Eladrim left the room after holding Claire. It felt empty without the presence of the tribal leader, and Ruthivan stood by the bed still. Finally, he sat down, looking at the floor, his brow creased. "I'm sorry I had to bring him here. I know you don't like when I involve your family." She said nothing and he continued. "Claire, I knew you were going to try to run away, so I had the healer put up a ward. I know that if you get away from me, you're going to kill our child. I know you don't want me, or it, or any of us. It hurts me so deeply, but we are bonded. You know that if you ran away, it would only be a matter of time before your body would draw you back to me, just as mine would seek yours."
Ruthivan paused and then reached out, taking one of Claire's hands in his own. He placed it over his heart and looked at her earnestly. "I don't want to be angry with you, or upset, or... I just want to love you and you love me. I want us to help our race, and I want us to be accepted back into the tribe. If you keep running away, or wanting to, and keep refusing everything I try to do, we will never get that chance."
Finally she looked at him, but the look was distant and raw. "Didn't it ever occur to you that I didn't want to live in the tribe? All those times, didn't you understand that? Why else would I have run away?"
At that moment, Ruthivan knew the defeat was total. He bowed his head as though acknowledging the passing away of any hope he had for a Claire who loved him for himself. He let pass the hope that he would ever be welcomed back into the only home he'd known on this planet. He took her hand from his heart and lowered it. When he raised his head again, his expression was hard. "Then we won't ever go back. But you will not go anywhere else, Claire. You don't have to love me, you don't have to want your home, you don't have to desire anything, but you're not leaving me or our children. You can hate me and loathe me, but you will do your duty. I'll ensure it."
Ruthivan stood up, feeling a pain in his heart. He never wanted to turn into this - he hoped the nature in him would only have to be reserved for fighting others, never his wife. Never his Claire. He shoved the gentle desires away in favor for that of a man on a mission. He had a duty and his duty was to make this woman stay loyal, serve her people, and honor her bond.
"If you ever start to see how you could and should love me, then I may let up. Until you do-"
"Please... just drug me and let me sleep."
Ruthivan stared at her for a long moment, his jaw set. He finally looked down to the rug, crossed the room, and got out his vial and cloth.
Ultimatums (1-2)
The salts went into her nose so sharply Claire sat bolt upright. She hastily looked about the room and saw her father sitting on the edge of the bed at her side. 'Father...' she exhaled, and threw her arms around him. He did not greet her as warmly, and Claire knew something was going on. She saw Ruthivan in a dressing robe, looking out the window.
'Claire,' her father said, taking her hands into his own. 'Ruthivan has reached out to me and asked me to speak with you. From all he has said, things here sound desperate.'
'I... don't want to be here anymore, father.'
'And where do you wish to be?'
'Anywhere else.'
'Is your life here so terrible that you wish to leave your mate and your children?'
'I never wanted him as my mate. He pushed me into this.'
'Because I love you!' Ruthivan said, turning, but Eladrim held up a hand for silence.
'My dear Claire,' her father said, 'I know you did not go seeking Ruthivan, but he has been with you for more than three hundred years. He has been by your side, helping you run away even when you were asked to stay at home. When will you stop running?'
'Father...' Claire exhaled and looked at the blue eyes that had been so kind. She saw in them weariness. 'I...'
'At some point you must realize that life has given you a task. You have children here, and though they were granted through nefarious means, they are here nonetheless. Though this Epser,' and here Eladrim gestured to Ruthivan, 'has done quite trivial things, I do know that he is desperate to have you love him, and if you did try, he would drop heaven and hell for you.'
Ruthivan rounded the bed and took one of Claire's hands in his own. He knelt on the floor and looked up at her. She'd never seen such naked concern, care, worry... desperation. 'Claire,' he said, and she saw the face that had helped her so many times before. His eyes were tearing. 'I would rip this world asunder for you. None of this was ever meant to hurt you. Ever.'
'And I am to forget all you did to ruin my life?'
His head was heavy against her hand as he pressed his forehead to it. 'I was trying to make your life better!' he breathed. 'There were forces at work beyond just Ruthivan, Claire. Your mother wanted this union as well. I, too, for a time, had hoped you would settle your wanderings and be with Ruthivan. We had chosen him for you long before now. The truth is,' her father sighed, 'no matter how it came to be, this is the outcome we had all desired.'
'Except for me,' Claire whispered. 'My dear,' her father said, resting a hand on her leg with a squeeze, 'If you did not have wanderlust, you would be happy. There would be pride in yourself and the fine family you now have.'
'But he treats me like cattle, father.'
Eladrim sighed deeply and looked to Ruthivan, then back to Claire. 'Ruthivan, do you mistreat my daughter.' Ruthivan finally released her hand and stood. 'I only try to keep her in line. I have never struck her.'
'You do not have to hit me to hurt me.'
'Claire,' Eladrim said, regaining her attention. 'This was your intended. You are with your intended.'
'But I don't want to be, father.'
'But you are, and if you leave him, you will break apart a family. You will leave children motherless and our people cannot withstand such a thing. Claire, at some point you must stop thinking of yourself and realize you have responsibilities. You have a duty to your family and your people. If you fill yourself with desires of the outside world, ours are the people that suffer. Please, understand.'
Claire tilted her head back and closed her eyes, then let her head fall forward, bowed beneath the pressure of the conformity pushing at her from all sides. 'Father... I don't love him.'
'Perhaps you can learn that in time, dear one.'
'I don't want to learn, I want to be free.'
'None of us are free, Claire. And until our people are back from the brink, that will never change. Do you understand?' Claire kept her eyes closed and meekly gave a nod.
'Claire,' her father said, taking her hands into his own. 'Ruthivan has reached out to me and asked me to speak with you. From all he has said, things here sound desperate.'
'I... don't want to be here anymore, father.'
'And where do you wish to be?'
'Anywhere else.'
'Is your life here so terrible that you wish to leave your mate and your children?'
'I never wanted him as my mate. He pushed me into this.'
'Because I love you!' Ruthivan said, turning, but Eladrim held up a hand for silence.
'My dear Claire,' her father said, 'I know you did not go seeking Ruthivan, but he has been with you for more than three hundred years. He has been by your side, helping you run away even when you were asked to stay at home. When will you stop running?'
'Father...' Claire exhaled and looked at the blue eyes that had been so kind. She saw in them weariness. 'I...'
'At some point you must realize that life has given you a task. You have children here, and though they were granted through nefarious means, they are here nonetheless. Though this Epser,' and here Eladrim gestured to Ruthivan, 'has done quite trivial things, I do know that he is desperate to have you love him, and if you did try, he would drop heaven and hell for you.'
Ruthivan rounded the bed and took one of Claire's hands in his own. He knelt on the floor and looked up at her. She'd never seen such naked concern, care, worry... desperation. 'Claire,' he said, and she saw the face that had helped her so many times before. His eyes were tearing. 'I would rip this world asunder for you. None of this was ever meant to hurt you. Ever.'
'And I am to forget all you did to ruin my life?'
His head was heavy against her hand as he pressed his forehead to it. 'I was trying to make your life better!' he breathed. 'There were forces at work beyond just Ruthivan, Claire. Your mother wanted this union as well. I, too, for a time, had hoped you would settle your wanderings and be with Ruthivan. We had chosen him for you long before now. The truth is,' her father sighed, 'no matter how it came to be, this is the outcome we had all desired.'
'Except for me,' Claire whispered. 'My dear,' her father said, resting a hand on her leg with a squeeze, 'If you did not have wanderlust, you would be happy. There would be pride in yourself and the fine family you now have.'
'But he treats me like cattle, father.'
Eladrim sighed deeply and looked to Ruthivan, then back to Claire. 'Ruthivan, do you mistreat my daughter.' Ruthivan finally released her hand and stood. 'I only try to keep her in line. I have never struck her.'
'You do not have to hit me to hurt me.'
'Claire,' Eladrim said, regaining her attention. 'This was your intended. You are with your intended.'
'But I don't want to be, father.'
'But you are, and if you leave him, you will break apart a family. You will leave children motherless and our people cannot withstand such a thing. Claire, at some point you must stop thinking of yourself and realize you have responsibilities. You have a duty to your family and your people. If you fill yourself with desires of the outside world, ours are the people that suffer. Please, understand.'
Claire tilted her head back and closed her eyes, then let her head fall forward, bowed beneath the pressure of the conformity pushing at her from all sides. 'Father... I don't love him.'
'Perhaps you can learn that in time, dear one.'
'I don't want to learn, I want to be free.'
'None of us are free, Claire. And until our people are back from the brink, that will never change. Do you understand?' Claire kept her eyes closed and meekly gave a nod.
Questioning Yourself (1-2)
Ruthivan watched Claire's even rise and fall of a deep sleep. He got up and leaned against the window, looking out over the night as if fell on the hill, and over the camp to the west. That was where he had ultimately wanted to be. Accepted back into the group of Espers that Claire's father led. But he had a human and half-breed living behind him, and he happened to marry the one Esper in that group who never could be bothered to stay home and help her own people. He thought he could change her.
