Nial's new direction

Nial sets aside his predominant research with a sigh.  "When will the light come to me?  I may never find a way to defeat Jager.  I need to distract myself."

Turning to a small pile of other scrolls, he opens his summary of notes concerning the destruction of OA.  "Something doesn't fit here.  If all of the lanterns were dead, but OA continued to float, there was another source of power. Let's see what we can puzzle out..."  He engrosses himself in a different puzzle with strange implications.  He is only beginning to realize there is a deeper story behind the power of OA.

After an hour or so of calculations, drawings, and new notes, he thinks he might have an idea, but he will need to confer with someone more knowledgeable in the nature of magical rifts.  Reaching in his pouch to check on his funds for food and drink, something different from the rest of the coins catches his attention.  "I wonder..."

Nial's new direction

Nial sets aside his predominant research with a sigh.  "When will the light come to me?  I may never find a way to defeat Jager.  I need to distract myself."

Turning to a small pile of other scrolls, he opens his summary of notes concerning the destruction of OA.  "Something doesn't fit here.  If all of the lanterns were dead, but OA continued to float, there was another source of power. Let's see what we can puzzle out..."  He engrosses himself in a different puzzle with strange implications.  He is only beginning to realize there is a deeper story behind the power of OA.

After an hour or so of calculations, drawings, and new notes, he thinks he might have an idea, but he will need to confer with someone more knowledgeable in the nature of magical rifts.  Reaching in his pouch to check on his funds for food and drink, something different from the rest of the coins catches his attention.  "I wonder..."

Where once there was love there is only Me

The weight was the hardest part.  The damage being done to her body would be healed, and even if not it paled to the anguish of her soul.  What bothered her was the weight of the chains.  She couldn't move with them on.  No amount of physical pain could approach or compete with the pain of her guilt, so let it come.

"Do you know why you are being punished?  Do you know what your sin is?"
The voice was calm and even.  Not angry in even the slightest. It almost alarmed her how he could do such horrible things to her without anger.  The angel asked a perfect matter of fact question.
"What is your Sin, Lumeria?"

Lumeria choked her answer through blood, "I failed to gain the documents." She was sent because she was trusted and because she failed, the war came before the Saint was ready. Millions would suffer in a war that was unjust because of the faulted understanding of mortals.  She could not say it out loud; her body would not let her.

"No.  Failure is not a sin.  Failure may come for many reasons.  It is the reason for your failure.  Your sin is sloth.  That is why you always ran instead of standing up for anything. It is why you left Lux, it is why you failed Raven. It is why you killed Carmen -- It was easy.  Your sin is Sloth."

His touch removed her physical wounds.  His words removed the weight on her heart.  She understood now that she had always refused to act, refused to do the hard things though she knew they were right.  It had earned her only broken pieces of a barely breathing story.  The chains fell from her arms and released her.  He slid the notebook across the table and gave the command he had before, but now she knew the answer. "Confess your crimes."

Lumeria began to write, and write and write.  Her sins and failings could have filled an ocean but this notebook would have to do.  Her guilt would be buried in those pages.  She paused only for moments and heard the silent sound of loneliness.  She wrote, "I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most.
I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well."  The words stared up at her.  Sloth had cost her everything and everyone and now only loneliness followed her to bed. She slid the book across the table her fingers broken and bleeding from the hemorrhaging they had just finished.

"Punishment, if applied correctly, brings perfection. Let this punishment be your perfecting.  Go and live the life Justice demands."  The angel showed her to a room in the Cathederal.


The room was small and empty but for a small bed on the stone floor.  She found herself rocking back and forth slowly as she stood there.  The same rocking motion she had soothed Samuel to sleep with before he was taken from her, she always pretended they were dancing. Now she was dancing slowly in an empty room, with empty arms. She had sang the Hymn of Hope as a lullaby to her baby and daughter.  The hymn mocked her now.  She had believed in miracles, but that belief went unanswered.  Her children were gone, as was her hope.  Loneliness had taken their place. Can the lonely take the place of you? Sing MYSELF a quiet lullaby, let you go and let the lonely in. 

