* Kelth staggers, as he limps on with his injured leg. The caking of old dried blood, both his own, that of foes and innocents, cracks slightly as he gasps, hearing a familiar voice shouting his name.
His mind is numb, so many innocents died by his hands...-again-...his Draconic blood roars in aftermath of the comet's effect. Images flash through his mind. People making demands, people trying to change him, primal anger roaring in his inner core, but only to be doused by sadness and sorrow. He sobs, trying to clear his throat, trying to shout, which fails at first...a hoarse, soft uttering of her name...Odette...
Kelth grits his teeth, shaking his head, attempting to harness his Bardic arcane in a powerful shout, though battered and broken in it's sound for certain...*
"ODEEEEETTE!"
Shards Of History
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*WhenWizardsWar
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//we need to meet in game for the conclusion it should only take an hour,, maybe two. By the way what are the rest of our hero's up too? The story isn't quite over yet!
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*Brindas
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Brindas paces his clinic. His drawn face glances about every shadow as he tends to patients, until nightfall, when he instead paces his room.WhenWizardsWar,Jun 15 2015 wrote: //we need to meet in game for the conclusion it should only take an hour,, maybe two. By the way what are the rest of our hero's up too? The story isn't quite over yet!
A gaunt digit traces the fire place, his gaze drawn to its flame. He stares into the fire for perhaps a moment, perhaps a minute, perhaps an hour. Eventually he forces his gaze from the fire. "Not yet..." he whispers. "Not until there is no hope. I will trust in her. She will return. Vyse may not, Greg may not, Quinn may not... but I will believe in her until there is simply no way she is alive."
He gazes to the fire once more, seeing his reflection in the flames. "You won't get me that easily," he speaks to the flame, clutching desperately at the holy symbol around his neck. "Protect me, comfort me, even as I protect and comfort those nearby. Don't let this fire sear my soul, Mourning Lord. Grant me the strength to believe... and... grant me the strength to resist temptation to save them with my soul as bait if my belief is in vain."
He then thrusts himself into a seat - it has been nearly a week without sleep, without food, and yet, he was neither tired nor hungry. He would endure, until there was nothing left to endure with.
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*Lucadia
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The Silver Haired Wizard found himself he could not settle. Even with the few days reprieve of rest, he spent his nights talking over with Quinn with various ideas. He felt as if he was an old worn torn solider, that lost his his place in life. There was only one more thing he could try to do. . Step back into the inferno.
Astral maps lay strewn about. Check lists of spells the two wizards could use. Medical supplies.
The past day, he could been seen popping in and out of his spelljammer in the Clerks Ward, installing various supplies for a possible trip to go very wrong.
The last, if not for its oddity, was balista sized harpoons, special made to be mounted. White oak, containing vials of holy water to burst upon impact.
(To Be Continued . . .)
Astral maps lay strewn about. Check lists of spells the two wizards could use. Medical supplies.
The past day, he could been seen popping in and out of his spelljammer in the Clerks Ward, installing various supplies for a possible trip to go very wrong.
The last, if not for its oddity, was balista sized harpoons, special made to be mounted. White oak, containing vials of holy water to burst upon impact.
(To Be Continued . . .)
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*DigitalDragoon
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Things had been busy since the return to Sigil. Deliberately so. Burying himself in busywork was a tactic he oft used when there when at a lost, especially in his younger years. A distraction from things best not dwelt too heavily upon. It rarely accomplished much to ease the cloying feelings of guilt.
"Don't worry."
"Have faith in them"
"They can take care of themselves."
Such were the encouragements offered by the others on their return. He tried his best to believe it. Put on a cheerful facade for their comrades. Of course it would be alright. Odette. Kelth. No one would argue their tenacity or resourcefulness.
Could they escape without the portal though?
Late in evenings, Quinn fret about it. Restless he had spent the last few evenings debating with Argent about what could be done, if anything, to help their lost friends. Planning and theories spun long into the night, ending only when the elf finally went to take Reverie.