There was a pang of guilt he felt as he turned back to look at her. He had four children with her and wanted at least eight. But she had wanted none of them. Certainly, she loved them and took care of them as she should, but just that he had found her at the door was- frightening- to him. He'd seen desperate people before, and rarely were they ever rational. But he'd forced them all on her, and now the fifth she carried. He supposed, all the while, that she would settle down. And for a time she had.
Now they were back to square one. Ruthivan pulled on a robe and sent a message to Eladrim, waking Claire's father. "What do you want, Ruthivan."
"Please, Eladrim, can we meet in the forest to talk?"
"My daughter?"
"Yes. I need help."
It wasn't long before the two stood in the trees, a protection spell hiding them from the rest of the world, keeping their voices from being heard to all outside of the bubble. "She hates me but she won't listen to reason. She's expecting," Ruthivan said.
"Again?"
Eladrim seemed put off, but Ruthivan persisted. Claire's father truly was the only one left to whom he could appeal. "Yes, our fifth."
"Yet she hates you? How did this happen?"
"I... had to..."
"You drugged her?"
"Yes, Eladrim," and Ruthivan bowed his head. "But if I did nothing she would have left. She wants to break the bond and leave me and her children."
Eladrim stared at Ruthivan in the dark. There was a look of disgust nestled in his eyes, but pity as well. "Ruthivan, you've pressed so hard on her and she still refuses you. Have you considered letting her go?"
"No," Ruthivan snapped. "She is with me, she's my wife, mother of our children."
"And she doesn't want any of it. Her mother and I have given up - she is a lost cause. You already have children with her, why not count them blessings and release her?"
"Because if I can just get her to see, we can come back to the group, we can be around our own people and not in exile."
Ruthivan could feel the energies of Eladrim bristle. "So long as she runs away and you chase her and force her, you are not welcome. You know that."
"Then help me," Ruthivan said, going down onto a knee. He bowed his head and pulled his hands to his forehead. "Please. I can't lose her and I can't have her leave her children. I just want her to love me, Eladrim. I want to give her the world, if only she'd love me."
There was a long sigh in the darkness. "Stand." Ruthivan did as he was told. "I will speak to my daughter for your sake. If I can make her see sense, then we can work toward your reinstatement. But if she does not wish this, you may well have to release her."
Ruthivan held his tongue even as a trill of dread raced through him. The last thing he wanted was to give up. He nodded. "I will wake her."
There was a pang of guilt he felt as he turned back to look at her. He had four children with her and wanted at least eight. But she had wanted none of them. Certainly, she loved them and took care of them as she should, but just that he had found her at the door was- frightening- to him. He'd seen desperate people before, and rarely were they ever rational. But he'd forced them all on her, and now the fifth she carried. He supposed, all the while, that she would settle down. And for a time she had.
Now they were back to square one. Ruthivan pulled on a robe and sent a message to Eladrim, waking Claire's father. "What do you want, Ruthivan."
"Please, Eladrim, can we meet in the forest to talk?"
"My daughter?"
"Yes. I need help."
It wasn't long before the two stood in the trees, a protection spell hiding them from the rest of the world, keeping their voices from being heard to all outside of the bubble. "She hates me but she won't listen to reason. She's expecting," Ruthivan said.
"Again?"
Eladrim seemed put off, but Ruthivan persisted. Claire's father truly was the only one left to whom he could appeal. "Yes, our fifth."
"Yet she hates you? How did this happen?"
"I... had to..."
"You drugged her?"
"Yes, Eladrim," and Ruthivan bowed his head. "But if I did nothing she would have left. She wants to break the bond and leave me and her children."
Eladrim stared at Ruthivan in the dark. There was a look of disgust nestled in his eyes, but pity as well. "Ruthivan, you've pressed so hard on her and she still refuses you. Have you considered letting her go?"
"No," Ruthivan snapped. "She is with me, she's my wife, mother of our children."
"And she doesn't want any of it. Her mother and I have given up - she is a lost cause. You already have children with her, why not count them blessings and release her?"
"Because if I can just get her to see, we can come back to the group, we can be around our own people and not in exile."
Ruthivan could feel the energies of Eladrim bristle. "So long as she runs away and you chase her and force her, you are not welcome. You know that."
"Then help me," Ruthivan said, going down onto a knee. He bowed his head and pulled his hands to his forehead. "Please. I can't lose her and I can't have her leave her children. I just want her to love me, Eladrim. I want to give her the world, if only she'd love me."
There was a long sigh in the darkness. "Stand." Ruthivan did as he was told. "I will speak to my daughter for your sake. If I can make her see sense, then we can work toward your reinstatement. But if she does not wish this, you may well have to release her."
Ruthivan held his tongue even as a trill of dread raced through him. The last thing he wanted was to give up. He nodded. "I will wake her."
Quelling Protests
He was staring at her again. Only this time it was the middle of the night and he was staring because she had a plan. She -had- a plan and it had failed. She'd had a plan and he'd anticipated it. How was she to know?
***
As soon as his breathing was regular, Claire slipped from the bed achingly slow. She opened the bedroom door without a sound and went into the rooms of the other children. She watched them sleeping. She knew she'd miss them.
She went to the front door and put her hand on the door knob. As soon as she was far enough away, she would send her child back. She'd find someone to break the bond her bond with Ruthivan. Then she'd keep on the move and he'd never find her. She turned the knob and pulled the door and a flash of white light blinded her. The door didn't move.
She tried again with the same result. She didn't notice the sound coming from her throat -a muffled, strangled moan. She tried the door again and a sob came out. Then she turned around and saw him standing there. His face was amused, angry, hurt and confused. He covered it. 'I thought I told you stay with me.'
'You've trapped me here!'
'Shh. You'll wake the children.'
'You've trapped me in my own home!'
Ruthivan crossed the room and lifted her into his arms. He looked at her with a pitying smile and nodded. 'With good reason, look at you. I can't let anything happen to the two of you.'
They got into the bedroom and Ruthivan laid her down before pulling his sleeping potion from a drawer. Claire knew the rest of the story and didn't bother to protest as the cloth covered her nose. She fell into a forced sleep, feeling him caressing her cheek. She heard his words as if from a dream, 'I won't let you out of my sight. Our people should never be alone. You'll never be apart from me again. You'll never be alone. I'll be there for you, forever.'
***
As soon as his breathing was regular, Claire slipped from the bed achingly slow. She opened the bedroom door without a sound and went into the rooms of the other children. She watched them sleeping. She knew she'd miss them.
She went to the front door and put her hand on the door knob. As soon as she was far enough away, she would send her child back. She'd find someone to break the bond her bond with Ruthivan. Then she'd keep on the move and he'd never find her. She turned the knob and pulled the door and a flash of white light blinded her. The door didn't move.
She tried again with the same result. She didn't notice the sound coming from her throat -a muffled, strangled moan. She tried the door again and a sob came out. Then she turned around and saw him standing there. His face was amused, angry, hurt and confused. He covered it. 'I thought I told you stay with me.'
'You've trapped me here!'
'Shh. You'll wake the children.'
'You've trapped me in my own home!'
Ruthivan crossed the room and lifted her into his arms. He looked at her with a pitying smile and nodded. 'With good reason, look at you. I can't let anything happen to the two of you.'
They got into the bedroom and Ruthivan laid her down before pulling his sleeping potion from a drawer. Claire knew the rest of the story and didn't bother to protest as the cloth covered her nose. She fell into a forced sleep, feeling him caressing her cheek. She heard his words as if from a dream, 'I won't let you out of my sight. Our people should never be alone. You'll never be apart from me again. You'll never be alone. I'll be there for you, forever.'
Dropping Hints
Ruthivan listened to his wife reading the same passage over and over again. If she kept reading it, she'd finally get it and understand. He'd drill it into her head by rote force of will. She had to understand -there was no leaving, or going away, or breaking their bond. There were doing what was proper and right, they were ensuring the survival of their people and their people's heritage. This was right.
He watched her flames die and his heart clenched in agony. It was the final end, the way he knew all of Claire's happiness had dried up and vanished like a dandelion seed in a tornado. This was not what he wanted. He wanted the Claire he'd known for three hundred years - the one with beautiful lilac flames that licked and flowed around her skin. The one with bright eyes of sparkling amethyst, a coquettish smile, and softly spoken words. That was what he had been promised by her parents ages ago. But this all was his fault. He helped her go on adventures those many years ago. He helped her get her head wrapped up in a world to which they didn't belong.
Ruthivan watched her reading, every word coming from her mouth dry and caked with apathy. The Claire he wanted was in there, but buried so far down even he couldn't reach in and drag her out. She finished with the passage and turned to look at him. "Do you want me to read it again?" she asked.
