Forgotten Freedom:92
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Back on the Astral Plane of their home universe:
Lisa: You sure you're ok? You didn't fare so well on the way there.
Terra: Don't worry, I'm fine. I was a bit confused by that myself. I don't normally get motion sickness.
Lisa: There's a first time for everything.
Terra: True, but I found out that it wasn't motion sickness. I tried everything in my repertoire I could think of to remedy it, but nothing worked.
Lisa: *worried* You're not ill, are you?
Terra: No, no. It's nothing like that. When the usual stuff didn't help, I figured I had misdiagnosed it. On a hunch, I tried something a little different. *pulls out an herb* Do you know what this helps with?
Lisa: No...
Terra: Morning sickness. ;)
Lisa: :mymy: :blink: :OMG!
Terra: :D ;)
Lisa: D...does this mean...?
Terra: You bet it does.
Lisa squeals with glee and hugs Terra tightly, both crying tears of joy.
OOcat: You heard the entity, NO ONE is to know.
Bunny: We know nothing.
13: Our stock in trade.
Bunny: Of course, now I wish Silver were here.
OOcat: :confused:
Bunny: I'm a death god. I'll never be able to figure out on my own how Lisa could have gotten Terra pregnant instead of the other way around.
OOcat: Oh, is that all? (opens mind)
13: (watching) Oh, right, you're sane.
Bunny: Bet Silver is really p'd that she isn't in on the fun.
OOcat: Actually, I've managed to keep her occupied.
13: :blink: Are you getting that really bad feeling?
Bunny: Yes. Yes I am.
Silver: Okay, what is your obsession with tentacles?……Note to self, make campaign setting where that is primary source of magic.……Why is that bit glowing? I can honestly see no practical reason for that.……I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but COULD YOU MAKE THEM DO SOMETHING THAT ISN'T :pile:?!!!!!!!
OORampant: Congrats.
Lisa: thank you, but we are having a moment here
OORampant: Sorry.
Levy: What did you think?
Forbes: The child has extraordinary potencial.
Levy: Yeah that little troll certainly has a handle on that mind axe of his, but i meant the group from the Forgotten Freedom.
Forbes: As did I.
Levy: Hahahahaha.
Ishmael Jr. : Ummm... yeah... this is a little strange...
Ishmael Jr. is hung 12 feet in the air by his pinkies in razorwire, with 10 pound weights attached to his toes, pink makeup on his cheeks, ritual tatoos all over his lower back, mystic runes carved into his chest, arcane sigils drawn in his blood on the floor, and a mo-hawk, all the while surrounded by a chorus of two dozen hooded cultists singing cthulnic chants and Andrea waving a disturbingly decorated knife around.
Andrea: THE SACRIFICE WILL BE SILENT!
Ishmael Jr. : But... the makeup; is it just me, or is it a bit excessive? And, I mean, the mohawk was in about thirty years ago, but now it's just tacky. I have to say though, you've definately got the mystic gibberish down this time.
Andrea: Look, the Voyeur in the Dark is really fond of both the makeup and the mohawks. Don't make this any harder than it has to be.
Ishmael Jr. : Remind me why I have to be the sacrifice again?
Andrea: Because you are a random redshirt, duh...
Ishmael Jr. : I resent that! I have a name, it's-
Andrea: GAG THE SACRIFICE! QUICKLY!
Cultist: Yesssss... Mistresssss....
Ishmael Jr. : -Ishmae-
Andrea: NOOOOOOOOOO!
Ishmael Jr. : -l Jr. *MMMPH* *The gag goes on*
Cultist: He is gagged, missstressss.
Andrea: Yeah, yeah, it doesn't matter now. He's a named character now, and thus a plot contrivance will save him. You probably have a few hours to live. Say good-bye to your loved ones, if you have any.
Cultist: Err... Why?
Andrea: Because the Voyeur in the Dark doesn't like his sacrifices escaping the rituals. I'll just have to give him some more crystals of Terra and Lisa :pile: -ing. That'll ensure my safety.
There is a sound like pinkies sliding through razorwire, several crashes of woodwork and a scream.
