The song, abundantly rich to my sense for its lyrics, its soft vocals and the dreamy quality of the ashwood instrument that played to accompany, told of a home coming rewarded by sunlight. Such meaning to song that touched my heart.
The Lady Goldenheart's voice spoke to me through the charming delivery of the elf Jinella and was easily deserved of a gift in return, an amulet of the highest calibre and protection, one blessed by Pelor himself that had been passed to me by my guardian Barratiel.
She promised me a magical token of the song in braid that could be attached to wing. I would allow it, it would be a first. My flight and movement, ruffle and stretch would sing and make music with that beautiful song once crafted and linked. Now I too would make music as I strode to make gentle duet with another.
Such joy.
"Where Angels Dare"
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As the divine light washed over me, the black dragon's corpse disintegrated into the ground and I felt something unusual. I felt a strange sense of atonement washing over me, bringing new strength and renewal of my past plight and a shortening of the long road of redemption I have been travelling, perhaps to soon find favour again. I could only hope.
It was an eve of great portent and meaning. The Sister of the moonlight, Ana, priestess of Eilistraee together with her friends and supporters had banished the dark dragon and with blessed moonlight annointed those present with her love and goodwill for helping her.
I am guilty of using the symbolism of that eve to my advantage and hurried Kelth home to conduct special task.
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Meetings earlier had brought home to me the importance of living for the now.
Tyria's news was joyful but it also brought forward my own desires. She and I also had quiet words concerning her interest in Kelth and I believe we came to understanding. I was not angry. I think she understood the McEwans position which will not change. I offered my support given her condition. I blessed and shielded her with my aura and while enjoying quiet talk and embrace to the beach of Thalasia with my husband, I suddenly found myself hurting badly. She had recklessly travelled to Nifflheim.
Hildmor found me and returned the amulet of Pelor from Jinella that I had so recently gifted in payment for her song of the home coming. She had fallen victim to an evil attack. It brought a sadness to me that such a beautiful soul and voice was no longer, that I should never hear that song from her own lips again. The wing song-braid never transpired. All I have is the secondary memory now set to a sensate stone.
Kelth's news was disconcerting as well. The scout is sourced and I learned a little about him, this search can now proceed. I stand ready too to help others concerning the Eladrin and rescue of the children from the Tanna'ri.
On matter of personal sensate ambitions I had quiet word with Fargul while the drowess and her friends danced in the moonlight. Fargul agreed to help me experience something only done twice, both times to manage the emotions and physicality of pain and anger. The third time I wished to make it in the safe company of a highly experienced friend for no other reason than just to 'do' it.
It was an eve of great portent and meaning. The Sister of the moonlight, Ana, priestess of Eilistraee together with her friends and supporters had banished the dark dragon and with blessed moonlight annointed those present with her love and goodwill for helping her.
I am guilty of using the symbolism of that eve to my advantage and hurried Kelth home to conduct special task.
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Meetings earlier had brought home to me the importance of living for the now.
Tyria's news was joyful but it also brought forward my own desires. She and I also had quiet words concerning her interest in Kelth and I believe we came to understanding. I was not angry. I think she understood the McEwans position which will not change. I offered my support given her condition. I blessed and shielded her with my aura and while enjoying quiet talk and embrace to the beach of Thalasia with my husband, I suddenly found myself hurting badly. She had recklessly travelled to Nifflheim.
Hildmor found me and returned the amulet of Pelor from Jinella that I had so recently gifted in payment for her song of the home coming. She had fallen victim to an evil attack. It brought a sadness to me that such a beautiful soul and voice was no longer, that I should never hear that song from her own lips again. The wing song-braid never transpired. All I have is the secondary memory now set to a sensate stone.
Kelth's news was disconcerting as well. The scout is sourced and I learned a little about him, this search can now proceed. I stand ready too to help others concerning the Eladrin and rescue of the children from the Tanna'ri.
On matter of personal sensate ambitions I had quiet word with Fargul while the drowess and her friends danced in the moonlight. Fargul agreed to help me experience something only done twice, both times to manage the emotions and physicality of pain and anger. The third time I wished to make it in the safe company of a highly experienced friend for no other reason than just to 'do' it.
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One ray of light I saw, in all the news of tragedy, need for help, tasks to sort, people to talk to, people in pain from old and new wound...one small slither of sunshine in all of that to bring joy to the senses.
And it made me smile despite the slam of door, the angry word, the sight of scars and the compassion they invoked. I could not help. It had been tried already without success.
I felt, yet again, quite useless.
But for that ray of light, the day would have ended bleak and with worry. Our own task to find and put end to a soul no longer deserving of mercy, always delayed, put aside for the immediate concerns, the firefighting of others problems. When do mine get resolved?
I had made a new friend that day, I touched this friend.
I learned of a new life and a new light that will shine for the greater good.
Blessed be it was a reason to smile and be happy despite the rest.
Pelor shine your light on him, his family, protect and guide him true to help us
And it made me smile despite the slam of door, the angry word, the sight of scars and the compassion they invoked. I could not help. It had been tried already without success.
I felt, yet again, quite useless.
