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[Vahn Roughnight]

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"Everything that ment dear to me is gone. She is gone, gone from my life and robbed from me by Poet. Never..I'll never forgive him!" Vahn said as he walked down the dirt path to Vesper.

"Anya is dead, nothing matters anymore. Nothing at all, duty and knightlyhood is nothing if she is dead. Never again shall I wear my armor or use my sword till I decide to. Forever wandering I will be till I die" vahn said to him self as he pasdsed a wandering healer.

"I'll kill you one day for this Poet...one day.." vahn mumbles to him self as he reached the enterence to Vesper.

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A man pushed the doors to the vesper inn open and saw a stranger in a dark grey robe, a black floppy hat, and staff in hand. He had the looks of a warrior but he had no armor nor weapons. The stranger nodded and walked off to a room.

"Ey old man who was that?" the man asked.

"A stranger in alot of pain." the inn keeper replied.

"Huh, what are you talking about?" he asked

"I could see it in his eyes. I felt so sorry for him I let him stay for free." the inn keeper said.

"Well did ya get a name? It's buggin me!" the man asked

"He only told me his first name, he said it was Vahn" the inn keeper replied. He took a sip of ale and started up a new conversation with the man.
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"Concerning martial valor, merit lies more in dying for one's master than in striking down the enemy."

[Anya Noire]

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The time grew near for the staff to be brought and her exchanged for it. She continued to try and fight the lingering thought that her friends, father and lover were against her and wanted to kill her. She knew they loved her...but that agonizing thought kept poking. Before, she knew it..she was standing there next to Jaana ready to be traded off like some tamed animal. She could feel herself freeze as Jaana put an arrow to her head. She kept thinking about how soon she would be with those that she believed loved her. All of a sudden the last thing she heard was No Poet and she felt a splitting headache. After that, everything went dark then grey...her body felt light like a feather. Her steps seemed as if she were on air. She looked around and saw Vahns face...the sadness in his eyes. It took a while before her eyes reached the object of his gaze at his feet. She could not believe it..it was her! What happened? She doesn't remember..the continue of the words No Poet from Vahn..did her father??? No..he wouldn't....would he? Had the voice she heard for nearly a month it seemed ...was it right. Did her father not love her..and wanted her dead? Walter seemed to have stood by and watched...murder..did he want her dead too? The only one seemed to be grieving was Vahn...he looked so sad and lost. She went to touch his cheek but her hand went right through. She wanted to wipe his tears but she couldn't. She suddenly felt so alone as she watched Vahn leave. Then there was a pull..as if someone was beckoning her to them. Perhaps it was Vahn...or her father..maybe he meant to have aimed at Jaana but missed. After all ale drinking does not make a person...target things well. That had to be it..one of them was calling for her...wanting her to come to them. She then followed the pull. Once she arrived at the place, it didn't look familiar to her..it was..dark..it was..No wait...it was someone or thing she never seen before. Why did have a hold of her spirit as he did? Had she went to hell..for something? Was this suppose to be life after death...if so it was nothing like her mother explained it. She had this feeling wash over her as though...she knew this one...but how...why did he want her now..she could sense the anger rising from him.....soon everything once again was darken to her sight.
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For some life is just another day, for others it's a journey awaiting the worthy adventurer.

[Wanaderer]

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In the cool grasses of the enchanted garden ontop of Asur'Herenion the creation called, Rumnim Keress, lies in magical sleep. Ritually bound to the garden. Unable to leave the garden by physical or magical means. The nightmares come to her yet again. She can feel her ankle is chained, the cold bars under her hands, a collar at her throat. Horrific shadows pass from darkened corner to corner. Moans, whimpers and cries of the tortured and forelorn assault her ears. But something is wrong, yes this is where her life started. An experiment, looking for the perfect servial creature, but chaulked up to another failure. She had no family, nothing, death would be soon for her. Her will was her death sentence. What was wrong was one of those shadows was whispering to her. Comforting her, telling her she still had purpose, when the time was right she would be told what she needed to know.

Fading quickly from the magically created sleep, reality came back to her. Everyone could understand her. She was crazed from the poison. Yes the poison. Have to be careful what I say or it will be my death. That was as much a memory as a warning.