Andrea: *sigh*
Ishmael Jr groans as he looks up at the line of holes through the cieling, stretching all the way to Andrea's Room. Many of the Denizens of the Ship are looking down at him. A half dressed Marish and a sweaty Cuddles look curiously down at him. Kanatash floats over the hole stares for a minute, laughs and floats off. Mickey Ninefingers nearly falls through one of the holes. Rooseveldt glares at Ishmael Jr.
Ishmael Jr. : Yeah I know, the mo-hawk is tacky... Sigh... I'm sick of being a redshirt.
Lisa: Are you now?
Ishmael Jr. : Wha...? OHSHITOHSHITOH-
Lisa: Calm down... Flame's mercy... You didn't interrupt anything, and even if you did, it's not your fault by the looks of it.
Ishmael Jr. : -SHITOHSHITOHSHITOH-
Lisa: I SAID, CALM DOWN!
Ishmael Jr. : Yes'm!
Lisa: So, you don't want to be a redshirt anymore, :rolleyes: can't imagine why...
Ishmael Jr.: Yes'm! Don't hurt me more than necissary ma'am!
Lisa: Sweet Baby Tira! I'm not going to hurt you! I'm going to try to help you.
Ishmael Jr.: *blinks*
Lisa: Uh... Hello-o, anybody home?
Ishmael Jr.: Err... Why do I have the feeling like there's something really, really, really bad about to happen?
Lisa: I don't know. Why?
Ishmael Jr.: Oh yeah, BECAUSE EVERY TIME SOMEONE WAS NICE TO ME IN THE SLIGHTEST, I ENDED UP ALMOST DYING BECAUSE OF IT! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT SUCKS TO BE AN "EXPENDABLE" PERSON? DO YOU? I HAVE BARELY SURVIVED FOR NEARLY TWO YEARS ON THIS HELL AND IT WAS PRIMARILY BY BEING SO PATHETIC NO-ONE BOTHERED TO HURT ME! Kithle ALREADY HAS EVERYTHING I'VE GOT, CARALOT DECIDED I WASN'T WORTH EXPERIMENTING ON, Volrath HAD A SIMILAR OPINION, Sa'vor WANTED TO EAT ME BUT SAW A FATTER REDSHIRT WALK BY AT THE SAME MOMENT AND-
Lisa: :blink: I think you've got anger issues.
Ishmael Jr.: THAT'S WHAT KANATASH SAID. THEN HE USED THE "SPRUCEY SWEETNESS" ON ME. I BARELY SURVIVED TO TELL THE TALE.
Lisa: Oh... Hmmm... you know... you could just leave.
Ishmael Jr.: Naah. Captain already thought of that. As soon any redshirt steps off the ship without orders to, a mark of justice goes off and we die. And even if we have orders to, if we don't get back to the ship on time, the mark goes off and we die.
Lisa: So get one of the ubers to break the enchantment.
Ishmael Jr.: Friend of mine tried it. Bribed Ketler with some crystals of Jaela. Yeah, that friend is currently a stain outside of Erk's Place. You see, the mark went off before Ketler could attempt to remove it. The marks also prevent us from attempting to remove it, period.
Lisa.: So get a permanent antimagic field around you. Or antipsionic field if it's a tatoo of some sort.
Ishmael Jr.: Friend of mine tried that as well. That got messy. Kithle sucked his brain out because of what happened. I don't want to talk about it. I still have nightmares.
Lisa: Oh. So, you think there isn't a way off the ship. Does the mark explode if you go into Erk's place?
Ishmael Jr.: No. But if you use any of the portals to go elsewhere, you die. You can come back to the ship though.
Lisa: There has to be a way!
Ishmael Jr.: There's only one way that I've seen.
Lisa: :confused:
Ishmael Jr.: Die. And even then, you might be brought back.
Lisa: Oh.
Ishmael Jr.: Yeah, I'll be heading back to my corner in the bilge. I'll try to get this crap off and out. I say, this nail polish is rather difficult to look at.
Lisa: Ok, I dropped the package off in her room.
Terra: What took you?
Lisa: Ishmael Jr. was having a rough time of it. I thought I could help.
Terra: He told you about the Mark of Justice, right?
Lisa: Yeah. But I fail to see how treatment like that can be considered "justice".
Terra: Funny thing about that is, they're under contract. They signed it, thus it is binding. The Mark of Justice is a bit of a misnomer, considering it doesn't take into account whether the conditions of it's application are actually just or not.
