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Grim Recollections II
« on: May 11, 2008, 11:39:01 AM »
(Continued from Grim Recollections)

Malithar was relieved to know magic wouldn\'t be a large issue. The Prior was likely busy, anyways. The heretic still knew magic, and perhaps might have learned something new since his excommunication, but a single arrow would relieve that problem. "The heretic was a priest. He still has the favor of many gods, although, some, like myself, are quite upset with him. He\'ll have basic spells, and he might have something... darker, now that he\'s been cut off from his life. His family wasn\'t exactly..." Malithar paused, trying to explain delicately. "His family was tortured, and murdered, one at a time, until we found out where he went. It was for nothing, too. He lied to them, to protect himself, and now he has to live with the fact that he\'s responsable for their deaths. He isn\'t very happy with that at all."

"To be honest, the man himself isn\'t a threat. It\'s what he\'s done, and what he means to do again. The man killed an elven priest. A high elder, at that. He\'s a religious man who killed another religious man, and we don\'t know why. That\'s what makes him dangerous. Zealots usually work together towards one goal, even if their motives are different." Malithar sighed, venting his fustrations. "Jovan was a low priest. If a low priest can kill an elder, and get away with it, who else might try such a thing? The heretic is a religious man of one sense, but at the same time, he\'s a blight."

Watching his followers dart off to carry out his orders, he tried to guess how many men would arrive. He had a score of templars in the first file, but most were in other districts, too far to be of any help. With the Marshal Koravel; his cousin, and the captain of the first file; Besazaal, he\'d likely account for half a dozen. A half dozen trained men of the order. Would it be enough?

And an assassin. Perhaps. Perhaps it would suffice. It would be better if the Prior chose to attend the battle, but the man was unreliable. He was human, after all. Not exactly Malithar\'s best bet for head of the priest\'s sect of the order, but the man was powerful, and devout.

As they moved further from the tavern, he studied the area, the people in it. Many he recognized. Most were grey elves. It was odd seeing a girl like the assassin about, but the region wasn\'t unknown to tourists and the like. By the time he had finished explaining Jovan, they were already starting out past the fringes of the city.

He was happy the light was starting to fail. Night would be bright with moonlight, but the mercenaries\' eyesight wouldn\'t be as sharp as the templars or the assassin\'s. Grey elves, and a child of the shadow. He wondered just how appropriate of a name that was for Idrial. Was she the sort of assassin to kill in plain sight, with a crowd to mask the deed, or at night? Perhaps both. Perhaps something different alltogether. Still, the name seemed to fit.

"How dangerous is the Raven that you must contain the information she holds?" Malithar asked, casually glancing over at Idrial. He was sure the Raven was a threat, but wanted to hear it in the assassin\'s own words.

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Re: Grim Recollections II
« Reply #1 on: May 11, 2008, 01:03:22 PM »
Idrial only listened as Malithar talked about Jovan, she was use to the being described such grim situations when death was involved. So the man had murdered his family through torture, something that Idrial was all too familiar with and she was known for using cruel and torturous methods to obtain information. She raised an eyebrow when she had heard that the low priest had killed a high Elven priest, she had to admit the man had guts to pull something like that off but foolish to think he could get away with it.

She kept an eye on the men that were ordered about by Malithar, she did not completely trust the man as of yet and she was sure he didn’t completely trust her either. That did not surprise Idrial; most people did not trust an assassin, other than to carry out what they have been asked with none or little trace back to the person that had hired one in the first place.

They had exited the city and Idrial looked towards the sky, nightfall would soon come and with it the moon. Her eyes we not like a human’s nor were they like an elf’s eyes, she was different in more ways than one. Although a little cloud cover would have been nice but there was no such thing as a perfect mission where everything went right. There was always something that seemed to cause a riff in the mission but nothing that Idrial could sort though and she would expect no less from this one.

“Killing is passion of hers, one that she takes remarkably serious. She adores holding her dying victims close to her carving her blade deeper into the person’s body so that she can savoir the death that is coming for them. Her trademark is to kiss the dying victim just before death so that she may feel them taking their last breath. It’s an addiction to death more than a passion in my opinion. That is how dangerous she is Malithar and I will be blunt, if your value your men you will leave Raven to me because she will cut through your men like a hot knife through butter.”

Idrial then turned her face upwards judging the stars; it would be a good hour or two before they came to the forked road. Hopefully Malithar and his men would heed her warning, they were not trained to handle someone to dangerous as Raven and she would hate to see someone get killed for there stupidity.

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« Reply #2 on: May 13, 2008, 11:34:19 AM »
Malithar nodded, letting out a sigh. "I\'ll take your word for it." He wasn\'t sure what else to say. He wasn\'t interested in Idrial\'s personal life, nor would he get any such conversation out of her anyways. He could ask more details about the cave, but trusted his scouts. He wasn\'t afraid of any being caught. The Raven would know Malithar was coming anyways, and captured scouts could be returned to him for a fee.

He wasn\'t sure how much further it was, and was already thinking of a plan. His scouts weren\'t nearly as skilled as his templars, but they could create useful distractions, or hold enemies back with shields and spears until the templars could deal with them. He hoped it didn\'t come down to that. Good scouts were rare. If the Raven captured any, Malithar would pay to have them returned, and he wouldn\'t blame the mercenary for the exchange. It was too good a profit to turn down the chance of. Better than outright killing his scouts. That he couldn\'t tolerate.

"She sounds like people would be safer with her dead. Not that safety is a great concern of mine, but safe people tend to follow the laws with better care. That is a concern of mine. Law before life, life before heresy." Malithar glanced over at Idrial, a thought occuring to him. "It would be better to call me Tahliten once we arrive at the intersection. Most men don\'t know me for my true name, only that I\'m the Tahliten. If you don\'t mind that, then another question. What should I call you? It\'s not my place to reveal your nature to my men, nor would I really want you to do any such thing and then later determine that too many people know. They\'re good men. True followers." Their deaths were for on the battlefield, not in their beds. He didn\'t tell her that, though.

