Post by Joliette Thorne on Jun 1, 2006 23:19:07 GMT -5
Tenebrae and the Seal of Darkness seem almost to be bound together by Fate. Through a desire to help one of the few individuals she has ever truly called 'friend', Tene set in motion a series of events that later manifested as the emergence of the thirteen Seals. Through the hand of the very demon she liberated, Tene was to possess the Seal of Darkness for a time, but knowing her own nature to be too Chaotic to endure its terrible power, she in turn passed it to the drow Lord Castellian, her lover and a man of uncommon strength of mind and heart.
The house that had belonged to a very caring pair has now been reduced to ash. Remnants of steel and other various items that survived the horrid blaze still lie strewn about in such a disasterous manner, that it would cause one to wonder what particularly might have happened to this humble abode. Equidistant of the entire area lies a single tombstone with the forgotten language of the dead plastered all along the frame. Looking close at the words upon the tombstone, you see: R.I.P Aleriah Molvey, 'You are my eternal.' As a light shiver creeps along the vertebrae that allows you to remain erect, you take notice of a being who seems to be kneeling behind the gravestone, their form ever-veiled in whispering shadows and the faint luster of amethyst emerges from the chest. Indeed caught off guard by the presence os another, the heart skips a beat, but if you observe a little better, there is nary a sign of movement to be seen. Bravery edges footing to move closer toward the figure; Gaze to make notion that the being is fabricated by the workings of a cruel hemlock that had turned man to stone; And that man was the twisted horned, demonic entity, Nasada. The once vile beast remains watching over his beloved's tomb and his massive wings are folded to provide safety and eternal guard from graverobbers or those that seek to bring desecration to this tragic resting place. The faint taint of violet radiance eminates from a black medallion that lies in the creature's naked chest; Quite odd, for this sacred relic remains unguarded and indeed looks as if it is able to be removed with ease from the fallen necromancer's hardened flesh. Drawn to the profound power it wields, you decide to atleast give an attempt to take it, but quickly learn to do otherwise once you make contact with this archaic artifact. The body becomes paralyzed with fear and the mind is seized unto viewing distorted images od the past. Wars of Olde, the falling of civilizations, the murders of millings, souls trapped in memory: These are many of the disturbung conceptions that filter the mortal mind, but they are not the end. It is as if you are looking through the eyes of the great demon, forced to watch as his many sorrows pass again: His parents slain, former lovers being murdered or taking their own lives, the removal of his soul by the dark God Solaris, the deaths of his friends, the loss of his daughter, and the last of his cruel life, the death of his wife to be, Aleriah. Tears -indeed caused by the brooding nature of the seal of darkness- swell in your eyes as you are released from arcane grasp, and you realize that this man deserves his rest eternal with his beloved, for his life was nothing but full of pain and hatred for life itself. With gaze to the statue one last time, you can notice a single sanguine tear that has fallen, and suspect that it is for the best to leave this area so that the lovers may finally rest in peace for eternity.
Tenebrae gazes on, stunned, speechless. Finally regaining her voice, she stutters, "Wh-what does it mean?" She wipes at her eyes with the back her hand.
Aevo shrugs silence being his only response as a solitary digit traces over the workings of stone. After a brief moment a sigh escapes the confines of his lungs, soon followed by word, "This is the thing in my head.... He is making my life a living Hell, Tene...." Aevo's gaze slips over the medallion as he continues, "I think it has something to do with that...thing in its chest."
Tenebrae steps closer to the statue, impassive study of the demon ensuing. A keener interest sparks in her eyes at sight of the medallion. "It's a thing of darkness, and I dare say the source of this one's power, while he lived." She turns to the lycan. "Take it from him, Aevo. Either destroy it, or wear it, but this must come to some conclusion, sweet, before it drives you mad." Slender hand comes to rest on his shoulder.
Aevo blinks, her hand indeed to give a slight startle as it touches his flesh and his head turning so that he may beset worried a glance to the vampiress, "Take it?! What....what if it were to destroy me? What if to take this It would to mean surrender of my life?"