No matter how many times he turned the smudged stone between his hands, he could not blame Odette for staying behind. She had chosen to join her beloved and possible die by his side. A tiny bitter ember of jealously guttered inside at the though. It was a fate he had occasionally wished to have been able to choose, so very long ago. It hardly mattered. She was gone now and it was entirely his fault. He was told Kelth had vanished, swallowed up by the foggy forest. Was he even still alive? The old mage cursed himself. If only he had not gone off and been captured. If he had not taken complete leave for his senses they could have at least taken time to mount a proper search. Such thoughts were not ones he could share with others.
Sleep offered no respite from such ideas either. Images of what could be playing out over and over. Lost and wounded, two voices crying out for one another across a pyroclastic hellscape. Suffocating. Burning. Howls of a dying world and dark claws dragging the two apart. He'd barely been able to prepare spells yesterday.
A sudden blast of cold water startled Quinn from his brooding state. The ship's ever so helpful attempt at reminding him of her presence. A series of flickering lights played over the main floor. A pattern he had come to recognize as an apology. That or an inquiry as to weather or not he needed some sunlight too. The ship's antics were indication enough that it was time focus on other things. The last time he ignored her ended with potting soil being dumped on him. "I-I am fine. Really! No more water thank you!"
He summoned one of the spare towels from the bathroom to dry off his hair and bath robe with before wandering out to the bridge. He paused to study the elf and his star charts. "You are unable to rest either..?"
"Don't worry."
"Have faith in them"
"They can take care of themselves."
Such were the encouragements offered by the others on their return. He tried his best to believe it. Put on a cheerful facade for their comrades. Of course it would be alright. Odette. Kelth. No one would argue their tenacity or resourcefulness.
Could they escape without the portal though?
Late in evenings, Quinn fret about it. Restless he had spent the last few evenings debating with Argent about what could be done, if anything, to help their lost friends. Planning and theories spun long into the night, ending only when the elf finally went to take Reverie.
No matter how many times he turned the smudged stone between his hands, he could not blame Odette for staying behind. She had chosen to join her beloved and possible die by his side. A tiny bitter ember of jealously guttered inside at the though. It was a fate he had occasionally wished to have been able to choose, so very long ago. It hardly mattered. She was gone now and it was entirely his fault. He was told Kelth had vanished, swallowed up by the foggy forest. Was he even still alive? The old mage cursed himself. If only he had not gone off and been captured. If he had not taken complete leave for his senses they could have at least taken time to mount a proper search. Such thoughts were not ones he could share with others.
Sleep offered no respite from such ideas either. Images of what could be playing out over and over. Lost and wounded, two voices crying out for one another across a pyroclastic hellscape. Suffocating. Burning. Howls of a dying world and dark claws dragging the two apart. He'd barely been able to prepare spells yesterday.
A sudden blast of cold water startled Quinn from his brooding state. The ship's ever so helpful attempt at reminding him of her presence. A series of flickering lights played over the main floor. A pattern he had come to recognize as an apology. That or an inquiry as to weather or not he needed some sunlight too. The ship's antics were indication enough that it was time focus on other things. The last time he ignored her ended with potting soil being dumped on him. "I-I am fine. Really! No more water thank you!"
He summoned one of the spare towels from the bathroom to dry off his hair and bath robe with before wandering out to the bridge. He paused to study the elf and his star charts. "You are unable to rest either..?"
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*WhenWizardsWar
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-The Death Of Illia-
(Keith and Odette can obviously ignore this for now as it hasnt hapened for then yet).
So much pain, so much hurt...so much presssure.
Illia shivers and shudders violently, as the elementals battle on both sides of the magma river threatening to split the prime in half. The prime takes a final deep breath, the pressure within to much to bare. The elementals give pause as a massive rip appears along Illias surface with frightening speed, the fissure is deep all the way to Illias core, which at this point housed unfathomable pressure which now comes racing outward...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYVOgCk2cm8
Illia is no more, but the prime material echos with its destruction, after all the obliteration of a prime material world is a significant occurance and Illias explosion will likely have reprecussions...
