The sounds of voices breaking the silence of the manors halls caused Throm to turn towards their source. 'Guests?' he murmured as one of his attendants, Karen led another figure to him. 'Indeed. Lady Sanria, no less.' the attendant beamed proudly, as her companion stopped in front of the couch Throm was bundled up upon. Not too long ago, Throm would felt awkward confronted with the sudden arrival of an old interest. Yet the same voice that spoke doom deep within his mind, now resonated relief within every fiber of his being. He didnt try to dissect it was he stared up at Sanria, old memories again blowing through the scars of past altercations.
'Youre not a...' Sanrias voice trailed off into a whisper. 'Specter?' he finished for her as a small smile grew on his face. She didnt answer just cast a short nod in his direction as Karen departed the room. Throm smiled still. 'No, I fear the food didnt quite taste the same as a specter.' she laughed just a little as she sat across from him on the couch. 'I wouldnt think so.' Throm plied his way through discourse, his mind weary but happy all the same. He found himself comfortable once more in her presence. For the first time in a long time he felt no facade, no barrier seperating them as she disclosed that she would be not be returning to the upper planes any more. 'At any rate that is all I came to say.' Sanria stood as Throm was able to manage a weak grin up at her. Throm had much more to say however a sudden reluctance to burden the woman further descended upon him as he just said what he thought would cause her the least confusion, 'Im glad to hear that you will be remaining with us lowly Primers.' Sanria simply smiled as if a little forced as she stepped back from him. 'Ill trouble you no more Throm.' It wasnt quite how he had intended their parting yet he just gave a nod of his head and made a poor attempt at prolonging conversation. Left to himself once more, the silence didnt last long before Karen wanted back into the room holding a tray with two mugs of tea. The older woman cast to Throm a confused glance. 'Where is she going?' Throm gave the barest hint of a shrug and didnt respond for a few moments. 'She didnt say, though I suppose she is going home.' Karens confused stare persisted as Throm cast his gaze back to the fireplace meaning to put an end to the subject. 'Well, was she not going to have tea with you? I asked her if shed be around for tea and she said she would...' From the corner of his half closed eyes his amusement was hard to disguise in the green edge of his stare. The corners of his mouth turned upwards the slightest bit as he smiled not unkindly and shook his head as though the movement cost him much effort. 'Then I suppose she has either forgotten, or has lied to you though I suspect the former as opposed to the latter.' His mind began to drift inward upon itself wearily as sleep threatened to overtake him. A voice pulled him back from the edge of it rather abruptly. 'I forgot my pack...'
Rising Action
Little was there Throm could do to drive the chill from his bones as he sat within his office. Out of habit he attempted to will into existence a warm meal of chicken only to feel no response to his unspoken commands. Yet for some reason it didnt bother the man. No, it seemed to validate everything that he had hoped for. It was a small price to pay to filter from his mind and body the corrupted taint of the black makou that had plagued him for so long. He returned his attention to the document at his desk and with great effort continued to scrawl upon its surface. Yet even as the pen made its way slowly across the paper, Throms mind drifted back within itself as old memories seemed to overtake newer ones. Fond memories of arriving in alien lands as an immigrant flooded past those of tainting the lifestream and his inadvertant fall from moral grace. He remembered the very moment hed been taken in by the Syndicate and taught the ways of these lands. Finding good company in his new home among the Guardians. Through his recollection of a catastrophic fall of both organizations he grasped the memories of forested scents, long brown hair, of an alluring smile found often concealed beneath the edge of a tea mug. Beyond memories of a Vectorian occupation emerged a glimpse of his acceptance within the Tripower halls. All of these latter a representation of those choice moments in his life where all had been truly right with the world. These were the memories he would choose to cling to. Something again tugged at the back of Throms mind and he slowly groped his way back to the consciousness he hadnt been aware he had departed from.
'Stay with it old man. Youve finally made it, this is no time for a nap.
