Unknown2008-05-21 04:18:48
Catarin found herself plummeting into a nightmare, one that had been haunting her every waking moment and continued its taunts in her sleep. Constantly, she thought saw she her daughter at the edge of her vision, but when she looked, she found nothing. It was like being constantly reminded of some sin one had done, poking at a festering wound over and over again. The nightmare unfolded more, revealing the night that Metea gave her own life so that a witch from the Night Coven of Glomdoring might live. She could smell the dew on the grass, see the night sky overhead, and the face of Shayle watching her with something kin to shock and anger. She tried to push Metea away from the corpse that rested on a large, tone slab, but by the time she got to her, she was gone as if never there. Catarin found herself shooting up from her bed, her breath heavy and her hands shaking. The tears came again, a mother's sorrow that knew no bounds. And no ends.
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The Moonhart Circle found itself in an uproar, the High Priestess of the Moon Coven glaring at the Serenguard Chieftain who sat across from her. The day had been set ablaze with the appearance of the goddess Lisaera the night prior, and now questions flung right and left along with accusations. Gods help me, this isn't a circle. It is a firing squad, Tsuki thought grimly to herself. She turned her head to look at Barrin and Bea who stood in the midst of the circular table, Barrin holding his daughter close to him as she shook almost uncontrollably.
"What do you propose we do, exactly?" Nejii spat, his fur rising on the back of his neck. Tsuki looked at the Seneschal for a moment, thinking he looked more like an angry, wet beaver than a furrikin. "We've no reports from anyone else about this happening, and you expect us to believe that a cat and a barghest just appeared in the northern Serenwilde Forest and attacked you both?"
"They didn't attack us! I told you that already. Lady Lisaera protected us," Bea shouted back, wringing herself from her father's embrace and facing him with just as much anger and spite that he was giving them. "Are you even listening to anything we've said?" Nejii stood and slammed his hands onto the table, lowering his voice to an almost sinister whisper.
"Druid Barrin, perhaps you should teach your daughter to speak when she's spoken to," Nejii growled, glaring at Bea who gave him the same glare in return. Tsuki shook her head finally and stood, causing everyone to look towards her. Her fae stood behind her, watching the chaos with something akin to utter dismay.
"That is enough. All of you," she said clearly, raising her voice to overpower those nearby. The room quelled and silenced itself to the point that a pin would sound deafening if it hit the floor. "I believe the best thing we can do now is consult the goddess' high priest." Barrin turned and smiled slightly at Tsuki, quietly saying "Thank you". She nodded just enough for him to see the silent reply. "If the goddess did truly appear and save these two, then the Lady's high priest would surely know why and from what she protected them against." The circle of people seemed to agree, as heads nodded and whispers were given to those who sat beside them.
"All right. We will consult the Lady's high priest. After that, we will then decide what to do," Nejii announced as he nodded his head towards Tsuki. Miserable wet badger, she thought to herself, nodding and smiling towards the Seneschal. Barrin and Bea turned and exited the Moonhart Circle, closing the door behind them. Tsuki watched them leave, her heart going out to them. What Nil have you gotten us into, old friend? she mused, as she turned her head to look out a nearby window. Noon was upon the horizon, with the sun radiating its warmth and light onto the basin. Let's pray that you know what you're doing.
