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[Starfire]

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Ivory tossed again in her sleep. These nightmares were wearing her down. No one would understand. They already thought she lived a nightmare since she was blind. But, oh little, did they realize what true nightmares were. She woud be sitting quietly listening to the birds and suddenly a touch on her arm. And she calls out but no one answers. Then a sharp pain on her leg, and she cries softly but again no one answers. The dream goes on and on like this. Touches, pains, at random times and locations; she can't escape them. Her dawgs do not alert her; and the ghostly touches continue to come at her from everywhere. And as that nightmare ends...... another takes its place. She is alone, not even her dogs are with her. She can hear nothing; no creak of a sign, no whisper of a wind in the leaves, no animals stirring. She claps her hands thinking she is deaf but she can hear the sound. She feels about her self, and touches..........nothing. She has no bearing, no way to turn, no way to move. She gets down on her hands and knees to feel about her, nothing. There is no variation to the ground. Ivory taps her staff trying to hear an echo........nothing.
Ivory woke up in a sweat. Nightmares, no one could understand her great fear... they could see.
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aka: Tatiana Thorn nee Alexi; Summer Kane; Ivory Skyfire; and others

[Cyrus Skyfire]

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He stood in front of Castle Blackgard. Staring up towards the roof then scanning the battlements for changes that could be made. There where a lot of things he needed to get ready, plans to go over, modifications that where needed, and supply lines that needed to be established.

"We have a chance to break them Lord Winzo" he said turning away from the castle to face the elf that stood at his side.

"If we can force them out of Britain they would never be able to establish another foothold in the city again." He continued, dropping his gaze to the insignia of the Lord Commander that was stitched into Winzo's tunic. Winzo began to melt and reshape. After only seconds a new form stood there, a smirk upon it's face. Cyrus could see nothing of it's face other then its glowing eyes.

"You really think that could be accomplished?" the figure said in a Raspy voice that sent chills up Cyrus's spine. "You failed long ago at that task."

Quickly looking to his left then right, his eyes seeking his guards, he started to call out only to have the words die on his lips. Familiar walls stood on either side of him. Looking forward once again the stranger was gone. In it's place was a desk, Cyrus's desk, a pile of letters scattered upon it. Walking towards the desk he thought the seal imprinted upon them was familiar, reaching down to pick up one of the documents the table suddenly burst into flames. Drawing back his arm to shield his face he could hear laughter.

A woman's laughter. Though it held none of the warmth he remembered in it, instead it was replaced with a touch of cynicism. Lowering his arm he looked back to the inferno that raged on the desk, the smoke began to swirl slightly. Suddenly visions began to take shape in front of him. He couldn't look at them long enough to get a clear picture of any of them but he knew they where his memories. Memories of a time he could never go back to. The laughter rang in his ears one last time, as if to mock him, when just as suddenly the scenes where blown away by the wind.

Falling to his knees he dropped his face into his palms, fighting back the sobs he could feel coming he muttered "I'm sorry.. I never meant for that to happen."

"It's alright dear, your sister and I forgave you a long time ago." His mother said in that tender voice she would use when he fell down and skinned a knee.

Collecting himself took some doing but when he finally looked up his mother and sister where laying on the ground in a pool of blood, the hilt of a dagger protruding from the chest of each. The Fire raging around him glinting off the handles of the daggers, tiny little sparkles of light dancing on each.

"It's almost beautiful.." Cyrus whispered.

He began shaking his head as if to banish what he had just said. Smoke was begining to fill the air, choking, coughing, he tried to yell out a denial though no words would come. Falling forward he lay there staring into his sisters eyes for what seemed hours. He could feel the fire just beginning to crawl up his legs when darkness swallowed him.

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With a start Cyrus sat up. His nightshirt was fully soaked through with sweat, reaching down he began pulling the shirt off. Crumpling it into a ball he tossed it into the corner of the room he'd been staying in. Letting out a soft sigh he fell back onto the pillow. Cyrus brought his arm up across his eyes. "Just a dream.." he muttered.


"You where always weak." His cousin Vian's voice echoed in the small room.

