Fallen Legends
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				Title: <strong>Fallen Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>08-04-2014, 19:42:23</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Stormhaven, The Blackreach Coast.</span><br><br>Set high atop the cliffs overlooking the Blackgulf Sea, the fortress that was Stormhaven marked the eastern-most boundary of the kingdom. Beyond those towering cliffs and the miles of ocean were the uncharted lands from whence the vile and ancient foe first spewed forth generations ago. <br><br>Though it had been over a decade since the Free Kingdoms had won their last hard fought battle, one that had cost them the lives of countless brave warriors and many more innocents besides, the guards patrolling the battlements of Stormhaven were ever vigilant. More so on this day. More than a week ago a ship had sailed from the port nestled among the rocks at the base of the cliffs below Stormhaven and it was overdue. <br><br>The King's seer's had come to him with a dire portent several weeks hence, but at first he had refused to believe it could be true; it had been a decade and some since the dark foe had been driven from the Free Kingdom's lands by his own armies and he had sacrificed a great many of his own family and friends to see them reduced to naught. Even the Legend had fallen on the field of battle, surely they could not return again so soon to torment his Kingdom.<br><br><em>"Sail! A sail.. They have returned!"</em> The cry went up from the battlements. First one voice then another as if to confirm it was no mistake. The fortress was soon a hive of activity with many crowding the tops of the towers and others making their way down to the port, soaked by the crashing of the freezing winter waters against the stone quayside as they waited for the ship to draw in ever closer. There was a red flag flying atop the main mast; the news was not good.<br><br><div align="center">***</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The only sound to reach his ears was the wind gently blowing through the leaves of the trees outside his small log cabin and the occasional dawn birdsong. The sun had just started to shine through the forest canopy, not yet warming enough to melt the thin frost that had covered the roof of his simple abode. <br><br>As was his habit, he had risen before the sun and collected water from the stream that passed close to the woodland he had marked as his own territory and returned to boil a pot on his fire. While he waited he prepared to break his fast, adding some dried fruits to the oats and grains he collected year round. It was a simple fare but he no longer cared for anything but - simple, sustaining and un-complicated by anything or anyone else. For a decade or more - though he'd long since stopped counting - he had lived at one with the land, stark contrast to the life he'd lived before and now strove to forget. He hoped the uneasiness he'd felt over the last few days was simply down to the lone wolf he'd been forced to kill and nothing more. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>11-04-2014, 23:57:17</strong>
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				The fires burned brightly, the flames licking at her skin as they caused the shadows to dance, the Darkness churning and writhing as if alive and aching to feast upon her. The winds howled and carried the screams of the dying through the valley drenched in blood. The red flags flew high as the dragon devoured the lion. Countless men fell to the marching hoard, their footsteps sounded like thunder as they shook the grown. And there Delia stood, her heart clenched within the demons claws. <em><strong>"Fight me all you wish...the countless will feed and you and your lover will be no more."</strong></em> the voice cut along her senses and left her shaking. Yet just as her heart was about to be devoured a battle cry like no other rang out over all of the chaos. A dark striking figure appeared. And for a moment Delia saw fear in the eyes of the great beast before her. Pain searing her chest as it clutched its prize tight and struck to defend itself. <br><br>&nbsp;Screaming Delia woke clutching at the covers that shield her nubile form from prying eyes. Sweet covered her body and her heart ached as it beat wildly within her chest. <strong>"Their here."</strong> she gasped as tears rolled down her cheeks. One hand coming up and clenching at her chest as she begged the pain to fade, her mind working over the vision again and again, <strong>"Lover?"</strong> she asked herself a curious yet intrigued tone. Her body had not been touched by any man, yet her vision spoke of a lover. Shaking her head Delia focused on more, the fire and flames, they had come just as she had predicted. The foolish King would now how wrong he was, and would now only pay for it with the blood of his people. <strong>"The warrior."