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Post by Max452 on Sept 19, 2012 22:07:36 GMT -5
Tyrant walked through the town Celesti with a falsified curiousity. He had chosen his first target to enact his revenge and to spread Katriana's message. His choice may had been the most biased, since the Spirit that he mostly personified held a deep grudge against his target and her friends.
Tyrant continued to stroll about as if he was a simple traveler. He had changed his appearance to a more humaniod one. His eyes were no longer red, but dark brown and he wore simple leggings and a white tunic, with a black leathered outerlayer. He was going to have fun with this assignment. He could already feel Tyr's lust for blood coming forth. Where are you Marola? I can sense you nearby... Tyrant asked himself as he continued to lightly probe for Marola's presence without alerting anyone that a Shade was in their midst.
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Post by Tismri on Sept 19, 2012 22:26:52 GMT -5
Cortell strode through the town with a purpose. His watch over the surrounding lands of Celesti had turned up little. Again, a few small disturbances of woodland creatures, but nothing exceptionally out of the ordinary.
At the last moment, Cortell had decided against going with Einar and his family to Bromsland. Although he longed to see Gloriann again, he felt he could never part for such a long period from his mother. However, Glory would soon be taking her final examinations, and Marola had decided that she and any of the other children could go support her. He was on his way to finish packing now.
As he walked down the streets, he passed a stranger. It wasn't terribly uncommon. Celesti was near a major road, so occasionally strangers would stop by for the night. However, as he passed, Cortell did a double-take. There was something very oddly familiar about the man. After a moment, though, he shrugged it off. He made his way up the path home, where he spotted his mother out in her garden, singing softly to her white lilies.
"Ready to go yet, Mother?" he asked her, kissing her affectionately on the cheek. Marola smiled at her son.
"I'm just giving my flowers a little bit of extra blessing before we go, since I'll be unable to care for them while we're gone." She turned to the black rose bush they'd planted for Glory about a year back.
"All right. I'll be inside and finish packing. Be back out here before you know it." He went inside the house, leaving Marola to sing her elvish song of growth to her garden.
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Post by Max452 on Sept 19, 2012 23:13:31 GMT -5
Tyrant paused in his walk, having seemingly, for a moment, felt Tyr's thoughts. He felt as if he had just looked into a mirror. More thoughts and memories erupted into Tyrant's mind. This young man was familiar. He didn't know how, but he was. He seemingly watched the man continue on his way, having stopped right after Cortell had continued on his way. Turning around, Tyrant decided to follow Tyr's train of thought. Somehow, he knew, that this man would led him to Marola.
Walking slowly, Tyrant followed up the path that Cortell had unknowningly laid out for him. The Shade soon found himself at a home, staring at Marola's back. A devious smile formed on Tyrant's lips. It vanished quickly as he regained focus.
"Hello there." Tyrant's voice rang out; his tone bordering a seductive one. "What lovely flowers."
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Post by Tismri on Sept 19, 2012 23:30:43 GMT -5
Marola took a moment to breathe in the bittersweet scent of the black roses. The smell was unusual, but not bad. She could understand why these flowers were her daughter's favorites, although Marola had seen black for too much of her life. The scent matched the flowers, and she knew they could very well represent her old life.
She glanced behind her as she heard a strange voice call out. She gazed curiously at the man who stood on the walkway to her house. There was something about him...something she just couldn't place her finger on, but she felt she'd met him somewhere before. She shrugged it off; so long as he wasn't a clear and present danger to the town, or to her family, she might as well be pleasant to him.
"Yes, they are," she agreed with him. "I've been tending to most of them for years now." She backed away from the bush, having just finished her spells of protection from foul weather and potential vandals. She refused to return home in a week and find her hard work ruined. She turned toward the stranger and gave him a smile, though she still felt uneasy.
"I am Marola," she introduced herself. "Is there something I can help you with?"
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Post by Max452 on Sept 20, 2012 23:29:13 GMT -5
Tyrant forced himself to listen passively to Marola's description of the flowers she was tending to. He really didn't care; he just wanted to make her suffer. But...Tyr seemed to want to play. "It is a pleasure, Marola. You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment." His lips twitched into a small smile, not his usual iconic one, but similar to it. He carefully approached Marola, quite aware of the boy inside the house. He paid no mind. They were no match for him. "I have heard of your many adventures; you and Celesti are very famous." He continued to approach, not stopping until he invaded just a fraction of Marola's personal space. "I had to come and see if the stories were true, if you truly had changed." His eyes bore into her's knowingly.
