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Post by Tam on Jan 19, 2007 0:36:44 GMT -5
It was a hard feat keeping up with Oran's speed as he hurtled through the stone halls, presumably knowing where he was going, but Tamia couldn't bring herself to think about what they would find if they were too late.
As the knights raced through the labyrinth of corridors, steadily making their way downward to the deepest parts of the castle, she coun't keep herself from stealing glances at the knights. So Zari was a Fae... she supposed that should explain some things. She didn't know much about Fae, except for what she had heard in storytellers' tales while she was growing up, but nothing would surprise her now, given the current situation. In any case, the Lady Zari running beside her now looked nothing like the shimmering, big-as-your-hand pixies from the old stories.
They reached a flight of stairs longer than the others scattered throughout the castle, and a chill began to seep from the dank walls into Tamia's skin as they descended.
We're almost there, Oran announced. He leapt from the second to last step and quickened his pace slightly, his tail flickering anxiously as he rounded the corner.
Not a moment behind him, Tamia spun around the corner too late to hear his warning yowl, which pierced through the darkness like a dagger before the knight crashed headlong into something tall, hard, and seeming to pulse with malevolent magic. Clattering as it whirled to face her, she found herself staring into the sightless gaze of a reanimated skeleton, its eye sockets empty and devoid of life.
She yelled something then that she couldn't remember afterwards, hand flashing to her sword as she realized that she was all but surrounded by the skeletal horde, all bearing weapons of their own. Before she could draw her blade, however, the skeleton she had collided with rasped wordlessly and in one fluid movement slammed the butt end of his heavy halberd into her stomach, winding her. As she struggled to regain her breath, he smoothly drew back his weapon so that its rusted blade pointed at her heart.
Then, miraculously he paused, as if held there.
With a gasp, new air entered Tamia's lungs, and she unsheathed her sword and ducked to the side just as the skeleton lunged at her. Immediately, she twisted to her feet and charged the skeleton while he was still distracted. Weilding her double-handed sword above her head like she had done hundreds of times on the training grounds, she brought its blade down on the skeleton's back with all her might. With a resounding crack, the monster's spine broke, and the frame collapsed to the foor in pieces.
Panting, Tamia drew back, her limbs shaking. "What was that?" she choked. "Why didn't he finish me back then?"
It doesn't matter, said Oran, who had appeared beside her again. What matters is that you're alive, and I suggest you -- look out!
The warning again came too late. With a thrust that had propelled the knight through the air before she met the dungeon wall, a second skeleton pinned her against the crumbling stone with brute strength that was all wrong for anything that looked so easily breakable. Pain shooting through her back, she pried at his hands and beat at him with both feet, but to no avail; her feeble attempts at escape meant nothing as the skeleton's spindly fingers held her shoulders in their unbreakable grip. While the young knight strained futiley against the strength in his skeletal frame, twin balls of fire seemed to erupt in the skeleton's lifeless eye sockets, his jaw moving as he intoned something too deep and hoarse to hear, a terrifying recitation that made chills run up and down her spine. All the while, the flame in his eyes grew hotter and brighter until his very form began to glow like the red embers of a fire, the air around him scintillating and rippling. Crying out in pain and horror, Tamia kicked him as hard as she could, with all the strength in her body, but the skeleton only held her, absorbing more and more magic. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew how it would end. She was going to die.
Beginning to feel faint from the burning heat pulsating through the skeleton's arms, she managed to half-whisper, half-whimper, "Stinguere."
Immediately the humming aura around the skeleton receded, and the flames burning in its eyes disappeared as quickly as if they had been snuffed. The skeleton just stood there, jaw still open, frozen in place. Sensing her chance, Tamia grunted as she wrenched at the skeletal fingers still locked around her shoulders, and was alarmed when they broke off in her hands. Somewhat disconcerted, she quickly dropped the bones and backed off, the broken form of the skeleton crumpling to the damp floor. Looking up, she realized that the rest of the skeletal pack was still pressing forward. Oran sat like a shadowy statue just behind her, and she had the uncomforable feeling that he was studying her.