Cyrus Skyfire
Prince of Sanctus

[Jacob Amersyng]

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It was beautiful, possibly the grandest thing he had ever seen. Jacob stood looking into a valley, the trees majestically swaying in the wind, a small rivulet running peacefully. On the banks stood a fine but humble cottage, a small paddock out back with a few sheep milling about aimlessly and a small garden beyond that, fresh and green in the morning light. He is finally home.
The trek down the valley was so comfortingly familiar, the trees, the stones almost calling out to him from their footholds in his memory. He smiled happily. As he approached the edge of the clearing, a small face peered at him from a window and he could just barely make out a joyous shout as the front door burst open and two small figures sprinted towards him, tripping over themselves in anticipation. He laughed heartily as the two small children flung themselves into his outstretched arms, the adoring faces of the dark haired little girl and the pale young boy alight and looking up at him. He kissed them both on the forehead and looked towards the house, smiling at the figure filling the doorway. Herding his children inside as they chatter away at him, he wraps his lovely wife in an embrace that speaks volumes and they kiss deeply.
"It is good to see your face again." She sounds joyful and relieved.
Evening...there is food and laughter and happiness. There are pies, homemade and wonderfully aromatic. Jacob reaches for one, and suddenly it grows a mouth with sharp snapping teeth. He recoils frantically as it bounces its way across the table. He pulls his children away from it as it growls and chomps at everything near it. He is afraid, though he does not know how a pie could be so frightening. Reaching for a cleaver, he raises his arm to destroy the pastry and hears a noise beyond his home. The cleaver falls, slicing the pie in half, destroying it, and Jacob hurries towards the window.
Throwing open the shutters, he gasps in horror. Not here, oh Avatar, not here! His mind races to take in what he is seeing as he instinctually gropes at his waist for the sword hilt, his hand coming up empty. Thirty or more undead soldiers, here, in his valley, racing towards his home. There's no time to send a pidgeon. He hurries his wife and children into the small root cellar behind the house, whispering instructions and trying to console their fears and then rushes back to the cottage, straping on his armor and pulling his sword from it's sheath. They are upon the homestead.
They burst into the cottage, Necromantic utterances on their lips before he has a chance to strike. Great streaks of light bounce off his shield as he swings wildly, there are too many of them. He is overtaken without being able to fell even one of them, and is held captive as his wife and children, tears on their faces and fear in their eyes are lead before him. They are slaughtered like cattle before his eyes with malicious cackles ringing in his ears. He cannot control the screams and sobs as their blood flows upon the floor. His knees buckle and they drop him to the floor, knowing he is no more a threat than a kitten. He crawls towards their bodies as they laugh mockingly.
He is grabbed by the hair, pulled to his feet, more a rag than a man and he looks to the faces around him, suddenly aware he knows these creatures....He sobs again as he recognizes faces of his comrades, the very men and women he has fought alongside of for King and country time and again. Malic and Shalefein hold him between them, undeathly pale and sinister. Cackling madly, Peter stands before him, raises his hand and begins to curse, a great ball of purple light forming at his fingertips spreading towards Jacob
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His screams echo in the room, the bankets balled in his fists, his body contorted and tense, cold sweat pooling around him. His eyes dart wildly around the room, unsure where he is, looking for them. He jumps to his feet muttering "The children...Taka...Oh Avatar...where are they..." he throws open the door, looking into the hallway......and is suddenly confused. It was...a dream? Oh, it must have been, he had no children, no peaceful valley to call his own. Running his hand through his disheveled hair, he shuffled to his study, sitting in the dark mulling the dream in his mind, horrified.
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In service to the body, one performs service to the soul.

[Starfire]

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Ivory sat and yawned in her garden. She was loathe to take a sleeping aid; she needed all her senses about her. But the nightmares..... never had she suffered so before. And they were getting worse. Before she was simply alone, tormented. These dark dreams.... so much worse. She was forced to listen as those she knew were tormented. Even wide awake, Ivory could still hear screams in her head. So much worse to listen to others suffer. Young children, women, men, there was no end to the tortures she heard in her dreams. Ivory did not even want to think about what was being done to elicit such screams, the noises..... Rubbing her arms she sat in the sun and felt no warmth. Ivory tried to think of some potion, some herbal solution to bring peace in sleep, and could think of nothing. If this kept up, she would need to start knocking herself out at night, but that would leave her vulnerable. Others were counting on her to aid them.. and she could not even aid herself.
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aka: Tatiana Thorn nee Alexi; Summer Kane; Ivory Skyfire; and others