</strong> she repeated yet again as the vision of a man who fought against all odds again played out in her mind. Night after night she had seen him, and knew they would one day meet. This man was meant to save them; he was the only one that could. Tossing her covers to the side Delia rushed to changed and get ready. The King could not turn her away now, the darkness had returned and now lay before them on the shores of Blackreach. <br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>The King was frantic; he had ignored her warnings to long and now feared it as to late. There she stood unshaken by his nervous energy, a hood lowered over her beautiful features, her face hidden from those that would coveted her for themselves. The gods had blessed her with many gifts, some that Delia wished she could return, but an all a burden she carried well.<strong> "You will go find him, tell him that we need him to come and fight for use once more. You have seen him do so, you...you will give him what he wishes even if it is yourself."</strong> the king turned to the woman and looked to her. Stepping forward he moved the hood back and looked into the vibrant eyes of the Seer whom spoke of his countries ruin, <strong>"You will do this for me, for the kingdom. Read him find out what he wants, money, land, title, and yes even if it is you he may have it."</strong> The King said positive there would be no man that resist such an offer. <strong>"Yes my King, I will."</strong> Delia lowered her head and waited for the King's calligrapher to finish the letter she was to deliver to their Savior. <strong>"Now go, and do not come back without this man you have seen in your visions." </strong>the King dismissed her with a wave of his hand before turning to his advisers and trying to come up with another plan of attack. <br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>Delia road her horse into the wilderness knowing the man she sought did not live among anyone else. Images of landmarks, and the oddly yet comforting draw she had to him led her way. Through the outlying villages and into the deep mountains she rode. Only stopping long enough to rest her horse and perhaps get a few hours of sleep. There was not time to waste, not with what was coming their way. So Delia pushed herself until she made her way into a clearing, a small house nestled within it. The unrelenting draw towards the house told her she had found the correct place. <br><br>Securing her horse to a nearby tree Delia walked smoothing to the wooden door and knocked. Her heart racing as she waited there for the man that had been haunting her dreams, the man that would be their hero....or so she hoped.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>26-04-2014, 12:37:42</strong>
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				When the boat drifted back to Stormhaven, its occupants were dead, their bodies mutilated by their own hands. All except for the captain; himself lashed to the ship’s wheel and half mad with fear. He spoke deliriously of beautiful sirens calling to his men in the night and causing them to turn upon one another. He wept as he told of the sea around his vessel boiling and steaming and great flaming serpents and demons. Before he took his own life he spoke with another being’s voice of the terror that would be let loose on the Free Kingdoms once more by those thought banished from this realm for all eternity. <br><br>The king himself knew the meaning of this of course and was greatly fearful, but fear was an emotion unbecoming of a monarch, so he masked it with anger and wrath, cursing his advisors and Seers for not warning him sooner. He called for his armies to be sent forth to guard the Blackreach Coast at once, secretly fearing that men alone would not stop the scourge once more devastating his kingdom as it had done once before in his time as King and countless times before. He called for a Seer capable of surviving in the wilds of his lands and delivering a message to the one person capable of saving his kingdom, desperately hoping he could be persuaded to serve his lord once more.<br><br>While the message was prepared the Seer arrived, as if she had been expecting his summons. He was unnerved by her presence – all the Seers were female, blessed with foresight and magicks and other gifts lesser women could only dream of possessing, and men wished to experience – small, fragile almost, but with an undeniable presence that elevated them above mere mortals. <br><br>He was sure she could persuade him; Lord Garrison. He <em>hoped</em> she could persuade him. He was all that stood in the way of the utter corruption and desolation of the Free Kingdoms and the lands beyond. He had stopped them once before, the King hoped that the price he paid for that victory had not broken his spirit, for it was that which set him above all men that had come before and after him. <br><br><div align="center"> * * * </div><br>Far to the east of the Blackreach Coast, an island of black rock jutted out of the sea. Jagged spires of obsidian and basalt as dark as night itself pointed up toward the heavens while black clouds hung heavily in the sky, cloaking the land in a shroud of darkness. A plume