| Darkness Touch |
[Aug. 2nd, 2008|10:18 pm] |
Leahalani stood on the altar of storms. The heart of the young Dark Iron Dwarf lay still beating in her hands. The blood of the youth slowly trailed down the altar dripping from it's bones as it congealed its way in a slowly hardening path. She had chosen him, for he barely had gained a beard, he still played as a child but acted in the role of a man. Innocence is what she needed to command herself to the presence of the dark. The Shadow Huntress could not use a warlock's power to gain presence. She had to use the nature given her in the nether and the blood of an innocent. As she prayed, the feeling of the heat around her slowly faded away. The sounds of the lava flowing and hissing across the rocks fell silent.
Leahalani slowly opened her eyes. She stood upon a piece of rock. Around her floated many other pieces of rock in the darkness. Their slowly tumbling forms barely discernable in the flickering lights of the stars. Strangely, she could breath and the air though cool, was comfortable. Slowly a form appeared on a rock nearby. Leahalani's breath caught. Before, her visions had been in shadows, tendrils of darkness swirling about her. The figure was large, ominious. It did not seem to have a discernable shape. It seemed to be edged by swirls of smoke.
Do you know where you are? The voice seemed to boom across the expanse but she felt it in her own mind.
Leahalani straightened her shoulders, the heart still held cold in her hand. "I am amongs the stars, my lord, within the nether itself." She answered, her voice showing little of the fear and apprehension she felt.
Our young servant is wise to know her place and ours. Why do you seek me?
Leahalani slowly licked her lips as she sought the right words. "I have become so embroiled by choas, I have lost my way. I seek a path you would set me to that I may more wholly serve you?" She slowly and boldly brought her eyes up to where she suppoed the entities eyes lay.
And yet you slowly embrace the legacy of Sargeras
Leahalani's eyes slowly drop in shame. "It is not my will to do so lord." She tenses as tendrils of smokey shadow seem to wrap about her.
Such a legacy gives you an understanding of the battles to come. My will is chaos yet you struggle against the very thing I send you create. The freedom of heart to rule one's self. To rule one's self, hunter of shadows, you must first embrace what you are. The tendrils moved around her almost like a lover, bringing a moan of pleasure to her lips.
Slowly the tendrils moved over her whole body till the Huntress writhed in ecstacy. Her whole body was alive with pleasure, her heart beat felt as if every cell within her could feel its rhythm. Only when she was completely encompassed did the being speak again. Leahalani could not form words any more as the being possessed her soul, her body and her mind. Possession so complete that the being seemed as master, lover and teacher rolled into one flood of feeling and emotion.
You have ever been my loyal servant since you first learned that I was with you. Yet your fear holds you from serving me further. Do not fear love.. loss... joy.. or even the pleasures of your own body. Seek knowledge.. share knowledge.. let all know that they do not have to be bound by shackles of those that serve the light.. that have found their way to Aman'Thul's will. Her mind was filled with knowledge. She no longer stood, but was so encompassed she knew nothing but the dark's touch, its voice, it's caresses. Chaos is your purpose, little huntress. Hunt order as if it were a prey before your bow. Slaughter the structure that holds the denizens of your world from truly knowing self fullfillment. There is no limit to what your people can be. There is none that could not eventually feel as you feel right now.
Leahalani tried to speak, but only moans of pleasure and unintelligible words formed. She tried to form her fears into questions but they flittered away, stolen by darkness will.
Cradled in it's bliss, the Being began to teach. Learn to embrace the Darkness, will it into your very soul, as if it were your only lover eternally, and you will then find purpose, and with purpose…peace…I offered this gift to one before you. She chose to walk another path. Will you keep me as your first love, Leahalani ui Dolonar. Will you continue to sacrifice all you love to my will?
Leahalani heard the words leave her lips. "Yes my lord. You are ever my first love, my heart's desire."
The kiss of the dark was one that words did not describe. It filled her very being with purpose, it drove her fear from her mind. It pushed the petty anger and the frustration of her order's chaos till it fell away.
Your bonds with others are to great purpose. You have thus far chosen wisely. Do not fear for my servant Fearon nor your presence within him or his within you. I will deal with him and his impulsiveness. Do not fear what you are, daughter of Sargeras, for the greatest weapon against a general is his own whelps. You have great purpose, you and yours will lead a path of understanding to those around you that Sargeras' minions will seek to destroy. In conquest, there is forced order. It is not my will. As suddenly as she had found herself surrounded, Leahalani found herself on her hands and knees, the heart gone. Her breath came quickly and she was so weak she could not lift her eyes.
I give to you a gift of priceless nature. I give to you peace. Do not run anymore, Huntress. Be the hunter of emotions, not prey to your own. At his very words, a flood of peace filled the young elf.
"Thank you lord." She managed to whisper. "you are ever gracious to your servant."
Only when that servant is pleasing to me. The voice was cold and ominous and promised as great a pain if she failed as the joy she had just experienced.
Sleep child.. sleep and rise when I command. I will keep you safe until I have dealt with your consort.
Leahalani sank down upon the stone. It was not the stone of the floating tumbling rocks, but warm sooothing stone of the Altar of Storms. Against their usual nature, the warlocks their formed a protective circle around the sleeping elf. None would pass easily to reach her side till darkness bid her rise. |
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| Touch of Lies |
[Apr. 29th, 2008|09:38 am] |
Such a subtle mistress,
so gentle in her gliding touch.
Her hands move over my body,
my mind, my heart, my soul.
Her glance incites my racing heart,
her tongue soothes the ravages within,
twisting, turning, tendrils of suggestion
worm their way throughout the whole.
Such a subtle mistress bending my
thoughts, my vision to her ways. I look
within the mirror and no longer see
the being I once was, but now her creation.
My words are not my own, they spill from
my mouth as if pulled by teasing lips. Even
words to myself are tinged with her gentle
caress till there is no life satiation.