There was a small knock on the door.  It startled Lumeria but she opened it to find a messenger from the Carrington institute. He handed her a letter and left.  Stunned she opened it to read a letter from Reven, It spoke of how the demon was lying.  Carmen did not have to die, she was tricked.  She strangled the letter in her hands. Before she could process the letter Metta Themoose spoke through the door, "May we speak briefly?" Lumeria just nodded oppening the door. "I heard you lost your children to the gods' neglect.  There can be no greater pain to a mother than to lose her child."

In stunned silence, Lumeria blinked. She was too scared to go inside the feelings those words brought up for one more lonely moment. So Metta continued, "The gods, the paladins, the empire, the shogun, they could have saved them but they didn't.  The gods let you be tricked and let you do the unspeakable.  I can't apologize enough for what happened.  I'm sorry.  For what it is worth, I know your pain. Veli, who like the gods puts on a face of morality, set in motion the death of my daughter.  I thought maybe you would understand my feelings."

Silence.  Finally, Lumeria mumbled, "Where once there was love, now there is only me."

"I'm sorry you need space."  In parting blessing, "Justice for all."

The door shut as Lumeria reflected upon the blessing commonly passed between followers of the Saint Justice for all. Metta was right; the gods had failed.  If Lumeria had to pay for her sins and sloth, then so should the gods, so should those who serve them.  Veli had killed Metta's daughter. He must die, as should all who protect him.  NO ONE WAS IMMUNE TO JUSTICE. By her hand she would carry it.

Saint, I'm a ghost of the girl I want to be most.  I'm a shell of a girl I use to know well.  I let me go and let you in to take my heart again. 

She felt the strength of the Saint and Justice fill her heart.  They would pay, she would go to Waterdeep and they would pay until there was no justice left to deal. 

For a brief moment she thought she heard the memory of Raven's voice, "As you now are, I once was, and as I am now you will soon become."

The voice of just another she had failed.

Decisions

 "I am troubled, and have always valued your council Raquel."

 "Anna we have always trusted eachother, if I can help you of course I will"

"Its about the Red Saint, Elaina specifically. He gains power and influence everyday.  King Dante and the Isle have nobily spread the word of the light slowing his converts. If it were not for the Daughter Heir siding with him he would be limited to just to the fringe of civilization.  It is her that has granted him Towers of high sorcery, soliders and influence among the imperial nobility.  If she were to be removed, he would be pushed back to the ruins of Babylon.  Should I kill Elaina?"

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 "A shard of the Dark One escaped his Ravenloft prison.  The Shogun can not be converted and the Red Saint rises in power.  We should have destroyed the prime when we last discussed it.  We would be well into the rebuild.  Now we have delayed and the Dark One escapes with Chaos magic he is beyond our view.  It maybe too late, wipping out the prime may not stop him he may survive.  How much faith can I have in these mortals."

 "Great Father.  The men on the Isle have constantly proved their valor.  The Red Saint shall be exposed in time, or by pure force be defeated.  We will support the faithful."

"The Saint will exhaust the faith and numbers of the faithful and then the Dark One will attack a weak and exhausted people.  When the gods are weak he will feed off of them as he is Nocturn and grow.  Something must be done.  Should I eliminate the prime, is there time to rebuild?"

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 "I see now that the mortals are victims of the whims of Olympus.  Only if it serves their purpose do they save us.  They dare to hide behind the veil of their "light"  and demand we obey them with no explanation.  I will not be their puppet, they took everything from me. EVERYTHING.  I'll make them pay."

 "I am sorry you had to learn the same lesson I did.  I am more sorry for the price you had to pay to learn it.  It is not your fault but the fault of the false gods which puppet us.  We are puppets no longer.  I have just the mission for you Lumeria.  A way to earn just redemption."

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 "Anna, the threat of the Saint is not in arms or in imperial influence. But the battle of light and dark is fought in the hearts of every person.  Including ours.  TO murder your own family because you disagree is wrong.  Until she strikes at you and even after she maybe saved.  That is the war I want to win and that is the war you can win."

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 "We shall rely on Galan a little while longer."

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 " I accept,  Carmen will have justice."

The Warden watches as Reven prays.  The act of the unbeliever now reaching out to faith despite all odds invites...a miracle.  Just as Carmen's body expires and the blood stops gushing from her chest, she gasps. Light and life fill her as her eyes open. 

