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    The Balance Upset

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    A Silence melted into the land has been enjoyed for many many years as the Wheel weavings as it will to maintain a delicate balance. Wars passed long ago giving peace a chance to flourish and rein the Nobleman into comfortable state of mind. Unit a shift within the Wheel causes its web of threads slowly turning the lives and events, playing then out in a different direction, something has started. The darkness has tainted the Wheel with its inky grip shattering the grip on the peacefulness of the silence.


    But even as the balance is altered the light has made its move, by the sending of the future a warning of what is to come. A chance to survive.


    The darkness’s first strike has been shown to the light’s most devout follower, and the steps necessary to restore balance laid out in detail. But the darkness has no desire to be disturbed from it course and has covered the lights steps in darkness and danger, but the wheel still turns, and the balance is still held… for now.



    The air was chilly as the powerful wind ripped at the cloaks of the travelers as they looked from horseback onto the massive sprawl that was the thriving city of Frescothine, and after a moment of silence, the second, and smallest of the trio pulled the her cloak tighter against her shoulders. The largest of the three looked back through vibrant Golden eyes at the line of wagons behind the trio, their caravan.


    Frescothine was a merchants wet dream, filled with all sorts of wealthy patrons looking for things to spend coin on, furs of exotic animals, carvings from Denecian artist's, rare perfumes made from even rarer plants and much more. Not to mention the things that could only be found from the Ogier mason's, extremely sturdy wood work that looked as if it had grown in the shape of a chair, or the bed post and was sure to last as long as its maker.



    Even more so is the beautiful architecture that literately covered the ground, the Ogier stone masons and metal workers made the most beautifully crafted pillars, building, and all sorts of metal concoctions, blades, storm pipes, and other works of craftsmanship.


    But staring at the city wasn’t going to get the coins thy needed to move on so the trio of merchants pushed their horses into a trot towards the city.



    On the other end of the City another caravan was arriving, though smaller and much more different from the other, a small force of possibly thirty soldier’s, each outfitted in heavy steel plates, a less armored soldier holding a standard of red base with a golden crane flying the winged Lion of Gasconthia. The token force was lead by another, far shinier armored knight, his steel plates adorned with designs of gold lapelled leaves hanging from silver embellished stems and his head revealed for there was no helm for this set of armor.



    The knight was heading towards his destination, the Grand cathedral of light, a massive fortress like construction that resided inside the walls of the city and was home to the Keeper of the light, the one who with the creator in his dreams spoke his words. He was answering the call to the Cathedral, a private messenger sent bearing the seal of the Keeper, and the knight had no choice but to answer, for no one told the man closest to the Maker no and expect no consequence.


    ---------- Post added at 07:59 PM ---------- Previous post was at 07:27 PM ----------


    ((okay, before I get started let’s get one thing straight, This world is the same as Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time, same rules apply, if you get knifed, dead. You get clobbered over the head, knocked out. You get light on fire, you become toast. You get cornered by a Denecian woman, well you get the point. So no super humans, no getting a sword to the heart or spine and walking away, and everyone get’s injured in a fight.))


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    It was a beautiful and cool day, though not cool enough to make one notice it and perfect for the old bones the man was in possession of. He was still quite young compared to some of his closer friends, registering in at nearly fifty, and still able to stand up straight and had a powerful regal bearing about him.


    Silver haired and with a piercing brown gaze the old man stared out the massive window that adorned his marvelous room, worked from the finest marble and with mural’s on the wall, images of angels, and the Creator and his holy hounds hunting the shadows away from his paradise. He wore pure white robes that were adorned with gold lining and the Sign of the Cathedral of Light on the back, a Golden sun surrounded by Falling silver leaves.

    It was a beautiful image that the Ogier mason’s had made and every day that he awoke to the images was a good day to the Old Man, but today he wore no smile, just a hard-set grimace. His dreams of late had troubled him, the Creator had shown him things for the past month that he wished to never see, but as Keeper of the Light he had to, no he Must.

