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It is said that when the Immortal Treid was slain, his heart was buried in the shadows of the ice, cursed by the Immortal Audrae. His people built a city atop the frozen wasteland in hopes of one day finding it and resurrecting their fallen leader.

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The End of Hope

Fri Jan 13, 2017 12:27 pm

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Forward unto the Dawn! She charged horns ablaze with glorious light a halo in the form of antlers her Brux form clothing her in the glory that her human form could never have mustered. As she was pointed the right way she followed the trail of chaos guided by so many helpful hands.

Soon she was upon him the monster that lurked in shadows, the betrayer the murderer the villain the being that would sew destruction without caring for the consequences. charging forward she bellowed once more the final call h quarry found. Lowering her horns she charged forward it felt as if her very soul had ignited she felt so awake and it was as if her whole being had been unified in one purpose.

Blinded to all but her purpose she would run the man down and gut him on her antlers, rend his flesh from bone crush him beneath her mighty hooves spread his blood across the battle field a testament to the price of treachery. her immortal lay dying and he was to blame and for that and so to would he suffer for it. least that was the plan she would be upon him in a moment she had decided her approach would be to charge head on she trusted her horns and flesh to protect her against his treacherous blade who's smell smote her nose and made her fury increase ten fold. she would be the approaching dawn and soon. she would be the vile betrayers dusk the closing of his day, and his life.

Horns ablaze she approached her target in sight her antlers glowing fiercely subtlety had gone out the window now was time for one and one thing only swift and brutal retribution. Symbri remembered the kind eyes and words Xiur had given her and looked upon her with. She would die before forgiving someone would harm such a sacred individual.
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Tue Jan 17, 2017 5:07 am

The Golden Brux was going to beat her to the carrier of the empowered blade!

Gremielle cursed at the necessity of spending the boons her Matron Immortal had granted her as one of her chief devotees. It was almost as if the man was deliberately trying to "milk" the abilities she'd gained from Audrae's blessing from her. That alone was not so infuriating as it was that he was the one that would be benefiting from their expenditure.

She'd worked long and hard, and with great sacrifice and pain, to gain the boons she now wielded. She was not so exalted as to be one of the few that had sat beside the Great Mother's side in Augiery. but if she could get hold of the sword the human male carried, the strange power that radiated from it may just be her path to such status. For that reason alone, she could abide using them this way. Whatever could be gleaned from that sword would undoubtedly benefit the sisterhood at large; and therefore be to the Great Mother's cause.

Looking again, she cursed the man for his incompetence. The glowing creature was gaining on he and his partner, and they seemed none the wiser to its approach. On the other hand, if he was feigning complete ignorance of his peril, to put the Brux/minion off guard with overconfidence, then she might give him credit for his performance.

She snarled at the tactic. He was either a master of deception or a clueless fool. But she could not wait another moment, as it was all too possible that the energy in that weapon was somehow keyed to his own life force. If the Brux ran him through with those antlers, whose own aura of energy was equal to the sword, and were a pain to her eyes, he'd be killed for certain and the sword might suddenly be worthless.

Taking from the well of power her mark of Audnev made available, she freed the 'Severed Shade', which allowed her own shadow to move independently of her. Normally this was a decoying tactic, used to convince people that something was moving in some direction to mislead pursuit, or to create a theater of sorts to raise scandal. But she had a more directly strategic usage in mind, for she also possessed the power of the 'Shades of Iron', whereby a shadow could be caused to solidify instantly to ensnare the feet of a target.

The only problem was that she was not yet of sufficient command of her deity's domain of shadow to create the shadow to be solidified. There had to already BE shadow in the target's path. Right now, there was none. But by severing and freeing her own shadow, one would be there in short order.

She spoke the commands and her shadow sprang from its connection to where her feet touched the icy soil, to spread with divine speed across the approaching Brux' path. Just as the glowing hooves hit the patch of shadow, she shouted the command for solidifying. It was not truly necessary to shout, but her own eagerness to complete the task gave rise to unintended vocal pressure. Manacles of shadow locked around the animal's energized legs and stretched briefly before coiling further to harden into firm leggings of immovable shade.