She sighed. She was safe for now. However, there didn't seem to be any sign of the other knights around her, and she hadn't encountered either Kit or Shade yet. She followed the retreating army with her eyes as they were swallowed up in darkness. Much as she hated to admit it, going after them was her best chance of finding the other knights.
Tamia tried to stay alert as she slipped through the dingy corridor, but her most recent fight was weighing on her significantly, draining her of energy. It was all she could do to keep from stumbling and falling.
Finally, Oran spoke to her. That skeleton was using a rather efficient form of dark magic, he said. By all rights, it should have been more than you could have handled.
Tamia nodded dimly. She hadn't thought much about what had happened. It seemed like the skeleton had been defeated when she mumbled that word, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember what she had said. Her only explanation is that she had read it somewhere on the scroll that was still tucked in her scabbard, and it had unconsciously slipped out.
We will have to review this later, of course. His green eyes flickered in the gloom. But for now, I suggest you try not to say any more words that you don't understand. What you're tampering with is dangerous, possibly deadly.
"What I did back there..." Tamia gave voice to a nagging thought. "Was it... magic?"
The cat looked steadily at her. No, he said after a pause. What you just did utilized very old, very uncommon powers. In all honesty, I don't know how you did utilize them.
Uneasy, Tamia focussed on the skeletal army in front of her, and instead of thinking about what Oran had just said, she tore a slit in her muddy dress so that she would be able to run, and prepared to fight her way through their ranks again.
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Post by Kat on Jan 19, 2007 5:34:56 GMT -5
A shimmering purple dragon, glowing fervently with undying light, tumbled through the air and settled itself high above the audience but didn't touch the ceiling, twisting until it took the shape of a five-pointed star. Kat didn't stick around to watch one tiny spark detach itself from the purple star and blaze an invisible trail towards King Wolf, settling onto his shoulder. But since it was so small, nobody took notice of it.
It was a simple spell, and once Wolf got the message, either from the tiny spark or the dragon-star marking the passageway, the power would return to her.
Gripping her staff, she followed close behind Lady Tamia and Oran. As they ventured deeper into the bowels of the castle, Kat noticed that the torches grew fewer and farther between, burning much lower until the faint outlines of dead torches increased. Kat decided to get ready to cast a little light spell when they got into complete blackness - she had to conserve her magic.
Suddenly, something clattered. The Purple Knight shouted the incantation that turned the flame-shaped ends of her staff into two blades that ejected themselves from the long silver rod. There was no time to reach for her sword. She heard something screech, an unnerving sound that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end before it was accompanied by a strange clattering noise.
Daring to reach out with her staff, Kat swept one blade from side to side, and sure enough, she heard more clattering, a yelp, and stepped backward in time as a broadsword sliced the air where her neck had been a second ago.
"Necromancy! Reanimation!" she shouted. "Can't the dead just stay dead unless they're really, REALLY needed?" A skeleton's seemingly brittle fingers scrabbled the back of her neck as if in grim response, and Kat elbowed it through the ribs, feeling the bones splinter and break against her arm, leaving tiny cuts.
She gritted her teeth as she realized that for every skeleton that went down with a slash of one of her staff-blades, several more would hear their fallen comrade's cries and avenge his (or her - there was no telling what gender these piles of bones were) defeat.
Her staff returned to normal, and with one powerful command, the Purple Knight created a ripple of blazing violet fire that spread out around her, igniting skeletons and their weapons that it engulfed and singeing those that were not as close. Her ears were filled with howls of pain and agony, and for a moment she wondered if that was how the people her parents and Archmage Meridian killed reacted - or how her parents screamed as they met their own deaths as her way became skeleton-free for a few seconds.
But now it was time to get back into the battle. At least her gown was still easy to run in. Kat recreated the blade ends of her staff and began hacking at the skeletons, moving forward to create a path through them.