Reven meets her eyes and sees all his faith confirmed just before a long sword instantly takes it all away.  Carmen's head rolls off the head onto the floor severed from her body by the Grey Warden. In a graveled breathy voice the warden says, "It appears the gypsy was right. It is foolish to think good will win. Nial now I have taken from you your apprentice, ripped away the life of an innocent girl who you could not save, and did so possessing and destroying a paladin you knew you could trust.  Look around and remember well, for as long as you live this will be your fate."

Nial's sword is drawn in a flash and the Warden drops his sword and holds his lapels, "Strike him down, yes, add another innocent to our feud. It matters not to me he's served his purpose. and we'll meet again, Time is on my side."

He begins to sing as if no threat is present and even dance in a manner of victory, "TIME, TIME< TIME< is on my side...yes it is"

Time has run out

Reven and Lumeria at Lumeria's house with a very sick Carmen... There is a familiar voice at the door. The smiling face of nial the.bard.greets you, "lumeria it's been too long" Behind him stands a paladin dressed in leather armor with a grey hood and silver Griffin emblem upon his right shoulder. He uneasily adjusts his collar and hood. This is my friend, a demon hunter grey warden.  We must talk, ...looking at Carmen...on afraid he was right Reven speaks up, "Hello nial what do you need to speak of?" Nial's simply reply speaks volumes of unspoken fears, "How is Carmen?" "Deteriorating.   She may be too far gone now on the mental side."   "I may know what haunts her. Our old friend azaziel. He uses people he has possessed to create an ancor which prevents banishment or entrapment."He takes a small blue medallion with the same grey Griffin symbol as the paladin and gently swings it over Carmen. "Yes her soul has melded with his." You see the paladin smile just slightly as Reven replies, "How do we help her?  Do we need to use protection from evil and new plane protection?" The grey warden will say, "That will prevent possession but now that it's done their souls are intertwined you can't protect her from herself.  The only cure I know is death.  I think Niall should have to do it.  He is the one that brought this demon upon you. This girls death should rest on his conscience." Searching for an alternative Reven looks at Lumeria, "What say you lumera?  Do you believe this is all that b can be done?" Lumeria searches her memories, all the songs she's heard all the books she's read all the studies she has made for some clue some lost verse that could tell her but all the stories she knew as a bard seemed so clouded now.  Reven seeing the puzzled look on her face asks what is wrong and breaks Lumeria's silence, To Revan:  "I.....don't know."  To Nial and the Grey Warden: "Nial! It is so good to see you again. I am sad that I have not been able to return to your school, but the path of my life has led me elsewhere. How were you able to find us?  I have taken extra measures to ensure our privacy here."  nial will say, a favorAble wind is all. The warden will say, it was a coincidence finding you. We were tracking the demon and the trail led us to Carmen, we must act quickly time is against us. Lumira will look to Nial and ask him how he knows this Grey Warden. How correct are his facts and assumptions? Does Carmen really have to die? She will also step forward, putting herself between them and Carmen."  She had already lost a child just days earlier.  IN exchange for Mathias saving her life he required she bore him a child and then that child be removed to serve him.  Angels took him from her days after he was born. She could not loose another one.  Nial says, the grey wardens are an order of paladins that work for the isle. The specialize in demonology and are the best in the world for info on about or how to fight them. Working with such gruesome subject matter leaves them pretty Grimm...no offense. "None taken." The warden says with a slight smile Reven responds to the comment, "Grim you say.  Aren't you the ones that believe in miracles?" Miracles are more common that you realize is nials smiles response. The warden takes a confident stride to Carmen and opens her eyelids to show a blank stare with eyes full of black sores, "that is where the demon hides. The demon hides. You are all made of greed, you can not be free of this unless I show you how. She must die. You all did this to her you must live with it, she is a victim of you tampering with beings and forces you don't understand. Kill her Niall or watch her keep suffering and let azzaziel roam free plotting his next strike on you. Lumeria, don't get too close he's in to deep. The demon has marked him and not him not anyone he loved will be spared." Her heart flutters and panic sets in, followed by cold reality crashing upon in in thousands of waves...She had been on the wrong side. Lumira will tell the Warden, "No. It is not Niall's fault. It's my fault for thinking that goodness could triumph. How could the gods let this innocent girl, completely devoid of evil, be anchored by this demon? There is no justice.  She did nothing to deserve this." Lumira is now beside Carmen, stroking her hair, crying. "And since Mathos has nothing to gain from her, he has not saved her. All Carmen wanted was to have a childhood, and that was ripped from her. I couldn't even do that for her.  If there is blame here, it belongs to the gods and myself.  And since the gods clearly won't intervene, I will.  I will do what I must." Lumira kisses Carmen softly on the forehead, and says, "Forgive me, sweet child."  Then she pulls out her dagger and stabs it in Carmen's heart. "The Light will guide my path no more.  Mathos can have his bastard priest, but he cannot have me any longer.  We mortals really are play things for the high and mighty Olympians.  We were sent here not live our own lives, but to be used by the gods to fulfill their own selfish desires. The Red Saint is right.  His justice is what I seek now." She will rip off her holy symbol and teleport to Brendenford.

