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PostSubject: Dawn's Fair Light   Fri Sep 14, 2012 7:39 pm

The soft light of sunrise was just beginning to peak over the horizon, gently dispersed by the morning fog hanging over the sea. It was a quiet morning, peaceful as the tide rose to greet the day. No cawing birds harassed the waves yet, it was too early still for them. A warm breeze blew gently towards the beach bringing in the invigorating smell of ocean and a sense of peace…that was suddenly shattered with a loud crack of unexpected lightening.

Halfway between the shore and sea, where the beach was rocky instead of softly sanded a flash of multicolored lightening struck and seemed to dance a moment, flickering weirdly colored lights before vanishing like a dream.

The bloody body where it struck was more like a nightmare. Violet hair, white feathers, and red blood seemed to be everywhere and any watcher would wonder _what_ it was before ever wondering _who_. It would be a shock to most when the body moved, twitching with obvious life though wounded deeply. Somehow, Lyra had transmuted the spell into one of transportation rather than transformation to flightlessness.

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PostSubject: Re: Dawn's Fair Light   Tue Sep 25, 2012 3:22 pm


No one would ever ask why he was anywhere, they would just hope that he was far away form them and near some other elsewhere that he could torment. His presence was a hushed curse and a long worry. No one wanted the boogie man to show up knocking on their door for any reason. But why WAS he at a beach? Was there some dire evil plotted a foot? Some royal he had killed? A guard whose life was now spent before him in some diabolical plan? Or was he just there for the view. Only he knew.

As it were he was not close to the phenomenon, but he was close enough. An unrecognized magic type had cast something into a small rocky patch between shore and wave, or at least it was between them for now. Curiosity might have gotten the better of him, or perhaps it was orders. But he blinked closer and closer. Eventually as the lightning parted and left a bent twisted bloodied creature in its place he was nearly on top of it, or in this case it very resembled a her. Interesting.


He was standing over her, near her head when she moved. He however was not surprised she lived, only that she dared moved in her condition. She was bloodied, no , blood soaked. It was on her skin her wings and her face. Matted into her hair and dripping from wounds even he didn’t fully see. For a brief moment his head cocked to the side and he wondered what could have caused this elf to become in such a state. Thread bare and clinging hopelessly to life. Though he never wondered why she was winged. Such things existed in certain planes, and didn’t in others. Were rare in some places and in abundance yet still in hidden realms.

He stooped down over her and brushed blood soaked violet hair from her face. Some hidden thought passed his mind as he gazed down on her. He sighed and moved slightly to be crouching over her now, face to face, and top to top. His right hand held a knife he never drew and he cut his own wrist. Not deeply, and he didn’t sever any needed tendons. But it wasn’t a small paper cut either. Using the finger form the hand holding the knife he drew a small rune on her forehead and then looking at his wrist his own injury was engulfed in black flames and then both his wound and the fire vanished leaving him unmarred. The knife was suddenly gone as oddly as it had appeared and he spoke one soft, near silent word.

The rune on her forehead burned black and vanished, but she would be healed , albeit only slightly. Only enough that she would not pass out of this plane and onto her next life. Only enough to stabilize her and start up her own healing arts or powers. That is if she possessed any at all. If she didn’t then it might be days before she stirred form these grievous injuries. And instead of leaving her there alone he carefully scooped her up in his arms and then as queerly as he arrived they vanished elsewhere nearby, to a hidden home carved into the sands of the beach like a hobbit with out a fear of water might have done.

He or his various cloned doppelgangers would tend to hand treat her for time unrecorded softly, gently. And eventually she might wake to find her self in a makeshift bed in a darkened room. Soft warm sands made up the floor and a low ceiling hung with roots that poked through the ceiling and held the building together in its garden level existence. In the background the waves could be heard, in the for ground a fire being tended by a being that spoke in a language never heard in this dimension.
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PostSubject: Re: Dawn's Fair Light   Thu Sep 27, 2012 7:26 pm

Time flowed in strange bursts for Lyra. A clear moment of understanding where she saw the entirety of her Masters’ spell clearly in her mind and her entire being rebelled, calling out in desperation to the magic she had just begun learning, and then a long period of pain as the magic answered her call, taking its cost in flesh and blood and tears before dropping her from its rainbow coil onto the beach.

