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Post by micaylah on Aug 31, 2008 10:24:54 GMT -5
An evil smile played across Kalri's lips at her father's words to her. Finally! A new "friend" to play with. Anticipation in her grew and the black mist she was trying so hard to control, slowly began to recede back to just snaking through her fingers. 'Thank you Daddy!' she said to him as thoughts of playtime starting drifting in and out of her mind. She did not care whether or not the Rider carried secrets of the Varden. If, during the course of their...time together...she revealed any secrets that was fine. However, Kalri's focus was not to retrieve any such information. It was to practice the skills of the dark arts her father had taught her. Skills that she was finally beginning to master.
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Post by Tismri on Aug 31, 2008 13:50:55 GMT -5
Jeriah nodded in agreement. She closed her eyes, and now a single tear, shining like the priceless diamond on her finger, rolled slowly down her face. She spoke with Oranthor quickly, only showing him her intentions now.
Goodbye, old friend, she told him, now completely separating all connection between the two of them. As their bond was sliced off, Jeriah heard Oranthor roar in agony at her descision. It was the most mournful sound anyone could ever have heard, loud enough to shake the city.
Jeriah looked at the ring on her finger. All this is for you, Lathem, she thought, I love you so much.
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Post by caleb on Sept 1, 2008 23:59:49 GMT -5
Caleb had followed his friend to the castle, hoping that he wasn't correct in his thoughts. "Balvir, she can't just give herself up." Caleb told his dragon. Balvir felt bad for his Rider, he knew that Caleb liked Jeriah as more than a friend, but couldn't do anything to ease Caleb's mind. "I'm sorry Caleb, but she can do as she pleases, and if this is what she thinks she has to do, then she's going to do it." Balvir told him. Caleb knew his dragon was correct, but he wasn't happy about it none the less. Caleb arrived at the castle and looked into a window. He saw Jeriah standing there talking to the King like nothing was amiss. "Thverr stenr un atra eka horna." Caleb said. All at once the conversation came flooding to him. "Balvir, she's sacrificing herself to save Lathem!" Caleb screamed with his mind.
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Post by Tismri on Sept 2, 2008 15:47:43 GMT -5
Jeriah had to keep from snapping her head to the side at the familiar presence nearby. Caleb. Her first true, close friend among the Varden. The guy who had become like an older brother to her. The first one who approached her, not to train her or to give her some kind of order or give her a weird prophesy about her and Lathem; he simply wanted to be her friend, to comfort her. She didn't dare open up any kind of connection to him right now, but thought to herself, What are you doing here, Caleb?
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Post by caleb on Sept 2, 2008 18:00:09 GMT -5
"Balvir, we have to do something." Caleb said frantically to his dragon. Caleb listend to Jeriah and the King talk, and his heart grew heavy everytime that Jeriah said her life for his. Caleb was determined to not let it happen. There was a tear growing in the corner of his eye as the conversation ended.
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Post by Backabuth on Sept 2, 2008 19:45:46 GMT -5
A knock on the door aroused Lathem from his miserable sleep. He had left Jeriah a couple days ago to resume his position as King Galbatorix's vessel, leaving Jeriah in search of a way to free him from his terrible oath. He sluggishly got up from his sleeping couch and opened the door slowly, a guard's face appearing before him. Lathem recognized him as a guard that he had become more friendly with than the others. The guard, Tanher's, face was stern, a slight yearning settling in his eyes. Lathem squinted his eyes at him and set his mouth into a hard line. "Tanher?" Tanher's face turned into a stone wall, no emotion what so ever on it besides his eyes. "Sir Lathem, You have been requested by all mighty, King Galbatorix. I suggest you come at once." Lathem laughed menacingly. "And if I don't?" A memory of when he first revealed Zamah played out in his mind. As if on cue, Zamah said, Be careful, little one.Lathem sent Zamah a mental picture of him slicing Tanher in half, Zamah's response a mighty roar considered a laugh. A sneering smiled appeared on Lathem's lips a raised eyebrow making Tanher tense. "Then I must arrest you." The emotion in his eyes disappeared, an unbreakable barrier taking it's place. Lathem smiled, his sneer getting bigger by the second. "You think you could arrest me?" Lathem laughed again. Tanher's eyes shot daggers at Lathem's. "But since you are so much more friendly than most soldiers," Lathem mocked, "I will come." Lathem brought his sword to him by a word in his mind and latched it onto his waist, keeping his hand on the hilt. Tanher relaxed slightly and stepped aside, his knuckles turning white at how hard he was gripping his sword. Lathem mocked him by walking slowly and closed the door, keeping his eye on Tanher the whole time. Tanher gritted his teeth and looked away, a drop of blood running down his lip. Lathem put on his sneer smile again and started walking casually down the street towards Galbatorix's castle. As soon as they were out of sight of the citizens of Uru-baen, Lathem felt the prick of a sword against the back of his neck, sending chills down his spine. Lathem tensed and turned around to face Tanher. His teeth gritted, he said, "Don't touch me." Tanher sneered, imitating Lathem. All respect for the guard disappeared from Lathem's mind, his face turning stony. Lathem walked faster, trying to loose Tanher, and quickly appeared before the throne room. Without hesitation, Lathem pushed the doors open, the sight before him sending another set of chills down his spine, this time going throughout his whole body and not leaving. A strained and raspy response to the sight escaped his chapped lips. "Jeriah."
