Current Character Description - Ryel Webshadow

A dark skinned man with a bright smile. Shimmering silver hair falls to the bottom of his pointy ears. His crimson eyes sparkle brightly with helpfulness and a bit of mischief. He wears black leggings and a lightweight black shirt. He wears no armor for he feels he doesnt need it anymore. His sword has a dragonhead as the hilt of his sword the face of the dragon looking behind him. The eyes of the dragon follow around those who walk behind him. His shield depicts an attacking Bronze Dragon on its hind legs with its wings stretched out. The Dragon is shooting its breath weapon one minute and simply standing

there the next. He is no longer an outcast, having found a home and family with the Crimson Guardians. He walks the world helping people.

The Destruction of the key

Mirage lay in her bed after talking to Ryel, The key was taking its toll on her. The sickness in her body was worsening, her bones ached, her head pounded, her stomach uneasy, and each cough brought up blood. All of the things that she had endured recently, including this in particular had made her change her views on things. Many of the people she had thought would never be there for her have been, and those she thought that would, weren't. The reevaluation was harrowing but had given her a more clear understanding of what she needed to do. She didn't want to die, she had to continue to be here, for her children, for her love Sylus, and for her friends that were dear and near to her heart. As she thought of these things, all of these things, how her life had affected so many, she sta rted to feel drained, so she drifted off into a deep sleep. When Ryel arrived to wake her, the time had come yet, she was too weak to move, her bones were afire, her body was without strength, her coughs spilling blood on everything near, her skin, clammy and cool, soaked in sweat. Ryel seeing this leaned down and placed Mirage's arm over his shoulders and across his neck, and then picked her up. It was time to go, he had come back as promised, she would not die, but time was running out. He wrapped a blanket around her, and recited a spell of transportation. They appeared in the forest not far from the cabin. Maya was sitting on a stump and looked as they appeared. "What took you so long?" Mirage barely looked up. Ryel sat Mirage down on the stump next to Maya. Mirage turned to Maya "I was .. Asleep.. I am sorry." Mirage's sunken in eyes told Maya volumes of what she was going through. She leaned to her close against her. This would soon be over. Not only had the key's magic almost killed Mirage but it also was killing Maya. Tenchi who had been standing quietly looked at Ryel and nodded. Ryel took the key out of the air seemingly and held it tight in his hand, he was not letting go of it. Tenchi. Taking care not to go to quickly. The first to go was Mirage, she held out her hand, and touched the key, and with a violent scream the power was purged from her. She dropped to the ground heaving. Maya looked at Mirage, as she touched the key the same happened. Although her screams were a little more stifled. The last was Tenchi. He placed his hand on the key and released what he had inside of him. He let out a loud groan, and clenched his fist tight. The key again hummed now with a brilliance of blue light. Ryel, walked over to stand behind the eastern wind, then disappeared, to destroy the key.

(ooc) This is being posted to clarify the ending of this section of RP. Thank you for participating to all those involved.

The trials of Sheena

It was a new day. A new life. Sheena's daughter, Keres had been returned to her from the clutches of Samoth. She knew Trenin had a part in both her taking and release. But that did not matter now. She had Keres. All was well. She will train her in the proper ways of the kindred. Teach her how to avoid insane mortals with their sense of "righteousness". Ahh yes. Things will be joyous again. Sheena cuddled Keres and spoke gently to her in Market Square. Keres mentioned her hunger and Sheena smirked. Looking about the area she saw mortals everywhere. Her eyes flashed as she saw a gentleman by the name of Firehawk. Approaching him she asked if he may be a willing small meal for Keres. He declined and though disappointed she let it go. Reminding Keres in town we use only willing donors. Out of town.. heh they were free game to hunt. That meddling Eleni and a few of her friends took to arms at the comment. Before Sheena could grasp how dangerous the situation was. She and Keres.. the only two kindred in the area were being approached by quite a few og those annoying live flesh beings. Keres spoke into Sheena's mind "There are too many of them" Sheena nodded, biting her lip then sweeping Keres into her arms and leaping to a nearby roof to watch the holier than thous. Shouting out with her vampiric voice she called out to the other undead. Her brethren. All be damned if they would be forced away by these fleshy pests. Soon she saw Paladins and that damned dragron, Ryel stand in force with the fleshy ones. Sheena sighed and took Keres hand as she spoke out loud "Take that Eleni wench. She is weak. I will handle as many as I can. Damn them if they think they can run us out" As we entered the area.. Maya appeared beside Sheena, speaking to her mind "I felt your call. On this I am at your side" Sheena did not let the relief she felt show. Next appeared Samoth in all his rotting flesh glory. She saw Keres smile at him but this time he was there to fight beside her. not with her. Sheena knew we were still outnumbered.. but we would put up an excellent fight. Another appeared, one she had seen around a few times and he came to aide them also. "Let the battle begin" Sheena growled. Bodies flew and sword clashed. Whips cracked and screams echoed as the two factions.. undead and flesh fought bravely. That pesty dragon took Keres into his massive claw and Samother and the stranger attacked him. Fighting with vigor and malice. Maya and Sheena both rushed to aide the other when trouble arose.. But something horrible occured... to be continued...