Whether she agreed to call him Tahliten or not, that was what he would be prepaired for. Already he was sifting through his pack for his masked sallet, the gold mask shining against the silvered steel. Some claimed the Tahliten was some kind of god, raging vengeance on the land. Malithar cut their tongues out. He was no god. Gods didn\'t need steel to shed blood. Gods didn\'t need masks to hide their identities. Gods didn\'t waste their time on heretics when they had men like Malithar to do their bidding.

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Re: Grim Recollections II
« Reply #3 on: May 13, 2008, 01:24:52 PM »
Idrial’s gaze slowly came down from looking that the beautiful sky, she now concentrated on looking over the landscape that was she was about to enter. It was full of trees that were grown close together; small bushes as well as rocks in many different sizes covered most of the ground. The type of environment that Idrial could use to her advantage, it would provide much cover for her to attack the Raven with the element of surprise.

Idrial only nodded when Malithar expressed his views about the Raven, she was better off dead for she was big of a risk to just to hand over to the authorities. It would be easy for her to escape, and she could not let that happen. Idrial knew that there was more than a possibility that she might get wounded or worst killed while attempting to take the Raven down but to Idrial it was worth the risk. As long as she obtained the information, nothing else mattered.

Idrial looked at Malithar as he asked for such a request, raising an eyebrow at him in a questioning manner. She gave a slight nod to his request, why a Warden wouldn’t want his real name to be used she couldn’t begin to guess. She looked at him with a slight and crude smile on her face. She spoke one simple word towards the Warden.  

“That I will do … Call me. Larail”

Literally the name meant a name Night Hunter that had been given to her as a child while she was training at the Academy to become what she was today. She watched as the Warden revealed a mask that he wore over his face, she looked at the path ahead of them and realized they were coming close to the fork in the road. She clasped a black veil over her face, leaving only her eyes peering out from the veil. She pulled her hood over her face and spoke towards the Warden.

“This is where I leave you Tahliten, but I will soon see you again.”

She ran off into the woods with lightening speed, she did not know how long she had been running before she came to the cave. She slowly crept around the people that were hurrying to and fro within the yards. She looked towards the mouth of the cave and saw high above there was a place where she could hide. She gradually made her way towards the wall of the cave and climbed up it with incredible ease; she positioned herself on the ledge that over looked the mouth of the cave and the trail that lead right up to it. Now she waited for the Warden and his men to come.

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« Reply #4 on: May 15, 2008, 02:12:56 AM »
Malithar\'s golden mask greeted the templars coldly. There was no speaking. The moment the ivory-armored men saw their Tahliten, they fell silent and saluted. Koravel was directing the scouts, and quickly took Malithar\'s pack and shouldered it. Besazaal was drawing plans in the dirt for the other three underlings.

They did surprise him with one thing. Without speaking, not even a whisper, they pointed him down the path a little ways, where the Prior was waiting. Malithar had hoped he would show up. Even though the heretic\'s magic would be minor, and the Raven herself would not stoup so low as to use any, Malithar still wanted that edge. If he didn\'t need Prior Filip to balance the powers, then Malithar could use him to instead overwhelm the mercenaries.

The prior hadn\'t brought any of the lesser priests, only his single templar guard. With Idrial, that brought their number to nine and whatever use they could find for their few scouts. If everything went accordingly, the mercenaries would only know about eight.

He waited until he had everyone\'s attention, then made what adjustments he decided necessary for the plans Besazaal drew up. Then, with a grin, he traced down another aspect to the battle. He quickly signed to them that they\'d have help, and traced Idrial\'s name down as Larail.

Then, in a close formation, the group started down the trail towards the cave, keenly aware that as they got closer, they were now being watched. There was no sign of the heretic, but he could still be in the cave. Outside, a lone mercenary waited.

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« Reply #5 on: May 15, 2008, 09:22:28 AM »
Idrial didn\'t know how long she was waiting for the Warden and his men to finally come up the hill, they moved slowly up the path as if they were scared that they were being watched. Idrial inched very close to the ledge of the cliff that she had been sitting on, a mercenary stood away from the mouth of the cave as a guard. From what Idrial could see he was a minor guard that maybe knew the basic’s of swordplay, the Raven if she knew her well would keep her high ranking guards inside the cave were they could come to her aid in an instant. He guards could easily be taken care of by either her or the Warden, the Raven was the one she would have to make sure that his men stayed away from or she feared it would be the end of them.

She positioned herself in so that she was in a kneeling type position; she nocked her bow with one of her arrows and aimed to the man that was guarding the mouth of the cave. She slowly drew back on her bow making sure that she aimed for the center of the back of his neck; with one swift movement she released her arrow. It flew silently through the air hitting the man in the back of the neck with sheer force that the arrow had almost gone through his neck; the man stumbled forwards and fell.

After a few moments a woman with long dark hair emerged from the cave, with her were two large body guards. She shook her head and gave a cruel laugh; she stepped over the dead man and placed her lips on the dying man. After a few moments she released him and called out into the night; her green eyes scanning the darkness with her hands on her weapon. Idrial could see that she was dressed in black and she only had armor where it counted which was on her chest.

“Who dares approach the Raven … Show yourself!”

Idrial remained still having her bow once again nocked with an arrow incase the Warden needed help taking down the two guards at the Ravens side, but she doubted that he would but it was better to be perpared in case he did need her help.

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« Reply #6 on: May 15, 2008, 09:59:53 AM »
Malithar stepped forward, Koravel close to his side and Besaazaal trailing just behind with his three templars. The prior and his guard were waiting in the shadows, concealing themselves so they could ambush any magic users or the heretic himself.