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Post by Trinn on Sept 2, 2008 21:05:58 GMT -5
Galbatorix drummed his fingers against the arm rest of his throne, waiting for Lathem to arrive. Eventually, the boy slipped through the doors and into the room. "Ah, Lathem! You have a very special guest." With an evil grin, he pointed at Jeriah. "This girl is going to give her life for your freedom." Allright, Kalri. You may step forward now. He told his daughter, then continued speaking. "Because I am such an honorable king, I will uphold the bargain she made with me." His black eyes turned to look at the window, where he sensed another presence. I need to get rid of that window. Too many unwanted visitors sneaking through it. "Don't worry, Lathem. She won't die immediately. Kalri here is going to extend her life for just a little bit." His grin turned into a humorous, malign smile.
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Post by Tismri on Sept 2, 2008 21:21:11 GMT -5
Jeriah's heart quickened at the sight of her love. She offered Lathem a small smile.
"I told you I would find a way to free you, love," she told him mentally, an odd mix of joy and sorrow on her face. She turned back to Galbatorix and saw the girl who came in. She paid very little attention to her. To the false king, she said, "Now, uphold your end of the bargain. Release him from his promise in the Anceint Language." She felt for Caleb nearby, feeling his determination to keep her from dying.
"Don't do it, Caleb," she said, daring to connect with him, "It's my one chance to free Lathem."
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Post by micaylah on Sept 2, 2008 21:59:01 GMT -5
Stepping out from behind the throne, Kalri looked at the people gathered in the room. The golden fires danced happily in her brown eyes as her long brown hair flowed behind her. The black magic writhed in and out of her fingers and curled around her arms. Nearing her father she put her hand upon his face, “Thank you Father.” She said as the words left an evil smile upon her face. She looked as if she were gliding as she gracefully walked over to where Jeriah was. Holding her arm out to Jeriah, her hand held as if ready to grasp something, the black magic reached out lifting her into the air as it snaked around her throat. With her other hand she waved summoning the table from near the wall to the center of the room. Lifting Jeriah through the air by the magical hold, she threw her on top of the table and bound her with more of the magic so that she was unable to move and barely to breath. As she walked to Jeriah, she looked at the others in the throne room. She loved to see the looks on peoples faces as she was allowed her “playtime”. As Jeriah lie bound Kalri looked down upon her. “I think perhaps the old ways would afford us more time to play my pet!” She reached down to the dagger sheathed on her thigh and drew it up to her. Looking at it lovingly, she ran her finger over the blade, cutting it slightly. Smiling she opened Jeriah’s shirt enough to expose her heart. Using her bloody finger she traced a heart upon the girls chest. Grasping the dagger, she cut just enough to open the top layers of the skin by the girls collar bone in the shape of a Y, extending the cut down the middle of her chest. Delighting as the blood began to run crimson over the white of her skin, she bent down low to smell the blood. The excitement she felt caused her to take on an insane look as she traced her fingers through Jeriah’s blood. Lifting the finger to her mouth she tasted the blood then returned her attention to her task. Putting the dagger aside, she let the black magic once again encompass her, she reached out to Jeriah and using the magic peeled the skin back from the muscle. “You are in fine physical shape,” she said to the girl as she examined her work. “Not much fat at all. Well shall we see what is under here?” The black magic snaked as it grew, pulling the layers of muscle apart to reveal Jeriah’s beating heart, the ribs cracked and gave way to the black tendrils as they reached into her chest. “So this is what love looks like? It doesn’t seem like much. So frail. So fragile. Well if you give your life for this one then I think it only fitting that he holds your heart as well.” She began laughing insanely as the black tendrils wrapped themselves around Jeriah’s heart and lifted it from her chest. Holding out her hand the magic returned to her and placed the heart of the girl in her hand. Kalri walked to Lathem and placed the still beating heart into his hand. “Here you go boy. I think it fitting that you should have the heart of the one who loved you.” The fires glowed brightly in her eyes as she spoke. Her voice delighted at the look upon his face. She returned to the throne, standing beside her father she placed her hand upon his shoulder. “How was that Daddy?”
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Post by Tismri on Sept 2, 2008 22:11:00 GMT -5
Jeriah stared staight ahead as Kalri tortured her. She felt pain. So much pain. Yet she refused to cry out, scream, or whimper. This was the price to free her love. Unable to move as Kalri did her gruesome work, Jeriah accessed her magic and allowed one final song to take over. It was loud and clear, and all present could hear it. It told of her entire life, from growing up on the farm, to Oranthor hatching for her, to meeting Lathem, to going to Eoam, finding out what had happened to Lathem, joining the Varden, finding Lathem again after a year, Lathem's proposal, and now her willingness to die for her love. As her eyes grew dim and sounds stopped, her body becoming ridged, one final thought followed her to death. Hardly enough strength to get it out, barely a whisper, Jeriah said, "I love you, Lathem." With that, Jeriah, Rider of Oranthor for the Varden, died.
