OnlineHost: *** You are in "MZ Destyn Border". ***
OnlineHost: Lord Xzean has entered the room.
Lord Xzean: ::teleports on the trail of the annoyance::
Lord Xzean: ::wondering where in the hell this desolate place is::
DaraeIRene: :;huff huff huff huff. Darael is tripping over his own feet as he tears for destyn at top
DaraeIRene: speed. it is a desolate place. it's known as the Martial Zone. a place where there are no
DaraeIRene: laws or boundries::
Lord Xzean: ::makeing a quick compuation in his mind, he teleports again, 10 feet in front of the
Lord Xzean: running child, and he hits a magic barrier::
DaraeIRene: :;shit shit shit. The boy skitters back, a red mark on his forehead from where he hit the
DaraeIRene: barrier::
Lord Xzean: ::lays the hold spell on Darael::
Lord Xzean: ::with a frown::
Lord Xzean: You should have know you couldn't get away.
DaraeIRene: ::his teeth grit and his narrow. His muscles twitch and tense like knotted cords::
DaraeIRene: ::he leans forward, despite the holding spell. His voice is not his own but one belonging
DaraeIRene: to three all entertwined and from the ground a thickening black mist rises, curling around
DaraeIRene: his body in the form of dead spirits he hisses:: I am a chyld of Destyn and you cannot hold
DaraeIRene: me, Wizard.
DaraeIRene: ::his eyes are white, too. pure and solid::
Lord Xzean: ::tugs his glove back on, and removes the other, revealing a cross and a heart impaled by a
Lord Xzean: stake::
DaraeIRene: :;ah, but it isn't the undead. it's magic. Magic Darael Rene Duran holds naturally. like
DaraeIRene: his blood and breath. The air keens, thick with the smell of musty shadows and death and
DaraeIRene: decay. the ground shivers and one by one, the magic cords that weave the holding spell snap
Lord Xzean: ::touches both of them, keeping any undead around here away from them::
DaraeIRene: and brake and write over the ground like live wires::
Lord Xzean: ::and then tugs his glove back on::
DaraeIRene: ::the mist still rises, curling around Darael, wraping their arms around him and nuzzling
Lord Xzean: Well, aren't we the SPECIAL one.
DaraeIRene: him as if to comfort or make love or something of the sort. in any case, they grin to the
DaraeIRene: Minister and comb their fingers through his hair::
DaraeIRene: ::Darael doesn't answer. he has curled himself into a ball like a small babe::
Lord Xzean: You are a pitiful child.
Lord Xzean: ::his black bladed scythe appears in his hands::
DaraeIRene: ::the shadows pull together into one and shoot up into the air
in a bright, black light::
DaraeIRene: ::the ground pulls itself apart and swallows the boy whole::
Lord Xzean: ::grumbles, and points his hand at where the boy was::
Lord Xzean: ::the ground explodes, revealing a 10 foot deep hole::
Lord Xzean: ::in a 100 foot radius::
DaraeIRene: :;and the ten by 100 hole reveals more...
has that boy gotten to?::
Lord Xzean: ::waves his hands, doing his locate spell again, on anything
in
a 10 mile radius, besides
Lord Xzean: undead::
DaraeIRene: :;the magic returns crisp and clean with absolutely nothing::
Lord Xzean: ::ok...includes undead this time::
DaraeIRene: :;above thunder clouds roll in, rumbling in amusement at the
Ministers perdicament. The
DaraeIRene: spell for the undead reveals nothing as well. After all, there
were no undead here to begin
DaraeIRene: with::
Lord Xzean: ::frowns, and reaches out with his physic powers, to touch any
intellegences around, up to
Lord Xzean: the borders of the cities::
DaraeIRene: ::nothing nothing nothing. there's a whole lot of nothing and
it's choking::
Lord Xzean: ::damn right it is!::
Lord Xzean: ::makes a quick calculation of where he would have went if
uninterupted::
Lord Xzean: ::and teleports there::
OnlineHost: *** You are in "Castle Darklyte". ***
OnlineHost: Lord Xzean has entered the room.
Lord Xzean: ::looks around, wondering AGAIN where he is::
DaraeIRene: ::Castle Darklyte is a castle in the clouds. The whispy
droplets of suspended moisture whip
DaraeIRene: about the lavishly decorated structure. the floor is nothing
but
an aquarium::
DaraeIRene: ::you find yourself in the main court. outside is a terrace::
Lord Xzean: ::casts a spell, wondering where he is now::
DaraeIRene: ::there is still nothing but instead of magic, a laugh
rises. it is oily and
DaraeIRene: sickening...it has to be Daraels::
Lord Xzean: ::using his keen hearing, where starts to walk in the direction
it came from::
DaraeIRene: ::out on the terrace. the boy has drawn his knees to his chest.
Dark wings have wrapped
Lord Xzean: When I get him....he is getting that damned tattoo. I swear to
Takhisis.