Once within her power, that gentle touch
turns harsh. Her grasp upon my heart,
wrenches in pain as I seek to find that elusive
truth within that she has hidden from me.
Every attempt to break free of the tendrils of
lies, brings only pain and shame and I recoil much
more comforted by her tender embrace. But to
live here, is an illusion that I look in the mirror and see.
The darkness within is so sublime, so complete that
the illusions suckles the very life from my soul. Happiness
eludes me and she whispers in my ear that is never mine to
have. I rage against the shackles of silken lies that binds all.
And so it is within, that the subtle touch of a lie
not told to others but within, steals my very life breath.
Darkness so complete that it's embrace is no longer warmth
but a cold soulless night where tears do not even break its pall. |
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| Divorce |
[Oct. 5th, 2007|04:55 pm] |
Co-written by Leahalani and Danaan
(actual rp - Many bad dice rolls later)
It had been a long journey. She knew the route well and her mount had been swift. She felt badly for having to order Tybalt as she had, but she could not bring him on this journey. It was her risk to take and no others. She would not be responsible for another gallant attempt to save her life. He had priors of such behaviors, having nearly died sacrificing himself for her before.
She found herself moving stiffly as she dismounted and sent her mount to feed. Dagger moved to her side as Leahalani looked up at the dark tower. Danaan had found this old tower in the outlands, abandoned and out of the path of most. He had claimed it and it was here that he and his minions worked his dark and secret magics.
Only two others knew this place. Rachale, the young mind witch, Danaan's current mistress, and herself, his misplaced wife. She climbed the stairs slowly, allowing her body to gain back movement and ease. She knew he already was aware she was here.
Danaan had watched her approach from the tower window. A small part of him hoped that she had returned to him as she had many times before. It was not the first time she had gone off on some whisper that Keruptis lived here.. or there. But this was the longest she had been gone. Danaan sighed softly. His wife was an exquisite creature. Her touch like magic and her kiss took his breath. But much like death, she had little real warmth for him. He startled from his thoughts as he heard her closing footsteps.
Leah stepped into the door of the top most room. Dagger stepped in behind her. Her long hair was held back by a wrought iron circlet set with smokey quartz. She had never bound her hair before in Danaan's presence. He did not care for it. Her armor was black as night and the tabard she wore was black, trimmed in red with a giant drop of blood. She smiled at him warmly, tossing her pack to the side. "Greetings Husband."
When Danaan saw her change in garb he knew instantly this was not a social call. "Greetings Wife. It is...surprising to see you. I thought you dead."
Leah tossed the bow to the side as well, followed by her quiver. She seemed as if she had never left, except a strange intensity in her eyes that had not been there before. "I should have left a note. I did not think I would be gone so long."
"Something has changed. I can feel it." He accused, his eyes burning intensely. He had spent to the month working; diving deep into the energies that abounded here.
Leah smiled softly, it did not reach her eyes. Those eyes glistened and did not leave his own. "I found my lord."
"Keruptis? Our lord lives..." He said curiousity peaking. "And what did he have to say?" He asked, his tone tightening.
"He remembers you quite well, Danaan. He remembers who took me from his side. You should consider coming to pay your respects." Leah's tone is almost mocking.
"Somehow I think he wouldn't want to hear it. Which is why I believe you are here." He said a hint of anger coming to his eyes and voice.
"I am here to end what we started as our paths have gone seperate roads." She said with a shrug. "Till death do we part, I believe the priestess said?"
He chuckled. "Ahh, I see." His chuckle turned to a scowl and his eyes seemed to glow a sickly green. "Decided to return and be darkness' whore, Leahalani?"
Leah took in the position of Flaadhun, Danaan's fel gaurd. With a small gesture, the ever alert Nightsaber moved around her , leaving her side open to the felgaurd. Leah casually put her hand to her waist, no seeming threat as her two handed sword was sheathed across her back. Leah's eyes narrowed in anger. "Afraid I might find more then you gave to me? Let us end this?" Leah's voice was almost sickly sweet.
"Oh no, I quite agree. It's about time I taught you who is truly master of this house." He pointed his finger at Dagger. "Kill the cat. I will handle her." Flaadhun moved into action raising his axe into the attack position. Danaan prepared to hurl a curse at Leah.
Prepared for such an attack, Leah's hand flipped the trap loose from her back and as Flaadhun moved to go around to Dagger, she slid the ice trap in his path saying the activating words as it slid across the floor. It would not hold him long, but would give her time to weaken her warlock husband. She knew many of his methods and he knew a few of hers. Dagger, sprung at Danaan, lunging for his chest. This gave Leah time to pull her sword and dance into range of her husband.
Danaan grimaced as his demon ran straight into the ice trap, becoming useless for a short while. He barely had time to register this as he saw the cat moving towards him, fangs bared. He pulled out his staff and swung it in an uppercut motion as the cat lunged.
He noticed Leah as well and knew he would have to block her attacks with his staff if he could bring the damned cat of hers down.
Leah watched as the staff hit home, sending her nightsaber rolling away. She spun into a raptor strike, intent on her husband's thigh as his staff was moving upwards.
Danaan swore as the blade bit deep into his thigh. He fought down the pain and limped away from her. "You've become quicker." He accused and attempted to send the curse of agony at her.
Leah dropped back, feeling the first wave of agonizing pain. He had used this on her before, but never with such intensity or anger. She stumbled back, trying to gain focus, Dagger lunged forward once more.
Gathering mana again quickly, Danaan fired the death coil at the nightsaber, wanting to gain from his suffering. He was pleased at the pain Leah was now in. He was also pleased to see his fel guard finally recovering from the ice trap, but not fully just yet.
Dagger dropped back, his fur standing on end. He crouched down, yowling as if in fear as he glared at Danaan. Leah danced forward once more, while Danaan's attention was on her cat, she went for his arm this time, clipping him with her preferred wing attack.
