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| Helgrind | Feb 24 2008, 10:33 PM Post #1 |
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death is always welcome to those who have felt it...
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A gentle breeze blew down the narrow streets and the sun's rays warmed the town called Fer'eilyn. The streets of the small town where bustling with people going about their business for the day. Stores and buildings lined the streets selling a variety of goods form weapons, armour and fine fabrics to fruit, vegetables and livestock. There where a few inns and bars as well which could be found every few blocks. In the town centre there was a fountain that was built over a natural spring. The water was fresh and icy cold and thirsty travellers where permitted to drink form the water, which led down through the market place on the south side of Fer'eilyn via a rather complicated system that the town’s engineers and architects had come up with when they had first built the town. It was a unique place indeed. Around the town square where a few cafés which provided good quality services at low prices thus making it affordable for weary travellers to rest and get at least a decent meal before continuing on their journeys. The elf had somehow found herself in this town, how, she was not sure. It had not exactly been her aim to end up in a place like this. Helgrind had never really been one who enjoyed crowded streets, preferring to stick to forested areas, but since her resurrection she had not exactly been in control of herself, and had been steered in this direction by the demon which had brought her back to life and now control part of her; though the amount of control the demon possessed was beginning to decrease. She was seated at one of the tables outside the one café, watching as people passed by and went about their short lives. She really stuck out in this town whose inhabitance was mainly human. Her skin had a slight blue tint to it and her eyes shone a silver/red colour, her hair almost the same as it had been before her death, was a silver/blue colour, but now had small streaks of black and white. Pain often engulfed her body from old wounds she was not sure how she obtained. They weakened her, but it was because of them that she had become more resistant to many things, including extra pain, and because of them that she was stronger mentally than most. Helgrind thumbed the tankard of ale which she had ordered. Depression had overcome the elf over the last couple of weeks and months. Memories which she would rather forget had come back to her and the fact that she had killed the two people in the world who angered and hurt her most where both dead had at first brought a smile and joy to the elf. Some memories still eluded her though, like how she had died. She knew that she had been resurrected, the demon had told her that much, but why and how it had kept a secret. She had though of killing herself; committing suicide and ending her miserable life, dying for a second time, but this was another chance to fulfil the few objectives she had set for herself when she had been younger. A chance to start afresh, forget the past and move on. Helgrind had been trying to convince herself to take this new opportunity as a blessing and gift, and not a burden, but still a voice in her head kept nagging at her, confronting her and asking why this life was worth living? She was a lost soul, who had no one who could really help and guide her down the right path, and the probability of finding a person willing to help her, she had always thought to be negligible. |
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| Aenarion | Feb 25 2008, 06:14 PM Post #2 |
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Aenarion smiled at the man across the table, they had been bargaining the sale value of a bottle of perfume for the longest time. Indeed, it probably was expensive, so either of them knew. Either way, Aenarion had gotten a hold of it freely - something given to him, or rather, sold for information. Finally, they came to an agreement at thirty gold pieces. Thirty! The elf shook the mans hand, pocketed the money, and walked away. With this money, he could buy a good meal and a place to say. He glanced out over the crowd of people, and then paused. He nearly choked on his own tongue with what he saw, it was the woman from the mountain. Aenarion was sure he could not possibly look recognizable, he had been a bloody mess then, now, he looked what he thought to be dashing. When his blood returned to his face, he changed course to go towards her. He sat down at her table and smiled. "All the other tables were full outside, sorry." He said to her, winking. What looked to be a waiter walked up to them and asked them what they were having. "Ah, I will be having steak, rare, with onions and mushrooms on the top, oh, butter as well please, fresh rolls. What will you be having?" Aenarion asked her grinning he could at least give her a warm meal and then slip some - no - a lot of money into her pockets before he was on his way again. However, then he got to thinking, what price is a life, he knew it was invaluable, and waved off the notion entirely. Not only that, but you cannot repay a gift, even if it wasn't neccessarily given freely. However she got here, it was a blessing, and he was glad she was here, even if scarred. No, what had happened there was not his fault at all, he could not control it one bit. He thought for a moment before putting all a gold piece on the table. "Ma'am, order what you please, i'll pay." He told her, not hesitating, what was money worth anyway? "So, you look lonely right now, seems like your missing something!" He told her the obvious. It just seemed like she lacked something, but had something that didn't belong at the same time. It was like she had a void in her heart and tried to fill it with something other than what was needed. Perhaps it was a friend, or maybe even just a kind smile. Whatever it was, he would be happy to provide such a thing, he owed her a thousand. |
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| Helgrind | Mar 1 2008, 08:08 AM Post #3 |
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death is always welcome to those who have felt it...
