Colin took a long moment, his brow furrowed, trying to get his brain to catch up to the completely unexpected information he was receiving. Colin knew Velentham. He remembered the Celestial being at his house before, even if he didn't clearly remember why Velentham had been there. It still gave him a slight headache to try to think about it, which Colin now knew was a sign that it was intertwined with Sanria.
Colin realized they were still standing in the foyer. 'Sorry, please, come, sit down.'
They entered the dining room and sat across the corner from one another. Gilean seemed to be having trouble looking at Colin and Colin felt a tinge of guilt as he thought it should probably be the other way around.
'I... I will need your help,' Gilean spoke with some difficulty, 'I don't yet know where he has taken her, but we're going to find her, and when we do... I know hes not going to let her go without a fight.'
Colin looked down at the table, his brow furrowed once more. Here was Gilean, sitting here asking for his help to get Sanria back. He knew how uncomfortable this must be for the priest. Even if Colin couldn't remember any of the history between himself and Sanria, Colin had grown to once again care for her since his return... care very, very much. They had even been intimate, which Gilean knew. Intimate recently, which Gilean did not know.
Here he was, faced with the prospect of helping to confront, and probably combat, a very powerful Celestial to save a woman he cared for. If they managed to survive he would then have to simply stand there and see her carried off by Gilean instead. Colin would be risking his life for another man's wife. But there was only one thing he could do. For deep down inside himself - in a place he tried to avoid because Gilean was his friend and the feeling as too difficult to face - Colin loved Sanria.
'Yes Gilean, of course. I'll help you in any way I can.'
Introductions
Sliver hesitated after showing the rose to Psycho. Further discussions on that particular enemy would have to wait. The rose wasn't the only issue of late. These days had been full of surprises, and one such surprise resided right outside the library. Meeting up with him in New Thalos had been a stroke of luck, and the discovery that was made was one of great importance as well.
Now that the time had come, Sliver hoped the decision to bring the man with her to this meeting had been the right one.
The bug bowed to her superior officer and introduced this new guest to him, not by name but by association and reason.
'Thisss man holdsss treasure I felt you shhhould sssee...' Sliver motioned for Wrack to come forward, watching him curiously.
Eyes on Wrack, Sliver continued 'He sseekss to join with usss... Hisss heritage issss... Interesssting... I am sssure you will agree...'
When Wrack approached, Sliver stepped back, leaving Wrack to show his own worth to the superior officer.
Now that the time had come, Sliver hoped the decision to bring the man with her to this meeting had been the right one.
The bug bowed to her superior officer and introduced this new guest to him, not by name but by association and reason.
'Thisss man holdsss treasure I felt you shhhould sssee...' Sliver motioned for Wrack to come forward, watching him curiously.
Eyes on Wrack, Sliver continued 'He sseekss to join with usss... Hisss heritage issss... Interesssting... I am sssure you will agree...'
When Wrack approached, Sliver stepped back, leaving Wrack to show his own worth to the superior officer.
A Fierce Battle - Part 2/2
The alarm brings a long a high ranking officer from the Order - a Grand Field Marshall. Along with him are three others freelancer swordsman. Without much interrogations and negotiations, the Grand Field Marshall withdraws his sword, bearing the insignia of the Order and a fierce battle took off in the busy street of Market Square.
With her swift moves and undead body, all hacks and slashes are deemed useless. Any wounds will take less than a second to heal. It is as though she is an undead. Seeing these irritating guards, the undead draws her sword and lets out a loud eerie scream!
Out of nowhere, appears 2 dark figures, even stronger looking than the undead. Upon chant, roots from the ground entangle the Grand Field Marshall, rendering his escape. Hoards of insects were summon to devour him alive as strong cleaves were seen hacking into his armor and cleaving his arm. A combination of coldfire engulfs the victim and within seconds, he drops dead by the final blow from the Lich.
The other swordsman fled the scene, knowing they are no match for these unholy beings. "Nothing can stop us to complete our task. Nothing at all...", says the sage-like dark figure, covered with a black robe with a sign of the Black Church.