Isilmea was there and others, other elves she didn't know except Veryo. Tall silent Veryo, always there as Vahn is. How had they ever come to find her and care for her like this? She didn't and wouldn't deserve it. She had been created to deceive and betray. But it just wasn't in her heart. Rumnim babbled on and on. Trying to warn Isilmea to trust no one and nothing about her with any discovery. Begging to be released so that she would not endanger anyone. She even risked mentioning that her own life would be forfeit at her own hands if she were kept held in such a fashion.

But something made her fall short of giving over anything she could use in such a case. All her reagents, her LRC suit, her staff, her shield...they were all still with her as they tricked her back into that magical sleep to dream again this time of the sacred tree and the comforting voice. The voice so soft and inhuman. Rumnim could feel it was out of place in her dream. But she listened anyways.

[Silent Poet]

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That night had started out with so much fun and promise. The crowd had been very lively at the Garden.

The Minstrels as a group were entertaining their patrons to the limits of their abilities. Poet had seemed in an unusually good mood and had even told stories of his childhood and the days of being part of the clan.

Then a hawk arrived from Vahn.

With sudden clarity of purpose, all the evening's festiveness had faded. Poet had seemed to close up like a fan. There was a coldness that only came over him when he was involved in a blood fued. His pale blue eyes were bottomless in their intensities.

"Cat, I have to go meet Vahn to get Anya. I swear that before this night is done one way or another she will not suffer any more at the hands of that creature. Look for us by the moonlight, we will return by the moonlight though hell may bar our way!"

Poet then slapped his shield with his hand and Buttercup apeared beneath him and then he was gone.

He rode through the town of Skara Brae seemingly lost in thought. Upon arriving at the Community Center he dismounted and strode into the tavern.

There at a corner table was Walter and Vahn.

"Hail Walter. Tis always a pleasure to see thee, although I wish the circumstances were different. I feel better knowing you are there with us tonight."

Walter nodded.

"Vahn, I want ye to know I appreciate ye letting me come along. I know she is thy betrothed, but she is also my daughter. As ye know, I do not suffer harm done to my family lightly."

Vahn nodded and then started as if to speak, but then changed his mind. His eyes went blank as a pigeon landed on his shoulder.

"It is time."

Walter, Poet and Vahn walked outside the tavern. A magical gate appeared and they all stepped through. It was to a deserted and isolated spot, save for a lone glowing rune stone.

Poet cast a gate upon the stone and they found themselves inside a vast keep. There were prison cells nearby and and a ladder leading to the roof.

They all ascended and found Jaana waiting there with Anya.

Jaana spoke with a mixture of fear and confusion in her voice, "Come no further. If you want Anya to live throw down the staff."

Poet said, "No. If you want the staff show us a sign of good faith and send Anya two steps forward."

Jaana notched an arrow and pointed it at Anya's head and said, "No. I do not take orders from you. Throw down the staff, or she dies."

Vahn starts to reach into his backpack, and Poet puts a hand on his arm.

"Not yet, lad. Jaana, send Anya two steps forward and ye can have yuir bloody staff."

Jaana, noticed that Walter had slipped off to the side and was trying to flank her. Then in her apparent confusion she fired a shot at Poet who drew his shield up and parried the arrow.

"This is yuir last warning, lass. Send Anya two steps forward and ye can have the staff."

"If you want your daughter to live, throw down the staff."

There followed a brief exchange of words between Walter and Jaana, and it ended when Jaana placed the drawn arrow upon Anya's chest.

Vahn said, "I cannot take the chance, Poet." He then throws the staff to the ground.

With speed that a man of his age should not have, Poet snatched the staff from the ground.

"Then the negotiations fall to me. Jaana this is your last chance. Have Anya take two steps forward or you will not get the staff."

Jaana replied. "You are a fool. I do not take orders from you. Now, I will kill your daugther."

"I think not..." Poet said in a voice that was almost a whisper.

Poet looked to the heavens and then screamed with a mad celtic rage, "Vas Ort Flam ... Corp Por ... In Mani..."

Suddenly Anya's seemingly lifeless body was on the ground.

"Some father you are, you did my work for me," sneered Jaana.

"Ye know nothing of me or my life. I would rather my child or loved one be struck down by my hand than to see them harmed, defiled, or killed by the likes of you and your kind."

"Now we are at an impasse. You have lost any advantage at bargaining and I still have the staff."

"Walter arrest this woman for attempted murder, and kidnapping."

There ensued a drawn out struggle as Walter and Jaana grappled across the roof. They tumbled down the ladder and disappeared from sight, although the girlish screams of Jaana could have been heard for many leagues.

