RPG The Children of Sharess [R: Various Reasons]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Vajain arched her back, her lips rippling upwards as she let lose with a wild primal scream that shook the entire fortress from center to circumfrence. Captain Lillu mustered the forces and held her peace. The last thing she wanted to bring on herself was a clash with the most powerful character in the Nur'Lograin clan.[/i]

"....there will be dead bodies everywhere."

[i]The noble in question rose to her feet, her robes snaking away from her body, down into her skin once more. The violence she was feeling.. ....something she had transfered into Molvo once.....but remembered not to do nearly as much with her beloved vampyre slave.. .........She exhaled slowly, watching her ribcage slowly fall down into place one more time. Contract. Expand. Like her heartbeat. The valves. Open. Close. She would like to run into Molvo again. This time with all the summons of the abyss and the guardians of the gates as well. And probably an illusion. Which shape to take...?

Demonology was so much fun. Drider? No. It would make her far less equiped to fight him, less prepared to use her weapons against him. Weapons only she could name. The three plants of hellish proportions, growing in her quiet garden. Asbinthe, Laburnum, Forsintheyn. She would love that so very much.[/i]

"Bastards. Raising their swords in rebellion against me."

[i]Her fists balled, then relaxed again. Her nails had driven themselves into her palms, her delicate blue and red blood pooling on her dark skin. Razel entered the doors once more and she looked up, bidding him to come forward with a slight inclination of her head. He knelt and waited. She held her palms out to him.[/i]

"Help me."

[i]His eyes closed as he licked the blood from her body, sealing the wounds with his saliva, doing the same service for the other. Vajain smiled as she felt his skin against hers. So warm and gentle....when the Underdark was so cold and still.[/i]

"Did Lillu obey?"

"To the letter Milady."

"Excellent then."[/COLOR]

[The Vampire: Ed]

Razel knelt before his Mistress as her hand caressed his cheek with her eyes closed just enjoying the warmth, and soon he fell into a similar blissful state as his hands wondered up Vajain thighs without even realizing he was doing it. Vajain's eyes shot open as she looked down at her knight with his eyes shut, she then watched his hands gilding over her legs.

"Razel..." Vajain whispered hoarsely trying to snap him out of it, but he did not respond. Slowly she forgot that she even wanted him to stop, but was reminded once he stood up and wrapped his arms around her tightly. His eyes a deep red, and filled with lust from drinking of her blood. Vajain's eyes stared into his as she lost control of her knight for a moment as he leaned down planting his lips on hers. Vajain's eyes went wide for a moment then she relaxed feeling a state of ecstasy come over her as she tasted her blood mixed in with his saliva.

Vajain pushed Razel off leaving him with a confused and embarrassed look on his face, Vajain turned away as she attempted to regain her composure. "You are my knight, my protector, Razel. Do not over step these boundaries without my permission." Vajain said as she turn back looking slightly upset as Razel's advance on her.

"I am sorry Mistress, I don't know what came over me. Please forgive me." Razel stammered as he kneeled before her again bowing his head. Vajain stepped closer, and smiled at her obedient knight while running her fingers through his silky hair.

[Doukeshi]

Renier stared frantically about the room, melting and cracking under the strain of its transformation. Golems of stone and rock, magma and soil rose upwards and stood menacingly before them. Looking wildly towards the inanimate Uthegiliel hunched within a far corner, Renier knew he was unreachable. Stepping backwards he grasped at Ciel's arm as she too stood motionless. Leaning close to her ear he could taste the hightened emotion radiating from her in waves as he spoke to her in a low whisper.

"My lady, surely there is something you can do?" He spoke with a frantic gesture towards the moving mountains of stone creeping slowly towards their position, mindless figures like the very puppets she comanded.

Turning to look at him sharply she raised an eyebrow in a slightly scolding expression.

"Mr. Ambassador, Renier...I control those who are dead, bodies that were previously alive." Glancing at the threat she flicked a stray strand of hair from her vision with an irritated motion. "I cannot influence that which was not alive in the first place."

Sighing softly Renier searched for a means of escape, but the doorways were blocked by pillars of stone, the walls crumbling into something unrecognisable.

"Then we shall have to think of something else to save our skins, won't we?" Lunging forward Renier ducked under the lumbering grasp of a golem, stones and grit showering the floor with its movements. Dodging crushing blows and immovable boulders he attempted to make his way to Uthegiliel, desperetly hoping for some sort of divine inspiration.