Tenebrae reaches a forefinger toward the dark-glowing disk, the digit circling the air above it. "I don't want you to die, my friend. But I don't want you going utterly mad, either. There has to be some way..." She reaches for the object.
Aevo reaches upward, swift and unexpected, grip crushing to the woman's wrist. His voice alters and Aevo's words are harsh, "Touch it and I'll break every digit, wench!"
Tenebrae gasps, wrist wrenched cruelly by the lycan's preternaturally strong grasp. "Aevo!" Her eyes, puzzlement emblazoned on those peridot hues, and pain. Lips part in a soundless cry, a rage flooding to the surface of her mind. Her voice is cool, almost metallically edged. "You.. whatever you are... release my lycan, or deal with me yourself, coward!"
Aevo smirks, his face growing ever closer to Tenebrae's. Free hand that was lowered to the man's side reaches up and traces under the woman's chin, his smirk indeed sadistic and sick, "Deal with you myself? You would be but a young fool to ask for such a request. Your mortal flesh would surely fail you had I deemed it fit to end your life. But....nay. You are to be useful...."
Tenebrae 's lips are thin as string, as she wrenches her head to avoid his touch. Her gaze snapping back to meet his own, dire and arctic rage apparent in those narrowed hues, she spits her words. "I'll not be of use to anyone, demon. I do as I wish, or die trying. I'll yet claim the life of this one from you, and watch you sink back to the hell that spawned you." Though her body shudders in pain, she averts that stare not, even to blink.
Aevo leans forward a bit, tongue lashing out to grace the woman's cheek, not in lust, but in taunt. "You will help me.... if you want your lycan returned in whole. I need an army, Tenebrae. I need those with....skill. And you, my dear woman of the dark arts, are just what I'm looking for. What say you, the life of your pet in exchange for your aide?"
Tenebrae 's eyes brim with fury, barely contained. "You'd have us be pawns in your game, then? I doubt it. Better we die, than live as servants of such as you. Unless.." Her expression shifts, features taking a more subtle cast that speaks of the cunning mind behind them. "Unless there's benefit for us both. In abundance."
Aevo 's head cranks to the left, the sickening crunch of bone muffled by flesh to sound about, "You.....are indeed not dull in wit, are you? What be it that you ask for? For if gold is your price, I’ve nary a piece of copper to my person. I can....give you power. I can....teach you much. What do you desire most?" The man lowers his jaw and his tongue snakes over elongated canine; azure coronae ablaze like icy flame.
Tenebrae's lips curl slightly at the corners, luscious rose-hued mouth now quirking to a wicked smile. "Gold is worthless to such as we, demon, and you know it. What do I desire...?" She pauses, as if considering the question. "I desire ... power, as you have it. I desire..." Her own head lifts forward, those plump lips brushing his cheek, breath hot and sweet against his flesh as she speaks in a tone both tender and deadly. "I desire nothing less than to conquer this godforsaken place. Or at least, cause some serious mayhem in the attempt..."
Aevo bursts out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, once brow raised high like a flag to signal war. "Then, join me. Join me in ressurecting my beloved and my flesh. Help my beloved and I lead an army across this waste-land to rid the world of those that shall oppose us. Help me get Donovan's blade."
Tenebrae shrugs. "I've not a lot else better to do..." A quick wrench of her wrist breaks the grasp. Rubbing at it, a smile as thin and curved as an assassin's blade spreads across her face. "Count me in. But I want the lycan whole and sane at the end of it."
Aevo smirks. "Find a solution to unmake my flesh from stone and he will be returned as yours for eternity, much sooner than you would expect. Though, I will still hold you to swear allegiance once he is free. I will teach you both much in coming times...." Aevo's hands then suddenly reach for his head and he screams, pain and torment quite evident in his lean frame. A single tear storms from the fortress to which he uses to see, and his expression becomes blank.
Tenebrae shudders, observing with not inconsiderable alarm the violent change that passes through the body of Aevo. Knowing now in full his plight, she wraps an arm about his waist, offering support of both body and mind greatly wracked. "Aevo..?" Her tone a gentle whisper. "Are you alright, sweetness?"