"Vahn, come to my side, we have much work," and Poet began chanting some arcane words that Vahn was unfamiliar with. Poet's hands began glowing a blue as cold as the frozen lands.

Vahn was mumbling about pain and sadness and loss. Poet looked as if he might strike him, but understood his pain only too well.

"Vahn, ye love my daughter Anya, aye?"

"I did Poet, but you killed her."

"No, I saved her. As long as there are at least two people who love her, we can bring her back. Can I count on ye to help me?"

"Poet, she is dead! You killed her!"

"No, she is only mostly dead. I did this to Maximus once before."

"Poet, how could you kill your daughter."

Poet stops his preparations for a moment and sighs with a world weary heaviness in his voice.

"Vahn, take these things of hers and give them to her when you see her next. She is not lost to us. Now go put those things in your saddle bag"

As soon as Vahn stepped away, Poet poured the contents of his flask on his hands and on his dagger. He then carved an octagram on his palms. He chanted some more and then plunged his hands into Anya's chest and retrieved her heart. He brought it to his lips and kissed it and allowed one tear to escape before standing back up.

He placed the still warm heat that pulsed with life in his empty flask and then sealed it with another spell.

"Come, Vahn, we have much to do. I must find Galnor. He will be able to help us."

Vahn blinked at Poet standing there with bloodied hands and his beard smeared with blood.

He screamed at Poet, "You are insane. I hate you!" Then he ran off.

"Aye lad, insane I may be, but never doubt my loyalty to the protection of my loved ones."

"Come Buttercup!"

Moments later Poet was at the Garden standing under the trees in the moonlight. Cat Lyxen and Gildamar came running down from the tavern.

"We must find Galnor, and now I must become very very deep within my cups."
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"When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell." - John Dryden

[Walter]

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Walter sits patiently at the Skara Brae Community Center waiting for Vahn and Poet to arrive. After a few minutes Vhan and then Poet follows behind him.

Walter says quietly, "Lets get going we don't have much time to waste, you two secure Anya and get her to safety and I will handle the arrest of the kidnapper and the rest from there."

The two nod to Walter and Poet opens the gate and the three appear before Jaana who is mounted with a bow guarding Anya. The negotiations were not going well, Walter saw that Jaana was using Vahn's love for Anya against him. Vahn was to easy to give the staff over, lucky for him Poet kept things from getting any worse by holding the staff himself.

Walter slowly creeps along the side hoping he could get in close enough to atleast grab Anya and sheild her with his body from any arrows but his plan was quickly foiled when he was spotted by Jaana. Seeing the intent in her eyes he knew she wouldn't hesitate to kill Anya so he stepped back quietly to avoid Anya's death. Then suddenly Poet screamed out the magic words and with a ball of flame Anya hit the ground dead. Walter stood there for a moment looking down before he raced after Jaana. After awhile of wrestling her trying to get her to quit resisting the arrest she broke loose and ran. Ran a bit to fast for Walter and he quickly lost her trail.

Walter arrives back at the body seeing Vahn in great dispair as he looked down at her body. Walter stood back by the wall since his job was now over and should not interfere in the griefing of a father and the woman's lover. The one person whom he thought would give him atleast one step closer to the man who started this poison was gone.
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[20:28] Inkari: walter=chuck norris

"What do you mean I can't sell castle deeds I create on Ebay?" - GM Darwin circa 1999

[Wanaderer]