DaraeIRene: around his body and his skin is speckled with dirt and rocks.
He watches Xzean only
DaraeIRene: laughing more and more and when the man steps into view, he
hushes, repressing his mirth to
DaraeIRene: few escaped giggles every now and then::
Lord Xzean: ::ignores him, and begins to trace a pattern in the air::
Lord Xzean: ::a eye, with a small line going up from the center::
DaraeIRene: ::he grins and presses one long nailed finger into the air
before him. There is a crackle
Lord Xzean: ::and two small lines coming out from the sides::
DaraeIRene: and a hiss and nothing more but the air reaks of power::
DaraeIRene: :;and power smells kind of like chicken. okay, not really, but
wouldn't that be great if it
DaraeIRene: did?::
Lord Xzean: ::chants:: The splugworth....Chiag-ku....those those teach, and
I who learn...
Lord Xzean: Grant me this small boon.
Lord Xzean: ::points directly to Darael, and the pattern traces itself onto
the back of his hand::
DaraeIRene: ::he grins, showing off a set of long, needle like teeth. he
waits, amused::
DaraeIRene: :;as soon as the tracing is complete, there is the sound of
breaking glass and the pieces of
DaraeIRene: magic and "tattoo" filter to the floor::
Lord Xzean: ::the pattern actually reforms, and begins to reaply itself::
DaraeIRene: :;and again it breaks, stubbornly::
DaraeIRene: Blessed are we, Akki.
Lord Xzean: ::and it reforms, and tries to reapply itself again::
Lord Xzean: Whatever shield you have, it will wear it down.
Lord Xzean: It won't stop until you let it on.
Lord Xzean: ::shrugs::
DaraeIRene: ::he tosses his head back and this time, not only does it
shatter again but it forces itself
DaraeIRene: upon Xzean. The shadows are thick and their touch is violating
and sinlike. perverse ::
Lord Xzean: ::it goes onto his gloved hand, and aborbs::
Lord Xzean: ::the pattern reappears in midair, and tries to go onto him
again::
Lord Xzean: ::Takes off his other glove, showing him that tattoo already
there, and another one with a
Lord Xzean: eye, and some other designs::
DaraeIRene: An'ei Eimen. ::he snaps back. The Shadows swarm about him
sinking into his clothing and
DaraeIRene: along his skin::
Lord Xzean: ::not concerned, since he is a Shadow Mage::
DaraeIRene: ::There is a difference between a Shadow mage and a Destyn
Shadow mage. those dark things
DaraeIRene: that afflict the minister swirl and spread over his body sucking
like leechs not magic from
DaraeIRene: his body, not blood, but his very life:: usodekatameru kuma
::he hisses again and in
DaraeIRene: electric blue, a spider's web weaves itself behind him::
Lord Xzean: ::groans in pain, and falls to his knees::
DaraeIRene: ::the strands of silky web filter along the cobbled stones of
Darklyte::
Lord Xzean: Usgurai......atsma! ::a wind begins, and picks up::
Lord Xzean: ::blowing the filthy shadows away into nothingness::
DaraeIRene: ::and slowly slowly slowly the blue webbing finds Xzean and
wraps around his ankles. And
DaraeIRene: here's pain! Like booring worms, the webs dig themsleves into
the Minister through the pours
DaraeIRene: of his skin, entertwining with veins::
Lord Xzean: ::groans again, not letting anything other then that show::
DaraeIRene: ::Darael hops up onto the Banister of Darklyte and leans back.
he falls like a rock through
DaraeIRene: the clouds to Destyn's surface. his wings snap open then and
he
tears at the sky and
DaraeIRene: disappears::
Lord Xzean: My body....cannot be...altered....in anyway...
Lord Xzean: ::stands up slowly, and there is a flash, as the webs
dissapear::
DaraeIRene: ::the ones on the outside die immedatly, those already within
are in the process of
Lord Xzean: ::floats, and then quickly flies after him::
DaraeIRene: withering into death::
OnlineHost: *** You are in "DN Twysted Forest". ***
OnlineHost: Lord Xzean has entered the room.
Lord Xzean: ::flies after him, right on his tail::
DaraeIRene: ::the lands on the soft ground of the forest floor and shrinks
away behind a tree the Destyn
DaraeIRene: Shadows eager to wisk him away again::
Lord Xzean: ::growls, as he lands, the shadows also gather around him, and
his power::
DaraeIRene: :;shadows, maybe, but not Destyns. It has been said by more
than one that Darael Rene Duran
DaraeIRene: is the strongers with the Destyn Shadows...and that they favor
him and that that is what
DaraeIRene: drives the boy and makes him the way he is....so...cynical and
evil::
Lord Xzean: ::this mun didn't say the goddamn Destyn shadows. Darael can
have them!::
DaraeIRene: Darael's white fingers appear bright against the stain of the
dark gnarled trees and his
Lord Xzean: ::tugging on his gloves as if it were a habit, he looks around
for the stupid demon kid::
DaraeIRene: voice is a listless sigh:: I hate you.....