Aevo looks around in a dreamy daze, an arm falling over the woman's shoulder as he tries to make sense of his surroundings. When the azure in his eyes turn pale, he sets his gaze unto Tenebrae, voice weak and concerned, "....Tene....what happened? What's going on? ...Are you well?" His messy hair is tilted forward once he actually recognizes her words, "...Yes...I am fine..."
Tenebrae combs Aevo's unruly hair back with her fingers, to glance into his eyes as if checking for something. Seeming satisfied with what she finds, she replies. "I'm alright." Her wrist throbs, but would heal and was hardly worth a mention."I know what's wrong with you now, pet. And we have been given a task. If we complete it, you'll be free. And we'll have power...."
Aevo 's eyes take on but the slightest twinkle at the mention of the word 'free'; indeed what he has been longing to hear since he had been taken captive by such a foul creature of Hell's creation. Forcing a smile and placing his gaze to hers, his words seem weak as he again speaks, ".....A task?.... What...kind of task? and...if I am to be free upon completion, then I suppose I will do anything that we have been appointed to do..."
Tenebrae nods, smiling her satisfaction to see the familiar knavish shine to his eye returning. "We're to bring this demon and his love back to the realm of the flesh. And help him raise an army. You up for it?"
Aevo chuckles, the familiar emotion of happiness and jest to begin its journey through his veins and unto his heart. He leans over and places a friendly kiss atop the vampiress' head, a wink when he leans back. "If it mean that I am to fight along side you....then indeed I am, friend. Though...I am so...weak right now. I....need to rest."
Tenebrae nods. "And I need to think. Quite a bit. My task is to find a way to release him.." She points to the statue. "From that stone. A right puzzle, I think it will prove. but you go rest, sweetness. Look me up when you've slept, and we'll talk."
Aevo smiles and wraps his arms around Tenebrae to hug her, his words slight to gain strength, "Thank you Tene...for helping me. You are indeed a well friend."
Tenebrae grins. "Aye, and a hottie on top of it. Seems you have all the luck."
Tenebrae snickers.
Aevo chuckles and slowly makes his way to seek shelter in an inn or perhaps an empty home of a nearby villager. Before he disappears, he looks back, his jesting manners seem to have made their way back in full, "Hey, Tene the hottie! Did anyone ever tell you that you have a nice rear?" The man then disappears, walking towards the east.
Aevo exits north.
At The Shrine
The house that had belonged to a very caring pair has now been reduced to ash. Remnants of steel and other various items that survived the horrid blaze still lie strewn about in such a disasterous manner, that it would cause one to wonder what particularly might have happened to this humble abode. Equidistant of the entire area lies a single tombstone with the forgotten language of the dead plastered all along the frame. Looking close at the words upon the tombstone, you see: R.I.P Aleriah Molvey, 'You are my eternal.' As a light shiver creeps along the vertebrae that allows you to remain erect, you take notice of a being who seems to be kneeling behind the gravestone, their form ever-veiled in whispering shadows and the faint luster of amethyst emerges from the chest. Indeed caught off guard by the presence os another, the heart skips a beat, but if you observe a little better, there is nary a sign of movement to be seen. Bravery edges footing to move closer toward the figure; Gaze to make notion that the being is fabricated by the workings of a cruel hemlock that had turned man to stone; And that man was the twisted horned, demonic entity, Nasada. The once vile beast remains watching over his beloved's tomb and his massive wings are folded to provide safety and eternal guard from graverobbers or those that seek to bring desecration to this tragic resting place. The faint taint of violet radiance eminates from a black medallion that lies in the creature's naked chest; Quite odd, for this sacred relic remains unguarded and indeed looks as if it is able to be removed with ease from the fallen necromancer's hardened flesh. Drawn to the profound power it wields, you decide to atleast give an attempt to take it, but quickly learn to do otherwise once you make contact with this archaic artifact. The body becomes paralyzed with fear and the mind is seized unto viewing distorted images od the past. Wars of Olde, the falling of civilizations, the murders of millings, souls trapped in memory: These are many of the disturbung conceptions that filter the mortal mind, but they are not the end. It is as if you are looking through the eyes of the great demon, forced to watch as his many sorrows pass again: His parents slain, former lovers being murdered or taking their own lives, the removal of his soul by the dark God Solaris, the deaths of his friends, the loss of his daughter, and the last of his cruel life, the death of his wife to be, Aleriah. Tears -indeed caused by the brooding nature of the seal of darkness- swell in your eyes as you are released from arcane grasp, and you realize that this man deserves his rest eternal with his beloved, for his life was nothing but full of pain and hatred for life itself. With gaze to the statue one last time, you can notice a single sanguine tear that has fallen, and suspect that it is for the best to leave this area so that the lovers may finally rest in peace for eternity.