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An elderly woman appeared in the Divine Havens, her form swathing in the colors of the twilight sky. A young girl wearing a cloak that shifted with living color stood on her left. Fain turned from speaking to Viravain, watching them with sudden shock. Viravain tilted her head, not quite sure what was going on. From behind the two, a third appeared with a cloak made of the evening sky as it shifted about her feet. Her face was stern but motherly, quiet but gentle. The eldest woman stepped passed the two gods, with the others following suit behind her. Isune came about a corner, her white wings glowing with innate light, but stopped immediately upon seeing the three women. Her mouth fell open and the glass vials she held in her hands fell, shattering to small pieces as they hit the hard floor. They continued without speaking, save for a few sniffles and tears that the smallest of the three tried to hide behind the drape of her cloak. Finally, they came upon a large room with a rising dome ceiling, several strands of light racing about like fireflies on far too much kafe. Twelve doric columns rose into the heights above, creating a circle of glowing white marble that vibrated with an intense amount of power. In their midst sat Estarra upon a throne of glowing jade, her eyes going to the three women. For a moment, she seemed surprised. She did not rise to meet them, nor did she greet them with words or a nod of her head. They came towards her, stepping up onto the dais that rose up towards the throne. Behind them, the gods of Serenwilde, New Celest, Magnagora, and Glomdoring watched as they took their seats in the Divine Havens. The eldest woman lowered the hood of her cloak, and the other two did the same. Estarra watched them with a frown on her lineless face, untouched by years or age.
"It is time," the eldest woman rasped, her voice sanding like sand rubbing against stone. The words caused the youngest of the women to burst into tears, hiding her face in her hands. Estarra nodded her head gravely, before she stood and looked about the room.
"The Fates have come from where they have been since the dawn of the change," Estarra announced, her voice causing the very walls, floor, and ceiling of the room to shudder. "You all know what must be done." Lisaera stood and looked to the youngest of the women.
"Surely, there is another way. This is simply far too much. We've not even the time to prepare," she pleaded, looking to Estarra with disbelief in her eyes. Isune nodded in agreement, but Fain snickered audibly from his seat.
"I'm afraid not. The Fates have come here with their message, and they never leave where they sow the seeds of life and death. If they come here and say it is time, then we've no other choice," Estarra responded, her long brown hair weaving about her in ethereal patterns. Lisaera shook her head sadly before vanishing in a burst of silver light. Fain shrugged nonchalantly and vanished from his seat in a choir of whispering voices, leaving Isune, Viravain, and the other Elder Gods behind. Estarra turned to Viravain and nodded once, as if to give a sign to begin. Viravain rose and vanished in a spiral of black rose petals that rained down onto the ground.
"We will begin our parts. After that, the mortals must be given a choice," the eldest whispered to Estarra, before turning and making her way towards the door. The other two women followed in silence, as if in a funeral procession. Estarra watched them leave, saying neither farewell nor good bye. Time was of the essence now. Words were better left for far more happier occasions.
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The Moonhart Circle found itself in an uproar, the High Priestess of the Moon Coven glaring at the Serenguard Chieftain who sat across from her. The day had been set ablaze with the appearance of the goddess Lisaera the night prior, and now questions flung right and left along with accusations. Gods help me, this isn't a circle. It is a firing squad, Tsuki thought grimly to herself. She turned her head to look at Barrin and Bea who stood in the midst of the circular table, Barrin holding his daughter close to him as she shook almost uncontrollably.
"What do you propose we do, exactly?" Nejii spat, his fur rising on the back of his neck. Tsuki looked at the Seneschal for a moment, thinking he looked more like an angry, wet beaver than a furrikin. "We've no reports from anyone else about this happening, and you expect us to believe that a cat and a barghest just appeared in the northern Serenwilde Forest and attacked you both?"
"They didn't attack us! I told you that already. Lady Lisaera protected us," Bea shouted back, wringing herself from her father's embrace and facing him with just as much anger and spite that he was giving them. "Are you even listening to anything we've said?" Nejii stood and slammed his hands onto the table, lowering his voice to an almost sinister whisper.
"Druid Barrin, perhaps you should teach your daughter to speak when she's spoken to," Nejii growled, glaring at Bea who gave him the same glare in return. Tsuki shook her head finally and stood, causing everyone to look towards her. Her fae stood behind her, watching the chaos with something akin to utter dismay.