DaraeIRene: I have another question... ::the shadows swallow his fingers
again::
DaraeIRene: :;the tree leaves above rustle as if someone were climbing
through them. and oh yeah, I'm
DaraeIRene: sure there are plenty of undead here::
Lord Xzean: ::doesn't give a shit if they are Destyn undead or not. They
still obey Necromancy::
Lord Xzean: I don't care, you little fool!
Lord Xzean: ::and of course, the tattoo is still reapplying itself::
DaraeIRene: :;maybe. the Bastille family that once had castles here never
were very ruly. especially
DaraeIRene: when Destyn's forces murdered them::
DaraeIRene: ::and still being broken:: then I won't ask it.
DaraeIRene: ::his voice ends in a curling of rustled leaves::
Lord Xzean: ::calms down, but only a bit::
Lord Xzean: Ask it.
Lord Xzean: I am....here to help you.
DaraeIRene: I want to know why you want to teach me.
Lord Xzean: Because you have the potential.
DaraeIRene: ::more silence where the chill of the forest sets in about their
bones:: You have made me
DaraeIRene: reach one descision, Minister.
Lord Xzean: ::the magic shield around him is so strong, it is glowing::
DaraeIRene: I don't want to learn magic anymore.
DaraeIRene: and I don't think I'm going to.
Lord Xzean: You are still under my care.
DaraeIRene: for how long?
DaraeIRene: :;his voice is calm. wistful and tranquil::
Lord Xzean: Years.
Lord Xzean: This is a apprenticeship.
Lord Xzean: Not a vacation.
DaraeIRene: you cannot apprentice me in something I won't learn.
DaraeIRene: Why do you want to take care of me?
Lord Xzean: Because....
DaraeIRene: why?
Lord Xzean: ::I can't say it...I can't....damnit I can't!::
Lord Xzean: I...
Lord Xzean: ::no no no no no...damnit no::
Lord Xzean: ::no I don't::
DaraeIRene: :;a large, silver spider skitters down the tree and over Xzean's
foot::
DaraeIRene: You.....
Lord Xzean: ::reaches down and gently picks up the spider::
Lord Xzean: ::petting it::
DaraeIRene: :;the little thing hisses and digs it's spindly feet into
Xzean's hand. its tiny head
DaraeIRene: wedges beneath the magicians skin::
Lord Xzean: ::endures the little pain, and since he has a natural affinity
with spiders, and is immune
Lord Xzean: their poisons, lets it...for now::
DaraeIRene: ::the spider frollics happily beneath the man's skin. cute
spider::
Lord Xzean: ::the spider is naturaly pushed back to the surface, and there
isn't a mark::
Lord Xzean: ::of course, the spider is quickly put down::
DaraeIRene: ::poor rejected spider. it was just about to lay eggs. it
scampers away::
Lord Xzean: ::and after that, he puts his damn gloves back on::
DaraeIRene: I think you're lying to me, Minister.
Lord Xzean: Because I care, goddamnit!
DaraeIRene: I see.....
DaraeIRene: ::a pause where you can feel Darael smiling. it isn't a kind
smile:: You care....and that's
DaraeIRene: why you bled me, that's why you lock me up, that's why you
insult me and that's why you're
DaraeIRene: forcing this magical...mark on me even though you know I abhor
it.
DaraeIRene: wow.
DaraeIRene: If that's how you show affection I guess I'm in love with all
those god damned people who
DaraeIRene: think I hate them.
Lord Xzean: ::isn't listening very much, but trying to push the Destyn
shadows back with his power::
DaraeIRene: ::maybe he should listen::
DaraeIRene: You know.....
DaraeIRene: It is said that when Destyn conquers the other realms....
DaraeIRene: that my brother Quinn will lead the armies who do it.
DaraeIRene: It's also said that my sister will take up great politcal power
and rule the new Destyn...
DaraeIRene: but nothing like that was ever said about me....
Lord Xzean: ::good for him. With sudden inspiration, he casts a globe of
daylight spell::
Lord Xzean: ::a damn bright one...like high noon in a desert::
DaraeIRene: ::he hisses and tumbles back onto the ground::
DaraeIRene: ::his words fall sielnt and he lowers his head to the ground::
Lord Xzean: ::the tattoo tries extra hard to push itself on right now::
DaraeIRene: ::he doesn't speak anymore after that no matter how heart felt
in words were, he forgets
DaraeIRene: them. this is caring, huh?::
Lord Xzean: ::damn skipy it is::
DaraeIRene: ::he holds his wrist forward, eyes down cast, his face solemn.
he drops his spell, not
DaraeIRene: because he had to or because he was too weak to hold it but
because he decided to. the
DaraeIRene: tatto brands itself and his face contorts with the pain of it
and he soon finds himself
DaraeIRene: curled up on the ground in agony::
Lord Xzean: ::pants with the effort on doing that::
Lord Xzean: Darael....dear...dear Darael...