The musings of the Divine

Long had he stood at the window. Watching the rain fall. How many times old foe. How many times have we danced this battle? Long have our battles been lord pure. But rest your mind, they soon will be over. solomon came easier now. No screaming and agony, simply speak and he is there. What will you do with them? Will you plunge the world into another everlasting winter of destruction? *cackling laughter* of course I will! He sighs and stares out the window. How did it come to this? How did I let it get so out of hand. Was lateralus right? Am I a monster that must die? Do not be so hard on yourself you old relic, Its just your time. Your rest is comming. And my son. Why do you attack my son? Seraphim? *laughter* I dont attack him anylonger. He has Joined me! .... Wh-what? his heart sinks... so that was the plan. The big secret that had been kept from him. And what next you vile creature? Next is your daughter old man. Then your knights. THEN THIS WORLD! WHy should I beleive anything you say? Because Im going to make you forget I told you. So I can watch them burn. Sylus leans wearily against the wall. He thinks back over his life. He has so many good memories. His children. His goddess. His love. How many of these things will be lost in the comming turmoil? Do not fret Sylus. I will let you watch. And in the end, your soul will know peace. And I will be free. What about this key Seline is so worried about? he whispers.. trying to distract the groggy solomon before he notices what he is doing. What about it? I dont care about the key. It would have been nice to consume its power, but oh well. Maya has it. And Her having it is the same as I having it. *laughs* You really think she loves you? My god solomon... look at what you are becomming... you sound like me. Hoping against hope that love will find its way ... even to a black heart like you. SILENCE!! Solomon growls from within him and Sylus nods, Not a vicious man You arent ready to deal with it I guess. You know the knights will stop you. You know Zariel will lead them eventually. Or at least... ZARIEL? LEAD? the girl couldnt lead her way out of her own bedchamber. I have nothing to fear from a scion who is afraid of her own shadow. Yet. SHe will beat you. I know it. Still faithful... even now are we? That is the meaning of faith. To beleive against all odds. Such as you beleive in Maya's love. Solomon goes quiet and Sylus silently sends this conversation mentally to Ryel with a simple request..... Be ready, and help zariel be ready.  

(ooc: How much of this ryel decides to tell anyone is up to him. Too much information is sometimes as dangerous as not enough, and I chose to trust his wisdom in this. Also. I would like to congradulate everyone involved in their wonderful roleplaying. Its well met and enjoyed) (PS OOC: Hehe there always has to be a ps. If I forgot to address this at anyone who thinks they should have been named. My apology.)

seline's journal pg 16

23rd of Hammer Interesting, Whomever this personage is that wishes my help with the Shield problem is definately one of either great power or resources. Today I was sent a Ring. Activating it will grant one wish, which might enable me to solve the problem of the Key, which is still out there and troubles me greatly. If it is not used there, it might be needed on this Shield quest, so I will not use it unless it is Absolutely necessary. Queen Simbul and I went to speak with the Ancient Dragon Ryel today. We learned much about the key. It seems the power from it has left the key and now resides in 3 people. Maya a Vampire, Tenchi an esper and that Sunite priestess. What aspects of the key they each have is unknown, however it can be triggered by merely a thought. This scares me. The number of times I have waken with the memories of battles I have been involved in and casting spells to defend myself against these NightMares. If it is triggered as a result of that kind of feeling... He has the inactive key, but would not release it to us so we could try to recover the essenses back into it.. Spoke to him about the shield problem.. Either he doesn't know anything or is so jumbled in his mind...riddles upon riddles I don't have his lifetime to figure this out! Simbul finally left to take care of some pressing matters and we started TRYING to discuss where this battle might have been. After he stuck his empty hand out saying that was wear he thought it might be, which is the common sign for one who desires payment for information, I became rather upset with him and started to leave. He stopped me and after we exchanged a few heated words, apparently he was insulted by my misunderstanding, explained that what he meant was the nothingness he was showing. I will have to Speak with Simbul to try to understand this. 