She sighed with deep satisfaction as the creature snorted in shocked fury. A wind whipped up to obscure Gremielle's view of the man and his companion, but she could not imagine them still being unaware of the glowing creature, which now thrashed in vain not thirty yards away. The Swordmistress strode with slow confidence toward the trapped animal, turning on an oblique path to bypass it as she pulled her own enchanted blade to close upon the pair of targets.

The sneer of confidence was still sharpening her face as she readied a taunt at the man and woman. The taunt failed in her throat though, as a flare of light grew behind her. She whirled around in alarm to see a shaft of starlight strike the hardened pool of shadow encasing the Brux' legs. The light mimicked her command of shadow to harden into the form of a blinding key, which stabbed into the shadow as it unlocked the first leg.

Gremielle stared in amazement, "Starlight Key! Unlocking my shades!" Her voice held wonder and warning as she growled over her shoulder to the two behind her, "Did you know you face an avenging beast of Xiur, human? His is a call that has always been keyed to undo the works of the Great Mother, Audrae. What did you do? Is that HIS blade you hold?"

Intuition drove her eyes to focus more closely on the blade, finding that it was not its entire length that shone to her attuned vision, as would be the case with an alchemical, ensorcelled, or dustforged item. Rather it was streaked and smeared with something that gave off this aura. Understanding lit her features finally, and she laughed bitterly. "Idiot! You succeeded in giving such a wound to our enemy, yet failed to complete the job! Do you think this creature would be so empowered if the Fool Optimist's life was spent? Xiur yet lives! And this creature tracks his blood scent. The blade you hold is a curse upon your own head, a beacon for Xiur's retribution. It will ever draw your enemy to you."

Three of the Brux' legs were now free, and the Starlight Key attacked the last one. Gremielle turned grim eyes toward the deadly beast, sneering a last offer to the pair behind her. "Only in Augiery will you be free of such pursuit. If we work together, we may yet prevail. But I will expect you to repay my aid with a term of service to my city, BOTH of you! I do not believe this creature is tasked to harm me, so I can still just stand by and watch you be destroyed. Make your choice!"

The time to choose was truly upon them, as the Brux' last leg was freed, the shade returning to Gremielle's feet as she faced the beast with her sword held two-handed in readiness.
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Sat Jan 21, 2017 3:05 pm

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Doran too had been worried about the footprints they were leaving in the snow and how easy it would be to follow them. As Yana suggested that they backtrack and separate for a brief period, he nodded – it seemed like an acceptable idea to him - and remarked, “If they are only using their eyes, that might confuse them sufficiently and increase our chances.” He left the rest of his thoughts unspoken. She likely knew as well as he did that there might be worse things than a group of men and women with functioning eyes behind them, mages, creatures with supernatural senses, Immortals even if they were unlucky.

He did the same thing that she did. He carefully placed his right foot in the last print that he had made and then his left foot in the one that came before that. It was a comparatively slow process, but if only a few of those that might be following them moved in the wrong direction because of it, it would be worth it. He still didn’t know what was the matter with the light they had seen in the distance, but he had the feeling that it was the thing they would have to watch out for the most, that it was much more dangerous than whatever people were trying to hunt him down for what he had dared to do.

After a while he jumped to the side. Acrobatics, he realized as he landed a few feet away from where he had previously been, were not exactly his forte. He was a scholar and a swordsman, and he tried to defeat his opponents with strength as well as intellect and not by jumping around in front of them like some sort of fool. As he followed the rest of her plan, it occurred to him that separating, albeit briefly, would work in her favour in more than one way.

If those that were following them found him while they were still apart, Yana might be able to claim that she didn’t have anything to do with him, that she was just another wannabe hero trying to fight those that she thought were the evil ones, just another fool blinded by Xiur’s power. It was quite clever, he had to admit that much. He was just about to rejoin her as they had discussed when he felt it. Somebody was coming, racing towards him with sheer impossible speed. No, not somebody – something, a beast that was unlike anything that he had ever encountered in the four centuries that he had walked the world of Idalos.