"I\'m the Tahliten." Glancing at the body, he smiled behind his mask. "It seemed appropriate. My apolagies if I offend. I seek a heretic named Jovan Serhath. One handed fellow with burn scars on his neck. Was a human priest, he\'s killed an elder elven priest." Malithar glanced deeper into the darkness, towards the cave, and then pointedly turned his masked gaze back to the Raven. "I know he\'s here."

Koravel drew his sword and stepped forward, and Besazaal stepped forward on the other side, wide-crescent axe resting on his shoulder. "It\'s in your nature to kill. It\'s in our nature to kill. Shall we get it over with then?" The thre underling templars were already spreading out, cutting off any chance to escape. Except into the cave. Malithar grinned and drew his own sword, golden smile spreading into a wolfish grin. "Besazaal, I would like them to die. See what your men can do?"

Saluting, the elven warrior lurched forward, cursing in his native tongue to agitate the mercenaries. Malithar\'s hope was to get the Raven to send her minions after them first, before deigning to lower herself to fighting \'inferiors\'. He wasn\'t sure if she was as skilled as Idrial had said, but was prepaired to die taking her down if the assassin failed.

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« Reply #7 on: May 15, 2008, 11:07:54 AM »
Idrial could see clearly what was happening, she could see the templar’s moving around the cave cutting off any route of escape. Idrial listened as he spoke towards Raven, she could see a ghastly smile on her face as Malithar’s men moved forward. One of them was holding a grisly looking axe on his shoulder, the other stepped forward with his sword already drawn. She had to admit his men were quite bold in drawing there weapons towards the Raven and her men, she knew they would do anything to protect her.

As one of Malithar’s men lurched forward one of Ravens guards locked swords with the man. The other man beside her drew his sword and lunged at the other man beside Malithar; she looked upon the battle field as four other men ran from the cave out towards the now not to so peaceful grounds. She watched as the Raven stood in her spot wide open, she looked to her side and instinctively drew back her bow. Hitting the man square in the head that was sneaking up on Malithar, Raven looked towards the cliff and with it her smile faded. Idrial leaped from the cliff and threw a large and complicated weave of a fireball at Raven. She leaped out of the way before the fireball could actually hit her but Idrial was only sending a message that she was here.

Idrial landed swiftly on her feet only a few meters away from Raven while quickly drew her daggers and positioned herself in a fighting stance. Raven drew her curved like sword that was meant to rip through flesh while bringing large amounts of pain.

“Those who practice magick are cowards!”

"Big words coming from someone who never finished thier training. Just shut up and DANCE!"

Raven lunged at Idrial with extreme force her blade, Idrial parried her blow with ease as a cruel smile emerged from her lips that could not be seen from behind the veil but it was there. They went at each other with a series of complicated moves, there swords clashed at each other with intense ferocity. There bodies moving at an alarming speed that everything around them seem to no longer exist, Idrial smiled towards the Raven and started to perform her movements that she had learned in the Academy. Her movements full of every type of flip, spin, twists or twirls you could imagine and the Raven followed her movements. She no longer had a clue as to how Malithar’s men were doing nor did she want to know.

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« Reply #8 on: May 16, 2008, 01:38:07 AM »
Koravel shoved the mercenary back, quickly following with a back and forth slash. He wanted to gain ground and dull the man\'s wits. Watching, Malithar approved of the move and settled his own attention on one of the men who had rushed out from the cave. The first to rush up Malithar quickly swatted aside with an armored backhand, and ran-through with his sword as he fell.

The second mercenary that rushed up to Malithar survived, but quickly lost ground under a furious series of lightning fast slashes. At his side, Besazaal\'s axe was warding off his own assailant\'s attacks, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Scattered, the templars were holding their ground; minor injuries losing them ground and minor victories gaining it back. Prior Filip was still waiting in the shadows, scanning the bloodied grounds for the heretic.

The heretic himself was watching from his own shadows. Not shadows cast by moonlight through the trees, or the lack of light elsewhere, but shadows cast by something more sinister. As he stepped into the field, the darkness went with him, a writhing cloud of deepening malice.

The Prior saw the heretic moving, and smiled. His guard had stopped twitching just moments ago, Filip\'s blade coated in the bloody froth of the Tahliten loyalist. The trap had been sprung, now it was down to seeing which puppet would win.

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« Reply #9 on: May 18, 2008, 09:18:02 AM »
Idrial was full of nicks and cuts from Raven’s blade coming in contact with her skin, it was nothing serious and she continued to ferociously fight her opponent. She could see the Ravens skin was full of cuts as well from where her daggers had come in contact with her skin, they had slowed down from there fast movements but there ferocity still remained as Raven’s sword clashed against Idrial’s two daggers. It appeared that the Raven had got some extra training when she was expelled for the Academy. They once again locked swords with each other.

“You are good for an Apprentice.”
“That’s High Apprentice to you Raven.”

Idrial then twirled to the outside and began a series of slashes towards Raven; she blocked each one with only a fraction to block the next one. Idrial knew this was going to be a long battle but she was mentally and physically equipped for the challenge. Her right dagger sliced down viciously on Raven’s cheek. She stumbled backwards with a look of surprise on her face; it quickly turned to anger as she yelled at Idrial.

“BITCH!”

She lunged at Idrial once more to which she quickly jumped to the side the blade missing her by inches. She blocked Raven’s slashes towards her with ease, out of the corner of her eye she saw the Heretic emerging from the shadows. It was obvious he was going to use some type of magick, she yelled at Tahliten in case he hadn’t seen the man as of yet.

“Tahliten, The Heretic is to your bloody right! He’s using Magick …”

The Ravens blade came in an uppercut motion slicing through Idrial clothing and ripping her flesh. She sucked in her breath deeply as the pain seared through her like a hot knife. She stumbled back a few steps before the blade came down on her once again; she lifted her dagger with lightening speed to parry the blow. The blade had cut her deeply but she wasn’t going to let that stop her from fighting the Raven, she very well knew the risks and she was prepared for each and everyone.