    The Keeper noticed the slight creek of the massive double doors that kept visitor’s out and noted the padding of soft feet and spoke without turning. “Mikel, what news do you bring me this glorious morning.” Mikel, the young servant started but quickly regained his demeanor and spoke with a melodious voice unfitting for his large stature. Mikel was of dark skin and was highly religious, believing that only a select few, those who had earned the right should be allowed to walk the hallow hall’s of the inner Cathedral, of course he believed he was one of the few.

    “Mi’Lord Keeper, the Ser Knight has arrived, and awaits for you in the Hall of Mass Worship to speak with him at your leisure, and the Lady Akasuna is waiting in the Chamber of Angels for you as well.” The Chamber of Angels was a most holy chamber and named very truly as it was the very room where the true Angels would come and show themselves in a physical form, but they hadn’t shown themselves for nearly three hundred years. Mikel’s voice nearly went to a hiss as he said the Ladies name.

    The Keeper nodded as he turned with a smile. “Bring the Ser Knight to the Chamber of Angels, and pray tell, what of my Sister and her charge?”

    Mikel bowed as he spoke, but his voice was tight. “As Mi’lord wishes and The Lady Fersonthe shall arrive within the hour with her charge, with your Leave Mi’Lord?”

    The Keeper nodded slowly and Mikel spun quickly around and walked out at a haughty pace, The Man was certain that the Knight would have to find his way to the Chamber of Angels by himself as Mikel was spiteful to those he believed unworthy, but that would be lost as he served time in the Cathedral and lose his young-bred stubborn streak.

    The man gathered his robes around him and set a brisk walk towards the Chamber himself, his steps sounding through out the massive marble walls of the Cathedral, and after what seemed like a hour, he came into the Chamber, his robes being slightly moved by an invisible wind that seemed to flow from the windowless chamber, and he sighed deeply at the earthy scent that came with the wind. The room was circular and with a domed top that was adorned with a beautiful mural of angels and beautiful women laughing painted on the ceiling, the pure white marble walls unblemished with windows and doors except for the singular pair of double doors that lead out, and when closed seemed a part of the wall from inside the Chamber.

    “Good evening Lady Akasuna, I hope Your accommodations were to your liking.” the keeper spoke as he walked towards the only other free chair that rested next to the table.

    The woman was sitting in the other stout, white, wooded char that seemed to be part of the Marble it rested on, it’s counter part chair and table the same. Ogier woodcraft was truly the best, and she was sipping on a frosted glass cup filled with tea.
    “Yes, they were fine.”

    She could be considered beautiful but truly the Keeper was attracted to women with a larger bosom, but those days were in his past, and truly he might have a stroke if he tried to be like he was in his younger days.

    “That is good to hear, now our other guess should be arriving in a bit.” And as if speaking of him was a summoning the Ser knight strode in just as the Keeper was settled. He was sight altogether in shi polished silver armor, the gold leaves and silver stems that popped out from the breastplate was without doubt Ogier craftsmanship, and a blue velvet cape flowing behind him giving glimpses of the golden crane, from that same invisible wind that came from the windowless room, but oddly enough at his side he wore a simple looking sword, yet seemed to go perfectly with the beautiful armor. The Ser Knight wore no Helm and stood towering over the two sitting in the chairs, his deep blue eyes hardened from battles and long nights of worrying set into a face of stone, his long hair and bangs pulled back into a tight ponytail revealing a tiny scar towards the top right of his forehead.

    For a second the Keeper felt a twinge of pity, for he could already see that the knight before him would not live a peaceful life, and that his blood would be spilt because of another’s cause, so much blood, but he quickly shook it off as the Knight placed his right armored hand, curled into a fist, side facing out over his heart and fell to his left knee, his body hunched over and his left fist planted into the marble, his head slightly turned up so he could watch their feet for motion, his deep voice reverberating in the Round Chamber.