He spun around and prepared himself for the upcoming fight for he knew that he would not be able to run this time. But even as he tensed, and his heart began to beat faster and faster, even as he prepared himself for what might very well be his final moments, the magnificent creature fell, bound by ties made of shadow. It gave him a much needed chance to catch his breath.

He looked at the fallen Brux and took a moment to admire its strength and beauty that would likely have left him speechless had this been any other trial before he turned to face the one that had bound it. He realized that she might very well have saved his life as well as Yana’s, but that didn’t necessarily mean that she was an ally. There were probably more than two sides in that battle.

“I suspected as much”, he replied as Gremielle called the magnificent creature an avenging beast of Xiur. Unlike the chosen of Audrae the Mortalborn did not sneer, he did not taunt, and he did not growl. He simply stood completely straight, with the sword in his hands so that he could strike at a moment’s notice should the Brux manage to free herself or Gremielle decide that she’d rather see the man who had attacked Xiur dead.

He knew that Syroa and Audrae had been allies at one point, but he was unfortunately unaware as to what kind of relationship they had now. Immortals, he had found, were just as bad as mortals and sometimes even worse. They could change allegiances within the blink of an eye.

“It is my sword that I wounded the Lord of Hope with”, he spoke calmly, as if he were not disappointed at all that Xiur was still breathing, and met her gaze. Even a wounded Immortal would serve his purpose. “You call it failure, but how many people managed to hurt an Immortal and lived to tell the tale? Xiur is weakened, and it is likely that he would have died if it had taken his allies only a little longer to reach him. Can you say with absolute certainty that you would have been able to do the same?”

She was angry, he observed, she had a tendency to use swearwords – perhaps it was an attempt to appear stronger and more dangerous - and was driven by her emotions. That kind of behaviour was somewhat foreign to the son of Ziell. She seemed to be rather skilled though, and she did have a point. He should have realized that somebody or something would use the blood on his blade to track him.

He know little of the city of Augiery apart from the fact that it was Audrae’s domain, and he was not sure how much he could trust a woman that worshipped the Immortal of Deception, but it didn’t seem as if he had any other options. If the three of them worked together then, perhaps there would be a way out for them. He cast a glance at Yana to find out what she thought of Gremielle’s proposal before he turned to face the swordmistress again.

“Very well”, he spoke and inclined his head a fraction. “In return for your aid I will serve Augiery.” Having said that, he gripped his sword with both hands and assumed his stance, with his legs spread and slightly bent for better balance and flexibility. He could see that the Brux was about to come free. They needed to act now, before it had fully recovered. But a mere sword, even in the hands of somebody who had mastered it, it occurred to him, might not be enough to defeat the celestial creature in front of them. There was only one way in his opinion, risky as it was.

He made a step back, away from the Brux so that he was slightly behind the others and reached for Xiur's creature with his mind. He reached towards the golden light that seemed to surround her. The darkness was his domain, just like hope and the stars and their light belonged to Xiur. He would try to steal her light, to absorb it, which would hopefully weaken her enough to make it possible for Gremielle and Yana to defeat her. Gremielle had been wrong in more than one way. He was not an idiot, and he was no mere human. The blood of an Immortal flowed through his veins, and he had abilities that no ordinary man had.
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Fri Jan 27, 2017 5:05 pm

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Walking through the snow had Yana worried still, despite having separated from Doran. If the pursuers –if there were pursuers, of course— used their eyes to track, the trick should be enough to leave them confused for a while and allow for both herself and Doran to put some more distance between them. However, that was only one of its uses. Another was confirming that the enemy did have other ways of tracking than the mundane method. Granted, it would only be when they caught up that they’d know, which wasn’t ideal. But if they could defeat the first group of pursuers, they at least knew that they’d need to find another way to hide their tracks.

The most important use was of course that she and Doran had been split, and that if the pursuers stayed together, they only had fifty percent chance of following her. Even if they did, though, Yana could merely pull the wool over their eyes and pretend to be one of them. Speeching about valor and honor and friendship and the greatness of Xiur. She could even change forms to make sure no-one recognized her. And if nothing happened she would just rejoin Doran and that was that. By no means was it a perfect plan, but it did give her a chance.