Lisa: Why did that just sound suspiciously like Reman?
Terra: That's the translated version of what he told me when I brought up the same issue. It took him three minutes to say it, and took me another two days to decipher.
Fluffy - merororororow (last time i burn catnip :pint: )
Slawpaw - *HIC*
Satnak's room. Serene is sitting on the bed, and Satnak is standing holding the box.
Satnak - I gotta remember to thank them when they get back for real.
Serene - Tha little box might be able to hold a pair of short swords, not two full-sized blades.
Satnak - Not even Levy can carry them through a cross multiversal trip without getting hurt by the defensises on those things. This box -opening- just holds a call stone I started attuning to them when I marked them for delivery.
A small blue stone is revealed.
Serene - Callstone?
Satnak - Callstones are like mobile portals for items and such, each stone will attune to a number of items and from that point on will be able to summon those items from where ever they are. Even accross a multiverse. Now a small stone like this can only hold so many imprints, The living Varient at the Island is imprinted with every item in the Armory, and can increase its storage space through growth, a call stone can be attuned to the main crystal and use its imprints without actually using too much of its own space. This crystal is not connected to the armory, thats what the diamond in my braid is for.
Serene - Its an amazing system, but why is something that brilliant used for weapons?
Satnak - Its the times, the last war is still raging at home. The island strives for neutrality, but must stil be ready to defend itself. Also its not just weapons, rations, medical supplies, and messages can be sent as well.
brrrring brrrrring
Serene - Your callstone is ringing
Satnak - Someone coded a message.
Projection of Levy - I hope your feeling better little sister. Please don't stay away forever. Even though I can't be your lover, please don't let that take my sister from me.
Satnak - I need to see her again soon. Tell her about you...keep her from worrying.
Serene - hmph
Satnak - -lifts stone and turns to the side- ok these things usually place the delivery on the floor in front, but if you feel a tingling move away from it. A favorite prank is to send something programmed to fall on someone's head.
A soft glow emenates from the stone as Satnak activates it. Two sheathed swords appear one with a hilt of thorns and a rose ruby, the other a crystal rod and circular adamant blade. The ancient, but well maintained sheathes are the only marks of age, the Hilts themselves sho no signs of wear.
Satnak - -drops to her knees- its them,... the blades of the Borisheel. My responsibility... I really never thought things would get this bad. Dammit Ketty, why did you have to go and die on me, you and your stupid victory or death routine. :weep:
Serene - Let it out, ... Just let it out.
Serene begins a mournful tune while hugging the sobbing Satnak close. Scene fades to black.
13: I've started thinking about something.
Bunny: What? That you'd like to become a god?
13: :eek:…How…?
Bunny: Thyrs is a god. You wanted to be a Non-existant Entity. I think you have a passion for messing with reality. It's a natural step. So what kind?
13: Well…:shifty:…you know that mark of justice all the redshirts have?
13 looks around carefully. Then he utters just one little melody:
"Do-dooo-d'dodo."
Redshirts pop out from behind every piece of pannelling.
"MNAH-MANH!"
Bunny: You've been practicing that with Narrative Elements. :clap:
Terra: Yeah?
Lisa: I know where your shadow power comes from, but...
Terra: You want to know how they were unlocked...
Lisa: Yeah. I didn't want to press the issue before, since you seemed a bit upset by it. If you still don't feel comfortable talking about it, I understand.
A mix of sadness, fear, and anger at some memory crosses her face.
Terra: No, I'll show you. It's likely any children we have will at least have the potential to receive them, so it effects both them and you. Just know that if the way it was done to me is the only way, there's no way in hell I'm EVER unlocking this power in any of our children.
(Terra's memory)
A fog seems to surround Lisa's senses as she is enveloped by this memory. Sight, touch, smell, sound, and even thought seem to be surpressed. She could only guess this is what it's like when under Domination.
Terra: (i.h.h.) Correct. This is shortly after I was brought back with my father to meet Theronas for the first time since I was 8.
Lisa could hear voices. They were low, but she could still make out what was said. Her vision was clouded, but she could see two figures, one humanoid, the other Demonic.
???: Imbecile! You practically dared them to come after us! I told you to remain discreet, and you had to monologue!