"That is enough. All of you," she said clearly, raising her voice to overpower those nearby. The room quelled and silenced itself to the point that a pin would sound deafening if it hit the floor. "I believe the best thing we can do now is consult the goddess' high priest." Barrin turned and smiled slightly at Tsuki, quietly saying "Thank you". She nodded just enough for him to see the silent reply. "If the goddess did truly appear and save these two, then the Lady's high priest would surely know why and from what she protected them against." The circle of people seemed to agree, as heads nodded and whispers were given to those who sat beside them.
"All right. We will consult the Lady's high priest. After that, we will then decide what to do," Nejii announced as he nodded his head towards Tsuki. Miserable wet badger, she thought to herself, nodding and smiling towards the Seneschal. Barrin and Bea turned and exited the Moonhart Circle, closing the door behind them. Tsuki watched them leave, her heart going out to them. What Nil have you gotten us into, old friend? she mused, as she turned her head to look out a nearby window. Noon was upon the horizon, with the sun radiating its warmth and light onto the basin. Let's pray that you know what you're doing.
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An elderly woman appeared in the Divine Havens, her form swathing in the colors of the twilight sky. A young girl wearing a cloak that shifted with living color stood on her left. Fain turned from speaking to Viravain, watching them with sudden shock. Viravain tilted her head, not quite sure what was going on. From behind the two, a third appeared with a cloak made of the evening sky as it shifted about her feet. Her face was stern but motherly, quiet but gentle. The eldest woman stepped passed the two gods, with the others following suit behind her. Isune came about a corner, her white wings glowing with innate light, but stopped immediately upon seeing the three women. Her mouth fell open and the glass vials she held in her hands fell, shattering to small pieces as they hit the hard floor. They continued without speaking, save for a few sniffles and tears that the smallest of the three tried to hide behind the drape of her cloak. Finally, they came upon a large room with a rising dome ceiling, several strands of light racing about like fireflies on far too much kafe. Twelve doric columns rose into the heights above, creating a circle of glowing white marble that vibrated with an intense amount of power. In their midst sat Estarra upon a throne of glowing jade, her eyes going to the three women. For a moment, she seemed surprised. She did not rise to meet them, nor did she greet them with words or a nod of her head. They came towards her, stepping up onto the dais that rose up towards the throne. Behind them, the gods of Serenwilde, New Celest, Magnagora, and Glomdoring watched as they took their seats in the Divine Havens. The eldest woman lowered the hood of her cloak, and the other two did the same. Estarra watched them with a frown on her lineless face, untouched by years or age.
"It is time," the eldest woman rasped, her voice sanding like sand rubbing against stone. The words caused the youngest of the women to burst into tears, hiding her face in her hands. Estarra nodded her head gravely, before she stood and looked about the room.
"The Fates have come from where they have been since the dawn of the change," Estarra announced, her voice causing the very walls, floor, and ceiling of the room to shudder. "You all know what must be done." Lisaera stood and looked to the youngest of the women.
"Surely, there is another way. This is simply far too much. We've not even the time to prepare," she pleaded, looking to Estarra with disbelief in her eyes. Isune nodded in agreement, but Fain snickered audibly from his seat.
"I'm afraid not. The Fates have come here with their message, and they never leave where they sow the seeds of life and death. If they come here and say it is time, then we've no other choice," Estarra responded, her long brown hair weaving about her in ethereal patterns. Lisaera shook her head sadly before vanishing in a burst of silver light. Fain shrugged nonchalantly and vanished from his seat in a choir of whispering voices, leaving Isune, Viravain, and the other Elder Gods behind. Estarra turned to Viravain and nodded once, as if to give a sign to begin. Viravain rose and vanished in a spiral of black rose petals that rained down onto the ground.
"We will begin our parts. After that, the mortals must be given a choice," the eldest whispered to Estarra, before turning and making her way towards the door. The other two women followed in silence, as if in a funeral procession. Estarra watched them leave, saying neither farewell nor good bye. Time was of the essence now. Words were better left for far more happier occasions.
Unknown2008-05-21 04:29:29
Unknown2008-05-21 09:21:17
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Wrong forum?
Wrong forum?
