Reality seemed to twist and warp around her, time seemed to speed up and slow down all at once and a harmonious weightlessness seemed to fill her heart, she crawled onwards, the shimmery walls surrounding her, opening up before her with every step allowing her to continue onward, the luminous glow of the place stung her eyes, but she feared to close them incase the beautiful place vanished.
"Hello little one"
"Hello little one" came the echo. Lyvinnia looked around her, trying to seek out the person who spoke to her, but could see no one.
"Don't fear little one, you are welcome here"
"Welcome here"
"Who are you?" Lyvinnia asked in her thoughts, as she could not yet speak them aloud "Where are you?"
"Ah the little one has no voice"
"no voice"
"We are the guardians of the lifestream, little one"
"Guardians, little one"
Lyvinnia smiled, her little eyes shining as blue as the walls around her. " I like it here, its nice"
"We're glad little one, but its time to go"
"Time to go"
"I don't want to go! I want to stay here!" Lyvinnia's thoughts cried out pleadingly.
"We'll see you again little one, You've found your way now, You'll do it again."
The air shimmered and the walls began to blacken, the luminous essence of the life stream began to resemble rock, the light became almost pitch, when Lyvinnia opened her eyes she was looking up at Maya Do'Urden, Her mother.
A Strange Place
The air was stagnant, stifling, drops of condensation began to form, beading like small drops of rain. Lyvinnia was hot, tired, her muscles ached from the past three days of relentless abuse she had recieved from her mother when the door unlocked and swang ajar, Lyvinnia had been granted her five hours of freedom.
Crawling to the now open door, Lyvinnia peeked out of the small gap and as expected, unless she was there to torture the small girl, Her mother was nowhere in sight.
Crawling out into the large room and across the floor Lyvinnia looked for the magical gate that her mother would sometimes leave for her so she could get to the temple. There would be no visit with the healer today. Crawling over to the large fire place, Lyvinnia sat on the ostentacious carpet, content simply to enjoy her time out of the cupboard.
Closing her eyes she laid back, taking the room in, its assortment of shapes, colours and sounds, as would any six week old baby, When the walls in the room began to flicker an irridescent blue. Lyvinnia was in awe, the colours swirled and came together in a variation of different hues and shades, melting in to one another, she seemed drawn to it yet feared to explore it, she had never seen anything so wonderful, felt anything so calm, yet melovent, was she dreaming?
The specticle was more then her curiosity could withstand and before she knew it the small girl was crawling toward the tear in the fabric that seemed to form into creation the closer she got to it, within moments, Lyvinnia had entered a whole new realm.
Crawling to the now open door, Lyvinnia peeked out of the small gap and as expected, unless she was there to torture the small girl, Her mother was nowhere in sight.
Crawling out into the large room and across the floor Lyvinnia looked for the magical gate that her mother would sometimes leave for her so she could get to the temple. There would be no visit with the healer today. Crawling over to the large fire place, Lyvinnia sat on the ostentacious carpet, content simply to enjoy her time out of the cupboard.
Closing her eyes she laid back, taking the room in, its assortment of shapes, colours and sounds, as would any six week old baby, When the walls in the room began to flicker an irridescent blue. Lyvinnia was in awe, the colours swirled and came together in a variation of different hues and shades, melting in to one another, she seemed drawn to it yet feared to explore it, she had never seen anything so wonderful, felt anything so calm, yet melovent, was she dreaming?
The specticle was more then her curiosity could withstand and before she knew it the small girl was crawling toward the tear in the fabric that seemed to form into creation the closer she got to it, within moments, Lyvinnia had entered a whole new realm.
Hiding the Body
Vorcet let the body slip to the floor, one more stain in the floor of the now ill kept guard tower would go unnoticed. Vorcet studdied the features of his victim carefully for a while. Then he centered his mind and began to chant, small changes apeared at first in the body on the ground, then more quickly the snap of bone and reforming of flesh could be heard. Finally shoulders slumped at the drain of power required to reform the shape of a human body Vorcet admired his handiwork. Nobody would be able to tell the difference between the two men in the room.
Working from memory Vorcet began chanting again THis time he held off the changes until the spell was complete. Vorcet just hoped he could remain concious through the innevitable pain to follow. Vorcet stopped chanting and steeled himself. He released the magic and felt it slam into himself. Vorcet hunched over in pain fighting to remain concious as wave after wave of intense pain ripped through his core. His legs shortened, as did his arms. his internal organs contracted as his ribcage reformed into its new shape. Snaps and grinding noises came from Vorcet's face as his face lengthened and his skull changed shape.