???: *cringing* But, my Lord, I thought she might return willingly if she knew-
Theronas: Silence! I gave you orders, and you disobeyed them. I invested quite a bit of effort in you, so I will give you one last chance to redeem yourself.
Halester: *bows fearfully* Thank you, my Lord. I will not fail again.
Theronas: First, we must awaken her to her true form.
Lisa: (i.h.h.) True form?
Terra: (i.h.h.) Remember what I told you about Dal Quor? What I turned into for a time? That's what he's talking about. The Quori possessing me brought it out without unlocking my powers.
Lisa: But you don't turn into that now...
Terra: Only because I refuse to. I will not allow myself to go that far, because I may never come back...
Terra is led to a large reinforced door and thrown inside the room behind it. When she hears the locks click, all becomes clear. Terra had been released from the spell for a time. She immediately tried to free herself, attempting to blast her way through the ceiling. Her magical power, however, refused to manifest. Attempts with her psionics failed as well.
Terra: *grudgingly* He's sealed both my magical and psionic abilities, just perfect...
She turns to the large glass window, through which she can see her captors.
Terra: So, what now?
In response to her question, a half-dozen Dretches appear and immediately assault her. With her greatest abilities surpressed, Terra is forced into melee combat, armed with only her staff. She dispatches of them with ease, since even without her magic, she was still quite powerful.
Theronas: Excellent. Now, we continue.
Terra: What is the point of this?
More demons appear. This time, two Vrock's attack her. She has more trouble this time, but still manages to come away more or less unscathed. As soon as they die, a third group enters, this time it is a pair of Bebeliths. This pattern continues for over two hours. With each demon she kills, another, more powerful group enters. Glabrezu, Hezrou, and Nalfeshnee all fall before her with increasing difficulty. Terra was now covered in blood, both her own and her opponents. Exhaustion was beginning to set in from blood loss and excessive exertion in overcoming her foes.
Lisa: (i.h.h.) This is too easy. It's like they're not trying to kill you...
Terra: (i.h.h.) They're weren't. I found out later that they were specifically instructed not to kill me. They could do anything short of that, though...
Looking into the eyes of the two Balor as they appeared told Lisa exactly what they had in mind...
Balor 1: She's quite the catch, eh? I can't believe master Theronas is just giving her to us...
Balor 2: I'm not going to argue with free tail... :devil:
The first one lashes out with its fiery whip, just missing her as she dodges to the side. The second is more successful, his whip catching her ankle and throwing her across the floor. Dazed, she rolls out of the way just in time to avoid another whip strike.
Balor 1: Seems she's still got some fight left in her. It's always best when they squirm...
Balor 2: Indeed it is. :devil:
They both come at her this time. One strikes at her with his flaming sword. As she dodges, the other grabs her arm and slams her into the wall. Pain courses through her body as she feels several ribs crack. She is then hurled through the air and caught by the other Balor's whip. The world goes black as she is slammed into the ground.
Terra: (i.h.h.) And now, the answer to your question...
Still in the memory, Lisa sees Terra's internal avatar standing next to a large, black pool. It seems infinitely dark, deep, and gives off an aura of forboeding. She swears she's seen this before...
Terra: You have. Think back to when you were posessed by the agents of the Dreaming Dark...
Then she recognized it. She had been in the very same position when she had been overtaken. It was slightly different, but close enough. This was the place in your mind that holds all your hate and pain, your jealousy and fear. When she had been posessed, she had willingly fallen into this pool at the behest of her tormentors. When Satnak had freed her, she had felt something pull her mind out of this pool as well. Now, Terra stood in the same position.
Terra: (i.h.h.) I don't know how or why, but I knew that it was either fall in, or give myself to those Balor. I had been driven to this. If I fell in, I knew I would find the strength to kill them, but I knew that was exactly what those bastards wanted, and I hated them desperately for it. But there was no way I would simply allow myself to be raped...
Lisa saw Terra spread her arms and fall forward. Instead of a splash, she simply sunk in. Blackness consumed her as Lisa felt great power flow forth from the pool. Resuming consciousness, Terra shredded the Balor that had been tearing at her clothing before it even realized she was awake. The second was too startled to do anything as she turned him into mincemeat as well. With the same ease that Lisa would tear paper, Terra tore the door off its hinges without even touching it.