I've found him

  Adjusting the cowl of his hood he approached Nial as he was reading.  With out hesitation he spoke quickly and rushed, "I found his anchor.  The being he's latched to so he stays on the prime."

Nial turned placing a calm finger in his book, "I was just reading about that ability very interesting.  By melding his soul with another he can't be banished or dismissed or trapped.  Like an anchor. I knew most of this before but its good to have it confirmed."

"If you find the anchor we can use it to control him or push him to another plane."

"Then let's be off. Where are we going."

"To see Lumeria."

A Grave Mistake

 Leaving the library and returning to his quarters he prayed.  He prayed to be protected and cleansed from the demonic influence he studied.  He prayed for Nial, that Nials path steer him clear of the evil Azzazel.  He prayed for enlightenment, that they light purge the grey in his soul.

A young recruit knocked on his door and disturbed his prayers.  "My lord I've found him.  A man who knows the sacred of Azzazel's anchor. Should we find Nial?"

"No he is already too deep into mysteries he doesn't understand.  This is Warder business.  Take me."

They traveled to the docks a midst the crowds of people, ignorant of the dark shadows that lived in their world. Into the hull of a ship with high polished rails and crisp sturdy sails.  The wind caught its banner making it snap crisply toward the heavens. Across the deck and down the stairs which creaked under the weight of his armor and exposed some wet \rot as the planks below deck compressed under his stride.

The recruit spoke softly, "He says his words are for your ears only. I'm to lock you in."

A nod resulted in a closed door.  The Warden's eyes fell upon a large man with a massive broad chest and thick arms.  The man stood with his hands resting with fingers curled under his lapels. His posture screamed a calm confident pose completely non threatening and deadly. The Warden called back to his recruit, "Open the door you've made a huge mistake."

The man spoke slowly with a rolling gravely tone, "Not as big as you, I'm afraid."

A huge two handed sword swung towards the Warden who barely deflects the blow with his bracer and draws his long sword and in the same fluid movement slices the solid chest of his attacker. "You would kill this man?" the man said in his calm tone.

"I will fight the shadow wherever it may be.  With sacrifice comes victory."  Another blow carves deep into the man's thigh.

"You Grey Warden's have great skill. And much bravery." A quick chop buries the two handed sword into the Warden's shoulder driving him like a spike to his knees. Blood from the man's chest wound spills like rain onto the Warden covering him in a red bath and sliding into the Warden's shoulder. "Too much for you I fear."

The Warden, unable to further grasp his sword drops it to the floor with a dull thud.  Instead his fingers crawl to his hold symbol hanging from his belt. A quick prayer casts protection from evil.

The possessed man knees the Warden in the face breaking his nose and driving him back off the sword. A quick kick slides the holy symbol across the mildew covered floor to the far corner.  The Warden could hear the recruit frantically trying to open door.  He only had to hold out for a few moments. The possessed man strode over to the prone paladin grasped him under the arm and in one decisive movement lifted him off the ground forcing him to stand. Using the momentum the Warden slid his dagger into his left hand and into the man's throat just as the door came open.

