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Post by Killashandra on Dec 31, 2008 22:57:58 GMT -5
Ooc: dats good, dats really good...gonna be a spell for i can respond...dats good dats really good
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Post by Killashandra on Jan 1, 2009 15:47:53 GMT -5
Siendra was taken aback. Never, in all remembered history, had someone laid there life before another with such sincerity. She was at a loss on how to respond in a manner fitting the situation. Then it came to her.
She took the blade in both hands, allowing it to lay flat over her palms and kneeled bowing lower then Lionheart's frame, "As you have so sworn I to swear to be the hope for your people and the hope for this world. I offer up my light to cleanse you and my power to buffer you against the gale to come."
Her voice was strong and sure and her bearing proud.
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Post by Lionheart on Jan 4, 2009 14:05:01 GMT -5
A smile spread acrossed his lips.
"That is more then I could ever ask for, Milady."
He stood.
"Now, I do believe we have some business in the east."
He walked up the small flight of stairs that lead to a loft-like area, beckoning her to follow with a wave of his hand.
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Post by Killashandra on Jan 6, 2009 15:59:26 GMT -5
Siendra rose slowly and smiled benevolently at the man.
"Tis true child we do have work to do in the east but also here and in this time there is some to be done. The city, which has laid silent, must be awoken. This is a place built of sentinet stone and fairy blood. Not mortal hands and cleaven rock. MY herd must be returned to the plainsman and RushingWren must be brought home. As much as I wish to turn to the east duty still binds me in this here place. Now come brave LionHeart and we will bring this place f cold grey streets to sing again."
Power shone in her eyes and pride burst forth in her voice. The thought of the city as it once awas brought an unmistakable joy to the demigoddesses features.
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Post by Lionheart on Jan 20, 2009 20:38:02 GMT -5
A blush spread acrossed Lionheart's face
"Pardon me Milady, I got ahead of myself."
He sat down on a step near the top.
"What will you have me do to help?"
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Post by Killashandra on Jan 25, 2009 18:49:08 GMT -5
"For now good child nothing. I must call RushingWren to us. Come out side with me and we shall watch for her to cross into this plain one last time."
Siendra motioned for Lionheart to follow behind her.
Thinking:
My heart aches Killa thought silently. I feel split in two. I am no longer just myself. I feel pulled in more then one direction. On the outside I am no longer myself. I am a demi goddess from some odd world I do not remember. On the inside I am borth a proud plains women and this other person. How will I ever make this work.
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Post by Lionheart on Feb 1, 2009 2:55:07 GMT -5
Lionheart flowed down the stairs and ahead of Killa to open the door in a respectful fashion.
He could see the turmoil swirling behind her eyes. Inner conflict.
But who was he to help when he could not quell his own mind's storm.
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Post by Killashandra on Feb 1, 2009 18:58:03 GMT -5
With grace she accepted the manner in which Lionheart presented himself. She ducked through the door to stand in the street. The city was a sad expression of its previous glory. It had fallen into such sad ruin since the loss of magic. It was a shadow of its former self. The part of her that was Siendra wanted to weep even as Killishandra reveled in the sight before her. Having been risen to the plains such a place so full of stone and people was a spectacle she did not often experience. With a song that went unheard Killshandra called out to RushingWren with all that was her being and with the thunder of a thousand roiling skies a rip in space and time opened to admit the raging animal. Coat sleek and glistening, hooves stomping, eyes bright, snorting softly. -Am I welcome Kill?- RushingWren asked in the mind voice -Welcome you are- Siendra responded to both Killa and Rushing Wren’s surprise. The proud animal retreated a few steps and starred bewildred. -My lady?- -You lady I am proud one. I have been brought back as a companion you have known her life over. I am as much Killa, a plains women as I am Siendra a daughter of Rein.- RushingWren accepted this without thought. -May the herds return?- -They may- And at that the world shimmed and split and time ceased to continue. All was still as RushingWren ushered the ethereal horses of a time long gone home.
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Post by Lionheart on Feb 4, 2009 1:51:35 GMT -5
Lionheart remembered.
He remembered the beauty of the world when Humans were first created. He would know. He was one of the First Generation. It was so amazing. Full of wonder and life.
But it never got better. The Grace of the world dwindled and then he figured it out. They were corrupting it. Just their existence was leaking the taint.
That was when he and a few other humans turned to Rein.
They fought on his side, hoping that the taint could be removed from the planet. But that would mean that they themselves would have to be purged eventually.
Almost all of them met that fate. The only ones who didn't didn't subcum to their fate were Himself, and Dardus.
He almost got to see that his taint was stopped. He was so close to! That wound should have been fatal! HE SHOULD HAVE DIED! B-but, Rein had seemed to see something in him. He saved his life by making it eternal. Dardus was also granted immortality, he was the one who brought him from the battlefield where he should have ended his part in the worlds corruption, and tried to make him live.
Hes had to walk the world sense. Watching the world fall to a shadow of its former self. Knowing that he also contributed to its down fall.
The loss of magic had make it so much harder. The pain of it being ripped out of him was the worst thing he had ever felt in his long life.
Getting it back.... there are no words for that feeling. It was like the thought of the world returning to its shining glory. It made him want to cry.
Maybe he hasn't failed entirely yet.
He looked upon the coming horses and smiled.
A new hope was coming.
