RPG #9 - The Five Dragons

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  1. Adina

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    Cia woke with a start. Never before had she felt so disorientated. Looking apon her seemingly lifeless hands, she couldn't help but notice the dismal shape she was in.

    When did I last eat something other than berries? How long have I slept?

    The Gods only knew.

    Restless and hungry, Cia began to slowly advance to an upright position neglecting to give her shaky legs time to stabalize. Forcing herself to make a three-sixty degree turn in order to take in her surroundings, Cia immediately became afraid.

    Where am I? She thought to herself. By the Gods what has happened here? Shocked and bewildered by the scorch marks on the trees and earth, her fear grew ever more intense.

    Having no recollection of recent days gone or a slight idea of what she was to do now, Cia was alone and at an absaloute loss. Needless to say, this was not something such an experience warrioress was accustomed to.

    She began searching frantically for her mount.

    Where could he have gone? He never leaves my side!

    Her fury was such that she literally seethed with burning rage. She was sure that her red hot cheeks would be enough to deter any unwelcome visitors in her currently vulnerable state.

    Cia showed all signs of physical exhaustion and promtly let her legs out from beneath her well armoured frame and fell into a weary lump on the charred earth. Never could she remember feeling so horrid.
    I must remember what happend, why I am here, what I was doing...

    Lost in thought - not that they were getting her anywhere near the answers to her questions -Cia near jumped right into the broad and sterdy arms of the oak above her when a large sound thrashed through the brushes behind her.

    Determined to find out if this predator would find her suitable for breakfast before it found her, Cia made sure to fasten her armour buckles, arrange her weaponry and stealthily move forward towards this frightful noise.

    Moving ever so quietly, she was able to get close enough to see her Black Stallion Turangoroth feasting quite contentedly on a vast field of high lemon grass.

    "So that's where you got to!" She exclaimed.

    Turangoroth took a look apon his deep black face that resembled no less than embarrassment. He prompty snapped his head up and reluctantly dropped his mouthful to the ground.

    Cia laughed heartily at his shy nature. Still to this day, no other could bring her laughter from it's depths, But with Turan, all barriers seemed to dissipate and Cia could be herself.

    "Shall we?" she said with no longer than 15 stones throws later, Cia racing across the field at a startling pace that she so enjoyed heading in any direction that might aid her to make sense of recent events.
     
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    I need to find someone to help me please gods send me a place that can help me!!!

    Ara ran blindly thought the woods draging her broken bloody leg behind her. She saw a large complex infront of her.

    Oh please let there be someone there that can help me....With all my pains.

    A pained look came over her face that evidently went deeper than her wounded leg. She hobbled as fast as she could to the door of the large complex ahead of her. There was a large wooden door and a big brass knocker. She banged the knocker to the door franticly.

    "Help me please help me!!" she yelled as loud as she could but deep inside her mind all was hopeless anyway......Davin is dead all because of me and i have been kicked from the guild i might as well die....why...why did this happen to me???? god DAVIN WHY?? ... deep inside Ara's mind a power started to stir......

    AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ara falls into a a heap and objects around her start to sail throught the air and hit the door...small bushes up root them selves and hit the door. The door is slowly opened..

    "Hell- holy mother of mercy!!" yelled a cleric from the chapter house "quick i need someone to help me we have a stiuation!!"
     
  3. Crusader

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    "You may call he Siobhann, human........Jak" Was all she said before they went onwards, she kept pretty much quiet from then on, surveying the terrain now and again, watching him out fo the corner of his eye. Jak never liked having to rely on others, the sooner his sword was back in hsi hands the sooner he could go, his scar itched, it hadnt done that in the years since he got it.

    The next few hours of the journey were uneventful, Jak could sense the elf was suspecting there were no demons, just an attept to scare her off. Jak doubted too, but his old acquaintance wouldnt lie about this sort of thing. Grudgingly Jak accepted that when five or six bestial forms came growling into their path, their claws darkened from blood. Jak held outt he small knive he had maanged to keep hold of and waited as Siobhann dispatched the beasts. She certainly met her reputation, cold and efficent killer through and through. Once the demons were gone they continued onwards.

    It was about sunset when they reached Thayas, Jak dismounted and trudged through the overgrown grass. Siobhann eminated disdain, "This is it? ruins, old rocks, I expected more after your speech" vocally. She seemed rather unimpressed, especially since she had done most of the leg work getting them here.

    "Just follow me" Jak kept moving, walking lightly towards the entrance, was it this way or over there? It was so long since he had been here, and even after that he tried to repress his memories of the place. He turned to see the elf kicking a rock off what appeared to be a ruined wall. He kept walking and she caught up, and then they were past the illusion. The towering building flew up ahead of them, and the wide wooden door stood out invitingly. Jak turned to the elf and smiled at her. and then braced himself as he pulled the door open and stepped in lightly.

    Jak expected evil spirits and ghosts to be roaming the shelves and halls. He was a little worried, the torches were lit, it appeared people were here, or maybe not people. He looked forward and back, the hair on the back of his neck going stiff, he stepped as quitly as he could along the loud tiled floors into the building, he turned and turned again and then.

    "Aaaaaaaah!" He fell back and scrambled away from the tall misty figure infront of him. Siobhann's blade was out. The figure stood still, almost afronted it had caused the panic. "Stab it!" Jak shouted, thinking of no other way to kill something already dead, it was only the elf at risk afterall.

    The ghostly figure raised its hands as a sign of peace. "Welcome to the library, i will make your arrival known." And like that he was gone, just disappeared, Jak didnt like the sound of that, someone else was here, his old acquaintance had said there were others, and it was too late to go back now.

    The faint sound of footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs.
     
  4. Elan Morin Tedronai

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    “...What have you discovered about this amulet so far ?" asked the Sentinel, as she moved closer towards him.

    "Nothing much, " he replied, "just that it is old. Far older than I imagined. It is said to be a holy relic among Dhelian's servants, but nothing too special. There are more than one, it would seem. Though why they are so special, or aglow with magic, I do not know."

    "Well, then, how about -" he words cut off as voices bellow them seemed to appear from nowhere. Lendoril motioned for Sharana to be quiet, and she did so without a word. Lendoril got off the table and quietly walked towards the stair railing, peeking down below. There were two figures down there, a female, and a male. A male who looked oddly familiar, though in the pre-dawn darkness, it was hard to tell.

    As he turned to tell Sharana that there were others in the Library, one of Raythe's 'servants' slid icily up the stairwell, informing the pair that there were visitors downstairs, and that he was off to inform Raythe. The servant dissapeared quickly, and as Sharana made her way downstairs, Lendoril snatched up his necklace and followed.

    The sight that greeted him there stunned him. That ragged thief, Cheerful Jak, was the man standing at the bottom of the stairs. Lendoril couldn't believe it. Had he followed them ? Or was there some higher purpose entwining their fates ?

    He saw recognition dawn on Jak's face too, that hideous mouth curving into what Lendoril guessed passed for his "smile." The woman was a mystery to both Lendoril and Sharana. However, they did not have time to introduce themselves, as Raythe glided down the stairs, and said, "You have arrived. Now we can begin."
     
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    After the two elves left, Raythe went to one of the magic-working rooms on the third floor, and summoned her servants back, in order to perform the spell to give them their mortal voices again. This one was quite simple, comparatively speaking, involving only her bracelet, given to her by the dragons. Focusing her thoughts, she was able to gift them with speech.