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Post by Trinn on Sept 2, 2008 22:15:21 GMT -5
At the end of Kalri's "play", Galbatorix was grinning from ear to ear. His daughter had grown into a fine woman indeed! Such control she showed! And the cuts! Not at all messy. And the girl rider, why, she was sure to have suffered much from Kalri's attention! The strange song was tribute to that. Ah, the song. While the girl had sang, Galbatorix had been rather encompassed by it's story. However, at the end, all he cared about was that the rider was dead. "My daughter, you have made me proud this day!" He said in a booming voice. Standing, he went to his daughter and put an arm around her shoulders. "I should let you have my prisoners more often!" Suddenly remembering his part of the bargain, Galbatorix released Kalri and turned to Lathem. "A dea's a deal." Sucking in a deep breath, Galbatorix closed his eyes and, in a slow motion, brought his hand's together. In his mind, words of the ancient language surged through his head, forming a complex spell. As he thought the last word, he pointed a finger at Lathem's heart. A bolt of black magic shot forward and struck the boy in the chest, where it then spread across his whole body. The black magic slowly faded, and when all traces of it had vanished, Lathem was free of all oaths he had ever sworn to the King.
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Post by caleb on Sept 3, 2008 10:52:54 GMT -5
Caleb watched as Jeriah was tortured. He was crying so hard that he couldn't even see. When Jeriah sang her song, it was so beautiful that Caleb would never forget it. He also heard her last words, "Lathem, I love you.". This enraged Caleb that Lathem would allow Jeriah to give up her life for his freedom. "Lathem, I blame you for this. You don't know who I am, but we'll meet soon enough." Caleb said with his mind. Caleb jumped through the window and grabbed Jeriah's body before anymore harm could come to it. He quickly sealed the wounds that Kalri had made, then called upon Balvir and they flew into the distance.
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Post by micaylah on Sept 3, 2008 11:12:57 GMT -5
(OOC: lol ya forgot her heart dude)
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Post by Tismri on Sept 3, 2008 13:56:08 GMT -5
OOC: it's okay, Mica! I'll grow a new one. lol!
Marola had to leave the room. She felt as if she were about to throw up. She had expected that they would kill the girl quickly, or maybe send for a torturer. She had never expected what she just saw. She had no love for the Varden. They were the rebellious traitors who killed her father. But this...no, she couldn't bear the thought. And the gilr was so young! She couldn't have been older than sixteen!
Rauthr tried talking with her. You said to me once that the Varden deserve whatever fate they get.
I know, she told him, But no one deserves such a fate as that. Even a rabid dog deserves better! Marola leaned against the wall and slowly lowered herself to the ground, concentrating on keeping herself from retching all over the floor.
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Elva had less success than Marola did. All he food left in her stomach was spewed across the floor at the sight of Jeriah's torture and death. After she recovered, she banged her fist against the wall.
"Why did she do it?!" she screamed into the air, "She knew she was going to die! She knew it was going to be horrible! Why? Why?! WHY?!" She clenched her teeth and stared ahead. "What does she find in that guy that makes him worth dying over?"
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Post by Trinn on Sept 3, 2008 14:10:06 GMT -5
Stunned, Elaine sank to the floor where she stood, her eyes staring wide, unblinking. The mirror, which had shown the whole scene of the torture, was now blank. Only Elaine's reflection stared back. She was horrified, stunned. Jeriah's song had been potent evening across the scry, and through it, Elaine understood why the girl did what she did. For long minutes, Elaine just sat and stared, trying to come to terms with what she had just watched. A human hart being removed from a live body. The way it pulsed in someone's hand, the girl who had tortured Jeriah. At the thought of this person, Elaine suddenly leapt to her feet. "Elva!" She nearly screamed. "Did you hear all of that! Galbatorix! He has a daughter. Kalri!" With shaking hands and a rolling stomach, Elaine made her way to the door. She skirted the vomit that Elva had released, then ripped open the door and ran recklessly down the hall. Elaine, you must calm yourself! Tears were flowing down her cheeks now, and Elaine was half blinded. Still, she new the castle like the back of her hand.
No time to be calm! Everyone must be warned. We need to prepare a funeral for Jeriah. We need to KILL GALBATORIX! Coming to Nasuada's corridors, she pushed past the guards at the door. They stared at her incredulously, but didn't object. Ripping open the door, Elaine rushed into Nasuada's room. The varden leader stared at her in alarm, her dark eyes wondering. "Jeriah is dead."
"What? What did you say?" Elaine blinked, her breath coming hard.
"I said Jeriah is dead. And Galbatorix has a daughter."
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Weakened by his extensive use of magic, Galbatorix had to take a moment to regain his strength. It was due to this that he could not stop the elf at the window from running off with Jeriah's body. In truth, he didn't care. The girl was dead, her body would be of no use. As his strength returned slowly to his limbs, Galbatorix stood straighter and looked at Lathem, his expression smug.
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