Vendetta for Blood: An Altercation with Ximal (CE))

by **Eryss Waldu** on April 19th, 2012, 4:33 pm

[As he moved behind Cade he was easily underestimated. Walking behind the Barbarian and in his shadow as though he were using the larger man to shield him from any danger that might be lurking or an attack that may have been waiting to occur. The Mage recognized the encampment of the Crimson Edge though seeing as how he had lived here amongst the tents for several season when he was considered the undisputed leader of the guild. Cade was the leader now though it was a simple matter of attrition that had caused this to occur and no force of arms. Attacking Eryss, even for the Barbarian, would have levied inconsequential results.]

[If this were the first time someone were to have seen the Mage he was easily recognizable by his attire. Wearing a weathered Cloak. The Cloak was old and tattered but it held together nicely. A hood concealed the facial features of Eryss from anyone who looked at him. Only someone who managed to get insanely close to the Mage would be able to see underneath the cowl he wore rendering the majority of his features completely obstructed from view. His hands were still visible though. They were scarred well beyond the wrist leaving their appearance as thin and twisted with much of the skin there having repaired itself in a patchwork project of what they’d looked like before they were burnt as bad as they had been. It was one of the few truly distinguishing features about him.]

[Listening to Cade speak Eryss would have taken the moment to peer around from behind the Barbarian. Gazing out across the array of faces assembled here tonight the Mage would note several that were familiar to him and others which were completely alien. Of course Eryss knew Mok but he was the only one besides Cade that the Mage had actually had any type of real interaction with. Zandelia; Eryss had heard of her though the two had never had a formal introduction. Wrenmae was virtually unknown to the Mage however he seemed to be the one that took the lead dissident after Cade had made his will known amongst the members of the group. Looking at Wrenmae, his vision only occasionally flickering over to Mok and the others so that he remained aware of their intent, he would observe the man quietly until he’d said that both he and Mok felt strongly about all of this and turned to walk away showing his back in the process.]

[Everything else that the others had done up until now was largely irrelevant to Eryss at this point. The Mage saw all of them. Xavior, Leon, Apos, Daniel, Chamaeleon. Unless any of them spoke up to Eryss himself he would remain happy to focus on the main dissidents; Mok and Wrenmae. Zandelia was, of course, given a tad more recognition because of who she was as well.]

[When Eryss had seen enough he would move around Cade until he was now standing in front of the Barbarian, though slightly off to his right, and was readily more visible. Anyone who was skilled in auristics would have recognized an odd aura surrounding the Mage and anyone else with a skill in observation might be able to see an odd flickering that surrounded him occasionally. The Shield that Eryss had surrounded himself was a powerful defensive magic and the djed that he had woven it from was tightly wound across his form until it formed a translucent layer over the Mage himself that would act as protection. Armor for the unarmored as it were. It had been tasked against all the things that Eryss usually protected himself against; Slashing, Piercing and Bludgeoning attacks to round out the main three things which rendered protection against weapons. The other two tasks were set aside to shield the Mage against biologics and to absorb djed. All of these tasks existing together in an algorithm that rendered Eryss safe behind them.]

[Pausing briefly after he had moved around the Barbarian Eryss would fold his hands together in front of him. Letting his hands disappear into the sleeve covering his arms on either side. Once he’d done this he’d have finally spoken, his voice carrying out across the encampment, to Wrenmae...”Dissidence cannot be allowed.”...then his eyes would waver over to Mok before he added...”You’ve all done very poorly.”...before breathing quietly. When he had taken another moment to himself Eryss would finally begin again...”The Crimson Edge is not a gang on the streets. Yet I’ve heard many of you continue to act like it is. There’s no room for mistakes anymore. You’re going to lead yourselves into perilous oblivion. You can’t be allowed to get out of hand so you need to fall into line.”...that seemed to be the end of it considering that Eryss was well aware that many –members- of the Crimson Edge were making poor decisions. Risking their lives was their own business however this could, in some way, be detrimental to the plans Eryss had for the city and he could not allow that. Tilting his head forward the Mage would sweep his right hand outwards then, gesturing to the ground, before speaking plainly...”Kneel to your Master.”...then he would wait patiently for compliance knowing that it could be a hard thing to swallow. Eryss hadn’t been talking about Cade either but he did have a few other things to share once this was out of the way.]

by **Lessira** on April 19th, 2012, 8:55 pm

The night had come, glowing brightly with the luminous perfection of Leth and his followers. A slight breeze rustled her blue tented hair, passing over marble white horns and bringing the sent of life to the girl's senses. It was... lonely...

