
“What’s in there?” Kieran asked.
“Basic ‘on the road’ stuff.” Nephenee replied.
“What’s there to eat?” Darren asked. “I dunno.” Everyone circled up, and Kieran started a fire in the middle of the group. For a minute, everyone watched the flames dancing, but Darren broke the silence while chewing on some bread he found in the pack. “You guys wanna hear the story about how I…”
“That’s okay.” Kieran quickly interjected, and no one complained. “You’re eating right now. Does anyone else have a story?”
“My human tongue….is bad.” Aerowynn said.
“Well, I could tell ya ‘bout the Teenage Magic Kung Fu Chickens.” Darren said. Everyone turned and stared at him. “Or not…”
“Well,” Kari said, flicking her long aqua hair back, “there was one story I came across when studying Elven culture. Has anyone here ever heard of the Moon Sisters?”
No one seemed to have.
“Well one time, there were these two sisters: Sable Moon, and Ashen Moon. Sable, as her name suggests, was born on the night of a dark, new moon. Ashen, however, was born under a bright full moon. True to her dark roots, Sable became a creature of the night; following the path of darkness until she found a trade that matched her black heart: an assassin. Ashen, however, followed a path of illumination and purity; much like the pale light that the full moon brings. She followed the path of light until becoming a disciple of justice and morality. While the two sisters were very different, these differences never came between them save for once. There was only one thing that could part them.”
“What was that?” Kieran asked.
“Love.”
“Love?”
“Yes. Particularly the love of an honorable pirate and theif. Ashen Moon, a follower of good, found romance with a man who sought to take from the wealthy and provide for the needy. The two met in these very woods; for Ashen fell under attack from a group of bandits, and he came to her rescue. The two fell in love at first sight, and spent many happy months together. She was tantalized by his bravery and ethics, while he was infatuated with her unyielding sense of justice and adamancy. They seemed perfect for each other. Similar views and dreams, physical attraction, a deep connection…”
“What happened?” Darren asked.
“Well, as many thieves do, Ashen’s love survived on luck. One day, his luck run out. A shipment of gold bars was coming through to the storehouse of a wealthy lord. The thief, true to his nature, felt the gold would serve a greater purpose in the hands of the poor and proceeded to attack and rob the shipment of over fifty gold bars. With each bar being worth about seventy gold coins, you can imagine how furious the lord was. When word got around as to who was responsible for the attack, he wanted the thief’s head; so he called for the greatest headhunter he could find.”
“Sable Moon!” Kieran said.
“Exactly. He promised her ten percent of every gold bar taken if she would bring him the corpses of the thief and all his followers. All the while this happened, Ashen Moon was on a pilgrimage to purify her spirit through meditation in the wild and was not present at the robbery nor was she aware of what was soon to befall her lover. After tracking the thief for two weeks, Sable found him and his band of freedom fighters. One by one, she killed them silently with a single slash to the throat or stab to the heart until the assassin found herself confronting the thief himself. Some say it was over in an instant; a single blow. Others say it was a slow, agonizing death as per request of her contractor. One thing is for certain; the last thing the thief ever saw as the pearly skin, ebony hair, and cold back eyes of Sable Moon. She returned the corpses and collected a sum of over three hundred fifty gold coins. Shortly after, Ashen Moon returned from her voyage to find the body of her beloved on display as a warning to all who dare cross this particular lord. Needless to say, she was horrified, devastated, and utterly crushed. Sorrow turned to pain, pain turned to anger, and anger turned to vengeance. She sought nothing less that the life of the very one who took away her true love. Yet, her life was in for one last twist; as she soon discovered the life she must take was that of her own flesh and blood: her sister Sable Moon. The two finally met once, in Elderine. By this time, word had spread of Ashen’s rage; and the streets were lined with spectators as Ashen declared a challenge to her sister: a fight to the death. While Sable never had Ashen’s sense of justice, she placed greater value on the life of her family than her own. When Ashen charged Sable, she did so with the intent to kill. Sable did not dodge. Sable did not defend. She took her sister’s wrath and accepted the judgment without a fight for she could not bear the thought of being responsible for her younger sister’s death. As her sister, and last blood relative in this world lay bleeding in the streets of Elderine, Ashen realized what she had done; but it was too late. Her sword was driven through Sable’s heart. Not even Paladin Master Keast can revive a person who’s heart has been stabbed. Not only had Ashen lost her beloved, she lost her family. Now, Ashen was truly alone. And when you are truly alone…the world is an empty place.”
“That’s horrible!” Kieran said.
“Some say that if Sable had known of the thief’s relationship with Ashen, she would not have accepted the job. Other say that Ashen was driven insane by her sorrow. One thing is certain: Ashen learned the importance of family. A lesson her sister already know, but could only convey to Ashen through the ultimate sacrifice. Ashen was the pure and just one, while Sable was the dark one; yet it was Sable who understood and appreciated what she had. Ashen did not realize what she had until it was gone. When you are blind to your assets because of ambition, you risk losing everything.”