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Helgrind sat there at the table her thoughts just swimming in circles. She was not really achieving anything by just sitting here doing nothing, but the problem was finding something to keep herself busy with was rather hard, and the people looked at her with strange expressions on their faces which did not really help her confidence, and it had already been shattered. She sighed and breathed in deeply before taking a mouthful of the ale she had ordered. The feeling of it making its way through her broken body felt enjoyable and relaxing to a certain extent. She looked out over the few people who where still moving about in the town square; watching a few people who where by the fountain, and the man who lead his horse-drawn cart down the cobble stones. She looked up in surprise as her view was blocked and saw a man sanding in front of her, and then taking a seat at her table, saying that the other tables where occupied. Helgrind raised her eyebrow as the man ordered a meal for himself and then asked what she would like. She was not too sure about what this man was playing at. She did not even know him, or at least she though she didn't. She might have met him before her death, but did not recognize him. She kept her silence as she watched him bring out a pile of gold coins and place them on the table, and again offer to buy her a meal. Helgrind eyed the man suspiciously, jogging her mind to try and bring back some memory that might help her in identifying the man. "Just an apple I think... “She said, bowing her head to the man in front of her. Not too sure if she should accept or decline. Hunger was one thing she was not feeling too badly at the moment so the small fruit would suffice, all the while thinking on whether she should answer his obvious question. "I miss only the memories of the past, but what would that matter to you? I don’t even know you I think, and if we have met before, I don’t remember... “She said quietly, keeping her eyes on the man in front of her, rather curious about him and why he had been so friendly towards her. |
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| Aenarion | Mar 2 2008, 01:07 AM Post #4 |
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"What would it matter to me?" He asked, pondering for a moment. "Well, I killed you for one.. On accident, of course. You see, I jumped off a mountain to test my bodies endurance, and my own strength. You came along and tried to heal the unhealable. You put your hands on me, and instinct kicked in, uncontrollable magic sapped your life, and the life of the surrounding area, and gave it to me to replace what was gone. In other words, your method failed me, and so magic kicked in." He explained carefully choosing his words. She might be angry at him, actually, he kind of expected it. "So, as far as I see it, the least I can do for you is a meal, right?" His fingers kind of piddled with the folds of his white pants. He was, once again, wearing all white. The white shirt with a white overcoat and then white pants. It all made him look like a part of the nobility, and he was more than willing to feed that impression. His white hair was clipped shorter than normal, in the matter of fact, it was buzzed off. This, and the noble appearance made him seem like an officer in an army. Once again, he was more than willing to feed that impression. "Now, please, get something more than an apple, fill up, it's a beautiful looking day and nothing like a hot meal to make it all the better, no? I don't know about you, but I sure don't get a good meal very often. Besides, I am paying." A glass of water was brought to him, he smiled at the lady and thanked her. She left, and he once again turned his attention to Helgrind. She was certainly different from the last time he'd seen her, even if it was brief. She seemed sad, not hopeful, angry, not joyful. The anger was clearly from another source, not her, but he could almost feel it in the back of her mind. What she could use is a man to keep her going and show her love. Aenarion truely did hope her the best, and was more than willing to help her with just about anything before he left town. He wondered if she was settled here or not, or if she would try and kill him for revenge. He rather thought not of the former, and wasn't sure about the latter. However, a pleasant smile remained on his face to disguise these emotions. |
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| Helgrind | Mar 2 2008, 03:56 AM Post #5 |
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She turned her attention away from him and back to watching the people in the streets. They all had a purpose, a reason to keep breathing; to keep living. Helgrind heard the voice of the man dressed in the purest white garments she had ever seen. Appearance didn't bother her any more. She might have before her death, where she had been very concerned and worried about what people though about her, not any more, there was no point in caring really, was there? She was happy just so long as she had something covering her and keeping her warm when it got cold. Her face showed none of the warring emotions that she felt as she heard him explain that he had been the one to kill her. Helgrind shook her head slightly; she was not sure on whether to believe what the man spoke