Danaan was able to pull his hand out of the way so as not to lose it, but it was certainly cut and deeply. Blood ran thick down his arm. He growled even angrier now. He grabbed his staff one handed and whirled it above him before bringing it around towards Leah's sword hand.The Fel guard was finally free of the ice and nearly as angry as Danaan was. The guard continued to follow his last order and began to attack the magnificent cat.
Meanwhile, Leah was in motion and couldn't get out of the way in time. The staff cracked across her left hand, sending numb waves up her arm. She staggered back, the waves of agony still washed over her. Leah gasped for breath, circling Danaan and shaking her hand, looking for an opening and attempting to ignore the curse he had laid upon her. Dagger was now fully engaged with the Felgaurd and could not help her anymore.
Danaan lept back disengaging for a moment and used that moment to pull out a bag that held within it many powers. He opened it towards Leah and a bolt of lightning lept out from it. Not nearly as strong as the curse, but certainly damaging.
The lightening hit her sword, she dropped it out of reflex before the damage could be to great. She hit the ground and rolled, as he spun around, she slid the last of her traps towards him, activating the word of fire.
He saw the trap and attempted to move away from it without moving to her. His strength was mostly in his spells and he knew she knew this. He knocked over a chair in the process.
Flaadhun was swinging his axe and attempting to pummel the cat to death, but the cat had been nimble enough to avoid all but glancing blows from his fist.
As Danaan was fumbing over the chair, Leah dove for her sword and rolled up. She danced back into reach, striking out again. Leah spun about, using the force of her body and the sword bit deep. She heard the cry of her cat as Flaadhun also bit deep with his axe. Leah couldn't look but by the sounds of her nightsaber, the blow had been greavious.
The wound was deep in Danaan's side. By the feel of it she punctured something. He coughed and cried out in pain. Danaan's power was waning now. He attempted to shoot her off of him with a shadow bolt.
Leah staggered backwards crying out in pain. The bolt seared into her, blinding her momentarily, so great was her pain and agony. Leah heard Dagger give a violent scream of anger. She shouted the words to change his attack to Danaan while she tried to once again dance around behind him.
That was the opportunity Flaadhun had been waiting for. He rushed forward with his axe raised and attempted to sever the cat's spine. Danaan on the other hand had guessed that this might happen.and send a wave of fear directly at the cat who was as bloodied as he was. He kept his stance at the defensive just in case he missed or the cat's adrenaline negated the fear.
Leah watched as the cat leaped out of Flaadhun's way, his body knocking over the table with Danaan's book of spells and secret workings. A candle hit the floor, searing its pages instantly. Leah swung, but Danaan was ready for her, her sword slid off his
staff with rasping sound. She kicked out hard, hitting the wound she had given him.
Leah staggered back, another wave of agony overpowering her senses.
Danaan cried out in pain and gave her a venomous look. He knew his curse would wear off in moments. He gathered his strength. He focused and within two seconds his smoldering anger turned into a wave of immolating fire. Flaadhun jumped over the blazing books and swung towards the cat once more.
The cat screamed, unable to avoid and dropped, not moving anymore. Leah screamed as fire seared over her. Her strength was waivering as she fought to keep her feet. "Bastard" She sneered. Leah's glance took in the flames, licking now at Danaan's dark tapestries.. the fire was spreading. Smoke began to fill the room, rushing out the open windows.
"Whoring Bitch." he said as he couldn't help but cough and found the taste of blood in his mouth. "Do you think I don't know what you do for darkness. Do you think I don't know that you crawled into his bed at every beckoning. Even after we married?" Danaan's rage was focused now. He spat and turned so that she couldn't see him retrieve a soul shard.
Leah paused for a moment in shock. Disbelief that he would find validity in the untruth of his words searing into her. "Danaan, the only other man who has had me, raped me. You were there to kill him. There had been no others. EVER!" Leahalani's eyes met his fiercely declaring truth.
Danaan glanced at her readying the shard. "You lie, whore." The flames had moved to the bed, licking at every burnable thing in the room. If he wanted out, he would have to end this now.
Leah danced forward, her sword flashing, her anger driving her through the pain.
"Your time in service on this world is finished." She hissed. Leah's eyes widened as she saw Flaadhun turn from her cat to burn his eyes into her.
Flaadhun vaulted the now flaming table and rushed to intercept her. Danaan's hidden hand burned with his most powerful spell. One that would surely finish her...he hoped. He held his hand out the soul shard converted into a fiendish flame that lept out at her.
Leah's forward motion drove her despite the scream of agony that tore from her lips. Her very heart seemed to burn from within, she felt the souls she shared, wink out one after agonozing one. She dropped to her knees, leaving her sword waivering above her head.
Her aim had been true. His dark heart was pierced. All of his planning, his power, his goals and ambitions drained away as his perception narrowed as his life drained from him. As he died, Flaadhun vanished mid-swing.
The fire was spreading, and Leah looked around and saw no exit. Flames blocked the door and she was barely able to keep her eyes open so great was the pain overwhelming her very soul.
The fire place was empty, cold and blank due to the warmer summer days. She crawled into it, huddling in a corner, pain still searing within her. She whistled for her cat. It was her last thought before the pain claimed her, hiding in the corner of that flaming abyss. The last soul, the lightbringer she should have never taken, refused to be consumed. A gold aura formed around the huntress as smoke and flame poured into the chimney.
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The first vestiges of reality were pain ladened and dark. There was a sense of darkness and aloneness that the huntress had not known since before her captivity in the twisting Nether. One eye opened and took in the scene before her.
The wooden floor had burnt out and collapsed to the next level. She peered over the edge with one weeping eye and saw nothing but rubble in the darkness. The moon glistened overhead shining a ghostly light over the ruins of Danaan's secret tower.
The huntress looked left and right. The stairs had been wooden as had the floors. She was trapped on the highest level of the tower which leered over the smoldering ruins below. Her pack, her bow and even her sword were somewhere below. The huntress felt along her belt and found the coiled rope that hung there. It was stiff and hard from it's exposure to heat.