[Lythari]

I finally got this updated. I hope you enjoy. My apologies for taking so long; I've been a bit bogged down with other things lately.

[Jokeress]

I loved the story. I think I'll save it on file so I can read it again some other time. It presents a great moral. I like what you did with it.

[KateeHellen]

*Sigh...* :o now i see that i will never bee so good writer :)<atleast when i use english>.
About your story, its fantastic and i dont think so that in field of writing novels we are stricte "bonded" to world of Isya.
Nature of novel is so called Expanded Universe witch allowed us to create larger enviroment over our characters.
And who known maybe we can send because of this some "sublime" message what changes to game itself we want by portrait them in story.
Anyway i am glad that you still continue your story :)

[Lythari]

Elvirae could feel it. It was so very close. Her dream was about to be realized. The gem she sought was nearby. The mage had focused her mind and homed in on the strongest resonating power, hoping that it was the treasure she sought. After wandering around for a few minutes longer, she came to a patch of ground where the signal seemed to be coming from. Blasting away the dirt that hid her destiny, her heart fluttered with excitement as she found a chest lying beneath the surface. She pulled it out and looked it over. As expected, there was an old lock. In years long past, it’s enchanted steel would have resisted all but the most powerful magic; but years of being buried in the ground had weakened the seal and Elvirae blasted it away with an powerful energy bolt. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she placed her hands on the sides of the lid. This is it! Power, wealth, and fame, here I come!

She flung the lid open and opened her eyes. Inside the old chest was a pale blue gem emitting a glow and radiating with such intense power that the mage fell over backwards. Struggling to catch her breath and recover from the wake of magical energy, Elvirae sat up. A sudden chill fell over the area, and the elf shivered slightly. Picking herself up off the ground, the mage reached into the old chest and removed the precious gem that would forever change her life. It was icy to the touch, and possessed such great energy that she dropped the priceless gem. As the diamond fell to the ground, Elvirae’s heart stopped. The gem hit the ground and shattered into multiple fragments. The mage felt like screaming, but no words came at first. A lone tear trickled down her cheek. “No…it’s not possible…it…it can’t be. It can’t be! This…this is impossible! IMPOSSIBLE!!!”

The elf fell to her knees and wept as all her hopes were shattered along with the gem. Out of desperation, she grabbed two pieces of the gem and tried to fit them back together hoping that the magic would return and the gem would once again be whole. But as she grabbed the shards, they crumbled into dust. “No! NO! NNNOOOOOOO!!!”
Growling with growing frustration, Elvirae balled her hands up into tight fists and slammed them onto the ground. “Why!? Why does this always happen!? Why me!? Are the gods angry with me!? Am I cursed!? WHY!?” As the elf gave in to remorse, a chilled breeze swept through the lands and began to congregate in a whirlwind over the ruined jewel. As the whirlwind grew, it quickly became a violent maelstrom. The elf looked up to see what was happening, and was violently thrown back as a blue pillar of light exploded from the diamond dust. Elvirae hugged herself as the temperature began to drop. As the gale raged, the diamond dust was swept up into the storm and began sparkling with a brilliance enhanced by the pillar of light. Suddenly, all of the dust was sucked into the center of the storm, and the light collapsed into it. Yet another explosion of energy rocked the elf, but the wind, dust, and light had vanished. In their place was another elven mage. His complexion was that of other surface dwelling elves, though he stood slightly taller. His blue hair was pushed back, giving it a saw-blade appearance. His piercing eyes were a slate grey color. The mage was also dressed in dark blue baggy pants, grey buckled boots that reached up to his knees, a black sleeveless shirt, and a long blue sleeveless coat. His forearms were covered with black armbands bearing icy spines down the outside edge of each one. He let out a long stretched. “Ahhhhh…freedom! At last, I am free of that damned crystal!”

Elvirae stared in awe and wonder of the mage who had literally appeared out of thin air. The mage quickly noticed this and looked at her.
“You might want to close your mouth before something flies in it.”
She quickly shook herself back to reality and broke her vacant stare. This got a smile from the stranger. “Were you the one who released me?”
“I was. Do I get my three wishes now?“
“Eh?”
“The wishes. I get three wishes for releasing you.”
“Um…yeah, that’s a genie; which I am not.”
“But you’re Seymour, right?” The stranger’s expression turned cold, and his eyes drilled into the young mage. “I…absolutely abhor that name. I hate it. There is no word nor phrase in all the tongues of man, elf, dwarf, goblin, orc, or any other creature of nature or hell that can sufficiently summarize the sheer and utter loathing I have for that name.”
Elvirae’s heart leaped up into her throat. “I…uh…I’m sorry. W-w-what should I call you?” The mage seemed to lighten up again. “I am the one, the only…Kertyll Rysyymdhhaq.”
Twisting her head to the side, Elvirae looked at him. “What?”
“Ah…you don’t know that tongue. Let’s see…I guess in basic elvish and human, my name would be…Draconis Borealis.”
“Ah…the name of the northern star.”
“Listen…whoever you are.”
“Elvirae.”
“Whatever…I can’t grant any wishes. However, I can give you one thing.”
“Oh?”
“Power.”
The young mage brightened at that. “Really?”
“Indeed. But first, there are some things that need to be done. The map you used to find this chest…let me see it.”
Elvirae laughed nervously. “Um…the map…”
“Yes. I need to look at it.”
“Uh…why?”
“You don’t have it, do you?”
“No.” she confessed. Draco let out a slight grumble of frustration. “Why do we need it?”
“The map not only showed the location of that accursed gem, but also the location of my staff and also where the seven shards of the Entreno Gregori medallion are. That’s why. If I am to regain full power and help us both achieve our goals, I’ll need each of those things. Because you do not have the map, though, we must first find it.”
“Super”