    “Lord Keeper, Mi’Queen Gasconthia, you honor me with your presence. What can this humble servant of the Light provide to you.”

    It wasn’t a question, and the bow was of equal respect to both he and the Lady, but he knew if the woman said the word that the man would have his sword drawn and through his chest in a moment’s notice.

    The Keeper smiled, but it did not reach his eyes, he wished that he had never been blessed, for their was much death down this path he was about to give to this man, but not as much as the others and those were not, he repeated in hsi mind, not an option, he had to do this; he had to sacrifice millions to save the billions that would fall if he didn’t.

    “My child… rise for it would be dishonorable to ask a boon of you without treating you as a equal.”

    They have said the first step of a journey of a thousand miles is the hardest, but for this trip each step would be bound in blood and bodies, but it must be walked. This had to be the begining to save what little could be, Oh, the light help them all.
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    (I see, taking control again, are we?)

    Aruna Akasuna did her best to sit properly in the chair and sip at her tea. She hated the outwardly appearance that she had to hold, especially in front of the Keeper. If it wasn't such an important subject, she would refuse to wear the dress she was cursed with, but she was a queen. She had to look, sound, and play the part, despite her wishes.
    Glancing up at the man, she fought a scowl. She hated feeling so short as he towered over her. "Sit." She told him, taking another sip from her tea.
    Now if I am to survive
    The infection must die
    Murder the beast that's been eating me alive
    The infection must die

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    The Helmless Knight and his group of Thirty soldier’s had just entered the City and was leaving their horses in the hands of the stable men at the Tavern they had chosen to stay in, the Helmless Knight already dismounting.

    “Ser Lynce, what do you want of us?”

    Lynce BisQual, the Helmless knight had just touched the floor when the soldier on horseback had asked the question, and the tall man met his eyes from where he stood.
    His voice was deep and almost melodious, like a deep drum, similar to an Ogier’s but not quite as deep.

    “Go to a Tavern, get drunk and if a woman says no, that is the end of it. I hear otherwise and all of you are being stripped of rank and becoming novice’s again. Except the one who treated the woman roughly, they loose both hands.”
    The thirty men on horseback nodded in acceptance. It was the usual punishment for any man in the Malkier knights who roughed a woman, or killed a man without being provoked.

    The Knight stepped quickly with long strides, his silver armor heavy and barely making a noise with each step, the flowing cape being stirred by the wind as he looked at the hawkers trying to sell their wares, the cold pendant against his skin sending a warm feeling into his mind, though it didn’t show on his face, that was set in stone.

    He could see the Cathedral in the distance, and felt the stares he received as he walked, his left hand planted on his sword hilt as massive Ogier, and human’s of all ethnicities stopped to stir at his magnificent armor, Light he hated this armor. His steel plates were far more comfortable then this beaten silver set, though the Craftsmanship was beautiful and made for quite an impressive set, and the fact that each piece was perfectly measured made the usual metal clanking disappear, and the armor seemed to grow with him, though he knew that was only because they had a troop of Ogier metal workers with the Malkier knights always repairing armor and making new sets, though one making a weapon was far rarer.

    He slowed slightly as a trio of people stepped out from a store, seemingly discussing what next years trade forecast was, though the obvious leader of the Troup stopped talking and met Lynce’s gaze as he passed, and Lynce blinked as he met the golden gaze.

    He didn’t slow though, he had heard rumors of these…golden eyes people from the south, great trader’s and even better warriors.

    But not the reason he was here, and so he stepped on, the Cathedral moving closer with each step.

    ~~

    It took him perhaps twenty minutes to walk the length between the walls and the Cathedral, Ogier cities were as vast as forests and as sturdy as a mountain, if you could, avoid laying siege to a construct made by the Ogier and never battle the Ogier; too many people would rally to protect them.

    As he stepped into the Mass Hall of Worship Lynce blinked as a feeling of peace engulfed him, he was not a religious man; he knew the light protected them from chaos, but he had seen enough battlefields and enough death to know that religion had nothing to do with winning a battle, Morale and the right strategy did. But he felt it, the calm, the empty hole being filled, the warmth in the back of his mind embracing him.