[Hinata]

[COLOR=Purple][FONT=Arial]

Jo'lianna's walk back to her room was in silence. Only the playback of her visit played again an again in the womans mind as her hands tightly grasped the present she had received.

"I hope that this works," Jo'lianna whispered to herself as she threw down her robe and placed the present in front of Sharess' statue. She turned quickly to leave the alter for a moment and shooed all her servants out, even her helper and then locked the door behind them as they left. Through the door she called out to the guards.

"Let no on enter." she stated.

They looked at the door qestioning what was going on. They could not see her face through the tightly woven 4 by 4 window allowed for her to call out to them whenever she needed to. "Why not Priestess? What is going on?"

"I am very tired if you must no and I still have much to do this evening. I want no disturbances and if I absolutely must be bothered please knock."

Without any more she left the door and returned to the alter where the box had already began to open on its own. Jo'lianna knew she must'nt disturb the opening process for it was a door to communicate with other tribes of the Drow. But this box only allowed for communication with one group at a time. Placing the box in front of the statue allows it to seek out the ones who need the information the most.

Who this tribe was, not even Jo'lianna knew but she knew that she must ready herself. Drawing the small amount of water she cleaned herself as she chanted silently in the tub. She stayed in the tub chanting till a humming sound was heard in the room where the statue and box were.

It was time.

Not drying herself she went slowly into the room, still chanting and onli looking at the statue of Sharess. A stange light glew upon the statue and knelt down ever keeping her eyes upon Sharess.

A cold wind blew through the room and the cndles flicked out as Jo'lianna kept chanting and ignored the cool air against her wet body. The wind continued to blow as the humming grew louder and the statue of Sharess shaked.

And then.....silence. The humming quieted itself and the glow from it disappeared.

"It's complete," Jo'lianna closed her eyes and soon saw herself in a totally different place.

It was her aura, it had been transported, to some place that she had not yet seen. The room was empty with only two people near what appeared to be a throne.

The figure standing was female and the one kneeling was male, but he was not Drow. She approached quietly not fearful of the situation cause she knew at this time she was untouchable.

"Who rules this clan?" Jo'lianna asked breaking the silence between the two figures. Both of them looked towards the voice and saw her figure. No face was seen, only the curves that her body possessed and the long flowing hari that reached her waist.

"Who are you?" The woman asked approaching Jo'lianna. The male figure also stood looking Jo'lianna over repeatedly. He stood silent but ready to move showing that he was not afraid to attack.

Jo'lianna smirked, and walked another step to the woman. " It is you I presume. And you sir have no need to attack. I'm not here to hurt anyone." She said raising her hands in defense." I am only a messenger."

"Then speak," he growled. Bearing his teeth.

Jo'lianna nodded her head in complience and then turned back her attention to the lady.

"It is for you my lady, though I do not know your name."

"Vajain," she stated bluntly. "and what message do you have for me?"

"You clan is being attacked isn't it?" Jo'lianna asked seeing the impatience grow inside of her.

"Yes, but how do you-"

"Sharess! She revealed it to me. But the threat is more than what you think. There are some, not of our kind who are also on the rampage to destory you, but it will not end there. They must be stopped..."

Before Jo'lianna could finish the statement the sounds of knocks came at her door. She heard them in her trance but didn't not break to connection just yet.

"How must they be stopped..." Vajain yelled. "Tell ME!"

"I am not sure but I wish to help... I will return I promise." With that she broke the connection and quickly covered the box with a robe.

As the door pounded she hurriedly found a gown and covered herself.

"Priestess, come open the door quickly." It was not the sound of the guards. It was her assisstant.

"What what is it my child."

"Please open the door I will tell you once I am inside."

Jo'lianna opened the door and let the child enter the room. The young one seemed to be very much out of breath and her face flushed.

"Now what is it.. I was quite busy, mind you...."

"Lo'rianna is dead!" She said quickly. " Lo'rianna.... is no longer with us."[/FONT][/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Vajain sat back in her seat, drumming her fingers on the arm rest. Razel sat on the steps, his blade resting delicately between his fingers. Either he was getting lax, or Vajain had allowed her to directly transfigure herself here. ....apparently she had. Magical barriers released. Or breached?

Vajain's voice lilted slightly, lifted over the sound of a smooth hum that was the afterefect of magic being used in close proximity to hers.[/i]

"When was the last time we ran a check of the barriers?"