The man crumbled to the ground dead. Slain by the Grey Warden. The recruit rushed in catching the Warden before he hit the ground.  "I'm sorry I...You need healing."

"Thank you and yes my friend I do, but its not urgent.  Starting now time is on our side."

Into Abyss

"Are you sure you want to do this bard?"
 It was a familiar question.  All the Grey Wardens asked it constantly.  Nial could not tell if it was honest concern for him and a desire to protect him from the subject matter he was researching or, a manifestation of their own self importance --knowledge so dangerous only they could handle it.  This man was old, very old for a paladin.  In his late forties his eyes had stories to tell, the lines on his face came from both battle scare and age.  He carried a torch through the deep caverns of the libary.  Its light fought against the darkness in a ravenous battle which produced only a small 6 foot circle of light and protection. With this small light the paladin led him on, further and further into the darkness.

The rows and rows of books and scrolls kept deep underground to shelter them from the elements created a labyrinth, an abyss that if one did not know the way he could easily be lost and never found. For minutes silence hung in the air.  It was the only response to the paladins question --silence.  The old paladin turned and led on.  They walked together for several minutes their muted boot falls the only sound.  The steps stopped and a voice again penetrated the darkness, "The Isle keeps and collects records and documents of all types.  Greatest libraries in the world on the matters of religion, artifacts and outsiders."  The word outsider rolled from his tongue easily.  Most who knew what it meant would choke on the word but this man had a familiarity with such things that made it as easy as breathing. "Though the Isle has gathered this information for good and the purposes of defending the light on the earth it can by its nature be dangerous.  More than one Warden has studied these tomes and come to think the enemy was in the right.  More than one Warden has sought to understand the enemy and invited it too closely to his heart and found dead by an unseen hand."

Nial smiled widely, "I'm aware of the risks my good fellow.  Not all is doom and gloom, the enemy has already found me, I must understand the hunter if I am to prevent becoming his prey."

"Very well."

Silence resumed as the narrow catacombs of books unread opened into a small study area with desks chairs and lambs.  Silently and deliberately, the Warden lit the lamps and brushed a thin film of dust from the desk. "Here you are master Bard, sit and I will tell you of this Azazzel which haunts you." Nial sat as the chair creaked slightly, it may not have been noticeable if not for the total silence all around.  The Warden pulled a large volume, about the thickness of Nials Fist, from a shelf and sat down across the table.  Slowly and deliberately he turned the old fragile pages separating layers of cobwebs in the bindings.

"Azazzel is a winged scorpion demon of the highest evolution."  He read directly from the text, During the third age the winged scorpion evolved.  We saw it cross the threshold of physical binding.  There is one called Azazzel who can possess bodies of mortals.  By touch his clasp is sure, by the breath he moves the space of a toss.  Not meant for the mortal realm without host he has but a wings flab before he must return. By his song yeah shall know him, immortality has brought time to his side."

"Oh yes I know the song."

"Fierce and deadly.  He finds delight in haunting a target.  Death is too easy and not enough, a mortal who crosses his path is likely to become a target.  A demon's game to torment and torture.  He will rip from them that which they love most until they embrace death themselves."

"That must be me."

"To the Heart of Kale he gave his loyalty.  Zyr would end the blood war and bind the species.  For that Azzazel gave his loyalty and passion.  This gave him purpose and aim.  Without his master Azazzel would deploy unfetterred destruction and misery upon the peoples of the earth until his insatiable appetite is sated."

Grey Wardens

The Isle was the bastion of hope for all mankind. The brave and faithful flock to this symbol of the light and righteousness. Those most noble and committed, destined to leadership, swore themselves to the cause and became paladins to their chosen deity.  The most devoted and selfless warriors humanity could ever produce.  These children of the light wore shinny armor and wielded the most powerful weapon of all time...inspiration. 

Though the wind which blew Nial did not move him to down this path he admired how brightly they shined.  He admired anyone who could dedicate themselves to their craft.  These paladins had multiple orders and stations.  They believed there were many fronts evil, or the shadow, tried to plague mankind so they created orders or branches in their ranks specialized to fight the battles on each front.  Skyriders, Wyrm slayers, Judicators, the order Nial had comes to see were experts in demonology--The Grey Wardens. 