But for that ray of light, the day would have ended bleak and with worry. Our own task to find and put end to a soul no longer deserving of mercy, always delayed, put aside for the immediate concerns, the firefighting of others problems. When do mine get resolved?
I had made a new friend that day, I touched this friend.
I learned of a new life and a new light that will shine for the greater good.
Blessed be it was a reason to smile and be happy despite the rest.
Pelor shine your light on him, his family, protect and guide him true to help us
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It felt good to feel useful, satisfying to destroy a number of Corwyn's collected weapons of 'evil' by flying over the lava lake to let them tumble to bubble and boil in the molten pool. Conversely, knowing I held their equal and opposite as my own stock, I felt charged with new purpose as if an invisible hand of balance has tipped to the right and just direction.
One blight on the landscape however was that to reach adequate point, deep to the Abyss required a hard battle, something I was used to, but I had not expected to be caught in a suite of nasty traps laid outside one cave of respite that, on exiting, Corwyn and I fell foul of. We had been followed, caught a glimpse of one well covered person in distance too far to identify. I can only assume it was this person, but on whose instructions I wonder?.
Luckily, we were reasonably well protected from the worst effects and could continue our mission without too much more interruption.
One blight on the landscape however was that to reach adequate point, deep to the Abyss required a hard battle, something I was used to, but I had not expected to be caught in a suite of nasty traps laid outside one cave of respite that, on exiting, Corwyn and I fell foul of. We had been followed, caught a glimpse of one well covered person in distance too far to identify. I can only assume it was this person, but on whose instructions I wonder?.
Luckily, we were reasonably well protected from the worst effects and could continue our mission without too much more interruption.
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Seclusion and time have not lessened the man's feelings for me indeed I realised they had become more acute.
I saw a familiar face in the market and I made a beeline to him to find out how he is, to catch up.
His change is harsh for him and....I have to confess...he seems barely the man I once knew.
It started off well enough...until his behaviour became more and more odd.
Luckily, Kelth was not there this time or a fight would have ensued...a fight of...hmm..how did he put it territory and claim of mate. Yet...what have I done to deserve this? Temptation in a smile and a little companionship?
I still can hardly believe it.
He would rend Kelth...as my mate...and any offspring of his...and though he stated he bore no threat to me by so saying he would hurt Kelth or our child -is- a threat.
Nothing I said of my love and marriage appeased his...harsh unyielding fury of emotion, nor swayed this supposed love he says he feels for me...I do not understand this...not at all. It is not a love I comprehend.
I must keep my distance. I did not intend to be his temptation....merely a good companion and friend...but his blood urges it seems are too great....once more I find myself useless to aid other than to remove myself from his company....it saddens me so.
Dearest silent guardian, friend...a voice in the shadows was there offering support after the strong grip to my arm loosened, when I would not follow with away and the man finally moved on.
Talek, this offer of protection of yours is not one I can allow...with a shuddering breath I turned to the shadows and spoke quietly of my distress to the hidden friend....and agreed upon the advice offered. Not for myself, but for my love. I do not...believe he would harm me...the threat is to Kelth and our 'offspring'.
Dear Pelor...not again....I will -not- allow it again.
The sight of that woman Linda, another blast from the past but far less welcome....a promise made not used, now tenuous perhaps...my guardian of the shadows was spotted. Damn her. This tested my own control so soon after the incident with Talek.
I headed to a quiet place and he followed and I told him what I knew...the links to Rastak and the threat from -that- direction too. Thank the gods there are people like him around.
I saw a familiar face in the market and I made a beeline to him to find out how he is, to catch up.
His change is harsh for him and....I have to confess...he seems barely the man I once knew.
It started off well enough...until his behaviour became more and more odd.
Luckily, Kelth was not there this time or a fight would have ensued...a fight of...hmm..how did he put it territory and claim of mate. Yet...what have I done to deserve this? Temptation in a smile and a little companionship?
I still can hardly believe it.
He would rend Kelth...as my mate...and any offspring of his...and though he stated he bore no threat to me by so saying he would hurt Kelth or our child -is- a threat.
Nothing I said of my love and marriage appeased his...harsh unyielding fury of emotion, nor swayed this supposed love he says he feels for me...I do not understand this...not at all. It is not a love I comprehend.
I must keep my distance. I did not intend to be his temptation....merely a good companion and friend...but his blood urges it seems are too great....once more I find myself useless to aid other than to remove myself from his company....it saddens me so.
Dearest silent guardian, friend...a voice in the shadows was there offering support after the strong grip to my arm loosened, when I would not follow with away and the man finally moved on.
Talek, this offer of protection of yours is not one I can allow...with a shuddering breath I turned to the shadows and spoke quietly of my distress to the hidden friend....and agreed upon the advice offered. Not for myself, but for my love. I do not...believe he would harm me...the threat is to Kelth and our 'offspring'.
Dear Pelor...not again....I will -not- allow it again.
The sight of that woman Linda, another blast from the past but far less welcome....a promise made not used, now tenuous perhaps...my guardian of the shadows was spotted. Damn her. This tested my own control so soon after the incident with Talek.