His voice muttered weakly through the dark confines of his office. He took the document and folded it as neatly as he could into a plain envelope upon the desk.
Throm stood slowly and pulled the bundle of robes he wore tightly about him as he shuffled his way to the door. The very act of moving caused a shiver from the chill which he couldnt seem to shake. Again an inner naysayer at the back of his mind pulled at him, trying to tell him something but he set such thoughts once more far from his mind.
'Stay with it old man. Youve finally made it, this is no time for a nap.
His voice muttered weakly through the dark confines of his office. He took the document and folded it as neatly as he could into a plain envelope upon the desk.
Throm stood slowly and pulled the bundle of robes he wore tightly about him as he shuffled his way to the door. The very act of moving caused a shiver from the chill which he couldnt seem to shake. Again an inner naysayer at the back of his mind pulled at him, trying to tell him something but he set such thoughts once more far from his mind.
Exposition
Painblinding pain. This was all that Throm could feel as his very being was spliced together cell by cell. But with each cell that fell into place to construct his corporeal form, he felt more like himself than he had ever felt these past few years. Before the accident that had since merged black makou into his life force. Before the bitter bile of resentment had fought and won its war within him. Before he had tasted real loss, and truly was shown how fickle the world around him could be. Each second seemed to drag on into eternity. Seconds became minutes. Minutes, hours. These hours in turn became days. How many? Throm had lost track long before the pain had subsided and his naked emaciated form fell from the work table to the chill surface of the floor below.
He lay there for some time before pulling himself shakily to his feet. One simple glance down at his chest confirmed that the horrid black scar was no long present. It worked! he thought as realization gripped the Cetra. How could it be in a world without absolution that my sins stand forgiven? Can it truly be I am simply nothing more than a fresh slate of my own creation? Throm thought as he shivered uncontrollably. He grasped with futile effort at the robe that he had laid out for himself ahead of time, finally balling up both of his fists to clutch the garment causing him to once more fall to the floor. Lying there tangled in his own robe, Throm found himself unable to keep a smile from slowly spreading across his face. He marvelled at the prospect that perhaps she might love him again. That his son might wish to be in the same room as him once more. That he could go to Colin with a fix to the problem that had plagued them both and finally be the friend that he had neglected to be.
A series of coughs wracked the mans body as he convulsed into a fetal ball for a moment before rolling onto his back. The cold continued to seep into him and he pulled the robe tighter to his body with his knotted fingers. A grim realization tugged at the back of his mind yet Throm refused to permit such thoughts to intrude upon his moment. Slowly he sat up and stared down to the end of the room where the massive magenta pillar stood. Encased and suspended within it was the visage of Throm before his seperation. Encased within it was all of his power, all of the natural born ability that served to allow him to defy lifes very fickle nature. Throm cast the pillar just one more glance before he slowly crawled from the room, his words coming in the form of a small croak.
'I don't need you anymore...'
He lay there for some time before pulling himself shakily to his feet. One simple glance down at his chest confirmed that the horrid black scar was no long present. It worked! he thought as realization gripped the Cetra. How could it be in a world without absolution that my sins stand forgiven? Can it truly be I am simply nothing more than a fresh slate of my own creation? Throm thought as he shivered uncontrollably. He grasped with futile effort at the robe that he had laid out for himself ahead of time, finally balling up both of his fists to clutch the garment causing him to once more fall to the floor. Lying there tangled in his own robe, Throm found himself unable to keep a smile from slowly spreading across his face. He marvelled at the prospect that perhaps she might love him again. That his son might wish to be in the same room as him once more. That he could go to Colin with a fix to the problem that had plagued them both and finally be the friend that he had neglected to be.
A series of coughs wracked the mans body as he convulsed into a fetal ball for a moment before rolling onto his back. The cold continued to seep into him and he pulled the robe tighter to his body with his knotted fingers. A grim realization tugged at the back of his mind yet Throm refused to permit such thoughts to intrude upon his moment. Slowly he sat up and stared down to the end of the room where the massive magenta pillar stood. Encased and suspended within it was the visage of Throm before his seperation. Encased within it was all of his power, all of the natural born ability that served to allow him to defy lifes very fickle nature. Throm cast the pillar just one more glance before he slowly crawled from the room, his words coming in the form of a small croak.