    “My name is Raythe,” she said to the gathered seven. “I’d like to know your names, and if you can remember, what you were studying at this university. I am aware of the failed experiment in immortality…but surely you each had a specialty.”

    In turn, each spirit spoke to her.

    The first seemed to be the highest ranked of the seven, carrying himself with an air of superiority. “I am…was called Sahazai. I was a Master at the university, with several apprentice mages. My area of focus was alchemy,” he said, stepping back, obviously reluctant to elaborate.

    The next stepped forward confidently. “I am Isa. My area of study was magical theory, basically the essentials of how magic works. I was only a student, but one of the more gifted in the school. I was one of the mages called upon to work on the theory of immortality.” Stepping back, she met Raythe’s eyes, sending a shiver down Raythe’s spine. She was one of the ones responsible for the deaths of all those students too…maybe her friends.

    As if in answer, she heard a voice in her mind Yes, many were my friends. And I have to bear the burden of my actions for the rest of eternity.

    Can you speak to anyone like this?

    Just you, and the others of the seven. My soul is bound to yours…until I pass through the gate. We can read your thoughts, and you have at least a sense of our emotions. The tie will grow stronger as time passes.


    Isa lowered her eyes indicating that the conversation was ended for now, and Raythe called the next spirit forward.

    “I am Jonyas, at your service, milady,” the spirit bowed deeply. Raythe inclined her head in response, and Jonyas continued, “I was a student also. However, I had just been initiated into the order. My chosen area of study though was to be Pyromancy. There was a great demand for it, at the time…” His face grew rather sad, as if in remembrance. He brightened up almost immediately however, and with a grin returned to where he had been.

    “Guthul,” the tallest spirit said rather abruptly. “I was a full scholar, in the midst of a study on demons. The Masters called upon me to aid them in their quest, but I declined.” He glanced at Sahazai, and the former Master squirmed under his gaze.

    “I am called Dyamae,” said a rather short, fragile looking spirit with a ready smile, obviously trying to distract the two from their obvious animosity. “I was in a study for healing magic at the infirmary. Still a student, but I was to finish my training within the year before-“ she broke off and looked down. “Well, you know.” Looking back up at Raythe, she smiled and said “Pleased to meet you, m’dear.”

    “Yrava was my name,” said the next spirit, who was tall for a female. “I worked in the library mostly, but my studies also took me into the realm of magical history.”

    “Oh, wonderful!” Raythe exclaimed. “Please, could you aid Lendoril and Starflight, if they would like? They have research on some magical artifacts and-“ Raythe broke off, hoping for an answer from Yrava.

    “Of course, milady.” And with that, the spirit faded.

    Turning to the remaining spirit that she did not know by name, Raythe waited for her to introduce herself.

    “Sophia,” the spirit said quietly, eyes on the floor. An air of distinct sadness emanated from her, one that made Raythe sorry for the girl. “I was…I was a student of the Necromancer. I had just completed my Master training.” Her eyes flickered to Raythe’s face, “Like yourself milady, I was a reluctant bearer of this…gift.”

    Before Raythe could ask further questions of the girl, whose appearance told she had only been about 18 when she died, Sahazai spoke up. “We can share with you our knowledge, with some training, I think.”

    “Thank you, Sahazai. I appreciate the offer, which I may take you up on later. Now, however, I would like you all to keep an eye out for our visitors. They should be appearing after dawn. Sophia, I would have you stay with me. I have some questions about necromancy, and…other things.”

    With a bow, each disappeared to attend to their tasks. Sophia looked at Raythe and asked “What would you have me do, milady?”

    “One of my new acquaintances wanted to know what happened to these…test subjects, if you will. I’m sure you heard her story.”

    “Yes, milady.”

    “Well, I have never heard of anything like it. It’s not their soul that has disappeared…is it?”

    “No, milady. I believe it was just their power was gone…their connection to the rest of the world with it. Every creature has magic, but magical nature is measured by whether one can tap into these magics, channel them and use them. It sounds to me like the connection to the magic itself was severed in these individuals.”

    “Which would explain their half-life they seemed to be living…” Raythe said pensively, more to herself than directed at Sophia. “Are there documented cases on this?” Raythe asked, hoping for an affirmative.

    “Yes, milady…but the Sentinels possess those documents.”

    Do they now…it must not be common knowledge in the Sentinel community…I wonder what else is hidden.


    Turning back to the spirit, she said “We can continue this later. I really must get some rest. We have guests coming tomorrow after all,” she said with a tinge of irony to her voice. “Guests” always reminded her of the parties her mother had planned, trying to win a match for her daughter.

    “Yes…goodnight milady.”

    And with that the spirit was gone.

    Setting aside all of her questions, Raythe went back to her room, and attempted to at least get some rest before the rest arrived.

    Pieces on a chess board. But who is playing?

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    Awaking at dawn, Raythe hurried to dress. As she was tying her hair up, Guthul appeared, making her jump and drop the hairpins in her hand.

    “Ahh! I wish you wouldn’t do that again, please,” Raythe said as she collected the hairpins.

    A rare smile crossed the spirit’s face. “Yes, milady. I only came to tell you, they have arrived.” And with that, disappeared again.

    Forgoing the hairpins, and letting her straight, black hair fall around her shoulders, shrugged into the outer piece of her white robe and tied the cord.

    Raythe descended the stairs, excited and also a bit nervous at the part she was to play. Seeing the newcomers, Lendoril and Starflight, she said "You have arrived. Now we can begin."

    “Please,” she said gesturing to the armchairs in the lobby, “Take a seat. This may take awhile, and our two newest arrivals have been long traveling. Food has been laid out for you on the table, …I’m sure you are all hungry. Please, break your fast.”

    None moved, and Raythe laughed, for the first time in too long. “Please, sit, eat. For the moment, we are all allies.”

    Still hesitant, they all took seats, and Raythe sat in an armchair at the head of the study table. I wonder how the spirits feel about using a study table as a dining table.

    “You all come with different purposes. However, we will be united in knowledge that I would share with you. But first, I should tell you a bit about my background. I was a child of the Weavers, as I’m sure some of you’ve suspected, seeing my eyes, and appearance. But I was slow to acquire my natural magic of illusion weaving, and so I was called as a Blessed. The only one, to my knowledge, called by a dragon of the Ring.”

    At this, there was a choking sound from one of the travelers, but she was not sure which of the four, so she continued with her story.

    “He was called Zahramael, the Eldest. He gave me this,” she said, holding out her bracelet. “It gives me the power over death. Not a gift I wanted, but a burden I bear…willingly.

    He sent me here to purge the library of the spirits trapped here and acquire knowledge on my talents. However, I have yet another purpose. To inform you of the reason behind magic leaving the land. Siobhan, and you…Jak. You two did not come to learn this, but rather…events were set in motion that lead you here, shall we say. And your fates are intertwined with the rest of ours, for reasons unseen. You will find what you seek here.

    Magic is being drained from the land, as you may know. The dragons, led by the Ring, are in possession of their own dragon-magic, unaffected by this disappearance. It seems innate magic is unaffected by whatever force is stealing it. This…council, we shall call it, has been convened to share the knowledge we all possess. I have knowledge of dragons and ancient magics that I would share.

    I think it is time to put our cards on the table, as it were. Any information you know about these troubles in the land, I would bid you lay out before us. The slightest thing could be important…and then we can decide how to approach these issues. And any questions you would like to ask, or research, feel free.”
     