They were about to regroup –Yana could see her companion already, despite the mist and snow— when the light from before grew brighter and grander, a beast of light speeding towards them. The Yludih cursed her rotten luck. Of course it had to arrive now. It couldn’t have appeared a brief while sooner. The crystal woman readied her bow, quiver on her hip, realizing that she wouldn’t be able to outrun the creature. It was a miracle they’d been able to stay ahead of it for this long. They’d have to fight. However, depending on the creature’s objective, she might just be able to slink away unnoticed by it. If she engaged it that wouldn’t be possible though.

During her dilemma, the beast suddenly fell, and a woman showed up. By the wide berth she took around the Brux, Yana did not think of her as an ally of the beast, but surely she was no ally of theirs either? Not that it mattered. The beast was bound, this was their chance! “Let us make a run fo-” she began calling to Doran, only to be interrupted by a cry from the woman. The binds were being broken. Gone was their chance. Yana cursed again. Clearly either the Immortal reigning over Fortune and Luck was out to get her, or she’d picked the wrong side. Tsk.

Apparently, Xiur still lived. While it was indeed annoying, it really did not have anything to do with Yana, and the thought of leaving these people to just fight it out among themselves arose quickly. Especially when the Naerikk guessed the blood on the blade had been used as a trail for the beast to follow. Yana could kick herself for not having thought of that. You would think that two fairly intelligent people would not have overlooked such a glaring risk. These were Immortals they were dealing with, casting away anything that might be used to track them was just a given. Though perhaps the stupidity of the wannabe heroes had rubbed off on them.

A last offer for aid came from the Naerikk, who wanted their service to her city in return. Yana held back a frown. Obviously she would not be serving anyone, but they did not need to know. Her situation was fairly akin to that of the Nearikk in that she believed that the beast was not tasked with destroying her (though she did admit that the possibility of the opposite existed), and could probably just make a run for it. However, if she was wrong the results would be disastrous. So she readied her bow, arrow nocked and bowstring taut, and spoke a simple “Yes.” As always her voice was neutral, though her mind was laughing. How naïve was this woman, who served the Immortal of deception to just take their word for it?

Yana watched carefully as the beast finally freed itself, and Doran stepped back. She wasn’t sure what he was doing or trying to accomplish, but he seemed to focus. Perhaps he could use magic. Either way, the Yludih decided not to spare a single arrow in her quiver for this creature. If necessary she’d spend all of them, though she’d make sure that each and every one hit the target. She stopped breathing to minimize the motion of her body, took careful aim at the beast’s torso, and released her first arrow.

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Mon Feb 27, 2017 7:51 pm

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Darkness is perhaps not innately malevolent, but the people that use it and thrive in it. They are beyond redemption. Darkness is a tool of cowards and the craven. A resource of the week. When shackles sprung from the darkness to bind her legs fury rose in Symbri’s mind, it was one thing to turn and fight but to use tactics like these, tools for the fearful was an insult to herself and to Xiur. Breaking the shackles felt like an easy matter, it wasn’t something she knew how to do, but her body did. Slower than she would have liked the energy and light in her body channeled to her binding releasing her from the umbral hold. But even as the last one popped open the cowards before her pulled froth more tricks. She saw the arrow being knocked at her. Just as the last shackle broke and the arrow was let Fly Symbri was able to move.

Though just as one thing happened a new chain of events was set in motion, Even as her body moved the world shifted. It was as if the darkness that had shackled her ankles now shackled her soul the world itself became darker.

But!