of. She looked up at the man sitting at her table, her slightly red eyes fixed on his form, but showing none of the doubt or the warring emotions that were pulsing through her mind. The slightly demonic side of her was whispering to take revenge, but Helgrind shoved the orders and chant away. She would not listen to the creature which controlled the small part of her. She hit the side of her head with the palm of her hand, gripping the side of her head and closing her eyes tight, gritting her teeth, as she pushed to demon away from her thoughts so that it would not influence her as greatly as it had at first. She was not bothered about whether the man though her to be mad, she was used to people who had seen her doing what she did at that moment thinking of her as mad. People who criticized the way she conducted herself, and the way she did things could jump in a lake and drown for all she cared. Helgrind looked away from the man when she heard him ask her to order something more than the apple she had ordered, but ignored that, her mind was still rushing over what she had heard. So she had died helping him. She remembered the pain she felt soon after her resurrection, and remembered the demon who had done the deed of bring her back whisper in her ear about having to heal the wounds. She had the scars to prove it, but had not been sure of how she had obtained them. "So it’s because of you that my body is as scared as it is? How was it that I obtained the deep wounds, shattered limbs and broken ribs? If you where the one who jumped off the mountain, if you where the injured being, then how did I obtain the injuries?" she said, her voice coming out quiet and calm, hiding the fact that she was beginning to feel impatient and yearned to learn more about her death. "I don’t even know you name... “She added quietly, looking down and away from the table. “and if I did help you… Then I want no reward, I don’t even know what my motives for helping you where.” |
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| Aenarion | Mar 2 2008, 07:38 AM Post #6 |
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"Magic." He said simply, responding to her. "Why did you come to help me? I have no idea, I begged you to leave.. Well, as best as I could with a completely destroyer jaw. That moment of contact tied your life to mine, sundering your body and healing mine. Food is hardly a reward for killing yourself, if I do say so myself." He stated, shrugging, watching as a woman brought a smoking plate out. He licked his lips as she put it down in front of him, he picked up a fork and began chewing the mushrooms. After he ate a couple, he looked at her as the simple apple was placed in front of her. Rolls with honey butter were placed at the center of the table, they looked delicious. "My name is Aenarion, by the way, I was unable to introduce myself even then. We truely are strangers either way you put it, we were in no way friends, or even with the knowledge of eachother until that day." He mixed the onions and mushrooms together and put it in a roll with honey butter, and took a bite. He moaned at the taste. "Try one, their delicious." He got out as he chewed. People walked by in the day, trading, eating, doing whatever they wished. People yelling, talking, whispering, in all voices that resounded as what seemed like one loud voice. He knew it was just his mind playing tricks on him. With Helgrind, the sword went both ways, he did not know her, either. He knew her name only cause she had briefly told him what it was minutes before she died. He could tell what she did with her life by her looks, and also her race. But inside, he knew nothing about her, he knew the husk labled "Helgrind" not the person. He did not know how she was back, even surviving one of the many injuries she had been afflicted with. "I truely apologize for what happened though, I tried to warn you." He said, regret in his voice. He would probably still be alive - if still healing, if she hadn't of touched him. His bodys' endurance was extensive, and, even with all of his organs mismatched, he would have eventually gotten everything in place. |
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| Helgrind | Mar 3 2008, 12:58 AM Post #7 |
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"So, I died because of my stupidity. I could have lived on if i'de left. " she said blankly after the man had stopped finished talking. Helgrind frowned; she remembered how idiotic she had always been before her death that was one side of her that she had banished from her newly formed self, though on odd occasions she tended to be slightly foolish. Helgrind nodded as an amused smile tugged at her mouth, it was her own fault that she was as messed up as she was then. She listened as the man spoke again. So his name was Aenarion. The footsteps of the waitress bringing the mans food reached her ears, and she put the meal that the man had ordered down in front of him and the apple that Helgrind had ordered in front of her. She looked at the fruit, and picked it up, twirling it between her fingers. She had lost her appetite, and put the apple down again. Helgrind shook her head at his offer. "No thanks, not hungry" she said, taking a swig from the ale she had ordered before the man had even come. She heard him speak and looked at him, a blank expression on her face. Why was he apologizing? He had no reason to apologize. "Don't apologize, what's done is done, my life was lost, and then given back to me. Even if it was by the most undesirable source. The reason I’m here is because i was resurrected from the ashes that I’m presuming you turned me to after i died, by a demon. The little bastard now controls part of me." she said, the tone in her voice changing slightly to a slightly joyful one, and she smiled slightly. "I probably should have listened, but then again, I’d still be foolish then. No, death did me some good, even if I am not too happy to be alive again." |