    The Hall was long and had massive marble pillar’s lining up and down the side’s of the risen walkway that was at least fifty spans across, enough to hold five wagons side by side and still leave room for one to walk next to them with elbow room. A stream of crystal clear water running through ruts on both sides of the Path, down on and up the other in a long and strange oval, supposed to represent the Wheel flowing ever vigilant in its course no doubt.

    He quickly noticed the dark-skinned man that stood watching him from the massive main alter at the back of the hall and when their eyes met he went scurrying off, probably top inform the Keeper that he had arrived. He his a smile behind a mask of pure calm as he walked up to Main alter, a marvelous construct of Marble and silver ornamentation, a pretty maid walking by with a tray of fresh pastries, and Lynce spoke up as she passed.

    “Pastries? I though the Devoted couldn’t indulge in earthly pleasures?”

    The maid was pretty and well set with good features and wore a simple white robe that showed enough cleavage to make an old man have a heart attack, the tanned skin told him she was Denecian. She flashed him a smile that had surely made many men swoon as she stopped walking.

    “That would be if I do be bringing these to the Devoted, which I am not. These are for the children that we do be teaching the ways of light.”

    Lynce nodded as he looked at the fresh baked cookies that we’re still radiating heat.

    “Would you be liking one, Mi’lord?” The maid asked as she shifted towards him and Lynce blinked as he thought.

    “What would I have to do to get one, if you do be willing to part with one at all?”

    The woman smiled and Lynce knew he had messed up as the look in her eyes already told him the price he would pay later, but he accepted the cookie and told the maid he would be staying in a Tavern called the Spoiled Princess. Light burn his big mouth, he had enough problems with the Denecian’s fairer sex then being trapped by a maid. Though he could do worse, and they rarely chose to stay with foreigners at least.
    Time passed as the cookie settled in his stomach as he waited and after what seemed an hour the dark skinned man strode in with a sour look on his face and already Lynce knew the man didn’t like him.

    “You are wanted in the Chamber of Angel’s Ser Lynce BisQual.” The way the man had said Ser was so heavily ladled with sarcasm and venom Lynce felt his jaw tightening, but he quickly forced the anger under the veil of ice he held in his mind.

    “Very well, lead on.” Lynce shifted his weight to his back leg as the servant sneered at him, which quickly turned into a sickly sweet smile as he spoke.

    “I am unable to direct you at this time, but if you follow that passage and take a rig-”

    “Liar.”

    The servant was stunned at being cut of by Lynce that he simply blinked.

    “What do you mean?”

    “You’re giving me the wrong directions.”

    The dark skinned man flushed as he denied it and in a flash Lynce was face to face with the man, though he had to bend his neck down to met the Servants, shi eyes growing colder.

    “Deny or don’t but the next time you try to give me the wrong directions, I’ll turn you into a Devoted, permanently.”

    A part of being a Devoted usually included them taking a herbal concoction that lessened the lustful desires they were possessed of, meaning they took medicine that made them unable to consummate with the opposite sex, though if they wished for children they could stop taking the concoction and leave the Devoted, though they could never return. Lynce had just offered the Servant a castration for free, and with his sword.

    A moment passed before the Servant started sputtering out directions with a new fear of the light inside his heart.

    “Thank you good man, now return to your duties.”

    Lynce left the man shaking in his robes, and Lynce felt like smiling, he didn't.

    It took him a long while to reach the Chamber of Angels and as he stepped through the doors he felt an unnatural wind sweep his cloak back, and something seemed to tug at his armor, and sword but he ignored it, reminding himself to think about it later, for he was in the presence of not only the Keeper of the Light, but the High Queen Akasuna of Gasconthia, ruler of the Plains, commander of the Malkier and Lady of the Winged Lion.
    His left fist it the ground as he held his right over his heart and kneeled on his left, his head slightly tilted up so he could keep their feet in sight.

