Eades
05-19-07, 09:19 PM
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This thread will most likely have graphic images and suchlike. If you're offended by sex, violence and came here looking for flowers and puppies, you'll be horribly scarred and dissappointed. Continue reading at your own risk. Thank you.
Nindyn Vel'uss An'yui Erg'lesen had been growing in recent years. What had been three researchers was now seven. The numbers seemed small, far smaller than the armies that were readying for war across the continents, but somehow they were more sinister. Elai had been leading them since the creation, and with the seventh of them inducted, he knew they were ready. For years they had been sequestering their strength, stocking and storing and getting the spells crafted for this moment. This was only a sample, of course, but so important. Some of the younger of their number had begun to complain that there was nothing showing of all their hard work. When Valsharess had fallen, and war was coming, they began to wonder what good it was going to do when the cries of battle would do much the same job as these precious spells.
Now Elai stood before them, holding out his wrinkled hands. He was pleased to note that they didn't shake as they had the last time he'd brought them all together. In fact, all of his stance was belying something far stronger than he'd ever felt before. His spine, once bowed with age and the efforts of poring over tomes, now stood erect with no pain. He lifted his chin, his once deteriorating hearing catching the sound of his silver beard shifting. He took a deep breath, his thin, crooked nose twitching with the effort, and grinned. The Drow sorcerer's white teeth shone in his dark face, only his keen eyes darker than the inky skin. From within the cowl that only half hid his face, he spoke.
"Brothers! Today we shall see our hard work paid off! Today we shall be the ones to see the darkness that hides in the hearts of man!"
On cue, without any response to his speech, all seven bowed their hands, and focused. Under their feet, where no light could reach, sat a cell. There were some that said it was hewn by the same hand that had constructed the fearsome Terrenore prison, and some that said it was a cell of Terrenore, ripped by magic and placed within these Alerian mountains by an evil hand. It had only one point of light, a long, thin window that let in the light of the moon and stars upon the center of the room, leaving the edges in darkness. In that darkness, brittle and rusting shackles were chained to the walls. Within the shadows, the air began to shimmer with intent, power, and years worth of bottled sins.
xxx
Evangeline Daniels stood in Raiaera, looking in confusion at a sign posted on a tree. According to the notice before her, she was on the border of Raiaera and Alerar, two places she'd never heard before. Also according to the sign, it was extremely dangerous to continue. She peered beyond, into the darkened trees and snorted. It didn't look so terrible. She'd seen a small smidgeon of danger in Raiaera's Red Forest so far, and she'd come through it alive. Sure, beyond the border it seemed colder somehow, but how could a border change that much of a place?
As she stepped over it, she felt strange. Stopping, she sucked in a breath, holding her stomach. It almost felt as if a hook was tugging at her core. She looked again into the forest, and wondered if perhaps there was something more to the sign than she had first guessed. However, before she could step back into the sanctuary of Raiaeran soil, the tugging grew more insistent and she could feel herself sliding away. A light flashed before her, full of malice and a freezing wind. She thought, for a moment, she'd hit her head, and then, fear took over and everything went black.
When she awoke, she tried to stand. Metal so cold it seared lanced along her wrists, and she was horrified to find that she was lashed with the chains against a wall. She shivered, a stale breeze rustling her blonde locks as it wound it's way around the room. A sound startled her, and she squinted into the corners, sure she'd seen movement.
"Hello?" Eades called out, her voice wavering with fear and confusion. A low tone, chanting, seemed to come down from the ceiling, as if it were melting through the stone. She couldn't make out the Drow words, but suddenly, she felt as if the breeze was penetrating her chest through her clothes and skin. Something came in with the chill, something darker and alien to her. It knocked on the door to her heart, and little fool she was, she let it in. Again, Evangeline turned her head to the figure in the corner, and her gray eyes glowed in the moonlight. In them, the fires of hunger flared.
She called to the figure again, and slid her tongue lightly over her bottom lip.