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Post by Tismri on Sept 21, 2012 0:03:41 GMT -5
Marola felt something alarming in her mind at the stranger's next words. As he walked toward her, she stood with her arms crossed defensively. He was too close for comfort, and something about his actions reminded her of the distant past, nearly twenty years gone by.
Rauthr, she said, trying to keep calm. How far away are you?
Top speed? An hour's flight. Marola sensed he had already turned back to Celesti. He'd been hunting deep in the Spine, going out of his way to make sure he didn't scare off the game for the town's residents.
Marola turned her attention back to the man before her. His last words caught her attention. Changed? So he knew exactly who she was, who she had been before she'd fled the Empire? This did not bode well. This man had likely been a servant of Galbatorix. But she was still bothered that she didn't recognize him.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" she asked him outright. She wished for the first time in over a decade that she had Gulia at her side again. Being able to grasp a weapon would put her more at ease at the moment.
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Post by Max452 on Sept 22, 2012 13:13:02 GMT -5
Tyrant refrained a chuckle at Marola's discomfort. "Would you like to know me?" He refuted her question with his own, suggestive one. He stepped a bit closer to her. His right finger coming up to trace her left cheek. Tyrant could easily recall Tyr's memories and desires and so, used the man's seductive side to allure Marola to him. He could recall every slight touch that could cause the woman to go weak in her knees for him.
OOC: Where's Marcus! This can be so much more fun with Marcus! lol
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Post by Trinn on Sept 22, 2012 13:37:31 GMT -5
OOC: Did someone say Marcus? hehe
Marcus trudged back to his home within the village Celesti. He had a doe slung over his shoulders, dinner for the next few days. He had a bow slung over his back, and a quiver at his hip. He smiled at those who waved to him or said hello. He was well known within the village now. No surprise, really. He had helped free most of the people here. But that was many years ago now. Age was starting to take its toll on him. He had lines in his face where once there none. His bones cracked more readily when he got up in the morning. Even his eye sight seemed less keen. But his strength remained. He was only in his late thirties, after all. At least he thought he was. His age was something he was never too sure on. They didn't have birthday parties when he used to be a young slave. He smiled even wider when he spotted his home. Home. Something he never thought he'd have. And it was filled with love, with his children, and with his wife. He had to stay strong for Marola. He hated to think of himself as a truly old man, while she would still be so young and beautiful. He wished he could stay with her forever. It saddened him, to think that one day he would die and leave her. But she would always have Rauthr, and that was a comfort.
He came around the corner of his home now, and what he saw ignited the blood in his veins. Letting the deer slip from his grasp, Marcus lunged towards the man who was touching his wife so intimately. He grabbed the stranger by neck of his tunic and dragged him away from Marola. "What do you think you're doing?" He growled into the man's smirking face. Marcus considered himself a fair and just man, but he wasn't above jealously.
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Post by Tismri on Sept 22, 2012 20:38:46 GMT -5
Marola's eyes narrowed slightly as she heard the stranger's seductive tone. Though the voice was not the same, the way of speaking echoed in her mind like a resounding gong. At his touch on her face, she felt her mind rocketing back into the deep past. Aside from Marcus, only one man ever knew how that touch affected her. She felt like she was in her twenties again, the man she had so foolishly given her heart to back then once again tricking her. The realization hit her, even as Marcus appeared and yanked the man off her. Confusion, fury, and fright all mixed together in her mind.
"You're...No, you're not him. He's dead." She leaned against the wall of the house. This man wasn't Tyr. He didn't look like Tyr, and she knew Einar had killed him years ago. Still, she couldn't deny that he tone and expression, the way he seemed to know her, pointed to the fact. She stared, trying to figure this out.
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Post by Max452 on Sept 23, 2012 12:06:23 GMT -5
Tyrant's smirk never faded as Marcus attacked him. "What is this, Rola? You actually found yourself another man?" Tyrant goaded. "A human no less." He smirked. "My, my, what would dear Daddy think?" His eyes flashed to Marcus. "How long has she convinced you of her love, hmm? You may think she loves you," he glanced at Marola, "but it will always be me that had her first...and she was delectable." He flashed her Tyr's charming grin. "Isn't that right Marola?" He allowed Marcus to hold him a moment longer before uttering his famous spell. "Kveykva." A crackle was heard as Tyrant's hand began to form lightening. "Tell me, Marola, how much will it hurt you if I kill this mere human?" He eyed Marcus, but spoke to Marola. The crazed grin never leaving his face. His eyes darted over to her as he removed the spells that hid his true identity. Red, malicious eyes, bore into her own.