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    As they sat at the small table, with Cheerful Jak, the human outlaw, and this "Siobahn" who had not been introduced to him, Lendoril felt an uncomfortable mood arise from the beings there. Raythe had said that the four of them had entwined fates. Noone looked very comfortable about that at all.

    "I think it is time to put our cards on the table, as it were. Any information you know about these troubles in the land, I would bid you lay out before us. The slightest thing could be important…and then we can decide how to approach these issues. And any questions you would like to ask, or research, feel free," said Raythe, who then looked towards each companion in turn.

    Standing, Lendoril introduced himself to the small Council, "I am Lendoril, highest ranking Ranger of the Forest Elves, and once a Royal Guard for our Lord.." his voice trailed off, "I know something of the troubles our lands have faced over the past years. Demons have again begun stalking the land, their attacks even more ferocious than before. Our land holds, but our borders have been severely tested.

    These Demons have been bearing strange devices, and our sages say they are the marks of the Pair Of Chaos," said Lendoril, and noticed that they all shifted uncomfortably in their seats. They knew who he spoke of. Likely it was what they feared, as did he.

    "It is my belief, that Cy’dath, the Lord of Untamed Fire and Ki’dasva, the Lady of Unbroken Night, are again arising in the world. From what I have heard from my companion here," he motioned to Sharana, but did not give her name, "The Well's own defenses have been failing. Surely, this leaves no room for doubt."

    "I came looking for a Sentinel, to join their ranks, but also to protect my people. I am their messenger, and have been burdened with the task of defending our lands. I will put all my strength into defeating these horrors, if they truly be our enemy. Our magic is failing, even I, who have only learnt minor Healing arts, can see that. If the Pair Of Chaos are draining magic from our world, then I will devote myself to the task of stopping them."

    And with that, he sat down. He could feel their eyes upon him. Did they all feel how he did ? Only time will tell, he though, as the next member of the Council stood.
     
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    Sharana kept her best mask on. She refused to show even the slightest hint of any of her racing thoughts across her face. Raythe had revealed very interesting things to her, and she was not about to give up any advantage she had now. She trusted Lendoril; the Forest Elf had no head for playing games, and his body language constantly told her that he told the truth. She had concluded that Raythe, no matter what else she might be doing, was genuinely concerned for the land, so she would trust her as well. But not the woman who was with Jak. Never Siobhann.

    Our fates are entwined together, are they now? she snarled to herself silently. I’ll be damned before I work with Jak, much less Siobhann. Oh yes, she knew of the rogue elf, even if the others didn’t. Siobhann, rogue elf and assassin. Yet her profession did not bother Sharana; Sharana herself had killed plenty of times and would continue to do so. No, what bothered her was that Siobhann had worked before for Ki’dasva and Cy’dath, although she did not know whether Siobhann had done so in full awareness of the dark gods’ identities.

    Still, she trusted Raythe, if she was truly selected of Zahramael. But there were ways to be sure, and she wanted to make sure that this Raythe was not really a demon in disguise. Lendoril might trust her, but she had not stayed alive as long as she had without distrusting everyone.

    She stood as Lendoril finished his speech. “I am Sharana Wingheart of the Sentinels, and also known as Starflight, bearer of the Starwolf.” She ignored Raythe when the other’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I will devote everything I can to protect the Well of Stars and to destroying the demons.” The last wasn’t quite true; if allying with the demons meant protecting the Well, then she would do it. “All of you may know of our troubles with the demons, but I do not think I lie when I say I know most, as I am connected to the Well of Stars itself.” Should she speak of her suspicions on the Starwolf, or wait until she confirmed Raythe’s identity? “Before I speak more, however, I ask that you permit me to confirm your identity.” Raythe blinked and her eyebrows climbed up even further, if that was possible.

    “I agree,” the woman said after a slight pause. “What does this… examination… involve?”

    “Nothing but to permit the Well of Stars to touch you, with myself acting as a conduit.” Before Raythe could say anything more, she linked herself to the Well of Stars and let the Well’s power fill her. It was more than pleasant as it roared through her, then focused into a narrow stream to fill Raythe. Raythe’s eyes showed the same delight that Sharana’s did as the Well filled her, and the Sentinel allowed her last doubts to be laid at rest.

    “Forgive me for doubting,” she said when the power faded away. The others were staring blankly at the two women; they had not been able to sense the Well of Stars. But Lendoril had a faint crease on his forehead, as though he had almost sensed something, but not quite.

    Raythe smiled wryly. “Why should I? I would have done the same in your place, Sharana Wingheart.”

    “Well.” She took a deep breath, then recited everything she could dredge up from her memories about the demons. The others were familiar with most of the material she gave them. Some things she kept back, though. The half-dead spirits, for one, and information that the Well had entrusted only to her, not even to the Starwolf. But she revealed everything else, even secrets that the Sentinels had kept for years. Then she began speaking of the game, and everyone’s mouth dropped open, even Raythe.

    Is this a wise move? Someone brushed her mind with the faintest flicker of a thought, and she threw up her shields. It is Yrava.

    She warily lowered her mind shields, and delegated part of her mind to speaking of the Well of Stars. That was information she could have recited in her sleep, and she devoted the rest of her attention to the spirit.

    Wise or not, it must be done. I must give everything I know, if I am to save this land.

    Well. Done is done, little sister, but I do not know if what you did was wise.

    As you yourself said, done is done. When I have learned all I can, I must go to the Well of Stars to learn the truth of the Game. And maybe even play it.

    Hesitation filled Yrava’s mind-voice.I may be pledged to Raythe, little sister, but she might let me go if I ask it of her. Will you accept me as a companion if you do choose to travel to the Well? I may be of help.

    It was all she could do to keep her mouth from dropping open. You would travel with me? Before the spirit could reply, she heard Siobhann speaking.

    “Show me the bow, winged elf, and let me confirm that it is the Starwolf.”

    Sharana’s lips thinned. “I am not required to answer to you, rogue,” she snapped as she laid the bow on the table. Siobhann ignored her and instead picked up the bow. Sharana tensed; surely the rogue would not harm her bow. But all the other did was examine it carefully.

    “It is indeed the Starwolf,” Siobhann said at last, eyes narrowing. “How did you master it, youngling that you are? Oh, I know of you, Sentinel Sharana.” The faintest hints of mockery lay in her tone, and Sharana suppressed the urge to fling a spell at her. “You were very young to become a Sentinel, and to master the Starwolf besides. How did you do it when I failed?”

    This time her mouth did drop open, but her surprise did not stop her from snatching the Starwolf back. “You… you tried to master the Starwolf? It would never had let itself be mastered by such as you!” Siobhann remained silent, her amber eyes fixed on Sharana’s silvery-blue ones challengingly. And it was a challenge, both for personal reasons and what they served. The Sentinels despised Siobhann, and their hatred was mutual.

    We are going to have a confrontation sooner or later, she thought to herself as the other Council members stared at them, nonplussed at the antagonism seething between them. And it had better be later.

    “Your pardon,” Sharana said abruptly. “Despite the fact that our hatred is mutual, I was being discourteous.” The rogue elf simply sniffed.

    Bright lady, she’s even more arrogant than I am. Well, this confrontation has been headed off for now, and I have told all I know. Let another speak. She seated herself and ignored Raythe and Lendoril’s stares. When Yrava tried to speak with her again, she blocked her off completely, wanting to be alone with her thoughts for a while.