    “Lord Keeper, Mi’Queen Gasconthia, you honor me with your presence. What can this humble servant of the Light provide to you.”

    Lynce looked up completely as the Keeper spoke, telling him to rise, and that he even had a boon to ask of him.

    “Thank you Lord Keeper, Queen Gasconthia.”

    Lynce rose up and swept his cloak behind him as he stepped up to one of the chairs that sat a short distance away from the table and two of the most powerful people in the Land of Plains.

    “May I inquire as to why I am present?”

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    “Well my child, before we can get started, another guest must arrive, but we have some time before that, so let us commence with the small talk.”

    The older Man sat back in the chair with a sigh of comfort, his eyes half closed.

    “So, please Mi’Lady Akasuna , hw has your stay at the Cathedral been, for that matter how is being a queen working out for you, not serious troubles correct? Besides the usual smaller kingdoms making grabs for land and such.”

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    ~Oh, the stay has been fine. I've been surrounded with snotty little brats that think I shouldn't be allowed in here and have not been alliud to leave. Just a grand time for me.~
    She wanted to say that, but she knew better.
    "The stay has been marvelous," Aruna replied aloud, taking another sip of her tea. The halls are glorious and the gardens are beautiful. Be careful or I might just decide to stay here," She lied as she set her glass on the table at her side. "Of course the smaller kingdoms have wanted land, but you know the results of that already."
    With a straight face she gazed off for a moment, thinking about who they were waiting on. Some other soldier, perhaps? The name given had escaped her and so she didn't know if it was a man or woman. Not that it really mattered. Or did it?
    Now if I am to survive
    The infection must die
    Murder the beast that's been eating me alive
    The infection must die

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    The Keeper raised an eyebrow as he gave the woman a knowing look, his mouth quirked in a smile.


    “Hmmm, yes I can understand your predicament, the servants these days are not like they used to be, so full of arrogance because they believe they are privileged, they will lose that enthusiasm in time.”


    The Older man let out a laugh that sounded more like a wheeze, as he let his head rest back.


    “You know, this reminds me of a time when I was younger. I had just become a devoted and I met this beautiful Denecian woman, ah that was a good time,”


    ~Outside the City~


    “Oh, my aching back.”
    The voice belonged to an older woman, her long gray hair tied up in a bun on top of her head, and with deep brown eyes that still held a fire of youth.
    She wore nothing but a simple white robe that revealed her tanned arms as she sat on a powerful grey dun, Or more widely called a massive War Horse.
    This was The Lady Fersonthe, and she had just arrived in the City of Fresconthia with her charge

    “Well, here we are, ya speechless with admiration, huh?”
    She said to her companion.


    ~The Chamber of Angels~


    “…And then she said that, ‘I can’t believe you don’t use knives!’ HaaaaHehe.”

    The Older man slapped his knee as he laughed his ass off, the story was beyond inappropriate and was not something you would expect from a man of Religious position.
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    Lynce slowly shook his head as the Old man told his story, and a small smile slipped from shi control, he was no stranger with the strange ways of the Denecian women, and knew very well that the story was true.

    “There is a Lady Present, Mi’Lord, is this truly an appropriate story?”

    Lynce couldn’t swipe the smile from his face as he spoke, and he sat back in his chair with his eyes closed and with his fingers pressed against each other with his elbows propped on the armrests.

    Lynce wasn’t completely sure, and knew better then to judge by stereo types, but surely a highly decorated religious figure must have more…tact, was the word? This was certainly not what he had expected from the Keeper of the Light, he felt like he could grow to like this Old man.

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    “It is a wonderful sight is it not?” Sabine’s voice was almost gleeful with some regret. “I told you to ride in the wagon Mistress Fersonthe, not everyone can tolerate to ride like a Domier, I am impressed that you have been able to keep up with me.” The last was said with a smile, the two have grown fairly close over the past few months. Sabine is grateful that the older woman had not asked her to open the dream world to travel through else she would have missed so much.