[Lythari]

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The group bedded down for the night, but Kari didn’t go to sleep right away. Instead, she sat up staring at the clear night sky. Her whole life, something about the stars intrigued her. There was something about them, their stellar allure that…she really couldn’t explain it. It felt…familiar as if she was once one of them; they were her family. She had felt this way all her life, and could never explain why. Her fascination with them had been with her since she could remember. There was one star, specifically, that appealed to her: Australis Mater. The Southern Mother. For some strange reason, when she looked at that star, she could see herself in it. It was as though she were looking at her own radiating light. The reason why she pursued a paladin instead of becoming a priestess or Templar was so that she could one day journey long and far seeking the answer to her conundrum. There has to be someone who knows the answer...and some day, I shall find them.
“Oui lyhhud ryja cmaab?”
Aerowynn nearly made Kari jump to the stars she was studying. The cleric clapped a hand over her heart and gasped. “A-a-aerowynn! You scared me!”
“So ybumukeac. Fro lyh oui hud ryja cmaab?"
"Well, it’s not that I can’t sleep. It’s the stars. I am absolutely hypnotized by them. It’s almost like they are calling me; beckoning me to join them.”
The southern star was shining brightly in the sky, and the wood elf tilted her head to the side as she looked at the cleric. “cdnyhka…”
Kari looked at her. “What do you mean, ‘strange’?”
The elf placed a hand on the cleric’s forehead. “E vaam y cdnyhka yiny asyhydehk vnus oui.”
“A strange aura?”
Aerowynn nodded.
“From me?” She nodded again.
“That can’t be right. Only elven mages have such a presence. Are you sure it isn’t coming from Kieran?”
She nodded again.
Kari smiled. “I think it’s time we both got some sleep. I’m sure your ‘supernatural sense’ is just toying with a sleep deprived mind.”
The elf gave a concessive shrug.
“Banrybc.”
“No ‘perhaps’ about it. Good night.” -----

In the dark of the night, a lone figure made its way through the Forest of Mist. Its target: the strange dark elf known to reside there. It’s lithe frame easily navigated the tree tops before coming to the camp where the dark elf sat. Without even looking up, he spoke.
“So you’ve come. I actually expected you sooner, but no matter. Does this visit mean what I think it means?”
“It does.” said a female voice, as a figure clad in black stealth gear.
He smiled at the sight of his visitor. “You still haven’t given up the whole ‘ninja’ thing?”
“Our expertise is as valuable as yours.”
“Where’s your other half, Atra?”
“Not here.”
“Well, you know that he has been freed.”
“Something that you were here to ensure did not happen, Furvus Astrum.”
“I still have the map. No one has tried to take it.” He said, holding up an old parchment.
“Yet Borealis walks.”
“Indeed, with only a fraction of his true power.”
“Which is subject to change the longer he draws breath!”
“So what is the plan?”
“Albus is already searching for him. I shall soon take up the hunt as well. We hope to eliminate him before he can fully regain his power. You are to defend the map.”
“That is all?”
“For now. Should there be any amendments, we shall speak again.” The seriousness in Altra’s voice reminded him of just who they were dealing with. He gave the figure a nod, and Altra disappeared in the darkness.

[nymphetamine_]

Absolutely intriguing.
I am hypnotized by your work, once I started to read it I was addicted.
I hope you keep up with this brilliant work.

[Lythari]