She hadn’t even swum up fully from the depths the magic had left in her before the sense of another came and she felt the cool dark touch of another magic stopping the flowing wounds. Not healed, no healing would be time in the mending, but no longer bleeding would give her body the strength to heal as only an avariel would, with the speed of a magic-borne race. Caught in the sensation of yet another magic she would not truly recognize the strength in the arms that cradled her.

Hours, seconds, days, years, moments…time passed in the dreamscape fog of rainbow magic and betrayal and dreams shattered to dust and yet still whole as the tender ministrations of the unknown rescuers sped her way to a complete recovery. When sleep and dreams could no longer hold her apart from the magic and its cause she began the steep descent into awareness.

She first heard the waves as well as the sound of an unknown language. The smell of sea, sand, and driftwood fire blew over her as she took in the smells. Opening her eyes the sands were golden and white and the roots hanging above seemed to shape themselves into a spell before she dismissed the whimsy and glanced around the room. She did not recognize anything and felt a sigh of relief pass through her at that thought. She could not bear it again, that depth of pain from betrayal.

She had been washed clean while they tended her, and it was clear that many of the wounds the light magic had made in exchange would scar. She was no longer the fair skinned slave she had been a night ago…was it a night? She looked to the open doorway in the room and could not tell the time that had passed.

She gathered the soft red blanket around her and moved to stand. Trying to open her wings caused a fierce pain and she half-stifled a gasp of pain as tears came to her eyes. She would not cry…she wouldn’t. She refused…Biting her lip to hold in the pain she would bring blood before getting her wings fully outstretched and then resting them back together. Taking deep breaths she would look around to see what else she could see.
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PostSubject: Re: Dawn's Fair Light   Mon Oct 01, 2012 4:16 pm

“You shouldn't force stretching those wings, they are not as healed yet as would be best, and do not even attempt flying, not unless you want to risk being ground based for the rest of your life, however long exactly that might be.” His voice came form the hearth in the common tongue of the land, though his accent was strange, and would be even to one as well traveled as she was. “It would seem you had a rather nasty fall, and more. Care to explain why I found you on the white sand beaches bleeding” Richter intentionally never mentioned where they were other than a white sand beach. He didn’t want her to find out to troublesomely that she might or might not be on a different plane of existence, or in a different crystal sphere.

He also finally turned around form tossing in the last bit of wood to the hearth and looked her over wrapped int eh blanket. He found her cute in her uncertainty and innocence. Mostly it was the innocence part. Though truthfully he'd never get far with a winged creature. It didn’t matter if they were hawk or swan or bat or butterfly or reptile or beast. Wings were wings, and they all reminded him to much of something they generally were not attached to.

“I recognize your Jewelry” he said thumbing the imperial slaves collar he himself wore, though his was from an entirely different planet in a different realm it was still a slaves collar. And to a slave they were all the same, whither they were or iron and leather like Richter's or white and shiny and silver and pretty like hers, a slave was a slave. Some just needed different leashes than others. “Perhaps there is some lord or master looking for you even now? Would he be happy to find you alive? Or wickedly angry knowing you survived what ever it was that happened before I found you little one?”

Richter smiled wickedly under the scarf that masked the lower half of his face and then gestured towards s a simple wooden platter on a table near her. “The food here isn’t very good, but it sustains oneself, perhaps you should eat while answering my questions?” he also gestured towards a simple tree stump that served as a chair nearby the simple wooden shelf that was being used to hold the plate. Everything in deed in this little hut was of very very simple make and was of low station. Except for that feather down bed she'd woken in, and that fine Silk down blanket wrapped about her body. As stark contrast sure, but one that likely mattered little.
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PostSubject: Re: Dawn's Fair Light   Mon Oct 01, 2012 7:37 pm

The voice would cause her to startle a little, her wide violet eyes seeking the speaker through the rough caverns light. She would nod her head in agreement, that stretch had shown her how much healing was left to do. It would be weeks, even months before she would fly effortlessly again…and weeks before she should try it. It would not be an easy time for her. She watched him tossing wood onto the hearth, feeling the comfortable heat helping her healing body. The colors of the driftwood fire would distract her as she watched him, until his question sifted through to her consciousness.

