Fantasy The Seed of Life

[DergTheDergon]

Vallen Dyis

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From the ominous, dread-like feeling emanating from Navier's very being, Vallen could tell what the man had decided to do. The man was impatient... for all he knew, Vallen and Arun could indeed have the information he seeks, but he only asked once then decided they were only useful for siphoning thier power into his own being... a process that would surely kill him. Vallen swallowed hard, his mind fixated on the fact that he had found a nest of black magic and would fall to it before he could end Navier's foul designs, or even begin to try... it would seem that this may be the very place he dies. The pain, the excruciating, mind-numbing pain, reinforced this feeling of the end.... all he could do was scream, thought was rendered null and void.


Suddenly, the pain came to an abrupt stop. Vallen hadn't been aware of what was going on around him through the debilitating, body-wracking pain, and so he was now met with the sight of Arun, somehow not in the grasp of the other guards, leaping towards Navier in an attempt to strike. Vallen took a few moments to understand that he'd been given an opening, but as soon as he realized it, he took the opportunity to lunge towards Navier himself, bringing his shackled wrists down upon his head whilst Navier was distracted. It was barbaric, yes, but hopefully such a maneuver would further disorient or even incapacitate him. If he was lucky, perhaps his shackles would brake or be damaged,allowing some of his held back magic to seep through.


@Effervescent @Semblance

 

[Effervescent]

Somewhere Within the Elssar Monastery

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The life force draining from the elf slowly syphoned into Navier's body. It was invigorating, and the Elssar could feel the energy revitalizing within him. It was a technique used to prolong their life span with positive side effects when taking from a magical being. The magical soul they sucked from would allow them to conjure their former magical affinity, though only briefly. It was this very technique that allowed the Elssar to cast an illusion upon his features to make him appear as though he were old.


A howl of pain cut through Navier's concentration, and he momentarily ceased the syphon to address the issue at hand. One of his comrades crouched and clutched his shin, the Sur elf spinning about with a blade in hand. Arun's hand clutched the Elssar's throat, and he grinned in response as he tightened his grip around Valen's neck.


His grip was not enough to prevent the sudden blow to his chest. Navier's attention had been to the Sur. The shackles around Valen's wrists held true, the thick iron cracking only just a rib within the Elssar's chest that caused the man to grunt in the pain. The two Elssar that once held the Vuaturi back rushed forward, their hands grasping the elf's shoulders and arms to pull him back and away from the High Elssar. One of them rushed to punch Valen.


Naveir held out a hand towards the other two Elssar as they stepped towards Arun ready to pull him away. Cold eyes fixated on Arun as he spoke in a low tone. "Do you feel The Darkness, Arun?" he asked. "Have you killed before? If you have not, you soon will. We may make you one of us. Kill me and your training will begin. Kill me and feel The Darkness."


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Within the Walls of the Monastery
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Esa grabbed hold of Wynleth's arm, her eyes staring out beyond the bushes that hid their frames. The hard leaves prickled at exposed skin and clung to loose fabrics like brambles. The young Dragon Warden was still as she stared at what seemed to be nothing. She had a keen sense, likely due to her attunement to the Arcane. She had not been cooped up as long as the others and so her magic had not dulled as much. Fallah and Zethel quickly lowered themselves to the earth next to the Sur and kept quiet.


"They're all going down below," Esa whispered. "It's completely dark down there. I can't see."


"We can make our escape, then," Zethel whispered in return. She began to stand until Fallah reached up to pull her back down to a crouch.


"Wyn's friend might be down there," Fallah said lowly.


"If anyone else is here, their magic is not present," Esa stated as she released her hold on Wynleth. "The Shadow might be too overwhelming to see them. I can't be sure."


Fallah turned to Wynleth. "If we go down there, we will face their wrath," she said calmly. "We will follow you if you wish to search for your friend there. Our magic is weak, but we will do what we can. What say you?"


@Elle Joyner

 

[Elle Joyner]

Wynleth Kinor

Within the Walls of the Monastery

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She was scared. She was scared, and she wasn't the greatest in the world at hiding it. She wasn't a skilled warrior. She was hardly trained at all, but she had the heart necessary to protect what remained of her family, of her loved ones and that was what had spurred her to join the quest. But things had become so real, so quickly, and in such a short span of time she'd been thrust into circumstances beyond her vein of ability. And she was terrified.


Esa took her arm and she was glad for the comfort of that embrace, but the words she spoke brought Wynleth back to reality, and she paled at the notion of what they were about to do. Of what she was about to do. She'd made up her mind. She'd made up her mind before it had even needed to be made up. She would not let these women, who had suffered so much... who were finally on the brink of escaping, risk their freedom, risk their lives for her. Not for her...


"Can you tell me the way?" She asked, trying to keep her voice from quivering, "It's just, I don't know this place and I'll be no use to my friends if I get lost." And the chances of her getting lost were entirely too viable. Turning to Fallah, she smiled faintly... dryly, "I know what you'll say... that you'll come with me, but I can't ask you to do that. In fact, I won't let you. I can't. This is your chance to get and you need to take that. Just... tell me how to get to my friends, and then run..."


There was a chance she wouldn't survive. There was a good chance she wouldn't even make it inside before she was struck down, but she had to try... for Arun and the others. For Rem and her dad and all the people that had been subjected to the merciless savagery of the Shadows. If all she had was her brother's sword and her courage, then it would have to be enough.


"Which way, Esa...?"


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