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Post by Killashandra on Feb 4, 2009 22:15:56 GMT -5
And as each of the powerful ethereal horses pounded its way into the world again Siendra spun her magic among the herd. She wove subtle and delicate incantations. They fell like shimmering nets over the heads and flowing bodies of the lovely horses. The simple incantations spread out into the city as the horses thundered. They we keys in their own rights, built to travel with the heard waking and unlocking the secrets of the Old World. Just in a few short minutes, the veil of illusion was lifted of the glum city and a new world stood in its place.
Towers spiraled where once the blunt tops of crude buildings and stalls had met the sky. The rough mud, brick, and stone building became rare marble and crystal structures. It was a new world; it was also an old world. Dazzled humans flowed into the streets looking at what had become of what they knew. Even their very houses were not as they had once been. They were structures of majesty that would have once been home to elves and visiting dwarven dignitaries. The walls that were crude and dark were now a shimmering woven net of silver and fairies silk, not built to hold out but to call people to them. It was a piece of work wrought through the collected powers of Rein and his eldest daughter Tiarea. Siendra stood tall and proud. The power of her plains ancestors putting pride in the action before her. It was in this moment the lives of Killashandra a proud plainswoman and Siendra a delightful ancient demi goddess came to be one.
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Post by Lionheart on Mar 12, 2009 18:43:16 GMT -5
Lionheart could not help it.
He cried. Silent trails flowed down his face.
It was like seeing the past being painted over the grungy present.
He looked back at his home.
It had changed as well. He quickly glanced at the spot that he remembered the blood pool being that terrible day, but it was no more.
A clean slate.
But why did it feel like he was forgetting something very important...
((OOC: lol, Lionheart is getting old XD Hes forgetting IMPORTANT stuff))
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Post by Killashandra on Apr 15, 2009 13:53:06 GMT -5
As power flowed forth from her body she weakened. The pride of years on the plains forced Killa to stand tall, but quickly all reserves were left dry and she collapsed in a heap.
Her pulse quickened and her eyes rolled back and with a whispering breath she shimmered into nothing.
Lighting broke forth from a clear sky and shook the land from one calm sea to the other. A child of the Earth had lifted that day, but in her passing the world became anew. All things that were hidden were quickly and violently revealved. The creatures of old long gone to rest began to stir. The sun shook in the sky and Raein called from the skies in triumph feeling that much closer to reclaiming his pplace again in the world of his making.
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((New character profile to come))
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Post by Killashandra on Apr 18, 2009 19:42:42 GMT -5
Valdrin sat quietly among the grasses watching as a strange change overwhelmed the world. Music older then time tinkled anew in the air and things changed all about him. All this he took in stride. A fire within his very soul was stoked like a burning blaze. A fullness came into his being where for all time he had known an inexplicable emptiness. This powerful change gave him the courage to enter the “new” city. He had watched the change himself as ethereal horses thundered from its gate and watched long in wonder as they trampled by him. ~ The young Dragon Warrior entered through the city gates without question. His hair fell about over his face and brushed his hips as he walked. From beneath, the heavy blanket silvery eyes glinted. Valdrin held himself taunt and battle ready as he moved through the streets. His eyes darted about silently as he took in the new wonders. So much had changed since he visited here so many years ago as a child on his names day. The entire city glinted eerily as the sun fell and the moon came out. It seemed as if this was a place built to reside in the night and not in the glaring golden day. Also, with the coming of the moon an eerie change fell over Valdrin’s features turning his complexion bluish as is stained with a deep blue ink. A smile creased his thin mouth as he mentally fed upon the night. He sought no direction in his wanderings, but focused only on the night.
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Post by Lionheart on May 26, 2009 16:33:25 GMT -5
To much happened to fast.
The Sacrifice.
The Rebirth.
...and Dardus.
He hit hard, fast and seemingly out of no where.
Being slammed against the wall stunned him, leaving him vulnerable just long enough for Dardus to pin him.
He knew he was forgetting something important.
The slightly taller man scowled down at him "Now now, Lionheart. I'm starting to get this ridiculous notion that you don't want me around." Lionheart could only scowl and roll his eyes "Hum, I wonder why a Banishing spell would make you think that? OF COURSE I WANT YOU TO GO AWAY!!" He spat angrily in Dardus's face. He would try and break away, but he knew it was useless. Dardus had the upper hand, they were evenly matched when it came to magic and pinned as he was, he couldn't get him off.
He'd have to wait till he could get an advantage.
He was expecting a sly comeback or even to be injured, but this was .... unexpected.
Dardus's personality... regressed. The hostility and insanity dissipated and was replaced with an overpowering feeling sorrow, guilt and absolute and unconditional compassion. This was-!
Dardus leaned his forehead against Lionheart's, and in words so soft, the wind almost carried them off "I am so sorry."
And then he was gone.
Lionheart sunk to the ground, mind whirling, thinking that maybe there was some way that the old Dardus might still be in there.
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Post by Killashandra on May 26, 2009 17:40:00 GMT -5
Valdrin walked through the streets. He looked upon the collected masses with a critical eye. They seemed to be a cancer on the lovely city. And it was that thought that began to stir something new and foreign inside him. It was as if violence lay under his very skin and he needed to hurt someone to feed?
These thoughts where maddening and he began to run like a child from a feared cupboard or creepy aunt. It was a move fit for a babe, but these urges so foreign and akin to his way where terrifying.
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