“’Twas no fall.” She would speak quietly and yet musically, her lilting voice even more hesitant than it normally was. “You found me on a beach?” The question clearly didn’t require an answer, it was meant as her answer to his question. She ignored the question about her injuries. She truly didn’t know the how or why to all of them, just the one near her spine that was leaving her wings the most weak.

She watched his eyes above the scarf masking his face as he turned. There was much in them speaking of the man…for it was obvious he was his own man, even as he thumbed the slave collar at his neck. She would touch her own with the hand not holding the blanket, her fingers curling possessively around the pendant and collar without thought, until his questions came to that painful point and she pulled her hand down to fidget with the edges as a cold shiver ran down from the crown of her head to the base of her spine.

She would bow her head subserviently, obviously wounded at the thought as she spoke “Truly, it is unknown.” She would look at the wounds visible above and below the blanket. “Angry that I refused, that I fled…Curious how…sorrow and pain in my absence?” The last was said with a kind of sorrowful hope that perhaps her Jamus would miss her, still want her…even marred? He had not wanted her at all though it seemed in the caverns warm light. He had wanted to steal the gift graced by her Gods, for what purpose? Hot tears leaked as she refused the urge to weep in pain at the betrayal, forcing back the tears till she could pretend again.

She took the seat indicated, resting gracefully as she pooled the blanket around to try not to take up more space than she must. She smiled gratefully and took the smallest sliver of bread from the platter indicated, placing it in her lap as she looked at him, and around the room. This was a simple place and made her feel at rest as luxury would not have. The basic, simplistic, and undecorated space was the most homelike space she had been in for years…if only it were a treetop it would be just like home.

She would make eye contact with him as she spoke up “I am called Lyra.” She would drop her eyes away again. “Thank you…for the healing…and…” She did not know what to call it, the shelter he had given her, the safe space. “It was kind.” She watched him and the room equally, eventually trying to eat a few small bites.
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PostSubject: Re: Dawn's Fair Light   Wed Oct 03, 2012 2:47 pm

“indeed” he answered her softly “About a half mile down the beach there if you must know” he pointed slightly out passed the door and through the wall towards where he found her laying and looked her over as she sat so small and taking up little space. “Angry you say?” Angry that his spell did not take form you what he sought? Or angry that he risked losing you over a simple spell for something he might already have had?” Richter spoke like he might know something of what had happened to her somehow. Had she known more about who it was however sitting at the fire near her she would likely not be so at ease in his presence.

“Young one, the food is for you, please do not waste it.” he said looking at the smallest piece of bread she could have possibly taken sitting in her lap. “I do not eat, I have no need to. If not for filling your stomach that food is as useless as” he paused and smirked, suddenly a dagger was in his hand.
“This blade.” it was a finely crafted blade that had seen countless uses. Small nicks marred its blade and scratches along its length showed great great use. But also care in returning to to as best a state as one could after the no doubt hard uses it had endured.


“A slave is very much like this knife, we are tools often that do the work our masted cannot. With out this knife I cannot cut, the food before you for instance, with out a knife it would still be in its base form. That bred might have been bake-able from its base ingredients by pulling tearing and flattening .. But what of the meats? A leg of cow? Surely with its hair on would not be food. I could yank and pull and maybe have torn it free of the host body it was on .. but at what price?”

maybe this analogy needed work? Oh well “With out an axe I could not have wrought that chair you sit on. A tool was needed.” he smiled and of course continued in the ways he best knew. “ I never praised the axe. I never said it was a good axe for doing its job.. and yet the axe did just that.” he cocked his head to the side lightly as he thought “We do the work out master need of us. We are not thanked or rewarded.. in fact often many of us are turned away cold and left in states that tools could not handle .. unfed, unwashed. Not welcome in the finery of life.... Does that fit you?”