Late night thinking

Ryel lay alone in his bed, his arm reaching for someone who wasn't there. His subconscious tended to reach out at night and wake him up when it didn't find anyone there. There was a chance that it would stop, he hoped, in the meantime, the empty bed had awakened him again. He sat up, beginning to think of things, he set his feet on the floor. He reached for the leggings at the bottom of the bed and pulled them on, walking out the door to his bedroom and taking an immediate left. He placed his hand on the bare skin of his chest, over his heart, he gently tapped the door open. He looked into a long forgotten room, a child's room, strewn with toys, drawings, mock weapons and of course, clothing. It had been a long time since the boy had occupied the room, long since grown up and on his own. Ryel stared into the empty room, knowing that no matter how hard he stared his son wouldn't be there, but a father had to try. He finally turned from the doorway and walked to the one immediately across from his own room. He gently tapped that door open as well, revealing a no less messy, yet more recently lived in room. His eyes crossed the floor to the bed, seeing the silver hair that told him his little Cael was in his bed. He softly walked across the floor avoiding toys and other things as he went. He knelt by the boy's bed and gently touched his forehead. Ryel watched Cael sleeping, his mind thinking. "It's been a hard life for both of you, you and Cyel had a lot more in common than you ever thought. Neither of you knew your mothers, but I hope you'll have the chances Cyel didn't. The chance to be a father, and maybe a grandfather some day." Ryel paused in his thoughts, his mind shifting its thoughts. "He was a quiet boy, didn't cry too much, always wanted to be a Crimson Guardian. Cyel was a good man, I'm very proud of how he turned out. I just wish he had been able to know a longer life." He shifted slightly on his knees, his body showing a few bruises and scrapes. His mind began again, "Tonight, I'm feeling my age. There's forces at work you don't know about, but you are safe, none of it can touch you, I won't let it. You and your love of magic and weapons, you would have thought it spectacular and on some level I suppose it was." Ryel again touched his son's forehead. "Your father, the one who doesn't get mad, who doesn't raise his sword.. fighting against a demon at Market Square. I wouldn't have believed it either my boy. I had not raised my sword to fight another being since I had to raise it against.. but that is a long forgotten story, filled with pain and anguish." Ryel pulled the blankets up around his eight year old son and tucked them in around him. He looked on silently for a moment, his eyes drifting to something hidden between the bed and the wall. The small glint of bronze catching his eye, he leaned over the bed and pulled it from its spot. The stuffed toy stared back at him with the same wonderment it had when he had first bought it. He remembered the night he had knocked so late at the door to the Church of Celestia and been let in to place it next to his sleeping Cyel in his crib. He set the stuffed Bronze Dragon next to his son's pillow. "It's yours now, Cael. Enjoy it." Ryel turned and walked out as quietly as he had walked in, leaving the door slightly ajar. He made his way back to his own bed and lay on top of the covers, still thinking.

A Dragon Lament (cont)

Ryel's voice quieted, along with the others as a small statue rose out of a large goblet on the altar and moved to one of the shelves. Eleni quietly wiped her face as she watched. Ryel kissed Eleni's forehead as the ghosts began their lament again. Eleni whispered, the words barely audible, "I'm sorry... I'm so very sorry..." Ryel whispered in Eleni's ear, "Shhhh... he knows you loved him." Eleni shook her head softly and rested against Ryel, closing her eyes as she listened to the song, lost in thought and memory. Ryel rocked back and forth, Cyel's body crumbling as he watched. Eleni wiped her face with her hands and wrapped her arms around her legs, curling into a ball on Ryel's lap, her soft voice whispering with the ghosts. Ryel lifted his voice with the ghosts again as he closed his eyes. The two sat there for a week, no food, no drink as the lament was lifted in their son's name. Ryel smiled to himself, knowing that Cyel would get to meet the woman who had given him life. Their souls meeting again in the cross over, he had many years yet before he got to see his many sons, daughters, friends, and family again. He was still needed here, his desire to follow them across stopped by a promise once made to the greatest friend he had ever known. But he wondered... would they be there waiting.. would they welcome him when it was his time.. The lack of sleep kept him thinking, the past, his son, watching him grow.. hearing his first word.. the word echoed in his mind. He saw the clearing then, and his best friend. As Cyel climbed on Tenchi and hugged him he spoke, his voice small and with the sweet sound of innocence, "Tentree." The memory walked away as the lament entered his mind again. He watched his boy grow again and he looked down at the little halfing in his lap. Ryel thought, trying to figure it out, he should be dead by now. The curse that went with seeing the ghosts should have shattered his heart by now, sending him to be a ghost until it healed and he could return to his body. He should have felt that pain by now. It should have happened.. and during the week he waited, waited for it to come, but it escaped him. He realized with his brother's ghost crossing over that the shattered hearts would come no more.. and so now he had to deal with his son's death in a way that he had not had much recent experience in. He must live through it. Ryel tightened his arms around Eleni. He lifted a silent prayer to Kossuth, in the final moments of the lament. The ghosts stopped singing, the voices trailing off as the end of the lament echoed in the shrine, around the realm, and in the ears of all those that had ever held the three of them in their hearts. Another child was gone.

