Chains of Fate (Open)

[Kylar Blint]

Summer, 512 The wind blew and gathered swirling motions of dust as Kylar stood inside the city of Nyka. A deep, blue and cloudy sky hovered overhead, a flock of sparrows chirping as they passed. He was in the centre, and in a deep trance of meditation. He had to kill his Mistress. No matter what the cost. But he couldn't do it alone. Syliras was a dangerous place for Kelvics and stealth was not his current forté. Not yet, at least. He needed to formulate a group. No matter what their ideals or reasons for helping him, he hoped they would have the common sense to help him along, or his fangs would have to take a sweet dip into the blood nectar called the jugular. He sat, the leaves weaving between paving stones, and hoped by some divine miracle his wish would come true. "All's fair in love and war." He stated to himself as he got up, dusted himself off lightly, and began to walk on. But suddenly, there was a strange breeze filling every section of his essence. It was if something was there... but not. Kylar turned round and did the only thing he knew best...snarl. "Who are you?" He bellowed, swivelling around in a full circle to catch out the potential predator. "I know you're there. Come out or face my hand of judgement." Kylar shouted, quieter this time so as not to attract any uneeded, or certainly hostile attention from anyone other than the invisible stalker that seemed to be haunting him. Then the realisation hit him. He wasn't being haunted by a strange and almost foreignly rogue breeze, but a ghost. He scampered backwards, crossing his arms and hands in front of of his face in case the ghost got any funny ideas. "Stay away, ghoul! I have wards!" Kylar taunted, as he waited to test his almost insane theory.

[Lillith]

Lillith floated in silence. She gazed up at the glaring sun. She had to leave Nyka. She had thought she would find answers in the place where she had died, but she had come to no avail. She just kept floating on, feeling nothing and forgetting about the world around her. She began to mummble, not really taking control of her words, "I haven't discovered anything here in Nyka. They certainly went to a lot of trouble. I have to get away. Travel. Get contacts. Find out as much as I can..." Lillith paused to sigh heavily, "How am I going to accomplish so much? I am neck high in desperation! That and I'm a ghost. That doesn't help much." She then stopped and began a little routine she had made when she first came under a lot of stress. She started to count. 1, 2, 3. She didn't realise she kept floating while she tried to calm herself. 4, 5, 6, 7. It was working. If Lillith had muscles, she was sure they'd be relaxing. 8, 9.. Ah! Lillth stopped. She might be dead, but she knew that the number "Ah!" didn´t come after nine. She stopped and looked down at a boy. He was looking very startled. Lillith sighed, "I wish I would stop startling people." She looked at him. He obviously couldn't see her, so she guessed he couldn't possibly hear her either. She took a step back and thought it be best to materialize. When she first tried to do it- even though she was a ghost- it gave her a slight pain. She began. She started with her arms and that was okay. She cleared her mind. She could feel it. Her middle, her waist, her neck, her head, her hair. The sensation travelled throughout her and then she opened her eyes and looked down. She had done it. And it hadn't been that bad. She finally looked at the boy and gave a kind smile, "I'm very sorry if I startled you, young sir. You are correct though. I am a ghost. My name is Lillith. Lillith Adams." She looked the boy up and down and then gave him another smile, "Who might you be?"

After the initial shock of seeing the ghost, he recovered what was left of his senses. "I apologize. Your presence startled me. You seem troubled, young lady.If I may call you young. Even ethereal beauty stuns a mortal like I. May I ask of your name, spirit?" Kylar said, sniffing the air, and sensing no danger. "I may need your assistance. See, I am getting a group together. A small faction to help accomplish some...goals of mine. Would you be willing, my immortal beauty?" Kylar said, his eyes shifting back and forth. He was nervous, as he'd heard ghosts who were powerful enough would attempt possessions and the like to be able to fully live. "I, miss, am Kylar Blint, Kelvic resident of Nyka, until further notice, of course. My plan is to leave this place, go to Syliras and purify non believers. The journey will be hard and fraught, but with a small group, even mountains will crumble before us." Kylar said ambtiously, puffing his chest out. "What do you say, Lillith Adams?" Kylar said, before waiting for the woman's reply. He hoped his plans would work. The Mistress would cease to exist when he finished with her. But getting to her would be a problem. She a niche of thugs and mercenaries in her control in that city, and he would need some exceptionally strong and talented individuals to be able to achieve such a feat as killing the woman. He himself was a wolf, a fast and capable hunter, under the circumstances. He had yet to transform, and daylight would soon draw it's blinds and close for the day, so then would be the most opportune time. He needed to feed, and the sudden grumbling of his stomach said it all. He wanted this ghost to be the first of many in his team. And she would hopefully comply. Hopefully.

[Lillith]

Lillith tilted her head and gave the boy a sweet smile. He certainly was something of a charmer.She shook her head sadly when he mentioned something troubling her, "Not at all, young sir. I do feel a little silly for being so careless." she said with a small laugh.

She looked at the boy and blinked once her twice, "Assistance? From me?" Lillith then raised an eyebrow and noticed his hesitation when explaining to her what exactly he wanted help for. She wasn't one to pry, so she decided not to dwell on it. Lillith gave a small curtsy, "It is a pleasure, Sir Kylar." she listened to what he intended to to do and her smile feel for a minute. She tired to bring it back, but her lips wobbling instead, "Good sir, you are a citizen of Nyka, just like I... Was. In which of the Celestials do you put your faith?" What he wanted to do didn't completely agree with Lillith. She wanted people to be free to choose what they wanted to believe in, not be punished for something that they just didn't want to put their faith in.

Lillith looked down at him sadly, "Sir Kylar, why do you feel you must punish?" she spoke softly, avoiding answering the last question he gave to her.