Discussions and Wanderings

It had been some time since he had first heard of the Keepers of Balance and now he had met four of them: Sanria, Vorcet, Orn and Kineada. He knew Kineada from long ago, remembered Vorcet from when he was a Crimson Guardian, and there was an inkling that he might have heard or met Sanria at one point, but if he had it was brief, Orn he had not met before though it seemed he was distracted by his young ones.

He talked with each one, answered their questions and asked some of his own, in the end he was welcomed as a Keeper of Balance. After the meeting he wandered the castle, taking it in. He perused the library, starting to read each book that the thought might hold some information of use. After several days of reading, feeling frustrated, he decided to see what was on the outside of the walls of the castle, maybe go visit the town that he had been told of.

Exiting the castle doors he met with a tall emaciated person with a large bear at their side. Upon closer look it was a skeleton, a heucuva, he had known of  a few of them long ago. After a brief inspection on both parties the heucuva  introduced itself, with a bit of enthusiasm, as Kaz. He had been staying in the town and had not seen anyone actually exit the castle before, about how he  had been staying in the town for some time helping the innkeeper. Wanting  to see the town, Tenchi asked if he would like to show him the town, and talk some more.

Each taking a seat at the couch in the inn they talked, for awhile, about the Keepers and about Kaz's past. While Kaz was talking he took notice of Tenchi's  hands moving to his legs, his robes were darkening red and  beginning to stick to his legs. Tenchi tried to sidestep the question saying that it was nothing to  be concerned about, Kaz wasn't dissuaded and insisted on wanting to know.  Tenchi revealed that it was an injury he sustained some time ago, Kaz had  wondered how he was even alive with such an injury to one leg, let alone both. Continuing to explain Tenchi said it refused to heal even with his natural regeneration ability, which was the reason he was still living, it only slowed down the decay. Kaz mentioned that it might possibly be a poison, something  Tenchi had not thought of or even considered.

Kineada had showed up at some point, apologizing if he was interrupting and wanted to speak with Kaz for a little bit, but that was not on Tenchi's mind, he  was busy thinking of what new research he would have to do as to see what poison might have caused such damage. After some time Kineada excused himself, Tenchi had been responding and answering questions, but that had  not been at the forefront of his mind. Kaz had said to go seek an apothecary,  and that was just what Tenchi had intended on doing.

The Road to Vector

They realized the fact that Stephy hasn't changed. She was no longer possessed by evil but yet, she has became the evil herself. Ignoring those pathetic guards, Stephy glides into her own shadow and dissapear those pathetic guards, Stephy fades into her own shadow and dissapear from visual.

Bypassing those pathetic guards, Stephy entered the vicinity of the huge castle. Slowly, she explores room by room till she hit the dining area. There were so many food all over the table and she couldn't help herself but to feast on these awesome foods.


While feasting, she heard soldier's footsteps. Glancing towards the door, she saw a rather familiar figure.

"So, the rumours were right. You are back."







"My old friend..."

The Forgiveness

After serving 2 years in a frozen prison, the Gods sense that the evil power is losing control over Stephy's body, leaving her back to her own self. Leaving her powerless.

The Gods have decided to release her from her curse once and for all and to dismiss her life sentence. With the final decision, Stephy is free to walk  this realm again.

Returning back to Westbridge, Stephy seeks her friend who rumours said was serving The Empire. Upon reaching the gates of The Empire, the guards denied her entry and calling her names. No one is afraid of Stephy. Not now. Rumours says that Stephy has lost all her powers after losing the battle with  the Gods.

She was being mocked by the guards, who drew their swords poking around and trying to slash her. Fortunately she still has her agility with her, dodging all attacks and this angered the guards. who took a step forward, trying to pierce the sword and kill her.

Being alone, dodging all attacks from 20 guards, Stephy finally got exhausted and she collapsed with a pierce from behind.

No blood, no heartbeat, no sense of living either. She's dead and the guards rejoice that they killed an ex-prisoner, landing judgement on their own. While rejoicing, little did they notice that the corpse of Stephy has has vanished. An eerie laughter broke the glorious moment.


"Do you really think garbage like you could kill someone like me? how foolish..."

The Arrogant

It has been several years since the dissapearance of Stephy. No one has seen her patroning the local bar like she used to be. No news about her. Nothing. A mere sudden dissapearance. Rumours has it says that she was dead. Some says  that she moved to another town.

After 2 years, Stephy was seen wondering in the town of Westbridge once and she is back to tell her tales...