I headed to a quiet place and he followed and I told him what I knew...the links to Rastak and the threat from -that- direction too. Thank the gods there are people like him around.
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The 'flock' rose as one, soaring high, wings broad and sweeping, spanning widely but rarely imposing on its adjacent companions flying close and in synchronous formation. The miles were travelled in relative silence but for the movement of the wind and beating wing.
This was a battalion of an elite celestial winged guard that also included a few higher ranking generals joining force in the advance to bolster their numbers in the hope of turning the course of the assault to their favour. This was the fourth such call to battle in the campaign and their losses thus far had been heavier than anticipated. Their objective this time was to mount aerial siege against a heavily defended mountain fortress to where a necromancer sorcerer had retreated as his last bastion of defence against Pelor's army.
The vanguard assault aimed to weaken and act to distract against the ranged fireball and negative energy attacks thrown from the fortress' high walls and towers by the necromancer's minions upon the foot and mounted warriors, the rumbling warmachine that was approaching as main attacking force from the ground.
Naya'il joined them to lend her scythe, might and soul to Pelor's cause, flying in support of two of Pelor's generals; the solar Sorath, her father, and Barratiel, her guardian and planetar friend. This was her second battle with them, having left Sigil City and her husband's side upon request of her father. It had been opportunity she could not let pass being a true test of her mettle, skill and calling and a means to grow closer to the near-stranger that was her father. All the training under her husband's lead and command effectively as 'foot-warrior' could barely prepare her for this aerial campaign. So it was Kelth too who was also being tested as Naya'il joined Sorath to battle.
Her wings spread large and strong, brilliant white in the glare of the pure sunlight that the divine flying warriors drew with prayer and blessing to light the path and clear the skies of the dark and grey cloud that had gathered. The sun mark on her cheek tingled strongly as she flew through the bright light, the icey winds bracing against her face, causing her lips to curve to an almost grimacing smile. She added her own prayer-burst of sun rays to slam down upon the stone wall of one dark tower to blind her approach from her intended foe.
"In the name of Pelor!"
Naya'il cried out as she swooped down with heavy beating wing to bring a strong slice of the scythe's sharp blade across a gargoyle's throat. The fresh blood splattered across the breast plate of her shining armour and caught the wingtips of the leonal guardinal baring down on a fiendling mage readying another fireball. A few feathers singed darkly before Naya'il's companion-in-arms roared and hurled the creature over the tower's parapet to crush upon rocks below.
The two winged celestials held ground to fight against more advancing enemy that began to swarm upwards from lower walls in attempt to evict the pair from the gained sidetower. As her guardian commanded the other elites to secure the other three towers, Sorath flew around and above to bark his aerial orders, keeping eye upon the advancing ground force up the mountain and the flying battalion's progress upon the fortress' armed turrets.
This was a battalion of an elite celestial winged guard that also included a few higher ranking generals joining force in the advance to bolster their numbers in the hope of turning the course of the assault to their favour. This was the fourth such call to battle in the campaign and their losses thus far had been heavier than anticipated. Their objective this time was to mount aerial siege against a heavily defended mountain fortress to where a necromancer sorcerer had retreated as his last bastion of defence against Pelor's army.
The vanguard assault aimed to weaken and act to distract against the ranged fireball and negative energy attacks thrown from the fortress' high walls and towers by the necromancer's minions upon the foot and mounted warriors, the rumbling warmachine that was approaching as main attacking force from the ground.
Naya'il joined them to lend her scythe, might and soul to Pelor's cause, flying in support of two of Pelor's generals; the solar Sorath, her father, and Barratiel, her guardian and planetar friend. This was her second battle with them, having left Sigil City and her husband's side upon request of her father. It had been opportunity she could not let pass being a true test of her mettle, skill and calling and a means to grow closer to the near-stranger that was her father. All the training under her husband's lead and command effectively as 'foot-warrior' could barely prepare her for this aerial campaign. So it was Kelth too who was also being tested as Naya'il joined Sorath to battle.
Her wings spread large and strong, brilliant white in the glare of the pure sunlight that the divine flying warriors drew with prayer and blessing to light the path and clear the skies of the dark and grey cloud that had gathered. The sun mark on her cheek tingled strongly as she flew through the bright light, the icey winds bracing against her face, causing her lips to curve to an almost grimacing smile. She added her own prayer-burst of sun rays to slam down upon the stone wall of one dark tower to blind her approach from her intended foe.
"In the name of Pelor!"
Naya'il cried out as she swooped down with heavy beating wing to bring a strong slice of the scythe's sharp blade across a gargoyle's throat. The fresh blood splattered across the breast plate of her shining armour and caught the wingtips of the leonal guardinal baring down on a fiendling mage readying another fireball. A few feathers singed darkly before Naya'il's companion-in-arms roared and hurled the creature over the tower's parapet to crush upon rocks below.
The two winged celestials held ground to fight against more advancing enemy that began to swarm upwards from lower walls in attempt to evict the pair from the gained sidetower. As her guardian commanded the other elites to secure the other three towers, Sorath flew around and above to bark his aerial orders, keeping eye upon the advancing ground force up the mountain and the flying battalion's progress upon the fortress' armed turrets.