DaraeIRene: ::the boy's suffering is almost silent, broken by gasps for air
as he claws at his skin::
Lord Xzean: You must always resist....what is best for you...
DaraeIRene: :he can hardly hear the man through the bursts and flashes of
the horrible pain::
DaraeIRene: :;that and the sound of his own body screaming in protest::
Lord Xzean: ::mercifully, pulls out a pain deadening poison, and pours it
onto Darael's arm::
Lord Xzean: ::where it absorbs...and makes the pain go away::
DaraeIRene: ::he pants and his body relaxes. he holds his knees to his
chest, turning his face to the
DaraeIRene: dirt as he floats through a world of exhausted muscles and heavy
air::
Lord Xzean: ::keeps the globe of daylight going::
Lord Xzean: ::keeping the Destyn shadows away::
DaraeIRene: ::he is winced, screwing his eyes shut from the light::
DaraeIRene: ::Destyn has never before seen light::
Lord Xzean: Hmmmmm.
DaraeIRene: ::he gasps still and his voice is weak and strangled:: You can
never....get me...to return
DaraeIRene: your emotion....by forcing this upon me. by forcing anything
upon me....or through
DaraeIRene: degredation.
Lord Xzean: ::knows inside what he says is true....but has never done
anything that way::
DaraeIRene: I will not obey.....and you may wound me....and you may beat
me
down...
DaraeIRene: and you may kill me....
DaraeIRene: but when you do, You will have my dead body....
DaraeIRene: not my obediance.
Lord Xzean: I do not want your blind obediance.
Lord Xzean: I want your...understanding.
DaraeIRene: Why should I even try... :;a rasping intake of air:: If you will
not give me the same?
Lord Xzean: ::kneels down besides his small body::
DaraeIRene: ::he struggles then to sit up, his arms crossed over his chest
and stomach::
DaraeIRene: ::he manages to his knees, his forehead lowered to the dirt::
Lord Xzean: I....don't know.
DaraeIRene: When I have gained my strength, I am leaving your Keep and you
are letting me go.
Lord Xzean: And why am I doing this?
DaraeIRene: for........ Understanding.
Lord Xzean: ::laughs::
DaraeIRene: you have thwarted any desire in my body to learn magic.
Lord Xzean: Do you not wish to learn...to best me in the very thing I use?
DaraeIRene: ::he hates being laughed at. he's always hated it:: No. I live
to serve Destyn, not best
DaraeIRene: you. I no longer wish to learn magic.
Lord Xzean: Perhaps...you have finnaly learned what I wanted you too.
Lord Xzean: ::stands up, looking down at him::
Lord Xzean: That you live to serve Destyn.
DaraeIRene: ::he sighs at that. he's not in the mood for arguing no matter
how stupid the Minister is
Lord Xzean: And you can not do that, be being the person you are...or were.
DaraeIRene: being. Everyone knows that Darael Duran wakes up every morning
to serve Destyn.
DaraeIRene: everyone knows it::
DaraeIRene: Minister....
Lord Xzean: Everyone may know that.
DaraeIRene: Minister....
Lord Xzean: But you can't do that is all of Destyn HATES you!
DaraeIRene:
Lord Xzean: ::looks around...then back to him::
Lord Xzean: Yes?
DaraeIRene: The only thing you have done for me here is reaffirm my hatred
for people and for love and
DaraeIRene: for caring and for hopes and dreams and aspirations....
DaraeIRene: you have only reaffirmed my hatred for you and everything that
you represent.
Lord Xzean: And you think I represent hopes and dreams and caring?
DaraeIRene: no.
Lord Xzean: Good.
DaraeIRene: ::he pushes himself to his feet, wavering::
Lord Xzean: This forest could use a little light from time to time.
Lord Xzean: .....we all could.
DaraeIRene: Destyn is not a realm of light.
DaraeIRene: Minister....
Lord Xzean: I have a name,
DaraeIRene: Xzean....
Lord Xzean: Yes?
DaraeIRene: may I take leave of you? Before I return to your keep I would
like to see some friends of
DaraeIRene: mine.. :;friends. bah. well, they seem to like him::
Lord Xzean: ::nods sadly::
Lord Xzean: Return to the keep....
Lord Xzean: Whenever you want.
Lord Xzean: Or never.
Lord Xzean: If you want.
DaraeIRene: ::he looks angry, then::
DaraeIRene: what?
DaraeIRene: You brand me like cattle with this mark on my wrist and now I
do
not even have to return?!
Lord Xzean: ::smirks::
Lord Xzean: That will benefit you no matter what.