    Can I trust her, no matter what Raythe says? Should I have trusted her with my knowledge of the Game? A fierce light had awoken in golden eyes when Sharana had spoken of the Game, but it was too late now. By the Well of Stars, I only hope I can survive long enough to learn more, if I must have a fool for a companion and a rogue for another.

    She heard the scraping of a chair, and stilled her thoughts as yet another person began speaking.
     
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    So it was true. To hear that her feeling of the faintest whispers of her connection with Ki’Dasva and Cy’dath was true was astonishing. She had begun to suspect her old bond a year before, when her dreams had begun to change subtly, to carry meaning foreign to any normal dream.

    So. This girl bore the Starwolf. A tinge of resentment flashed through Siobhann, for nearly a century ago she had painfully obtained the magical relic, only to find that it refused to be handled by her. While her own bow, Dharyn, was superior to any mortal-made bow, and while she had complete mastery of it, the magical Starwolf was as useless to her as charcoal. The string would not respond properly, and when she did manage a shot, it flew skywards, as if called by the stars. That a Sentinel now had it only increased Siobhann’s irritation.

    Annoyed that her choice of following the thief now forced her to commune with such as these, Shiobhann sipped the provided wine – of good quality, she had to admit – and brooded over those around the table.

    This Lendoril, the Forest Elf, would not prove to be a hindrance, but Siobhann felt, as many other Wingriders did, distaste for the Elves of the land. Siobhann did not know quite what to make of Raythe, but she knew that she would have to work hard to cooperate with the Sentinel. She did not worry about keeping her true identity a secret from those gathered ‘round the table, but the wandering spirits that infested the halls gave her some pause. Although her powers invested upon her by Ki’dasva and Cy’dath had died when the gods had fallen, she still had magical protection from intrusions of the mind.

    But her power was returning, if slowly. Those dreams were but the first sign – soon, provided that the two gods rose swiftly, she would have access to her powers of old.

    A strange presence attempted to connect itself with her, but Siobhann brutally blocked it off. She suspected that is was but one of the spirits, though it was possible that one of those now seated in front of her had attempted to speak with her.

    Deeming to play the simple assassin, Siobhann rose.

    “You seek information of the plights of this land?” She paused, and though she was obviously correct in saying so, diplomacy called for her to wait for the confirmation of the others. When she received an eager, if guarded, nod from Raythe, she continued. “I have seen the passing of six millennia, and more.” Astonished eyebrows were raised. Siobhann noted, with satisfaction, that the thief seemed quite taken aback. “I have taken part in countless wars, I have seen good kings displaced by those filled with naught but evil, and I have witnessed plagues sweep the land bare of most of her inhabitants.” A brief flash of pain showed through her eyes. “Although we are not without troubles of this kind, it is not troubles such as this that concern you now, correct? Not only do kings and tyrants rise and fall, but also do the gods. Those that we thought we had destroyed now come back, and it is now only a matter of time before they rise again.” She paused, looking each person in the eyes. “Do we have the forces to fend them off a second time? Are our most prized and valuable possessions in safe hands? I do not know – I have not the magic to foretell the future.

    “In my years I have seen things none here could imagine. While I may have information you seek, I do not know what you require of this information. I am willing to share any information that will aid your cause. If you have any questions, ask them.”

    Siobhann had not spoken so many words together for years – she gave a sardonic grin as she remember the last time and situation she had to give even such a minor speech. Glancing once more around the table, her gaze lingering on Sharana, she sat down once again.
     
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    When the others had gathered for the meeting, Ayakier rose from her shadowed place and again veiled herself in invisibility. She walked near the table around which they had gathered and listened intently to the meeting, leaning casually on another of the great columns. She frowned slightly as the two sky elves began to bicker, but the frown soom grew to an amused grin as Siobhann began her grandstanding. She began to laugh softly, and stood straight and began to walk to the table. As she walked, she slowly shed her veil of invisibility so that at first she appeared as transluscent as a ghost but she gained opacity as she walked. Bemused, she looked at the variety of expressions on the faces of those seated around the table, from the thinly veiled anger of Siobhann to the amazement of others upon seeing a member of a race that had not been seen or heard from in so long that they were belived to be mythical.

    "You have seen much, Siobhann Klairé, but compared to me you have seen nothing. Have you seen the great crystal deserts in the far south, where the two races which are eldest Children of the Tree make their homes? Have you seen the Eternity Tree itself, its great branches as think as mountains spreading so far that it takes days to reach the trunk even after you reach the cover of its sheltering boughs, its top higher than the eye can see or even the strongest can fly?" Ayakier held her hands up, palms facing the rest to show the Seer's mandalas bleached snowy white on the palms of her small hands. "I have Seen the rise and fall of races that do not yet and may not ever exist. I have Seen the glittering towers built by men on other worlds, so high they touch the clouds. I have Seen the death of worlds and the death of stars. And I have Seen that if we do not rise to meet this challanges we shall soon face, the world as it is now known will end."

    "This rising you sense is not just a simple fluctuation in the balance of power, but rather the rising that will determine the fate of the world. We are now at the turning of an Age, and the coming war will decide whether it will be a golden age or a black one. Since the great War of Darkness, my people have remained hidden, betrayed by by our closest allies and nearly destroyed. But now, we have broken our long exile, for I and the Seers I watch over have Seen that if the races of this land do not band together once again, than all will be lost beyond recovery. If we do not meet the rising darkness, the Great Tree will be destroyed. I have come as an emmisary of sorts from the Old Races. I offer aid from my people and the Dragons, and guidance to our lands or any others that you seek. You four, and a few others who are elsewhere, are the points around which this war will balance, for good or for evil, but you will not live to see the end without our help." With this, Ayakier took a seat in one of the large armchairs surrounding the table and waited for the reactions of the others.
     
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    Elomen Ashanvahd entered the tavern and removed his cloak. He walked over to a table in a dark corner and sat down. The air was thick, and the entire bar was probably filled with lowlifes and thieves lurking around waiting for their next target.

    Elomen's smile quickly changed to a smirk at this.

    I'll bet he fits right into here.

    He didn't care, though; to him, anything was better than the rain.

    His latest job had brought him to West Point. His target had robbed two nobles a short distance from here before being seen in the city. It was a story he'd heard many times before: Some person harms a client in one way or another, disappears, and resurfaces some time later and then the client wants revenge. Nothing new, nothing interesting.

    What was interesting, though, was the target. Being used to killing nobles, warriors or even Sentinels, killing a petty thief felt like a insult, regardless of how infamous they were. However, the pay was good, and Elomen needed to eat.

    When that thought passed his mind, Elomen quickly checked his pockets and pulled out all of the money he could find. Setting aside some for his room for the night, he quickly scanned the prices and sighed when he found he could barely able to afford soup and a drink. With no other choice besides starvation, he ordered just that.

    He kept running through the client's description of the target in his head. From what he had heard, he sounded like any other human he had taken out, except for that scar...Just thinking about that scar sent a chill down Elomen's back. He never usually worried so much about another person's appearance, but that scar reminded him of his disabled left eye. Elomen paused for a moment and reached his hand up to his eye to feel the wound. The hand reflexivly pulled back after feeling it, and Elomen's smile faded.

    Trying to get the thought of his eye off of his mind, Elomen got up and started asking the other people inside the tavern if they knew anything about the "scar man". After a couple of tables and asking the barkeeper, he finally got a name to go with the image: Cheerful Jak. The barkeeper's story was entertaining to hear. Apparently, Jak had left a day or two ago, heading east, but not before tossing a fistful of gold on the counter and announcing free drinks for everyone, causing a mad rush for the barkeeper. Elomen felt sorry for the man, but the prices on his food and drink quickly ended that thought.