of choking smoke and ash rose up from one of the mountainous spires, blackening the sky even further. Sulphurous fumes cascaded down the cracked and pitted slopes of the volcano. <br><br>Nestled in the shadows between two sharp ridges, close to the caldera, clung a fortress of iron and stone. From the top of a blackened iron tower a flag twisted in the harsh wind, motes of burning volcanic ash scorching the ragged banner. In keeping with the overall atmosphere of the island, the flag bore an emblem of a broken human skull on a matt black background. Around the fortress flowed a moat of molten magma, glowing bright orange in stark contrast to the rest of the harsh, blackened landscape. Along the battlements of the fortress, soldiers clad in black armour stood watch despite the fact that an attack against a place such as this was extremely unlikely. Their master had ordered it so and their master was not one to be disobeyed. As if to emphasise the point, the bodies of those who had displeased the lord of this forbidding land hung from spikes driven into the walls near the top of the fortress’ defences. <br><br>Deep within the heart of the fortress, a grand hall played host to an unholy congregation. The floor and walls were fashioned from worked obsidian with pillars of carved basalt. A large pit of fire dominated the centre of the room, bathing everyone in its searing heat and flickering light. A great throne sat at one end of the hall and a dozen figures stood in attendance while the seat was occupied by a being that held the attention of all in the cavernous room. <br><br>Sat on a throne of bones, clad from head to foot in black shimmering robes, the Great Lord Haakon spoke to his closest advisors, his voice as smooth as honey. His appearance was that of a pale skinned, middle aged man, his handsome face free of blemishes. His hair was as black and as silky as his robes, which were embellished with silver threads and ruby eyed silver skulls. <br><br><em>“The boat has been allowed to return to Stormhaven and the pitiful Free Kingdoms as ordered?”</em> He asked, his black eyes boring into the very soul of the black orc general, Grishnak, the Marshal of Armies of Lord Haakon’s black horde.<br><br><em>”Aye lord. It has been done.”</em> The great orc’s guttural tone was a stark contrast to that of his master, as was his bestial appearance. His black, pitted iron armour was spiked and stained with the blood of his countless victims and his body scarred from injuries that would have felled a mortal creature. His eyes spoke of his thirst for blood and slaughter, but also of his fear of the one who sat before him, dwarfed by his own form.<br><br><em>”Very good Grishnak, when it returns to the human kingdoms the fear will begin to eat at their hearts. Our return will be the only thing they can think of day and night, it will make their armies weak and give our hidden agents a tool to work with. You may return to your warriors and await further orders.”</em> Haakon replied smoothly before turning to another of his assembled retinue. This figure was a tall, painfully thin human with a pox ridden face and lank, white hair that hung around his shoulders. The robes he wore were black like those of his master, but plain and threadbare in comparison to the splendour of the Overlord’s. <em>”Keezor, begin the ritual. It is time the Free Kingdom’s learn that their doom is at hand.”</em> The necromancer smiled cruelly before nodding in reply <em>”The ritual will require a great many souls my lord, are the slave pits sufficiently stocked?”</em><br><br><em>“Take what you need Keezor. By the next full moon the Free Kingdoms will be in tatters.”</em> The grin that split Haakon’s face revealed rows of needle sharp teeth, giving the others a hint that he was not quite as he initially appeared – not that they needed a reminder of his vast power. <em>”The last time we took to this world, we corrupted their people. This time we shall corrupt their dead. Let us see how their armies fare against the corpses of their own dead.”</em><br><br><div align="center"> * * * </div><br>Over the last few days he had become aware of a rising tension in the land, the living breathing entity that was the Great Forest all linked in some way and over the years he had learned to read the invisible signals they gave off, reflecting the overall mood of the natural world around him. Lately that mood had darkened. <br><br>On this morning in particular he had woken before sunrise, lying for some time on his crude bed of straw and fleece before stretching and rising with the lark. Before he broke his fast he put a pot on to boil over his small fire pit in the middle of his hut and went to the stream to replenish his supply of fresh water. After a brief walk through the woods, following a game trail that would have eluded the most experienced tracker, he came to the stream as it quietly flowed through the undergrowth. He knelt by the water’s edge and filled his earthen pot, made by his own hand years ago and caught sight of his reflection on the surface of the stream. His long hair hung down past his shoulders and the ragged beard that covered most of his features matched it both in length and its unkempt appearance. He thought about washing, but decided against it, after all there was nobody here to offend with his appearance or smell. The creatures of the forest knew him by his scent and largely ignored his presence in their forest and he did the same in return, a mutual understanding that he was now a feature of their world.