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Post by Dice on Jan 19, 2007 7:13:59 GMT -5
Pyro raced after Tamia and Kat, gritting her teeth as they entered almost complete darkness. She debated whether or not to let her sword flame up, because it might endanger her companions if she didn't know where they were. Suddenly, the air was filled with yells and the clashing of weapons against bone. Lady Kat's violet fire illuminated the scene, and Pyro gasped at the unending stream of skeletons pouring into the dungeon.
She immediately relinquished her willhold on her sword, letting it blaze with flames as she turning, sweeping it in a wide arc and incinerating the two skeletons coming up behind her. Everything was a frightening haze of confusion. A bony hand clutched at her neck and she blindly stabbed behind her, prying the fingers off of her. Drawing her dagger with the other hand, she began to fight her way through the skeletons towards her companions.
Sweat broke out on her face, both because of the heat and her nervousness. The skeletons were faintly shimmering with what had to be black magic--malevolent necromancy, as Kat had shouted. As the Black Knight battled fiercely, she wondered just who or what would have the power to raise and control so many of the skeletons.
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Post by zarikrahia on Jan 19, 2007 14:10:19 GMT -5
Zaha, who was running next to Zari, shivered along her length an became a girl with cat ears, fur, and tail. 'Ailesta! Iiathinne!' She shouted, freezing the skeletons...for about three seconds, then she leaped away, spinning an Ankh staff similar to Zari's 'Die and stay dead!'
Zari herself jumped into the air and glided, targeting skeletons and thinking. As three of them disapeared in red light, she thought 'They know what I am, and who I am will follow. But then again,' she smiled as another skeleton was consumed 'I'm not that anymore.' with that cheering thought, she sent a cloak of darkness over four skeletons, so they could not see but others could see them. ' Hieskon atefr kyyani...Iialo Rateveska Yvistion'
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Post by Shadaras on Jan 19, 2007 20:35:33 GMT -5
Just a little bit farther… Shade stretched out her hand, trying to ignore the pain in her leg. So far, she had been successful, but she doubted she could hold out much longer. Yes! She grabbed it and pulled her arm back, hissing in pain. Looking up, she saw that the demon Kit summoned had killed Kit’s opponent and left, leaving Kit alive. A sense of relief flooded through her, and Shade looked at her enemy.
Huh? Where’d he go? The creature had disappeared. Her hand tightened on the dagger’s hilt. Looking around, she saw a large group of skeletons in the hallway, and heard the sounds of battle somewhere in the area. Great. So I’m crippled, my only physical weapon is a dagger, and skeletons are approaching. She sighed. This is going to hurt, she thought ruefully, closing her eyes to call the shadows.
Calling the shadows was the easy part. The hard part was controlling them. Shade closed her eyes, concentrating on her goal: Protecting herself and Kit. The shadows heard her, and as she called them, the swirled around her, forming a barrier around her and Kit, etching runes of protection in to the stones.
Done. Shade’s hand loosened on her dagger, and she slipped in to unconsciousness.
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Post by Kat on Jan 21, 2007 5:31:32 GMT -5
There seemed to be no end to the crowd of skeletons blocking their path. Kat could feel the sweat on her brow; she could not keep slashing and cutting through them for long. She glanced around at her comrades - Tamia hacking through the skeletons as well, Pyro with her flaming sword, and Fae-Zari shrouding some of their enemies with darkness.
She thought of a spell she could perform as she shoved one end of her staff through one skeleton, but debated mentally as to whether or not she should use it. This particular whirlwind spell could be most effective - it would keep the necromancy-ridden skeletons at bay for a short while, but it could be enough for them to escape.
And then again, Kat knew that the last time she cast it to clear the fallen autumn leaves as part of her chores, she was in bed for a couple of days. Still, that was when she was only nine. A mage's magical capacity increased with age, but it was still linked to physical endurance, which was why many ancient masters had so much power, but could collapse like children if they used humongous amounts of magic - even die.