    Sitting back down at his table, Elomen began eating the soup, which had finally arrived. He took his time with it; he had a name and a face to go with the target, he had a general direction, he had his bow, and soon enough, he'd have 250 gold crowns to call his own.

    After finishing, Elomen picked up his equipment, paid for one night's stay in the inn and retired early. He fell asleep grinning, knowing that his client should've just handed him the crowns before giving the assignment.

    Elomen Ashanvahd had never missed a target.
     
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    Cia trudged along slowly on her beloved Turan. No steed was as patient as hers. Cold sweat lined the curves of her body, just to remind her how hard they had been travelling.
    With no clue as to where she had been or where she has going, Cia restlessly followed the faint tracks in the soil, not even knowing whom they belonged to.

    "We have to get somewhere, and soon. Come the next moons turn, we shall both starve".

    Kicking Turan back into a trot, her sore bones bounces along with each prance, the path begun to clear. "That's it! That's where they end... but how? There's nothing there, nothing at all. Just a few stupid rocks and a stupid crumbled wall!"

    Feeling no less than defeated and thoroughly worn out, both mount and rider gave up the fight and settled in for the night in the hopes their wearly bones will make it though one more day.

    "Not long now my pet. If you like, I'll hunt in the morning while you graze that tall grass just over there..." And with that, the fearless warrioress was asleep, in mail and all, her proud steed watching over her.
     
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    As soon as Ayakier had taken a seat, Siobhann felt the unmistakable presence of Cy'dath hover over the room. Closing her eyes in ecstasy, she whispered, "My love, you are wounded." A tear trickled down her cheek.

    Sharana, who had seemed about to speak, turned and looked at Siobhann questioningly. Siobhann grasped the thin bond between herself and Cy'dath and began channeling all her energies through it in an attempt to strengthen him.

    She dimly heard a startled shout from several in the assembly - she did not know which, for all her senses had dimmed. Someone viciously grasped her arm, but Siobhann saw only blackness as she collasped on the floor, all her energies spent. The bond was stronger, and Cy'dath mentally caressed her.

    Dimly, she heard someone speak a name which she had not used since the war for the Ring: Casano'or. So now they knew.
     
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    Arikha ground her teeth in anger, her dark eyes gazing around as she plodded along on her wilful bay mare. The mare tossed her head, jerking Arikha out of her reverie. Curse that witch to all the seven hells! Another decade wasted on fruitless searching. Muttering under her breath, Arikha scanned the hills, looking for landmarks. She would get her revenge, and the years of searching would only sweeten it.

    With the fall of Cy’dath, all those in his service had lost that connection, that… safety they had felt before. Arikha knew, she had pledged her soul to the dark god in return for the throne of her people. With Cy’dath gone, Casano’or would vulnerable as well. She would no longer be invincible. Unfortunately, neither was Arikha. With the magic leaking away from this world, her dark sorcery would soon be of little help to her.

    With another curse, Arikha shifted her weight in the saddle, giving her mare an encouraging nudge with her heels. At least it was a clear night. Rounding a bend in the path only she could see, Arikha’s gaze examined the crumbling ruins covering the hills. There, nestled between two boulders, lay a warrior in full armour, a faithful horse seeming to be standing guard over her. With a quiet, humourless laugh, Arikha dismounted, tying her horse to an outcropping of rock. Silently slipping one of her long, curved knives out of its sheath, she crept forward until she was but a few feet from the slumbering warrior. The horse stirred restlessly, not quite sure what was there. Closing her eyes for a few brief moments, Arikha employed a bit of her fading magic until the horse settled down into a light doze. Slinking up to the warrior, Arikha lightly pressed her knife to the woman’s throat.

    “So tell me, how does a warrior find herself in these parts?”
     
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    Sharana gasped when she sensed an unmistakable sense of evil hover in the very air itself. Then someone was channeling great power, great magic into that evil, and she closed her eyes to invoke her mage-sight. It was Siobhann feeding that evil, and with a snarl, Sharana created an “edge” with her magic to hack at the bond between them. But it was difficult, very difficult, and she almost wept when she failed.

    She needed destroy that link between Siobhann and the evil thing; who could tell whether Siobhann did this willingly or not? And to do that, Sharana would have to link to the Star Gate; she didn’t have enough power on her own. But doing that would tell the evil that the Star Gate was close, very close.

    She cast about the room with her mage-sight, looking for someone who could help. The others were too frozen to move, but her eye fell upon Lendoril.

    I linked with him recently to teach him; can he lend me his strength? There was no time to think; in the next moment, she spoke in his mind.

    Give me your power! she demanded, and thankfully, he did not resist. In fact, he tried to pour her all of his energy, but Sharana shoved some of it back. She didn’t want to drain him of his life-energy. She flung the power at the link between the rogue and the strange presence, but it clung to both of them so tenuously that she couldn’t do anything. But someone else could.

    The Forest Elf moved so quickly that his image blurred, and he grabbed Siobhann’s arm. Somehow, he too had sensed the evil, perhaps through his link with the earth. The link was still there, but weaker, and with a scream of triumph, Sharana almost cut through the link; there was still the tiniest bit of magic in between them. And Sharana had used all her energy up. Then she was too busy fighting off waves of exhaustion and dizziness to do anything else.

    When she opened her eyes, Siobhann lay on the floor, unconscious. Raythe and Ayakier, the strange being who had mysteriously appeared, still sat frozen on their chairs; Jak was watching the two Elves with a quizzical look on his face. He was the only one without magic in the room, and no doubt he wondered why the two of them had abruptly attacked the Windrider.

    The evil presence still lingered along with the link. “If you are who I think you are,” she said calmly, still in a daze, “I command you to leave.”

    No one commands the Lord of Untamed Fire, fool girl, he roared, and poured his magic inside her. Sharana watched her impending death with detached equanimity; no one could survive the amount of magic Cy’dath was pushing through her.

    Then something roared out of her to meet that onslaught of magic—and held it.

    Leave, the Well of Stars commanded. You will not harm her!

    She is my prey even as you are, Cy’dath panted, still struggling to push past the Well. I will have you both in the end.

    With that same detached calm, Sharana reached down for the Starwolf. It was leaning against her chair, and she strung it. When Lendoril tried to move forward to confront the presence, she shook her head.

    “This is not your fight,” she whispered, and with a slight widening of his eyes, he backed away. She knocked an arrow onto the string.

    The link is what holds Cy’dath here. To rid ourselves from him, you must destroy it. Aim at the link and fire when I tell you, the Well said. Wait for it… now!

    “For the Well of Stars!” she cried as she loosed the arrow. It hit the invisible link, and aided by the Well, it broke it. With a roar of rage, the presence vanished, leaving Siobhann behind.

    Lendoril was staring at her in awe, as were Ayakier and Raythe.

    “What you just did…” Raythe said.

    “Was none of my doing. The Well used me as a conduit, much as it did with me to test you, Raythe. I am not so great as to be able to defeat the Lord of Untamed Fire. I almost died.” She was rambling, and she knew it. Cutting herself off, she continued, “However… I think that we should talk with this Siobhann. Or examine her.”

    “I heard her whisper, ‘my love,’ if that helps,” Lendoril volunteered.

    Her face hardened as she sat down and took Siobhann’s foreheads between her hands. “Yrava.”

