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Post by Trinn on Aug 23, 2008 23:06:31 GMT -5
The sharp static charge crackled through the air, and Galbatorix turned his head to the side, expecting to find Nashante standing beside him. Instead, an enchanting youth took her place, white hair flowing down to her back, purple eyes taking him in. In a rush, Galbatorix stood to his feet. Who was this woman? She reminded him of the Seithr. "Are you a messanger for the coven leader Nashante?" he asked a cold, calculating voice. His narrowed eyes continued to stare. He was not afraid. The woman could do nothing to him in such a form.
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Post by micaylah on Aug 23, 2008 23:11:45 GMT -5
Aethelwyne looked into the eyes of Galbatorix with conviction. "I am Aethelwyne. Assassin of the Seithr's coven. I seek your audience." She did not bow to him nor was she impudent. "Nashante oversteps her bounds as High Priestess and I seek to remedy that." She felt Taran's mark upon her chest glow with strength of his love for her. She blocked her feelings from the King but could do nothing to cover the mark or its glow.
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Post by Trinn on Aug 23, 2008 23:21:34 GMT -5
Galbatorix's eyes narrowed even more. So, this was the woman causing him all the trouble. And here she thought to fix her situation. A seed of rage planted itself into his black soul. He only briefly wondered what the glow on her chest was. There were more important matters than an odd tatoo. Taking deep breaths, he calmed himself enough to demand, "Speak quickly." He would hear her words before enslaving her, and her elf lover.
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Post by wiana on Aug 23, 2008 23:23:10 GMT -5
Elianora caught a mistake she'd made and teleported to Furnost. From there, she let the horse lead to his master. (ooc: better?)
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Post by micaylah on Aug 23, 2008 23:29:33 GMT -5
She could sense his rage as he looked at her from behind his narrow eyes. "I have carried out my contracts on your behalf efficiently and without mercy. I have never failed you. That is why Nashante calls on me. Though I align myself to no one. I do keep my word. Nashante brings contract on me and my...friend. I have challenged her to Seithr's Wyrda challenging her right to rule. When I defeat her I shall take over as High Priestess of the coven. I ask that you let us pass through the Empire without threat from your forces. When I lead the coven I will continue the arrangements for services that you have with her. If not...well that is for another time." She stood strong and spoke with great resolve.
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Post by Trinn on Aug 23, 2008 23:43:49 GMT -5
Bringing up his hand, Galbatorix began to stroke the stubble covering his chin. If the woman spoke truly, she would continue to be of value to him. Of course, she would not be as valuable as Nashante in leadership. Nashante worked directly for him, was alligned with him. This girl would be running amok, killing anyone for the right amount of money. He didn't beleive she would still carry out his assignments, not with that elf around. Letting his hand fall back to his side, Galbatorix began a slow walk around the ethereal form of Aethelwyne. "I'm tempted to accept your words. However, if I were you, I wouldn't be so arrogant. You may not defeat Nashante." She had better not defeat Nashante! "Unfortunately, I happen to favor Nashante. And I don't trust you to keep to your word." Galbatorix came around to face the woman. "After all, you love an elf." The word love came out with a sneer. Going to his throne, he sat down and crossed his legs leisurly. "Tell you what. If you vow to serve me in the ancient language, then I'll agree to your little plan. Oh, and your little elf friend must also swear to me." Steepling his fingers, he awaited the girls reply.
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Post by micaylah on Aug 23, 2008 23:58:48 GMT -5
Aethelwyne now felt the rush of anger filling her. The mark on her chest glowed ever brighter. In her ethereal form she walked up to Galbatorix seated on his throne and leaned over to him. "I have never broken my word. As for swearing to you in the ancient language. Forget it. I owe no allegiance to any man, save one. That is how I have always been able to keep my word." She slowly moved closer to him and bent over him to look him directly in the blackness of his eyes "As for Nashante. She may hold your favor but she also holds my vow before you now." In the ancient language she spoke "Nashante shall die by my hand and I shall assume leadership of the coven. This I will swear to you." She slowly retreated back to her position and stared at him with her head tilted to the side, a violent glean in her violet eyes and an evil smile softly on her lips.