In the morning, everyone rose just as the sun began to paint the sky with orange tint. Nephenee and Aerowynn were the first ones up and ready, followed shortly by Kieran, Darren and Kari. After a quick breakfast, the group set out to finish what they had started. Aerowynn picked up the trail where she had left off, and the group continued through the woods. After a few minutes of traveling, some strange chanting could be heard.
“O’irr methkredir! O’irr methkredir!
Wayaritheh! Wayaritheh!”
Whatever it meant, it must have been important; as they were the only two lines repeated by the distant voices. The group hurried along until the silhouette of a mid-sized group could be seen.
Ducking behind a large tree, Kari decided to discuss how to proceed. “What do we do now?”
“They look like nothin’ more than a few munks.” Darren said. “I bet we’kin handle’em fine. Mages’err usually pretty weak when it comes tah blows.”
No one seemed to argue the point, but Kari still felt an element of caution should be taken into consideration. “Yes, but we have to get to them before they shower us with spells. I don’t believe we can do that by simply charging in.”
“Perhaps a distrashun’d do the trick?” Nephenee suggested.
“Like what?”
“Well, we could have them two…” she said pointing to Darren and Kieran, “…pretend tah be lost ‘n ask fer direcshuns. Then, Errawin could get ‘nto a snipin’ posishun. She’kin start shootin’ an’ I’ll charge in from’ere.”
“And what will I do?”
“You kin run in an’ grab tha Templers’n get’em out.”
“Sounds fair. Everyone understand?”
“What do we ask them?” Kieran said, not entirely convinced that he wanted to go along with the plan, but willing to give it a try.
“Ask them how to find the road to Uruga. Say that you need to meet someone there who will take you back to Roumen. Any other questions?”
With no other objections or questions, the group went their separate ways. Aerowynn leapt into the trees and quickly disappeared into the foliage to find a good vantage point while Darren and Kieran slowly walked towards the strange group.
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As the chanting echoed throughout the woods, the leader of the mysterious cult grabbed the youngest of the Templers they captured. A wedge shaped golden pendant hung from his neck, and the strange chanting had set it slightly aglow. The cult leader grinned with anticipation. He was about to sacrifice the ‘keeper of the key’ that his cult had searched for so long. As the pendent glowed, he could feel the power emanating from it. The remaining Templers tied together by a thick rope were merely sacrifices to add to the pendent’s power. And of course, sacrificing its young holder, its...vessel, would be needed to free the power from it for the proper master to control.
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Draco’s search for the missing shards of the pendant and his staff had lead him to the Ancient Forest of the Elves. It was then that he noticed a distinct power rising. “Do you feel that?” he asked Elvirae. She nodded. “That could very well be one of the things we are looking for. I didn’t expect it to be here in this land…but I’ll not place my head in this gift’s mouth. Let’s go.”

[Lythari]

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Darren and Kieran walked up to the group. Not really sure how to proceed, the two looked at each other. Then, the impulsive fighter made his move. Shouting to what he took to be the leader who could be seen between two long rows of followers who were robed similarly to him, but not as elaborately decorated. “Hey! Old guy!”
The leader turned and looked with genuine frustration at the arrogance of the fighter. Darren continued. “Could you tell us how tah find the road to Uruga? We’re kinda lost here. We need to meet with someone to take us back to Roumen, but we can’t find the road back.”
“Go find it yourself! We are very busy!”
“But we may be wandering for days!” Kieran whined.
“That’s your problem!”
“But…”
“Silence! Begone! Or do you need to be removed?” As if on cue, the other members turned to face them and began walking towards them.
Any time now, Aerowynn. Kieran thought.
Just as one of the robed figures began to close in on the two, a rain of arrows showered the area; dropping a fair number of them in a matter of seconds. In his mind, Kieran did the math.
1 elf + 1 bow = a hail of arrows? How did she do that?