Even in darkness, there was Hope! Without light, it might be hard to see but hope is never lost! A sharp sting spring out as the arrow missed its true mark and skidded off the thick hide of her shoulder cutting her but hitting at such an angle that it didn’t dig into her celestial flesh. Fixing her eyes on her opponents Symbri snorted angrily. Light or no light she was going to defeat her opponents. Lowering her great horns Symbri charged at the group her mouth beginning to froth as she pushed her body to limits she’d never had before the energy of her deity flowing through her replacing her own darkness with the light of a thousand stars. Her light was small, smaller now that her enemies had again resorted to craven methods to defeat her. But even as the light of the stars is eclipsed by the sun or obscured by clouds. It is ever present.
Letting a battle cry tear forth from her mouth Symbri would’ve grinned gleefully if this form would have let her. She was serving a purpose higher than herself her ideals her hopes her dreams all fueling her inner fire. She’d charge the two in front she’d run them down and destroy the naerick the wielder of the foul darkness and then she’d take the traitor.
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Wed Mar 01, 2017 7:01 am

Gremielle quickly began to reassess her belief that the Brux would rush on past her if she did not attack. The creature's furious gaze looked to be taking in her position just as much as the two humans. But it would make no difference. Her blade had special properties that she knew very well how to use. When she was done here she would take these humans with her on her boat to Augiery.

She opted, as always, for deception in her attack strategy. It was to goad the oncoming beast into charging her directly. The creature was pretty much already doing that very thing, but it was important that its route was not simply to force herself and the other woman to leap aside. Gremielle intended to offer herself as a target, employing the hidden trick of her blade's enchantment to deadly effect.

What was it that made an aggressive attacker charge straight in to impale a target, rather then rush more safely by and inflict only a grazing blow? It was the appearance of an errant strike, leaving the target out of position. It was to offer the illusion of vulnerability. She stepped directly into the path of the gleaming beast, as she had done before to many other charging enemies, shoving the other woman aside. This was not intended as any show of dominance over her partner-of-convenience; it was to add to the show of being off-balance.

She flashed a look of shock, as if to be surprised at the Brux's sudden proximity and made a quick upward swing with the blade to imply a panicked, early stroke. The hilt ended up at approximately head level, the blade extending up and a little back over her left shoulder. With a twitch in her grip and a surge of will, the blade responded, surging magically down through the hilt to protrude suddenly out the bottom end, ready to be jabbed down at the beast now only a few feet away and rushing headlong into the stabbing stroke.

Gremielle's sneered in triumph at the inevitability of the killing power of her two handed-downward thrust. She counted on the beast's antlers being too short to harm her with her blade being long enough to hold it back like a boar spear. But her eyes popped suddenly wide in both surprise and pain as the horns on the beast responded in like fashion to her deception; one single antler, perfectly placed, extending suddenly to match her trickery, stroke for stroke. Where Gremielle's blade did lodge deep in crippling fashion in the beast's right shoulder; the extended golden antler of the Brux drove straight through the naerikk woman's ribs to stick a good foot out her back.

Surprise, pain and sudden fear of death robbed Gremielle of the focus to push the blade as deeply as she might have. Her hands slid off the hilt, twitching, as her eyes rolled wildly. Stunned confusion dominated her expression, as if she did not quite accept the fact of her body being propelled backwards, airborne, against her will, the cold air unexpectedly being felt inside her flesh as well as out. Trying desperately to deny the implications of seeing the cervidaean head that sported that long antler flush with her rib cage.

In her slumped, dying state, it did not occur to her that her mortally wounded body, being draped as it was over the Brux's head, might be hindering the beast's visibility. It was likely that Yanahalqah and Doran did though...
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Sat Mar 04, 2017 7:38 am

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The divine light that surrounded Symbri diminished, and darkness took a hold of her soul, weakening her. He could see it, he could almost feel it, although he didn’t know how or why. He knew that it was not over yet though. As Yana aimed her bow at Xiur’s servant, and Gremielle stepped forward, he readied his sword again. Another man might have frozen in fear as Symbri let out a battle cry, but he did no such thing. He could not afford to. He would waste precious trills with it, trills that he did not have.

Instead he stood completely straight and watched her closely and intently as she advanced and tried to ignore the beginning headache, the price he had to pay for making use of the gifts that his divine blood afforded him. He needed to stay completely focused. He would likely only get a single chance. He needed to wait for exactly the right moment, before she lowered her head to attack, and he needed to strike before she regained her strength. He did not know how long what he had done to her would last.