He waited for a moment but continued “ did your master use you mercilessly as a tool? Or were you a prize? did he dote on you? Mend and help you? Take care of you and offer you things he might have wanted for himself but saved for you? Do you think your master is more upset at the fact your are gone? Or that fact that now he doesn’t know where you have gone to? Personally young Lyra, I think your master is not like many others. Did he spend years with you? Travel with you and grow attached to you in the manner a woodsmen does a simple axe? Or was there more? Could you have spent so long with him and only think his tool is what he misses? Or . Do you think he might truly be finding out exactly how much more you meant to him than a simple axe or knife means to others?
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PostSubject: Re: Dawn's Fair Light   Fri Nov 02, 2012 5:58 pm

Her eyes followed his hand as he gestured towards her rough landing spot before returning to watch his eyes as they evaluated her. His words struck her like arrows, each sentence obviously striking painfully at her very essence. She had failed as a slave in betraying her Master’s wish, and had failed in all her training by surviving, and now…what was she? It did not strike her to question the man’s knowledge, though her heart ached at the thought of Jamus angry with her.

The few bites she had managed tasted like dust in her mouth though she knew it was fine bread, basic but good. She did not fear the knife that appeared, though she could tell from it, and his handling that this man knew its uses. She looked at it closely, as it seemed he intended. It was indeed useful, perhaps that was what was wrong with her. She lacked usefulness. She was a pretty nothing in the world…

As he continued the analogy with the ax, she wondered what finery would fit her now, with the scars clearly visible and the heart wound so deep? Did her Master use her? She had asked him to in a thousand days, begging to be whatever he could possibly need and she had turned on him…but he had asked the impossible. She would shake her head to herself as he spoke. She could not give up her wings, her proof of the gods gift to her race, she couldn’t.

Yes, she had traveled with Jamus for years, being companion and assistant, guardian and prize, and all things she was allowed to be. But now…what was she now? She would look at the man in front of her with eyes filled with unsheddable tears, pain, questions that would never break from her, and a deep abiding sadness. Would he understand that she felt so deeply broken in all of this, from all of this, that she did not know if she could possibly heal into any aspect of her past self?

She closed her eyes to pull back the rush of feelings and would concentrate on the flickers of light behind her eyes, feeling now an echo of the magic that had claimed so much of her, yet left her whole in such an integral way. When she had pulled back from her grief she would open her eyes and speak, softer yet than before “What meaning has a tool that does do what is needed?”. She would set down the bread left in her hand on the table. “What use?”
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PostSubject: Re: Dawn's Fair Light   Wed Nov 14, 2012 12:55 pm

“you miss my point” Richter spoke as the knife vanished in a puff of purple and green “It does not fall on a Tool for fault of what it can and cannot do. Lets take the axe again. It can chop wood, which is its truest intent and use. But it can also cleave a man's skull, or with enough patience it might even be able top be used to serve up meat at a table.” he gestured a a fine, but old woodsman’s axe was in hand “but can it be used to shave? Maybe. How about cut rope? Possibly. What about Cut thread, or shave the fine hairs of a hide with which to make a tent or jacket with..... not easily.

“And an Axe that was smaller might be used for all the tasks as this larger one, but one larger could be used for far less. Tools are very specialized, and only a lazy or reckless man asks a tool to do what it was not meant for” He smiled and the axe vanished “It is not the tools fault that it cannot do the task, it would try, it would love to try. But yet an axe cannot do somethings. I t cannot sew, it cannot mix, it cannot kneed or thresh or even bake. Is this axe now useless to me because it cannot preform as I want? Or am I using a tool in ways it cannot thus making me the fool?”

Richter leaned back and smiled, something he did often but never meant. Once the tools owner learns that he asked it to do what it cannot he shall find a tool that will do it for them, but that will never make a prized tool less useful.” Richter switched subjects slightly and gave more than a hint at his knowledge. “Your master wanted your wings and gift of flight, and you could not give them up. But it is his folly to have asked. You would be no more you wingless as that axe a knife if I needed to butter my bread” Richter gave her a moment before going on more “Your Jamus will come around to the error of his ways, for with out you who shall run his house? Or his errands? What shall protect him? Draw his fancy? What shall live in the mages heart and be yearned of if you are not there for him to desire above nearly all else?”
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PostSubject: Re: Dawn's Fair Light   Sat Dec 22, 2012 9:46 am

Lyra listened intently while he spoke. Perhaps she had not failed? Perhaps she could redeem herself? Perhaps, perhaps even regain her place? The thought thrilled and terrified her. She could not imagine a world in which she did not serve her Jamus, her master. But she also could not imagine the pain of returning to him.