He was struck by the sudden urge to cry out. He wanted to take her in his arms and tell her how sorry he was that she hurt, that he was only doing this for her own good. He wanted her to understand, but he knew that his care would fall on a soul beyond his touch. He would have to do something. "Would you like to take a walk with me?" he asked, extending what he hoped was an olive branch, a beginning.
"I think I just want to lay down."
"Claire, you just woke up not an hour ago."
"Do you want me to take a walk with you?"
"I want you to want it," he said, his frustration rising.
"I will do whatever you want me to do."
Ruthivan got hold of himself and stared at Claire, who looked back at him with a deadness in her gaze. He would have given almost anything to see a spark of life there, but what would return that spark would be his losing her. He'd rather have her dead inside than give her up to the world. At least he could work to bring her back and eventually see her happy again. This was only a temporary setback. Once she learned the way things worked, she would return to herself and be happy again. Yes. He wouldn't leave her side. He'd be there every step of the way, all for her and their family. He put on the only smile he could find in him and touched her cheek. "Come. Let's walk. Then, perhaps we can have your mother come for a visit, or your father." He held back his rage when she answered with an indifferent shrug.
He watched her flames die and his heart clenched in agony. It was the final end, the way he knew all of Claire's happiness had dried up and vanished like a dandelion seed in a tornado. This was not what he wanted. He wanted the Claire he'd known for three hundred years - the one with beautiful lilac flames that licked and flowed around her skin. The one with bright eyes of sparkling amethyst, a coquettish smile, and softly spoken words. That was what he had been promised by her parents ages ago. But this all was his fault. He helped her go on adventures those many years ago. He helped her get her head wrapped up in a world to which they didn't belong.
Ruthivan watched her reading, every word coming from her mouth dry and caked with apathy. The Claire he wanted was in there, but buried so far down even he couldn't reach in and drag her out. She finished with the passage and turned to look at him. "Do you want me to read it again?" she asked.
He was struck by the sudden urge to cry out. He wanted to take her in his arms and tell her how sorry he was that she hurt, that he was only doing this for her own good. He wanted her to understand, but he knew that his care would fall on a soul beyond his touch. He would have to do something. "Would you like to take a walk with me?" he asked, extending what he hoped was an olive branch, a beginning.
"I think I just want to lay down."
"Claire, you just woke up not an hour ago."
"Do you want me to take a walk with you?"
"I want you to want it," he said, his frustration rising.
"I will do whatever you want me to do."
Ruthivan got hold of himself and stared at Claire, who looked back at him with a deadness in her gaze. He would have given almost anything to see a spark of life there, but what would return that spark would be his losing her. He'd rather have her dead inside than give her up to the world. At least he could work to bring her back and eventually see her happy again. This was only a temporary setback. Once she learned the way things worked, she would return to herself and be happy again. Yes. He wouldn't leave her side. He'd be there every step of the way, all for her and their family. He put on the only smile he could find in him and touched her cheek. "Come. Let's walk. Then, perhaps we can have your mother come for a visit, or your father." He held back his rage when she answered with an indifferent shrug.
Phases of the Moon 2/2
Obediently, Claire read it and looked over at her husband. 'What do you want from me?'
'I want you to realize that what I'm are doing is for the good of our people. There can't be one to find the true homeland if there isn't one! And the one to find it is pure. Not a half-breed, not an Esper with a... celestial mongrel,' he spat.
'You don't care what I want.'
'Only because you want the wrong things, my love. You need to see clearly, and that will be my new task. I will help you see clearly why things are the way they are. Our bond, our marriage, our children; they are all important to the survival of our kind.'
'Forcing yourself on one who doesn't want you?'
Claire winced as Ruthivan crossed the space like a thunderclap. He grabbed her arm and shook her, his eyes going hard in a moment. 'What has gotten into you? Why do you keep saying such asinine garbage? We are married, we are mates, and that is permanent.' He finally let go of her and took a moment to clear his throat. He sat down at her side, smoothing the sleeve of her robe. 'Claire, I love you, I want you to love me, too. Love our family, love what we are, and have pride in the fact we are doing everything possible to help the passage in that book come true.' He leaned in to her, his nose on her cheek. 'Do you love me?'
Claire closed her eyes and took in a slow breath. She could tell him what she truly thought, but it would only send him into a rage. The quicksand rose up, enclosing her completely, cutting off her breath and clenching her soul. Her flames that had already been low, went out. She nodded her head slowly. 'Yes.'
'Good. Read it again.'
'I want you to realize that what I'm are doing is for the good of our people. There can't be one to find the true homeland if there isn't one! And the one to find it is pure. Not a half-breed, not an Esper with a... celestial mongrel,' he spat.
'You don't care what I want.'
'Only because you want the wrong things, my love. You need to see clearly, and that will be my new task. I will help you see clearly why things are the way they are. Our bond, our marriage, our children; they are all important to the survival of our kind.'
'Forcing yourself on one who doesn't want you?'
Claire winced as Ruthivan crossed the space like a thunderclap. He grabbed her arm and shook her, his eyes going hard in a moment. 'What has gotten into you? Why do you keep saying such asinine garbage? We are married, we are mates, and that is permanent.' He finally let go of her and took a moment to clear his throat. He sat down at her side, smoothing the sleeve of her robe. 'Claire, I love you, I want you to love me, too. Love our family, love what we are, and have pride in the fact we are doing everything possible to help the passage in that book come true.' He leaned in to her, his nose on her cheek. 'Do you love me?'
Claire closed her eyes and took in a slow breath. She could tell him what she truly thought, but it would only send him into a rage. The quicksand rose up, enclosing her completely, cutting off her breath and clenching her soul. Her flames that had already been low, went out. She nodded her head slowly. 'Yes.'
'Good. Read it again.'
Phases of the Moon 1/2
Claire sat in the living room, a book in her lap, ignoring from the corner of her eye the fact that Ruthivan was sitting and staring at her. She kept reading the same passage over and over again:
"And when the one is brought forth, strong of mind and might, a seeker of true and noble heritage, and pure lineage, it is then our home shall be rediscovered. The quest to end all quests, the battle to end all battles, and we will find our way home. Our world to rebuild, our posterity safe as our progenitors desired. Espers in harmony with Espers, destructive hands far from our boundless lives. Pure lands to extend into perpetuity unchanging."
'I read it,' Claire said quietly. 'Again,' he demanded. 'This time read it aloud.'
Claire sighed and read the passage. She ended up in the living room after a night under heavy sedation. She'd woken up completely healed, barely remembering the cloth clapped over her face that made her groggy. Barely remembering the healer she didn't know, the esper who came into the room with the same feelings as Ruthivan. Barely remembered being healed completely, restored, and having magic worked on her to make her incredibly fertile. She did, however, recall as the sedative wore off, the promise. 'If anything happens to this little one, we'll have to ensure you're kept ... calm.'
'Again.'
'Ruthivan, I don't need to-'
'Read it AGAIN.'
"And when the one is brought forth, strong of mind and might, a seeker of true and noble heritage, and pure lineage, it is then our home shall be rediscovered. The quest to end all quests, the battle to end all battles, and we will find our way home. Our world to rebuild, our posterity safe as our progenitors desired. Espers in harmony with Espers, destructive hands far from our boundless lives. Pure lands to extend into perpetuity unchanging."
'I read it,' Claire said quietly. 'Again,' he demanded. 'This time read it aloud.'
Claire sighed and read the passage. She ended up in the living room after a night under heavy sedation. She'd woken up completely healed, barely remembering the cloth clapped over her face that made her groggy. Barely remembering the healer she didn't know, the esper who came into the room with the same feelings as Ruthivan. Barely remembered being healed completely, restored, and having magic worked on her to make her incredibly fertile. She did, however, recall as the sedative wore off, the promise. 'If anything happens to this little one, we'll have to ensure you're kept ... calm.'
'Again.'
'Ruthivan, I don't need to-'
'Read it AGAIN.'
Current Character Description - Zeros do' Mtor
An elven figure stands before you, veiled forever in the shadows of drow skin. His body is six feet tall, topped with short hair as pale as bone. A long, hooded cloak is fastened about his neck with a small onyx rose. Its torn black fabric sometimes blowing in the wind. He wears a pair of leather bracers and a suit of drow chainmail, his strong legs protected by reinforced shinguards. In his hand he often carries a small book, its old jacket made of worn brown leather, its pages near cracking. His face, when seen from below the dark hood, was once useful.. but now, its dark flesh is scarred diagonally over the nose.
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An drow of slightly aged appearance. Dark skin, shiny and taught. White hair, whispy, ragged and tangled. A weathered face, sunken eyes reflecting a slight sadness. A mild aura of cheekiness, a grin that defies age. Low key garb of the shadowy kind, slinking in and out of unseen cracks and fissures without a sound. Ever looking around, surveying the area, this mischevious creature seems to fuel herself on nervous energy. A strange scar encircles her small throat, almost circumfrentially...