    Watching the city rise up to meet them Sabine was disappointed that her journey was now over, this is the most excitement she has had since being a child in her father’s house. At times she feels being a Loki is a curse rather than a blessing like the others keep telling her it is.

    This day was not one of those days. Excitement filled her and she tried very hard not to show it. One of the first teaching of the Loki, show no emotion, it makes you unreadable. But Sabine could not keep the smile from her face as they passed merchants, peddlers and Tinkers with their music and dancing, carts full of bright colors in fabrics and pretty trinkets of accents. There were several things that caught her eye but she knew better to ask to stop, the need to hurry has been a main topic for them. Still she was enjoying the sights and seeing them through the wide eyes of a child.

    Turning in her seat she glanced back at the wagon that followed them, it was filled with plenty of new items from the journey here so there was no reason to complain. Besides being this close to finding out why she was summons, the reason was never explained to her.

    That thought settled deeper and Sabine clicked for Krom her mount to pick up speed heading for the Mass Hall of Worship.
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    “I’m not that old yet, young’n”
    The old woman said as she stretched her back, with a series of resounding cracks sounding and with a sigh from her.

    “Much Better, well come along we must not be late, time for shopping later, although…”
    She Looked over her shoulder at the wagon they were bringing.

    “I think you have already spent a kings’ fortune on that.”

    ~The Chamber of Angels~

    “Oh you are quite right boy, Sometimes My mind just wanders, Old age I suppose, do forgive me Lady Gasconthia.”

    The Keeper smiled to himself as he got settled, and after a moment he closed his eyes.
    ‘….By the Light hurry up, Sister.’

    “Lord Keeper.”

    The old man opened his eyes to see Mikel standing halfway into the room, his dark eyes shifting between Him and… The Knight… now that he thought about the Knight had never given his name, funny.

    “Yes, Mikel?”

    “Your Sister has arrived, and her guest is with her.”
    The Keeper sat forward with a curt smile.

    “Good, send them here right away!”

    “ She sent me ahead to give warning and is already-”

    “Get out of the Way, ya Whipper-Snapper!”

    Mikel let out a squeak as he was booted through the doorway, ending with him sprawled on the floor, and an older woman walked through with her head held high, a good Five, Six.

    She had her Sterling Grey hair tied up in a bun, and a powerful air of command and was by definition the sight of royalty. Her Dark Brown eyes regarding everyone in the room with caution, Including himself , and she wore a set of white robes similar to his own, except they revealed less skin.

    “Sister, Welcome back, I hope your journey was comfortable?”

    “Yes, Yes It was fine, come Girl present yourself, no time like the present.”
    The Woman stood to the Side to allow her companion through the door way.

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    Sabine moved far into the room, she wore a long flowing gown the color of soft sea green, the neck line just on the border of inappropriate for a single Domair woman, the skirt swirled around her revealing the barest peeks of her long legs with each step. Her arms were bare except for bracelets that wrapped around the upper part of her left arm and the many thin ones that adorned her right wrist. Her honey blond hair was still pulled back into a loose braid entwined with thin ribbons in the same shade of green as her gown accompanied with tiny clips the shape of butterflies. They could only been seen if one knew to look for them. All in all she appeared very much the Domair that she is and the two guests would recognize her just as she did them.

    Sabine reached out and grabbed the One Power, she made a weave of air and fire holding up a shield so to speak. If either of the Gasconthains moved to attack, she would be ready. The hatred between the two countries is legendary.

    Why would she be summoned to a meeting between one of the strongest Loki on the Council, the Wiseman and her people’s sworn enemy? Surly this was not a trap to assassinate her that would be the stupidest thing to try considering who her father was. No, the Council would not allow such a thing but why then?