She did not truly question how this strange man knew so much. To her, Jamus was the reason for all things, so of course others were interested in him. Lyra took in his words but shook her head gently back and forth. “His yearning is magic, and knowledge, and proof that he can conquer the impossible” Her voice was soft, sad, but forthright – she was simply speaking the truth.

She would look up at the man, her violet eyes showing unshed tears. “Tis hard to think he will want a return of a flawed, disobedient, unused slave girl” She would pause to blink away tears. “Though I would dream of it…”She took a few moments and wiped away the tears, shaking her head again. What would she dream of now? What could she be to anyone with the scars on her body and the flaw in her soul that made her disobey?

Shaking off the thought path that would drive her to throw herself into the ocean to drown she looked around again. Taking in the shelter, the food, the blanket she covered herself with, and the man. She did not know him, had not heard his description, and she wondered at his accent. It sounded like a kingdom on another plane she had visited briefly once, though long ago in their travels.
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PostSubject: Re: Dawn's Fair Light   Thu Jun 20, 2013 5:15 pm

“You truly do not know what rests in the deepest desires of your fair Jamus do you child of the sky?” Richter smirked wickedly under his mask and then chuckled as he stood and moved across the small hut they were in to be standing outside its barely functioning door. “You speak like you know, you use the right words. But do yo apply them to the right thing? Is it magic he wants above all else? Does he court it alone and use it everyday for everything he wants? Maybe” Richter smiled and turned to face her again inside the little hut on the beach “But does it bring him joy? Does it light his eyes up...”


Richter smiled as he moved closer to her to cradled her soft chin in his strong calloused hand “ do you think he dreams of magic at night? Wrapped around him to keep him warm?” He laughed at the thought and then moved to sit again at the table with her. “ you are wise in more ways then you give yourself credit youngling, but you are a fool as much as he when it comes to the one prize he wants above all else and the one prize he never tried to take in the way he wanted it.”


Richter leaned in and rested his chin on his elbow as he looked at the girl deeply. His right hand came out and he would pull on the blanket to take it form her if she let him, leaving her bared flesh chilled in the air of the cool little house. “Your body shall be mended, your scars shall some day fade. But what your master wants shall always rest with you. He just has not admitted it yet. Caught in some fools errand, chasing a dream of power because its what he thought he wanted.”

The villain smiled and stroked her cheek “Dear girl, I want you to look long and hard into your mind, and into your heart.... What is it your master wants more than anything else? Even more than he wants your wings?”
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PostSubject: Re: Dawn's Fair Light   Tue Aug 06, 2013 8:45 pm

She stared at him, dumbstruck with hopefulness at his words. Jamus might...want her? Still find joy in her? Still...After all that had happened? That would be a gift beyond blessings. Richters chuckle wasn't as clear as her hope, but when his smiling eyes turned to her he would see that she was lit up with the hope he was giving her - the gift he was giving was priceless.

She let him touch her, looking into his eyes as he continued. Wise? He thought she knew anything of wisdom...not her. That was the world Jamus lived in, the one she couldn't follow. As he sat she hoped he was right though...in a way that left her burning to know.

His deep look wasn't possessive, wasn't the trouble she knew and would have prevented so she let him take the blanket without any struggle. Following his eyes across the body now shown she could see that many of the scars would indeed fade away, there were only a few that would linger...and they might not be so bad...Could this man be right?

She stared into his eyes as he stroked her cheek - meeting his eyes fearlessly as no one who knew him could do. Was he right? Could Jamus want...her? Love? She internally shook her head and her eyes showed the sorrow she felt that she could not believe in the idea of her Jamus loving ... her. Especially not more than magic.

She stood silently and sadly took back the blanket from him and wrapped back up in it slowly as if her wounds were aching. The ache was in her heart more than the body, but still left her feeling crippled in a way the young avarial had never known. "Thank you for your kind words" She struggled to find the words to express the certainty that she was unworthy, unwanted, and cast aside as she had always been trained and told would happen if she failed to serve properly. Her lilting voice broke as she spoke again, showing the tears her face was not yet allowing "My Master is...was...a true magi. A seeker of knowledge and power. A broken tool is no use to one such as he."