She tried to move to a kneeling position and found her armor, much the same. Cracked and stiff, it's oiled supple movement leeched from it by heat and smoke. Around the edges, there were stone ledges for which to secure the flooring. It took six tries before her pained arms were able to get a loop over one and tighten it. A groan of pain escaped her lips as she lowered herself over and swung her weight onto the waning strength of her own hands and arms. Her left hand remained mobile, its usual mark not causing her difficulties. Despite this, she still slipped two thirds of the way down and hit the pile of smouldering lumber on her back.
The huntress lay there for some time. Before managing to crawl out a nearby window and drop wearily to the ground. She lay there panting trying to gain strength, unable to take a full breath. Anyone espying her, would have thought her some twisted creature of warlock magic. Her long hair was matted and melted into snarled balls. Her face was black with soot and smoke. Her eartips were also blackened and twisted. Her eyes held a blank stare as her gaze passed over the clearing that surrounded the tower. Her armor hung askew, some straps having burnt or buckles broken by the exposure to heat and her fall. As she stood up, she did not straighten, her armor to stiff to allow freedom of movement.
The huntress moved around the rubble, seeking something. She poked and prodded through the rubble till she came across a body. She pulled her knife and cut a blackened finger off and then removed a ring. She slipped the ring into her belt pouch and resheathed the knife. She then pulled the blackened blade from the corpse and resheathed it. Pack and bow she did not attempt to find.
The huntress whistled for her mount, who came as usual. She fell across it wearily, and then whistled once for her pet. She heard nothing. Sighing, she headed for safety. The last place she had felt a moment of peace and could be easily reached; Tybalt's rooms. |
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| A New Target |
[Oct. 5th, 2007|04:53 pm] |
Leahalani moved silently through the woods. Despite her skills in intrigue, her heart lay here, in the real hunt. She was following a heavily traveled funnel, her steps soft. Her hunting partner, Dagger, she had sent out. He always rushed the stags and was so swift in his kill that there was little sport in the doing.
The light was fading as she came to the end of the funnel. The smell of stag was strong now, his musk filling her nostrils. The sounds of twigs snapping and leaves rustling filled her ears and then he stepped out. A beautiful eight point stag. His beautiful effervescent coat sparkled in the dimming light. Leahalani ceased moving and carefully sighted her bow. The sound of the string and the hiss of the arrow in flight always made her heart fill with excitement. She watched him trot a few feet, seeminly unfazed and then duck into a small ravine.
She frowned, she was sure she had not missed.
She moved into the clearing and found her bloodied arrow partially impaled within the rocky soil. The shaft was kinked but the broadhead was intact. The broadhead made her smile for it looked demonic with the blood and a few pieces of hair stuck to it. She carefully covered the tip, bent the arrow and placed it in her pack. She was not one to waste a good tip.
The stag had moved into a thick patch of brush that she barely could see through. She skirted through it, and began tracking her prey. There was a blood trail so it would not take long. Finally, she came out into another small clearing and there was her stag, lying for the taking. Over it, was a mage and she suddenly sensed that someone moved behind her and someone was to her left and right.
"Looking for this, huntress?" The mage called out sarcastically. "I see that you have decided to take a break from your demonic practices and hunt game instead of children."
Leahalani slowly smiled. "Ah, I have to wonder where you heard such tales." She straightened up and tossed her pack to the side. Her bow would be of little use due to the closeness of the tree that flanked her so she dropped it as well.
"It does not matter where we heard them, we have been sent to return you to one who does." The mage said smugly.
Leahalani pulled her sword and beckoned to the mage. She dropped into a fighting stance, ready for the three about her. "You didn't bring enough men." She taunted quietly.
"Take her!!" The mage screamed. The crash of brush sounded their attack. Leahalani moved to her toes, ready to pivot on who ever moved out first. To her left, one rushed, she brought her sword up and the sound of the two blades, ringing, filled the air. She kicked him backwards into the brush and swung around, catching the one to her right with sword in air. He stood with his sword still held up above his head in a readying swing, his mouth showing pain and amazement, before the top half of his body fell backwards, momentarily showing his stomach and intenstines, the the bottom half was pulled with him, the spine still holding him together.
Leahalani did not have time for triumph. The one behind her sprang from the brush. She flipped her sword and just stepped backwards hard. The blade, pointed behind her, thrust back, impaling the man in the stomach. Leahalani left it there long enough to pull her dagger and swing around and cut the man's throat.
This unfortunately, exposed her back too long to the man from the left who had managed to find his feet. She felt the thrust of the blade enter her right side, making it's way through her armor. Then the sound of screaming nightsaber and the sound of the man's screams as he was dragged backwards into the brush. His backward movements pulling the sword painfully free. Leahalani pulled her sword free and turned to face the mage. It was strange, the wound hurt, but it was somehow distanced in her rage and focus on the man before her.
She leaped toward him only to be thrust backwards by some light bound force between him and her. H had priestly help. She looked about but saw no lightbringer. The mage took a couple steps backward in disbelief. Leahalani stepped forward and slashed downward through the circle of light. She did so a second time an a portion of it's barrier gave way. Leahalani pulled her dagger once more, flipping into her palm to throw it. She sent it flying through the gap of his protection. The mage held up his hand and the dagger hit it -- It bounced and clattered harmlessly to the ground.
Leahalani could not yet breach the barrier. She thought quickly as she saw the mage begin to cast. She could not afford him to give off a spell. She shifted her grip from the hilt to the sword-blade itself. She balanced her sword for a moment that way, , as if it were , impossibly, nothing more then a giant throwing knife. Her arm came back, and she threw it, like a spear.
It flashed across the space between herself and the mage, arrow-straight and point-first. And as the mage stared in surprise, his spell interupted, it thudded home in his belly, penetrating halfway to the quillons.