Theronas: Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic! You will serve me well.
Terra's rage boiled over at that point and she moved to kill him, forgetting one crucial point. Theronas snapped his fingers, and his control of her was reinstated. Within Terra's mind, Lisa could see Terra floating deep within the pool, apparently asleep. In her hand were what appeared to be two strings, one white and one black that led out of the pool and into the rest of her mind.
Lisa: (i.h.h.) What are those?
Terra: (i.h.h.) Memory strands. You and Volrath were the only things keeping me from losing myself completely. I still couldn't stop my body, but I was able to restrain myself to a degree until I was set free.
(back in reality)
Lisa: *crying softly* I had no idea...I'm so sorry...
Terra: Don't be. I was saved in large part because of you. But unless I can find a better way, this power ends with me.
Forbes - Interesting power the druid carries in her line.
Levy - Finally a berzerker to rival the great breaker prime.
Forbes - True, much as I hate to admit it the breakers have been on top too long, they're getting arrogant.
Levy - Like teacher like student.
Forbes - Your just mad thet we're better fighters.
Levy - In your dreams Scaly.
Bunny: Okay, any other tricks?
13: Let's find Doog and I'll show you.
13: Hey, Doog!
Doog (using The Chain on some poor redshirt that scared him with the previous routine): What?
13: Did you always want to be a pirate?
Doog takes on a sad, nostalgic, reflective look. The redshirt scurries away.
Doog: No. I always wanted to be…(takes off clothes to reveal plaid outfit beneith)…a lumberjack.
The Dream Weaver moved through the darkness of his lair. he could feel the pulse of the minds that worked for him all around. the prophecy was weak once again, somthing unexpected had happened, throwing it off balance. soon there would be the time to strike. The Dream Weaver smiled, Sa'vor thought that everything was set, he was wrong. nothing was set, but the prophecy had a plan for the universe. so it fooled the people into worshiping it. then it used this power to infulence the world, in truth the prophecy's symbols where just a guess of what will happen. those that could manipulate time belived that it was given to them by the entity that is the prophecy. The Dream Weaver laughed his metalic laugh. the fools. they where all pawns for the entity that was the prophecy, and once and for all he would smash it. The Chosen one was already begining to show promise, the other player in this would be the Darkone. He would be difficult to bend to his will.
But he had a weakness. he didnt use his mind, he didnt think his way out of things. not anymore. and thats how the Dreamweaver would get him. the Dream Weaver felt a hostile mind behind him. The Dream Weaver reached out and smashed through the mental defences. and entered an area known as the Mindscape. his victim appeared before him, a Darkclad assassin. The Assassin glanced around him in dismay at the blank Terrain around him. The Dream Weaver flexed a hand shifting the Terrain around him, instantly the Assassin was thrown into the air and landed sprawled on the floor. The Dream Weaver brought forth the Humans worst nightmare, the Human cowered before the creature sobbing like a child. with that, the Dream Weaver snuffed out the Assassins life force. Easy. The Crew of the forgotten freedom would be more difficult to deal with. brute force would not work against such powerful entities.
The Dream Weaver felt his mind racing as plans began to form, he Grinned. it was almost too easy...
Dragon Prophet - According to the prophecy.
Reman - Proffesional courtesy no bull ******** each other off the clock.
Dragon Prophet - Oh, ok then.
Satnak is oiling the sheathes of the Blades of Borisheel.
Serene - That stuff smells funny.
Satnak - Its Tanner's oil its supposed to smell like that.
Serene - :P
Satnak - Heh, you... well these are done. The blades themselves need little maitnance. Let me wash this stuf off.
Serene - Which one was your Father's.
Satnak - The Gaurded Heart the one thats made of that pink crystal, with the sharp circle of adamantine for a hilt. It also
works as a Psi-booster.
Serene - Do you ever wonder...
Satnak - What it would have been like if my parents had been able to raise me as intended? I would have grown up with my big
sister ketty and maybe a few other siblings. Been trained to use the Gaurded Heart, and probably indulged my passion for astral constructs. My incarnum
abilities would be more focused, never would have become a totemist. I'd be a lot like my sister Ketty was aside from the brain washing. A fierce, and
dashing Heir of the Proud Borisheel. In a few decades I'd probably settle down with a younger son of one of the other clans, or another wealthy half-elf
scion. Spend half my time looking down my nose at people, or slicing up other Clan heirs in duels. I might even have been happy.