The prime material waits.....and watchs....
(Keith and Odette can obviously ignore this for now as it hasnt hapened for then yet).
So much pain, so much hurt...so much presssure.
Illia shivers and shudders violently, as the elementals battle on both sides of the magma river threatening to split the prime in half. The prime takes a final deep breath, the pressure within to much to bare. The elementals give pause as a massive rip appears along Illias surface with frightening speed, the fissure is deep all the way to Illias core, which at this point housed unfathomable pressure which now comes racing outward...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYVOgCk2cm8
Illia is no more, but the prime material echos with its destruction, after all the obliteration of a prime material world is a significant occurance and Illias explosion will likely have reprecussions...
The prime material waits.....and watchs....
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*Lucadia
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"No, not this night. I have the time differential worked out, give or take a few hours away from when we originally left. Blood Iron been coated on the ram of the ship. Swathing of cold varnish one the glass steel hull nearly complete.
Just need to tweak a few more of the thermal adjustments. Second control panel set to register you, Quinn , as the pilot in the case I get knocked out. Sending stone secured on deck for your use, materials for locate object magic on hand.
Now to initiate giving Brindas a crash course on channeling magic through the helm and. Oh, I need all three of you to help rebound the temporal magic to set us back.
One gate anchor , ready to be placed.
We leave..yesterday.
If we have to, we will find our way back home the long way, with those two . ."
Just need to tweak a few more of the thermal adjustments. Second control panel set to register you, Quinn , as the pilot in the case I get knocked out. Sending stone secured on deck for your use, materials for locate object magic on hand.
Now to initiate giving Brindas a crash course on channeling magic through the helm and. Oh, I need all three of you to help rebound the temporal magic to set us back.
One gate anchor , ready to be placed.
We leave..yesterday.
If we have to, we will find our way back home the long way, with those two . ."
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*DigitalDragoon
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"Alright. I just need to change into something abit more appropriate for this. H-hopefully taking over will not be necessary. Same procedure we went over yesterday, yes?"
He gives the indicated control panel a quick glance over before going to change into his proper robes and collect his spellbook. Best to have it on hand just in case. At this point he did not even question the chronomancy involved. Argent knew was he was doing and with luck and their preparations it would be enough.
He gives the indicated control panel a quick glance over before going to change into his proper robes and collect his spellbook. Best to have it on hand just in case. At this point he did not even question the chronomancy involved. Argent knew was he was doing and with luck and their preparations it would be enough.
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*Mausman
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4wluIS2b9s
* Illia screamed...Kelth knew it was too late...the portal had crumbled and Odette didn't manage to open another...this was it. Scar and his men fell, an attempt to buy Odette and him some time...
Odette struggled, not yet quite grasping what was about to happen. Kelth sheathed his blade, slowly glancing at her and taking her in a firm embrace. He was going to die and she would never know...he had to tell her...whilst their glances met another in that final fleeting moment.*
"Odette...know this, I..."
*Kelth finds himself carried by a large Crow, onwards to the Warrior's Hall. He is greeted by Ed and Hal, who roar with laughter as they tackle him and hug him on the ground. Vin pouring his horn of mead over them, bursting in laughter...and from a distance...a redheaded, fierce woman leans against a pillar, glancing at the men in their lovely re-uniting with a warm smile, though swiftly, her facial expression turns more serious. With a snap of her finger, the men grow silent...*
* Illia screamed...Kelth knew it was too late...the portal had crumbled and Odette didn't manage to open another...this was it. Scar and his men fell, an attempt to buy Odette and him some time...
Odette struggled, not yet quite grasping what was about to happen. Kelth sheathed his blade, slowly glancing at her and taking her in a firm embrace. He was going to die and she would never know...he had to tell her...whilst their glances met another in that final fleeting moment.*
"Odette...know this, I..."