"....not for a long while."

"Have a mage check them once more. I saw her coming, but she should've been stopped in her tracks."

[i]He stood, sheathing his sword in one swift motion. Then he bowed and exited. She leaned back again, running a list through her head of things to remember to do before the lady of the other clan returned.[/i]

"Wards. And lots of thm. Make it harder for her to just swing by without notice."

".......a loop spell wouldn't hurt."

[i]She rose to her feet, her robes growing slightly more ornate, the jewlry swirling down to her neck slightly.[/i]

"Time to greet someone again."[/COLOR]

[Dagger]

Ciel watched Renier plunge into the fray, smoothly avoiding the golems' thunderous advances. She could think of only one way to assist him, but it would require sacrificing countless Dolls. After a moment the necromancer placed her hands together, smiling; the gesture seemed a mocking counterfeit of prayer. She knew that if he survived, Uthegiliel would be very deeply in her debt.

"Come out, children," Arciela whispered, opening her palms as molten pebbles rained down on every side. This place had become suffused with the smoky scent of hell. "It's time to play, my dears."

Most of them had been with her for years, sometimes even centuries. They moved faster than any human being could, their limbs a liquid blur, eyes pale and always blank. In terms of sheer numbers, Ciel's Dolls matched the swiftly multiplying golems. Swarming here from every part of her estate, they would never feel pain, never stop, never tire, though the odor of burning flesh billowed to fill the arena. Magma seeped past her feet and Arciela stepped calmly over its glowing rivulets--neither she nor Renier needed to worry about being permanently injured, as her abilities compensate for any burns or stone-crushed limbs.

Uthegiliel, however, was now beyond her ability to help. Only he had the power to master the rogue magic. She thrust a bit of power into one of her oldest Dolls, lending him the strength to slam a golem to the ground. It looked absurd, a child flinging his underdeveloped body at a puppet of heat and rock, but her gambit worked. Renier raised a disbelieving eyebrow and quickly dove through the opening in the growing throng of monsters.

[Hinata]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][FONT=Arial]

[I]Not now...why...[/I] Nothing else was going into Jo'lianna's head at this time. The words of her, mother, so to speak were all that was being pushed through her tears and the condolensces of her servant.

Nothing was helping her get past it and nothing really would. She dismissed her servant and lay in her room in silence. Only embers from the fireplace sparked up and popped occasionally and relative silence was heard throughout her room. In the hallways running back and forth was heard as voices were going by quickly. As whimpers and sobs moved more slowy past her door.

She almost fell asleep just listening to the fire pop and the voices, but jumped up quickly remembering the box. She jumped out of bed and ran to the statue of Sharess. The humming had ceased and as she reached for the cloak she could feel that the box had closed, leaving it safe for her to look at.

She removed it from the statue an placed it in a special spot close to her bed. She would have to use it soon, but was unsure as to when or if she really wanted to go through that trouble once more.

She could leave, leave and visit the clan, but she did not know as to which clan Vajain belonged. But she couldn't just pop in again without warning. Jo'lianna had obviously upset the leader as she could feel the anger from her eyes. But she'd have to risk it unless there was a simpler way to find her.

But that would take a little bit of time.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[Ben]

The eyes. They wouldn't leave him alone. There were dozens of them, and then hundreds, and then thousands. [I]Tens of thousands.[/I]

Millions.

The eyes were watching him, waiting for him to mess up. Uthegiliel Ominihe, one of the last of their clan. One of the few capable of bringing honor to their fallen clan. Uthegiliel felt their eyes upon him. They were all dead now, but their spirits lived on, tormenting him. He was too old. He was so frail, so weak, so pathetic. And it was he who was supposed to advise the clan; to guide the clan heads. The clan hadn't had any real political power for years. They were outcasts, all of them.

And the dead ones laughed. Laughed at Uthegiliel. Laughed at his attempts to go on living, laughed as he struggled to get out of bed each morning, but they sneered when he performed his magics. None of them in their lifetime ever accomplished such great feats. None of them took as many risks, none of them worked as hard. But none of them had turned their friend's room into an imitation of Hell, either.

[I]"You wrinkled idiot."[/I] a voice cackled in his ear. [I]"You'll kill them all. All the people you've ever known, or thought you knew. They'll all be dead. You will have killed them."[/I]

Uthegiliel suddenly found his voice. [I]"No."[/I]

[I]"Oh come on now, you really can't do a thing. You're too weak."[/I] Another voice piped in.