    “What?” So the spirits can talk.

    “Open a mind-link to her.” Ayakier looked as if she were about to faint at finding Cy’dath himself here. Well, she didn’t mind that at all; she wanted to be able to do this with a minimum of interference. Jak, too, was keeping quiet for a change. Yrava hesitated, though; opening a mind-link without the other’s permission was a serious breach in moral codes. “Do it!”

    With great reluctance, Yrava opened, and passed it on to her. Sharana opened it even wider to force her way inside Siobhann’s mind and look through her memories. What she saw stunned her, and left her in terror.


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    “What did you see?” Raythe asked.

    “Casano’or,” she crooned, almost to herself. “Casano’or is back. The Sentinels are doomed.”

    “Who, or what, is this Casano’or?” Jak said.

    “Casano’or, she who led an army against the Sentinels and almost wiped them out,” Ayakier answered, her face sober. “That Siobhann is Casano’or… complicates things. At least the link is broken.”

    Sharana laughed, a harsh, grating sound that held no mirth. The others shivered at that bleak tone. “The link is too… deep for anyone to break by now. It was all I could do to break the lesser link, the one that lets Siobhann summon Cy’dath or feed him energy. There are… ties… that bond the two together that I cannot ever hope to break. Oaths exchanged… magic… loyalty… love.” Everyone was completely silent. “Casano’or is back,” she repeated, reciting it like some prayer—except no prayer would hold the desolation her chant held now. She lurched to her feet and stumbled to the table. “Excuse me. I feel like getting drunk, or at least having a drink.” Raythe silently offered her a bottle of wine, and she broke the seal. Everyone looked first at Siobhann and then at the grimly drinking Sentinel.

    “Sentinel Sharana?” Lendoril asked, his voice filled with hesitation. “Can I be of help?”

    “Casano’or is back,” she repeated yet again as she finished the first bottle. Raythe handed her another one, and she began downing that one as well. “All we need is to have Arikha showing up again to complete the party.”

    “We can fight against them.”

    “Oh really? You don’t really know anything, do you? Tell that to Arikha. Tell that to Siobhann. Tell that to Cy’dath and Ki’dasva, they who support Arikha and Siobhann. We can’t fight against Arikha, much less Siobhann. Siobhann is blessed by the dark gods, imbued with their magic and power,” she said, biting off every word. “In essence, she is their agent here. Their avatar, if you prefer that.” She tossed aside the bottle and opened a new one.

    She could see the bottom of the bottle now, and she had reached for a fourth when Jak spoke up.

    “You’re glowing blue, Winged Elf.”

    “I am not.” Her bloodshot eyes dared anyone to challenge her.

    “You are,” he insisted. “Look at yourself. You’re glowing silver-blue.”

    “The same color as the light you conjured,” Raythe added.

    “The light of the Well of Stars.” Lendoril crossed the room and picked up her hand. “Look.”

    Sharana was glowing blue, the same light as the Well. “No,” she whispered in utter shock. “This can’t be happening.”

    “What can’t be happening? If you can glow blue, Winged Elf, whatever you’re blathering about can happen too.”

    She stared blankly at the floor. “The Well has chosen me as a permanent conduit… a carrier, if you will. It’s left just enough power at its former site to deceive Cy’dath and Ki’dasva, but the majority of its power is inside me now. It cannot be passed on until I die, or until it chooses to leave me.”

    “I can see why you’re upset,” Jak drawled. “Glowing blue doesn’t do anything to improve your looks.”

    “Oh, shut up,” she snapped. The dark ones are walking abroad, the Well said inside her mind. We need each other, you for my power, and I for your own strength. I cannot complete the meld between us unless you agree.

    She swallowed. “Do it.”

    She could only scream when the power rushed into her, power that was a hundred times, a thousand times more deadly than anything she had ever handled.

    I think I just made a major mistake.

    She thought she heard a muffled cry follow her into darkness.
     
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    Crusader Disturber of the Peace

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    Jak sighed, this wasnt his week. "Im going for some air" he muttered and walked off away from the clamour that had started a nice quiet sit down with food and drink. No one had noticed his words so he just left them to their own fun, besides, he still had to get his stuff back, and it was better if no one was around.

    Making a quick walk over to the door he looked back to check if anyone was watching, and walking as quietly as he could across the tiled floor he crept over to the stairs and began to ascend. Slowly he walked up, mulling over what had happened back downstairs, mad elves, who glowed blue? honestly! it was enough to make him want to start running again. Jak looked over the balcony past all the little fae lights, at least 4 floors up, he kept walking untill he was sure he was on the fifth and took the corridor on the right down to the end and stepped into the room there.

    Just as he walked in he saw a collection of his things, spread across the desk in the large room, it had been the study of one of the masters of the library, Jak found it quite cosy apart from the dust. Walking over to the desk he went through his things, sword, crossbow, quiver, knives, money and.......there was a bag, it wasnt his but it had none of the dust in the rest of the room, he was afraid of whatever trick was inside it, he never knew what that woman would.......

    "Its quite Harmless" Echoed a feminine voice making Jak jumpand spin round, grasping his sword.

    "Damn! not you again, I came to this fool meeting, i listen to them prattle and now im going, Ive done my bit and you can keep whatever that is" He flung his finger at the bag. "I'm through!"

    She seemed to ignore him, running her fingers along the walls, faint whisps of dust trailed along the air. "Strange the company you keep" she said abscent mindedly.

    "Well I do try and get rid of you as often as possible"

    "I was refering to Casano'or, I find it amusing you happened to walk in with her under your arm, Imagine what the others will think of you now" She laughed.

    Grumbling Jak began to fix his sword back onto his waist where it belonged. "Frankly I dont care, like I said, I dont intend on seeing them ever again, or you." He tied one leather stap round the scabbard with brutal force.

    "Yet you find it hard enough to get rid of me, and theres much more of them" She giggled, taking a seat near the door.

    "You're an exception" Jak blurted, he felt right now, the weight of his sword at his side, it felt normal again, he began to fix his quiver to the other hip.

    Once more she took on the stern tone that spoke of boiling anger "I have had it bickering with you, you were at the council, dont pretend to me you didnt listen to all they were saying, there IS a war coming, youve known this yet you still play about like a spoilt brat"

    "Now listen here! Dont EVER! call me that, I'll kill you if you try again!" Jak shouted, his face red with anger.

    "You think you can? Its time you listened to me, you heard what theyre saying the world is changing, the dark gods are rising again and unless people take a stand then there is no hope."

    He sighed again. "No one can fight the gods, not me, not them downstairs, only the gods themselves can fight them, so whats the point"

    Shaking here head she went on. "No Jak, youre wrong, very wrong. you saw it fro yourself, the glowing elf. The war is that between the two sides, but the battlefield is liandrah, and the warriors are the people. The powers have chosen their champions. The well chose Sharana , Casano'or survives as the conduit for the chaos pair, or at leat one of them, that girl stands for Zahramael, and you...." She smirked "....are my champion, of sorts."

    "Bad choice" he said as he fixed the last of his knives into their appropriate places.

    Yet again she ignored him "There are others, of course, the whole world is at stake in this fight, it is only natural for many to amass. This is very serious, you saw what happened down there"

    Jak coughed. "I didnt see anything, just a few bickering elves, and what else do elves do?"

    She laughed. "Ah, deny it all you want but you and I know what you saw, you cant hide it for long Jak, fate has a way of bubbling things to the surface, and in your case its inevitable. I will elave you at that, consider what I have said, and if you still wish to run, then you will not survive this war." turning to the doorway she began to walk out.