Not having enough time to explore the matter in depth, Kieran quickly began hurling his most powerful spells at anyone in a robe who dared to move. Darren waded into the convoluted mass of frantic cultists, hacking and slashing as he went. Nephenee was quick to arrive on the scene, and took up a position where she could keep an eye on both rookies as she fought off the assailants. As the others kept the cult busy, Kari dashed over to the templars, snatching a ceremonial dagger off of an improvised altar on her way. As she began to cut the ropes, she noticed the boy with the necklace was paralyzed with fear. She stopped cutting and dove to push him out of the way. The boy hit the ground with a thud just as the cult leader’s powerful fireball flew through the empty space that the child’s head had just occupied. “Run!” She told him. “Run! Get out of here!”
The boy quickly darted off, and the cult leader turned to follow; but couldn’t run nearly as fast as the child without falling over his own ceremonial garbs. Feeling the boy would be safe, at least until she finished here, she turned her attention back to freeing the others.
The boy slipped freely through the chaos that Kari’s friends had so nicely generated and made a break for a nearby clearing; the leader following him doggedly. He arrived there with the cultist well behind him, but noticed a strange presence. His heart raced as he felt a chill fall over the area. Fearing that it may be one of the master’s tricks, his eyes darted around the place looking for him. What he found instead, was a faint shadow; one that the boy was absolutely certain wasn’t there seconds ago. The figure walked towards him, regarded the pendent, then locked on his face. After taking a few steps, an elven male stepped into plain view. The voice was somewhat comforting when the man spoke. “What is the matter, my child? Are you lost? Or hurt?”
“N-n-no.” the boy said, still shaken from his close call with the strange robed figures.
“What troubles you?” the figure said, getting much closer. “You have nothing to fear from me. My name is Draco. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Well, a bad man is going to kill me and take my mother’s necklace. He says it has some power that will let him take over the world.”
“That is awful!” Draco said imitating genuine concern perfectly. Amatuers. He thought.
By this time, the cult leader had reached the clearing. He pointed a bony finger at the boy. “You!”
“He’s here to kill me!” the child protested. “Save me, Draco!”
The powerful mage turned to face this alleged ‘threat’. He was sorely unimpressed. Sure, the guy was old, looked mean, and had a wardrobe that made Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars look suave, but he was hardly powerful enough to even threaten Draco’s blind, deaf, and half crippled grandmother. He decided to toy with this self inflated blowhard before taking care of business. Why? He was bored and this guy was available. “Good lord man…you’ve got a face even Mother Teresa couldn’t love.”
The man stared at him confused: the insult was lost on him. Draco mentally slapped himself on the forehead. Wrong universe. Man…I must be losing my edge. Without missing a beat, he shot another one out. “Didn’t your mother teach you that lavender and lime green are only to be worn on special occasions? Who’s the lucky ogre and can I come to the reception?” He grinned at the cultist’s irritation.
“How dare you?! Who do you think you are?!”
“What can I say?” Draco said, holding his arms out helplessly. “I’m an *******, and I’m proud of it.”
The master got tired of his mocking attitude, and hurled an orb of dark energy at him. The powerful ball flew at the mage, and the child cowered back from the target. Draco, however, didn’t even flinch. In fact, he didn’t do anything at all. The energy smashed into him, engulfing the mage in an ominous cloud. When the purple smoke clear, though, Draco still stood unfazed. “Well that was incredulously underwhelming.”
The master roared with anger and hurled a massive fireball at the arrogant mage. The powerful blue plumes of flame crashed into Draco with a loud ‘whoosh’ sound. But as before, Draco still stood. A small flicker burned at a stray thread on his coat, but he licked his fingers and pinched it out. “Is that all? How laughable. To think this kid actually considers you a threat. I’d say he gives you far more credit that you deserve.”
“Such impudence! I shall now unleash my true power. You will soon see why the child fears me when you realize you have mingled with the affairs of a demi god!”
“Oh noes!” Draco said.