[I]"No."[/I]

[I]"You're a twig! Give up, old man!"[/I] said a gruff voice.

[I]"Leave me alone, accursed spirits. I am not a shriveled old Drow anymore."[/I] he could see his hands, his [I]real[/I], physical hands. [B]"I AM STONE!"[/B]

With that, the spirits were driven from his mind, and Uthegiliel awoke to the monstrosities he had unleashed. Upon one of his dearest friends, he had called forth the fires of hell and the demons that lived there. Uthegiliel looked with horror upon the chaos. Countless dolls littered the floor, singed and damaged beyond repair. Still more were being torn to pieces by the beasts he had unleashed. Tears slowly trickled down Uthegiliel's face.

"STOP!" he commanded. The beasts did not listen, and the fires did not abate.

Uthegiliel set his jaw and leapt forward to put things right again. By force.

[Doukeshi]

Renier ducked under the haphazard swing of one of the golems, grasping the stoney fist as it shot past his head. Putting full force behind his action Renier twisted the limb harshly, a spray of fine gravel an a heavy thud testement to his succes at wrenching the hand from the rest of the arm. Bracing himself against the stunned creature Renier launched himself gracefully into the air, landing in a crouch behind the advancing line of moving statues. A deep scratch that marred his unblemished cheek faded rapidly, the only evidence of any past injury the several rips prominent across his fine clothing. Wiping a fine trace of bloody sweat from his brow he exhaled an uneeded breath. There would be no change of deterring these forces without aid, preferably from the unmoving giant behind him.

Flinging his head back Renier was momentarily caught off guard as a dark blur shot past his field of vision, scattering golems in its wake. His blonde brows knitted in confusion, Renier glanced to where Uthegiliel had rested, only to find the space now occupied by shattered remnants of stone. Turning his head to watch the fray Renier was stunned to find Uthegiliel now dealing out substantial punishment to those who did not heed his demands. Standing straight, Renier backed away from the carnage. Skirting around the fallen puppets and shattered golems he renturned to Ciel's side, his gaze to held, fascinated, upon the scene before him.

"It looks like our friend has awoken..."

[The Vampire: Ed]

Razel made his way to the front gate to speak with Captain Lillu. He spotted her giving a speech to the rest of the guards, and in that speech her voice rose to mighty pitch showing her position of power with in the ranks, a strong commanding voice that let everyone know she was nothing but business when it came to protecting her mistress, and their 'kingdom' of Nur'Lograin. Razel approached her as the speech ended, and she commanded them to their posts. Captain Lillu, and Razel were considered friends, all though they didn't show it much by they way they always presented themselves to one another, always serious and cold.

"Razel." Captain Lillu said greeting Razel with a slight nod. "What can I do for you?"

"I am in need of a mage, one to check over, perhaps even strengthen the magic barriers over the castle." Razel said looking over the guards patrolling the grounds. "Our mistress had a visitor, obviously not a threatening presence, but still unwelcomed. Which is why Mistress Vajain demands a mage's service."

"I see, well I will send a few of my soldiers to retrieve one." Captain Lillu said as she turned motioning a couple guards to her.

"She commanded me to find a mage, so I will be going. I just wanted your knowledge to direct me to the best possible place to find one for the job." Razel replied surprising Lillu.

"You? You will be leaving the mistresses side?" Lillu questioned. "That's quite a surprise. You've never left Vajain's side once the entire time you've been here, well, at least not to the point of you leaving the castle."

"I don't want, but it is my duty to do as she commands. She asks for a mage, and so I will find one for her. Besides the town isn't far from here, it shouldn't take me longer than a half a day to retrieve one for here." Razel said confidently.

"I see, you are correct." Lillu replied. "Well, I think it would be best if I sent these two with you still. They may be of some help to you still."

"Yes, I suppose so. Well, I trust you will keep Vajain safe until I return. Let us find this mage." Razel said walking past Lillu with the two soldiers following closely behind.

Elsewhere, Molvo rests day dreaming of murdering Razel, and Vajain. It's all he can think about, day and night. He waits for this mystery man whom sent his messenger to a gruesome death at Molvo's hands just to deliver a message.

"I am growing impatient." Malvo growls to himself. "I can't wait to sink my blade into Vajain's flesh."

