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[Bryelle Vaughn]

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It was time. Finally all of her hard work was beginning to pay off. She had earned the respect of her superiors. Now she needed to make peace with her soul. She had always tried to live with as little ties as possible. Ties slowed you down, made you weak and in times of war could very easily be used against you. Soren was the only such tie she actually had and that was not a topic she would cover tonight. She had been so close to losing her temper in the tavern this eve. She saw his hand on his dagger and knew Xana was doing her best to mediate. That was why she walked away. Upsetting the relationship with the Gypsies was not something she wished to do. It was in Umbra's best interest to strengthen those bonds. Her Grace had been over this. In her right mind Bryelle agreed. But she was not in her right mind now. That was unlike her. She had always maintained control. That was until as of late. Perhaps Oblivions call was increasing it's fervent tone. Perhaps that is why she had been on edge. If that was the case, by weeks end she will have answered it's call with passion and devotion. Or perhaps it was simply a matter of intensity with studies leaking into her moods. Whatever it was, it was growing, feeding and knawing at her patience.

Bryelle wrapped her hands on each of her elbows and stared into the night sky. Things were about to drastically change for her.
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Ariana Lenoir[3:53 pm] She has all the subtlety of a rampaging elephant.

[Bryelle Vaughn]

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Bryelle stood with her back to the forest. Stretching out her muscles she spread her arms behind her and locked her wrists together. The familiar cracks and pops made her give a small sigh. It must have been a good 15 minutes of just listening to the sounds of the insects scurrying along looking for their next meal, and the rustle of the leaves as the birds careen through them, before she opened her eyes. Settling her gaze on the pond in front of her she slowly discarded the long black cloak she now religiously wore as a second skin. Her black barbed leather gloves followed the same path of the cloak landing on a nearby rock jutting out of the soft green grass. Soft. She wondered if she would soon be able to tell the difference between soft and hard, smooth and grainy. Would she be able to feel the breeze of the night air on her face? Those were just the beginning of what was flooding her mind. Mindlessly she unstrapped her sleeves and deposited them next to the gloves and cloak. Bending down on one knee she cupped her hands and dipped them into the cool water. Ripples filled the once calm surface. Ripples of her decisions, that is what she was dealing with now. Death was a natural step. It was the only logical choice for her. In that there was only acceptance and something akin to excitement flowing freely in her veins. So much so that her body hummed with vibrations she had never before experienced. Her fingertips tingled and even the roots of hair knew there was something going on. With that thought she removed her Mempo and for the first time in years she let her brown hair billow and curl in the wind currents. Something she only did when she was completely alone, her hair had grown so long that the very tip easily licked the bottom of her backside. Bryelle took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out and the question of whether or not breathing would be an experience she would have any longer grazed across her mind.
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Ariana Lenoir[3:53 pm] She has all the subtlety of a rampaging elephant.

[Bryelle Vaughn]

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Magus Izrem had answered her questions. It was a matter of days now. Clutching the ruby necklace tightly in her hand at the base of her throat she looked out the windows of the Manor. Houses on three sides and a mountain on the last, it was just another form of cage. That was what this body was, a cage. Something to tether her. It was a form of control. And control of herself was something she treasured. He had told her to experience what was left of her mortal life, not quite in those words but that was the gist of it. And starting tonight she intended to, fully. A wicked smile spread across her lips. What do you do when you have but one week of mortality left and no fear.... Anything you damn well want to.....
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Ariana Lenoir[3:53 pm] She has all the subtlety of a rampaging elephant.

[Bryelle Vaughn]

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A little over 24 hours. That was all that was left of this life. The past week had been so hectic with the declaration of martial law, the creation of the Umbran Dominion, and everything else in between. She really hadn't had much chance to allow her thoughts to wander over the change that was about to take place. She was anxious yes, not nervous, not scared. The sooner her death occurred the sooner she could on with the rest of her "undeath". Never in her life had she experienced a lack of patience. Not until now. Quickly and without warning she felt the emotions begin to bubble up just beneath the surface. Some it was directed at her still missing charge. And some of it had absolutely no direction at all. Either way, anger, cruelty, impatience, and a severe wish to dismember anything in sight grabbed a hold of her and held. Walking back through the door of the Manor she channeled that frustration into one punishing blow into the main room wall. withdrawing her knuckles from the newly formed crater in the stone she watched as blood poured freely from her gloves. Sliding her left glove off she moved her fingers, a cruel smile forming ear to ear. Time to find another worthy recipient, the wall really hadn't deserved such torture.. but she was sure she knew who did....
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Ariana Lenoir[3:53 pm] She has all the subtlety of a rampaging elephant.