Tenebrae gazes on, stunned, speechless. Finally regaining her voice, she stutters, "Wh-what does it mean?" She wipes at her eyes with the back her hand.
Aevo shrugs silence being his only response as a solitary digit traces over the workings of stone. After a brief moment a sigh escapes the confines of his lungs, soon followed by word, "This is the thing in my head.... He is making my life a living Hell, Tene...." Aevo's gaze slips over the medallion as he continues, "I think it has something to do with that...thing in its chest."
Tenebrae steps closer to the statue, impassive study of the demon ensuing. A keener interest sparks in her eyes at sight of the medallion. "It's a thing of darkness, and I dare say the source of this one's power, while he lived." She turns to the lycan. "Take it from him, Aevo. Either destroy it, or wear it, but this must come to some conclusion, sweet, before it drives you mad." Slender hand comes to rest on his shoulder.
Aevo blinks, her hand indeed to give a slight startle as it touches his flesh and his head turning so that he may beset worried a glance to the vampiress, "Take it?! What....what if it were to destroy me? What if to take this It would to mean surrender of my life?"
Tenebrae reaches a forefinger toward the dark-glowing disk, the digit circling the air above it. "I don't want you to die, my friend. But I don't want you going utterly mad, either. There has to be some way..." She reaches for the object.
Aevo reaches upward, swift and unexpected, grip crushing to the woman's wrist. His voice alters and Aevo's words are harsh, "Touch it and I'll break every digit, wench!"
Tenebrae gasps, wrist wrenched cruelly by the lycan's preternaturally strong grasp. "Aevo!" Her eyes, puzzlement emblazoned on those peridot hues, and pain. Lips part in a soundless cry, a rage flooding to the surface of her mind. Her voice is cool, almost metallically edged. "You.. whatever you are... release my lycan, or deal with me yourself, coward!"
Aevo smirks, his face growing ever closer to Tenebrae's. Free hand that was lowered to the man's side reaches up and traces under the woman's chin, his smirk indeed sadistic and sick, "Deal with you myself? You would be but a young fool to ask for such a request. Your mortal flesh would surely fail you had I deemed it fit to end your life. But....nay. You are to be useful...."
Tenebrae 's lips are thin as string, as she wrenches her head to avoid his touch. Her gaze snapping back to meet his own, dire and arctic rage apparent in those narrowed hues, she spits her words. "I'll not be of use to anyone, demon. I do as I wish, or die trying. I'll yet claim the life of this one from you, and watch you sink back to the hell that spawned you." Though her body shudders in pain, she averts that stare not, even to blink.
Aevo leans forward a bit, tongue lashing out to grace the woman's cheek, not in lust, but in taunt. "You will help me.... if you want your lycan returned in whole. I need an army, Tenebrae. I need those with....skill. And you, my dear woman of the dark arts, are just what I'm looking for. What say you, the life of your pet in exchange for your aide?"
Tenebrae 's eyes brim with fury, barely contained. "You'd have us be pawns in your game, then? I doubt it. Better we die, than live as servants of such as you. Unless.." Her expression shifts, features taking a more subtle cast that speaks of the cunning mind behind them. "Unless there's benefit for us both. In abundance."
Aevo 's head cranks to the left, the sickening crunch of bone muffled by flesh to sound about, "You.....are indeed not dull in wit, are you? What be it that you ask for? For if gold is your price, I’ve nary a piece of copper to my person. I can....give you power. I can....teach you much. What do you desire most?" The man lowers his jaw and his tongue snakes over elongated canine; azure coronae ablaze like icy flame.