"Do not worry, friend, you shall have another opportunity to do just that soon." A voice said from behind the shadows.

"Who's there?" Molvo called. "Show yourself!"

A cloaked being slowly approaches Molvo from the darkness, and bows to Molvo. No face could be seen from under the hood, nor was the voice clear enough to determine a sex or race, but these were not concerns of Molvo's. Molvo simply wished to know where he fell into place, and how he could have his chance at revenge.

"It is truly a pleasure to meet you Molvo." The cloaked being said. "It is quite obvious who is the greatest creation of Vajain's, it's too bad she couldn't see this herself. It is a sad sight indeed to see you shoved aside for a mere vampire."

"I don't care anymore. I want to kill them." Molvo screamed clenching his fists.

"Of course, and you have every right to want that. Which why I am here to enlist your help." The cloaked being replied. "By Vajain's side you were overlooked, and eventually banished for your nature, a nature you could not be blamed for. However, by my side you wouldn't have to worry about that happening ever again. You'd never have to hide anymore, you wouldn't have to worry about being punish for you lust for murder. I would let you do as you wish-IF you served me."

"Served you?" Molvo questioned looking interested. "Well, if that is what it takes to get Vajain, and her vampire guard, then I will serve you. If you are going to treat me as you say you will, then I don't see any reason to decline your offer."

"Good. Good. Now, come with me and I will show you what I have in store for you." The cloaked figure said as it turned and walked with Molvo eagerly following behind.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Vajain had been suspended between the astral and the temporal, her eyes half open, her body curled slightly under the flux. Then she felt something ice cold slither into her mind, behind her eyes, and she jerked herself up into reality, snarling and hissing between her teeth. The sound was only possible because she had shape-changed as she had screamed, her clothing instantly reforming into six more legs. And there, on the throne of Vajain Nur'Lograin was a female Drider of the Abyss, with eight eyes, two hands, and the venemous tongue that only one other Drider in all of the Underdark posesed.[/i]

"SHARESS! Destroy the foe that stands between me and my goal!"

[i]Instantly, a homunculus of her enemy appeared at her feet and she leapt at him, her claws impaling it. Then she looked up, afraid she might be overreacting to her half vision, half sending. Captain Liliu was standing to attention, looking straight ahead.[/i]

"Did you see it?"

"Yes Mistress, but you had already destroyed it the moment it hit the ground."

"...right."

[i]She looked between her legs. The face of her enemy. And a deeply ensorscelled enemy it was. Black stress lines around its fading aura and the red threads of a true killer. She sighed and changed back into a naked drow female. Her white robes soon followed. Apparently Molvo wasn't operating on his own anymore. And when he returned, he'd be bigger and badder than last time. When Razel came back, it was time for some modifications.

Big ones.

And that mage he brought would have to have a few of his own. This definetly spelled out a fun time for her own work ....... ........and time for a few ripening ceremonies of her own. Liliu walked over at her motion.[/i]

"How many pristesses do we have in training that haven't been initiated?"

"Only two. But they are ready....and have been waiting for a long time."

"Send them to me after Razel returns. But notify them now that their lady is about to speak with them about the ceremonies."

"They'll be overjoyed you know."

"Of course."

[i]Liliu stood back again.[/i][/COLOR]

[Hinata]

[FONT=Arial][COLOR=DarkOrchid]

Her sleeping was hindered very much that evening. As if she wanted to fall asleep. Most of the night she slept there praying and meditating hoping that some sign would show from Sharess.

None did, but many noises came into her ears surrounding her sense of smell with a pundgent odor that would not leave. A smell she had never had before, but as the electrical impulses shot into her brain only one explanation showed itself. [I] EVIL![/I]

She did not stir though for whatever presence had made its way so far into the tower must have known to watch her as well. She stayed completely calm and in her meditative state until the creature and its scent moved on.

As she got waled to her bed, she heard noises outside, many noises, some which sparked her courosity. But not only that an alarm was somehow rung lower, close to the guards, and a smal force of men arranged themselves to find the enemy. She was able to see a few of their shadows below, but nothing else stirred her sight. As she looked around more she thought she saw a quick flicker of light out of the corner of her eye. But as she turned to see it. The object was no longer there.

She quickly withdrew into her room and closed the window. And stood there, waiting for something to come in.

[I] Maybe that was the thing that killed Lo'rianna...[/I]

Her brain kept ideas moving into her head.