<br><br>With his pot full, he started back through the forest, taking his time to run his callused hand over the rough bark of one of the mighty oak trees that inhabited the great swathe of woodland that filled much of this region of the world. Nobody ventured here, there was nothing worth coming here for – the forest closer to the kingdom’s gave them all the wood they needed, rumours of elves and other fey creatures kept most from venturing beyond sight of the open plains. <br><br>The sounds of the forest changed, he noticed instantly. The birdsong stopped and the undergrowth was still. All the animals had gone, leaving him and the other intruder alone. He blended into the shadows cast by the branches and silently made his way through the trees, his feet making no sound on the dew covered earth as he went. <br><br>From the shadows of the edge of his clearing he saw them near his cabin. A horse teathered to a nearby tree branch and a human. She, for it was undeniably a woman that had broken his solitude, was clad in travel worn but well made clothing and her blonde hair moved gently in the morning breeze. It had been a decade or more since he’d encountered another person, let alone a woman. He crouched unnoticed in the undergrowth for once uncertain of what to do. Her royal blue cloak concealed much of her appearance but as she approached his door the fabric parted and revealed more of her shapely figure. Her clothing looked expensive, embroidered and embellished with fine threads. She faced away from him as she stepped up to his door and knocked gently but confidently. <br><br>He waited in the undergrowth for a moment before reluctantly stepping out. His six and a half foot height clad from head to toe in furs, his dark blonde hair and bushy beard wild and unkempt, he suddenly realised it had been years since he had spoken out loud, not sure of how his voice sounded any more. <br><br><em>"What do you want with that cabin?"</em> He asked, voice cracking and wavering. <em>"Been a time and some since anyone has been in these parts."</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>06-05-2014, 08:44:07</strong>
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				Standing before the door of the man she had only seen in a dream Delia felt something within her churning. The world slowed as her chest tightened, and the hold that darkness wished to have on the world grew stronger. The armies stirred and she knew that blood would soon stain the grounds beneath their feet. She pushed back at the screaming that tried to shatter her control, the cries of those that had fallen, and those that would haunted her. And she knew without help they always would. <br><br>Delia waited with her head held high even as she felt the shiver run down her spine. She was being watched that much was clear, but there was something about the eyes that watched her. They kept her from seeing their thoughts, she couldn't see what they were planning and yet Delia could sense that they were there. It was an strange sensation not being able to openly read someone, frightening yet oddly comforting all at the same time. After a moment of no answer at the door Delia began to wonder if the man she had come for was the one watching her. Looking over her shoulder she tried to figure out where the odd sensation was coming from, her eyes darting to the door for a moment as she debated turning away. <br><br>Her thoughts cut short by the sound of moving brush, she turned to face where the sound had come from and found herself staring at a rough looking version of her dreams. The man stood tall, taller than she was, his hair and bread growing unkempt and wild around his dirty face. The furs on his back heavy and no doubt cut by his own hand. He lived off the land, but he had let himself go never expecting anyone to come see him this far out. Then again the reason for her arrival was no doubt something he would have never expected either. <br><br>His voice was a bit gruff, but the sound of it still worked through her senses, <strong>"I am Delia, and I've come a long way to find you."</strong> she said the wind lightly blowing around her lithe frame, her cloak swaying as did her hair yet she still didn't move. Delia looked him over taking in each small detail; he was the man she had come for that much she could feel. But there was still something about him she was very unsure of, <strong>"I've come to see if the man I've seen in my vision still exists."</strong> she said holding off on more before they came to at least some sort of calm talking arrangement.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>08-05-2014, 20:43:34</strong>