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« Reply #10 on: June 01, 2008, 05:05:42 AM »
Malithar turned and spotted the heretic, and his cloud of shadows. So the priest had gained a few new spells. Malithar grimaced, and kicked his opponent back to gain time to shout at the Prior. Except, Prior Filip was now noteably absent.

Blade yanked free from one of the mercenaries, Koravel nodded Malithar\'s way and charged the heretic. Best to bring him down before he could conjure any real threat. Trying to watch Koravel\'s back, Malithar snarled as his opponent rushed him again, blocking his view.

The mercenary came in with his sword high, trying to slash down and decapitate Malithar, but Malithar easily ducked under the man\'s reach and grabbed him in a bear hug, dagger sliding into the mercenary\'s spine, and sword ripping into his heart, inches of steel easily slid in through the armpit.

Malithar ripped his blades free and kicked the mercenary again, this time with a satisfied thud as the body slipped to the ground. Much better. He turned to watch his cousin kill the heretic, just in time to see a pillar of shadows rip Koravel limb from limb.

All free eyes turned at the spray of blood. Malithar was stunned, pieces of his cousin\'s body coming to rest at his very feet. Besazaal had his axe stuck up to the hilt in one man\'s body, and was using the distraction to try and wrench it free. A few mercenaries stood gawking, and the remaining templar dragged the other two bodies back to where the third, the Prior\'s bodyguard, lay.

Grinning through a mask of blood, the heretic held up his newly formed hand, the flesh stolen from Koravel\'s scattered corpse. If the order of priests didn\'t want him, then he\'d gladly accept his new master\'s friendship. The dark gods richly rewarded their faithful minions.

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« Reply #11 on: June 01, 2008, 12:11:05 PM »
Idrial once again sliced Raven’s upper arm causing her to jump backwards, she was now gaining ground on the treacherous woman. Raven was now making mistakes, very simple mistakes that a level six would be expected to make when training.  The wound in her stomach was almost gone, only the rip in her clothing remained. Idrial once again slashed downwards hitting her in the shoulder, causing Raven to cry out in anger. Taking a swift swipe with her blade it came in contact with Idrial nose leaving a diminutive cut. She curled her lip at Raven and jumped towards in a spinning like motion through the air. With one of her blades sliced her shoulder causing her to drop her weapon in which Idrial in one swift movement placed her dagger under her throat.

“Don’t try anything because I will kill you one way or another Raven.”

A single growl emitted from Raven’s throat for she knew that she had been defeated, Idrial then proceeded to tie her arms around at the base of a tree. She would leave her here for now and she looked around since the fight had carried them away from the main battle. As she approached her way back to the main battle field she could feel something dark and sinister working. She quickened her pace towards the field only to stop abruptly at the edge of the field, she looked around for the stupid Prior but he was no where to be seen. She cursed under her breath and engulfed her hands in a cool blue flame and stepped out into the battle field with a calm composure. As if she wasn’t scared of what the heretic had now become.

“Death shall claim you fallen one.”

With that she spread her arms across her chest leaving a think blue line in the air, he then raised her arms into the air making a thick wall of blue fire and directed it towards the heretic. It was meant to freeze yet burn the person at the same time and maybe it would buy her and the Wardens time.

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« Reply #12 on: June 06, 2008, 10:02:05 AM »
The heretic smiled and held up his hands, dissapearing behind a wall of shadows. The air around him turned black as night, the moonlight absorbed into a well of nothingness. Besazaal had his ax free, and was readying to charge at the heretic after the swaft of blue fire. Malithar was looking for any signs of his Prior. The last remaining templar was staring, dumfounded, by the inconcievable space where light itself was changed into darkness.

Blue flames ripped into the shadows, dropping shards of frozen mist to the bloodied ground. The darkness wavered, and collapsed in on itself, a dazzling blue quickly replacing the well of corrupted air. As the last flicker of darkness dissapeared, and the last flames settled, there was only a patch of frozen blood and moisture. The heretic had made his exit.

Malithar was trying to make sense of the pieces. Most of his cousin had dissapeared completely. It looked like the darkness had seeped into him and literally burst out of him. The few remaining mercenaries had either been caught in the blue flames and frozen, or caught in the shadows and swept away with Jovan, the fell priest.

He wondered what the assassin would do now. She had helped him found the heretic, even tried to help kill him. But now that she had the Raven, would she continue to help him, or would she go her own way? To be honest, he wasn\'t ready to go after the heretic. He wasn\'t even sure where he could be. Until he found his prior and gathered all of his own priests, he didn\'t think he would have a chance at killing the heretic. Not if the dark ones were granting him that much power.

Then again, the assassin was much more powerful than he had anticipated. It was good that she was on his side. Still, that knowledge did nothing to lessen his shock. How could the fell priest gain that much dark power so quickly? There was something more to this.

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« Reply #13 on: June 13, 2008, 12:29:45 PM »
Idrial silently cursed as the Heretic disappeared into the night, the wall of darkness could be clearly seen tha it did not belong to the natural darkness that came when the sun falls from the sky. Her wall of fire hit the shadowed spot along with a few mercenaries that now stood frozen in time, the shadows crumbled as the blue flame hit with immense force. As shards of dark magic fell to the ground her wall of flames settled and extinguished.

She shook her head in disgust and in rage she summoned a thick strand of Air, cracking it like a whip through the air which created a forceful shock wave; obliterating the frozen mercenaries into shards of frozen ice and blood. She turned on her heels and walked back to where the Raven was still placed, she grabbed her forcefully and dragged her back to where the Templers where situated. She forcefully sat her on a rock with a look of rage in her face; she summoned a sphere of fire in her hand which she allowed to engulf her hand. She gave the Templers a look that clearly said; Do not interfere but you may listen.