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Post by Trinn on Sept 23, 2012 12:38:18 GMT -5
Marcus felt a flurry of emotions. Confusion, anger, and hate for the he held. What did he mean he had her first? Costello father was dead! Slain by Einar! Marola had told him so! Before he could form any response, the man uttered a word, and electricity sprang to life in his hands. Marcus instantly released him. He watched, horrified, as the strangers appearance shifted, turning into the malicious features of a shade. Marcus rushed to stand in front of Marloa, unable to help feeling protective. She was the mother of his children, and the love of his life. "you'll have to kill me if you want to get to Marola." acting as fast as he could, Marcus swept his bow from his back and knocked an arrow to the strong, aiming for the shades merciless heart.
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Post by Tismri on Sept 23, 2012 13:09:39 GMT -5
Marola stared, feeling her blood begin to boil at the sound of the man's voice. He was most definately Tyr. His crazed grin, his taunting words, his lightning spell, everything. Her hand immediately ached for her sword. She watched in horror as his appearance shifted, and she realized what he was.
"I always knew you were a demon," she said with a growl, her voice more fierce than she was sure Marcus or anyone in Celesti had ever heard her before. She hadn't spoken with such darkened anger since she fled the Empire. As the Shade threatened Marcus, who had moved protectively before her, she moved to stand in front of him.
"If you lay one finger on him, I will make you beg for me to kill you!" she told him. "Istlari!" Her hand became encompassed in dark green flame; magic and her wits were the only weapons she had at the moment.
"Mother, what--" Cortell came to the door, having heard the shouting and sensed she was in danger.
"Cortell, stay inside!" she called to him, her face flickering for a half a moment in fear. She would not put it past this Shade to hurt him...especially once he figured out that this was the child he had fathered.
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Post by Max452 on Sept 23, 2012 13:53:11 GMT -5
Tyrant laughed at Marcus's words. "My dear sir, that is the absolute point." His eyes flashed dangerously at Marola. "I am here to make her suffer. I am here to make all those that had oppose me suffer. I will make you watch as all that you hold dear is ripped from your grasp" he glared at the husband and wife, ignoring the arrow. This mere human was nothing compared to him. He chuckled when he was called a demon. "Now now Rola, you and I both know you loved me for it. You practically ached for me." His red eyes turned to Marcus. "I doubt she craves tor your touch as she does mine. Oh how she screamed my name ..." he taunted Marcus, hoping he would start a fight. Hoping to make Marola 's heart break when he killed him. He loved it when she showed her true colors he tensed, waiting for her to strike when the boy again appeared. "What have we here? Marola has gotten a family! Should he be the first to make you cry? " he teasingly directed his lightning at Cortell. "Or the lover? " he pointed it to Marcus as if debating. "So many choices...." he told them amusingly.
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Post by Tismri on Sept 24, 2012 9:30:54 GMT -5
Marola tensed as the Shade mentioned that he was here to make her, specifically suffer, and those who opposed him. Her mind flew to Einar, and she felt concerned. If this creature really did hold Tyr's spirit, he would doubtless go after him and Gianna. They had always been the worst of enemies, and she doubted that standing had improved when Einar killed Tyr.
"Why would I crave the caresses of a dead man?" she asked him, her voice monotone. He was right, though; when he was alive, she knew she could never resist him. At least not until Cortell was born.
When the Shade pointed his lightning-encased hand in her son's direction, Marola felt all semblance of rationality leave her, only the primal rage of an angered mother. He had threatened her child, and now he would die. She flew at him in a fury, fisting her fiery hand and aiming it directly at his heart.
"Don't. Touch. My. Family," she said.
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Post by Trinn on Sept 24, 2012 13:38:31 GMT -5
The shades taunts made Marcus seethe inside. How he wished he was an elf, or a dragon rider, anything but a mere human! He was a strong warrior, but he would be nothing against a shade. He hated how weak he was in this moment. Marola... Had she really been with such a man? Was her love for him less than the love she had had with that man? He felt sad and angry and confused. Cortell appeared at the door, and Marola leaped into action. "Go inside son!" he shouted at Cortell, afraid for his stepsons life. He couldn't take his eyes away from Marola and the shade. He prayed that Marola would be safe. He prayed that the shade would leave them alone. "Cortell, go get Einar and Gianna!" he suddenly shouted. Certainly three dragon riders would be able to defeat a shade!
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