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				Part of him wanted to shout at this intruder, tell her to go away and leave him to his peaceful life. Another part craved the possibility of talking to another human again after so long in isolation. The thought of someone seeking him out however, did sit well with him. They either wanted to listen to him talk of his past deeds or to enlist his help in something yet to pass - neither possibility made him feel comfortable. <br><br><em>"You've come a long way on a wasted journey."</em> He replied, snorting dismissively. <em>"Whatever vision you've had, it's led you to the wrong place. Nobody of importance lives in this cabin."</em><br><br>He considered the young woman before him for a moment, intending to send her away, her journey wasted before the whinnying of her horse caught his attention. <em>"Your horse is thirsty and tired, you've obviously come a long way in a short time."</em> His concern for the animal overrode his distrust of the visitor. Despite himself he offered hospitality. <em>"She needs water and rest before you return to wherever it is you came from.... As I suppose do you."</em><br><br>He walked past the woman, his eyes narrowed with suspicion as he pushed open the door to the cabin and went inside. The interior was darkened, the illumination was provided by a narrow opening near the roof though which a shaft of light shone on the floor. Embers glowed orange in a small fire pit in the centre of the room, over which hung a half empty pot of what appeared to be some kind of gruel or porridge. Furs were strewn around the fire and the walls - obviously hand cut from the surrounding trees - were made of overlapping planks of wood, painstakingly put together to keep out the wind and rain. Besides that, there was little to personalise this home, for it was home to him and had been for close to a decade. There was only one room, though at the far end, a curtain made of a patchwork of furs hung from the rafters to the floor, completely obscuring a small area of the cabin.<br><br><em>"Sit."</em> He said, more of an order than a polite request to make herself comfortable. <em>"I will feed your horse first, then you can tell me who you'll be disappointing on your return home."</em><br><br>He collected a bunch of green vegetation that had been bundled up near the fire pit and went back outside, giving the girl a stern look that almost dared her to move while he was outside as he passed. A few moments later he returned and sat across the fire from the girl. <em>"So.."</em> he began. <em>"Where have you travelled from and who is it you think your visions have led you to?"</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>18-05-2014, 02:22:44</strong>
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				Delia took in the site of the man in front of her, his voice gruff as if he hadn't used it in some time. She could still sense the strength that dwelled within him, but felt the distance he put between him and anyone else that would have sought him out. Delia had traveled some time to get to where they were standing, following the signs and the legends that still followed him today. His words made her smile soft, <strong>"I assure you I am right where I am meant to be."</strong> she said taking a breath and standing her ground. He could try and dismiss her all he wanted, Delia was not leaving until she had gained his support. <br><br><strong>"Azura would appreciate the water very much, he has carried me far."</strong> Delia looked to the beautiful horse with a bit of affection. Azura had been hers since he was born, the mother struck down not long after he was born. Some had called her foolish for caring about her horse, but then again foolish was only one of the many things she had been called over the years. <strong>"I would also appreciate that, but it is not required. I didn't come her to take what you work so hard for."</strong> she with a light bow of her head.<br><br>Standing straight as he brushed past her Delia shivered; the energy coming from the man was unlike any she had felt before. The vision only giving her small glimpses or tastes of whom he really was. Brushing her hand along her arm she turned and followed him into the cabin. The darkness caused her to stop, having to allow her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. The lay out was simple, but it had everything he needed...well almost everything. His stern tone when he told her to sit caused Delia to look at him with a raised eyebrow. But she did not argue and simply found a place to sit; nodding to him as he explained what he was going to do. <br><br>Delia knew he would not say no, she had already seen him battle. But what had gotten him there was another matter altogether. He did not seem like the type of man that would simply bow to a kings wish. Still she wouldn't leave until he had agreed to come with her, for Delia knew without him the darkness would come. A shiver running down her spine as she felt the world’s energy shifting below her feet. Blood would be spilled this day, but hopefully she could help stop it before the armies brought forth the truest form of darkness. <br><br>Looking up to as he entered the cabin once more Delia took a breath, <strong>"I come all the way from Stormhaven, and I have found the man meant to stop the darkness. Its beginning again, Haakon iron city stands again and his armies are already moving."