Current Character Description - Jackal
Jackal spent most of his life growing up on the streets of the docks district in Neverwinter. After spending most of his teenage years as a petty thug and mercenary for hire he came across a copy of the Cyrinishad one day and started reading it, suddenly the world started making sense now, he could understand why everyone he met seemed so stupid. Seeking out a way to bring the words of Cyric the One and All to the people. He sought out the Church of Strife, the highest authority when it comes to the word of Cyric Now he spends his days spreading the word of Cyric to the unenlightened, and cleansing the realms of the heretics.
Current Character Description - Wendy Wendelin
A peculiar woman in both appearance and attitude. She stands a tall 7 feet with a slight hunch in her posture, though she moves with an easy graceful gait. Blue and white tattered priestess robes are wrapped tightly around her shapely body. A film of dust coveres her skin, robes and feathered backpack. Her short spiky brown hair caked with dirt sticks out in every direction. Her face is tanned a light brown and betrays her youthfulness in its features. Through her bright mischevious yellow eyes a certain world-weary dullness can be seen. The corners of her lips are twitched up slightly in a permanent amused smirk. Her arms are also tanned and contained many battle scars from a previous life as a fighter. Forgotten religious writings are tattooed on the back of her hands. A gleam of blueish light occassionally passes over them and the symbol of Mystra that she wears proudly on her neck.
Regaining control
The lie shot Ruthivan's mind to the breaking point right then and there. But there was more - oh so much more. The hole went deeper still. She lied about going to see her mongrel children, lied about seeing that man who had taken her pure esper heritage from her. He forced her beneath him and conquered her. He then forbade her to see those other species she called children and exclusively forbade her to see Gilean. Then she said no.
Ruthivan grabbed Claire by the arm, his grip causing her to wince. She was his to command. His to control. He could only imagine Gilean had given her some sort of spine to stand up against what he wanted from her. He'd have to tear it out of her. When she started saying that she didn't love him, wanted to leave him, wanted to break their bond- Ruthivan saw red. No more so than when she'd admitted she'd rid her body of having children. She didn't want more children -with him.-
"Thank you for telling me," Ruthivan said, touching her stomach. "We'll get that fixed."
"You can't fix it," she'd said.
"We are creatures of magic. We can fix -anything.-" And disgust crept onto her face.
Ruthivan hadn't used his drugs in a long time. That was what made him special - he was his own chemist. Before, he'd helped espers escape by having concoctions that, when poured, would knock a man flat on his back at twelve paces. His most recent uses were to knock Claire on her back and force the bond upon her. Once he'd broken her, he'd had no need to do that. This, however, caused him to pull a vial from his bedside table. Before she even knew, she was half-intoxicated from inhaling his potion.
"Another thing," he said, half to himself. "That half-breed and his mother living behind us are in too close of proximity. They're leaving." He didn't care that it was his son, Askari living there too. The boy was dead to him. Claire looked up at him with hazy eyes. "But Gilean, they're our kids," and she passed out. Ruthivan flew into a silent rage.
Ruthivan grabbed Claire by the arm, his grip causing her to wince. She was his to command. His to control. He could only imagine Gilean had given her some sort of spine to stand up against what he wanted from her. He'd have to tear it out of her. When she started saying that she didn't love him, wanted to leave him, wanted to break their bond- Ruthivan saw red. No more so than when she'd admitted she'd rid her body of having children. She didn't want more children -with him.-
"Thank you for telling me," Ruthivan said, touching her stomach. "We'll get that fixed."
"You can't fix it," she'd said.
"We are creatures of magic. We can fix -anything.-" And disgust crept onto her face.
Ruthivan hadn't used his drugs in a long time. That was what made him special - he was his own chemist. Before, he'd helped espers escape by having concoctions that, when poured, would knock a man flat on his back at twelve paces. His most recent uses were to knock Claire on her back and force the bond upon her. Once he'd broken her, he'd had no need to do that. This, however, caused him to pull a vial from his bedside table. Before she even knew, she was half-intoxicated from inhaling his potion.
"Another thing," he said, half to himself. "That half-breed and his mother living behind us are in too close of proximity. They're leaving." He didn't care that it was his son, Askari living there too. The boy was dead to him. Claire looked up at him with hazy eyes. "But Gilean, they're our kids," and she passed out. Ruthivan flew into a silent rage.
Subservient, Obediant, Broken
Claire had seen Gilean exactly twice. The first time, he seemed lost, lonely in some strange way. That first time he questioned her about her relationship with Ruthivan. She'd been guarded. It was none of his business that her husband was controlling and obsessed. The second time she came after mirin told her about the three-way marriage. She came to look at his face because she couldn't fathom him being happy. He was defensive. This time, it was none of her business that he wanted Sanria all to himself but couldn't manage to fight off Colin. Exactly twice. And Ruthivan had been watching.
She came home after her second visit to Gilean and stayed out of sight. She quietly took stock of her life: four children with Ruthivan, a torn out uterus for birth control (Ruthivan felt it their sole duty to repopulate the entire realms to help the esper population rebound), a marriage she loathed, a bond to which she was a slave. She kept memories of Gilean close at hand- happy he'd found happiness, sad it wasn't with her. She pulled herself out of the thought. That time had long passed.
At last, she crept into the bedroom and slipped into bed - hoping Ruthivan had gone to sleep- but the speed with which he turned to face her let Claire know he'd been waiting. His eyes were dark rubies glittering hard. His face was pinched with anger and his voice, even his breath, trembled in rage. 'Where were you today?'
There was no love here. Before, he'd tried at least to teach her to love him. He let her decide on her own whether to stay or go. A very magnanimous gesture... only the already had a bond that linked them and children who needed them. She'd stayed. Slowly, though, his old self had returned. She belonged to him- property. She hadn't noticed how bad things were until they were so far gone she was beyond hope or help. She was neck deep in quicksand and still sinking. Now? She looked at the contorted face and as dispassionately as you please, lied. 'I went to see Mirin and Matinus.'
She came home after her second visit to Gilean and stayed out of sight. She quietly took stock of her life: four children with Ruthivan, a torn out uterus for birth control (Ruthivan felt it their sole duty to repopulate the entire realms to help the esper population rebound), a marriage she loathed, a bond to which she was a slave. She kept memories of Gilean close at hand- happy he'd found happiness, sad it wasn't with her. She pulled herself out of the thought. That time had long passed.
At last, she crept into the bedroom and slipped into bed - hoping Ruthivan had gone to sleep- but the speed with which he turned to face her let Claire know he'd been waiting. His eyes were dark rubies glittering hard. His face was pinched with anger and his voice, even his breath, trembled in rage. 'Where were you today?'
There was no love here. Before, he'd tried at least to teach her to love him. He let her decide on her own whether to stay or go. A very magnanimous gesture... only the already had a bond that linked them and children who needed them. She'd stayed. Slowly, though, his old self had returned. She belonged to him- property. She hadn't noticed how bad things were until they were so far gone she was beyond hope or help. She was neck deep in quicksand and still sinking. Now? She looked at the contorted face and as dispassionately as you please, lied. 'I went to see Mirin and Matinus.'
Settling into Understanding
Understandably, the tension in the cavern was thick in the air. Sanria knew things wouldn't be perfect and had anticipated much of the jealousy and slight rankling which pervaded the couple's... no... triple's home. She knew within only a few days that the frustration level was on it's way to terminal, and so she called a meeting. The three of them sat at the kitchen table - she and Colin on one side, Gilean on the other.
It had been rather quickly decided that neither man wanted the affection to stop, but couldn't seem to handle seeing the other the object of that affection. As the ironed out that wrinkle, Orn, in search of milk, came into the kitchen. Sanria's heart sank at the avoidance, Orn deftly kept his eyes averted, back turned. "Orn, do we make you uncomfortable?" she asked.
"It's just... weird," he replied. And weird it was. How was this to ever work if her own son couldn't handle it?
Sanria stared down at the table, barely noting Orn coming to her side.
"Oh Mom, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
"You are honest... that is a positive thing."
"No, I mean, I know things have been tough for you... for all of you. I'm happy you guys are happy, you know. Really, that's all I want, is to see you happy, Mom." The words were a light salve to the wound.
"Thank you, Orn." And she was rewarded with an embrace.
"I love you Mom, I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry about being honest, Orn. What feelings I feel because of it are my own."
Orn left and as though a spell had been cast, Colin relented. They made arrangements that were impossible only moments before - working out the arrival of the new baby with ease. Even when Gilean admitted his lack of prior parenting, Colin looked on him with understanding and compassion. Mirin arrived and in short order made apologies to her father for her own unkindnesses. Sanria would never have expected such a turning point in the midst of what started as potential tinderbox.
The final point, the spot where Sanria knew they were going to be okay, was when Colin rose, and left the room to let her talk to Gilean alone. They hadn't wanted one another alone with her since the Eosos side moved in. And now... Sanria's heart warmed. Certainly, things would still be difficult from time to time... but progress had come faster than she had anticipated, and everyone was settling into understanding.