Panting and lying curled up in a ball on the floor, Vorcet waited for the wracking pains to cease their rounds through his body. As the last of them faded away Vorcet stretched his new body experimentally. Standing up slowly through slight waves of dizziness Vorcet grabbed Is'Kal's weapon belt and strapped it around his waist. He pulled the sword out and studdied his face in the steel of the flat of the blade. A simple beguiling spell would not have held for the time needed. And this left no traceable magic.
Vorcet took the sword and slid it into the dagger hole in the dead guard, opening the wound to match that of a sword thrust. Vorcet added a few dents to the guards armor and stepped back admiring his handiwork. Vorcet walked over to the wall and steeling himself he bashed his face into it to add a fresh bruis and a bloody nose to his new look. Staggering back and grabbing his nose he gathered his wits and looked around. THe room was not in enough dissaray to make it apear as if a fight had happened here. He threw some things about and emptied the table of its contents.
Satisfied with the results, Vorcet walked to the door of the tower and With his new voice Yelled to the tower to the north for help. Within minutes teh guard tower was filled with vectorian guards and a very angry Rhay. Vorcet got several claps on the back as the body that looked so exactly like his own was dragged out of the tower. Talk was tossed about regarding a promotion which got Vorcet's attention.
Now to get word out to his friends so they were not concerned about his body adorning a spike on the outside of the gates of the city.
Working from memory Vorcet began chanting again THis time he held off the changes until the spell was complete. Vorcet just hoped he could remain concious through the innevitable pain to follow. Vorcet stopped chanting and steeled himself. He released the magic and felt it slam into himself. Vorcet hunched over in pain fighting to remain concious as wave after wave of intense pain ripped through his core. His legs shortened, as did his arms. his internal organs contracted as his ribcage reformed into its new shape. Snaps and grinding noises came from Vorcet's face as his face lengthened and his skull changed shape.
Panting and lying curled up in a ball on the floor, Vorcet waited for the wracking pains to cease their rounds through his body. As the last of them faded away Vorcet stretched his new body experimentally. Standing up slowly through slight waves of dizziness Vorcet grabbed Is'Kal's weapon belt and strapped it around his waist. He pulled the sword out and studdied his face in the steel of the flat of the blade. A simple beguiling spell would not have held for the time needed. And this left no traceable magic.
Vorcet took the sword and slid it into the dagger hole in the dead guard, opening the wound to match that of a sword thrust. Vorcet added a few dents to the guards armor and stepped back admiring his handiwork. Vorcet walked over to the wall and steeling himself he bashed his face into it to add a fresh bruis and a bloody nose to his new look. Staggering back and grabbing his nose he gathered his wits and looked around. THe room was not in enough dissaray to make it apear as if a fight had happened here. He threw some things about and emptied the table of its contents.
Satisfied with the results, Vorcet walked to the door of the tower and With his new voice Yelled to the tower to the north for help. Within minutes teh guard tower was filled with vectorian guards and a very angry Rhay. Vorcet got several claps on the back as the body that looked so exactly like his own was dragged out of the tower. Talk was tossed about regarding a promotion which got Vorcet's attention.
Now to get word out to his friends so they were not concerned about his body adorning a spike on the outside of the gates of the city.
Old skills New uses
As darkness settled over the city a figure slipped through the shadows of the buildings closest to the wall. The hood of his cloak pulled up around his head to hide his face. The old familiar thrill of the hunt was burning through his veins as he stalked his target. A lone Guardsman in the out of the way south eastern tower near the gang controlled lands of westbridge. If he botched this small part of the overall mission it would be easy to slip away into the violence ripe evening goings on of the ganglands.
With a trickle of magic the figure reduces his weight and begins climbing the wall up toward the guard station. A piece of rock broke free of the wall and clattered away to the street below. Vorcet held his breath as the rock clattered on the cobbles below. No noise came from above for several minutes so he continued his climb.
At the top he peeked over the edge, with one hand he reached down and pulled a dagger from his waist and placed the blade in his teeth. He poked his head around the side of the tower to get a look at the walkway atop the wall and make sure nobody else was about. Guard had changed twenty minutes ago so the top of the wall was clear of people. THe more populated guard tower to the north near the gates of the city could be seen in the flickering torchlight surrounding it. With his magic enhanced vision he was able to pick out two guards there as well.
Vorcet slipped over the wall careful not to make any noise, careful to keep an eye on the tower to the north and slipped through the tower doors which had been stupidly left open. The interior of the tower was lit with a single torch. Long shadows swept accross the room and danced with the torchlight as Vorcet slipped through headed for the narrow stairway leading to the roof where his target would be watching for invasion from outside the walls.