With her swift moves and undead body, all hacks and slashes are deemed useless. Any wounds will take less than a second to heal. It is as though she is an undead. Seeing these irritating guards, the undead draws her sword and lets out a loud eerie scream!
Out of nowhere, appears 2 dark figures, even stronger looking than the undead. Upon chant, roots from the ground entangle the Grand Field Marshall, rendering his escape. Hoards of insects were summon to devour him alive as strong cleaves were seen hacking into his armor and cleaving his arm. A combination of coldfire engulfs the victim and within seconds, he drops dead by the final blow from the Lich.
The other swordsman fled the scene, knowing they are no match for these unholy beings. "Nothing can stop us to complete our task. Nothing at all...", says the sage-like dark figure, covered with a black robe with a sign of the Black Church.
A Fierce Battle - Part 1/2
A breeze of peaceful wind blows through Market Square. Traders seem to be busy trying to sell their wares to the locals. Guards were patrolling around town, making sure everything is in order. A couple of swordsmen were found lingering around the weapon shop. Everything seems fine on a perfect day.
In the corner of the street, stood a dark figure with black hood covering over her head. Unseen by the guards and the locals, this dark figure starts to wonder around, in search of something. With her red glowing eyes and evil aura, it is no surprise that the lower ranking guards could not detect her presence. It makes things easier for her to complete her task.
"HEY YOU!! STOP RIGHT THERE !!"
"YES, YOU IN THE BLACK HOOD! MOVE ANOTHER STEP AND I SHALL THRUST MY SPEAR THROUGH YOUR HEART!"
Ignoring the guard, the dark figure continues her journey. The guard advanced from behind and thrust his spear and it pierces through the dark figure. Lowering down her hood, she turns her head in an impossible 180 degree, looking coldly at the guard with long white fangs and a wicked smile. She moved towards the guard and bite him in the neck, sucking him dry.
This sounds the alarm and more guards are rushing to the rescue. But it was all too late...
In the corner of the street, stood a dark figure with black hood covering over her head. Unseen by the guards and the locals, this dark figure starts to wonder around, in search of something. With her red glowing eyes and evil aura, it is no surprise that the lower ranking guards could not detect her presence. It makes things easier for her to complete her task.
"HEY YOU!! STOP RIGHT THERE !!"
"YES, YOU IN THE BLACK HOOD! MOVE ANOTHER STEP AND I SHALL THRUST MY SPEAR THROUGH YOUR HEART!"
Ignoring the guard, the dark figure continues her journey. The guard advanced from behind and thrust his spear and it pierces through the dark figure. Lowering down her hood, she turns her head in an impossible 180 degree, looking coldly at the guard with long white fangs and a wicked smile. She moved towards the guard and bite him in the neck, sucking him dry.
This sounds the alarm and more guards are rushing to the rescue. But it was all too late...
Riptide
Sanria hated him more than she cared to admit. She hated him for taking her away, for making her feel helpless, for hurting Gilean, for ripping apart the tiny bit of family she was so desperately creating. More than all, she hated him for sinking his claws into her mind, working her body like a marionette, forcing a smile from her when all she wanted to do was see him gone. She could tell he had trouble keeping the tent from flickering away, and she knew this was the only saving grace that kept her from being swept up in the riptide that roiled in her mind. She knew Velentham didn't play fair, and knew from their past long gone that he would not stop until he had whatever it was he wanted. In this case, her mind, her heart, her affections. "Stop looking at me like that!"
She looked down. Part of her pitied him, the wild look that would come over his features reminded her of a cornered animal. When she had first seen him, he had been exactly what any woman wanted - charming, handsome, tall, caring, gentle, and kind. She *had* wanted him. Then she learned of his true nature - arrogant, hard, cruel, punishing, and proud. Now, with his being trapped in this realm, he was beyond even that. Velentham had crossed a line; he was literally insane, or fighting it at least. "I'm sorry..." she heard him say, but she didn't bother lifting her eyes. "It's a lot of effort, you know, keeping this place up." It wouldn't have to be if he'd just let her go home. "I'm talking to you." She looked up at him, focusing on the gaunt face and haunted silver eyes that grew intensely heated as they stared back at her. She lowered her gaze and heard his sigh.