Leahalani dropped to her kenes. The mage was screaming. There was the sound of a nightsaber and another screaming being. She suspected that Dagger had found the priest. She couldn't look away as the mage met her eyes. The mage slowly tumbled forward, holding the blade in his hands. As he fell, his eyes met Leahalani's. "I told you that you did not bring enough men." Leahalani whispered. The mage hit the ground.
Leahalani struggled to her feet. She retrieved first dagger and then sword. She made sure each man was dead. The feel of the pumping blood in her side, was slowing. She looked down and saw that she was stained with a flowing wetness. Her body had natural healing abilities now, she doubted it was life threatening.
She moved to her stag, not wanting the meat to go to waste and carefully dressed it out, taking the hide and folding it carefully away. She packed, almost mindlessly, as much meat as she could carry, leaving the rest for the waiting Nightsaber.
She picked up the pack and stepped back. She knew better then to be in Dagger's reach when he fed. Though he had tamed, he was still his own beast and would strike out when eating. She stood, watching him, when the blood flow became to much when combined with what she had given the child last evening. Exhaustion, loss of blood and the loss of adrenline, finally claimed the huntress and she fell to the ground.
Dagger looked over and did not sense his mistress was in trouble. She seemed to be sleeping. He finished his meal and once sated, went and curled at her feet as was his manner. |
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| Leahalani Continues: |
[Oct. 5th, 2007|04:51 pm] |
It was a night of betrayal, of lost love, of bargains and dark promises but for Leahalani, it was a night of the greatest loss. In order to gain a position of power and the promise of an extended mortality, Danaan, her husband, sold out Leahalani to one named Jettblack. The leader of an order that was supposed to be allied with the Lord Keruptis.
Jettblack had been moving in secret against the dark lord. Her goal had been to subvert all that he held dear or needed to continue to work in secret. She set her eyes on Leahalani when she noticed the favor the girl had been getting as of late. Leahalani had been working diligently for Lord Keruptis. Her faith and devotion were noted by many. She alone had taken the courage to make the shot against a traitor of their own order when others stood by considering allowing the woman to escape.
Danaan, on this night, let Jettblack know where she and her ilk could find the young huntress alone and unprotected. Due to the numbers and skill of those that Jettblack brought with her, Leahalani was soon taken. Jettblack placed the young girl under a compulsion spell and so the deal was struck between Jettblack and Danaan.
Over time, the compulsion began to fade. Leahalani would move in secret when she was free of it, to find the scions. But always, they were a step ahead, out of reach. The old halls were empty. The secret meeting places abandoned. Even the ways that messages could be passed had been changed. Leahalani was alone and living amongst her own enemy.
Remembering her lessons, to ingratiate oneself with your enemy. To find a weakness to strike against and to find what your enemy holds dear; Leahalani turned her attention to winning Jettblack's favor. It did not take much time to work her way up to Jettblack's right hand. She served as if still compelled.. still enraptured with her mistress, but her heart made plans in secret against her husband and her mistress.
As time passed, Leahalani never gave up her search for the Dark Lord and her sisters and brothers. She found peace at the altar of storms, the great statue reminding her of the dark lord. She spent many free hours there in prayer to the great dark for guidance and for strength to continue alone.
Finally, a plan filled her heart. It was dark, and horrible but more importantly, it would serve her purpose. Leahalani let herself become pregant with Danaan's child. Danaan had been wishing for such an event to secure a legacy of magic and power. In turn, she planted rumors and plots for Jettblack to hear and find. A prophecy was too much for the paranoid mistress and one night, she took her second and cut from her the very child that Danaan had wanted so desperately. Leahalani lay weak but vindicated, she knew that Jettblack's order could never withstand such an unmerciful act.
As soon as she was able, she fled to her husband, sobbing at the loss of their child. She lay back, still weak but in control, as Danaan predictably turned on Jettblack. Many fled to his side, sharing his outrage that the guildmistress would take an innocent life on rumor and inuendo.. on a obscure prophecy. The guild fell into chaos. Danaan, filled with grief, left the order of the widows taking Leahalani, Jettblack's second with him.
It did not take long, less then 30 days later, Jettblack's order crumbled and fell apart. She fled into another order, the council of the abyss, seeking justice and to make amends for the many horrid acts she had committed.
Now free of Jettblack, Leahalani resumed her search for the dark lord once more. She never told her husband that she searched, for he would have objected, wanting such power for himself. Her revenge against him was complete, for despite his efforts, she would not allow him to touch her to create another child. His legacy was lost to him.
One night, praying fervently at the altar of storms, a voice filled her. Compelled beyond reason, she left and headed for Zul'Gurub. Entering its ominious heights, she followed the sound of music. There, upon the temple roof, she found her lord, her mentor and dark teacher. Stunned at the sight of him, fearful of his reaction, and joyful beyond belief, Leahalani bowed before him. Her search was finally over.
So we mourn in darkened dawn, before the blackened throne, while innocence serves evil and melts all hearts to stone.
Keruptis
Dark Lord
Keruptis’s eyes widened as he caught sight of Leahalani, and for a moment he was still, as though surrounded by ghosts. Leahalani, dark huntress of the Scions of old. For a moment he wondered if the torchlights illuminating the ancient ruins of Zul’Gurub were playing tricks on his eyes. But then the Kaldorei knelt before him, whispering, her voice choking, “Lord Keruptis, long have I searched for you. I remain a steadfast loyal servant to the Great Dark.”
Leahalani had indeed been the most loyal of the Scions. It had been a different age then, times had been different. The only way out of the Scions was death. More than once it had fallen upon Leahalani to track and hunt down those who had broken their oath and end their lives. Where other Scions gave pause for the love of a former sister, Leahalani had drawn her bow without hesitation and filled the traitor’s bosom with poisoned, barbed arrows. She hadn’t even flinched. Paired with the undead rogue Surath, the two had made a formidable pair, canvassing Azeroth, making assassinations as he directed them.