Tenebrae's lips curl slightly at the corners, luscious rose-hued mouth now quirking to a wicked smile. "Gold is worthless to such as we, demon, and you know it. What do I desire...?" She pauses, as if considering the question. "I desire ... power, as you have it. I desire..." Her own head lifts forward, those plump lips brushing his cheek, breath hot and sweet against his flesh as she speaks in a tone both tender and deadly. "I desire nothing less than to conquer this godforsaken place. Or at least, cause some serious mayhem in the attempt..."
Aevo bursts out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, once brow raised high like a flag to signal war. "Then, join me. Join me in ressurecting my beloved and my flesh. Help my beloved and I lead an army across this waste-land to rid the world of those that shall oppose us. Help me get Donovan's blade."
Tenebrae shrugs. "I've not a lot else better to do..." A quick wrench of her wrist breaks the grasp. Rubbing at it, a smile as thin and curved as an assassin's blade spreads across her face. "Count me in. But I want the lycan whole and sane at the end of it."
Aevo smirks. "Find a solution to unmake my flesh from stone and he will be returned as yours for eternity, much sooner than you would expect. Though, I will still hold you to swear allegiance once he is free. I will teach you both much in coming times...." Aevo's hands then suddenly reach for his head and he screams, pain and torment quite evident in his lean frame. A single tear storms from the fortress to which he uses to see, and his expression becomes blank.
Tenebrae shudders, observing with not inconsiderable alarm the violent change that passes through the body of Aevo. Knowing now in full his plight, she wraps an arm about his waist, offering support of both body and mind greatly wracked. "Aevo..?" Her tone a gentle whisper. "Are you alright, sweetness?"
Aevo looks around in a dreamy daze, an arm falling over the woman's shoulder as he tries to make sense of his surroundings. When the azure in his eyes turn pale, he sets his gaze unto Tenebrae, voice weak and concerned, "....Tene....what happened? What's going on? ...Are you well?" His messy hair is tilted forward once he actually recognizes her words, "...Yes...I am fine..."
Tenebrae combs Aevo's unruly hair back with her fingers, to glance into his eyes as if checking for something. Seeming satisfied with what she finds, she replies. "I'm alright." Her wrist throbs, but would heal and was hardly worth a mention."I know what's wrong with you now, pet. And we have been given a task. If we complete it, you'll be free. And we'll have power...."
Aevo 's eyes take on but the slightest twinkle at the mention of the word 'free'; indeed what he has been longing to hear since he had been taken captive by such a foul creature of Hell's creation. Forcing a smile and placing his gaze to hers, his words seem weak as he again speaks, ".....A task?.... What...kind of task? and...if I am to be free upon completion, then I suppose I will do anything that we have been appointed to do..."
Tenebrae nods, smiling her satisfaction to see the familiar knavish shine to his eye returning. "We're to bring this demon and his love back to the realm of the flesh. And help him raise an army. You up for it?"
Aevo chuckles, the familiar emotion of happiness and jest to begin its journey through his veins and unto his heart. He leans over and places a friendly kiss atop the vampiress' head, a wink when he leans back. "If it mean that I am to fight along side you....then indeed I am, friend. Though...I am so...weak right now. I....need to rest."
Tenebrae nods. "And I need to think. Quite a bit. My task is to find a way to release him.." She points to the statue. "From that stone. A right puzzle, I think it will prove. but you go rest, sweetness. Look me up when you've slept, and we'll talk."
Aevo smiles and wraps his arms around Tenebrae to hug her, his words slight to gain strength, "Thank you Tene...for helping me. You are indeed a well friend."
Tenebrae grins. "Aye, and a hottie on top of it. Seems you have all the luck."
Tenebrae snickers.
Aevo chuckles and slowly makes his way to seek shelter in an inn or perhaps an empty home of a nearby villager. Before he disappears, he looks back, his jesting manners seem to have made their way back in full, "Hey, Tene the hottie! Did anyone ever tell you that you have a nice rear?" The man then disappears, walking towards the east.
Aevo exits north.