“You stupid child do you realize what you have idiotically done! You have given a fallen priest information to dark magick, something you do not understand.”

She struck the Raven with her hand, searing her flesh with third degree burns. Raven grunted in pain; she looked at Idrial in the eyes speaking through pain.

 “I understand fully what I did, my legacy shall live on. Maybe not through the means of weapons but what he now has is because of me. With each night that passes he grows stronger, his human side will fade and only his animal side shall remain. In two weeks time he will become a creature of shadow, with the knowledge of the ultimate killer with one goal and that is to kill.”

Idrial grabbed Ravens throat with her fiery hand, she screamed in pain for a few seconds before Idrial took her hand away. She unsheathed her dagger and held it towards her charred throat, ready to plunge the dagger into her throat. Raven then started to laugh towards Idrial.

“What is so funny? If I kill you the priest will die as well. Therefore ending your short lived and stupid legacy”

“You are a fool! Killing me will do nothing, I was not that stupid to bond myself to the man. Besides are a day to late, now the only way to kill him is through a battle of magick and you know it.”  

Idrial gritted her teeth as she stared into the Raven’s eyes; she had no idea what Raven had unleashed into the world. Not only would Jovan turn into a creature of shadow but the worst kind. The kind that was too dangerous to run amuck in the world, she once again seared the woman’s throat and making her scream. She then threw the woman to the ground and began to riffle through her pockets, after several moments she found what she was looking for; a small black book that was filled with spells and incantations. It was written in Gaelic and Latin the oldest languages in the world to date. She shoved the book deep inside her cloak before picking the woman up again and making her sit on her knees. Taking her dagger she swiftly plunged the knife into the woman’s chest while whispering in her ear.

“Do you hear the Angels cry … go to them swiftly now.”

She drove the dagger deeper before unsheathing the dagger from her chest; she fell to the ground face first. She looked towards the Warden wondering what he had to say on the matter that he had just seen. It was obvious now that with the priest in control of such magick his small group of Wardens would be cut through like a knife in hot butter. They would need each other but if he would have her held that was another story.

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« Reply #14 on: November 24, 2008, 07:59:20 AM »
Malithar watched with disdain as blood dripped from the top edge of his visor, the fierce red invading his field of vision. He couldn\'t tell if it was from his enemies or a remnant of his cousin. So he watched in silence, and drip by drip his focus became clear. He turned to Besazaal and gave a brief nod. "Bring the fallen home, bury them. I\'ll return when I can, but for now we must hunt, and plan." They\'d need more men if they were to tackle this heretic problem again. With Idrial\'s help he could hope to do this with just a few men, but he wanted to be sure. Especially since he knew the influence of such dark power. The heretic could have an army the next time they faced him. What would they do then?

As their scouts filtered in from the trees, some slipping arrows from taught strings, Malithar thought his next step through carefully. If he gathered too many men too quickly, the heretic would take notice and do the same. At least, he would have to assume so. Until Malithar knew otherwise, he would assume that the heretic was not only a powerful magician, but a wise tactician as well.

Stopping the chief scout before he could follow Besazaal, Malithar scowled behind his mask. "See that a guarded scout is sent to each province of our territory. I want them carrying red scrolls, and their faces painted with black skulls." The scout stood silent a moment, before gathering himself and saluting.

Malithar watched the trouble scout leave before turning towards Idrial. They were alone now. "Sorry to keep you waiting. But I think it best we continue alone if we do continue this hunt. I\'d appreciate your help, and company." Slipping his masked helmet off, he tucked it under his arm. "My men will be ready to march if we need them, as many as need be. But it will take time for them to gather and organize, without drawing attention. As it is, if this damnable heretic has any brains left, he\'ll know something\'s going on."

Still scowling, he turned his eyes on the now melting puddles around them. "Four elder warriors, trained for most of their lives in combat, cut down like nothing by mercenaries and black magic. If you hadn\'t been here, my Order would be in need of a new Tahliten." Eyes devoid of emotion, he locked gazes with Idrial. "I think I need to hunt down my Prior first. His guard didn\'t die in the field. And his guard was loyal to me, not the Prior." If the damned fool had anything to do with this heretic mess, Malithar would cut out his heart.

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« Reply #15 on: June 17, 2009, 03:00:12 AM »
Idrial stood silent as she watched in Malithar give orders out to those underneath his command, following his orders without questioning his athourity. Something she was use to seeing since she came from a place that thrived and disipline and without it you would be forced to stay in the same level for years. She waited patiently as Malithar was finished giving orders which directed his attention towards Idrial.

She listened carefully to Malithar as like he said they were now alone, she nodded her and there giving each thought that the man was coming up with to stettle in head and slowly started to work out the details. She slowly placed her hands on her hips with a face that was in thinking mode, she wondered if she should go with this she barely knew. The only reason she is with him now is they where chasing the same man. Either way she could enjoy the company since these missions could get terribly lonely.

Idrial looked at him with percieing blue eyes, "I accept I\'ll accompany you on this journey, it gets a little lonely when it only you and the thoughts in your head." She looked around too see the four elders he had mentioned slain, like a hot knife throuthgh butter they didn\'t stand a chance and without her help they surely would die within the first hour of battle.

Idrial slowly stuck in her two cents into the conversation, "Your army we may not need for a while at least, bringing that big of army with would not only make alot of noise but it would also slow us down. Finding your Prior first wold be you best bet but we have to hurry for time is against us." Idrial bowed her head before giving a slight smile, in front of elven eyes she transformed into a black timber wolf only three times the size of a normal timber wolf. She walked over to where the Prior was last seen and stuck her nose into the dirt, his scent was still fresh.

She looked towards Malithar and gave a small bark towards him before dashing into the forest, her paws pounding the ground with intensity, she never bothered to look back as she assumed Malithar was right behind her keeping up with her rigorous running.