DaraeIRene: ::he sighs and turns, walking away::
OnlineHost: *** You are in "MZ Destyn Border". ***
OnlineHost: Lord Xzean has entered the room.
Lord Xzean: ::teleports on the trail of the annoyance::
Lord Xzean: ::wondering where in the hell this desolate place is::
DaraeIRene: :;huff huff huff huff. Darael is tripping over his own feet as
he tears for destyn at top
DaraeIRene: speed. it is a desolate place. it's known as the Martial Zone.
a place where there are no
DaraeIRene: laws or boundries::
Lord Xzean: ::makeing a quick compuation in his mind, he teleports again,
10 feet in front of the
Lord Xzean: running child, and he hits a magic barrier::
DaraeIRene: :;shit shit shit. The boy skitters back, a red mark on his forehead
from where he hit the
DaraeIRene: barrier::
Lord Xzean: ::lays the hold spell on Darael::
Lord Xzean: ::with a frown::
Lord Xzean: You should have know you couldn't get away.
DaraeIRene: ::his teeth grit and his narrow. His muscles twitch and tense
like knotted cords::
DaraeIRene: ::he leans forward, despite the holding spell. His voice is not
his own but one belonging
DaraeIRene: to three all entertwined and from the ground a thickening black
mist rises, curling around
DaraeIRene: his body in the form of dead spirits he hisses:: I am a chyld
of Destyn and you cannot hold
DaraeIRene: me, Wizard.
DaraeIRene: ::his eyes are white, too. pure and solid::
Lord Xzean: ::tugs his glove back on, and removes the other, revealing a
cross and a heart impaled by a
Lord Xzean: stake::
DaraeIRene: :;ah, but it isn't the undead. it's magic. Magic Darael Rene
Duran holds naturally. like
DaraeIRene: his blood and breath. The air keens, thick with the smell of
musty shadows and death and
DaraeIRene: decay. the ground shivers and one by one, the magic cords that
weave the holding spell snap
Lord Xzean: ::touches both of them, keeping any undead around here away from
them::
DaraeIRene: and brake and write over the ground like live wires::
Lord Xzean: ::and then tugs his glove back on::
DaraeIRene: ::the mist still rises, curling around Darael, wraping their
arms around him and nuzzling
Lord Xzean: Well, aren't we the SPECIAL one.
DaraeIRene: him as if to comfort or make love or something of the sort. in
any case, they grin to the
DaraeIRene: Minister and comb their fingers through his hair::
DaraeIRene: ::Darael doesn't answer. he has curled himself into a ball like
a small babe::
Lord Xzean: You are a pitiful child.
Lord Xzean: ::his black bladed scythe appears in his hands::
DaraeIRene: ::the shadows pull together into one and shoot up into the air
in a bright, black light::
DaraeIRene: ::the ground pulls itself apart and swallows the boy whole::
Lord Xzean: ::grumbles, and points his hand at where the boy was::
Lord Xzean: ::the ground explodes, revealing a 10 foot deep hole::
Lord Xzean: ::in a 100 foot radius::
DaraeIRene: :;and the ten by 100 hole reveals more...
has that boy gotten to?::
Lord Xzean: ::waves his hands, doing his locate spell again, on anything
in
a 10 mile radius, besides
Lord Xzean: undead::
DaraeIRene: :;the magic returns crisp and clean with absolutely nothing::
Lord Xzean: ::ok...includes undead this time::
DaraeIRene: :;above thunder clouds roll in, rumbling in amusement at the
Ministers perdicament. The
DaraeIRene: spell for the undead reveals nothing as well. After all, there
were no undead here to begin
DaraeIRene: with::
Lord Xzean: ::frowns, and reaches out with his physic powers, to touch any
intellegences around, up to
Lord Xzean: the borders of the cities::
DaraeIRene: ::nothing nothing nothing. there's a whole lot of nothing and
it's choking::
Lord Xzean: ::damn right it is!::
Lord Xzean: ::makes a quick calculation of where he would have went if
uninterupted::
Lord Xzean: ::and teleports there::
OnlineHost: *** You are in "Castle Darklyte". ***
OnlineHost: Lord Xzean has entered the room.
Lord Xzean: ::looks around, wondering AGAIN where he is::
DaraeIRene: ::Castle Darklyte is a castle in the clouds. The whispy
droplets of suspended moisture whip
DaraeIRene: about the lavishly decorated structure. the floor is nothing
but
an aquarium::
DaraeIRene: ::you find yourself in the main court. outside is a terrace::
Lord Xzean: ::casts a spell, wondering where he is now::
DaraeIRene: ::there is still nothing but instead of magic, a laugh
rises. it is oily and
DaraeIRene: sickening...it has to be Daraels::
Lord Xzean: ::using his keen hearing, where starts to walk in the direction
it came from::
DaraeIRene: ::out on the terrace. the boy has drawn his knees to his chest.
Dark wings have wrapped
Lord Xzean: When I get him....he is getting that damned tattoo. I swear to
Takhisis.