This thread will most likely have graphic images and suchlike. If you're offended by sex, violence and came here looking for flowers and puppies, you'll be horribly scarred and dissappointed. Continue reading at your own risk. Thank you.
Nindyn Vel'uss An'yui Erg'lesen had been growing in recent years. What had been three researchers was now seven. The numbers seemed small, far smaller than the armies that were readying for war across the continents, but somehow they were more sinister. Elai had been leading them since the creation, and with the seventh of them inducted, he knew they were ready. For years they had been sequestering their strength, stocking and storing and getting the spells crafted for this moment. This was only a sample, of course, but so important. Some of the younger of their number had begun to complain that there was nothing showing of all their hard work. When Valsharess had fallen, and war was coming, they began to wonder what good it was going to do when the cries of battle would do much the same job as these precious spells.
Now Elai stood before them, holding out his wrinkled hands. He was pleased to note that they didn't shake as they had the last time he'd brought them all together. In fact, all of his stance was belying something far stronger than he'd ever felt before. His spine, once bowed with age and the efforts of poring over tomes, now stood erect with no pain. He lifted his chin, his once deteriorating hearing catching the sound of his silver beard shifting. He took a deep breath, his thin, crooked nose twitching with the effort, and grinned. The Drow sorcerer's white teeth shone in his dark face, only his keen eyes darker than the inky skin. From within the cowl that only half hid his face, he spoke.
"Brothers! Today we shall see our hard work paid off! Today we shall be the ones to see the darkness that hides in the hearts of man!"
On cue, without any response to his speech, all seven bowed their hands, and focused. Under their feet, where no light could reach, sat a cell. There were some that said it was hewn by the same hand that had constructed the fearsome Terrenore prison, and some that said it was a cell of Terrenore, ripped by magic and placed within these Alerian mountains by an evil hand. It had only one point of light, a long, thin window that let in the light of the moon and stars upon the center of the room, leaving the edges in darkness. In that darkness, brittle and rusting shackles were chained to the walls. Within the shadows, the air began to shimmer with intent, power, and years worth of bottled sins.
xxx
Evangeline Daniels stood in Raiaera, looking in confusion at a sign posted on a tree. According to the notice before her, she was on the border of Raiaera and Alerar, two places she'd never heard before. Also according to the sign, it was extremely dangerous to continue. She peered beyond, into the darkened trees and snorted. It didn't look so terrible. She'd seen a small smidgeon of danger in Raiaera's Red Forest so far, and she'd come through it alive. Sure, beyond the border it seemed colder somehow, but how could a border change that much of a place?
As she stepped over it, she felt strange. Stopping, she sucked in a breath, holding her stomach. It almost felt as if a hook was tugging at her core. She looked again into the forest, and wondered if perhaps there was something more to the sign than she had first guessed. However, before she could step back into the sanctuary of Raiaeran soil, the tugging grew more insistent and she could feel herself sliding away. A light flashed before her, full of malice and a freezing wind. She thought, for a moment, she'd hit her head, and then, fear took over and everything went black.
When she awoke, she tried to stand. Metal so cold it seared lanced along her wrists, and she was horrified to find that she was lashed with the chains against a wall. She shivered, a stale breeze rustling her blonde locks as it wound it's way around the room. A sound startled her, and she squinted into the corners, sure she'd seen movement.
"Hello?" Eades called out, her voice wavering with fear and confusion. A low tone, chanting, seemed to come down from the ceiling, as if it were melting through the stone. She couldn't make out the Drow words, but suddenly, she felt as if the breeze was penetrating her chest through her clothes and skin. Something came in with the chill, something darker and alien to her. It knocked on the door to her heart, and little fool she was, she let it in. Again, Evangeline turned her head to the figure in the corner, and her gray eyes glowed in the moonlight. In them, the fires of hunger flared.
She called to the figure again, and slid her tongue lightly over her bottom lip.