He had heard and told many stories of the Grey Wardens.  Paladins who drank the blood of Demons to gain immunity from their attacks and to sense them when hidden.  They studied demon lore as most paladins studied the angels.  'Know thy Enemy' This familiarity with the infernal races had caused more than one of their ranks to fall from grace.  Its said demons always have to have an invite or an open door to your life and that study or even discussion about them can be seen as that invitation.  Mostly just superstition meant to stir children away from distressing subjects but there was some truth to it.  

Nial was here because his trail had gone cold and he needed the best.  His hunt for Azzazial had continued for over a year, a hunt that caused him to disband his bard school and leave most of his friends.  Yet, he felt he was no closer to Azzazel then he was a year ago.  Perhaps these Grey Wardens could offer a piece of knowledge he lacked. 

What is lifes greatest lie?

Innocence

A less traveled path. (Countdown to halloween)

Quiet and dark even in the day.  The forest did give him a bit of the creeps but he tried to pay it little mind as he was on a mission for the Empire and duty was most important.  He looked at he companion smoothing the folds in his red and black robe and wandered what was next.

He went about his duty and reviewed the morning reports the men were all accounted for. 40 fighters, 10 mages.  As long as they stayed within range of the idol the mist and vistani and every other danger this land had seemed to avoid them.  The first group to scout beyond its limited range, though, they had lost contact.

Veli felt responsible for them.  Kids, they were just kids.  Good soldiers, but just kids who joined the Imperial Ranks for either duty or riches.  It was not bad enough he lost his own children he had to send others to their end as well. It reminded him what he always said, "The only reason to do this is because you believe in the Empire and what it stands for.  No amount of money is worth what you will be asked to do."

In large part he had that speech to thank him for being here.  Terrance had heard it and decided then he was a leader of men. Terrance served under Veli in the crusade when the Warship Galactica was still operational.  But those were thoughts of another time.  Now he was taking orders from Terrance on assignment directly from the Daughter Heir.

His expertise was not Ravenloft though it did hold a fascination for him.  He had made a study of it and new the basics and what to expect.  Though it would seem Terrance knew every turning leaf.  He had a key that got him in and out of this sealed domain and allowed the possibility to study this realm closer.  That was one of the objectives of the mission -- study and record.  But the primary objective was bold indeed -- steal a dark lord from Ravenloft and bring it to the Imperial mage corps to study.

"May the Light save us."

And a child shall lead them. (Countdown to Halloween)

"When the purple mistress came to Castle Barovia, was it the aged who protected us?"

"No." Came back the resounding call of his disciples.

"Who was targeted by her infectious evil?"  He asked calmly

"Parents"  Came the angry reply. So much fear so much anger.

"Yes, the beast,  those who live beyond the 19th harvest and are corrupted by the vanities of the world and the pride of it.  They were ripe to fall to her temptations.  But who survived?"

"The children."

"Yes we did.  Fleeing, as we ran our mothers and fathers and all those beyond a 19th harvest scooped out of the sky by the blood sucking monsters, we found to hide in the fields. and who saves us now?"

"He who walks behind the rows."

"Yes, he loves use and shelters us.  Protects those still innocent of this cruel world. He stopped the vampires from draining our blood and hides us from the Purple mistress.  What is all he asks in return?"

"Obedience and sacrifice." echoed the reply in solemn chorus.

"And that we shall give him.   All who reach their 19th harvest will be sacrificed.  We shall obey his words as shown forth by my mouth. So say we all."

"So say we all."

"SO SAY WE ALL."

"SO SAY WE ALL."

To Sail (Countdown to Halloween)

The cool mist of the sea sprayed on the Intrepid's bow.  Balthier inhaled deeply and did not wipe the spray from his face.  He had been sailing a long time, but since he had no where to go he was not worried about being lost or taking too long.  He figured he would get where he was going, when he got there. . . if not a moment before.

Souske sat around doing nothing as usual and Mist played with the nav charts.  She wasn't content with being lost.

As the mist rolled over the ship again he thought he saw it.  The face he had seen so many times.  He jumped up to the wheel and swung hard to starboard. The ship screamed and the timbers complained at the stress, but he did not care.  Jillian was in the mist and he had somewhere to be.