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| Aenarion | Mar 23 2008, 02:12 PM Post #8 |
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"Death never brings anything good, I can promise you that much." He said solemnly. He bit into his meal again briefly before pointing his fork in her. "That's probably the first thing I learned in life, death is never good. I see death every moment, and decay. If I were to look around right now, I would see a bunch of dieing people, because everyone will inevitably die, sooner or later. Looking at it as a fact of pointlessness to live if it'll end eventually anyway is stupidity. You can look at it from the other side of the fence, since you are limited on time, you should make the very best of it." He told her, chewing on onions. He was reminded of the fact everyone died day by day. However, he had gotten so used to his sight over the years that the slow decay of people did not bother him. Something, though, was wrong with you if dieing or seeing something, or someone, die, did not bother you. She decayed, too, if slower than the others around them, but it was a slow, and, hopefully in the end, painless death. That was why Aenarion chose to follow none of these gods people spoke of, all were powerless, all were weak minded and biased. |
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| Helgrind | Mar 24 2008, 01:26 AM Post #9 |
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The smile that had appeared on her face disappeared as she looked out into the crowd during the short moment of silence. When the gentleman opposite her spoke she looked in his direction; her red tinted eyes watching him. She did not agree completely with what he said. Death did sometimes bring good things. But he had a valid comment. She listened to him as he continued to speak after taking another mouthful of him meal. When he finished speaking she nodded slowly, but only half of her agreed with what he had said. "True, very true. " she said quietly, looking past him and at a cart that passed by. "As true as those words where, everyone had their own thoughts about death. Everyone sees it differently. Death is sometimes what brings about new life, is it not? When one organism dies, it gives another creature a chance to live." Helgrind's expression changed from an emotionless one to one of boredom. "Forgive me if i seem morbid to you... I just see things differently to the way you do. This demon gave me a chance to live... but it has influenced the way I think as well. i never took death so lightly before." |
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| Aenarion | Mar 24 2008, 05:11 AM Post #10 |
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"That's looking at it from a different perspective. If you look at it from all sides, you'de also see that when one being dies, it loses it's ability to reproduce, in most cases. While there's life, there's hope." He told her, suddenly losing his appetite as he ate one last bite and pushed his plate aside. It was the conversation, of course, that made him not so hungry. How many times had he been confronted with death? Often, absolutely, he looked out for number one, he had noone else to live for. He was suprised, at times, about the primal instinct he had to kill when under threat. When someone threatened to deal harm to him, it was a warning more than not. He would kill, destroy life, remove the hope of that life, was he wrong in that? He did not know, it was impossible to tell what the future holds for a person if they are dead. "So, if you are not taking joy and pride in your life, what are you doing of late? What did you use to do? What is different about what you used to do and what you do now?" |
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| Helgrind | Mar 30 2008, 09:05 AM Post #11 |
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This conversation was beginning to get on her nerves. Helgrind no longer had the patients she had when she had been alive. She had changed, in her opinion for the better, though others might think differently. Helgrind listened to what Aenarion had to say. She did not agree entirely, sure, he was right about what he said, but the death of one creature, meant that another species of creature had a better chance of living. She shoved the thoughts and even the conversation out of mind. Helgrind closed her eyes and leaned backwards, a frown on her face. She heard Aenarion speak for the last time, asking what was different about the old her and the new. Almost everything about her was new and she did not really know what she was doing as of late. To tell the truth she had done nothing as of late, apart from a few deeds she was not proud of in any way. She saw no point