[I] Maybe its here to kill me... or the elders.. maybe us all.[/I]

[I] VAIJAIN?![/I] Her eyes grew big and the vision swarmed back into her head. Not only was her clan at risk. All of the drow clans were set to die by this new evil.

She rushed into her room to find the orb. It was still covered but still needed time before it could be used again.

"In the morning.." she whispered to herself. "I will do this in the morning..."

She placed the object back where it was and lay on the bed beside it. She lay there hoping her eyes would close. But no sleep came to her as the morning light flickered into her room.
[/COLOR][/FONT]

[Ben]

Uthegiliel crushed the head of one of the golems with his massive fist, and then held up his arm to ward off one of the Hellhounds. It bit his arm, molten teeth burning even Uthegiliel's improved body. He grimaced in pain, and then flung the beast into a grouping of them. He leapt into the air and crushed them beneath his feet, tearing the limbs off that stuck out from under him.

"Back to the pit that spawned you!" he shouted, hurling the stone frgaments into the blazing inferno. Uthegiliel was then struck down by the four-armed golem, whose flaming swords seared his stony skin. Smaller imps scurried over him, biting and tearing at him with their claws. The multilimbed behemoth raised its arms up again, preparing to strike another blow. Uthegiliel rolled to the side, crushing several of the imps. He got to his feet as swiftly as a man of stone can, and dealt a massive blow to the stony demon's chest. The beast recoiled a few steps, and Uthegiliel delivered another massive blow. The creature cut downwards with one of its blades, sinking it shallowly into Uthegiliel's shoulder and burning him with unholy fire.

"Be...be....begone!" Uthegiliel shouted, pushing the beast away from him, and the setting his shoulder against the thing's chest. He pushed with everything he had and succeeded in pushing the creature over the edge of the abyss. Uthegiliel winced as the pain in his shoulder flared up, and then continued wreaking havoc among his unholy golems. He tore them limb from limb with his hands, and he slammed them into the walls, shattering them. Several more of the dogs bit him, inflicting many shallow wounds. One of the larger golems raised its hand to strike Uthegiliel from behind, but Renier threw himself at the beast and caused it to lose its balance. Uthegiliel tore of the head of another golem and threw it into the chest of the first, blowing apart its torso.

Arciela's Dolls moved quickly and beguiled the golems into moving towards the deep chasms ripped in the earth. There, they were tripped or pushed over the edge and back into the fires of the underworld. Soon, all the golems were gone, and only fragments remained. Uthegiliel clapped his hands together and incanted a complicated formula in a thunderous voice. He concluded the brief rite by stamping his foot, which caused the floor to shake and the earth to close.

"I am so, so very sorry." he said quietly. His body was a mess of dark flame from where the creatures had harmed him, and his chest heaved from his exertions. He sank to the ground, and wept a second time.

[Hinata]

[FONT=Arial][COLOR=DarkOrchid]

The light slowly crept into her room. From the windows slots, down onto the floor and onto her face! She saw the liught's progression as she watched the window. Waiting and seeing hoping the nothing would come through. Her eyes showed her weainess and concern. And the light that always uplifted her, now blinded her eyes.

She grabbed the sheer blanket off her bed and walked into her meditation room where Sharess's statue once again looked down on the young priestess. Before se knew what hit her a sweep of emotion overcame Jo'lianna. First the tears, then the yelling. She couldn't stop herself from allowing her emothins to build up in her, not like this. Yet this time they took much control over her.

She was about to throw something before she felt someone come behind her and just hold her.

"My Priestess!"

It was the servant girl.

"Don't don't do it please," the young lady was also crying herself, taking on art of the emotion that she was feeloing herself.

Jo'lianna just stood ther, her head hung low, the hair drooping over her face.She not only felt regressed to the childlike state she felt she out grew but very much embarrased. Her emotions overcame her snse of duty, she had to subside them.

Her tears were slowly going away and her eyes began to dry. Her heart slowed its beat and her breating was going to its regular pattern.

"I'm sorry .." Jo'lianna said. Turning to hold the young lady as well. For the amount of time this girl had been with her, she felt the bond that she and Lo'rianna had once shared. "I'm sorry to have scared you. Please stop your tears."

The girl wept more. Jo'lianna knowing there will soon be a time where she cannot cry, let the girl continue. [/COLOR][/FONT]


P.S. Will post more here THANK YOU!