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Post by Trinn on Aug 24, 2008 0:15:08 GMT -5
Galbatorix's hands clenched tightly around the armrests of his throne, gouging the delicate gold gilding. His nose wrinkled in a snarl as the girl approached him and spoke. When she had finished, black magic flickered up and down his arms, crackling with energy. When Aethelwyne returned to her spot away from the throne, Galbatorix spoke. "You have made a very dangerous enemy this day. If you do manage to kill Nashante, then I will hunt you and your elf down. All of my riders will be aware of you, and they will be commanded to kill on sight." He leaned forward in his throne. "You had better hope you aren't captured alive. If I ever see you here in the flesh..." he let his voice trail off, leaving his words open for interpretation. At the moment, he wishd feircly that he could hurt her in this form, to wipe the grin from her face with a blast of magic. "Be gone from my sight, useless whelp. The longer my eyes have to see your face, the worse your punishment becomes!" The black magic now raged up his arms, to his neck. Once more, he wanted nothing but her destruction.
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Post by micaylah on Aug 24, 2008 0:23:04 GMT -5
Aethelwyne in physical form moved to the window of the throne room. She shimmied up the wall and knelt on its ledge. Maintaining her concentration she, in ethereal form spoke to the King seeing the rage building within him, a seductive smile played on her lips. "Now. Now Galby. Maybe if you had a woman in your life you wouldn't have all this pent up rage and frustration darling. As for making an enemy..." The ethereal form drifted slowly from sight. Aethelwyne pulled the throwing knife from within the gown and loosed it at the King's throne. Purposefully she landed it next to his hand clenching the gold armrest. Looking him in the eye she smiled and did a back flip from the throne room window. Landing lithely on her feet she ran with elven speed and disappeared in the black of the night.
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Post by Trinn on Aug 24, 2008 0:33:08 GMT -5
Galbatorix didn't rise to the bait. He found the girl's charm completely false. Although, if he ever managed to capture her... she could be entertaining. An evil smile began to spread across his lips, but faded as a slim knife thudded into his throne. All of his dark mirth vanished at the sight of the quivering weapon. Ripping the knife out of the throne, he leapt to his feet and looked about the room. Had the woman actually been here in the flesh!? The thought nearly caused him to foam in rage. The knife was nothing but proof, and a message. He would have to watch his back with this assassin. Reaching out his mind, the only presence he felt in the room was Shruikan's. Surprisingly, humor floated across the false bond. Sudden realization struck Galbatorix and he rushed to the black dragon. "You knew she was here!" The dragon stared at him absently.
Yes. Putting a magical blast of power behind his throw, Galbatorix chucked the blade at Shruikan. The knife embedded itself into a black scale, sinking down to the muscle. The immense dragon flinched, but remained quiet. If you fail me again in such a way, I will next take your eye!
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Post by taran on Aug 24, 2008 0:51:35 GMT -5
Taran woke with a start as DOC (not Domia, wrong character. lol) banged through the caverns. Quickly donning his armor and sword, he he ran outside. 'Doc, what is it? Where is Aethelwyne? Where is my love and your rider?' Taran shouted with his mind, fury and worry growing in him. 'If anyone has harmed her, that person will pay most dearly!' he thought to himself.
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Post by micaylah on Aug 24, 2008 8:48:29 GMT -5
Nashante felt a strange presence outside of the castle. Making her way slowly around the perimeter she came across the spot. Feeling the familiarity of a space that has been consecrated, she knelt placing a hand upon the ground. She felt Aethelwyne’s presence on the spot near the throne room window. ‘She is more brazen than I gave her credit for.’ She chanted mystical words and the scene replayed itself in her mind’s eye. She watched as Aethelwyne projected from this spot then followed the remnants of the magic to the castle wall. Placing her hand on the wall, she saw the form of Aethelwyne loose the knife toward the throne. ‘She makes attempt on the King himself!?’ She turned to the trees as she felt the magical trail slowly fade from view.
Nashante quickly made her way into the castle. Aethelwyne was very skilled and posed a capable threat to any she set her deathly gaze upon, even the King himself. ‘I will have to be careful not to underestimate her.’ She thought as she made her way to the throne room. Unsure of the welcome she would find, she waited for the King to receive her. A look of concern lay on her face. Not just concern for Galbatorix but concern for herself should she find him in a foul mood after his encounter with Aethelwyne.