[Lythari]

In the aftermath, the heroes looked at all the mayhem they had brought upon an evil cult bent on world domination. Kieran inspected some of the bodies. They either had arrows protruding from their bodies, or deep slashes through their robes. However, a few bodies the young mage came across had a very peculiar item stuck in their throats. He pulled the metallic item out and examined it. It was a four pointed metal object with a razor sharp edge that was about three inches from the tip of one point to the other. Based on how it was stuck into them he didn’t think they were part of their dress, but rather some form of projectile that was thrown. It didn’t look like anything used by Aerowynn, though. Where could this have come from? He slipped it in his pocket, and looked up at the trees. Though he couldn’t be sure, he was almost certain he saw a dark figure disappear in a blur of motion.
Kari quickly scanned the area before remembering the lone child that ran away. “Guys! There’s one more to take care of. Let’s hurry!”
The cleric rushed off with the rest of the group following her in the direction she saw the child run; leaving the Templers to teleport back to Elderine.
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After powering up for several minutes, Draco waited for the ‘demi god’ to unleash his fury. “Are you done yet, old man?”
“Patience, you impudent fool: one cannot rush perfection.”
Getting tired of waiting, Draco appeared before the arrogant cult master in a single dash. “Actually, I think it’s the perfect time to shut things down.”
He plunged his hand into the zealot’s chest, and pulled out a purple orb. “Do you see this, ‘demi god? This is your soul. This is your very life force. Your mortal flame.”
He crushed the fragile orb right in front of the horrified master. “And it has just winked out.”
He then turned back to the child, who no longer viewed him as a savior. The cruel way Draco had disposed of the wretch had destroyed his trust in the mage. Much to his relief, a band of the same heroes that had saved him earlier burst into the clearing. Elvirae, who had been watching everything from a distance vantage point, stepped out beside the powerful mage. The child ran to the cleric who had saved him without any interference from Draco. Kari and Nephenee quickly recognized the female mage.
“Would you mind returning the child to me?” Draco asked. “He has something of value that I need.”
“He doesn’t seem willing to give it up.” Kari said.
“He is. He just doesn’t know it yet.”
“Not by my reasoning.”
“I’m sorry. I must have forgotten my manners. Would you please be so kind as to return this wonderful spawn of human joy to me?”
“No. Never. He isn’t yours to take.”
“Shove off, man” Darren chimed in, only to receive a glare that could have very easily killed. The strange mage gave a sigh.
“I try to be nice. I try things your way. Now it’s time to try my way.”
In a blur of motion, he dashed straight for Kari. Just as he reached the cleric, he raised his spined arm up towards the cleric. The sound of spines penetrating armor and impaling flesh could be heard as Kari let out a gasp. Draco gritted his teeth and showed a face of aggravation. Dammit!
He turned around, dragging the impaled woman along with before putting his boot on Nephenee’s stomach. With a hard shove, he pushed the meddling fighter off of his arm blades. The mortally wounded Nephenee fell helplessly to the ground along with her axe, blood pouring from the holes in her armor: a sign that at least one of the arm blades had either nicked or punctured her heart.
Just as Draco went into his dash, the fighter saw exactly what was coming and leapt in front of the cleric before the mage could reach her. His arm blades were beyond razor sharp and would have had no difficulty punching through any armor, but were not long enough to go through Nephenee and the cleric. They were long enough to stick all the way through the fighter and left scratch marks and bloodstains on Kari’s breastplate.
He shook some of the blood off of his arm blades before raising them up again. “A pity: her blood may leave a stain.”
A mix of emotions battered Kari’s mind, but anger seemed to be the one winning out at the moment. Her eyes, which were normally warm and loving, had been replaced with harsh, fiery orbs. She glared daggers at the mage, and the mage’s face quickly changed to that of satisfaction. He knew he had hit a nerve; but he couldn’t let it last. The cleric had to die. He didn’t really know the reason. In fact, he really didn’t have a reason. But something told him she needed to be next. He turned his back to the cleric, but quickly swung his deadly arm. Everyone gasped as they saw Kari’s death inevitable, but the spines stopped less than an inch from taking the cleric’s head off. A loud clang echoed through the clearing, and everyone saw a silver bisento blocking the dangerous attack. Out of seemingly nowhere, a strange elf appeared and saved the rage blinded cleric from a certain doom.
Something about the elf seemed to take the wind out of Draco’s sails. He quickly jumped back and glared at the newcomer. “Albas.”
“Seymour.”
“Draconis”
“Seymour was the name your parents chose for you.”
“They were not my parents.”
“They raised you.”
“Because my true parents didn’t want me.”
“Because they wanted to save you.”
“Don’t preach to me.”
“Then this is what you want.”
The mage seemed to consider a fight with the elf woman. He looked up into the sky, seeing nothing but an endless blue expanse. He looked back at the elf and grinned. He was on almost even footing with her. However, almost wasn’t good enough. “Another time. This isn’t over”
With a back flip, he landed righty beside Elvirae and disappeared in a snap of his fingers.
Kari finally spoke: “You’re damn right.”