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« Reply #16 on: May 23, 2010, 07:33:24 AM »
Racing after Idrial, Malithar knew if he fell behind Idrial would keep the Prior intact until he got there. It was strange, but he was beginning to actually trust someone outside of the Order. It still pained him that his cousin was dead, but he knew that Idrial had done her best to help. If the Raven hadn\'t been occupied, Malithar would be among the dead, along with Besazaal and the scouts. Perhaps even the Prior.

Malithar couldn\'t help but wonder. His cousin had been one of the few to know his true identity as Tahliten. It had been difficult to change his entire way of speaking and moving when masked. Koravel had to have seen through it. Thankfully, his cousin had kept silent. Koravel knew the important of secrecy. If the Order knew who their Tahliten was, it would save some grief. No one would be able to wander in wearing a mask claiming the title. Of course, certain codes and sigils were inplace to ensure that didn\'t happen, but if anyone could change the seals on the sigils, upset the magic, the rest would be easy enough to learn or change. So the danger of masking the Tahliten was great, although currently protected. The benefit was that no one could assassinate him in bed, the only time he was defenseless. Excursions like this were increasingly rare, and it took someone of the Raven or Heretic\'s power to kill him in battle. If the Order lost its Tahliten, it would be finished. The Order was too small to cope with such a large loss. Even today meant they had a Marshal to replace.

It had been a mistake from the start. Hunting a heretic was important, but he should have used someone else. Instead he had gone after him hiself, and had brought his best warriors with him. He could have brought his best assassins, they would have ended this very quickly. But he hadn\'t known where to send them, or what he would have been sending them into. Not he was sure. No one could go up against the Heretic alone. They needed stronger allies.

The Prior hadn\'t gone very far, but the choice didn\'t look to be his. His flayed corpse was hanging from a tree a few minutes from the cave. Whoever he had served was obviously upset with the way the day had progressed. It would be an interesting sight for the pair to stumble upon.

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« Reply #17 on: May 23, 2010, 12:55:21 PM »
It was strong, the smell of terror that was ingrained into the path that she followed with dedicated ease. Terror was never a good sign and her soon dedicated ease became caution as her she slowed to a mere trot, her nose no longer to the ground as she sniffed the air. Jovan had been here as his oily stench filled her nostrils, disgusting creature whom which a low snarl emitted from the depth’s of her throat. It was more than disgusting she thought, it was vile; it was simply unnatural and worse Jovan was fused with the twisted, lying shadows. Never could he return to being human, it would have to be slain with the utmost care.

She heard it first, the wind blowing slightly as she heard that awfully familiar sound that seemed to echo through the woods. The eerie creaking of something heavy that swayed in the wind, she knew that sound; that sound of life now no longer on this earth. When she would see the Prior she changed back into her natural human form, she was cautious she never did like hanging bodies. It was clear that he had been toyed with as she could see the ground had been disturbed up to the very tree that sadly where he ever said his last words, let alone breathe his last breath. She took a close look at the body, eye’s wide in horror as he most likely realized that the creature saw fit that he was no longer needed. His silence a fitting end to a mystery yet to be understood fully but many puzzles to a clue that may undo the silence of the dead; and who said the dead couldn’t speak it was a matter of asking the right questions.

Along ahead she noticed a cave, instinct took over as it insanely screamed high alert in her head. She stepped back to grab a stick and giving it a good toss towards the mouth of the cave, she almost jumped herself as something snatched it up into it’s own version of darkness. Then it was like it spat or tossed it out of annoyance, as if it was wanting something with a little more spunk; a little more juice with a light twist of something called a soul. It was hiding in the dark sanctuary, even her eyes couldn’t see the depths of the cave and with that she felt a little too close taking a step back. Leaving the Prior still hanging as she was unsure if his body was connected in any way to the demon of the dark.    

She looked at Malithar with concerned eyes, “It’s too dangerous, in my opinion your men should wait till sunrise. If only it weren’t a cave, enclosed quarters it could easily crush us in the darkness. I would also leave the body until sunrise it might be a trap.” Could never be too careful, once the sun rises it would be safe to remove the body without worry. It was one thing when the Heretic was in human form, but in this mist like darkness form it was better to wait till sunrise. The only advantage they had was it couldn’t move as a mist, only in human form; or the thing that resides in the  empty shell of a human.

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« Reply #18 on: May 23, 2010, 01:29:38 PM »
Malithar circled the tree, inspecting the ground while Idrial finished her search. He kept a good distance from the cave, and made sure not to get too close to the body, either. This was an interesting find. It either meant that the Heretic couldn’t travel far using his magic, or he had chosen not to. The first would indicate possible weaknesses and limitations, which were always a good thing. The second indicated either great strength and a probable lack of exploitable weaknesses, or sheer arrogance. Each possibility branched off into a multitude of others. Malithar didn’t like having so many possibilities. It made planning nearly impossible.

“Waiting for dawn or light means more time for me to find a new Prior and gather all my priests. They’ll have a better chance against the Heretic than my traditional warriors will. Of course, an elite file of those will keep anything else he has busy.” Malithar nodded thoughtfully. A file of scouts would also be ready to keep anything from escaping, and carry messages to well placed reserves. In case things got out of hand. Of course, he was mostly counting on Idrials talents to counter or destroy the Heretic, but he decided she should come up with that part of the plan. “Hopefully we can finish this here. Every moment I spend chasing the Heretic, others go unhunted. Of course, most aren’t nearly as dangerous as this one…”

Of course, he had already given the orders. The way the scouts were ordered to convey their messages was in fact the message itself. Their arrival in the barracks and Fortress would bring the Orders’ elite troops and priests to the Tahliten’s position. A new Prior would have to be named when the Priests arrived, but as only the best would be on their way, all the candidates would be present for the naming. However, there was no need to tell all of that to Idrial. She had likely surmised as much.  