*Kelth finds himself carried by a large Crow, onwards to the Warrior's Hall. He is greeted by Ed and Hal, who roar with laughter as they tackle him and hug him on the ground. Vin pouring his horn of mead over them, bursting in laughter...and from a distance...a redheaded, fierce woman leans against a pillar, glancing at the men in their lovely re-uniting with a warm smile, though swiftly, her facial expression turns more serious. With a snap of her finger, the men grow silent...*
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*Nimiane
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[color=515151]Running. Floating. Falling. There was nothing but darkness. Overwhelming. Alone. Odette could not remember a time before pain was known to her. There was an answer, what was it? A voice. His voice? She reaches for it. Gone. It seemed so important before. . . whatever 'it' was. So many loose threads. Tumbling. Screaming. Screaming. Spinning. Names, dates, places, faces. They dissolve into the dark. Had they ever existed at all? The pain rages on. Molten blood coursing through her veins, shattering subconscious thought. There was only the timeless dark and it's jagged, tormenting claws that ripped and shredded her flesh as everything else became evanesce.
Hours become days that seem to stretch on for eternity, limitless in the void of agony. Then... a coolness, stemming from an unknown source. An icy rush that tracked through molten chaos, and with the chilled embrace, came peace. Weightlessness. Caught on a breeze, the pain snaked away on tendrils of relief that only moments before had seemed impossible. Flying. Floating. Freedom. Departure. A wave, a current that headed in a direction unknown, engulfed in welcoming wings. No, not wings; a promise borne on silvery threads, a gown that sparkled like the stars. Arms outstretched, surrender. Everything that is, everything that was, is no more.
A question. A call on the wind. A choice.
The flicker of a twining red flame, the flashed smile of a golden-haired woman.
Peace fades, light dimming. The wave that carries her soul changes course, it's undulating current steering in a new direction, filling the canals of a lagoon that seemed familiar yet somehow inexplicably different. Thoughts, visions, memories pouring into a physical mold. Weightlessness slowly becomes weighted. Renewed. Invigorated. Haunted, but restored.[/color]
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Odette's oceanic gaze slowly flutters open, slightly bleary, to stare at the stone work of an unknown ceiling. Her vision slowly focuses on the familiar tear-streaked faces that hovered over her newly gifted body, the charred remains of her former self still and lifeless at her bare side.
[color=515151]Running. Floating. Falling. There was nothing but darkness. Overwhelming. Alone. Odette could not remember a time before pain was known to her. There was an answer, what was it? A voice. His voice? She reaches for it. Gone. It seemed so important before. . . whatever 'it' was. So many loose threads. Tumbling. Screaming. Screaming. Spinning. Names, dates, places, faces. They dissolve into the dark. Had they ever existed at all? The pain rages on. Molten blood coursing through her veins, shattering subconscious thought. There was only the timeless dark and it's jagged, tormenting claws that ripped and shredded her flesh as everything else became evanesce.
Hours become days that seem to stretch on for eternity, limitless in the void of agony. Then... a coolness, stemming from an unknown source. An icy rush that tracked through molten chaos, and with the chilled embrace, came peace. Weightlessness. Caught on a breeze, the pain snaked away on tendrils of relief that only moments before had seemed impossible. Flying. Floating. Freedom. Departure. A wave, a current that headed in a direction unknown, engulfed in welcoming wings. No, not wings; a promise borne on silvery threads, a gown that sparkled like the stars. Arms outstretched, surrender. Everything that is, everything that was, is no more.
A question. A call on the wind. A choice.
The flicker of a twining red flame, the flashed smile of a golden-haired woman.
Peace fades, light dimming. The wave that carries her soul changes course, it's undulating current steering in a new direction, filling the canals of a lagoon that seemed familiar yet somehow inexplicably different. Thoughts, visions, memories pouring into a physical mold. Weightlessness slowly becomes weighted. Renewed. Invigorated. Haunted, but restored.[/color]
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Odette's oceanic gaze slowly flutters open, slightly bleary, to stare at the stone work of an unknown ceiling. Her vision slowly focuses on the familiar tear-streaked faces that hovered over her newly gifted body, the charred remains of her former self still and lifeless at her bare side.