[Lythari]

With the immediate threat gone, everyone seemed to calm down some. Now that the mage’s face of satisfaction and vanished, Kari’s anger had subsided and was replaced with deep sorrow. She walked over to Nephenee’s body, which was now very cold and lifeless. Images of Nephenee’s ultimate sacrifice, and her helpless body being idly cast aside like some much garbage flashed in Kari’s mind, and she fell to her knees sobbing. Cradling the dead fighter’s head in her lap, Kari couldn’t even speak. Her recklessness had caused Neph to give her own life so that she could keep her own. With the fighter’s heart punctured, there was no way to reverse the evil deed.
“I’m…I’m so sorry.” She said to her lifeless guardian. “I’m so sorry.”
“Your defender died so you may live.” The strange elf said. “Such is the greatest of sacrifices; bringing forth the Divine’s greatest of rewards.”
Everyone save for the grief stricken cleric turned their attention to the stranger. She was dressed strangely for an elf: wearing a white camisole, light blue pants that came down two-thirds of the way between her ankle and knee with a slit running down the inseam and outseam that stretched from her upper thigh to halfway down her shin, both of which made of fine silk. Aside from this, she also wore a headband and leather sandals.
“Who are you?” Kieran asked.
The elf pricked up her right ear and seemed to shift her attention to a distant noise. “I must go. Peace.”
After that, she disappeared in a blur of motion that even Aerowynn’s sharp eyes couldn’t follow.
“That was weird.” Darren said. Aerowynn continued to look in the direction the two elves had disappeared in. She sensed a strange energy about them. Something…otherworldly. However, there was no point in bringing up these suspicions: there were other things to take care of.
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With nothing else to offer, Kari insisted that at least Nephenee be properly buried and her sacrifice never be forgotten. It took time, using the fighter’s own ax to dig; which somehow seemed appropriate in an odd, sentimental sort of way to the group. They then laid her body in the grave and placed the axe in her hand before covering everything with dirt. After that was completed, Kari and the boy prayed that Nephenee’s soul find peace in the afterlife, before the group set off. After they had left, she opened her eyes and felt as though she had awoken from a deep, dreamy slumber. After blinking a few times, she soon realized something: she was underground. Not just underground, but buried underground. Dirt was all around her. How could she even sit up, then? She blinked a few more times to make sure she wasn’t seeing things, and the dirt was gone. But not just the dirt. Everything was gone. The ground, the dirt, the trees that should have been there…everything. She stopped a minute and tried to recall what had happened. All she could remember was a strange mage, the sound of blades piercing flesh, a warm liquid spilling down her body, fire burning in her chest…then nothing at all. And it was the very same nothing that surrounded her now. No light. No ground. No sky. Just an endless black void. She stood up, but wondered if she was really standing. There was no ground beneath her. Her feet couldn’t feel anything solid below. Then, the scene she last remembered, minus her companions and opponents, flashed back. From behind her, she could hear footsteps behind her. She turned and, behold, a pale horse. The rider, dressed in ebon armor, though his head was exposed. His hair and wings matched the cold armor he wore, and were in sharp contrast to the sallow mount.
“Who are you?” she asked.
He dismounted and walked towards her. “Who do you think I am, Nephenee Brynhildr?”
“I dare say not.” She replied, somewhat confused as to why she was talking so differently.
“And why do you say that? Is it because by admitting your suspicions, you will finally understand your fate?”
Realization of what was now happening, and what had happened finally settled itself in her mind upon hearing that. “Azrael. You are Azrael.”
“Indeed. And you know why I have come.”
“Indeed.” She repeated. “I am ready.”
The Angel of Death raised an eyebrow. “For?”
“Whatever fate lay before me.”
“And therein lies the purpose of our discourse.”
She looked at him, not understanding.
“Ultimately, there are three paths that a soul may travel. One of which, you are not eligible; which is of great fortune to you. For this path is walked only by the disgraced and dishonored. The selfish and ignorant.”
“It leads to the Castus Vorago.” She said
“And to their eternal damnation.” He finished. “The second, you are allowed to walk. It is a path to reincarnation. Rebirth. New life. You will be given a new life in the world of man and elf. You will again walk the lands of the living…but at a cost. Your soul will be remade. Nephenee will cease to exist, and there is no guarantee that you will be so blessed as to have evaded the first path the second time.”
“New life…” Nephenee repeated. “At the cost of who I am and what I have become.”
Azrael nodded. “You lose everything you have earned, and start anew. For many, this alone is paradise. But not for you? There is no shame in that. This is the ultimate reward from the Divine to you. You should not settle for less than what pleases you most.”
“What of the third path?”
“This path leads to Aether.”
“The kingdom of the Divine.”
“It needs no explanation. It is everything you have heard it to be.”
“An eternity of everlasting joy filled with unmatched wealth and the treasures of the Divine.”
“Indeed.”
It was definitely the greatest offer she could ever hope to be given. No…second greatest. As magnificent as it was, it was not her true heart’s desire.
“But even that is not sufficient for you Nephenee?”
Upon hearing the angel speak, she dipped her head in shame; for she too realized how ungrateful it sounded. The greatest fate ever, one sought by countless lives in the material plane, and it still was not satisfactory. The angel saw this, and grinned. “Fear not…for you are right to hope for something more. You have earned something more and deserve it. You have earned a fourth option. An extra path, reserved only for the noblest of souls. Your honorable lifestyle of servitude and selfless death to protect one of the Divine’s followers has made you eligible for this path.”
“What is this path?”
The angel rested one hand on his sword hilt and the other on his belt. “The path is that of…”