Serene - ....
Satnak - On the other hand I would be weaker, I would never have trained at the Island, I would never have met Levy or Forbes,
Rixle, Telfon, Disarry, Terra, Lisa, Fluffy, Illis, or You. -Kisses
Serene on the nose-
Serene - :mad: :rolleyes: Silly girl, you had me worried.
Satnak - Know this, I would never trade my life for another's. I'm alot like my sister, I hold on till the end.
Serene - Levy or Ketty?
Satnak - Ok sisters, plural.
Liam sits in his lab, having submitted the evidence necessary to get his new project approved. Now he just needed to figure out
how to study the Non-Existant Entities.
Liam: Logically, they have to have some existence. Otherwise we couldn't know that they were here. To even be here, or just be,
they need at least some tiny bit of existence.
His shoulders slump.
Liam: But when did logic ever apply here? I think the best research I can do is interview them, interview the crew about them, and
document the results of their antics. And then there are the entities from beyond non-existance. I don't even know if I "have" one, or would one "have" me?
OOGladius: I think it's more of a symbiotic relationship.
Liam: GAH! Who are you?
OOGladius: "Your" (for lack of a better word for the relationship) Entity from Beyond Non-Existance.
Liam: Ah.
Fully comprehending what's going on, Liam faints.
OOGladius: Huh. Well, considering, I think it went pretty well. Just glad I don't have to deal with a relationship like OOCrystalForged has with Kanatash.
Kanatash: What about me?
OOGladius: Nothing, but I was wondering if your E.B.N.E. wanted an apology from me for my part in the D.M.-Breaker.
Kanatash: Nah. I think he's okay with it.
OOGladius: Okay. Well, see ya.
Terra and Lisa stand amidst the otherworldly beauty that is Syrania. A crystalline city of the Angel's
floats around them in the clear blue sky.
Lisa: Wow...
Terra: My thoughts exactly. Mom told me a bit about it, but it simply doesn't do it justice.
A Planetar Angel flies down to greet them.
Angel: Welcome, travelers. What brings you to our fair city?
Lisa: We're on our honeymoon. Sightseeing and all...
Angel: Well, congratulations. I must admit, though, I'm a little confused. When I sensed your presence, I could feel a familiar aura. It's less now, but
still there.
Terra: *smiling* Oh, she's here. And she want's to talk to you.
Terra closes her eyes and stumbles slightly. An aura not unlike the Planetar envelopes her. When her eyes open again, they are a
solid, soft blue.
Gaia: Good to see you again, Gareth.
Gareth: That voice...Gaia?!
Gaia: Indeed. I'm glad you still remember me.
Gareth: But...you're dead... Who are these people?
Gaia: It's a long story.
After relating the details, Gaia gets straight to the point.
Gaia: Now you know why we must see Naur.
Gareth: I do.
Lisa: Naur?
Gareth: A Solar of great power and lord of this city. He is the one who sent Gaia in the first place.
Arriving at the palace, they are granted an audience with Naur. Gaia pleads her case as he listens intently.
Naur: I see. What do you suggest?
Gaia: The legacy of her tormented past still threatens both her and her unborn child. I ask simply that she be given the power to fully counter her darker
side.
Naur: Normally, such a request is unheard of. I wonder why we shoud even concern ourselves with the affairs of mortals.
Gaia: She is unbound. You have seen yourself that her future is an unknown, that any attempt to see it is futile. Such a path is treacherous, and can have
dire consequences if not tread carefully.
He sits deep in thought for what, to Lisa, feels like an eternity. Eventually, he smiles and stands.
Naur: ...very well. I will grant this favor in return for destroying that loathesome Rajah.
Gaia: Thank you...
Gaia's consciousness fades and Terra returns to normal. Having seen everything through Gaia, she knows what to do. As she kneels,
Naur places his hand on her head.
Naur: This will take some time to manifest, and it will not be without pain, but such is the way of things.
Terra: *nods* I understand.
A glow spreads from his hand to envelop her body. Lisa watches with a combination of fascination and worry, but it ends with
nothing seeming to happen.
Naur: It is done. You may go, now. Gareth!