She didn't know where they were. It was a place she'd certainly never been, but to have to expend so much magic, it had to be taxing. She couldn't speak, she couldn't do anything but endure. And endure she did - moments where he could force a smile onto her face, moments where he held her to him and she heard the leaping heart galloping in his chest, moments when he'd kiss her and she could do nothing. Her own heart grew heavy. She knew it would only be a matter of time before he would grow impatient and take her somewhere that he could completely dominate her mind. And when he did that, it wouldn't be long after that he would discover the secret she carried, and when he discovered that, she knew, he would likely destroy her.
She looked down. Part of her pitied him, the wild look that would come over his features reminded her of a cornered animal. When she had first seen him, he had been exactly what any woman wanted - charming, handsome, tall, caring, gentle, and kind. She *had* wanted him. Then she learned of his true nature - arrogant, hard, cruel, punishing, and proud. Now, with his being trapped in this realm, he was beyond even that. Velentham had crossed a line; he was literally insane, or fighting it at least. "I'm sorry..." she heard him say, but she didn't bother lifting her eyes. "It's a lot of effort, you know, keeping this place up." It wouldn't have to be if he'd just let her go home. "I'm talking to you." She looked up at him, focusing on the gaunt face and haunted silver eyes that grew intensely heated as they stared back at her. She lowered her gaze and heard his sigh.
She didn't know where they were. It was a place she'd certainly never been, but to have to expend so much magic, it had to be taxing. She couldn't speak, she couldn't do anything but endure. And endure she did - moments where he could force a smile onto her face, moments where he held her to him and she heard the leaping heart galloping in his chest, moments when he'd kiss her and she could do nothing. Her own heart grew heavy. She knew it would only be a matter of time before he would grow impatient and take her somewhere that he could completely dominate her mind. And when he did that, it wouldn't be long after that he would discover the secret she carried, and when he discovered that, she knew, he would likely destroy her.
Captive
She was so near, yet so far away. Velentham had to keep the magics going that kept them from being burned by the super-heated atmosphere around them. The hills of red sand beat against the edge of the bubble he had created, the bubble that kept him from being able to do much other than hold his prize. Though the look on her face, the damned look on her face, the pain and contempt! "Stop looking at me like that!" he finally barked, and she looked away. Damn Gilean for turning her against him. Damn that beast, Colin, too. Damn them all!
Velentham breathed heavily and clenched his eyes and set his jaw. It was only the bubble that was making him irritable - the expenditure of magicthat he had to keep going every moment. He had come off of a magic fight with the beggar, cast a very powerful silence spell on Sanria, had whisked them both away to a desert, and had to keep them alive until his cousin and any other had finally given up hope of locating them. Or at least slowed down the process.
"I'm sorry..." he said, and used more of his ability to create around them a tent. The sound of the sands died down only minutely. At least with an object he could imbue it with some of the magic in his body. And that done, he could have a precious few minutes with his quarry before he had to recharge the magic. "It's a lot of effort, you know, keeping this place up." He smiled. She kept her face turned away. Velentham's face grew cold. "I'm talking to you," he growled. She looked at him. He sighed.
He would have to use more magic, just to make this bearable. And so in the moments between recharging the magic tent, Velentham attempted to break into the mind of his captive. Most of the time she fought, which angered him, but the rest of the time he could manage to get a smile on her lips - even if her eyes betrayed her true outrage. That would go away in time. All in time.
Velentham sat on the ground and pulled her down to him. He held her head to his chest, breathing in her hair. In the moments he had before the tent needed him, he worked on Sanria's mind, coaxing her, soothing her, all while wearing himself down. It had been years since he had exerted so much effort. He managed to kiss her deeply before the tent flickered and he was forced to put his effort there and watch her pull away in disgust. Disgust. That would not do. All in time, he reminded himself, and again turned his attention to matters of their survival.
Velentham breathed heavily and clenched his eyes and set his jaw. It was only the bubble that was making him irritable - the expenditure of magicthat he had to keep going every moment. He had come off of a magic fight with the beggar, cast a very powerful silence spell on Sanria, had whisked them both away to a desert, and had to keep them alive until his cousin and any other had finally given up hope of locating them. Or at least slowed down the process.