DaraeIRene: around his body and his skin is speckled with dirt and rocks.
He watches Xzean only
DaraeIRene: laughing more and more and when the man steps into view, he
hushes, repressing his mirth to
DaraeIRene: few escaped giggles every now and then::
Lord Xzean: ::ignores him, and begins to trace a pattern in the air::
Lord Xzean: ::a eye, with a small line going up from the center::
DaraeIRene: ::he grins and presses one long nailed finger into the air
before him. There is a crackle
Lord Xzean: ::and two small lines coming out from the sides::
DaraeIRene: and a hiss and nothing more but the air reaks of power::
DaraeIRene: :;and power smells kind of like chicken. okay, not really, but
wouldn't that be great if it
DaraeIRene: did?::
Lord Xzean: ::chants:: The splugworth....Chiag-ku....those those teach, and
I who learn...
Lord Xzean: Grant me this small boon.
Lord Xzean: ::points directly to Darael, and the pattern traces itself onto
the back of his hand::
DaraeIRene: ::he grins, showing off a set of long, needle like teeth. he
waits, amused::
DaraeIRene: :;as soon as the tracing is complete, there is the sound of
breaking glass and the pieces of
DaraeIRene: magic and "tattoo" filter to the floor::
Lord Xzean: ::the pattern actually reforms, and begins to reaply itself::
DaraeIRene: :;and again it breaks, stubbornly::
DaraeIRene: Blessed are we, Akki.
Lord Xzean: ::and it reforms, and tries to reapply itself again::
Lord Xzean: Whatever shield you have, it will wear it down.
Lord Xzean: It won't stop until you let it on.
Lord Xzean: ::shrugs::
DaraeIRene: ::he tosses his head back and this time, not only does it
shatter again but it forces itself
DaraeIRene: upon Xzean. The shadows are thick and their touch is violating
and sinlike. perverse ::
Lord Xzean: ::it goes onto his gloved hand, and aborbs::
Lord Xzean: ::the pattern reappears in midair, and tries to go onto him
again::
Lord Xzean: ::Takes off his other glove, showing him that tattoo already
there, and another one with a
Lord Xzean: eye, and some other designs::
DaraeIRene: An'ei Eimen. ::he snaps back. The Shadows swarm about him
sinking into his clothing and
DaraeIRene: along his skin::
Lord Xzean: ::not concerned, since he is a Shadow Mage::
DaraeIRene: ::There is a difference between a Shadow mage and a Destyn
Shadow mage. those dark things
DaraeIRene: that afflict the minister swirl and spread over his body sucking
like leechs not magic from
DaraeIRene: his body, not blood, but his very life:: usodekatameru kuma
::he hisses again and in
DaraeIRene: electric blue, a spider's web weaves itself behind him::
Lord Xzean: ::groans in pain, and falls to his knees::
DaraeIRene: ::the strands of silky web filter along the cobbled stones of
Darklyte::
Lord Xzean: Usgurai......atsma! ::a wind begins, and picks up::
Lord Xzean: ::blowing the filthy shadows away into nothingness::
DaraeIRene: ::and slowly slowly slowly the blue webbing finds Xzean and
wraps around his ankles. And
DaraeIRene: here's pain! Like booring worms, the webs dig themsleves into
the Minister through the pours
DaraeIRene: of his skin, entertwining with veins::
Lord Xzean: ::groans again, not letting anything other then that show::
DaraeIRene: ::Darael hops up onto the Banister of Darklyte and leans back.
he falls like a rock through
DaraeIRene: the clouds to Destyn's surface. his wings snap open then and
he
tears at the sky and
DaraeIRene: disappears::
Lord Xzean: My body....cannot be...altered....in anyway...
Lord Xzean: ::stands up slowly, and there is a flash, as the webs
dissapear::
DaraeIRene: ::the ones on the outside die immedatly, those already within
are in the process of
Lord Xzean: ::floats, and then quickly flies after him::
DaraeIRene: withering into death::
OnlineHost: *** You are in "DN Twysted Forest". ***
OnlineHost: Lord Xzean has entered the room.
Lord Xzean: ::flies after him, right on his tail::
DaraeIRene: ::the lands on the soft ground of the forest floor and shrinks
away behind a tree the Destyn
DaraeIRene: Shadows eager to wisk him away again::
Lord Xzean: ::growls, as he lands, the shadows also gather around him, and
his power::
DaraeIRene: :;shadows, maybe, but not Destyns. It has been said by more
than one that Darael Rene Duran
DaraeIRene: is the strongers with the Destyn Shadows...and that they favor
him and that that is what
DaraeIRene: drives the boy and makes him the way he is....so...cynical and
evil::
Lord Xzean: ::this mun didn't say the goddamn Destyn shadows. Darael can
have them!::
DaraeIRene: Darael's white fingers appear bright against the stain of the
dark gnarled trees and his
Lord Xzean: ::tugging on his gloves as if it were a habit, he looks around
for the stupid demon kid::
DaraeIRene: voice is a listless sigh:: I hate you.....