in taking joy in life if she had nothing to be happy about, she had not asked, or pleaded to be brought back. She had been happy to give up her life for the man in front of her now. The demon that possessed her grew stronger and took over more of her thought and acting when she grew irritated as she was beginning to feel now. "What is different? ... The fact that the old me was not able to do things without her conscience intervening. I can now kill and feel nothing for the person." she said, her eyes still closed, but a sly smile grew in her face as she remembered seeing her parents looks of horror just before she killed them. "Like my mom and dad... “She whispered. She had reached the point where she was like her father and her mother had been. A murderer of sorts, but unknown to Helgrind, the only reason she did not feel remorse was because since her resurrection, she had been shown no true kindness, no real friendship, and perhaps that was all she craved, and through her craving had grown thirsty for the blood of others, to calm her temper and keep her feeling sane, if that was possible. |
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| Aenarion | Apr 5 2008, 12:46 PM Post #12 |
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"But, overall, the only difference is that you've killed a couple people, your indifference, and, I guess your power? But, my question was, what do you do that's different. Nothing, I would presume from what you've told me. You wander around, probably like you did before, the only difference is that your indifferent, and you killed two people..." He halted, sniffing the air, her scent had changed slightly. Not necessarily anything wrong, but, he knew the smell. "Demon..." He muttered, gathering in his will and magic, wanting to be ready to strike out at a moments notice. "You killed your parents, I killed my son, funny how things turn out in life. Trust me, I never thought it would come to that point until the point had come. In the end, his son had respected him, but not in the way Aenarion had wanted him to. So, he brought him in, and he was publically executed for high treason, murder, rape, and various other crimes. Were they so different, he and her? Sure, he did not have a demon in his mind, screwing with his thoughts, but he had killed people for one reason or another, and he wandered around just like she did. He caught himself quickly. No, there was a difference, he cared, when was it that he did not weep after he ended a fellow humanoids life? He did not know, there probably was none. He was an elf, a blood elf sure, but an elf, he had a love for all things living, a care for all people and the way their lives went. He believed in no greater good, but he did believe in complete and total balance, and the need for it. Good and evil were nonexistant, balance always held sway. To him, constant sacrafice, and loneliness, was his balance. He had killed or caused the deaths of thousands, so he lived a life of solitude. He was an expert of hand to hand combat, so he killed with a dagger in most cases. He was as strong as an oxe, so he threw himself at the opponent rather than dodge. He was an evasive person, so he was blunt. All of his actions contradicted his nature of careful planning, and skills. It was strange how it turned out. "You know, I catch myself wondering how different I am from you, now. I've wandered, and slayed, and done millions of things I shouldn't have ever of done. But, then, I catch myself in the thought, no, we are not alike. I have a love for all things living, the only thing you need to find joy in, is life. The fact that people can laugh and cry without concequence is enough proof of that. I love all things living, as I said, including you, including that man over there, including his wife and children. Including the women that served me, including everyone." He told her, delivering his ultimatum. |
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| Helgrind | Apr 6 2008, 05:16 AM Post #13 |
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Helgrind listened half heartedly to what Aenarion said as his reply. She had lost interest in this conversation. Helgrind no longer had the patience that she used to have, and found herself getting frustrated very easily now days. A small part of her longed to be the way she had been before, but the demon was still too strong to overthrow and get rid of, not to mention dangerous. It could take away her life just as easily as it had given her life. Helgrind opened her eyes when she heard what Aenarion said about having killed his son. It must have been hard on him to have to do something like that. Killing the being that you help bring into the world, in her opinion must have been harder than killing the people who brought you into the world. The demonic side of her flared through again and the small amount of pity that she had felt due to her old personality vanished as though it had never been felt. The elf was not sure anymore about which side she was going with, the demon, or her old thoughts which had been similar to what Aenarion felt. Her old ways where tearing into her new character. The small battle raged in her mind about what she thought about everything. She had enjoyed life at one point, and had forgotten what it felt like to feel joy and happiness. She hardly ever smiled or