But this was an emergency.
"Everyone," she called out, ducking so that two skeletons accidentally struck each other with their axes, "do you want me to cast a whirlwind spell right now to get these things out of our way? If you do, stand behind me as close as you can!"
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Post by KitClairvoyance on Jan 21, 2007 11:43:59 GMT -5
Kit awoke abruptly, his back drenched with cold sweat, his heart thundering in his chest as he tried to calm himself down. He found himself on a pile of hay, Shade lying down on an adjacent pile. How did he get here? He scanned the room he was in, it didn't look like much. Sunlight filtered in through cracks in the old boarding, a row of pens lined the opposite wall. The place had the heavy smell of livestock but he couldn't see nor hear any animals. He struggled to his feet, he could vaguely remember something about a fight, but that couldn't be right. Perhaps it was another one of his clairvoyant dreams.
He slipped off his pile of hay, there was something he had to do; fight the shadows. He shook his head, where did he get such an idea from? He was no knight to be going around brandishing a sword against dark enemies. Such romantic fantasies belonged to those that dream, not to him. He found it difficult to walk at first, each step more like a stagger as he forced himself forward. Must've had too much to drink the night before. He reached out a hand to steady himself, but instead of feeling the rough wood of the wall, he found himself touching cold steel. He instantly recoiled, almost falling over as he jerked back his hand. He found himself staring at a knight in full armour.
"What brings you here sir?" No response. Knights, they think they're too good for us common-folk. Kit shrugged and turned to where Shade lay, taking each step slowly when a sudden crash startled him. He turned back to see an empty suit of armour scattered all over the floor. Thought there was a knight inside. All the same, I could probably sell the armour for a gold or two. Kit turned back to where Shade lay asleep. He bent down and placed a hand on her shoulder before pulling it back in shock, her shoulder was as cold as a corpse's. She die in her sleep or something? No, he could see the soft rising and falling of her chest as she breathed. Perhaps it was the frigid morning air; if he could remember, the last night was a stormy one. Again he placed a hand on her shoulder and gently shook her, "C'mon Shade. Sun's up, work needs to be doing." No response. He shook his head, she probably had a long night or something. He shrugged, it would be wise to let her sleep for a while. No point getting her up all grumpy for nothing.
He got up again and made his way to the doors of the place. A bolt closed the doors firmly, it took him a few moments to get the bolt out of place before he pushed open the doors.
"Oh my pitchfork, I'll be darned.."
He found himself standing at the peak of a high hill, and everywhere he looked he could see fires raging, darkness clouding the lands. He turned around to see that the place where he had come out from had disappeared, giving him a full view of the surrounding lands. The longer he looked, the higher the flames of the fires reached. The land was devoid of life, the stench of decay lingered in the air as it mixed with smoke. As he stared out into the distance, he could make out several figures, knights? They were drenched in battle, surrounded by massive armies of dark creatures on each side. Yet, the most fearsome thing was a giant dark cloud that lingered above them, a legion of hands stretching down, closer and closer..
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Post by zarikrahia on Jan 21, 2007 15:51:46 GMT -5
Zari finished her spell and watched with grim satisfaction as vines sprouted from the floor and walls, pulling at least ten skeletons into vunerable positions. 'Kat, cast the spell! It's a good idea, and while you're doing that I'll fetch help!' Her tawny eyes flared, and two more skeletons groped blindy, encased in shadows, and another three succumbed to black fire. 'I agree with Zari, cast it soon or sooner!' shouted Zaha, who was hurling knives faster than thought. 'Astera nedts Loene...'
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Post by Dice on Jan 23, 2007 5:11:35 GMT -5
"Go ahead, Lady Kat," Pyro yelled over the din of clashing bones and weapons. She ducked under the swing of another skeleton's hand and stabbed it through the non-existant heart, flinging it into another skeleton. She came up behind Lady Kat, gasping as she stopped the flames on her sword, sweat streaming down her face.