It seemed as if the Naerikk would be faster than him though. He didn’t know what exactly it was that she did and what kind of magic she possessed, if what she did was indeed magic. For a moment it seemed as if she would be successful, do the deed for him and kill Symbri – and then one of the Brux’ antlers began to extend. His eyes widened a fraction as Symbri impaled her. He had not expected that to happen. He had never seen anything like that before.

His surprise only lasted a moment before he swiftly moved forward, realizing that that was the opportunity that he had been waiting for. Symbri would be busy with the dying woman that was obscuring her sight and hindering her movements for a while and not realize what he was doing until it was too late. He drove his blade into her with all the strength that he possessed, to kill her or at least incapacitate her long enough that Yana and he would be able to escape.

Having done that, he locked eyes with the swordmistress that was likely already taking her final breath for a moment before he pulled his sword out again and moved back. Gremielle could have become a valuable ally. Her skill with the blade was impressive, and she seemed to possess a few powerful abilities besides that, but she would serve him just as well in death.
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As her first arrow missed its target, Yana cursed the deer’s reflexes, though other than that she kept her calm as much as she possibly could in the situation she was in. Which was not all that much at all, considering that a big Brux radiating with divine light was charging at her with killing intent. To say she was frozen in fear was a bridge too far, but her hands weren’t as steady as usual, and her asterism pulsed her own light energy faster and faster through her body.

With trembling hands Yana knocked a new arrow, her mind exploding with the rational thought to get out of the way as soon as possible. However, she knew that if she did, the beast would just change directions and still hit her, if it had set its sights on her. Thus, she reasoned, she would have to jump aside at the last possible moment, and shoot an arrow in its behind as it charged past her. That was the plan, but she wasn’t sure if she could execute the last part successfully. It might just be a bit too advanced a maneuver for her. But at least she could dodge, and try to get a counterattack in.

Before she could though, the Naerikk pushed the false Eídisi aside, making her stumble out of the Brux’s path, allowing Yana to avoid its antlers and hooves. A lucky break, if she hadn’t fumbled with her arrow and the bowstring in the process, rendering her unable to take advantage of the unexpected shove. So instead of trying she merely stumbled a little further out of the way, then turning and replacing the arrow back on her bow. She aimed carefully again, the point of her sharp projectile following the deer’s movement while Yana backed off even more, and waited for the opportunity to release the bowstring.

In the meantime, Gremielle resembled barbeque meat on a skewer, very much more dead than alive in the Yludih’s eyes. In the end, the swordmistress had done nothing helpful in this fight. She had managed to delay the beast just a little bit beforehand, yes, something which had helped Doran and her to prepare themselves. No real help during the fight, no, though now she was helpful, hindering the beast’s visibility. Doran took full advantage of it, attempting to stab the brux with all his might.

Yana herself decided to act as well, aiming for the creature’s legs in hopes that it might cripple the beast. She shot arrow after arrow aimed for the fore- and hind legs, each place would do. As long as it would help.

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The End of Hope

Mon Mar 13, 2017 9:46 pm

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If being stabbed once had been near fatal, then being shot in the leg then stabbed again was bringing what felt like death throes on. Even in her righteous fury it was a pain beyond belief no amount of hope could stem the flow of blood that now sprung from multiple wounds in her flesh. Letting out a mournful cry her golden form collapsed under the onslaught of treacherous hands.

It was painful to die, or at least, that was what Symbri’s mind concluded as her mind began to drown in an encroaching darkness. Her head was heavy weighed down by a corpse, had her death been just as painful? Perhaps all were, which made the great battle raging about them all the more tragic. The only thing that perhaps made this more painful was that this death was accompanied by failure. She’d failed to avenge Xiur, now he would die, and so too would she, two deaths in vain at the hands of treachery. If it was in her she’d come back and haunt all the bastards that brought about this rueful day.

