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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:29:42 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Jul 24, 2008, 10:35am
I believe Korthos and I made a wise decision to leave the Aratar. It is one thing to be virtuous, it is another to be scathingly and blindingly so. Every action we take, whether we know it or not, affects everyone in the Kingdom. It is up to us as individuals to be certain that the paths we choose are indeed worth the consequences.
I am, of course, without any authority. Though what authority I did have before was nothing more than an illusion. Do the Aratar even hold any authority at all? Why is it that Rylan questions Elsbeth instead of just going straight to the source? You may receive only half truths from the source, but those around them will almost definitely give you convoluted truths bogged down and murky by their own opinions. Or was that what Rylan was looking for—opinion only?
Rylan and Octavius caused a disturbance in Istas that Ismene was furious about. I have never seen the fire of anger in her eyes. There have been times of frustration or a hint of annoyance, but this anger was something rare to see. It was good to see.
Ismene and the king had me deliver a message to Istas about a meeting. Though I knew where the location would be, I did not snoop. It was obvious to me what the topic of the discussion would be what with Octavius’s attack. Although, I do not know what was accomplished by it as I have not spoken with Ismene since. Though, if she would tell me, I do not know for certain.
“Aratar Retribution.” Does that mean to attack and kill on whim? Does it override the Queen’s authority? Are the Aratar above the Queen? Or is it only Octavius? Were we not at fault for having visited Istas and insulting them on their own lands? Are we so naïve to believe they would not react?
I suppose it depends on the individual who is reviewing the events. The stability of the Kingdom depends on our survival. We must abandon our follies.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:30:12 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Jul 29, 2008, 7:14pm
I lay in the blood soaked snow. The wolf looms over me, licking its chops. In the distance, I see the shadow of someone watching.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:30:45 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Aug 1, 2008, 1:01am
Again I was atop the snow, my blood coloring it. I could hear the low growl of the wolf. I opened my eyes to look at it, but I saw the glint of fangs in the moonlight. I tried to sit up, but strong hands forced my shoulders down.
The snow melted rapidly, and I could feel the cool soil beneath my fingers. Fear gripped me. I could feel it snaking its way up my spine as I stared into the familiar eyes. My bow was just inches from my fingertips. I made to grab it, and I felt fingers being shoved into my wound.
I cried out in pain, in fear. I felt the cold fingers against my cheek, and he leaned in close and whispered, “Remember?”
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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:31:12 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Aug 1, 2008, 2:07pm
The large black birds flapped their wings, their talons digging into my flesh as they carried me over the dark land. I could feel the blood seeping out from where their talons dug into me. My body hung limply in their grasp. As it had become custom, the wound at my side was still open, blood dripping out slowly.
With loud shrieks, the birds lowered closer to the ground and released me. I hit the cold earth hard and grimaced in pain. I rolled onto my back, watching them as they flew away into the treetops. I lay there, watching my breath each time I breathed out.
I heard their slithering before I saw them. They were like large centipedes. They were a rich purple that shined like metal. The noise became louder as they neared me. There were so many, and some of them crawled over others.
The first to reach me crawled onto my bare leg, and I could feel each pierce of its leg into my skin. I sat up slowly as it continued to crawl, and I knocked it off me. It burned where it had pierced, and I turned and vomited white foam onto the dark soil.
Before I could realize what was happening, at least five of them were crawling on my skin. Each leg pierced through my skin, drawing the blood under it. They swarmed over me, and the pain caused tears to form in my eyes. It was then I felt one along my left side. It slithered its way into my wound, and I could feel the legs piercing me on the inside, and I could feel it moving within my body. I opened my mouth and screamed in agony.
When I awoke, I was still screaming.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:31:51 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Aug 1, 2008, 6:16pm
The nightmares are worsening. It is true, I have not had a dream that causes no discomfort since that night of betrayal. Each one caused me some discomfort, but I always shrugged them off. Now the nightmares are affecting my sleep.