Gareth: *snaps to attention* Yes, my lord?
Naur: Show our guests around the city. It's not often we have the opportunity to show off...
Gareth: *smiles* As you wish, my lord.
As they leave, Terra and Lisa thank him one last time before heading out to a spectacular view of the
city from above...
While Terra and Lisa are being shown around Syrania, they hear a strange noise overhead. Looking up
the see an illithid falling through the endless sky.
Illithid: WAH-HA-HA-HA-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
As it falls past, Terra makes out the symbol of Thyrs hanging around its neck.
Naz'roth releases his hand from his crystal ball. once again that old anger brewed up within him, filling him with a Wroth not
known for centuries. Naz'roth felt the power within him yearning to be unleashed To crush his foes.
Naz'roth felt the old memories returned, those old wounds reopening once more. He had been tracking
Terra and Lisa's process out of intrest, it was today of all days that they'd gone to Syrania. to add
insult to injury they'd met with HIM. Naur, Naur the almighty, Naur the just. thats what they said, Naz'roth's form became
wreathed in black flames. They didnt know the truth of the matter, all those angels up there, they had all but forgotten who had once stood by Naurs side.
An image of his old self appeared, bedecked in Platinum armour lined with gold, a pure white cloak behind him. his eyes where golden. his hair was still
white, his skin still like alabaster. emeralds where still adorning his armour. he still carried a shield, but with a different symbol. the moons upon the
symbol where silver. his feathered wings where as white as snow. his old staff, with topaz stones and a shaft of pure platinum was the envy of all around
him. he stood by the side of Naurs throne his gaze rather than hateful and evil was kind and full of wisdom.
Naz'roth shuddered with Rage. little knew that Naz'roth was Naurs twin brother, once apon a
time they had been a team. Naurs skill with fighting coupled with Naz'roths skill at Artificery and magic was a constant thorn
in the side of evil. Naz'roth himself built and enchanted the weapons and equipment Naur still used today. Once apon a time
Naz'roth had been good, and with him he brought the healing light to the wounded and a swift death to all those whom opposed
the light. All until that day.... it was on the battle fields that Naz'roth had found a tome of pure darkness, he took it with
him to his lab and began to learn its secrets. it had always been his intention to study evil and blackest magic, and with that knowledge of evil find ways
to counter it. to help the world. But soon one of the other Solars, Naurs friend Korrelius, used this to his advantage. Korrenlius had been wielding dark
arts for centuries, and now he had the perfect way to cover up his tracks. he accused Naz'roth of wielding the black arts and
creating a plauge that had swept over the realm. Naz'roth had tried to defend himself, but Naur discovered the tome and was
convinced of Naz'roths guilt.
Naz'roth had been put before a collective council and was stripped of rank. he was forever dishamed before his people and
sentanced to death. his labs where destroyed, his artifacts stolen and wielded by the other solar lords, for long had they been jealous of these wonders. it
was on the day of his execution that a dark voice whispered to him as he slept, that he could get revenge on the people whom had betrayed him. but only
through walking the dark path. Naz'roth then fell into the Reseviore of evil that lay within him. he emerged changed, he twisted his once good aims. and on that day he excaped, destroying an entire city as he went. to this day he holds a blood oath to
fullfill his revenge on his twin and all those that persecuted him. If they wanted Evil, they would get it. Naz'roth destroyed all in his wake, his bond with Mabar and fiendish energies becomind
stronger and stronger. He joined the Rajah on Eberron and quickly rose through the ranks and became a Daemon Lord.
Naz'roth sighed, in all his long lifespan he had never once accoplished one bit of his goal. for he knew that Naur would
always be his equal. Naz'roth clenched his fist in anger, the rage boiled in his blood. He would have his revenge. even if he
had to storm Naurs palace himself. Naz'roth raised a hand and activated a teleport spell. bringing him into the magical
training room. before him a shimmering Target stood ( almost seven hundred feet away). Naz'roth reached within him and unleashed a ball of black flame. it struck the target enveloping the shimmering shield in flames. Naz'roth fired again and again, putting more and more anger
into his attacks. he unleashed a bolt of lightning, followed by more. soon the magical shield was surrounded in crackeling energy and fire. the ground around
it had became blackened and twisted. yet still Naz'roth pounded it. eventualy Naz'roth felt
himself tire. the Magical shield had been obliterated. nothing remained. the only thing the portrayed that it had once existed was a large smokeing crater.