It had pained him to let her go. Though her heart and soul had remained true to Darkness, her will had been compromised. In the same cold manner Leahalani had slain former Scions beneath his direction, so Keruptis severed their communication.
The Great Dark soon after ordered the dissolution of the Order. Keruptis gathered the most loyal of the Scion summoners, and then slayed the rest, vanishing into the darkness to begin again. For Leahalani to have found him, meant it was the Great Dark’s will, this he was certain.
He listened as Leahalani feverishly relayed her experience, her tenacity in adhering to the teachings of the Order, continuing to follow its precepts to bring down their enemy though she had been all but abandoned. Keruptis listened intently to her tale of self-sacrifice, made even more poignant by the offering of her own child. Keruptis smiled. He would need to bring her back into the folds very carefully.
When man plays God with power given and then thwarts the fates, he risks a path he would not choose if he but knew the stakes. |
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| June's Stories |
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Here are June's Stories.. a trip into undeath. |
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| Poetry |
[May. 30th, 2006|11:48 pm] |
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Cheri's Poetry |
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| Deceptions. |
[May. 30th, 2006|11:24 pm] |
Leahalani sat quietly reading in the belltower of the abbey. It was one of her favorite places to go. There was an old discarded library up there and she loved to curl up in the sunlight that worked its way through the aging boards. It smelled of dust, rot and the warm sunshine of a spring day.
The sound of footsteps made her look up from her book A man, wearing the mask of a cat stood before her. "Excuse me, I have you seen a lightbringer?"
Leahalani quietly laid the book aside, "I am sorry. I have not." She eyed the man carefully. Most did not seek the priests in the top of the bell tower but she was certain it was a good place for many clandestine meetings. Something about his carriage was familiar however. A second man entered, and expecting it to be the priest this first sought, she let out a sigh of irritation when she saw his face. It was a man who had been following her about all day, attempting to persuade her that he was the perfect man for her.
His rudeness quickly offended the older elf before her. She smiled at him thoughtfully, "I don't suppose you could eat him for me?"
This obviously, upset her would-be lover and the confusion began to escalate. The more the elven druid talked, the more she knew without a doubt she had met him.
"Wait, I know you." The realization had swept over her. One day, she had awaken from hidden slumber to find herself within a few feet of the druidess Vimala, Chiabella's protector and this man.
The druid had changed to cat form and snarled as he moved back. He demanded to know what she was really doing there. Both now ignored the irritating man who fluttered about them, obviously not right in the head. "What do you do here?" the druid demanded.
"I study the light so I know how to defeat it." she snapped back, working her way around the room to the stairway. In cat form, unless the druid's training was at a level below her own, she knew she could not take him. "What are you doing here?"
"Obviously, the opposite of you." The cat snarled back.
Chaos continued to build for the Ambassador of the Blackwidows suddenly appeared at her side. However, despite the recent change in status between the two guilds, she was relatively glad to see him. More then once, Tehrannis warned the other druid to wisely depart. Leahalani's quiet solitude was completely destroyed as a second black widow appeared at her back. Vimala's ally quickly realized that Leahalani had assistance and wisely withdrew as was suggested. Leahalani let out a sigh of relief but before she could thank the Ambassador, Jettblack materialized before her.
Jettblack moved towards Leahalani so swiftly that Leahalani found herself up against a wall, one of Jett's hands on the wall beside her. "I was unaware you wished to see me, mistress?" Leahalani managed to force worriedly from her lips. She had so far, had a working relationship with the elven looking vampiress and though the status of the guilds had changed, she hoped it held enough sway to save her life right now. Leahalani glanced at the Ambassador in confusion. He had not told her that Jettblack wished to speak with her, as was his usual method.
"Look at me." Jettblack commanded with such force, that Leahalani's eyes snapped toward hers. What Jettblack said after that, Leahalani could not remember for the eyes seemed to draw her into their very depths. The words floated about her head and washed over her. "you are safe..." "you are with friends." "Do you understand?"
Leahalani nodded her head and whispered yes. (rolled stupid 11 and then.. stupid 1 to her 100) So completely caught in her eyes, the reason of the young elf, slipped away.
Jettblack swiflty ordered them to head for ironforge. Leahalani was given over to a young warlock who took her by the hand and they walked past the sentries, a calm peaceful party. Once past the sentries, Jettblack hurried the group to Stormwind. Somehow, they picked up trail in Stormwind that kept them on the deck of the tram for a shortwhile. Jettblack was forced to impose her will upon the young huntress once more. (somehow rolled another stupid 1.. is that possible? obviously!)
They swiftly made and holed up in Ironforge as the leader of the Blackwidows assessed the situation. They were clearly followed. While she discussed what to do with her members, the Ambassador stripped the young elf of her jewelry,including her onyx. The young warlock checked her for magic and find her rock, sent the rock to hell with his minion. This awakened the young huntress from her trance. She looked around in confusion, strange faces and location shocked her as she made to back into a corner, runnning into, of all things, a moonkin.
Jettblack tried to assert her will once more, but it was to no avail, the removal of the rock had created such panic within the young huntress that Jettblack could not command her attention. She nodded to the moonkin and blackness truly claimed the huntress once more.
Jettblack ordered that they move immediately. Unsure of what the rock, shimmering with magic did, they picked up the huntress and once more, moved her to another house. On the way, they encountered the huntress' husband, Danaan. Managing to sway him that he was outnumbered and the lack of wisdom of persuing the matter, they finished moving the huntress. As she lay on the bed they had dumped her upon, Tehrannis, the Ambassador finished searching her body, removing her daggers. One of the followers descended on Tehrannis and the warlock, demanding to see the woman who now lay motionless on the bed. Chaos reigned once more. Tehrannis managed to waken Leahalani enough to press her hearthstone into his hand. "go!" He whispered.