laughed anymore, the only emotions she knew where those of anger, sadness and frustration. Her eyes dropped and she looked at eh apple that was still in front of her. She felt sick inside just looking at the fruit, but why she was not sure. She seemed to have blocked out all surrounding noise and felt as though she was alone in the town. A few moments later Aenarion's voice penetrated her mental barrier and she looked up and listened with slightly more enthusiasm than she had before. The demon was slowly losing this battle between her will and its own. Aenarion was right about having to find joy in life, but she had destroyed the two people who she had cherished before death, and the memory of the pain and sadness that they had caused her and that she had felt after killing them still got to her as did regret for her actions. Helgrind was surprised by how much this man seemed to enjoy life and all living things and realized that she had felt that way about life once before, many years ago. "It must be... enjoyable to feel that way about life and all the wonders it brings" Helgrind muttered, looking at the table. "... I never wanted to feel this way about life or death... I never felt like this before. I would do anything to go back to my old ways." Helgrind meant it too; the demon had possessed her and screwed with her mind for long enough. She was tired of having it order her to do things she never would have done before. All she needed was some one willing to help her. |
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| Aenarion | Apr 6 2008, 05:32 AM Post #14 |
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Aenarions building energy was brought to bear as he tapped the table with his hands. He mounted it, as if it was on his shoulders, making him feel almost weightless. Intense strength surged through him as he stood up quickly and gestured toward her. "Gasp." He said, and a coil of his energy flicked out, striking her in the chest, and then disappearing as briefly as it had come. She fell out of her chair, her muscles and heart, her whole body stopping. Her brain stopping. Her eyes closed, her nerves stopped. For a few seconds, it was like she was dead, her body had been sapped of all of it's heat, making her nerves burn intensely. Followed by the icy sensation of the spell which seemed to freeze her body over. Her mind stopped moving for a moment, and everyone around them looked towards herself and him. He heard a call for the guards, but ignored it, he was in his own world now. He stared at her blank body, her soul and the soul in it both fishes in a barrel. Suddenly, for a second time, his magic struck out at the intruding soul, the demon. Her body twitched quickly, as if being hit hard in the stomach. Then, it began to reboot. Two men grabbed Aenarion by the shoulders, but could not make him budge. He was in his own world. "Are you okay?" He asked at the fifth second after havng casted Voids Last Gasp, draining her of everything for a brief moment, and exchanging it for new things. No, it would not make her forget anything, however, it had given her and himself enough time to strike the also immobilized demon. He had given her a weapon in that moment, a sense of renewal, especially when the warmth slowly began to seep back into her body. "Are you okay?" He asked, ten seconds after having asked before, now leaning over her, much liked she had over him at the mountain. His face close to hers, looking for a sign of facial experession. His hand fell on her neck, searching for a pulse. It came slowly, slowly building up to the speed it should be going at. He grinned, the guards were now threatening him. No big deal, he thought, when they saw her get up, all would be well. Or at least, he hoped he wouldn't have to hurt them to get them away. Or run, for that matter. |
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| Helgrind | Apr 6 2008, 10:09 AM Post #15 |
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It all happened very quickly and without any warning. There was a flash of light and a sharp pain in her chest, but everything became blank. All life processes cease to function and she fell from the chair on which she was seated. Her eyes had closed. It was not long after this that breath yet again came to her lungs, and the first thing that she noted was that the demonic side of her was weaker. Her eyes shot open and she breathed in deeply, the air stinging smartly as it filled her lungs. Her eyes shifted quickly to where Aenarion was restrained by two of the town guards. Helgrind was not sure if she should be feeling angry about what he had done or relief. Now was her chance to destroy the part of her that she hated, and she might not have another chance to destroy it, but how? Helgrind felt the old side of her, the livelier side peaking through. Helgrind pulled herself up and leaned against the chair leg for support, still sitting on the floor. She shook her head and blinked repeatedly, her vision blurring slightly. She looked up at the two men holding Aenarion. "Let him go. He has done no wrong" she stated hint of gratitude in her voice. "Thank you." OOC: it beith a shit post, sorry 
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Atra gülia un ilian tauthr ono un atra ono waíse skölir frá rauthr *~Helgrind~* | |
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