Vorcet pulled off the cloak covering his vectorian uniform and wove a beguiling spell. He felt the magic cling to his skin with a slight tingling sensation. He put the dagger in his belt and wove a second spell. He felt the magic tighten around his vocal cords, effectively changing his voice into one he had heard earlier.
"Is'Kal, get down here for a moment!" Vorcet called up the stairs attempting to mimic The guard captain's gruff speech. "Watch change isnt for another four hours Rhay. What in the Nine Hells do you want?" The guard called back with an obvious level of annoyance in his tone. Regardless of the argument Is'Kal started decending the stairs. Seeing his guard captain in his watch tower the guard sighed and raised his hands in a mock display of innocence. "What could you possibly want at this hour?" He came closer to vorcet and when he was within range Vorcet moved swiftly slipped around behind him and slipped one hand over the guard's mouth and with the other slid his dagger into the exposed hole in the man's armpit. the guard issued a little gasp of pain as his life started to leave him.
"What I want my friend." Whispered vorcet into his ear, "Is your face.
With a trickle of magic the figure reduces his weight and begins climbing the wall up toward the guard station. A piece of rock broke free of the wall and clattered away to the street below. Vorcet held his breath as the rock clattered on the cobbles below. No noise came from above for several minutes so he continued his climb.
At the top he peeked over the edge, with one hand he reached down and pulled a dagger from his waist and placed the blade in his teeth. He poked his head around the side of the tower to get a look at the walkway atop the wall and make sure nobody else was about. Guard had changed twenty minutes ago so the top of the wall was clear of people. THe more populated guard tower to the north near the gates of the city could be seen in the flickering torchlight surrounding it. With his magic enhanced vision he was able to pick out two guards there as well.
Vorcet slipped over the wall careful not to make any noise, careful to keep an eye on the tower to the north and slipped through the tower doors which had been stupidly left open. The interior of the tower was lit with a single torch. Long shadows swept accross the room and danced with the torchlight as Vorcet slipped through headed for the narrow stairway leading to the roof where his target would be watching for invasion from outside the walls.
Vorcet pulled off the cloak covering his vectorian uniform and wove a beguiling spell. He felt the magic cling to his skin with a slight tingling sensation. He put the dagger in his belt and wove a second spell. He felt the magic tighten around his vocal cords, effectively changing his voice into one he had heard earlier.
"Is'Kal, get down here for a moment!" Vorcet called up the stairs attempting to mimic The guard captain's gruff speech. "Watch change isnt for another four hours Rhay. What in the Nine Hells do you want?" The guard called back with an obvious level of annoyance in his tone. Regardless of the argument Is'Kal started decending the stairs. Seeing his guard captain in his watch tower the guard sighed and raised his hands in a mock display of innocence. "What could you possibly want at this hour?" He came closer to vorcet and when he was within range Vorcet moved swiftly slipped around behind him and slipped one hand over the guard's mouth and with the other slid his dagger into the exposed hole in the man's armpit. the guard issued a little gasp of pain as his life started to leave him.
"What I want my friend." Whispered vorcet into his ear, "Is your face.
Contemplation lost in Misery
The merciless assault assailed her senses as it always did when she was summoned. The sounds nearby drowned out into a dull mumble as the sounds from her destination became a roar in her ears. The air before her began to distort and flicker and new surroundings began to form in the place of the old. Then came the sadness, She felt him, he who cared for her, as he cried out in his soul, make a desperate last grab to hold her to him as he always did, then he was gone, only the memory of his melancholy expression as Lyvinnia was left to sit in the darkness of the small wooden cupboard in her mothers chambers.
She didn't pray for her father to come and find her, Her mother had spent every waking hour informing Lyvinnia that he didn't want her. He wanted his other family. The only thing Lyvinnia even had of him was his name, as a bastard she wasnt allowed her mothers. She pondered sometimes why she even had these thoughts, understood what she did, When she could barely put her feet together and walk. The small girl looked down to the already mottled black legs and wondered when she would learn to walk, It certainly would make her mother less angry.
Her mothers voice came to her like nails on a chalkboard as she heard her approach, quickly the small girl curled into a ball in the darkest corner and feigned sleeping, with luck she would just go away.