'I don't need you anymore...'
TriPower and You.
General Zeltor Gor'lk has issued a statement reguarding new recruitment in his personal unit.
On this day, I have opened up some quarters in order to take in some new blood for my team. People that may have interest in joining our cause through military prowess, please contact the leaders of the TriPower nation. Any questions can and will be answered in a timely basis. There will be a screening process so if you are hooked on samatak, apply with Vector.
Zeltor
On this day, I have opened up some quarters in order to take in some new blood for my team. People that may have interest in joining our cause through military prowess, please contact the leaders of the TriPower nation. Any questions can and will be answered in a timely basis. There will be a screening process so if you are hooked on samatak, apply with Vector.
Zeltor
Deluded Fantasies Pt I
Maya entered into the base of the woods nearby the waterfall and cocked her head a moment, sniffing the tendrils of smoke on the air before looking around her, crouched down and waiting for trouble. The birds sang their song and the bubbling water cascading over the rocks at the base of the fall were the only sounds she could hear, however someone had been here, that was cigarette smoke.
Not wanting to draw attention to herself now that she feared she wasn't alone, nestled back into the shrubbery, her glaring eyes rested on the small home before her, Sanria's home. She had come to see if Thasmudyan had kept his word, to ensure his brat hadn't stepped an inch near this glade. The quaint little picture of the happy little family before her set her teeth on edge.
There was so much blood, the children looking on in horror, as Sanria began to bleed upon her clothes, but Maya Wanted her to suffer more yet, She allowed Sanria's garments to slide, slippery and wet from her clenched fingers and hit the floor with a thud, in moments however Maya was atop her. "How long I've wanted this".
Sanria's laughter echoed across the glade from the home before Maya and ended her short lived fantasies. Snarling under her breath, she drowned out all her deep sort mental facade, and went back to watching the harlotte's home.
Not wanting to draw attention to herself now that she feared she wasn't alone, nestled back into the shrubbery, her glaring eyes rested on the small home before her, Sanria's home. She had come to see if Thasmudyan had kept his word, to ensure his brat hadn't stepped an inch near this glade. The quaint little picture of the happy little family before her set her teeth on edge.
There was so much blood, the children looking on in horror, as Sanria began to bleed upon her clothes, but Maya Wanted her to suffer more yet, She allowed Sanria's garments to slide, slippery and wet from her clenched fingers and hit the floor with a thud, in moments however Maya was atop her. "How long I've wanted this".
Sanria's laughter echoed across the glade from the home before Maya and ended her short lived fantasies. Snarling under her breath, she drowned out all her deep sort mental facade, and went back to watching the harlotte's home.
Old Cape Lucullus
Sszdrin sat on a balcony overlooking the Ishtar Sea. He had walked a considerable distance from Myn's home and his feet ached. Sorrow, his ever-present companion, only served to increase the looming irascible facade that he carried with him. He couldn't help it. Part of him loved Myn - her smile, her sparkling eyes - part of him hated her - her smile, her sparkling eyes. She could drive him to madness, but still, he couldn't help but feel alone on the balcony and filled with worry, regret, and sorrow.
Myn was going to bear his child - a child that wouldn't and couldn't know him. It was an accident, she shouldn't have been able to get pregnant at all, but she did and everything was at risk. He had turned his back once again on his Drow brethren - if he were to show his face it would be instant death. If they found out Myn was his lover - they'd kill her first and force him to watch. If they ever had this kid coming around asking about him - it would be a slow and painful death for the child and an incredible hunt. Better to slink away, lick his wounds, and hide. At least Myn would tell the child he was dead. No questions, no pain, no death.