[Ben]

It was later in the evening. Uthegiliel had retired to one of the many apartments of Arciela's estate. His wounds burned both his stony flesh and his soul. The dark magic he had learned from the Nur'Lograin was very potent, and he was lucky to have survived an encounter with the creatures he had brought into being. Uthegiliel took a bowl from a nearby table and placed it on the ground in front of him. He took a few herbs from a pouch at his side, and ground them up in his hands. Uthegiliel emptied his hand's contents into the bowl, and then he poured some water into it as well. He stirred the two substances together, and then muttered a brief spell under his breath. The mixture began to glow.

Uthegiliel scooped out a handful of the stuff and smeared it on his chest and arms. The magical substance sank into his flesh and left it steaming. Uthegiliel took the rest of the remedy and drank it. He then lay down to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Later that night, Uthegiliel lay in his bed, stirring restlessly. The eyes were back, more sinister and more powerful than ever. [COLOR=DarkRed][I]"Saved your friends, did you? Well, let's see if you can protect them from your next mishap."[/I][/COLOR]

[I]"There will be no more accidents."[/I] Uthegiliel said firmly within his own mind.

[COLOR=DarkRed][I]"Of course they will. We'll make sure of that."[/I][/COLOR]

[I]"What is it that you want with me?"[/I]

The voices did not answer for a moment. Uthegiliel's direct question had given them pause.

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=3][I][B]"We want to see you fail, Uthegiliel! You're the last of the elders of our clan. Our new generations are getting smaller in number, and weaker in influence. For this, we blame [B]YOU![/B] You, the greatest of our living descendants. Bring our clan back from the brink, or you shall face HELL."[/B][/I][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[I]"I will do the best I can with our clan, as I always have. But I do not wish to continue these little meetings. For this reason, I call upon the magic of the Cal'Sakmeht! Expel these spirits from my mind!"[/I]

Uthegiliel's body was lifted off of the bed and began writhing madly in the air. A bright light was growing within him, and steam was flowing from his pores. The magical herbs he had consumed earlier had spread throughout his body, and were now coming into power. His room shone with light, and soon the whole household was illuminated. Slowly, by tens and twenties, the spirits of the fallen Dra'Coryul left Uthegiliel and disappeared into the shadows of the Underdark.

When they had all gone, the light went out and Uthegiliel fell onto the bed, causing it to break and splinter.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]The two novitiates bowed to Vajain slowly, their bodys staying parallel with the floor until they heard her rise, the spider silk brushing smoothly against the cold marble floors.[/i]

"You have been judged. We have come to decide that you are ready to become the priestesses of the Nur'Lograin clan. Are you prepared?"

[i]Three young Drow women, clad in simple white tunics and wearing the five strands of gems and pearls in their hair. They all noded and bowed once more, knowing that they owed everything to the leader of the clan. And truly, they were very pleased to be where they were today.[/i]

"The blossoming ceremony will begin soon. Follow me please."

[i]Vajain stalked out of the hall, her back perfectly straight, hips making up for her ramrod posture. They followed in a straight line, bowing their heads to Razel who followed silently behind them all.

Once in th ehallway, they all headed down several long flights of stairs until they came to the base level. Once there, she pointed a hand to the huge circular stained glass setting in the ceiling, and they were all bathed in a purple and white light. Then she pointed to the bare floor, traced only with the insignia of their clan, the Pentacle. And it filled with water until they were submurged to the hips. Vajain rose until she was standing on the surface of the water, and drew her hand in the air, writing words as she spoke them.

The three novitiates stood still, their eyes closed, hands resting at their sides.[/i]

"May the goddess bless you all. With your new birth. Children of Sharess.

Be transformed."

[i]Instantly, the light burst into shades of red and gold, and the room began to hum with a vibrant energy. Magic, heavy and ancient, swirled around the three females, until they were all quite overcome and fainted in the trance of the transfigured. Vajain smiled benignly and waited patiently for the blossoming to finish. Once it did, the three women were taken to the main hall and set down on three floating cots.

The first opened her eyes and moved slowly, feeling the changes in her body. Not only had she grown taller and more mature, her hair. Once short, had become long enough to brush her calf muscles.[/i]

"Hello. The blossoming was a success. How do you feel?"

[i]Through new eyes, she looked up to Mistress Vajain, standing before her, bathed in light, looking like a goddess. Lillu and Razel stood behind her, both wearing that same smile.[/i]

"Like I was just born."[/COLOR]