She didn't pray for her father to come and find her, Her mother had spent every waking hour informing Lyvinnia that he didn't want her. He wanted his other family. The only thing Lyvinnia even had of him was his name, as a bastard she wasnt allowed her mothers. She pondered sometimes why she even had these thoughts, understood what she did, When she could barely put her feet together and walk. The small girl looked down to the already mottled black legs and wondered when she would learn to walk, It certainly would make her mother less angry.
Her mothers voice came to her like nails on a chalkboard as she heard her approach, quickly the small girl curled into a ball in the darkest corner and feigned sleeping, with luck she would just go away.
Contemplation lost in Misery
The young infant child sat beside the old man who tended the ill in the temple, he was stroking her hair as he often did in attempt to soothe her. She would not shed tears, for in her torment there was no escape. She hurt physically, for since the day of her birth she had been passed back and forth to the sadistic individuals that shared her mothers desires, Her body aged before it grew, at six weeks she resembled a two year old, her mind twisted and mutilated for their sick experiments, it was bad enough the drow blood aged inside her before her human half, She wanted to die, There would be no peace in that for her however.
So she sat with him, the man that had shown her the only kindness she had ever known since she was born, He wanted to take her away, Hide her away, keep her safe, but it would not be lasting, Her mother would come for her, Her mother wanted her to suffer...
She could read his thoughts, some small feeling of communication for her since her words had yet to come together, she didn't know how or why she could, only that she could, it was a swirling haze of irradescent beauty, in that haze she heard the song of his heart. He loved her as his own, He's heart bled in sadness for the little child not understanding why she suffered at her mothers hands so, Lyvinnia knew though, she heard it in her mother..
She was a bastard, a reminder of betrayal. She would suffer more yet.
So she sat with him, the man that had shown her the only kindness she had ever known since she was born, He wanted to take her away, Hide her away, keep her safe, but it would not be lasting, Her mother would come for her, Her mother wanted her to suffer...
She could read his thoughts, some small feeling of communication for her since her words had yet to come together, she didn't know how or why she could, only that she could, it was a swirling haze of irradescent beauty, in that haze she heard the song of his heart. He loved her as his own, He's heart bled in sadness for the little child not understanding why she suffered at her mothers hands so, Lyvinnia knew though, she heard it in her mother..
She was a bastard, a reminder of betrayal. She would suffer more yet.
Offering Assistance
*The small boy appears again, bearing a rolled up piece of parchment in his hand with Sanria's personal seal upon it in wax.*
To Radiant Heart and the Hoard,
I am so very delighted to hear your replies. I will make this a short missive to better expedite what you need to have happen. I know Vorcet is most likely already moving on his part of our bargain, but I would like also to add a couple of names into this proposition.
My son, Orn, has been trained by one of the most competent fighters in the realms - my husband, Colin - and would like to offer his sword and his bear to join Radiant Heart's invasion forces. I can certainly vouch for his presence of mind and his capabilities and encourage you to be in touch with him should you have need for extra muscle. I believe in him fully.
My friend, Thasmudyan, has also offered his services, having been a General long ago in TriPower's army, as well as a member in the Order of Justice. He is well aware of Vector's treachery, and has offered himself to be of aid in the intelligence gathering department. While he is not a member of the Keepers of Balance, he is a very dear friend and one very capable and true to his word.
I, too, will offer up what I can to be of use should only you ask. I am versed in the magics of nature and am willing to use it if it will help free Westbridge.
Please, be in touch with Orn and Thasmudyan as well as myself. We are each eager to see this occupation come to a fitting and overdue end.
At your service,
Sanria
To Radiant Heart and the Hoard,
I am so very delighted to hear your replies. I will make this a short missive to better expedite what you need to have happen. I know Vorcet is most likely already moving on his part of our bargain, but I would like also to add a couple of names into this proposition.
My son, Orn, has been trained by one of the most competent fighters in the realms - my husband, Colin - and would like to offer his sword and his bear to join Radiant Heart's invasion forces. I can certainly vouch for his presence of mind and his capabilities and encourage you to be in touch with him should you have need for extra muscle. I believe in him fully.
My friend, Thasmudyan, has also offered his services, having been a General long ago in TriPower's army, as well as a member in the Order of Justice. He is well aware of Vector's treachery, and has offered himself to be of aid in the intelligence gathering department. While he is not a member of the Keepers of Balance, he is a very dear friend and one very capable and true to his word.
I, too, will offer up what I can to be of use should only you ask. I am versed in the magics of nature and am willing to use it if it will help free Westbridge.
Please, be in touch with Orn and Thasmudyan as well as myself. We are each eager to see this occupation come to a fitting and overdue end.
At your service,
Sanria
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