Still standing before him she would bow her head, still somehow holding back the tears. It was a strength not many had, the strength to hold back sorrow and pain until it could be safely given rein. The warrior in front of her might not see that strength, might not see what it took, but he might have known heartbreak once. Maybe.
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PostSubject: Re: Dawn's Fair Light   Mon Nov 04, 2013 5:03 pm

"Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind” He smiled at her softly and then stood once more “Come child, stand and disrobe, you can trust me” He worked to slip the glove off his left hand and then waited before her. “There is much this land needs before your master comes to his wit, and much you need to see to under stand, let us start off with a task I think that will play closer to your heart than mine and from there we shall see where this course lays.”

He smirked and if she dropped the blankets as asked he would reach out softly with his right hand and place it gently between her breasts. “this might sting,” With a smile in his eyes before he closed them he'd do as instructed by his master as she had slept. Richter however for once enjoyed part of what it was that he did.

With  his eyes closing in a prolonged blink they turned from red to black. But not just his pupils changed, the whites as well. As soon as his eyes opened they fixated on to hers and she would feel a strong grip over her entire body that would lock her in place as he used powers. The grip was so strong she would even not be able to breath for three seconds before the power was dropped.

But during those few paltry, measly seconds hours of pain and agony would burn through her flesh in black and purple flames. She would be truly and fully healed. Ever single wrong and pain would be removed her wings fixed, her wounds healed even her scars gone.... All but one on her back where the knife had touched her form her masters cut. But this was not a holy healing, this was not a divine power. It was infernal. It burned like being dropped in fire, it hurt like being cracked and broken over a rack, it coursed more agony through her veins and body then any one could possibly ever imagine or describe.

This healing was not pleasant like a rebirth, it was traumatic as death it self. “Do you still draw breathe young one?” he would ask after the screaming stopped and the smell of sulpher and smoke left the room. Lyra would be left charged at all her edges, wing tips, hair tips,  finger nails and even lips all blackened by this power. But she'd be alive and completely unwounded. “As much as it pains me to say we have lives to … Save”
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PostSubject: Re: Dawn's Fair Light   Sat Dec 28, 2013 4:32 pm

She met his soft smile and obeyed the command in his words, allowing the blanket to fall at her feet. His words had no meaning to her so she simply stood passively in the room before him. When he reached out with the bare hand and placed it above her heart she watched his face intently, seeing the transition in his eyes before the pain struck.

A lifetime of burning agony filed her, shattered her, rebuilt her into the same shape, reforged her with the pain in a way. Dancing around the black sensation was a dancing rainbow mote that flickered and shifted pain and transformed...he might feel the way it shifted around his magic without interfering.

As she realized she was screaming she stopped herself - heaving breaths as if having flown for days, yet the pain was...gone! She didn't register the smell or the smoke as she stretched wide her wings and felt the flawless motion and was overjoyed. She would not be flightless! She shook like a wild animal for a moment, and the charred edges would fall as she looked into his eyes - meeting them without hesitation as so few others could do.

"What do you need?"
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PostSubject: Re: Dawn's Fair Light   Tue Jan 07, 2014 1:24 pm

As the smell of burnt feathers and sulfur left the small cabin Richter smirked under his mask and fetched a small outfit for the naked averial before him that was now healed, but exposed as she shook with joy and stretched her wings he watched, but did not look over her curves for anything other than signs of weakness. Her pale youthful exposed flesh was a tool in his eyes still and he needed it flawless. Her female body was not intriguing to him for more than the use it would have on a battle field. Bedding the lady was forbidden. And even if it wasn’t he was not of that mood anyways.

With an over exaggerated wave of his hand a suit of heavy looking but finally crafted armor appeared on its stand that he casually set down near her. “Tis elven Mythril. Harder than dragon scale, lighter than leather. It should fit you perfectly.”He spoke as he looked her up and down one more time then looked to the armor. “I need you to fight beside and above me. Undead blights this land and will if left unchecked  destroy everything including your master. After we handle that we shall see just how swiftly we can find your master again and you shall see that I am right and that  he still desires you”

But before that end of our company I need you to cut” A pair of fine daggers appeared in their sheathes in his left hand, and a Long battle sword made of solid crystal appeared in his right. “Cleave” he set them all down on the table near him ans he continued. “And rend our enemies as if they have personally wronged your master deeply” he smiled under his scarf. “I need you to fight harder, and more passionately than you ever have.