Hiding - it was what he did well. He seemed destined to do it forever. He was oversized for his race, easy to find when he wanted to be, but Sszdrin didn't want to hide forever. It was tiring. Every eye turned onto him wherever he went - marked not only by the color of his skin, but by the legendary hatred of his race by all others. He felt like a fool ever thinking he could live outside of them, and now, he could never go back.
Sszdrin stared down at the water and the small specks of boats that fished its great depths. He stood up at the edge of the balcony, the sea-breeze lifting his stark white hair, as the sun set to the west. He could jump - the impact would likely crush his bones before ever he sank into the water. He set his jaw and looked down. To jump would mean he would never, ever be able to watch Myn and his child from afar. If word ever did get back that the child was his, someone would have to protect them both.
With a drow curse beneath his breath, Sszdrin turned on his heel and went back into inn room. He would go back tomorrow. He would slink about in the woods around Myn's house - he had nothing better to do. He would let her think he had vanished completely and all the while, he'd watch over them. No one would see him and more importantly, no one would hurt her without feeling the steel of his dagger in their back.
Myn was going to bear his child - a child that wouldn't and couldn't know him. It was an accident, she shouldn't have been able to get pregnant at all, but she did and everything was at risk. He had turned his back once again on his Drow brethren - if he were to show his face it would be instant death. If they found out Myn was his lover - they'd kill her first and force him to watch. If they ever had this kid coming around asking about him - it would be a slow and painful death for the child and an incredible hunt. Better to slink away, lick his wounds, and hide. At least Myn would tell the child he was dead. No questions, no pain, no death.
Hiding - it was what he did well. He seemed destined to do it forever. He was oversized for his race, easy to find when he wanted to be, but Sszdrin didn't want to hide forever. It was tiring. Every eye turned onto him wherever he went - marked not only by the color of his skin, but by the legendary hatred of his race by all others. He felt like a fool ever thinking he could live outside of them, and now, he could never go back.
Sszdrin stared down at the water and the small specks of boats that fished its great depths. He stood up at the edge of the balcony, the sea-breeze lifting his stark white hair, as the sun set to the west. He could jump - the impact would likely crush his bones before ever he sank into the water. He set his jaw and looked down. To jump would mean he would never, ever be able to watch Myn and his child from afar. If word ever did get back that the child was his, someone would have to protect them both.
With a drow curse beneath his breath, Sszdrin turned on his heel and went back into inn room. He would go back tomorrow. He would slink about in the woods around Myn's house - he had nothing better to do. He would let her think he had vanished completely and all the while, he'd watch over them. No one would see him and more importantly, no one would hurt her without feeling the steel of his dagger in their back.
A strange feeling, A strange city
She approached silently, the hiss of the air itself would have made more noise then her silk pants at this time. She could be silent, she could be brutal. She would be. She saw the nape of the womans neck, so slender, the heart pumping blood, causing the neck to pulse. She was so close, It would be over in secconds. She was a killer. This was her element. Her hand outstretched... 'Tamoko! STOP! ' The call split the air. Sitting bolt upright in the dark room, Tamoko slid from the silk sheets, the room was luxurious, it was as she had left it, no one was here so who called out to her? Crossing to the window Tamoko drew back the heavy drapes and peered down into the street below. This was a strange city, she had been here but a few hours and already she carried with her ill feelings. Something about this job didn't bode well for her. Stepping away from the curtains, the molten silver glow in the room plunged back into heavy shadows and she flopped back onto the bed, her silk pyjamas hissing against the silk of the sheets and closed her eyes, trying to meditate, regain her focus. Within moments of closing her eyes a face filled her mental eye, she watched it long in silent observation. She had only been given the briefest description of this man, yet his face filled her mind constantly. White murkey eyes stared at her intently from beneath a crimson hood, grey skin covered him. The shadows that flitted about him made Tamoko interested. He was odd this man indeed, it was time Tamoko sought him out, so she could get the hell out of this strange city.
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