This hell I'm living (Countdown to Halloween)

Lux leaned against the rusted railing which ran the length of the bridge in her courtyard.
Waiting in the dark she thought, "Isn't there someone trying to save me?  I thought that they would be here, by now.

She thought a lot of things which turned out to be false.  She thought she could save them, she thought the power would save her.  She thought he friends would stick up for her, she thought they would chose her over Raven. She thought she could trust those she traveled with, bleed with.

She had dreamed a dream of a better world.  And now she was here, barely herself.  A dark presence consuming her mind, the mist torturing her.  When all a long all she was was . . . scared.






Theres nothing but the rain,
no footsteps on the ground,
She listened but there was no sound.

WON"T SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE ME HOME?


It was a long cold night.

One door shuts...(countdown to Halloween)

"Come now Burke, Justice does not sleep."

Burke squinted through tired eyes at the mage in the red robes, "Please don't pretend to care about justice."

"I do care in fact i appeal to it now, The Saint, praise to his name, has ordered me to build a prison like unto Ravenloft for him to cast the unholy.  To do that I need the key that can enter it.  purely academic I assure you and will speed my research by years."

"I live for the Saint's will and his word of justice.  But, I've already slotted the key for another mission."

"You can calm the conflict of conscience agent." He said with a positive smile, "I worked with IO.  I know the key was going to the party who destroyed the venom cult.  I went with her to Brendon ford fought with herr companions and at personel expense and risk cleared the mountain.  Also while others rested I used a list of members found in the caves and executed all which could be found.  I have rightfully earned the key."

Burke reviewed the documents on his desk. "it woudl seem you are right.  Thank you for your service to the empire... lets talk about your next mission."

Upon the lofty spire (Countdown to Halloween)

Crows cawed in the distance providing a symphony to the night.  As a well tuned orchestra, the ravens called to each other as she over looked over her domain, all that she had.  At first, it was a lonely solitary caw answered moments later by another.  It was the silence between them which she most loved.  In that silence she could write her own music.  The music of the night. Her thoughts could race to memories of what was lost, and passion for what was about to come.

CAW...

The shriek was echoed through out the sky and into the farm fields below.  It was the only sound made there now.  Her subjects had no more need for food.  Only hatred nourished them, their shared hatred of those who had betrayed their lady and master.  The consumption of hate and malice filled their souls and gave them the strength to do what was necessary.

CAW...

The shrieking was more violent now.  As waves collide against a rocky shore so did these haunting sounds collide against the cold stones of the tower.  Her home which had taught her and given her much, yet remained empty and hallow.  Power meant nothing unless you could use it to extract your revenge.  Revenge, a goal yet out of reach, she could no more grab it then she could strangle the loosed ravens' caw.

CAW...

The fire now joined in completing the orchestra of night with its haunted crackles.  The shadows moved in circles of the dark room crossing the cold bed and slithered across the walls and leapt to the ceiling.  The shadows were all that accompanied her.  Once a life full of friends set empty filled only with the mis-shapen demons of this room.  So it would remain, until those friends returned and her army awoke.  Until then she watched the shadows and stared into the fire.

CAW...

The latest volley of notes landed on her pale balcony banner.  It stared into the fire as well.  That fire which had consumed and sustained, created and destroyed.  The dark omen stared through her into the fire and in it she could see the fire as well.  A cage with wings, that despite all of her fire she was still resting in a cage.
She lashed out and with no effort the rage took shape striking down the harbinger of the nights symphony.  As the winged beast cascaded to the graveyard below two more landed each echoing.

CAW....

She knew she would never be free.

Caw.. caw...caw...caw...caw...

Protect the venom born

"we've lost the top levels an army of kajhitt fights with them we need all the miracles you have, if we are to save the venom born."

Seettth heard the words and one of his heads retorted, "if you would have done your job, they would be dead or chasing a different lead.  You have failed the venom born and nag.  But I will save us."

The six heads chanted and prayed in unison. The filth of power flooded the temple and the corridors.  Those dwarf spirits so long ago lost and slain by Brendon clung to their mine and their treasure.  Now through the power of nag they emerged. Centuries of hatred and venom corrupted their soul as they absorbed hatred and malice from the holy defilers who made their grave a home.