Slipping his helmet on but keeping the visor up, Malithar took a few wary steps away from the tree. “One of us should keep watch on the cave while the other sleeps. My men will be tired after a full march, but the priests can restore their strength without issue. The priests themselves will have various ways to ease their own burden of travel.”

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« Reply #19 on: May 24, 2010, 01:57:53 PM »
Idrial took note of Malithar’s thoughts as they became words, a sensible man that spoke fountains of experience under his belt with sinister men running amuck in his lands. Although his experience in the dark arts she wasn’t sure of, but neither was Idrial. It was a touchy subject from where she came from, the book that was concealed n the pocket of her cloak gave her insight. Dark insight that she was not allowed to read but then again Raven wasn’t suppose bind human and shadow together without a a tying Master to control it. Fuck sakes came to mind quite clearly, but her fingers also itched for the bloody book.

“Fuck it,” she whispered as she took the book out in clear sight, she stepped back a little more from the increasing disturbing body. More like the sound it was making, she flipped through the pages looking for anything that might shed a little light on the situation. The book was old it’s pages yellow and some writing no longer readable but it was minimal damage. She felt like she was holding a dangerous object in her hand, she knew how to manipulate shadows but this book was talking about something more than manipulating shadows, it was controlling the dangerous element.

She hadn’t flipped far when she found something that resembled a time line, PRIMA NOX (dot) QUARTR, which she believed was Latin for First night to fourth; a clue in what Raven said, In two weeks he would no longer be human and only the animal would remain. Shadow Demon, the worst species of demons and it literally made her blood boil, she didn’t understand why the Academy kept such dark majickal arts and now she had to deal with it.
As she read the detail’s a smile curled on her lips, it was weak and would need to posses a victim once a night for four nights in order to survive. Additional souls would only feed if anyone or anything living got too close, and Jovan (or who use to be Jovan) be forced to travel as a human in the daylight she took in note. “Interesting” she said in a teasing tone.

Some good news she thought, the only bad news was who would it posses next and where more importantly. In so she picked up a long stick and without warning tapped the hanging man on the head, the eyes opened first in which she saw was pure white in which milliseconds later a blood curdling scream emitted from the mouth and a voice emerged vociferously, “MALITHAR, MALITHAR, MALTHAR, MALITHAR.” Then silence as Idrial delightfully laughed as she seemed un-phased by the event. “We have a jumper such a delight, good news it will be weak for the next four days and in light he will be forced to travel in it’s human form but still able to use majick just weaker though still deadly. Bad news is it will have to posses a victim for the next four nights, in which we will be blind in trying to figure out who is next.” She shook her head in disgust at the last part, what a bloody mess.

 She walked over to Malithar standing somewhat adjacent to him asking a direct question, “Was that the voice of your cousin or Jovan himself.” She didn’t mean to bring up the death of his cousin so soon but it had to be asked, it was important whether to determine whether it was manipulating voices. It would be better if it wasn’t which would mean it was weaker but not by much. They would be safe for the night as long they didn’t go past the possessed body. The undead talking through the dead, eerie she thought although she was compelled to tap the thing again, but not now maybe later. She somehow knew they had much to talk about as it would be a long night.

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« Reply #20 on: June 12, 2010, 12:14:17 PM »
Malithar paused thoughtfully. "The Heretic\'s voice. I\'m not sure what that means, but Heretic is still near, yes?" Likely in that cave, which wasn\'t where Malithar wanted to end up fighting. He saw what the Heretic could do in the open. He could only imagine a cave, the darkness, and hidden traps. His priests could be here soon enough but he had to assume the Heretic would expect them. What traps could he lay for magic users to protect himself? He knew he should ask Idrial, but he decided to think on it first. Malithar was sure that she would be thinking the fight through as well.

Of course, there were other problems. Malithar had never left Lyquis alone for this long. He needed to end this soon so he could make an appearance, raise peoples spirits. Also, who knew what rebelious ideas might have spawned while was away. The fort could be full of heretics and the Order would be blind to it without his direction. They never suspected their own, it was a constant failing of theirs.

Irritated that the whole situation wasn\'t making sense, Malithar crossed his arms across his chest and sighed. "I should be embassed, an elf who doesn\'t know how to use magic, but what exactly did you just do?"

If Idrial had tricks like that up her sleeve, and whole books, for that matter, Malithar wasn\'t sure what to expect. He was happy they were allies, if even for the moment, but allies could be more dangerous than enemies. Allies had enemies of their own, and secrets. It wasn\'t that he expected her to betray him, he just wondered what her connection had been to the Raven. Did the Raven have other associates that knew Idrial? Were they involved with the Heretic? Sighing again, Malithar tucked on the straps of his armor. He wasn\'t without his own tricks.

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« Reply #21 on: June 14, 2010, 09:27:47 AM »
Idrial thoughtfully nodded her head, so it was Jovan’s voice talking though the dead. Good it meant she had more time but unfortunate it was not enough to prepare properly for this abomination. Her hands that lay at her side become loose fists, not in anger but more in aggravation since this was not part of her assignment. The academy would be fools to think that she was not getting paid ten percent more than what she agreed on after this mess, almost spitting on the ground but she decided to retain her almost calm image.

She could sense Malithar’s uneasiness on the situation and had to hold back the look of surprise when he told her he didn’t know how to use magic. She had many tricks up her sleeves when it came to magic, tricks that she had acquired over years and years of practice. The house of Veneficus sought after her when she first joined the academy long ago, almost forcing her into the house. In the end she chose Confuto, the art of silence and manipulation of shadows. Idrial couldn be happier with the choice, why go into a house that literally didn’t call her name.

At first she was little hesitant about telling him about her lineage, Shape-shifters as she knew were almost extinct same with werewolves. What was a little more uneasy was that her mother was a witch and came from a very long line, and she was the last of her mother’s line. She took an unfathomable breath as she tried to explain what she just did a moment ago.