It had been rather quickly decided that neither man wanted the affection to stop, but couldn't seem to handle seeing the other the object of that affection. As the ironed out that wrinkle, Orn, in search of milk, came into the kitchen. Sanria's heart sank at the avoidance, Orn deftly kept his eyes averted, back turned. "Orn, do we make you uncomfortable?" she asked.
"It's just... weird," he replied. And weird it was. How was this to ever work if her own son couldn't handle it?
Sanria stared down at the table, barely noting Orn coming to her side.
"Oh Mom, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
"You are honest... that is a positive thing."
"No, I mean, I know things have been tough for you... for all of you. I'm happy you guys are happy, you know. Really, that's all I want, is to see you happy, Mom." The words were a light salve to the wound.
"Thank you, Orn." And she was rewarded with an embrace.
"I love you Mom, I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry about being honest, Orn. What feelings I feel because of it are my own."
Orn left and as though a spell had been cast, Colin relented. They made arrangements that were impossible only moments before - working out the arrival of the new baby with ease. Even when Gilean admitted his lack of prior parenting, Colin looked on him with understanding and compassion. Mirin arrived and in short order made apologies to her father for her own unkindnesses. Sanria would never have expected such a turning point in the midst of what started as potential tinderbox.
The final point, the spot where Sanria knew they were going to be okay, was when Colin rose, and left the room to let her talk to Gilean alone. They hadn't wanted one another alone with her since the Eosos side moved in. And now... Sanria's heart warmed. Certainly, things would still be difficult from time to time... but progress had come faster than she had anticipated, and everyone was settling into understanding.
Arise Children of Lord Kekfa
It was a dark night in the Stronghold.. Everyone was asleep in their bunk beds... And suddenly, a loud booming voice can be heard. "They shall be my finest warriors, these men who give of themselves to me. Like clay I shall mould them and in the furnace of war forge them. They shall be of iron will and steel sinew. In great armor I shall clad them and with the mightiest weapons they will be armed. They will be untouched by plague or disease; no sickness shall blight them. They shall have such tactics, strategies and machines that no foe can best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Tripower. They are the Defenders of Vector. They are my Knights and they shall know no fear."
And all was quiet once again.
No fool will mistake that voice for they know it is Lord Kefka's..
The Army shall rise once against to take the Realms.
And it has already begun...
And all was quiet once again.
No fool will mistake that voice for they know it is Lord Kefka's..
The Army shall rise once against to take the Realms.
And it has already begun...
Current Character Description - Mason Stonehammer
A muscular man stands here. Not a normal man though. Shiny metal wings extend from his back. Long blonde hair stops right below his chin. His eyes glow a bright yellow. He spreads his wings as he stretches his arms and yawns. Blue and red markings are extremely faint on on his right shoulder but there is an obvious symbol of some sort that use to be there. On his left shoulder there is an image of a block O with an X and an I in the middle of it. Still faint but more obvious than the image on his other shoulder. His wings engulf his entire body and suddenly disappears into thin air. He has left the realm..... Or has he.
The End... But a new Beginning - Final Chapter
The corpse of Mason, decayed and lifeless, washes ashore in Vector territory. Vectorian soldiers pick up what's left of his body and take it to their clan hall. When they arrive they drop the corpse inthe middle of their clan hall and yell, "Grab the drinks boys and girls it's time to celebrate! We have delivered what is left of the Tripower leader!" The guards begin to dance around the corpse spitting and pouring their beers on it. The celebration echoes through their clan hall. Xeptimus enters the room and sees everyone cheering and dancing. One of the guards hand Xeptimus a beer. Xeptimus stabs the guard to death and drinks the beer, "Have some respect people! Even though he was an enemy he was the leader of Tripower. Don't you fools know I could have killed him while he was here?!" Xeptimus picks up the corpse and walks away. The celebration has suddenly turned into a room of confusion. Xeptimus places Mason's remains in front of their healer. The healer chants a few words and a few wounds close but no life enters the body. The healer sighs. Xeptimus takes Mason's body and puts it in an empty chamber and closes the door. As Xeptimus locks the door a hand pushes him in the back, "I see you have tried to bring him back to life." Klaus says,"I was invisible and saw you take him to the healer." Xeptimus draws his sword but before he can strike Klaus disappears. A voice says,"Relax brother, I just want to know why?" Xeptimus answers, "He is our enemy but he was a great person in the battlefield. What is left of Tripower if he is gone? We all know that they are rebuilding their ranks and I hate to say this but I believe Mason can join our battle and make a difference against our enemies or whom ever stands in our way." Klaus appears out of thin air and says, "Grab what is left of Mason and let's take a walk." Xeptimus picks up Mason's body. Klaus snaps his fingers and chants a few words and suddenly a gate appears in the room. "After you." Klaus says as he motions Xeptimus to enter the gate. Xeptimus enters the gate and disappears and soon after, Klaus follows and the gate closes. They appear atop of one of the highest mountains in Vector. Klaus looks over the mountain edge and notices sharp rocks and says, "This is perfect. Put his body by the edge and back away. Give me a few moments while I work my magic." Xeptimus places the body of Mason where Klaus stands and backs away. Klaus kneels over Mason's body and opens his wings. He chants many words and bright multi-colored lights suddenly appear around Klaus. Xeptimus tries to see what is happening but the lights are far too bright. Klaus yells some words and suddenly the lights disappear. Klaus closes his wings, stands and claps the dust off his hands. Klaus kicks the body of Mason over the edge. "What!!!" Yells Xeptimus as he runs toward the edge. Klaus raises his hand to stop Xeptimus from coming too close to the edge and says, "Wait brother and stand back." Suddenly a streak of yellow rises from the mountain base and heads towards the sun. Like a bolt of lightning coming from the heavens, the streak crashes in front of them causing a huge dust cloud making Klaus and Xeptimus shield their eyes. When the dust clears there is a figure in the center of a meteor size hole in the ground. Klaus nods to Xeptimus and Xeptimus moves toward the figure. The figure is surrounded by mirror like shields. The shields move away from its body and then retract to its back. "It's Mason!!!" Xeptimus exclaims. Mason stands up and stretches. He looks completely different. His body looks like a human but metal shiny wings extend from his back. They move around as if they are one with Mason. Mason's black hair is gone and replaced with bright blonde hair that stops to his chin. His eyes are as bright as a bolt of lightning. He flaps his metal wings and starts to walk towards Klaus and Xeptimus. Xeptimus begins to draw his sword but for some reason stops. Mason puts his hand on Xeptimus' shoulder and nods. He then walks towards Klaus and does the same but says, "Thank you. We are now friends." Mason starts to flap his wings and his body lifts from the ground. He waves to both of them and slowly fades out of existence. Klaus looks over to Xeptimus and notices that his mouth is wide open in amazement. Xeptimus turns to Klaus and asks, "What the hell just happened?!" Klaus answers, "I created the best thing that could happen to us."
The End... But a new Beginning - Part 3
Mason wakes up covered in his own blood but alive. He looks around and notices that the graveyard near by looks to be the one next to his home. He tries to stand and but his legs are too weak. He sees a dead rabbit near by and crawls to its corpse. He drinks the blood but spits it out immediately. Mason shakes his head in disgust and screams, "What have they done to me!" In the distance a passerby hears him scream and runs to town and alerts the guards. The guards pick up the broken body of Mason and deliver him to Tripower hall. Mason is rushed to the healer, Finora and his wounds disappear. When he wakes up, he slowly gets up and starts to walk his clan hall. He noticed that the clan hall is silent. The only noise he hears are the chefs cooking and the guards chatting about the barmaids. No other clan mates in sight. He realizes how much Tripower has changed over the moons. Mason walks towards the guards and asks, "Why was there no one from our clan out to find me?" The guards just shrug their shoulders and go about their conversation of the barmaids. Mason shakes his head and heads toward the main entrance. When he steps foot outside the clan door he is hit in the back of the neck with a blunt object and falls to his knees. He turns around and noticed that it is his own guards! The guards pick him up and say, "They have weakened you and we have orders to kill you. You are of no use to Tripower." The guards repeatedly stab Mason with their swords, leaving his body in a pile of his own blood. "He's dead. No pulse, no breathing and no use for us. Let's finish the job and dispose of his body." One of the guard say. They pick up Mason's corpse and drag it to the highest cliff of Torregiano and throw it into he deep sea.
To Be Continued.....
To Be Continued.....