Naz'roth shuddered. he had gone far this time in his rage. he shook his head, he should not let his anger carry him away like
this. Naz'roth lowered his hand and strode off to bed. he would have prepare if he was ever to have his revenge. and on that
day, They would come to know the error they had made.
Naz'roth stalked out of the training room, fury burning in his eyes and heart.
Voice: That's horrible, what they did to you.
Naz'roth: Who's there?
Volrath: Oh just the spawn of oblivion you have learned to loathe. :D
Naz'roth: Aren't you supposed to be off the ship with Nalfien?
Volrath: I am off the ship. I just got bored no one was doing anything.
Naz'roth: What do you mean?
Volrath: OORei isn't posting anything new and...
Naz'roth: No I mean about being in two places at once.
Volrath: I am able to project myself to just about anywhere. That is why I can get past your mental defenses. I wasn't probing
and I can't do anything as a projection, so I wasn't resistered as a threat.
Naz'roth: Interesting, but why did you come here in paticular?
Volrath: I just sensed the extreme anger and sadness inside you. I would like to say that this sort of betrayal and corruption
is what keeps us Outer Beings motivated and doing our job.
Naz'roth: Come again?
Volrath: We are in a way a force of justice. We wait for a world to become so disgusting, evil, depraved, and horrible that it
revels in its own destruction. Then we destroy them all and start over with another world hoping that this new one will last longer as a force of good. We
will stop doomsday if the sentients of a world are willing to to selflessly defend it from us. Like what happened last time. If we truely focused all of our
power on Eberron we could destroy it in an instant. The ripening Kanatash is talking about is the rotting of the last bits of goodness away from Eberron.
Naz'roth: So Kanatash is actually militant good?
Volrath: No he is evil as am I, but the ultimate goal we work for is good, in a way. I can for instantance justify any of my
actions at the moment I make them, but if I examine my conscience afterward I realize that if I could die I would go to a horrible burning hell.
Naz'roth: If you truely believe you are doing something wrong why don't you change your ways.
Volrath: Because I am rash, childish, and won't be punished for my deeds.
Naz'roth: So you're a bastard.
Volrath: I'm trying to change, but it's a long road ahead.
Naz'roth: Just leave me alone.
Volrath: Fine *vanishes*
After a day of sightseeing, the couple returns to a room Naur had given them for the duration of their stay.
Lisa: What, exactly, did he do?
Terra: I have two opposing forces flowing through me. Trying to use both at once was like trying to light a match underwater.
It's just not gonna work. What he did was begin the process of integrating them. Even Naur has no idea what the end result will be. It's never truly been
done before.
Lisa: He said that it would be painful...
Terra: It involves protracted pain instead of sudden, intense pain. My body will be essentially reformatting itself as the two
opposing forces meld.
Lisa: And...what of our daughter?
Terra: This is still the first month of the term. It will effect her, but far less drastically. Mom assured me that there would
be no detrimental effects.
Lisa: ...
Terra: I know, hon. I don't want anything to happen to her either. That's why I went along with this. The greatest danger I could
see for her was her own heritage.
Lisa: No, it's not that. I trust your judgement on this. It's just...I'm a nervous reck over this and she hasn't even been born
yet...
Terra: Me too. Gaia's busy giggling. She knows the feeling. Motherhood promises to be our biggest challenge...
On the prow of the ship (away from earl and john), Satnak and Serene are sitting with their backs
against each other. Serene is facing forward, and Satnak is looking back upon the deck.
Satnak - :embarrass Um...Serene, I know a really nice spa, and was wondering if you'd like to go
there with me? (i.h.h. why is this harder than staring down pun-pun?)
Serene - What about your cat (i.h.h. little demon) ?
Satnak - That Slaypaw girl seems to have a handle on the little fuzzball. I got her cat sitting.
Slaypaw - Vengeance is mine!! :D
Fluffy - meow ( :eek: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...litterbox)
Serene - Satnak, are you asking me out? on a date?
Satnak - um... :blush: [SIZE=1]yes[/SIZE]
Serene - Then of course Silly girl, now come here. -turns and hugs Satnak-
Satnak - :cloud9:
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