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Finally, an elder that didn't just see the face of an elf, but saw how he must keep it pure, no experiments from unknown places. Rhuma had finally gotten sick of listening to Rumnim's confused ramblings. Or as he said, her whining, odd word for someone that never showed emotion or any form of manipulation before this.
Rhuma let her leave, dared her even to walk out. Rhuma had no idea that every word Rumnim had said was true. She would leave, servive as she could, though he/it would not let her tell him this was the last thing she wanted to do.
Even with the Common language given back to her, she could not get them to understand the severity of her position now. It didn't matter whether she was elven or not. The only thing that mattered now was that she was free so she didn't have to hurt anyone or herself to get free. He/It wanted something from a place that would kill her just from it's taint if she stayed too long. Of course Rhuma didn't know about this ability or curse, but he/it did, that dark figure in her dreams.
Rumnim was hearing that voice now in her head even when awake, which just added to her confusion and her conviction that she had to flee from any place where the cure might be found. Don't let him/it know what they know.
Going to Hanse's and buying what she could with the little gold she had of ale, she got as stinking drunk as possible and then went to the sacred tree she remembered whispering to her. CaramelJaguar found her and said something she didn't catch before he left. No he didn't understand she was going to die over and over trying to set everything right and he couldn't be told. She wasn't able to say it.
After resting a bit she climbs to her feet and goes to the hospital, Molly was resting as were all. This was good. Wandering the quiet halls not being pushed and poked and questioned. Going to the sign board outside she left two messages. A farewell to Molly and an apology to Isilmea to be sent by Molly.
Rumnim would rest in the forest this night and hear exactly how she was to do what she must.
Ilshenar, a dreaded place of evil spots and of pristine spots, her body all but convulsed when travelling through there in pain and sickness.
As sleep over came to her He/It came to her again and told her she knew where to find a Succubus, he needed one heart from it. Rumnim protested, she wasn't powerful enough to take on something like that let alone to get to it alone.
That matter would be taken care of, walk quickly through the entrance, past the undead, deamons, and blood elementals. Your magics are more then strong enough to kills a Succubus. Take the heart and leave, wrap it up and bring it to the southern Luna gate and give it to the man in the green cloak. Ask no questions and say nothing. I will give you your orders after that. Now there's a good pet, see I told you they didn't care who or what you were. They don't even know what an asset they have lost. After you drop of your package you are to go back into the forests and rest. You will have deserve it.
Awaking from her wrestles dreams, feeling hurt and numb at the same time. Rumnim resigns herself to what he/it wants to do. It was powerful magic that needed a succubus heart. Magic like what created herself. What would a succubus heart do to a creation though? Rumnim didn't know, but it had to be fresh. Walking to Luna along the road, avoiding the bandits, she steps into the moongate, resigning herself to this. She was created as a servator, shouldn't she be happy doing what she was created to do? Serving? Walking from the gate near the dungeon she knew had Succubus in it. Quietly approaching, the undead seem to wander away from her randomly, down the stairs, past hellcats, deamons, balrons, and blood elementals alike.
Seeing the Succubus she just starts casting poison, paralyze, mind blast, paralyze, meteor swarm, and on and on until it falls. Blinking feeling drained from everything about her and the magic. Her mana coming back quickly while she works her dagger to remove her gorey prize, wrapping it up in a cloth she carries it from the dungeon. The Succubus had never touched her, in fact nothing touched her except the feel of the taint. She could feel in sinking into her, once by the gate she lost consciousness for a little while.
Awaking Rumnim moves through the gave to Luna. Stopping to pick up gold and a horse she rides to the gate. finding the next courier. She drops her bloodied package into his hand and continues to ride on. Her head against the horse's neck, crying she lets it have it's lead....

[CatLyxen]

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Cat looked around the table at the faces of her friends. Doc Holiday was dealing and the players were waiting for their cards. They were Scribble, Silent Poet and Helvictus. As they played Cat kept stealing glances at Poet. He held his cards and as she looked at Poet she noticed he winced. She asked him what was wrong and he showed his hand to her. It was glowing and looked very painful. He told her he was growing very tired after not sleeping for three days. He can not sleep until the heart of his child Anya is replaced. And in order to bring Anya back the two people who love her the most had to be present.Poet said he was very tired and wanted to go back to the Garden so Cat went with him. Cat helped Poet sit in his chair and gave him his pipe and an ale. She told him she was going out for a while but Tai would be close if he needed anything.
She went to as many taverns and public gathering areas as she could and posted a message to Vahn.
" Vahn Roughknight please contact Cat Lyxen or come to the Garden as soon as possible. If you love Anya , we need your help. We need you to come back and help us to bring your beloved back. Please Vahn."


As Cat returned to the Garden she could hear Tai talking to Poet . Telling him he should stay in his chair and take it easy or Cat would be angry.
Cat came in and Poet looked at her . He sat back down and grinned sheepishly. She offered him more ale and sat down to take care of him with love in her eyes that she didnt think he would ever notice.