“I am not what you think or what most people think when they see me; long ago we were abundant in numbers. Over the years we have been hunted by mortals and now I fear only a few handful of us exist anymore, living in fear. I would not be surprised if I was the last.”

Disgust covered her face for the human race, they killed what they did not understand and in turn they wiped out the only family she ever knew after her parents died. She almost had to pause for a moment unsure of what he would think when meeting a race that few knew nothing about. She got close to ear and whispered what exactly stand so close to him, low enough so that only he would hear her words.

“I am half shape-shifter and half werewolf, I was born as a shape shifter but later they were killed by a rabid werewolf and thus it turned on me. I changed into a bear and killed it but in the end I was infected with the curse. As for the magic my mother came from a long line of witches of which I am the last.  If you want to learn more walk with me Malithar you may ask what you seek to know.”

She then started to walk away from the others to the outskirts of the camp, she hoped that Malithar trusted her a little and in turn would follow. Her walk unthreatening and showed Malithar that she could be trusted that she wouldn’t execute him when she got him to the edge of the campsite. She was not a threat and never would be a threat as she felt a sort of bond with Malithar to which she couldn’t quite explain yet. Maybe it was the wash of trust that was crawling all over her skin or maybe it was something else.

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« Reply #22 on: June 18, 2010, 10:42:39 AM »
Malithar followed in silence, motioning for his approaching men to stay where they were. He had donned his mask the moment his ring had begun to warm, telling him that people where near. He hoped that Idrial would realize it also meant he was now the Tahliten, not Malithar. He breathed a sigh of relief that she began to move away from his men before saying his name, but he still wished she would be more careful.

As to what Idrial was, Malithar was surprised. In his years and vast stores of information he hadn\'t heard of such a thing. He knew that such combinations of races and racial disease had used to be more common, but that one had eluded him. Malithar took note not to tell Idrial that his Order used to hunt such things. Even in his own time as Tahliten the transition from hunting what they called fiends to hunting what they called heretics had been strained. To most of the Order, they were still one in the same. Now humans were the most common among the dead left in the Order\'s wake.

Glancing back to make sure they were a good distance from his men, Malithar adjusted his mask and rolled his shoulders. He wanted his men to see him at ease, with an ally they could trust. He couldn\'t let his own doubts fill them. Malithar needed them at their best. Stopping in mid shrug, Malithar decided he had been silent long enough. "I hadn\'t heard of such a thing. If I haven\'t, I\'d reason that most people haven\'t. So long as they don\'t find out what you are, and it seems like only a handful of people could make such information available, then you should be safe." Pausing thoughtfully, "A pity humans are in charge of so much these days. Their fear of such things has led to much bloodshed." Malithar was actually glad that his Order had ceased to hunt things they called of the dark. It had made a valuable ally available to him.

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« Reply #23 on: June 18, 2010, 01:03:33 PM »
Idrial couldn’t shake the eyes of Malithar’s or Tahliten’s men, their eyes nervous as they exited to the edge of the encampment. She did not blame them, she too was cautious of the men that followed Tahliten’s in his Order. Idrial was not quick to trust but in this case she was more than forced to trust someone, her instincts of course always lead the way. She would not have told Tahliten of her species if she didn’t trust him, it was better to get some secrets out of the way than being found out later. In every case everyone wanted an explanation on the spot, bad for Idrial because both Shape-Shifter and Werewolf were hunted to the death by humans and some elves. A pity, werewolves were true noble warriors despite their rage and shifters could come in many forms both beautiful and ugly.

Bringing her steps to a standstill as Tahliten stopped suddenly; she smiled as he never heard of her kindred. It meant that she was still under the radar and she would remain that way and only a handful of people she had told in confidence. When other’s asked she told them she was an elf, thank god for her pointed ears due to the werewolf blood in her veins. Although old ancient texts were plenty on her kind, but sadly when they were found as a precaution they would burn their texts so that they would not fall into the wrong hands. Particularly humans, secrets of old told how to recognize a werewolf or shifter which was used eon’s ago. Not even Idrial knew what secret that was and she probably would never find out.  

She gave a heavy sign, she looked weary and tired from the ordeal but in reality she was sick of the close mindedness of the mortal herd. Rubbing the side of her neck roughly she looked at Tahliten with a hardened look, “My home town is no longer on the map therefore it doesn’t exist it is a ghost town to kindly say …… Years ago when I thought I was the last I came across a safe haven for my kind. They became family to me; it was within the blood of the shifter, something abnormal. I guess I was the lucky few to have the honor, we few half breeds” she chuckled a little with a smile on her face, “We were respected by all but it was gaining their trust was harder.” Just like now, she thought only now it was different on many different levels. Different levels of trust meant higher access to someone, knowledge she knew well. Never reveal all your secrets at once just little by little, when the time is right.

But just as quickly the smile faded, unhappiness with what they had done after she had left the safe haven, “Then the human’s came, thousands came for the slaughter of my kindred.  Three hundred souls gone like the dust in the wind, they burned the bodies and tilled the ashes into the ground. The generations of noble men, woman and children is now lost because of their ignorance.” She literally turned her head and spat on the ground which she was pretty sure she could feel a few eyeballs gazing into her backside. No matter she had not moved her arms the entire time, which was the important thing. She was sure one of his jumpy people she called them would love to stick a spear through her with ease.  A pleasant thought sticking someone with a cruel shaped spear but not that pleasant if she was the so called stuck pig on the end.

“Would you like me to show you what it feel’s like to have magic flow through your veins, Tahliten?” A simple question of course, magic for Idrial couldn’t be explained it had to be felt. It was like trying to explain the color red to a blind person, couldn’t be done and it would give in a little insight of her abilities therefore making the man a little more confident that Idrial could handle her own. Less for Tahliten to worry about on the battle field and more on his men.