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Post by Tam on Jan 24, 2007 0:18:25 GMT -5
Tamia hewed a last two-handed stroke, and, grunting with the effort, sent the skeleton crumbling to the floor, skull lolling. Chest heaving, she stood back from the fight for the moment and tried to regain a regular rhythm in her breathing.
With a cough, she wiped the sweat out of her stinging eyes. She guessed that she must have knocked down about three more skeletons in total since her close call, and not once had she let slip another word from the scroll. In fact, she didn't seem to remember much of its words at all since she had started fighting, so she felt sure that she was safe from making that mistake again, for the present at least.
Despite her contribution, there were still over a dozen skeletons left battling in the dank corridor, the sounds of weapons clashing mixed with those of the creatures' bones rattling against each other. The skeletons' ranks were slowly being picked apart, but Tamia wondered if this fight would be won quickly enough. The few glances she had caught of her fellow knights in the flurry of the attack, she had seen fatigue eating at them all, and some burdened with injuries -- she herself had managed to acquire a slash to her shoulder, not to mention her unprotected knee, where already a unhealthily blotch bruise was forming. If the threat was as great as it was made out to be, this battle would not be the worst they were to encounter.
Preparing to return to the fight, she grit her teeth and drew her sword grimly; however, as she did so, the scroll was dislodged from her scabbard, and its tattered form flopped to the floor behind her. Frowning as she plucked it from a grimy hollow in the stone, she wondered exactly how the ancient parchment was able to put up with the mistreatment it was receiving.
It was as she straightened that she caught sight of a faint glimmer down the hallway. In the second that one of the knight's magic had flared up, temporarily illuminating the darkness, something down the hall had caught that light. The flame of Pyro's sword flashed somewhere nearby, and this time, Tamia thought that she had seen one, possibly two figures slumped against the wall down the corridor. At that moment, the din in the hallway increased significantly, all the knights shouting messages to one another. She hoped that whatever it was that they were setting up, she wouldn't be missed for a while.
Praying that the blurry forms ahead were Shade and Kit, Tamia unceremoniously stuffed the scroll back into her scabbard and jogged towards them, trying not to limp.
((The poor scroll. ;__;))
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Post by Kat on Jan 24, 2007 4:00:18 GMT -5
"Tamia!" shouted Kat as loud as she could. The Purple Knight created a violet fireball out of nowhere and hurled it at the skeletons that had formed a group and were now inching closer to her, Zari and Pyro. "Stay behind me - I can't cast the whirlwind spell with you running around! You could get caught in it!"
She struck with her now-blunt staff at a skeleton that nearly sliced her head off with a saber.
With a sweep of her right hand, she sent a tiny purple dragon, barely bigger than her palm, soaring high overhead. "Find Tamia and bring her to us," she called out. "And make a shield for the rest of us!"
The dragon's chest expanded, and it blew a stream of purple mist laced with sparks. The mist settled around Kat, Pyro and Zari, and rose up to form protective walls of glistening purple magic. Skeletons recoiled as they touched the walls with their fingers, and a few weapons sizzled as they came in contact with the shield.
"Tell her that the shield's only got a few minutes until it goes down!" Kat yelled.
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Post by zarikrahia on Jan 24, 2007 14:38:40 GMT -5
Zari stood inside Kat's sheild, panting, then rose up, leaning on her staff. 'Desperate times call for desperate measures.' she muttered, leafing through her mental spellbook. Two spells of the right magintude would render most of the skeletons incapable. 'Darn. Have to invent.' Then she remembered a passage from Ancient Spells 'The mind is deadly powerful, as are the memories. Make your opponent go through every bad thing you've gone through, and it will have an effect, depending on the negative force' A smile spread along the Fae's face for a moment, then was gone. 'Kat, Tamia, Pyro, I need you to hold your biggest possible goal in your head, along with a memory of a time you've felt safe. Just do it, Don't have time for questions.'