The End... But a new Beginning - Part 2
Mason wakes up in a dark empty room. "Hello?" He yells but only echoes follow. He paces around the room and grins. He mutters some words to himself and tries to open a gate to his home town but nothing happens.... He tries again and again but only failure follows. Out of frustration he throws himself against the cold stoney wall. "Tough to escape with no powers." A voice says. Mason replies, "Who speaks and why cannot I see in the dark or cast my spells to escape?!" Xeptimus appears from nothing in front of Mason. Mason grabs Xeptimus and bites his neck. Xeptimus laughs and throws Mason across the dark room. "You cannot even break the flesh boy! You are powerless here, remember! You are not even a lich anymore but just a weak puny human." Xeptimus says while laughing. Xeptimus picks up the groggy Mason and drags him out of the dark room. "Wake up boy!" Xeptimus yells as he slaps Mason across the face. "Do you know I am the leader of Tripower!?" Mason yells. Xeptimus grins and turns away from Mason and raises his hands,"My fellow clan mates. Here before us is one of the leaders of Tripower." The room fills with light revealing that the room is filled with Vector soldiers. Mason tries to escape but he is securely chained to the floor. "You are a fool Mason. Do you not understand you have be They have blinded you by the fact that they are superior to all other clans. Vector has stayed silent too long and now it is time to show the realm that we are back and stronger than ever!" Xeptimus exclaims. Mason replies back, "That isn't true! I will be back and have your head hung on our clan wall!" Xeptimus bashes Mason knocking him unconscious......
To Be Continued.......
To Be Continued.......
Stuck in the Middle with Two
In the intervening time that followed the announcements to the children, young and adult, that their parents were going to be living together, Sanria split her time between Colin and Gilean. Neither had questions about the other, but there always seemed just a hint of competitiveness in Colin, and overflowing care from Gilean; each seemed to be seeking his place in this strange new relationship. They hadn't even moved in together.
Already Sanria was exhausted. They were vastly different from one another, and she had to adapt daily to their particular nuances and behaviors. In a way, it was going to be nice to have everyone under the same roof. They would all be in proximity much of the time, making the smattering of desperation at full days apart vanish. But how would the small gestures of affection be handled between two men who just recently were ready to fight? If she hugged Colin in front of Gilean, or kissed Gilean on the cheek with Colin nearby... did she just give no affection at all and leave both wondering if they'd done something wrong?
There was no right answer. Not yet. And what about her time to herself? Her work in the castle that she sometimes found herself doing at home, where would that now fall? She'd tried to have a day to herself, but Gilean balked. He didn't want to be alone on what was supposed to be their time. She gave in easily and spent her time as agreed.
Though many may have thought the situation ideal, Sanria was finding herself worried, anxious, and concerned. Such an arrangement was not just sex and love - it was care and patience and effort. More effort by far than just a single marriage. It was as if Sanria could see into the future, and had revealed before her the fact that her time was no longer just her own, nor was her body, nor her feelings. She was struck with the realization that she had bitten off far more than she could chew.
Already Sanria was exhausted. They were vastly different from one another, and she had to adapt daily to their particular nuances and behaviors. In a way, it was going to be nice to have everyone under the same roof. They would all be in proximity much of the time, making the smattering of desperation at full days apart vanish. But how would the small gestures of affection be handled between two men who just recently were ready to fight? If she hugged Colin in front of Gilean, or kissed Gilean on the cheek with Colin nearby... did she just give no affection at all and leave both wondering if they'd done something wrong?
There was no right answer. Not yet. And what about her time to herself? Her work in the castle that she sometimes found herself doing at home, where would that now fall? She'd tried to have a day to herself, but Gilean balked. He didn't want to be alone on what was supposed to be their time. She gave in easily and spent her time as agreed.
Though many may have thought the situation ideal, Sanria was finding herself worried, anxious, and concerned. Such an arrangement was not just sex and love - it was care and patience and effort. More effort by far than just a single marriage. It was as if Sanria could see into the future, and had revealed before her the fact that her time was no longer just her own, nor was her body, nor her feelings. She was struck with the realization that she had bitten off far more than she could chew.
Current Character Description - Raistlin
Wrapped in a mass of grey cloaks, a frail and sickly man stands before you. His flesh is pale and gaunt, but his grip is firm around a staff that stands taller than him.. with a small gem at its pinnacle.
A glance at his face would show a man whose age is magically extended beyond the natural limits.. But his eyes, glowing in the faintest of light, are those of golden hourglasses.
A glance at his face would show a man whose age is magically extended beyond the natural limits.. But his eyes, glowing in the faintest of light, are those of golden hourglasses.
Weird but Cool
Matinus sat in his room and looked over his books. He had to decide which ones to take, which ones would fit into his suitcase and still leave room for clothes. Not that he had many anyway. He was excited anyway and not because his family was moving to the place where Orn lived, but because he could see, for the first time on his parents face, that they really loved each other.
It was weird for him, feeling things other people felt. He didn't know he could do it, he didn't know why, but the longer he sat with someone, if he looked at them, he could feel some of what they felt. Today, while Sanria and Gilean sat in front of him, telling him that they were going to be halfway married to Colin (a fact that made him ask Gilean if he was marrying Colin - an emphatic no there - whew), all of a sudden, they weren't nervous anymore. All of a sudden, they were in love... like, really in love.
He watched them look at each other and smile and hold hands and felt it like a piece of fabric on his skin- whisper thin and light, then wrapping around him warmly. They said they loved each other before. He knew they kinda meant it, but this was different. Matinus didn't know what changed, or even why, but this time it was real.
He paused in his packing to sigh as Nioma came into his room for the seventeenth time to say they were moving. 'I know, Nioma. Go pack.' It was a little tiring, feeling her crazy energy each time she came tornadoing into his room. She left and Matinus could think again, and his smile came back unbidden. He didn't know what it would mean to have a dad, a kinda dad, Orn as his real big brother right there for him to talk to any time he wanted, Mirin there whenever he wanted to be around her, to be an uncle, to be an adventurer in the woods, by a water fall, by a stream, in a cavern... but he did know that his family was going to be together... and that was the best part of the whole thing.
It was weird for him, feeling things other people felt. He didn't know he could do it, he didn't know why, but the longer he sat with someone, if he looked at them, he could feel some of what they felt. Today, while Sanria and Gilean sat in front of him, telling him that they were going to be halfway married to Colin (a fact that made him ask Gilean if he was marrying Colin - an emphatic no there - whew), all of a sudden, they weren't nervous anymore. All of a sudden, they were in love... like, really in love.
He watched them look at each other and smile and hold hands and felt it like a piece of fabric on his skin- whisper thin and light, then wrapping around him warmly. They said they loved each other before. He knew they kinda meant it, but this was different. Matinus didn't know what changed, or even why, but this time it was real.
He paused in his packing to sigh as Nioma came into his room for the seventeenth time to say they were moving. 'I know, Nioma. Go pack.' It was a little tiring, feeling her crazy energy each time she came tornadoing into his room. She left and Matinus could think again, and his smile came back unbidden. He didn't know what it would mean to have a dad, a kinda dad, Orn as his real big brother right there for him to talk to any time he wanted, Mirin there whenever he wanted to be around her, to be an uncle, to be an adventurer in the woods, by a water fall, by a stream, in a cavern... but he did know that his family was going to be together... and that was the best part of the whole thing.
Excerpts
Excerpts from Vorcet's notes regarding the Shadow Temples
the 20th of Kythorn 1280
I have spent several days inspecting the ruins of the temple on the floating island along with a few other people. We have determined that the pillars move and this is the key to something within the temple Everything points to this. A single spirit flits around the ruins, taunting us with his constant movement. The small child at the entrance tells us very little, but am convinced that they know far more than they have let on.
the 29th of Kythorn 1280
We were correct about the pillars. The new version of the temple we were transported to is bustling with activity. A sect of monks inhabits the grounds. The monks act as protectors, guarding the temple from the creatures that live in the surrounding area. We have taken up training with the monk in an attempt to learn more about these temples.
the 3rd of Flamerule 1280
The training has been rigorous and incredibly physical. The spirits in the temple act as a test for the endurance of the soon to be monk. We have not managed to catch one yet, but believe we are close.
the 10th of Flamerule 1280Through careful questioning of the other monks we have figured out what is required to take our next step in unraveling the puzzle that is the temples. We now know that the temples act as a gateway to all manner of realms, but most importantly the Shadow Realms. The place that Lord Shadow brought his floating city during Karsus' Folly.
the 21st of Flamerule 1280
I have returned home to the castle to contemplate all I have learned of the temples. In order to progress we need to find the head Nexus Monk to learn the secrets of transversal to the shadow realms. The third version of the temple grounds houses the shackled spirit of Karsus himself. Forever imprisoned for his folly. I wonder what we could learn from him if he were not completely mad.
the 20th of Kythorn 1280
I have spent several days inspecting the ruins of the temple on the floating island along with a few other people. We have determined that the pillars move and this is the key to something within the temple Everything points to this. A single spirit flits around the ruins, taunting us with his constant movement. The small child at the entrance tells us very little, but am convinced that they know far more than they have let on.
the 29th of Kythorn 1280
We were correct about the pillars. The new version of the temple we were transported to is bustling with activity. A sect of monks inhabits the grounds. The monks act as protectors, guarding the temple from the creatures that live in the surrounding area. We have taken up training with the monk in an attempt to learn more about these temples.
the 3rd of Flamerule 1280
The training has been rigorous and incredibly physical. The spirits in the temple act as a test for the endurance of the soon to be monk. We have not managed to catch one yet, but believe we are close.
the 10th of Flamerule 1280Through careful questioning of the other monks we have figured out what is required to take our next step in unraveling the puzzle that is the temples. We now know that the temples act as a gateway to all manner of realms, but most importantly the Shadow Realms. The place that Lord Shadow brought his floating city during Karsus' Folly.
the 21st of Flamerule 1280
I have returned home to the castle to contemplate all I have learned of the temples. In order to progress we need to find the head Nexus Monk to learn the secrets of transversal to the shadow realms. The third version of the temple grounds houses the shackled spirit of Karsus himself. Forever imprisoned for his folly. I wonder what we could learn from him if he were not completely mad.