    The answer came slowly as she stopped just shy of the Malkier Knight. Without taking her eyes from the armed man Sabine addressed Mistress Fersonthe, her voice thick with the Domair accent, “I would hope you are smart enough not to have brought me all this way to try and make a Malkier Knight my Guardian. That shall never happen.”
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    "Please Lynce," Aruna lifted her glass again as she chuckled at the story herself. "I have heard worse than that, or have you forgotten who it was that told them to me," She gave him a glance. "There is nothing to forgive," She told the elder man as the doors opened.
    Watching the events after that made her blood boil. She didn't like the attitude from the woman in green, but hse had to bite her tongue. she was Queen after all. She had to be dignified. She couldn't come out as a smart-alec infront of her long time Enemies. Giving the woman barely even a glance she set her glass back down and slightly folded her hands in her lap.
    ~Please, don't think I would waste my time and men in trying to control some beast like you.~ She thought to herself before sighing. ~None of you people are worth it.~
    Keeping her mouth closed she turned to the man at her side, awaiting his response to the woman's remark.
    Now if I am to survive
    The infection must die
    Murder the beast that's been eating me alive
    The infection must die

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    Lynce coughed into his hand to hid the flush of color to his face at his queen‘s comment, he had, had a weak stomach when he was younger and she never let him forget.

    “Anyways wh-” Lynce had been interrupted when the Servant who he had given the fear of the light poked his head in, and blinked as the Servant gave him a fearful look.

    ‘I wasn’t that harsh was I?’

    And the next second the Servant, who was Mikel as he heard from the Keeper, was booted through the door, which made Lynce grip his sword and go to stand up until he saw it was an older woman who with surprising lithe walked in afterwards, telling her companion to hurry up as well, and that made him stand up all the way with his sword
    already half drawn before he got control of himself.

    “Domier…”

    Lynce Slammed the sword back in his sheath, and moved away from the chair, though the wall was too far away to be considered part of the conversation, so he stood with his back facing the far end of the wall and his front the rest of the group, his Hard eyes boring a hole through the Dormier Woman. He felt an irritable itch in his skin that hadn’t been there before the Domier woman had came. He chalked it up to the idea that he would be made the Guardi- She was a Loki? The woman had practically announced it, and the fact she wasn’t already bound to a Guardian sent a shiver down his spine, she was far more then dangerous.

    “This…Woman is your ‘Guest’?”

    He tried his best to keep the venom from his voice. It didn’t work to well.

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    “Yes My Child, she is my guest and your soon to be companion. Ah!”

    The Old man raised a finger to silence the three enemies as he continued.

    “You will understand why I say such in a moment. Sister?”

    The Keeper motioned to the Older woman ho let out a loud. “Harrumph!” Before she touched the One Power, weaving flows of Air and Spirit to seal out prying ears and then another weave of Air and Earth in a strange weave for some reason.

    “Shall I include myself?”

    She asked and her Brother responded.

    “I know you sister I know you shall even though I would prefer you not too.”

    “Of course I would, I must understand what was so important to endanger our greatest asset with such… Stupid company.”

    The Older man chuckled as his sister wove a web of weaves, of all the five points of Air, Fire, Earth, Spirit, and Water in a spider like formation that engulfed them all; except Mikel who was still watching Lynce with fear, and seemed to originate from the Older man, to those who could see the weaves of course.

    “Please, try to remain seated to the best you can, and this will hurt.” The Older man said with a powerful sigh, and closed his eyes; a chant forming as he crossed his fingers into a X formation.

    At first nothing changed, but the more attentive noticed the sudden quiet, eerie like a grave. Then a small odor, one that only a soldier who had fought in a war knew, the Smell of a just finished battle, a smell of death, blood and sweat, forming a sickly sweet and suffocating odor, then in a blink of an eye the floor was made of earth, splattered with blood and dismembered limbs, and bodies, some still wriggling in pain and others Deathly still were sprawled around and two opposing forces were still facing each other, The smaller one of dulled steel armor, the other of Armored plates made of pure darkness and dark, evil faces that streamed flames out from their eyes and a twisted mouth that let out a low, terrifying moan that rose with innumerable numbers into a ear drumming buzz, like thousands of bee’s all whizzing around.