Thinking she was being rescued, Leahalani did as directed and numbly activated her stone. She appeared in her home inn with relief, Tehrannis materialized seconds later. He swept her into his arms, seeing she was still not truly conscious and fled for the boat to Auberdine. Once safely there, he laid her upon the floor of a room. Leahalani became more alert and though her head pounded, she smiled intending to thank him.
Tehrannis frowned down upon her. "I am sorry." He whispered and hit her hard once more. Darkness claimed the huntress again.
Leahalani was so fully embelled in the darkness of her mind and pain that she did not revive again till Jettblack softly called to her. Her eyes fluttered open and fear filled her heart as Jettblack hovered over her body. The sudden change in Jettblack's face, to red eyes and fangs caused a squeal of fright from the elf as she attempted to roll away. Seized firmly, the fangs sank into her neck and though Leahalani struggled she could not dislodge the stronger woman. She then, ceased wanting to. Waves of pleasure swept over her and Leahalani's struggles gave sway to soft moans of pleasure.
Tehrannis stood by, wide-eyed. He pleaded with his mistress to remember that this was an elf. But Jettblack did not answer him until she had drained Leahalani to the point of life but no more. Leahalani lay back pale and unmoving on the cold damp stone. Leahalani tried to call out to Danaan but she had little strength.
"Tell .. Maevrim... can... elven.... blood." Unaware her lips moved in life, Jettblack was at her side immediately. Jettblack softly pushed hair from the huntress face. "Tell me that again?" But the elf had fallen deeper into a state of unconsciousness.
Jettblack spoke with Tehrannis for a some time. Leahalani registered very few words. When at last, Jettblack lay down to slumber, Tehrannis moved to her side once more. He stared in horror down at the pale young huntress. Her skin was cold to his touch and it seemed she barely breathed. But Jettblack's choice had insured that Leahalani could not reach her husband in their frail bond. Tehrannis worked quickly, using druidic magics he enspelled the huntress to rejuvenate her blood.
His choice, gave her strength. When she awakened, unsure of if she could trust the Ambassador, she gave Danaan what help in finding her she could. She knew she was in a cave. There seemed to be no life. And there were weird stones with glowing middles. It was not much, but it was all she could tell him. Why Tehrannis had not brought the guild to her side, she did not know. When questioned in soft whispers so that Jett could not hear. He merely shook his head and glanced at Jettblack. Apparently, to assist her was to betray what he had worked so hard for.
Tehrannis pulled Leahalani into his arms and curled his body about hers that she might have warmth. Too tired from ordeal of being drained so completely, a headache from the blows, she sank back into darkness. She would worry about what to do when she awoke once more. Later, she opened her eyes to see Jettblack looking at her once more. Jettblack's eyes widened in surprise to see the alertness and awareness in the huntress' eyes. Tehrannis still slept, one arm protectively around Leahalani. The realization that the Ambassador had healed the elf flickered in the Blackwidow's eyes. There was no mistaking the calculation in the young huntress' eyes.
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Danaan
Sworn to Darkness
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Danaan had been in contact with Leahalani when she was in the abbey and studying. After completing some tasks that were needed for his newer attire, he had tried to contact Leahalani, but recieved no reply. He had immediately alerted Keruptis and begun a search for his wife.
Due to the connection he and Leahalani had, he could sense the general direction and area she was in, but with no immediate details. He could already tell she was no longer near stormwind. He decided to take a griffon to Ironforge, since he needed something from there and he believed she might be there as well. After securing the last item he needed he began to franticly run around Ironforge and was able to find Jettblack, with tehrannis and Leahalani. The others he did not know, but he tried to register what faces he could incase he saw them again.
He had challenged Jettblack and she had said Leahalani was taken for protection that Keruptis could not offer. He growled back a retort wondering if it was imprisonment she was after. He was outnumbered and thoroughly outclassed by those present. He had to step aside, but as he did so he alerted all who could listen to what had happened. A search for Leahalani went underway by Thelesar,Ivyssa,Chiabella, and himself. They began to follow the vague trail they found. Danaan arrived in darkshore and could only get the sense that Leahalani had been taken southward, he asked Thelesar to check astranaar while he went to Stonetalon peak.
Both of their searches came up empty. He then went to Astranaar to await thelesar's return and was able to get word to maevrim about what had happened to Leahalani at the same time. He was contacted fairly shortly afterwards by Leahalani who felt stronger through their connection. She was able to only tell him she was in a cave with no life. There were strange rocks with a light in the center of them. He would relate this to Thelesar and their search would begin in earnest, he had heard of a cave similar to that. He would not leave his wife in the hands of one who fed on others if he could help it. Many foolish creatures lives were ended when they tried to challenge his journey through wilderness. |
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| A New Beginning |
[May. 28th, 2006|08:10 am] |
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This is the series of posts that began to change Leahalani |
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| The Rock |
[May. 28th, 2006|08:08 am] |
Leahalani sat looking at the rock. It lay still and quiet in her hands. She frowned at it and then looking around to see if any could see, she called to it once more. It lay, still and quiet in her hands. Maybe Tehrannis was right? Maybe when Nelerath had kicked her in the head, he had done damage? She rubbed the back of her had thoughtfully.
She reached back to toss the rock into the bay. But just as suddenly, she dropped her hand back into her lap staring at it once more? What had compelled her last evening? Was the rock enchanted?
She tried hard to remember.
She had been outside the Inn in Menethil about to head for the boat to Auberdine when she had felt her pack shift on her back. She had ignored it at first but then she had been certain there had been movement. She had tossed her pack to the ground only to hear a muffled, "hnmmmmf"
Leahalani had jumped back staring at her pack. With her sword, she had carefully opened it and saw the rock. It had sparkled with light and then said. "What did you do that for?"