Before I could always fall back asleep with ease. Now I find it difficult to do so. I can feel it wearing on me mentally and physically. I do my best to hide it. Anyone who sees me probably will not see the difference, but I can feel it nonetheless.
It has been quiet with Ismene not being about. However, it is better that she has not. There have been a couple of things it is best she not know about, though I am certain they will come to her hears eventually. My main concern lies with Octavius who so freely announced to one of the others about the girl. He discussed it publicly. I had mentioned it needed to be handled carefully. Apparently, I must be wrong.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:32:22 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Sept 2, 2008, 5:04am
Although I am thankful that Korthos stitched my wound closed, I am also thankful that they have been re-stitched by someone whose hand is accustomed to the task. I should see what further aid, if any, that Aeryn might require. However, for tonight, I will sleep in my home. At least the stitches are no longer bothering me so much.
I’m not certain what the pirates want from us, but I heard they attacked again. What could this vampire possibly have to offer them? I can’t imagine it could be much. Undead and pirates—I suppose it’s all the same.
Though, I heard part of Elsbeth’s questioning of Rylan. There were indeed a lot of injuries, and though Rylan was fortunate enough that time to escape with minor injuries if any at all—I am aware that it happens. Sometimes all it takes is a good knock to the ass to break combat.
There is a light sprinkle of rain outside. I believe I shall rest my thoughts and enjoy it.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:32:45 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Sept 12, 2008, 1:27pm
I sat in silence with Ismene after we had jested. I knew she had a lot on her mind, and I did not wish to disturb her thoughts. She had asked me to sit next to her, and this time I had obliged. Times are sometimes frustrating, and even a queen needs a friend, someone who does not stand by her only because she is the queen.
When I walked by the garden, it was devoid of people yet was still as lively as ever.
It was in my dreams. The flowers were drooping, and standing in the middle of it was a girl. She looked about ten and she looked just like Ismene. The only difference was her dark red eyes, and her hands were covered in blood.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:33:17 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Sept 15, 2008, 4:45am
I rested under the shade of my trees, watching the fireflies blink and fly about. The weather was nice in Everthorne, per usual until winter. There was a gentle breeze that did not chill. I thought that Ismene would enjoy this if she had the time, and I thought another might find it enjoyable as well if the time could be taken to stop and do so.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:33:48 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Sept 16, 2008, 8:51pm
Humility—what did Rylan know at all about this Virtue? It is the opposite of Pride. It is the absence of Falsehood, Hatred and Cowardice. How much does he know of Pride and how much has he let go? The black robe and the crook are meaningless if the one who wears them knows nothing of the Virtue.
Octavius—a man I do not like, and yet I still find it in myself to show him some respect. I have told him what I overheard the vampire tell the Ancient One. That will be a fun force to entertain. I still do not agree to his actions in Istas. They were a poor choice, but even so…
Korthos arrested himself over an orc. I can understand both sides, but he is still rather stubborn.
I need a new pair of boots. I have been wearing the costume boots from my Azrael costume.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:34:14 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Sept 20, 2008, 6:39pm
Ismene’s words echoed through my head most of the night. It has been awkward since the Anniversary which was an entertaining event for those who attended and one that did show the nature of our Kingdom. But since then the fun had waned and tension was high.
I wondered what could be done to show even more of Everthorne and of the people in it. I knew what was when I saw Miss Nightwing going in and out of her shop with bundles of supplies. Something that could be beneficial to the Kingdom…
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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:34:39 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Sept 23, 2008, 4:57am
When I returned this morning, I found a note from Korthos left near my door. It informed me of the location to give to the grave digger, and immediately I sent word to her.
Aeryn’s death is not the only issue we face. Devlin seemed overcome with something, something he struggled against before it won over and led to Aeryn’s death. He may be beating himself up inside, but that will not be his only problem…
I have instructions written, information written for when I die. I mean to write them here, but I have taken my time. Perhaps it would be better done soon.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:35:06 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Oct 5, 2008, 1:52pm
I cannot remember where I have been. My memory of the last few days seems to escape me. The last I remember was the night at Que’s. When I left, I went to my home in Everthorne. I remember feeling weary and lying down.