    Lynce:
    The Malkier knight was standing, bloodied and Beaten in front of the smaller force, his steel plates dented and pierced, his left arm hanging limp at his side, his shield long forgotten on the massive battles that had wearied his forces down the past few days. His sword stuck in the ground before him and helm laying on the ground. His hair was matted down with sweat, and his remaining eye was watching the opposing force with intent.

    Sabine:
    The air was still as the woman sat in the courtyard before the structure that was to be the Symbol of the Newly constructed Tar Valon, her smile wide as the sun shone brightly through the air, but the sun began to darken, as did her smile, until the sky turned red and then screams rung through with clear reasons. People were dying. And through the under growth came a massive creature, s creature that resembled a man, but its black cloak was untouched by the wind and the pale face, like a slugs, had no eyes and smiled with evil intent as it walked towards her; The one Power to far away for her to reach.

    Aruna:
    Aruna was standing in her room, looking out the Window onto her Kingdom, it was perfect, her armies strong and their loyalty a force of its own and the Crops had been good, no one was hungry and all were off the streets with homes. Gasconthia was a utopia to be envied and envied it was, even by the Ogier who came to study the way of Architecture that had been developed by Gasconthian loyal Masons. But as Aruna smiled, a Black leathered dressed man walked up to her side with a satisfied smile his face was blurred but burning eyes were present, and as he spoke flame licked out from his mouth like a furnace.

    “I will be Born from this Countries chaos.”

    the Man grabbed her shoulder as darkness began to creep out onto her shoulder, burning and as she tried to scream the darkness slipped down her throat, stiffening it and her life and blotting out the Light.

    Lynce:
    moments passed and the Buzzing moan grew louder as the dark plated army prepared for the Final charge, and slowly the Steel plated Soldiers began banging swords on shields, until they all took it up, all except for the Last of the BisQual who simply sighed as he gripped his sword once again. Silence took as the Dark Army charged, then the crashing of swords and shields overcame the silence, horrible scream’s over took from both sides, Lynce slashing, killing, screaming his war cry for all he was worth as he slayed monster after monster, until something else broke through, a pale skinned man wearing nothing but black leather, and as Lynce struck out his sword bounced off. The man grabbed his throat and hefted in him the air like a child as he smiled Cruelly, his voice cutting the air like a blade as flames singed Lynce‘s Face.

    “I will be Born in your blood.” and then his throat was crushed in a grip of Iron and Darkness Fell.

    Sabine:
    She lay on the broken, dusty earth, dying from the sword that had cut her an uncountable times after the creature had finished with his fun, her blood spilling out as her skin writhed in pain and flaming, icy spikes of hurt, but her eyes were plastered on the man in Black Leather who smiled at her, sitting in a throne made of the Flesh from her companions, her fellow Loki, and Stryder’s

    “I will be born from Your Suffering.” She smelled the Burn of flesh, her Flesh and then Darkness took her.

    Then as if by some divine will Light blasted out the Darkness and a sense of warmth fell upon them all, like their mothers Embrace, or a blanket and they felt that all would be well; but only if they were together, and upon this the Chamber of angels appeared back in it’s glory, and to those standing they hit the floor, well they would have if the Older woman had spun the weave that cushioned the fall, like landing on a mattress before settling them gently on the ground.

    “B-B-By….T-t-t Light-t-t.” The older woman sputtered out, eyes wide in fear as she held her arms as she shivered.

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    Sabine sat down at the table trying to comprehend the visions just played within her own mind. So vivid, so real and yet she knew it was not. 'Who was the man in black? Why did he seem .... familiar?'

    “Is this path one that can be can altered?” Sabine asked softly her eyes still unfocused but she did not release Saidir.

    Finally she turned her attention to the Wiseman. “It must be or else why would you bring us here.”
    Today Is Only Yesterdays Tomorrow.

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