DaraeIRene: I have another question... ::the shadows swallow his fingers
again::
DaraeIRene: :;the tree leaves above rustle as if someone were climbing
through them. and oh yeah, I'm
DaraeIRene: sure there are plenty of undead here::
Lord Xzean: ::doesn't give a shit if they are Destyn undead or not. They
still obey Necromancy::
Lord Xzean: I don't care, you little fool!
Lord Xzean: ::and of course, the tattoo is still reapplying itself::
DaraeIRene: :;maybe. the Bastille family that once had castles here never
were very ruly. especially
DaraeIRene: when Destyn's forces murdered them::
DaraeIRene: ::and still being broken:: then I won't ask it.
DaraeIRene: ::his voice ends in a curling of rustled leaves::
Lord Xzean: ::calms down, but only a bit::
Lord Xzean: Ask it.
Lord Xzean: I am....here to help you.
DaraeIRene: I want to know why you want to teach me.
Lord Xzean: Because you have the potential.
DaraeIRene: ::more silence where the chill of the forest sets in about their
bones:: You have made me
DaraeIRene: reach one descision, Minister.
Lord Xzean: ::the magic shield around him is so strong, it is glowing::
DaraeIRene: I don't want to learn magic anymore.
DaraeIRene: and I don't think I'm going to.
Lord Xzean: You are still under my care.
DaraeIRene: for how long?
DaraeIRene: :;his voice is calm. wistful and tranquil::
Lord Xzean: Years.
Lord Xzean: This is a apprenticeship.
Lord Xzean: Not a vacation.
DaraeIRene: you cannot apprentice me in something I won't learn.
DaraeIRene: Why do you want to take care of me?
Lord Xzean: Because....
DaraeIRene: why?
Lord Xzean: ::I can't say it...I can't....damnit I can't!::
Lord Xzean: I...
Lord Xzean: ::no no no no no...damnit no::
Lord Xzean: ::no I don't::
DaraeIRene: :;a large, silver spider skitters down the tree and over Xzean's
foot::
DaraeIRene: You.....
Lord Xzean: ::reaches down and gently picks up the spider::
Lord Xzean: ::petting it::
DaraeIRene: :;the little thing hisses and digs it's spindly feet into
Xzean's hand. its tiny head
DaraeIRene: wedges beneath the magicians skin::
Lord Xzean: ::endures the little pain, and since he has a natural affinity
with spiders, and is immune
Lord Xzean: their poisons, lets it...for now::
DaraeIRene: ::the spider frollics happily beneath the man's skin. cute
spider::
Lord Xzean: ::the spider is naturaly pushed back to the surface, and there
isn't a mark::
Lord Xzean: ::of course, the spider is quickly put down::
DaraeIRene: ::poor rejected spider. it was just about to lay eggs. it
scampers away::
Lord Xzean: ::and after that, he puts his damn gloves back on::
DaraeIRene: I think you're lying to me, Minister.
Lord Xzean: Because I care, goddamnit!
DaraeIRene: I see.....
DaraeIRene: ::a pause where you can feel Darael smiling. it isn't a kind
smile:: You care....and that's
DaraeIRene: why you bled me, that's why you lock me up, that's why you
insult me and that's why you're
DaraeIRene: forcing this magical...mark on me even though you know I abhor
it.
DaraeIRene: wow.
DaraeIRene: If that's how you show affection I guess I'm in love with all
those god damned people who
DaraeIRene: think I hate them.
Lord Xzean: ::isn't listening very much, but trying to push the Destyn
shadows back with his power::
DaraeIRene: ::maybe he should listen::
DaraeIRene: You know.....
DaraeIRene: It is said that when Destyn conquers the other realms....
DaraeIRene: that my brother Quinn will lead the armies who do it.
DaraeIRene: It's also said that my sister will take up great politcal power
and rule the new Destyn...
DaraeIRene: but nothing like that was ever said about me....
Lord Xzean: ::good for him. With sudden inspiration, he casts a globe of
daylight spell::
Lord Xzean: ::a damn bright one...like high noon in a desert::
DaraeIRene: ::he hisses and tumbles back onto the ground::
DaraeIRene: ::his words fall sielnt and he lowers his head to the ground::
Lord Xzean: ::the tattoo tries extra hard to push itself on right now::
DaraeIRene: ::he doesn't speak anymore after that no matter how heart felt
in words were, he forgets
DaraeIRene: them. this is caring, huh?::
Lord Xzean: ::damn skipy it is::
DaraeIRene: ::he holds his wrist forward, eyes down cast, his face solemn.
he drops his spell, not
DaraeIRene: because he had to or because he was too weak to hold it but
because he decided to. the
DaraeIRene: tatto brands itself and his face contorts with the pain of it
and he soon finds himself
DaraeIRene: curled up on the ground in agony::
Lord Xzean: ::pants with the effort on doing that::
Lord Xzean: Darael....dear...dear Darael...