Falling forward Symbri fell to the weight of the corpse letting out a painful grunt as her body hit the cold frozen ground. As the corpse slid off of her antlers Symbri looked up at the sky and the man who’d impaled her, she’d remember his face, and be it on this plane or another. She’d find him, and bring him to justice. With that her mind succumbed to the welcoming black, at least unlike the frigid ice beneath, it was warm.

“I’m Sorry Xiur, I’ve failed you.”

Then she was free, visions of a warmer place swam through her head, the farm she’d grown up on. Her many siblings were greeting her, she was home, beside her strode a great beast, side by side they walked out of the dark, towards a warmer place.
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Tue Mar 21, 2017 6:59 pm

It would be an abstract detail for Symbri to have noticed that the color of the beast beside was the same golden hue she had been while in the Brux form. But what may have seemed like a welcoming rearing of celebratory hooves transformed the beast into that of a man, epic in scope and splendor though he was. The golden hue darkened to a deep, rich mahogany, and he turned bottomless brown eyes to her, eyes filled with both gratitude and understanding.

The voice matched that of he who had bestowed her with the Brux form. "Do not be sorry, child; ask not for forgiveness, for there is naught to forgive. The error was mine, yet fate has granted its success. It was the Naerikk, Gremielle that was the expected assassin. She has plied her trade many times already. In my own despair and haste, I assumed it had been she that struck me down. She was here for some similar purpose, yet the human inadvertently interceded. True, he committed a despicable deed, yet he was seen. He will be known, identified, and isolated."

Then he grinned in a manner borne of satisfied mischief, and leaned in conspiratorially, "Yet here is the main thing...I did not die. Nor have you. My blood was on that blade and now it is in you. The human has not quite merited execution, despite his best efforts." Xiur laughed now, the whole scope of the Emean landscape seeming to join in merrily. "Ymiden has saved me, and with me, you. You now share the glory of the dusk and the stars, where the fine curtains of clouds frame them and enrich the colors of both."

A slight look of regret shaded the colors with a pastel softness of melancholy, "I am sorry to say I am unable to bestow a worthy blessing upon you here and now, for I am still comatose in the waking world. But seek me out when time spares, and I will see you enriched for your devotion. For now though, I truly believe you will note some manner of extra vigor or insight whenever the dusk first sunsets the horizon."

A home seemed to suddenly manifest itself before them, ands he yawned. "Now, I must return to my rest, and you to yours. I can not invite you to lie with me. What would Faldrun say??" He made a mock look of shock and shame, eyes wide, head shaking in comic dread. Then he laughed once more and was gone.

A sliver of consciousness would let Symbri know that she was being carried in some frame, piled over with warm blankets, surrounded by soldiers in the shining garb of the Blades of Zafra. They were speaking among themselves in victorious tones, venturing even to speak of the destruction of Lisirra herself.
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When Symbri collapsed, the body of Gremielle spilled with a marked lack of dignity onto the ground. Upon her person were a number of vials and weapons, darts and dosing devices, some unrecognizable gadgets that would surely need either an expert in the tools of intrigue, or foolish bravery to trigger them on one's own, and see what they did. One thing for certain was that the long blade that had strangely slipped from one side of the hilt to the other, was no longer protruding from either side of what appeared now to be nothing more than an ornamental rod.

Also among her gear was a notebook of connections in a number of towns. No doubt, many of these names would immediately purge themselves of anything that would allow such connection to be confirmed. But there may be one or two, that would see new opportunity in new faces.

Of immediate note was a name of a man in Port, and a phrase to be spoken. It stood to reason that this person was to have been Gremielle's means of departure from Oscillus. It likewise stood to reason that he would modify any pre-existing arrangements with Gremielle to avoid exposure to the Ellune. For instance, the needs of a pair seeking to leave in some other direction, especially if one bore a striking enough resemblance to Gremielle, would surely find eager accommodation.

With the sound of approaching soldiers, their voices raised in what sounded suspiciously like triumph, Doran and Yanahalqah would find remaining in this spot any longer a matter of extreme risk. One can only assume they disappeared as quickly as they might. For the soldiers collected Symbri with great care and honor, rejoicing to see that she yet lived; but did not see any others about.
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