"The unborn now rise and defend the venom born.  One more life lost and chosen child shall lead them on."

To my brother in nog

Marshall,

Bearskin speaks very highly of your skills.  I think you are ideal for a crucial job. 
My father has taunted me with his disapproval and shame long enough now he and his brothers pay the price.
You well find in third chest enough gold to cover any expenses and take care of your mother in comfort the rest of her life. 
Bearskin will help you get in to Ulfric. Kill him and my father will come.  Use the black venom to poison their meal or slots their throats one by one just make sure the stormcloak family is all dead before they leave.

Kind regards,

The leading man

Orders are Orders

Elaina waited.  She was accustomed to being summoned back to the Cathedral wherever it may be, but this time she invited himself.  Now the Cathedral lay on the western edge of the Mei Kong Valley.  A quite and humble province of the Empire that housed the ancient Shogun temples.  After concluding her visit with the remaining masters she learned a disturbing peace of news.  The Saint must be told what Zyr is planning. 

The stain glass windows filtered multi colored light across the hallway of this upper tower.  The doors opened ornate with stone carvings and reliefs of angles heralding trumpets and scales of justice being balanced in perfect wisdom. Behind the doors towered the chief angel -- Exodus. 

While many angels started summoned, captured and compelled into the Saints service this angel served by choice and a loyalty that magic could not compelled.  A thousand years locked in the tower with the Saint and now his second in command Elaina envied his perfect loyalty.  It was no surprise to see the Scion of Justice but the man he was escorting alarmed her.

The Elven man was clad in a black and red robe and cloak leaning slightly against a staff as he walked, friendly and deceitful smile upon his face.  His left hand had a ring of a black serpent eating its own tail.  He smiled at her pleasantly.  Just two days since she arrested him and he was walking out.

Elaina waited for the eel to pass and then stepped into the sacred chapel with both awe and reverence.  The music of chorus of the Gregorian Monastic Order filled the chamber as she looked upon the man who had given her purpose and resparked a passion for good she thought her father extinguished.

"My Saint and my Lord.  I kneel before you with egregious tidings, but first I must understand why that man is being released.  He is evil and wretched."  Elaina said with passionate humility. The Saint responded in calm but forceful tones, "The judgement of the Saint is beyond question Red Paladin.  I pardon or execute according to a higher understanding of justice than you now know.  You will see to his pardon of all crimes through imperial channels and reinstate him to his former positions."

"Of course my Lord.  But could you teach me why?"

"My perfect prison is lost to us. Robbed by Tyr, the Red Prison took hundreds of years to perfect and lost in the dark Cathedral we were so long trapped in.  I need a new prison for those who oppose us and those who deserve punishment beyond normal means."

"And you seek to use Ravenloft as your prison?"

"It is already there and nearly inescapable. At first we will use just portals to send the guilty there to suffer and be punished by the mist.  The next stage is to understand and manipulate the mist in such a way a more perfect prison can be forged from it."

It was then Elaina saw the serpent ring on the Saint's hand. "Yes My Lord." She took a breath his logic made sense but... beyond that faith was ultimately about trust and she had made the choice to trust this man.  He gave her purpose and passion his works and results in bringing about justice fairness and goodness surpassed any other in so little a time. The wretched deserved to be punished and Ravenloft would do that.  It would punish and hold those unfit for a more just world.  "My Lord I came to speak with you about Zyr's plan.  I've learned from one of the demons we captured the details of Skyfall and I think we can stop it if we move quickly."

"Stop it.  My Child why would we want to stop it?"

"Because thousands of people will die if we don't."

"Maybe millions, millions of people who chose Tyr over true justice and supported him after my offer of amnesty.  They were shown the greater light and rejected it.  I can not save them."

"You will not save them."

"Correct and neither will you.  I have different plans for you at this Skyfall.  Plans that will ensure Tyr's failure will be complete and it will usher in the new age.  As the Elder Gods age ended with rise of the Titans and the age of the Titans ended with the rise of the Gods so shall the age of the Gods end with the rise of the Red Saint and an Age of Justice for all begin."

"Yes My Lord, what do you command?"