[Wanaderer]

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With great sadness that even the sweet whispers of he/it could not make Rumnim Keress forget. She hunted everything she could find about her, buying feed for her horse. Vahn Shino found her at Hanse's. Oh why did she go there.
Leaving there when he went to find someone, Rumnim tried to sneak back wanting only to get more wine. Yes wine to forget what she remembered. Oh the horrors, how typical, how do others live with them? Rumnim only wanted to forget. Listen to the calming voice, perhaps rest without dreams. Sleep with dreams were just reliving the horrors.
This time however, Molly was there and the whispering was telling Rumnim to help Molly free Martin from Asur'Herenion. If Raedyn had not brought that blasted insense that makes one pass out. Rumnim would have been able to gate them out. But it was not to be. They had been captured and returned to the infirmary, bound to the beds with reagents taken.
They took nothing from her. No armor, nor weapons, only her bag of reagents. Rumnim remembered being rudely woken up by water in her face by someone, an elf yes in white. But after that it was all hazy. She awoke tied to the bed alone. A simple flame bolt took care of the ropes, fools. Not hearing anyone down stairs, Rumnim took her horse down. She was wrong the walls were just too thick to hear. There were enough people there to hold her up long enough for her to be dropped by yet more insense. Something really had to be done about that stuff. When she came to an elf and another woman held her in the original room again.

This time they took her armor, but not her staff was still in her backpack. A mage weapon. Now she was chained like before to the bed. Was this going to be her lot? Will he/it consider she has failed him because she didn't help Molly to escape and free Martin? Rumnim feared sleeping. That was the time he took control of her. At least when she was awake she could ramble and maybe someone might catch a clue or pursue something she couldn't because he/it wouldn't let her.

Though Rumnim is sure they now believe there's one creature talking to all. As Molly verified things before a crowd to Rumnim. The whispering voice, the featureless creature in shadows. Oh so many shadows blending together for Rumnim. What was real? What was present? What was past? What was fear?

Rumnim hopes her thought about the poison working like the bond of a plague beast to it's minions, was understood and carried on. She couldn't tell. The woman was too closed off from her. She could have just been listening to her as if she were a mad woman. But wasn't she mad? Mad from the poison? Mad from the memories? Mad from her betrayal of all she held dear in what little she could have called a life. Yes her body was alive, but was she made with a spirit or soul? Rumnim didn't know. She didn't even know if those that created her gave her a name or not. Rumnim Keress wasn't her name it was where the ritual happened. Someone asked if they had been elves. Rumnim couldn't remember if they were or not. Or even who had asked her.

Now lying on the bed waiting for sleep wondering if it would be her last.
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The only stupid question is the question that is never asked. -anon

[Isilmea]

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Aaye Lady LaBelle,

Again I set down with pen and paper to write to you on this illness. This night my Grandfather, Elder to Asur’Herenion, Khyl’Dran did take upon himself with a caring heart to go to the Hospice where the afflicted were. There was able to inter unto their own thoughts in a hypnotic state and had them venture back to the start of this all. It seems that Molly, Rumn and Martin visited a Pub or home on Gauntlet Isle. There they all three partook of wine that had been watered down. My Grandfather sensed they trusted the one whom gave them this tainted wine.

Venturing further my grandfather discovered that this is no illness or disease but a form of mind control on those who drink of this water. It takes the victim into stages that he sensed would in the end render them fully under the control of its maker. The name Shadow was seen many times as was a well of Darkness… a pit with the smell of decay within it and that this pit was located in Gauntlet Isle itself.

Milady it is with grave news that we inform you that it was sensed that these victims are/were being conditioned to be warriors for whom ever has done this. It is strongly suggested that each victim is placed separate from each other thus they can not conspire against those whom would seek to help them. Another suggests would be to take those afflicted to an Island away from Society until this can be solved, as they are a danger. Gauntlet Isle –must- be closed off, as this seems to be the source so far. The waters and wines of all the homes and Pubs on this Isle much be tested.

Also it would be advised to have your Government send out a public notice that no wines, waters, food should be consumed by anyone. This –Shadow- may or could ship this tainted wines to Hanse and to fathom what would happen to the populace if this accrued as many would fall under this mind control and this Shadow raise up an army of Drone’s against us. Asur’Herenion has taken to collecting newly fallen snow in barrels for the Elves to drink and I would suggest your Government do the same.

Tomorrow my Father, Rhama’Locke shall venture to visit Molly where he will go deeper into her thoughts to try to discover more as my Grandfather was interrupted by a Lady Moon and broke the hypnotism he had with Molly. The hour was late and Molly was very tired.