A Dragon Lament

Ryel knelt in the shrine he had set up to his fallen sons, daughters, friends, and family. Small statues lined the walls along with paintings and sculptures. They were of his those that had fallen. Their bodies no longer carrying their essences. A small altar at the head of the room holding two rather large goblets that flash the names of the fallen was hidden behind the body of a young man. The man looked very much like Ryel, the silver hair, crimson eyes, dark skin, all the same. Cyel's body lay unmoving as his father knelt there. The ghosts began to lift their lament. Their voices in perfect harmony, spreading to other ghosts. Though not many can see the ghosts, their sorrow was felt by those closest to Cyel, his his father, and Eleni. The ghosts lifted their voices, giving words to the good deeds that the young man had done. A lone living voice was lifted in harmony with the ghosts, Ryel's voice was calm and even, his emotions flooding into the lament. Eleni quickly and quietly entered the shrine, her steps faltering as she saw Cyel's body. She stopped with a small gasp, raising her hands to her face as if they could stop the tears from coming. Ryel continued to lift his voice in the harmony, the statues, paintings and sculptures coming to life and singing along. His voice finally falters as his head drops, tears creeping down his cheeks. Eleni covered her mouth with her hand as a sob erupted from her. She walked slowly over to the altar and fell to her knees, staring at the body, her eyes momentarily free of tears. Ryel noticed Eleni and lifted his head, watching her. He spoke in a small broken whisper, "He's gone." Eleni chewed on her lips a moment, reaching out to touch Cyel, then pulling back, staring at his silent form. Without warning, she began shaking and sobs poured forth from her. She bowed her head and cried. Eleni managed to speak one word through her sobs, "How?" Ryel walked on his knees to Eleni, and slowly wrapped his arms around her. Ryel spoke a single word, "Fate." Eleni spoke loudly, her words echoing in the shrine, "Fuck fate. Fate is nothing." Ryel sat and folded his legs in front of him, lifting Eleni into his lap. She leaned into him, crying, as he rocked her back and forth, the lament continuing around them. Eleni spoke softly again, "Fate." Ryel responded with a whisper, "It was his time." Eleni mumbled something, as if she were trying to say more, angrily, but her words were overtaken by her sobs. She buried her face in Ryel's chest and sobbed uncontrollably as she wrapped her little arms around him and held on tight. Ryel rocked back and forth with her in his lap as he again began to sing along with the ghosts. Eleni hushed slightly, her sobs slowing after a while as she listened to the song. As her crying stopped, she closed her eyes, and with a soft, broken voice, joined in. 

Drowling [3]

"Please leave me...I'm quite fine now. Thanks for the help, it shall be repayed generously." Starlight said to Vidala. "No problem M'Lady, twas a pleasure delivering a new life into this world." Vidala responded politely and left the room, quietly shutting the door. Starlight gently caressed the head of the newborn child... Minutes later a soft knock on the door interrupted their privacy. "Well, come in if you must." Starlight was obviously mispleased with the intrusion. The door opened and Cragath walked in, calm as always. "Well, as I see it all went nicely." He said with a smile on his face "Indeed it did...and I have you to thank..." Starlight said, barely holding back a yawn, "sorry, I'm a bit tired at the moment, again, I thank you for what you have done.""Not at all, 'tis all my duty. Peace and justice for all. I shall leave you to rest now. Sleep well, you and your child." Cragath said, pleased that another one of his days went fine. "Oh yea," he mentioned on his way out, "may I know who the father is?". "Well, if you must know it was Ryel." Starlight responded hesitantly "I see...well...if you need anything else I'll be downstairs sipping my ale and listening to the gossip as usual. Sleep well." Starlight nodded, put the little child next to herself and sank into a deep slumber. The litte drowling was sleeping soundly, unaware of what the future could bring...