Lessira's eyes were cast upward, seeking out that which she could never reach, a height of existence that she felt she would never feel again. Leth smiled down upon her, but the girl gazed longingly up at him. From where she sat Lessira could gaze upward with a nearly unobstructed view, gaze with eyes that shown violet toward her dreams greatest wish. She knew what she longed for... but alas there was much she had to do before she could return home...

There was a feeling of warth that fell down one cheek, and Lessira quickly brushed it aside, squeezing her eyes shut against the well of emotions, I hope that I may return to you once more Leth...

This part of her, this longing and ache... it was what had come to define her self beneath his glow. This was her face, her longing and her passion. She was one who knew of her loss, and yet could not seem to move passed it into a brighter set of mind... but there was that other side, the other face of her own soul that would not allow her to be lost within the grips of misery. This part that was at once her and not her, yet always present whether in dreams or awake. Even now it stirred...

Of course you will. Do not give up hope just yet.

A small smile touched the girl's lips as she slowly nodded. She knew it was so, that one day she would be home again. Though she could not say when, could not begin to guess for what reason Leth had placed her here, still she knew... She would be happy once more, someday.

Brushing aside the last of her tears, Lessira stood and shook out her long hair, the light of the moon reflecting off of her marble horns. Breathing in deeply, she did as she had done for several nights now. Her arms came up, making a slow arche until they clasped above her head. Releasing her breath slowly, Lessira widened her stance, letting her feet rest about shoulder width apart. Another breath in, and her eyes closed, and as she released once more her arms moved slowly into motion. Her feet moved in the dirt, one moving forward and the other bending slightly and she twisted at her waist. She slowly bent down to touch one hand to her extended foot, the other reached upward as if she desperately wished to grab ahold of the stars. In and out once more, Lessira moved her body into motion, raising at her waist and moving her other foot so that it was extended, and she stretched to that side. She followed this with several more stretches, touching her hands to the ground and bending in ways that would loosen up her muscles. Lessira was not sure how she knew to do these actions, and in fact she had never stopped to ponder the strange motions that flowed from her, almost as if they were memory she was just beginning to remember.

Lessira's movements would continue, stretching on and on until the light of Leth began to fade and Syna rose to greet the morning. Lessira continued to move, to bend and to stretch. It was no longer an act of stretching, rather a way of expressing her own misgivings of the future. As the sun rose over the horizon, Lessira barely even noticed her change. Long locks of silver blue faded to pure white, and the horns shimmered and diminished, falling into oblivion as Lessira took upon her shoulders the visage of a Konti girl once more. Still, she did not stop her movements. Her eyes remained closed, and while her breathing grew heavier her mind felt calm and empty. Thus it was that Lessira did not notice the shouting until it had gone on for some time, and it took her a moment to recognize the voice as Mok's.

Her motions stopped, and the girl felt her heart thud in her chest, Has something happened?

A fire was lit within her soul, and this fire spread out and set forth the flow within her into motion. Turning toward the sound Lessira willed the flow to her legs, pushing them to greater speeds with the powers of flux she was only just beginning to understand. She pushed herself forward, the thud of her feet on the ground jarring her teeth as her strengthened legs carried her faster than she could normally run, however she did not have complete control over this strength just yet. She was going faster than she intended, and suddenly there was a tent blocking her progress toward the commotion. With a gasp Lessira leapt without thinking, just clearing the tent and going a little ways past it. Her heart leapt into her throat as she saw the ground approaching her, and she tried to position her body so that she landed on her feet. It was, however, a failure and she instead hit the ground and rolled forward, earning herself a few scrapes and bruises, as well as a dull ache in her calves and thighs from the effort of using flux.

Standing slowly, Lessira spotted the knot of people, could hear their raised voice and see the familiar faces of some she knew, and there in the center was the one she sought. It was with more than a bit of relief that the girl realized Mok was not in immediate danger, but the look upon his face... her heart ached and set her feet in motion once more. Lessira had arrived after many of the others, just before Cade had given his own speach. She slipped through the crowd, her hand touching Cham as she passed, offering her fallen sister a soft smile before moving to Mok's side. Despite any looks she may get, Lessira would stand close to Mok's side, one hand touching the man's shoulder. She could feel his tension when Cade spoke, and though she was not completely sure of the subtle message Cade was pushing, Lessira knew that it was not what Mok wished to hear.

Ximal... It seems this is all for him. What is his connection to Mok? Her eyes looked over those gathered around, the spark of violence in the air could almost be touched, And what could he have done to fuel such a flame?

Lessira watched Wren as he placed a hand on Mok, fighting that tightening in her chest as she watched him suspiciously, but when no ill will came, and in fact the man seemed to want to help, Lessira offered him a small smile, looking down at Mok to see what he would do.

by **Archelon** on April 20th, 2012, 4:06 am

A twisting of fates and a mod intervention.

ooc note :

Saved for my use.