[Lythari]

Forgive the multiple posts in a row, but I though I'd do some updating. I hope you enjoy the latest installments. Sorry for taking so long, though. I write very strangely. I usually have the ending figured out shortly after starting, and have to work backwards all the time while trying to work forward at the same time. Then I spend a while trying to make some of the 'in between' parts jive. At any rate, please do enjoy.

[Lythari]

Far away, in a different dimension, two powerful agents of the Divine met within the hallowed walls of a holy fortress: Gabriel, the Divine’s second-in-command and Sigrun, the supreme commander of the Divine’s all-female military force, the Valkyries. Raphael, the supreme commander of the all-male force, the Cherubim, was engaged in other matters, and unable to attend.
The chief Valkyrie fell to one knee before her superior, only for the powerful archangel to bid her stand. She was an impressive figure: about six feet tall, golden blonde hair reaching down to her slender waist, and clothed in iridescent, stark white armor with golden trim. The armor set was fairly customary for Valkyries across the board: a feathered helmet, a breastplate, fingerless gauntlets, an armored strap skirt reaching to the knees, and armored boots reaching to the bottom of the skirt. The armor had feathered patterns on various parts, namely the boots, helmet, and gauntlets. The color of the armor changed dependent on the choice of the Valkyrie mostly, but there were other factors. Regardless, though, all of the upper echelon were clad in stark white armor; a sign of their closeness to their supreme master. The male Cherubim, though having different styles in armor, had a very similar principle. Because of this, the whole of the Divines forces contained a rainbow of colors as opposed to the pure white formations often depicted in art.
Despite her fair and delicate features, though, was a determination in her emerald eyes that even the fiercest of all warriors could not stand against. She stood, but still kept her head lowered. “You bade my summons, master?”
“A chain of events have been brought forth. A most disturbing chain. Have you not felt it?”
“Indeed I have, master.”
“A great disturbance resonates throughout the various planes of existence, though the material place rings loudest.”
“Yes master.”
“This displeases the Divine.”
Sigrun tensed up. It was both the responsibilities of the Valkyries and the Cherubim to monitor the various dimensions and planes and to report any findings back to the superiors. For some reason, Sigrun could not help but fear the displeasure was her responsibility. She didn’t fear the Divine’s wrath; but rather couldn’t bear the thought of failing and disappointing her ultimate master.
Gabriel sensed this dysphoria, and quickly alleviated her concerns. “Peace, friend. These events were unforeseeable; even by your ever vigilant soldiers.” The woman relaxed visibly and breathed a sigh. “However, it is advised that we dispatch one of your soldiers to monitor the situation.”
“None of the Cherubim can see to this, master?”
“They are still engaged in the Vampire Crusade. You, as the only commander available are charged with this responsibility. I must ask that you choose your candidate wisely.”
“Yes master.”
“Take note; we cannot intervene at this time. Your chosen is only to observe and report. She must not raise a hand for or against any involved in this incident.”
“I shall convey this, master.”
“Good. Will of the Divine be done.” He dismissed.
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Sigrun returned to the Valkyrie headquarters with thoughts of who she should choose. She returned to her quarters in the fortress. Being the commander of the femme fatales, her consulting office/war room was located in her quarters. It was a large square room that could easily accommodate her command staff and was armed with all matter of tools to either conduct a soul hunt, a campaign, or any other deed the Valkyries were called to fulfill. The office had a central globe showing every land of every nation of every planet of every dimension. From this room, she could look in on any single soul or group of souls in any plane of existence or kingdom in all realms regardless of their location. Even if two souls were located at opposite ends of opposite universes, she could easily summon an image of each so detailed that she could count the hairs on their heads.
Also scattered about the square, stone grey room were blank parchments. While the globe could focus in on souls, it sometimes became necessary for the Divine’s soldiers to lay siege to fortresses or cities. She could summon detailed maps of any structure or section of land. All of these monitoring devices would definitely help her stay appraised of the situation from her fortress. However, they would need actual eyes on the situation to monitor details. She walked over to a regal desk located on the far side of the globe and looked at a scroll bearing the roster of her soldiers. As she scanned the list, a thought came to her. This mission, while important, wasn’t nearly as risky as others. Sure, the individual in question was powerful, but only in the material realm. His most powerful spells would be little more than a pin *****, if even that, to even the youngest and weakest of Valkyries. Why not send one of the newest members? It would provide invaluable experience and allow her to break into the Valkyrie mold more smoothly than the situation usually allows. However, such a member may make mistakes that could prove detrimental to our objective. Is it worth such risk?
As she mulled the thought over while carefully weighing the benefits and risks of such action, until finally, the ideal candidate came to mind. Yes…she will do nicely.
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The chosen soldier for this assignment, newly returned from an earlier mission. Her armor was in sharp contrast to that of Sigrun; being charcoal grey with white trim. Still having the fair complexion of her superior (a trait very common to the Valkyries), her hair was jet black and stretched down her back in a similar fasion to that of the Chief Valkyrie while her eyes a piercing ice blue. She dropped to her knee and bowed her head. “You summoned me, mistress?”
“I have a mission that I believe is perfect for you.”
“An assignment demands my attention, mistress?” the woman asked.
“Indeed. Think of this as an opportunity to further impress us all with your prowess and dexterity.” The woman’s cheeks flushed at the compliment. Sigrun continued, “You must monitor a certain individual in the material realm and report your findings to either myself or my second-in-command, Sigrdrifa. We must know every detail of the one who calls himself Draconis Borealis. Monitor his movements, listen to his every word, and mark his every action; but you must not intervene. No matter what happens to whom, why it happens, or the result of the action, you must not intervene. Under no circumstances are you to raise your hand in defense or offense.”
“And if I should suffer attack, mistress?”
“Under no circumstances.” Sigrun reminded. “Repeat your orders.”
“Under no circumstances am I to intervene.”
“Fear not; for if our suspicions are verified, you will have an opportunity to intervene if you so choose. But for now, we must first confirm our assumptions. Do you understand your orders?”
“I understand, mistress.”
Sigrun smiled. “Excellent. On your way, then.”

[Jade.Archer]

You should totally reinact this in game and record it.
It'd be awesome. ^^

[KateeHellen]

I see you wont give up your story <as i give whit mine's:o> and i must say i am very impress by your work.
Fact that you add so called "outside forces" bring great improvements so i will carefull watch over this story in hope to read more :)
And +Rep from me for Fantastic job :)

[Lythari]

Thank you all for your comments. I like adding outside elements to stories, but sometimes I can get carried away; so I kinda need you to keep me grounded. I don't have the means to record this into a video, but will try to post some pictures of what the characters look like (from my perspective, anyway).

Something to note: there are different languages being used in this. That means that the names will not be exacly the same. I have worked it in such a way that all the names mean the same basic thing, but they are not the same word for word. What that means is, depending on who is talking to who, the names may change some; but they will still be (or should be) recognizable to you. So, if you see a name you haven't seen before, stop and think if the character has a similar personality to anyone else already introduced. I have a reason for doing it this way: I'm trying to avoid revealing a few things that may be give away by the names use later on.

[Lythari]

For some reason, I am not able to post the rest of the story here, so I will start a new thread with the continuation linked to this one. For some reason, my internet connection keeps resetting when I try to update this...so hopefully it will work on a new thread. Rather odd, if you ask me, because I can post shorter messages with no trouble, but the longer ones don't seem to work. We shall see, anyway. This works out well enough, as I was about to start Part II.