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Edoc’sil touched Taran’s mind and told Aethelwyne’s plan to him. He told him about the strange woman with the golden brown hair and tri-colored eyes, an elf or with elven heritage, that had answered her mystical call for help. How the woman had suddenly appeared and then, as fast as he blinked they were gone to Uru’baen. He told Taran how the woman would aid in freeing Narth from the stables of the King and take him to the forest near Furnost. Then he told him the most disturbing part of Aethelwyne’s plan… ‘Taran, she goes to meet Galbatorix, himself. I fear for her safety. She is driven by her love for you and I worry she acts rashly. She told me to do whatever you ask of me and that she would make her way to the forest near Furnost.’ The great purple dragon was very tense with concern for his Rider. ‘Taran I cannot feel her! The distance between us is too great for me to contact her. I have been trying since she departed.’ Edoc’sil had been apart from her many times in their travels but he had always been able to maintain his contact with her. He paced, anxiously around the clearing outside the cave.
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Aethelwyne ran toward the forest near Furnost. She appeared as a blackened mist in the early morning light. The distance was great but she ran with conviction, ignoring her fatigue. She must get distance between her and Galbatorix. Her encounter with him had angered him deeply. This she knew. The knife she had lodged in the arm of the throne as warning that she could get close enough to him to touch would only no doubt, further his rage.
The tattoo on her chest increased in its intensity, a fiery feel and the familiar silvery-teal glow as its light cast out from her. She felt Taran’s fear and fury. He knew she had left. Doc had no doubt filled him in by now. ‘How can I feel him so far away?’ she thought not loosing stride. ‘I must get to the forest!’ The thought more a plea to find him, quickly. The silvery-teal mist from his mark intensified as the orb enveloped her. Screaming out in her mind the thought overtook her. ‘What is this strange magic?’
She felt a magical force pulling her as it folded the distance, much like the feeling she had when Elianora had transported her to Uru’baen from Sanctuary earlier. Suddenly the force of the pull slowed and she emerged out of the silvery-teal colored mist. Taking a moment to get her bearings, she cast out her mind to feel her surroundings. She felt two presences, one strong, ancient and one almost like touching the mind of a dragon, but much smaller. She smiled recognizing them as Elianora and Narth. The woman had succeeded in her task. She approached the pair and sat on the ground. Waiting for her love. She thought back to the magic that had brought her to the forest. 'My bond with Taran? Is that the reason for this new found magic?' She felt the warmth deep inside her. His love for her she thought. She felt a longing for Taran. Something inside her reaching out to him. Her heart. Looking for the other half that made it whole. This was the first time they had been apart since finding each other. Worry for him crept over her though her lips held a slight smile as she felt his love for her.
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Post by taran on Aug 24, 2008 10:09:10 GMT -5
Taran grew engry, yet worried. He loved Aethelwyne, more than anything, or anyone, else in the world. To lose her would kill him. Leaping atop Doc, with Adurthil in close suit, they flew off towards where they were to meet this woman and Narth.
The sky shone a crisp blue as they flew, the sun shining brilliantly. Taran could feel something pulling him towards Furnost, a deep sense of ergency pulling at his very soul. Within what seemed like minutes, they were descending to the ground in wide circles. Seeing Aethelwyne on the ground, Taran leaped from Doc's shoulders before he had even fully landed. Hitting the ground in a flurry of leaves, dust, and wind, Taran ran over to Aethelwyne, his mark on his chest glowing brightly, even pulsing. Taking her in his arms, he let small tears fall from his eyes, a great joy flowing through him.
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Post by micaylah on Aug 24, 2008 10:17:03 GMT -5
Seeing her love arrive atop Domia, Aethelwyne's heart lept. She ran to him as he pulled her into his embrace. She stroked the tears on his cheek softly and pulled leaves from his hair. Her heart beat quickened and his mark on her chest pulsed as if trying to join with the insignia upon his chest. She kissed him passionately. Feeling great relief flood over her now that they were together again.
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Post by taran on Aug 24, 2008 10:23:09 GMT -5
Taran held her close, feeling his heart warm with her very presence. 'Love,' he thought, 'I love you.'
"Don't ever do that again! If anything ever happened to you..." he said aloud, his thoughts still echoing through his mind and over their link.
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