</strong> she reached and pulled a scroll sealed with the kings emblem from her robes and held it out to him. <strong>"I have seen what they will do in my visions, the blood rites; the pain he will bring will be final unless you stand with us. I know I have found the man I seek, I can feel it."</strong> Delia said honestly and waited to see what he would respond to her words.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>23-05-2014, 20:35:31</strong>
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				Delia took in the site of the man in front of her, his He tried not to listen as she spoke the words that threatened to bring the evils of the world to his door once more. For a decade he had managed to keep his distance from the harsh reality of this mortal realm, to insulate himself from the bloodshed and destruction that men brought to one another for the sake of fleeting moments of power and wealth. He had recovered from his last battle against Haakon's champion, though it had taken longer for the mental scars to heal than the physical damage wrought on his body. The girl's words were akin to someone picking at an old wound.<br><br><em>"You say you have not come to take what I have worked hard for and yet your words say the opposite."</em> He growled, the hair on the back of his neck rising.&nbsp; <br><br>He watched as she withdrew the scroll from her clothing, instantly recognising the king's seal. So the old man still lived and now asked for his help once again, despite knowing what he'd sacrificed for the Kingdom before. Despite knowing the vow Garrison had made on exiling himself all those years ago. More to the point, despite knowing <em>why</em> he had hidden far, far away from the rest of the world. And to add insult to injury he sends a slip of a lass, young enough to be his daughter. Into the middle of the deepest forest in all the Free Kingdoms, on the very edge of the charted lands. The King obviously had not gained any wisdom in the years of Garrison's exile.<br><br>The girl held out the scroll for him to take, expecting him to be the dutiful servant to the crown once more. Well, she for one was mistaken, as was the king. In one quick movement he caught her wrist and effortlessly pulled her up from the floor of his home. With one hand he pushed open the door, the other he used to unceremoniously carry her out of the small wooden hut and dump her on the ground outside. <br><br>"You're feelings are wrong! I am not that man. No longer will I be a pawn in someone else's prophecy..."<br><br>He was just about to send her packing when he sensed the tension in the forest once more. This time it was much greater, the threat more immediate. Something was there, at the edge of his senses, stalking them. Brought to his doorstep by this girl and her horse. He heard the leaves of the trees shaking as if blown by a gust of wind, yet the air was still. The great old woods themselves were warning him...<br><br>"Shhhh!" He cut off any response the girl had, placing his free hand firmly over her mouth, keeping hold of her arm with the other. As they stood there he could almost feel the presence of something unholy, something <em>wrong</em> approaching.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>23-05-2014, 23:00:22</strong>
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				Delia could feel the stubborn will rippling through every strong muscle that covered his body. This would not be an easy battle of wits, but she was not leaving here without him. Delia knew time was not on their side, so she prayed that it would not take long for him to see reason in her request. <strong>"And you were once a man that would stand for what he held important to him. If you think you world will stand the coming tides untouched then you’re wrong.' </strong>she said not seeming to be afraid of him or his harsh tone. <br><br>Standing quickly as he grabbed her wrist, knowing that fighting his strength was pointless. He had no idea what was written, what the king was willing to promise him. Granted she could not blame him for not caring, she could care less what the older crazed king wished for. The king had ignored her warning and waited till death was at their doorstep to react. She didn't care about making the king happy; she cared serving the land and the people that lived upon it. <br><br>But something strange happened the moment his hand touched hers skin, Delia saw images flash before her eyes. Flashes of flesh, and ecstasy that writhed through two bodies, she gasped as he pulled her forward. But not because of the harsh manner he used to remove her from his home. It was a moment that made her heart race, but it was short lived as they left the safety of the house. Her heart stopped as Delia felt the stab of darkness closer than it ever had been before. <strong>"It’s to..."