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2007 17:45:59 GMT -5
Lord Wolf panted in his chambers as he struggled to strap his claw around his forearm. The leather strap slipped form his hand and the whole thing slid off his flesh and clattered to the floor.
"Calm," he whispered to himself, lowering his head and closing his eyes for a moment. He had to be calm, had to keep his motions smooth and his thoughts clear. Hurrying against fate, pushing himself past his limits, would get him nowhere but his grave.
Yet his mind was alight with the sounds of imagined screams, of images of his fellow knights falling, of the castle-- now his castle --being overcome by evil and crumbling in his wake. He could hardly keep his mind clear, he could hardly keep his hands steady, his pulse so high and his blood so swift in his veins. Hardly even seconds after he had been pulled away to follow an unseen evil, he had noticed a violet light on his shoulder. The message from Kat had been a warning, an admonition that they were heading towards the dungeons for Shade and Kit were not faring well, if even faring at all any longer.
Those words had terrified him. He could not bear the thought of...
No! He would not let himself even think of it.
"I have to be calm," he said aloud to himself, saying the words for he knew that words were power, "I can be calm; I have to be. I am calm." He was no mage. Certainly, he could perform some simple magic and cast some basic spells, yet everyone could do so with a little focus and training. And he had a little of both. Yet he was no mage, a channeler, perhaps, channeling the power of the forest and the earth through his hands-- maybe even the wind one day --or, perhaps, a shaman, a man of beasts able to ambassador to the kingdom of animals. Yet he was no mage. He was hardly more than human. His soul, perhaps, was inhuman, greater than the vessel that bound him, but his body was just human.
He reached out and lifted his claw, his mind steady now, steadier, at least, than it had been. In a few skilled motions, the weapon was tied to his forearm and he was ready for battle. His dagger still hung at his waist. The emerald blade might still be needed.
Quickly abandoning his room, he raced through the halls, following the path that his guide had laid for him with a subtle trail of magical energy. He wished that his wolf would return and be beside him now, yet he had been out of the forest for too long and he could manifest himself in the castle no longer.
Wolf spun around the corner and stopped. A man cloaked in an aura of shadows was at the hall's end. Wolf's eyes widened in fear at how strongly he saw the force of darkness swell around the man, cross-legged and deep in meditation. Yes, as a boy he had been able to see the auras of those around him, yet then his powers had been feeble and as a man now, he could barely see magic at all if were not a product of himself or his guides. He oft regretted how he had neglected to hone his skills, yet now little could be done to change that.
As the Green Knight stealthed towards the man, he noticed how his hands were held in strange positions and his forearms were crossed. As he neared closer, he could feel the dark energy wash outwards and over him; he shuddered at the sensation. After a few more steps, he noticed a ring of charred, ashen floor around the man. Whatever shield had been erected to confine him had since been broken or faded away, and he was uncertain if the intruder even realised this yet.
Close enough now to do battle, Wolf extended his arm and unleashed his claw.
Click.
The blade shot outwards, soaring over the back of his hand and locking into place. The blade was green, a faintly-glowing green that shimmered like sunlight through spring leaves. Its end was tapered and mounted with a crest that formed a hook on either side, yet neither served much purpose in battle. Three runes were carved into it, each waiting to be charged as needed.
Click. The sound still resonated in the silent hall. It faded after another heartbeat.
"Welcome, King," the man spoke, his voice a slithering croak hoarse from silence, yet his eyes remained closed. In a swift, fluid motion, he stood up, his arms falling to his sides yet his aura not fading. He was well-built, thicker than yet as tall as Wolf himself. He was a born fighter, a force waiting to be reckoned with.
"If I were here for any other reason," he said, his voice powerful yet hardly loud, "I would commend your knights. They have fought well in the dungeons, even slaying two of my generals already. But more shall be born from the shadows tonight."