    "Wait!" Jak coughed as she turned to face him. "Whats in that?" he pointed to the extra bag with his thumb.

    "I told you, your possesions will be returned to you, I didnt just mean the ones you misplaces in the rain" And at that she was gone again, leaving Jak exhaling with relief, confrontations with that damn woman were never easy, he turned back to the bag, and opened it.

    A few minute later He was trotting back down the steps, the bag flung over his shouldertrailing behind him, hopefully he could make it to the door without the rabble seeing him, but as his friend pointed out so clearly, fate hated him, and there was no way he would escape from this mess any time soon.
     
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    “So tell me, how does a warrior find herself in these parts?” Arikha looked down calmly at the warrior as her eyes snapped open, a mixture of defiance and fear in her eyes. Arikha had no intention of hurting the warrior in any way; she was just annoyed, bored, and enjoyed meeting people in…interesting ways. Besides, a little bit of a skirmish to keep her on her toes would be good. Practice, for when she met up with Casano’or.

    The warrior opened her mouth to speak, and then the familiar presence, that hated yet wished for touch tingled across Arikha’s skin. The warrior was halfway sitting up with a dagger drawn; Arikha laid slender, white fingertips on the warriors’ neck and sent her into a deep sleep. Pitiful warrior. Slow, primitive weapons were no match against instantaneous magic.

    Arikha opened herself to the tingling sensation flitting up and down her spine. The dark god, her master, Cy’dath, was here. He was wounded, yet… something was giving him strength. Someone was giving him strength. Casano’or. Her hatred for the woman flooded through Arikha, but Cy’dath’s presence began to blot everything out. She needed to find him, she needed to help him.

    Arikha searched about, casting her mage-senses all around as she searched for her elusive god. She felt her senses hit something. A building, of sorts. A sort of…shimmering, in the air. Cy’dath’s presence was strongest there. Arikha trotted towards it, her eyes wide with apprehension. She feared for Cy’dath’s return, yet she yearned for it. Perhaps…if she was a good servant, if she did everything he asked…maybe he would grant her the power she so desperately craved. That would mean… not… killing… Casano’or. Arikha’s brow twitched at the thought as she cautiously entered the building.

    Suddenly, the presence of Cy’dath doubled. Arikha reeled; this was too much, too soon. With the same abruptness, the presence faded away, leaving Arikha weak and shaking. Leaning against the wall for support, she heard voices on the other side.

    “I can see why you’re upset,” a man’s voice drawled. “Glowing blue doesn’t do anything to improve your looks.”

    “Oh, shut up,” she a woman’s voice snapped.

    Arikha inched to the door, her ear pressed against it to hear better. Who were these people? What happened to Cy’dath’s presence? Where was Casano’or? Some sort of commotion started up, and Arikha heard footsteps heading towards the door. She pasted herself against the wall, holding her breath as the door opened to cover her.

    When it closed, she was looking at the back of a man who had just left the room. He seemed preoccupied, and didn’t notice her. Waiting till he rounded a corner, Arikha slipped to the other side of the door and peeked in through the crack left from it not closing properly. Through that tiny sliver, Arikha could see the familiar, scarred face of Casano’or. Arikha’s teeth grounded audibly as she gazed. She seemed unconscious. This could be her only chance. All her searching had come down to this. Arikha heard footsteps behind her. She whirled around, basalards in hand. There stood the man who had left what seemed only minutes ago, staring at her in faint surprise. Arikha readied a spell in her mind; she had decided she wanted revenge more than her god’s favour.

    Throwing the door open, Arikha dove for Casano'or's limp body, a snarl of rage upon her face. Metres, then inches, only seconds away from the sweet taste of victory, when a steel hard grip closed around her neck. Arikha gasped, anger written clearly all over her face. So close to victory, only to have it snatched away by the very witch she hunted.
     
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    She is standing there, waiting for the presence to reach her. But she stands in the night sky with stars all about her, and she is crowned with light.

    “Sharana,” the presence greets.

    “You are the Well of Stars,” she answers. “Where am I?”

    “You stand in the midst of my power—your power, now. But you must use part of this to awake the Starwolf.”

    She turns her head, and the Starwolf is waiting for her, singing to her.

    “What must I do?”

    Then the Well begins whispering in her ear, and she obeys. She feels a surging of power within the Starwolf, and then it sings in harmony with the power about her.

    “I have done it. Now let my burden pass onto another.”

    “I cannot, Sharana. The power that is now melded to you was
    born for you. Did you never wonder why you became a Sentinel so easily, so swiftly?”

    A chill crawls up her spine. “What do you mean?”

    “You mastered the using of my power within twenty years where it took most centuries. Did you ever wonder why?” Before Sharana can answer, it continues on. “You don’t understand, do you. Very well, I will be blunt. Even as a babe in the womb, I… trained you. You had so much potential that I could not afford to let the Sentinels train you. Oh, not in pure magic, but in the ability to use
    my power, and maybe even play the Game. Potential in becoming a Sentinel, I suppose. And later, I woke all that potential before you even turned eighteen, trained it in your sleep, and then left the power dormant.”

    Sharana shakes, not in fear, but in fury. “You
    manipulated me.”

    The Well does not even hesitate. “Yes.”

    “Why? For the love of the gods, at least tell me why!” Her anguished voice rises to a scream. “
    Why?”

    “Because it was necessary,” the Well says coldly. “Cy’dath and Ki’dasva have their champion in Siobhann, and may have more than one. I needed to train my own without them noticing, and that meant training a child. As a child, your potential was… muffled. And when you grew older, I muffled it for you.”

    Sharana’s eyes grow as cold as the Well. “ ‘Because it was necessary.’ Very well. I will be your champion—for now.”

    “That is all I ask. But one more thing—you cannot use the power until you challenge Siobhann. You must not let them know that you are the conduit.”

    She nods curtly. “I understand. But one day, you
    will explain everything to me. But before you leave I think you owe me at least one answer to a question of my choice.”

    “Yes.”

    “Is Lendoril’s amulet the one to play the Game?”

    “Yes. Awaken it if you can. And Sharana? I am sorry for what I did.”

    “As are we all,” she whispers. “As are we all.”

    Then the Well disappears and the
    things appear instead. Before she can scream, they form a ring about her and she raises her bow.

    “Greetings, elf witch. It is good to see you in your full potential.”

    Startled, she drops her bow to the ground. “What do you mean?”

    Sharana recognizes the one who steps forward; it is the merry one. “The stars in your hair,” the merry one says. “Before, you knew, in a vague way, what you were destined for. But now you have come into part of your heritage, and we may give you the rest.”

    “Who—or what—are you?”

    “We are the spirits of the land,” the merry one says. “We each of us represent the natural forces in the world.”

    Sharana gasps; there had been rumors circulating that there had been such spirits floating about. “It is true, then,” she says.

    “And equally true that we are part of your heritage, part of the power to be used in the last battle. But not before, mind.”

    “I… understand.”

    “I am the spirit of the wind,” the merry one laughs, “not the strong wind but the zephyr.”

    Each spirit introduces itself to her, then waits in that huge circle. There are more than Sharana had first seen; the crowd had increased at least sevenfold.

    “Permit us to meld with you,” the zephyr says, and then Sharana embraces their power.