"I'm sorry..." he said, and used more of his ability to create around them a tent. The sound of the sands died down only minutely. At least with an object he could imbue it with some of the magic in his body. And that done, he could have a precious few minutes with his quarry before he had to recharge the magic. "It's a lot of effort, you know, keeping this place up." He smiled. She kept her face turned away. Velentham's face grew cold. "I'm talking to you," he growled. She looked at him. He sighed.
He would have to use more magic, just to make this bearable. And so in the moments between recharging the magic tent, Velentham attempted to break into the mind of his captive. Most of the time she fought, which angered him, but the rest of the time he could manage to get a smile on her lips - even if her eyes betrayed her true outrage. That would go away in time. All in time.
Velentham sat on the ground and pulled her down to him. He held her head to his chest, breathing in her hair. In the moments he had before the tent needed him, he worked on Sanria's mind, coaxing her, soothing her, all while wearing himself down. It had been years since he had exerted so much effort. He managed to kiss her deeply before the tent flickered and he was forced to put his effort there and watch her pull away in disgust. Disgust. That would not do. All in time, he reminded himself, and again turned his attention to matters of their survival.
So it seems (3/3)
"No! It was this woman, she is a lich! She must have casted some sort of spell! I sense the evil in her was similar, look at this tattered cloak on the ground, she killed him"
The guard replied "Him? What was under that cloak? A goblin? A dwarf? A human?"
Stunned by the questions Serth answered "I'm.... not..very.......sure".
All of a sudden his throat was at loss for words. He tried to explain what happened, his memory remembers every bit of it but there is just no words coming out.
The second guard yelled "That woman is a lich! She's casting a spell on him!"
When he turned around and looked at her, eyes were glowing and her fangs grew longer, she began to be hostile and bite Serth in the arm. A sudden pause as Serth was trying to grasp the situation, he tried to stab the lich as she distanced herself from them, retreating towards the wall.
Shocking it may seem, this woman has the ability to hold onto walls as if she was a spider. She laughed and said "It's impossible to catch me, the church is watching your every step, no other god than Sephiroth reigns supreme."
Upon conjuring a dark midst she vanished into thin air with echoes of her evil laughter.
Staring blank in the air, the head guard said "We must report this, we need more men in Westbridge, there have been too many sights of this and we are too short-handed to deal with this matter".
As the guards take their leave, he stopped them "Wait! You are from the Order?"
The guards nodded.
"Please tell me, how is it possible for me to join your ranks?"
All the guards stared at him, whispering among themselves. The head guard said "Look for a man dressed with similar armor with us, he is often at the Temple of Life enjoying the scenary. Beware young one, your determination will be tested to the fullest".
The guard replied "Him? What was under that cloak? A goblin? A dwarf? A human?"
Stunned by the questions Serth answered "I'm.... not..very.......sure".
All of a sudden his throat was at loss for words. He tried to explain what happened, his memory remembers every bit of it but there is just no words coming out.
The second guard yelled "That woman is a lich! She's casting a spell on him!"
When he turned around and looked at her, eyes were glowing and her fangs grew longer, she began to be hostile and bite Serth in the arm. A sudden pause as Serth was trying to grasp the situation, he tried to stab the lich as she distanced herself from them, retreating towards the wall.
Shocking it may seem, this woman has the ability to hold onto walls as if she was a spider. She laughed and said "It's impossible to catch me, the church is watching your every step, no other god than Sephiroth reigns supreme."
Upon conjuring a dark midst she vanished into thin air with echoes of her evil laughter.
Staring blank in the air, the head guard said "We must report this, we need more men in Westbridge, there have been too many sights of this and we are too short-handed to deal with this matter".
As the guards take their leave, he stopped them "Wait! You are from the Order?"
The guards nodded.
"Please tell me, how is it possible for me to join your ranks?"
All the guards stared at him, whispering among themselves. The head guard said "Look for a man dressed with similar armor with us, he is often at the Temple of Life enjoying the scenary. Beware young one, your determination will be tested to the fullest".
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