“If we fail in this pursuit you shall be consumed this Kingdom shall be destroyed, and your Master's light shall be snuffed out like a candle in a hurricane.” Richter stepped aside for her to inspect what he laid out for her. “And we need to leave post haste if we are to be on time for our first rescue.” He cocked his head aside and looked at her through cold eyes. “That is, if you think the prize is worthy?”



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PostSubject: Re: Dawn's Fair Light   Sat May 10, 2014 9:30 pm

Her joy in her healed flesh shone from her face as he looked her over - her smile that of one reprieved from a terrible task. She watched his hand and startled as the armor appeared. Mythril? For her? She almost shook her head until he spoke of the undead. A fierce light shone in her eyes, one that suited a warrior much more than a slave. She would fight for her Jamus, her Master and win his safety before begging his forgiveness and hopeful place back in his service. She watched the blades appear, and inspected each piece of weaponry with the unforgiving eye of a well trained servant. She could fight with these, they were light enough for her, and yet strong.

She took in his words and they poured through her until they pooled in the iron of her soul, strengthening her to where many would not recognize her. She looked at his cold eyes and tilted her head, her violet eyes seeing worlds in his stare that would cower another...meeting his without hesitation she would smile a fiercly protective smile as she reached for the armor and pulled on the shift to begin preparing.

Without hesitation she would don each piece, looking it over carefully before adjusting it to herself. Cuirass, Pauldrons, Coif, War Skirt, Greaves and Bracers. Once carefully dressed she would pull on the sheath for each weapon, settling them against her with solid assurance. She had indeed been trained for battle as well as personal servce, and this was the time for it.

To save Jamus, to serve him truly with all she could be, was her truest wish come true. As she stood fully dressed she would whisper in her heart the spells he had begun to teach her, feeling a shiver as a rainbow sensation thrilled inside her. She met Richters eyes again, her loyalty clearly shining in her eyes and her soft voice firm. "Where do we begin?"
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PostSubject: Re: Dawn's Fair Light   Fri Jul 18, 2014 3:17 pm


Richter sized up the nymphly elf before him as she dressed for war and he waited silently. His eyes fluttered once, and then twice out of focus as he watched events going on in other places, in other times. Combat spilled into the streets everywhere, human and elves fell back behind walls and shields as the undead horde took the city and out laying regions slowly. The battle was  of attrition, every solider that fell would rise again on the enemies side eventually. The region was being over run by dark magics and evil wizards. Richter knew the score better than anyone how many would live or die, who would prove their mettle against the enemies and who would break like ill-tempered swords.

But the greater fight would eventually be won, the cost high, but  the living would stem this tide and break the horde like water on rocks once it found those controlling the lashes and leashes. Lyra would aid him in his cause even as he aided her in her own. But as the Female buckled her last belt the villainous Richter refocused. “We begin as all beginnings do, at another stories end” He answered quizzically. “And as prophesy’s are told we shall appear when all hope was lost and we shall turn this tide if even in the telling of one important life to go forward.” Richter Smiled under his mask and moved forward to wrap an arm around the lithe waist of the girl.

“The moment the sickness leaves you, the very second you feel me release you. Fly child of the wind. We fight a battle that I have not seen the outcome of, but every vision I have seen after this related only to our victory. If we fail here we fail in all other visions. “Yet I offer you this wisdom, We must be as cold as the steel of the anvil before its master lays the heated iron on us.” Richter gripped her tightly to him as he readied the pull of his powers. “Save all you like, Rescue any you can if you desire....... But above all else the child with the green hair. The half elf boy in the brown cloak must survive. With his death comes the death of your master and this land.”

Richter looked down to the girl to make sure she understood him. “This child shall play a role in the fights ahead and with his disappearance my visions turn dark and cruel. We shall never see him again, but if he falls in this siege then all else is lost. Do you under stand me Lyra of the sky people?”


Once her resolve was as powerful and tempered as the armor she wore Richter tightened his grip still and the sickness would begin. The gut wrenching sensations washing form one to another as he teleported them once, twice three times... ten times..... Twenty. The world flashed by in disgusting smells, burnt scenes and charred wasted forests. Gravity came and went, came and went. They traveled over a dozen miles in little jumps s they crossed the city and heart of the empire, skimmed the forests and came to a new scene.




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