All the Pretty Poly's in a Row (2/2)
"Sanria, I don't think this is a joking matter," Gilean said.
For the first time in a while, both men looked to be in agreement. It motivated Sanria even more to keep up the ruse. The deflation of tension was a blessed relief. "There is no other way out of this without one of you harming the other more than has already been done with your words and actions. So, you want to force my hand, you've done it. This is what we will do. I've tried it the way both of you have begged me to, and it's not working."
"You are serious?" Gilean asked in a halting voice.
"This... will work. You two will have to become friends once more and learn to trust one another again." She walked to the fountain in the foyer and sat on its edge. "Please, by all means, if you know of another way that the two of you can live with and not slay one another, offer it up. Either that, or someone backs down and lets go of their own will, not by force."
Honestly, Sanria sat with all intention of this being the breaking point. This would be what solved the problem because one of them would certainly back down and let go. The men seemed perplexed, questioning her, trying to push her from the absolute center in which she'd placed herself. She wasn't about to budge. She'd tried choosing, no one listened. Now, the choice was theirs. And if they didn't choose, she'd leave them both.
Then, Gilean spoke. "I'll accept this... proposition of us all living together." Sanria barely caught her mouth from falling open. That was not the answer she'd anticipated. Not at all. Then Colin's quiet: "I can't lose you... if this is what it takes..."
"Are you - listen to the two of you! Neither will back down and you're willing to... to agree to..." She couldn't even bring herself to say the words. She'd never been a Sunite, but this was everything she'd heard stories of from Kaliadra and seen in the temple of Sune by the Holy Grove.
"I can't lose you, Sanria," Colin said.
"I won't let him tear our family apart," Gilean said.
She tried backing out of what she'd proposed, after all, Sanria reasoned, this wasn't what she'd truly meant for them to choose. No man in his right mind would choose such a thing. But when she saw just how serious each was, just how hurt they were by the thought of being alone, Sanria closed her eyes and shook her head. How Kaliadra's goddess had crept into her life, Sanria didn't know. But polyamory sat there, grinning at Sanria with a wink. The bottom line was... she'd never actually officially left EITHER of them. A minor oversight that now left her realizing that the druids never bothered to ask when she married Gilean. This... was going to be a whole new experience for...Mrs. Stone-Eosos. Sanria shook her head and sighed. What the hell, Why not?
For the first time in a while, both men looked to be in agreement. It motivated Sanria even more to keep up the ruse. The deflation of tension was a blessed relief. "There is no other way out of this without one of you harming the other more than has already been done with your words and actions. So, you want to force my hand, you've done it. This is what we will do. I've tried it the way both of you have begged me to, and it's not working."
"You are serious?" Gilean asked in a halting voice.
"This... will work. You two will have to become friends once more and learn to trust one another again." She walked to the fountain in the foyer and sat on its edge. "Please, by all means, if you know of another way that the two of you can live with and not slay one another, offer it up. Either that, or someone backs down and lets go of their own will, not by force."
Honestly, Sanria sat with all intention of this being the breaking point. This would be what solved the problem because one of them would certainly back down and let go. The men seemed perplexed, questioning her, trying to push her from the absolute center in which she'd placed herself. She wasn't about to budge. She'd tried choosing, no one listened. Now, the choice was theirs. And if they didn't choose, she'd leave them both.
Then, Gilean spoke. "I'll accept this... proposition of us all living together." Sanria barely caught her mouth from falling open. That was not the answer she'd anticipated. Not at all. Then Colin's quiet: "I can't lose you... if this is what it takes..."
"Are you - listen to the two of you! Neither will back down and you're willing to... to agree to..." She couldn't even bring herself to say the words. She'd never been a Sunite, but this was everything she'd heard stories of from Kaliadra and seen in the temple of Sune by the Holy Grove.
"I can't lose you, Sanria," Colin said.
"I won't let him tear our family apart," Gilean said.
She tried backing out of what she'd proposed, after all, Sanria reasoned, this wasn't what she'd truly meant for them to choose. No man in his right mind would choose such a thing. But when she saw just how serious each was, just how hurt they were by the thought of being alone, Sanria closed her eyes and shook her head. How Kaliadra's goddess had crept into her life, Sanria didn't know. But polyamory sat there, grinning at Sanria with a wink. The bottom line was... she'd never actually officially left EITHER of them. A minor oversight that now left her realizing that the druids never bothered to ask when she married Gilean. This... was going to be a whole new experience for...Mrs. Stone-Eosos. Sanria shook her head and sighed. What the hell, Why not?
All the Pretty Poly's in a Row (1/2)
Never. That was the answer to Sanria's question: Did you ever expect this to happen? She had gone with Gilean as he stormed through the Grove, down the roads, and to the cavern; pleading the whole way that he stop and work with her to determine a better way. Instead, he veritably dragged her along, repeating the same refrain, "No, this has to stop. I will make him stop."
They stood there, Orn and Mirin both looking too worried to leave them to their own devices, and only reluctantly doing so. And it was as she had anticipated - Gilean and Colin standing toe to toe - the gladiator and the priest. "Sanria's not leaving Colin and you need to stop this immediately!"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. You can't bully Sanria into leaving. She is my wife, we have a family, we have a child."
It was already spiraling, and Sanria had been around Colin long enough to know what the tensing jaw meant. She also had been around Gilean for enough time to understand what the flash of anger in his eyes meant.
"Please," she said. "None of us need to do this... there has to be an- other answer than... this."
"Exactly, Sanria. Gilean just needs to accept your decision and leave this house."
"She's only making that decision because you have forced her into it by not leaving her alone. Now you WILL leave her alone. Do you hear me?"
"Is that so," Colin said, tilting his head. "...or what?"
Sanria's stomach lurched. She had to do something, and quickly. There was no way to tell whether or not Gilean would win by magic, hurting or killing Colin, or Colin would win by beating Gilean with physical strength alone. How things had come to this point, she didn't quite understand, but here they were, and she had to do something.
She stepped between the two of them and asked each what he could do if she chose them. Neither of the bullheaded men was prepared to let go. "Fine. Then I choose both of you," she said simply, and walked to the side to stare at both of the dumbfounded men. She didn't mean it, not really, but the expressions on both of their faces let her know that she had succeeded where her pleading had not. "We can all move in here, together. There's plenty of room in the cavern. I will divide my time evenly between the two of you. Saturday, or Sunday if you prefer, I will alternate."
She pulled her bluff with righteousness and every tone of a leader and businessperson. She held her head high as she spoke the words, even while her heart was racing. "You can't be serious..." Colin said. "In this way, we will have peace and harmony and everyone will have what they want."
They stood there, Orn and Mirin both looking too worried to leave them to their own devices, and only reluctantly doing so. And it was as she had anticipated - Gilean and Colin standing toe to toe - the gladiator and the priest. "Sanria's not leaving Colin and you need to stop this immediately!"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. You can't bully Sanria into leaving. She is my wife, we have a family, we have a child."
It was already spiraling, and Sanria had been around Colin long enough to know what the tensing jaw meant. She also had been around Gilean for enough time to understand what the flash of anger in his eyes meant.
"Please," she said. "None of us need to do this... there has to be an- other answer than... this."
"Exactly, Sanria. Gilean just needs to accept your decision and leave this house."
"She's only making that decision because you have forced her into it by not leaving her alone. Now you WILL leave her alone. Do you hear me?"
"Is that so," Colin said, tilting his head. "...or what?"
Sanria's stomach lurched. She had to do something, and quickly. There was no way to tell whether or not Gilean would win by magic, hurting or killing Colin, or Colin would win by beating Gilean with physical strength alone. How things had come to this point, she didn't quite understand, but here they were, and she had to do something.
She stepped between the two of them and asked each what he could do if she chose them. Neither of the bullheaded men was prepared to let go. "Fine. Then I choose both of you," she said simply, and walked to the side to stare at both of the dumbfounded men. She didn't mean it, not really, but the expressions on both of their faces let her know that she had succeeded where her pleading had not. "We can all move in here, together. There's plenty of room in the cavern. I will divide my time evenly between the two of you. Saturday, or Sunday if you prefer, I will alternate."