During her glory, she found tremendous power after awakening her inner consciousness. She kills in battles and she reign over all her family kind. She was crowned the most evil lich ever lived who even kills her own kind for more superior power.

She has turned into a monster. A cold blooded monster that only the Gods has the power to surpress the evil in her, lurking from the core of her deadly body.

Knowing such fact, Stephy immediately departed to the ground of Gods. Upon arriving, Stephy immediately draws her sword and start killing any angels that come across her path. Her intention is simple.

TO KILL ALL ANGELS AND GODS WHO DENY HER SUPERIOR POWER

She was so arrogant that she alone barged into the Sacred Palace, the Holy place for prayers. She let out an eerie scream that shattered the whole palace.

Before her stood the God that she seeks to destroy. A fierce battle took off almost immediately, both going for the kill. At last, Stephy was defeated and was frozen in the vault of prisoners for the rest of her life..... until now.

Telling the Truth

A diary entry left open upon a small white table:

I am fairly certain he wanted to kill me.  Yes.  Fairly certain of that fact.  Perhaps it is  good I am linked to Sanria and Colin no longer has black makou in him.  Perhaps it is due to the fact thathe  looked utterly exhausted.  I know  not.  He was at the castle,  easy enough  to get into his room  using arcane  methods to bypass  some of the defensive  features.  I simply couldn't keep the farce going any longer... the lie has been eating at my soul.

I went to  Sanria first and she  looked at me  as though I were on fire.  She asked me what was wrong with me, then looked at me with pity.  Me!  As  though I am the  one that is  pitiful.  ...  Alas,  perhaps even this is correct.

I no  longer know.  I realize doing this may jeopardize things for


Gilean and Sanria.  Though after seeing Colin so dejected, perhaps this has broken him enough that he will not seek to recover Sanria.

I begged him to leave them  alone - his only reply was to demand I leave.  I  know I have damned  you, Lady Sune, but  if you are out  there, somewhere, take from  me my apologies.  I have  reached the end of my  meddling in love.  I will remain here, in this room, my companions my  books and studies  until I wither and collapse into dust.

Shaping the Stone

Enmach sat at the fountain, waiting for Colin to show up.  Ever since she'd given him the rabbit, Oliver, he'd been much more able to talk to others and communicate where he hadn't before. It pleased her that she was able to aid him.  But this time, he needed to talk, though she already knew what the discussion  would be.  She'd heard it all from Sanria, the other side of the problem.

This time he was hurt over the fact that Kaliadra had roped him into a relationship of sorts, a pregnancy.  He didn't want the child, a prospect not at all odd considering the fact that not many men who slept around wanted evidence of the encounter left behind.  Enmach knew, however, that loneliness drove people to do far worse things.

She couldn't help feeling that he was looking at the situation all wrong.  He was beside himself that he couldn't have Sanria back, but didn't seem to think about Gilean or Matinus or the fact that Sanria was going to bear a child by her husband.  She tried to get him to see - by not acting on his desires, keeping himself resigned to the idea of having a baby elsewhere, he was doing Gilean's family a favor, and Kaliadra - for entrapping him unfairly - had done a service to children who would have otherwise lost a mother or a father or both.

Enmach brought him into the castle to sleep in the inn.  He had requested to be put to sleep, dreamless sleep, and Enmach was obliging.  Sanria was not there, nothing could accidentally happen if she was gone for the day and unable to be found in the halls of the castle.

Admittedly, it made Enmach feel bad, being on the side of the two ex-es staying ex-es, but there was nothing she could do  other than help the man sleep and hope he came to his senses. She stepped out, leaving Colin for a few moments to go to the Tea Shop in the castle.  Sandrine made fabulous chamomile tea, and coupled with a little dose of magic, the concoction would certainly give Colin a little peace in his slumbering hours.

Current Character Description - Gwideon

The being before you stands tall and straight, but ever in shadows.  Unfamiliar runes adorn his cape and robes, embroidered in threads of silver, gold, and ebony. The wind idly plays with silver locks of hair that tumble past the edges of his cowl, falling over his shoulders and down his chest.  That cowl shrouds his face, its onyx darkness revealing only a fiercely burning burgundy eye peering forth, and a flash of ivory where his mouth might be.  Where pale skin peeks past his wrappings, the Runes seem to flow from the velvet onto his skin, continuing in a maze of entwined and interlocking patterns, burned into the flesh.  A wind of antiquity flows from this being, carried aloft by wisps of shadows that seem to cling to his legs as a child clinging to its parent for comfort.  The manner in which he holds himself seems as if his whole being is scowling, standing rigid and silent, lost in a vision only he sees.