[Bryelle Vaughn]

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She had searched for the girl high and low. She KNEW where she was, it was just a matter of time before actually finding her there. At the moment, time was not something she could spend on this venture. She would come back after, when she was sure someone would be about whom she could "convince" to tell her where she was. For now she would leave it be. With the ebb and flow of emotion and energy in her veins she instead traveled to Ilshenar. It had been a long time since she had been there. A hunting expedition when she was still green to these parts, to her family of the skull, the Umbra. And she had had her parts handed to her on a silver platter by a variety of creatures then. It had only taken seconds to end up flat on the ground.

That was far from what happened now. Bryelle slashed through BlackThorne's Castle much easier than she had the wilds of Ilshenar so many moons ago. And with her family of the skull around her, Those in the Umbran Dominion, she unleashed some of her emotion. Whether anyone in the group knew the torrent she was experiencing was debatable. And it really didn't matter, it was going to be over soon. Touching the necklace at the base of her throat, Bryelle began counting down the hours to her death.....
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Ariana Lenoir[3:53 pm] She has all the subtlety of a rampaging elephant.

[Grignag]

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Izrem kept an eye on Bryelle where ever she went. When she was nearby he observed her behavior. When she left he made note of where she went. She was most likely unaware that the enchantments on the soul stone fragment on the necklace allowed him to observe where she went and what she was up to. A useful little piece of technomancy he had acquired from the vampiric technomancer Drayek long ago.
It had been a long time since a wraith had been produced by the Order. At least one with free will. He had monitored her growth closely to make sure she was everything the Order needed her to be.

And she was becoming exactly that.

The red gem around her neck twinkled with the parts of her that made her who she was. The darkness that grew within her due to her errant charge only served to strengthen the impression on the gem. As the eldritch runes carved into the gem began to flare Izrem knew the time was at hand. The sum total of who she was, now recorded and impressed upon what was soon to be the vehicle of her soul. He looked to Morn Cirith and willed the entropic wards that surrounded the place to burn hotter, a paradoxical chill seeping into the very stone of the building.

"You shall die, Bryelle Vaughn... and you shall rise once more. Forevermore. And never shall any power silence the beautiful and silent song of Oblivion in your soul."
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Femmies?! HOWAH!

Can't we all just get along? No? Excellent.

[Bryelle Vaughn]

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More than once he had asked if she was prepared. More than once she replied, "I am." More than once he had said, "No, You are not." All of those times he was right. Willingly she had given herself over to Oblivion. And yet it was not wholly Oblivion just yet. As Izrem had once said, it is final. It most certainly was. The night had gone by in slow motion or so it seemed. She had sat before her Brothers and Sisters while the Herald recited his pieces. Words of wisdom, words of honesty. The Entropic Poem did not lie. Each line was a prophecy itself. And each line was the truth. There was something coldly comforting in that fact. In perfect Unison, Izrem spoke different words of power. Words she did not understand. And in a split second her body was slipping away. No longer her own, it faded quickly and painfully until she was naught but a crippled mass within the chair in the center of Morn Cirith.

As is typical when time is playing tricks on you minutes, not the hours it felt like, passed before her conciousness stirred once more. Her thoughts fogged and congested like a haze over Trammel in the mornings, she could not focus. Her eyes seemed to blur and her hands and feet felt disconnected from her body. Inch by inch it felt as if her pieces were trying to patchwork themselves together as if she were a vapor quilt. The Patchwork quilt got stitching however when Magus Izrem ressurected her. A scream tore through the building rattling the walls and causing instant pain to those who could hear it. Death met existance in one final act and the patchwork quilt that she was became visible.
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Ariana Lenoir[3:53 pm] She has all the subtlety of a rampaging elephant.