I dreamt then or at least I think I did. I was in Minoc, and the rain had begun to pour. The large drops of water stung as they hit my skin, but I kept walking through the town. It was there I saw him. He was as I remembered: Tall, long brown hair pulled tied back, his skin pale, and his eyes a vibrant green. He was walking into the tavern, and I did not follow him.
Instead, I continued to walk, drenched by the onslaught of rain. Stepping into a puddle, I looked down and watched the water ripple before stepping out. The rain slowed to a light drizzle, and I gazed down into the puddle.
The face staring back at me did not seem my own. My eyes were sunken and there were dark circles around them. Kneeling down next to it, I reached into the water. I am not certain what might have compelled me, but when I did, I felt small hands push me. Into the puddle I fell, but by then it was more like the sea. I let myself sink further, swallowed by the darkness. I remember feeling so calm…
I feel as if that dream repeated itself again and with the same outcome, but I am overwhelmed with uncertainty on the matter. When I finally awoke, I was no longer home. I found myself at the docks of Vesper, standing and looking out over the water.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:35:39 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Oct 6, 2008, 5:07am
Maybe Ismene is right, maybe it was not a dream. I became so tired yesterday. At the last minute, I was to defend Devlin. This is something I have never done before. I was at least able to make it known that he was not in his right mind. It bothers me that they may consider him weak for his possession. As if others had not had similar things happen, and yet they kept their positions. Granted there was a murder involved, when I see him I can tell from his eyes how much it bothers him. He will have to bear her death on his shoulders until the day he dies.
With the exception of myself, no one there had seen it happen. I doubt little investigation had been done outside of what the priest had done. The prosecutor had never spoken to him. She probably had a vague account of what happened. It was a mess of a trial. And I was no better to defend him. It was set up to not be in his favor. It hardly seemed impartial at all. But it is done…and he has been let go. Though I cannot imagine who would be here to give him “treatment.”
It was odd. Ismene walked me home, though she did not have to. I did rest after she left, but it was difficult. I was worried that I would wake up again somewhere else. I did not. I awoke exactly where she had left me.
However, I had dreamt of him again. This time he stood behind me with his hands firmly on my shoulders, whispering into my ear. It sent chills up and down my spine to have him too close to me. It was unnerving. He brushed the hair from my neck and when he pressed his hand against my neck…that is when I awoke.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:36:02 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Oct 24, 2008, 8:18am
The King and Queen requested a meeting with me. I am now Everthorne’s Chancellor.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:36:32 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Nov 3, 2008, 6:03am
Each inch of it traversed by my fingers was sculpted to perfection. Each inch was just as important as the last.
Order was thin within the Kingdom last night. However, perhaps chaos has been contained for now. The child still dabbles in what he should not. Some have gotten away with what they have done. All for now.
The discomfort I feel from this dress is due to it being sized for Ismene. At least that is what I will claim. While I am not fond of having to wear them, I can adapt.
Then there are the reasons I will never share…
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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:37:02 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Nov 4, 2008, 5:50am
I was standing on the small bridge of the Garden. Sitting at the bar were two men I did not recognize. One had a cut just above his brow that trickled blood down his cheek. The other was missing his left ear. They sat facing away from each other.
I walked off the bridge, by the tree, and I felt webbing latch onto my skin. By habit I attempted to brush it off as I walked down the stairs. I walked toward the Hall, and halfway there I felt something sharp pierce the bottom of my right foot. The next step I felt the same pierce in my left. The pain in both feet caused me to collapse to the ground. I felt more piercing in my body where it hit the ground, but I saw nothing that could cause it. I cried out in pain, and I yelled.
No one came.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 18:37:28 GMT -8
Post by Sarain on Nov 9, 2008, 10:27pm
I ventured into Khaldun with a group.
I was not certain how I could handle such a place after my incident with Scy. The things I saw while there did not disturb me. If anything, I was disturbed by how I felt. I felt as if I belonged…almost as if it was home.
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