    Again she is standing in the same place, but this time, only two spirits are there, the zephyr and the spirit she vaguely remembered as winter. “Remember,” they say. “Do not use this until you face Casano’or herself, and that only when she is acting as a full conduit for her own gods. You cannot kill her until the battle; like it or not, she is needed.”

    Sharana nods. “I understand. Will you still be… around when I wake up? Will I be able to speak with you?”

    “Never fear, elf witch,” winter says with regality. “We are part of you until the final battle.”

    “It is time for you to wake,” the zephyr says, “but I think that it is best that you do not speak of this to anyone, except possibly the forest elf Lendoril.”

    “I understand.”

    “Fare you well, elf witch,” they chorus, and then she is hurtling away from the stars, the darkness into life once more.


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    When Sharana woke up, Lendoril was staring at her in concern. “Are you all right, Sentinel? You fell to the floor for but a moment, and yet you were unconscious. Now you are back.”

    “I will be all right,” she said quietly. He reeled back in shock when he saw her eyes; if he had been able to see the stars—distantly—before, now they danced far close in pools of silver-blue, along with other shapes he did not recognize. “I am all right, Lendoril.”

    Before he could reply, a stranger lunged inside, screaming. Sharana’s face went white with shock as she lunged for Casano'or.

    Arikha, the Well whispered in her mind.

    Dear gods, I’ll be too late to stop her from killing Casano’or, and we still need her—

    She reached for her own magic and nudged Casano’or awake, hoping that the elf would be able to take care of herself. When her hand shot out to catch Arikha by the throat, Sharana let out a sigh of relief. And now, the other player stood revealed. There would be two champions for the dark gods… but who would be her partner? Jak? Lendoril? Raythe? Ayakier? Someone else… or even all of them?

    Then she turned her attention inward as the zephyr nudged her awareness. We move towards the final battle soon, the zephyr said. We move very, very soon.
     
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    Here we go again.

    Elomen was in the forest, holding his bow. He was with two others, and he sighed and let slip a smirk. He knew how this would play out; it was always the same. Knocking an arrow onto his bow, he quickly turned to his left, only to watch two demons annhilate the man on his left. Elomen swiftly ran to his right and fired as many arrows as he could before the two demons finally fell. If he remembered correctly, there would be three more on his right, about to finish the other man. In reality, he'd never seen it, but his mind seemed to be able to create a good image of what it must've looked like when he turned to see it. Elomen fired a flurry of arrows as hastily as he could while backing up, lining up the demons for a straight line. He knew how this story would end; it ended the same every time. There was no point in trying to escape his past problems, especially when they left a nasty souvenir. The only thing he could do is hope he'd be able to wake up before he had to remember seeing the demon claw fly at him.

    It must've not been his lucky night. Elomen couldn't control his legs; he quickly dispatched the five demons and turned around to find the sixth demon, a massive behemoth compared to the other five, quickly flash a right hand swipe, striking the left side of his face.


    He woke up with a scream. Sighing, Elomen got dressed and looked outside through the room's window.

    Finally, a day without rain.

    He picked up his bow and sword, and after a quick breakfast, left expressing his thanks to the innkeeper. However, he turned around and just stood in the doorway for a few moments and realized how much nicer the inside looked when it wasn't being dimly lit by those awful lamps. Shaking his head and lightly chuckling to himself, he stepped outside and picked up his horse from the stableboy. Mounting it, Elomen made one last check for all of his equipment and rode off into the east, in search of Cheerful Jak.
     
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    Siobhann’s eyes snapped open. Her hand moved as if by its own will, and snatched someone by the throat. Cy’dath poured his power through her exhausted body, and the figure in her grasp went limp. Releasing her grip on the woman, Siobhann slowly sat up, and swept her gaze across the room. The Sentinel stood rooted, staring at both Siobhann and the newcomer.

    Siobhann looked down to study her attacker, and was startled by whom she saw. It was the forest elf of Avaenonn, that power-hungry princess who had attempted to usurp her parents’ throne. Arikha, the sorceress, who had been sworn into Cy’dath’s service in hopes of gaining his elemental power.

    She had been vastly disappointed. Cy’dath had grudgingly acquiesced to Arikha’s request, but rather than impart to Arikha a portion of his power, he sent Siobhann, then known as Casano’or, to take care of the princess. Casano’or had complied, and dealt with the problem as she saw fit.

    She should have known that Arikha would neither forget nor forgive. After the war, when Cy’dath had been overthrown and vanished, the rogue known simply as Casano’or had taken on the Elven alias of Siobhann Klairé, knowing that keeping her former name would attract unwanted attention from the Sentinels, whom she had so grievously damaged. Casano’or, even had it not been a notorious name, would have attracted attention simply by its nature, for it was a name from the language of a race that had been gone for thousands of years.

    Slowly standing up, Casano’or bent over Arikha, and took her weapons off her person. Wedging the knives into her own belt, Casano’or looked at the human, and commanded, “Pick her up.”

    The thief hesitated, then, deeming it wise to comply, slowly made his way to Arikha and picker her up. He kept a wary eye on Casano’or, as if expecting a stream of fire or something of the sort to come streaming his way.

    Casano’or had Arikha brought outside, where she strapped her to her roc. Several others had followed her out, but she did not worry about them – she did not think they would hinder her, for they had already witnessed a very small portion of Cy’dath’s power, firsthand. The other being, that odd woman who gave off an ancient aura, stood silently, watching with a disturbing gaze. Even in the faint breeze, her robed remained utterly still. Stifling a shiver, Casano’or climbed onto her bird.

    As they took to the air, Casano’or glanced over her shoulder, and gave a mocking salute. She turned the bird and made another pass over the group, winking at the Sentinel, causing the scar that bisected her left eyebrow and eye to connect. As she left, she sent a mind message to the human, Jak. If you knew Cy’dath’s power, you would join me, and taste it for yourself, thief.

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    After a half-day’s flight to the north, Casano’or reined in her mount as they passed over a mighty mountain range. Knowing their destination, the roc circled down to a hidden cleft in the rocks, landing lightly despite her size. Casano’or dismounted and untied Arikha, who still seemed to sleep. She carried her through the cave opening, with the roc following, ruffling her feathers after the long flight.

    Casano’or had lived periodically in this cave for the past hundred years, coming here when she desired rest or respite from her bloody work. She put Arikha down on her pallet, then built a fire and began roasting some of the venison she had stored.

    The roast was nearly finished when Arikha began to stir. Casano’or sat against the wall by the fire, watching as Arikha awoke from her induced slumber.
     
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    Cursing herself for allowing that power-hungry wench send her off to sleep, Cia brushed herself off and began thinking out her next few moves.
    She had known that challenging the strange person who grabbed her would be futile. Her power was clear in her eyes. She was wrong to think me afraid, I could see her pride in the way she looked at me as she took my throat.

    Yes, if I had of changed form, she would be nothing but ash. Fortunately for her, I have not the strength to do so... at least not yet.

    Turan stood at a distance watching her warily. "What is it beast?" She yelled, suprised at the anger in her voice. He has ever been loyal, take your fury out on another, wretched woman she told herself.

    She had heard the faintest likeness of a male voice while sleeping. Firm and defiant. "Just how I like them" Cia jested.

    It wasn't until Cia turned a half circle did she notice the building standing before her that was not there earlier. Overwhelmed to say the least, Cia stopped to take in everything she could about this strange place.

    I bet that man is in there, along with who knows what else. Well, it's about time I found out. I could certainly use some excitement. With that, Cia left Turan where he was and headed toward the door.
     
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