She pulled her bluff with righteousness and every tone of a leader and businessperson. She held her head high as she spoke the words, even while her heart was racing. "You can't be serious..." Colin said. "In this way, we will have peace and harmony and everyone will have what they want."
Character Biography - Mystra
Mystra is the goddess of magic, which makes her one of the most powerful deities in the Realms. Known also as the lady of Mysteries, she is said to have tought the first spellcaster of the realms, and to have enabled many of the races to use magic. During the Time of Troubles Mystra was destroyed and recreated as a mortal names Midnight who took the mantle of goddesshood and the goddess's portfolio. At this time Mystra's stated alignment shifted from Lawful neutral, maintaining the balance towards the udes and purpose of magic. She retains her home among the clockwork plans of Nirvana, though whether she will leave for a more goodly plane of find her own attitudes changed to reflect her duties remains to be seen. She is aided in her work by Azuth, the god of wizards. Mystra's symbol was a blue-white star before the coming of the Avatars, and now is a circle of starts in a ring, with a red mist rising towards the center. Both symbols are still in use. Unlike Cyric, Mystra seems to be playing a long term game, for while she is as new a power as he, she has taken all the trapping of her predecessor to keep the peace with her worshippers. Before the time of Trouble, Mystra was portayed only as a prismatic will-o-the-wisp,capable of using any spell known in the realms. Since then, her portrayal has been of her human form with radian skin.
Character biography - Sune Firehair
Sune Firehair is the goddess of beauty,love, and passion. She is said to be the fairest of the gods, and when she represented, she is shown as the most beautful woman in the Realms, with sweeping, radiant red hair and incredible charms. Her symbol is her face that of the flame haired maiden.
Sune is of chaotic and good alignment, and dwells in the plance of Arvandor, home of the Elven Pantheon. She is said to share the waters of her sacread pool, the evergold, with the elven goddess Hanali Celanil, and a friendly rivalry exists between the two over the innate superioruty of elven versus him beauty.
Sune is of chaotic and good alignment, and dwells in the plance of Arvandor, home of the Elven Pantheon. She is said to share the waters of her sacread pool, the evergold, with the elven goddess Hanali Celanil, and a friendly rivalry exists between the two over the innate superioruty of elven versus him beauty.
Current Character Description - Seive
Live in this world, that's full of greed?
The rich and the poor, the have and the need.
I am the one, who will bring the Light,
I am the one who will continue the fight.
From the shadows, from the dark,
The Angel of Death, I spread my mark.
The mark of pain, of my heart torn,
The mark of a new Era to be born.
Love I lost, but strength I've gained,
The will to fight, to carry pain.
From the shadows, from the dark,
On a long cold journey I embark,
The time will come, the time draws near,
Beware my foes, you will know fear.
I am Seive.
The rich and the poor, the have and the need.
I am the one, who will bring the Light,
I am the one who will continue the fight.
From the shadows, from the dark,
The Angel of Death, I spread my mark.
The mark of pain, of my heart torn,
The mark of a new Era to be born.
Love I lost, but strength I've gained,
The will to fight, to carry pain.
From the shadows, from the dark,
On a long cold journey I embark,
The time will come, the time draws near,
Beware my foes, you will know fear.
I am Seive.
Current Character Description - Cyel Webshadow
A dark skinned boy with stark white hair. He wears loose dark clothing to help him to slink through the shadows and blend in. His eyes are completely white and usually hidden behind the hood of a cloak. He appears to be six or seven years of age, but his mind is sharp and defiant. Lost in a world of his own memories most of the time, he occasionally comes out of hiding to play and run around. He wears a signet ring on his hand bearing a shadow caught in a web.
Current Character Description - Sfen Brightlance
Before you stand a man envelloped in a dark mist. His glowing bloodshot eyes and shining white fangs are the only disernable things you can make out. As you walk closer, a cold evil feeling chills you to the bone, and gold and platinum coins strewn at his feet. His clothing of a soft black silky material shimmers softly.
Current Character Description - Retyon Brightlance
A young man with medium brown hair cut short enough so his curls don't show. His emerald green eyes sparkle brightly. He has grown to be a good-sized man, his body, tanned and muscular under the clothes he wears. His face is clean-shaven except for a goatee, which he keeps neat. A small scar over his right eye adds to his boyish charms.
He wears a sleeveless shirt, showing the tanned muscles of his arms. He carries a shield slung over his shoulder bearing the head and rattle of a snake. A sword hangs from his belt alongside a couple belt pouches. He wears a pair of well-worn shoes on his feet.
He wears a sleeveless shirt, showing the tanned muscles of his arms. He carries a shield slung over his shoulder bearing the head and rattle of a snake. A sword hangs from his belt alongside a couple belt pouches. He wears a pair of well-worn shoes on his feet.
Current Character Description - Rasma Pestolencia
Before you stands a man, whose once hardened face is now more solomn. He stands proud, at a height of about six feet, with a commanding stature. He wears only the best of equipment, much of it enchanted by the forces of Pestilence, of which he has sworn his life. On his right shoulder you notice a large tattoo, depicting a battle between two beasts, one white, and the otherblack, if your knowledge of the scrolls is correct, this is the Battle of Fallow, a great battle between the Stream and the Pestilence, of which the Pestilence was overthrown due to cowardice on the Brotherhood's side. Around his neck lies a locket, inside of which there are two pictures, one of Nikolette, Rasma's first child, and the other of Mirage, his one and only true love. As you step closer, an eerie mist apears in front of your face, and in it comes the horrid grin of Rasmi, Rasma's trusted dragon. From no where, she slowly materializes, and blows a small ring of fire at you.
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The Hoard
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Tripower Kingdom
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Vectorian Empire
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Area directions by level range
From Westbridge Market Square (MS) to endpoint (EP)
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Baldur's Gate (Forgotten Realms)
Dwarven Day Care (01-05) (Great Realms)
Blackstaff Tower(Forgotten Realms)
Azoun's Project (Great Realms)
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All / Public
Baldur's Gate (Forgotten Realms)
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Levelling
Dwarven Day Care (01-05) (Great Realms)
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- 24e11n14e
- 107en (open north) 4n2w4n2w3n2e3n3e6n2w3n2w12n5wnwn2w9nw2n9e2nwne2nwne3n2u2nene3nd The Village of Mist
- 107en (open north) 4n2w4n2w3n2e3n3e6n2w3n2w12n5wnwn2w9nw2n2enw6ne2ne2n2e2n2en3end2ne2nd3nesdesw2s2e2dwsed6nen3e
- 24e11n18w3nw2nw8nw5n3w18n (open north) n3w (pass door) 4n (open west) w
- 23s2w3u (enter portal) 2s (open down) 5dn (open down) d
- 23sw (open west) w3u (enter portal)
- 19ws2w2sws3wn3wn
- 7en
- 107en (open north) 4n2w4n2w3n2e3n3e6n2w3n2w12n5wnwn2w9nw2n2w3n2w17n3wn7w17n (open north) 4nwnw3nw2nwnw6nw3nw7nw2nw2n (open north) nw5nw2n (open north) 2nw3nw3nwnd2e5nwnwu2wd3w3nw2n3e3s2es3neuend3nwu
- 15ne2ne4nse3s (enter pool)
- 15n5en
- 10e4s2es2ed3ne3swse3sd9s2us (open south) 4s
- 45e3nu2eunw2une3d5n
- 15n5en
- 18s2ese
- 10e7nd6n
- 10e4s2es2ed3ne4swse3sd4se2s3w5uwnw10unw3n2u
- 15n5e6nen
- 110es4es (open south) 5s2e5s2ese2se2ses2ese (enter circle)
- 34e21n
- 107en (open north) 4n2w4n2w3n2e3n3e6n2w3n2w12n5wnwn2w9nw2n2w3n6wn2w17n12w9nw2nwu
Hero
Blackstaff Tower(Forgotten Realms)
- 107en (open north) 4n2w4n2w3n2e3n3e6n2w3n2w12n5nwn2w9nw2n2w3n6wn2w17n12w8nwu
- 16nun (open down) d
- 10e4s2es2eds4und5nu
- Enter portal (Only possible when the portal is opened at MS)
- 110es4es (open south) 5s2e5s2ese2se2ses2e2s3eses2e6s2e2sese3sdsuwusws3wsw2sese2ses2e2s6enu5es2es2esen4en2enu2en3e3nenede2n6enenenueueun2enuenu2nwdn2wndnuwnwnu2nenund8esed7e3ne2nunenendn2ene2nen2e5n2uw
- 15ne2ne4n2wsws
Other/Not listed under areas command
Azoun's Project (Great Realms)
- 15nwun
- 24e6ne
- 19ws2w2sws3wnwn
- 110es4es (open south) 5s2e5s2ese2se2ses2e2s3eses2e6s2e2sese3sdsuwusws3wsw2sese2ses2e2s6enu5es2es2esen4en2enu2en3e3nenede2n6enenenueueun2enuenu2nws
- 24e11n18w2n
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