"Who are you?" Wolf demanded, his voice steady no matter his racing heart.
The man laughed, dark and sinister. "Some call me Barak, others call me General." He took a step forward, nearing Wolf. "Yet names matter not; you are not who we came for." He lurched forward, his motions too swift for even Wolf to retaliate before he was in the man's grasp, pushed against the wall, his throat being snaked by Barak's tightening fist.
"Follow me not," he said, and in the next moment, Wolf was slammed against the floor.
His vision blurred, his head swirling round, the castle spinning. He blinked, trying to remain conscious. He glimpsed the man walk away.
He tried to call out for help, tried to cry out, yet the only words that escaped his mouth were, "I have failed..."
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Post by KitClairvoyance on Jan 26, 2007 15:00:34 GMT -5
SLAM!
It was as if someone had turned off all the lights, total darkness surrounded Kit on all sides. His head throbbed with pain as he fell to his knees, some powerful force pressing him down. His memory came flooding back, too much information, too fast. He couldn't tell real from fake. what was he? Who was he? Where the heck did his darned pitchfork get to?
King of Swords. Ace of Cups. The Queen. Four of Pentacles. Knight of Wands. The World. Six of Cups. The Wheel of Fortune. Eight of Cups. Three of Swords. Three of Pentacles. Ace of Wands. The Fool. Nine of Wands. Eight of Swords. Two of Pentacles. Seven of Pentacles. The Magician.
Images of the tarot cards flashed rapidly past him, a disembodied voice speaking out their name like a chant as they passed by.
He cursed his clairvoyancy. Never had there been a gift that was such a curse to it's practitioner. He grabbed out blindly, his hand finding a hilt. As he pulled the weapon closer to himself, he found himself holding a serrated spear, just like the one Kristen always used. Dried blood had turned the colour of the blade a dull brown, the handle itself carried more battle scars than any other weapon he had ever seen. A series of markings ran down the handle, he read them..
Weapon of the seventh knight of the castle, to the service of King and Country - Kristen Winterstone, court divinator.
Kit dropped the weapon in shock, the weapon fading softly into darkness. He shook his head, sometimes these visions could be distorted by personal memories and feelings.
He got to his feet, the initial flare of pain had faded into a mild tingling sensation. Slowly, he organized his memories, the last one he could recall was summoning Marbas against some enemy. Somehow he had to get out of this mental limbo, it was like knowing that you're dreaming but being unable to wake up.
Perhaps he had to wait for someone to wake him up.
Perhaps he was already dead.
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Post by zarikrahia on Jan 26, 2007 15:30:03 GMT -5
Zari responed to the despair, the negative energy with a mental yell Stop this nonsense right now! Nobody is going to die, if we think fast. You hear that? Yes all of you, not just the knights. I don't like this negative energy around here, but I'm going to use it anyway. My past is to my advantage... The red-clad knight took a breath, gathered all her memories, and let thhem out in a mental shockwave of dark energy
A child, recognizable as Zari, watching other children play, then sigh and returnn to the needlework she had to do...
The same child yelling at her mother 'Who says I want to be respectable if it means I'm stuck inside this castle? What if I want to go outside? This disgusts me.' before turning on her heel and stalking back to the library...
More yelling 'I don't care! If I don't inherit anything I can make my own living! If you were turned out of this castle, you'd die without someone to wait on you, Vyarana! Notice I don't call you Mother? THe castle cook is more of my mother than you are! You pay so much attention to Rose, and you stick me in dancing classes and needlework!' 'Kesha...' 'ZARI! MY NAME IS ZARI!
More memories...Running away, nearly sold into slavery...Meeting other Fae, common folk...Seeing her mother, knowing she was suprised by how confident she'd become...Knighthood, but isolated, so isolated...
Zari stggered back into her feet and smiled slightly 'Now you know...Go get them skeletons, they're disorientated.' before springing into the air, targeting skeletons as though nothing had happened
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