DaraeIRene: ::the boy's suffering is almost silent, broken by gasps for air
as he claws at his skin::
Lord Xzean: You must always resist....what is best for you...
DaraeIRene: :he can hardly hear the man through the bursts and flashes of
the horrible pain::
DaraeIRene: :;that and the sound of his own body screaming in protest::
Lord Xzean: ::mercifully, pulls out a pain deadening poison, and pours it
onto Darael's arm::
Lord Xzean: ::where it absorbs...and makes the pain go away::
DaraeIRene: ::he pants and his body relaxes. he holds his knees to his
chest, turning his face to the
DaraeIRene: dirt as he floats through a world of exhausted muscles and heavy
air::
Lord Xzean: ::keeps the globe of daylight going::
Lord Xzean: ::keeping the Destyn shadows away::
DaraeIRene: ::he is winced, screwing his eyes shut from the light::
DaraeIRene: ::Destyn has never before seen light::
Lord Xzean: Hmmmmm.
DaraeIRene: ::he gasps still and his voice is weak and strangled:: You can
never....get me...to return
DaraeIRene: your emotion....by forcing this upon me. by forcing anything
upon me....or through
DaraeIRene: degredation.
Lord Xzean: ::knows inside what he says is true....but has never done
anything that way::
DaraeIRene: I will not obey.....and you may wound me....and you may beat
me
down...
DaraeIRene: and you may kill me....
DaraeIRene: but when you do, You will have my dead body....
DaraeIRene: not my obediance.
Lord Xzean: I do not want your blind obediance.
Lord Xzean: I want your...understanding.
DaraeIRene: Why should I even try... :;a rasping intake of air:: If you will
not give me the same?
Lord Xzean: ::kneels down besides his small body::
DaraeIRene: ::he struggles then to sit up, his arms crossed over his chest
and stomach::
DaraeIRene: ::he manages to his knees, his forehead lowered to the dirt::
Lord Xzean: I....don't know.
DaraeIRene: When I have gained my strength, I am leaving your Keep and you
are letting me go.
Lord Xzean: And why am I doing this?
DaraeIRene: for........ Understanding.
Lord Xzean: ::laughs::
DaraeIRene: you have thwarted any desire in my body to learn magic.
Lord Xzean: Do you not wish to learn...to best me in the very thing I use?
DaraeIRene: ::he hates being laughed at. he's always hated it:: No. I live
to serve Destyn, not best
DaraeIRene: you. I no longer wish to learn magic.
Lord Xzean: Perhaps...you have finnaly learned what I wanted you too.
Lord Xzean: ::stands up, looking down at him::
Lord Xzean: That you live to serve Destyn.
DaraeIRene: ::he sighs at that. he's not in the mood for arguing no matter
how stupid the Minister is
Lord Xzean: And you can not do that, be being the person you are...or were.
DaraeIRene: being. Everyone knows that Darael Duran wakes up every morning
to serve Destyn.
DaraeIRene: everyone knows it::
DaraeIRene: Minister....
Lord Xzean: Everyone may know that.
DaraeIRene: Minister....
Lord Xzean: But you can't do that is all of Destyn HATES you!
DaraeIRene:
Lord Xzean: ::looks around...then back to him::
Lord Xzean: Yes?
DaraeIRene: The only thing you have done for me here is reaffirm my hatred
for people and for love and
DaraeIRene: for caring and for hopes and dreams and aspirations....
DaraeIRene: you have only reaffirmed my hatred for you and everything that
you represent.
Lord Xzean: And you think I represent hopes and dreams and caring?
DaraeIRene: no.
Lord Xzean: Good.
DaraeIRene: ::he pushes himself to his feet, wavering::
Lord Xzean: This forest could use a little light from time to time.
Lord Xzean: .....we all could.
DaraeIRene: Destyn is not a realm of light.
DaraeIRene: Minister....
Lord Xzean: I have a name,
DaraeIRene: Xzean....
Lord Xzean: Yes?
DaraeIRene: may I take leave of you? Before I return to your keep I would
like to see some friends of
DaraeIRene: mine.. :;friends. bah. well, they seem to like him::
Lord Xzean: ::nods sadly::
Lord Xzean: Return to the keep....
Lord Xzean: Whenever you want.
Lord Xzean: Or never.
Lord Xzean: If you want.
DaraeIRene: ::he looks angry, then::
DaraeIRene: what?
DaraeIRene: You brand me like cattle with this mark on my wrist and now I
do
not even have to return?!
Lord Xzean: ::smirks::
Lord Xzean: That will benefit you no matter what.
DaraeIRene: ::he sighs and turns, walking away::