Leahalani stared at the rock laying in her hand, that was still and quiet. It had not been a dream. She knew it had spoken last evening. The more she concentrated, the more she could remember. It had told her that Chiabella was in trouble in Stormwind. Despite the fact she had just left there, the next thing she knew, she was back on the griffin winging back towards Stormwind. She didn't remember deciding to go. She didn't remember walking to the griffin. The only thing she remembered was the rock's incessant chatter. It had told some ludicrous story about being a captain on a boat that the Paladin, Yearus or something like that, had been on. She didn't remember much else until landing in Stormwind.
She had ran through the trade district as if wolves nipped upon her heels. The rock still telling it's story about how it had been turned into a rock and it was connected to the Paladin that had chucked it at her. She also didn't remember putting that rock in her pack though she remembered dodging it? She had turned to head into the mage quarters and practically ran into Chiabella and Ivyssa. They stood faced off with Elvorn and the dark rogue she had seen falling Masysuki about. Elvorn had turned on her, to do damage. But Ivyssa had intervened and told her to fetch Thelesar.
It was then, she had even less memory. She remembered running to guide Thelesar. She remembered the rock demanding she hold it and she had stopped her frantic flight to do so. She remembered being back at the bridge and the rock demanding she described what she saw. And then, she remembered Chiabella asking how she came to be there?
She had answered Chiabella and even as it had left her lips, she had realized how ridiculous it sounded. "A rock bid me to come." The next thing she remembered, she was once more in her bed in Astranaar. She had no memory of what had ended in Stormwind. She had no memory of returning home.
She stared at the rock that lay in her hand, still and quiet once more. "Hello?" She called once again. She reached back to toss it into the bay. But, as before, she found she could not do it. She wrapped it gently in linen and put it in her pack. She got up to head for Stormwind and paused with confusion?
Why was she here? What had she been doing? She looked around, concerned for she did not remember how she came to stand there. Shrugging, she headed once more to catch a boat. |
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[May. 28th, 2006|08:04 am] |
Leahalani had worked her way through Darnassus after her informant had told her had seen Chiabella pass by the bank. She had been about to give up, heading for her favorite spot at the temple when she stopped in disbelief. There, hidden in the garden was Chia and another. She waited till their backs were turned, catching on small glimpse of conversation about demon and danger, and then snuck amongst the bushes. Then, she listened.
Chiabella inhaled deeply, pausing to consider the information before continuing, "What else did you learn?"
For a moment, the Paladin did not answer but instead fumbled through the bushes. He then leaned over and whispered something to Chia. Leahalani grew uncomfortable but she dared not move. Suddenly, Yaerius pulls something from his pocket and whips it straight at the Kaldorei's head. Leahalani barely dodged it in time. Knowing she was discovered she stepped forward boldly.
Chiabella looked at her in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
Leahalani answered. "Looking for you!"
The paladin eyed her suspiciously. "If you're a friend, why are you spying on us?"
Leahalani gave him back just as suspicious of glance. "I am cautious of chia's friends..many are not nice." Her tone was matter of face. Leahalani took a breath, for she knew she was on very thin ground.
While the paladin and Leahalani exchanged words, Chiabella watched Leahalani very closely, eyes unblinking. Leahalani made sure her hands were well away from sword or bow.
The Paladin was having none of her tone nor manner. "What reassurances can you offer that you are not one of those....not nice...friends?" He pressed, suspicious filled the air.
Leahalani thought quickly. It was obvious from what little she had picked up, that they discussed Redina. She sifted through the information she had gathered from Stormwind in her time in the temple even as she answered him. "I owe chia a life debt.."
The paladin began to answer, but Chia interupted him. She spoke very slowly and cautiously, "What. are. you. doing. here?"
Leahalani was thinking quickly now. "I have come to warn you."
The paladin turned to Chiabela. "You recognize this one?"
Both women ignored him. Their eyes were locked, one with another. "My sources of information tell me that there are templars that would see the one who accompanied you with the huntress dead as heretic." It was truth, expounded upon but truth nonetheless. It was also a weakness Leahalani knew she could exploit. "I spend a great deal of time in the temple.. working against an enemy order.. I happened along this conversation."
The paladin raised his hand to still Leahalani's words. His imperious manner made her wish to reach for her bow. "Shh...wait. Chia. Carefully now. Tell me the Hunter's name."
Leahalani could not believe he had dared to 'shhh' her but held her tongue as it was to her benefit to appear friend.
Chiabella shook her head in confusion, "Why would the Templare's have any interest in him at all?"
The paladin's tone took a gentle edge."Just as before. I can verify this at the top."
Leahalani smiled for her quick thinking had seized on one piece of information and had not only saved her neck but kept her in the conversation. The paladin's next words surprised her greatly.
"Chia...this is part of what I've come to tell you about."
Leahalani stood wide-eyed as the conversation left her completely. Her few words brought forth a pandora of information. The Paladin told Chiabella of an event where Redina had nearly killed off half of the Paladins present. He would have killed them all had some woman named Deimea not been present.
Chiabella became more upset, accusing the same woman of being the cause and of meeting a man in Ironforge in black. She shared that this woman had arranged that Chiabella be killed. Leahalani wondered how Chiabella stood breathing with so many after her head.
As the two talked of matter, Leahalani did not understand, it became clear that Chiabella would be here with this man for some time. A plan formed in her head and she slowly smiled. Leahalani spoke, interupting their conversation. "Milady, I will leave you now. this is not a matter for my ears..." Leahalani bowed with respect.
Chiabella nodded to her. "Be safe and thank you." She bowed in return.
The paladin looked at Leahalani firmly, his gaze boring into her.
"Next time, don't hide in the shadows. At your season...they can't protect you."
Leahalani was forced to smile. "Thank you for the warning." She walked out of the garden with purpose. Finding herself a ledge in the sun, where she could watch the entrance of the garden. She thought long and hard. Slowly, the plan cemented. She would not hide in the shadows, she would stand brazenly in the sun as Chia was taken into captivity. |
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| A place to begin. |
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