</strong> she stopped as he shushed her; it was too late they had been found. And now it was either fight or given in. He could choose his fate, and even if she knew the outcome of hers should he turn her away Delia was not going to simply lie down and die. <br><br>Her free hand slipped up to the hand covering her mouth, yet she did not pull it away. Instead Delia focused and let her gift expand, inwardly time seemed to slow and she could almost hear the heartbeat of what was coming, the energy like a beacon that would give them both an understanding of what was coming. Sharing this with someone was beyond difficult, one of the many gifts she alone possessed. It was difficult with most anyone, as she never truly had enough of a connection to do more then pass on the sensations of her visions with a person. But in that moment he could sense everything that she did, the world slowed for a brief moment and gave them a bit of insight of what was to come.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>20-06-2014, 10:25:41</strong>
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				The girl stopped her struggling once they were outside, as if she too realised the danger approaching. She reached up to his hand clamped over her mouth - yet rather than try to peel away his fingers she simply rested her small hand on his.<br><br>The effect instantaneous and entirely unexpected. It lasted only a split second in reality, but for Garrisson it seemed as if time stretched and contracted at the same time. Something akin to an explosion went off in his head, causing him to see stars and utter darkness simultaneously. He saw and felt himself locked in endless ecstasy with someone, yet at the same time his body was subject to limitless agony, tortured from the inside out, imploded and exploded by the darkness of his own core.<br><br>The vision flickered and blurred before transforming into a picture of his forest and zooming in on the presence of the vile abomination that now approached him and his new companion. Shambling though the forest was a host of stooped, broken figures, mindless automatons that possessed only a semblance of life. Unholy power now coursed through their veins, hearts pumping un-life though their twisted bodies. <em>Living dead. How can you kill what does not live?</em> Garrisson thought to himself, glancing to the diminutive figure of the girl before looking up to where the vision had showed the walking cadavers to be, he seemed to shrink back <em>"What have you brought to my door?"</em> He whispered harshly.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He released her arm, quickly turned and ran back into his cabin. He disappeared behind the curtain and returned a moment later, kicking burning embers from his cook fire onto the wooden floor as he went. <em>"Come with me or stay, I do not care. We cannot prevail against this foe, I will not throw away my life needlessly."</em> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 09:40:09</strong>
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				Delia felt it, the connection that had been made. It was stronger than expected and his energy nearly overwhelmed her in that one short moment. The times had almost shifted in their favor. But she knew that one short exchange would not be enough to intertwine their fates. Yet she could see it in his eyes, he had felt it, that small touch of something more. Perhaps it would be enough to sway him a bit more to her favor. Only time would tell and that was not time they had at the moment. <br><br>The darkness slipped closer with each passing heartbeat, he could throw her to the wolves then and there. But he did something unexpected and released her before darting into his home. Delia's hand went to the blades at her back, her energy had been drained due to travel, but still Delia would not give herself over without a fight. Thankfully she heard that gruff voice suddenly call out to her again. Her eyes darting back to the doorway he had retreated too, the embers catching her attention. He was going to sacrifice his home to give them a chance to run. The quilt struck her, but still Delia knew her choice had been taken long ago. The world needed him...she needed him if there was any chance of surviving. <br><br><strong>"I would never ask you to do that. But they will follow us no matter where we run."</strong> she shook her head knowing he had no idea what it was they were really facing. Groaning Delia turned to run with him, trying to argue with him now would only get them both killed. For now she needed to go with him and keep them both alive long enough to explain and get him to see why he was so needed. So she moved with him, for now knowing things would only be harder to explain now that he was losing his home on top of everything else.<br>
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