Vanya sulie
Isilmea’Locke
Queen of Asur’Herenion
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[Guest]

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LaBelle rolled the parchment carefully, placing it just forward to herself upon the table. She stared at it a time, her breaths coming rhythmically, but increasing gradually in frequency. She looked up to the closed door of the Paladin meeting Hall, pressing her hands to the table's top she rose slowly, and turned toward the window, approaching it she fixed her gaze out to the stars...and perhaps it was they whom she spoke to...

“Not a poison, not meant then to render ill, and ultimately kill...but to be used for another demise...” She shook her head in disbelief, rendered in awe. “What will be thought to next?” Questioned she, her gaze flitting from one celestial body of light to another. “Were it that I might to understand what moves another to such dastardly a deed...perhaps...” Her words trail along as she turns her attention to the pigeon that arrives to the sill before her. Reaching gently for the scroll tied neatly afoot, her trepidation rising, she unfurls the parchment to read.

“More...” She begins once more to shake her head slowly, rolling the parchment and tucking it into her golden robe. LaBelle appealed once again to the stars, “It would have been too simple for them to have poison us leave us to wither and crumble, no, no, they must not only have us incapacitated, but reign, and condition us.” Reaching into her robe folds, she produces a bit of seed, in the cup of her hand for the setting pigeon. It coos softly as it begins to peck at the seed in her hands. “Ahh mellon, “ turns she to the table once more where the parchment from Isilmea rests, ...”It is overbearing that which you have bestowed upon this Lady, far more has it become than to tend the ill and look after those in need...” Taking a long solid breath, she moves to cross the room and retrieves the parchment, rolling it tightly round in her hands.

As she opens the doors to the elaborate meeting Hall to exit, she turns once more to look out upon the stars, “Drones...hmmmm....” Her eyes close a moment tightly, “To suggest those advices of the Queen elf to the Lord Walter, and to warn those to the meeting this night coming.” She nods firmly to herself. Closing the door softly, she headed down to the Lord Raedyns office to leave him the details to which she had just learned.

Having retired to slumber in the waiting area, curled upon a bed roll, she thought the night through of the absurdity, the malignant intentions, and the plight to which would be taken to see that all affected peoples were freed, and returned to their normal, well places, and peaceful lives...there was nothing other that more concerned her. The series of images accompanying her sleep were rout with fear, engulfed in visions of the undead, hands held before them, their speech not more than a horrified mumble. She turned throughout the night, and as she woke to the morning, the horror and the absurdity of the situation subsided slightly, that she may focus to the tasks at hand involved to enlightening and saving lives.

[Silent Poet]

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Poet blinked again and again at Anya's heart that was until a few moments ago beating in his runic box.

He watches in horror as the heart shrivels and turns to dust.

"Och! My Dove! Ye are lost to me forever!"

With a burdened heart he now was faced with the job of telling his guildmates that their Dove was lost forever.
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"When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell." - John Dryden

[Anya Noire]

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A soft breeze with a scent that Poet would recognize, should he remained long enough, travel through the room he was in. The box soon had a soft yellowish gow. It was warming almost like the hue of a candlelight. A purplish tinted mist seeps out from the box. It would travel about Poet's head, if he is still in the room, soft whispering breeze seeming calling his name. The mist then swirls about and seems to move to the garden part. There is a ghost like figure formed of purpleish and bluish tint standing near the waters edge. The mist left the box swirls about this figure as the water's tint becomes more violet. The mist then settles into the water, that takes on a glow then resumes its natural state before any of this happened. The female ghostly figure is seen smiling as she makes her way into the water as well. Poet would have a dream that night, more like a memory of his night with DeSiree. The warmth that he felt, almost as if it emcompassed him, was the same warmth the mist seemed to hold. Perhaps he would awaken with a warming of his heart and the idea that things will be alright.
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For some life is just another day, for others it's a journey awaiting the worthy adventurer.

[Wanaderer]

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Rumnim's days blurred together, consciousness and sleep didn't seem to be different to her. The whispering came all the time, soothing and telling her how to react to all about her. Chained to the bed in the infirmary with precious little to do but answer question after question. They had mostly stopped poking her though. Often crying softly when she was a lone. At one point, Vahn had come in with an apprentice of his. He'd let slip that many believe Rumnim was the worst effected, and in his words, she was the freak that was acting differently to all the rest. Supposedly she was a walking, figuratively speaking, font of information. Rumnim only knew she rambled, hoping she was giving everyone what they wanted so that they would just go away. She knew no one would come to see her. She'd betrayed too many.
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The only stupid question is the question that is never asked. -anon