Post by silverlaine on Sept 9, 2015 21:48:52 GMT -6
Ashleigh Van Carter (with cameo from another)
How many years..decades..perhaps centuries..had passed, since he had fallen into slumber after the battle against Shakaar? The very battle that quite literally shook both the heavens and earth..all for something as trivial as the lifeblood of a young man, marked since his birth?
The forest..dim..quiet..the rain dropping down onto an old, forgotten alter in the middle of a clearing, where a single pedastal looking like hands held atop their palms a large, round bowl..chipped, decayed and forgotten by time. The wolves had hunted and ate well that night..a family of rabbits provided them nourishment on that rainy, dark night. But..within that same forest..something stirred within the bushes. Giggles and laughter..drunken inebriation..as a couple spilled from the bushes, drenched from the rain, the female holding a stout bottle of ale that would've put even more hair on a dwarfs chin! The man..dressed in the finest of silken attire..obviously a nobleman from the countryside..snatched the bottle from her, and as a bolt of lightning struck down miles away, the two of the engaged in another sip of the wine.
"Oh, Sir Favris..you know how to treat a woman" she stated through drunken fits of hiccups and burps, while the man would point towards the alter that had illuminated with the flash and flicker of lightning.
"What the hell is that thing?" he'd inquire, and try to move closer towards it..but, as luck would have it..the woman, a whore from the local tavern..fell in a drunker stupor to the ground, and began playfully tugging at the cuff of his tunic.
"Oh, don't you worry about some nasty..*hic*..stupid looking alter. Look at me..you paid for me, not that..ghastly thing! Now come on, let's have a roll in the grass. Let's tear at these clothes, and I'll make love to you better then that old crotchety wife of yours ever could!"
Another pull on the cuff, and back Favris fell onto the grass, followed by a hysterical drunken fit of laughter between the two of them. Taking the bottle from her, he'd tip the bottle over the tight corset she wore, spilling the rich liqour onto her bosom while smirking and pressing himself against her. She couldn't help but sigh seductively at such a motion..however...
Another flash of lightning, loud and boisterous..boomed and quaked..however, this time..striking the pedastal, which caused the bowl to fly upwards through the air. Deep underground...something..or someone..stirred, as multi-colored eyes opened slowly, the first sight: The warm glow of a beautiful ruby gem around the figures neck..a gem, with a crack, barely noticable.
"That was close, Minva..perhaps, we should head back to the village, and do our little deed there?" "Oh, Favris..I was just thinking the same...what..." Looking over his shoulder towards the alter, the lightning strike seemed to have affected the alter..as, the fingers of the hand like pedastal..were glowing with a radiant, multi-colored pulse, changing in hue ever few seconds. From blue, to red, to white, to black, to yellow, then repeating numerous times.
Favris, oblivious to this sudden development..picked up the bottle that the whore had dropped, and brought it to his lips..however, only a single drop of the wine remained, the rest having spilled out from being dropped. Holding the bottle upside down, his expression went from jovial and flirtatious..to violent and dark. "How..DARE..you! Wench, you dropped the bottle, and now a perfectly good bottle of the rarest wine this side of the Misty Mountains...IS GONE! Do you KNOW how much I paid for just one bottle of that stuff?! DO YOU?!"
"But..Sir Favris..." "That is LORD Favris to you, wench..do you realize you just cost me an entire fortune for that bottle! I should have you killed" Minva stood at that point, holding the length of her dress in her arms and backed away slowly. Fear was present in her..her voice, trembling..quivering. "P..please, Lord Favris..surely, there's other ways to make up for this! You did, afterall..just win thousands of gold pieces in that card game! You could easily buy another bottle!"
Favris held his hand out, the fingers spread..magic, flames of pure magic..began to crackle at his fingertips. "I told you that bottle was rare..the Elves of the Misty Mountains don't just trade their wine at a bazaar, you foolish wench! Besides..your punishment will be to carry the scars of the flames, to remind you of this foolish audacity!"
Behind him..the bushes stirred..and as he turned, his sight..dimmed from the moonlight scantilly touching the area..saw nothing. But..a flash of lightning..as well as the flick of a match..and there, leaning against a tree..was a mysterious figure, draped in a trench coat and tipped hat. The match light a pipe, from which pearly gray smoke erupted.
"Who..who are you?" Favris asked with a hint of nervousness..however, that soon dissapated. "It doesn't matter...this whore cost me thousands of gold for my bottle of expensive elven wine. Were she a slave, I'd have her killed..however, I'm only going to lightly burn her for her transgression"
Smoke from the pipe rose upwards towards the figures face..which, lifted upwards only alittle. The embers in the pipe blazed upwards..giving a small peek at the figures face. Favris could've sworn the man had dual colored eyes..black and red..and a devilish smirk riddled along his lips. The figures hands went into his pockets, and only shrugged. "Don' bothah me, really..howevah..der one ting I come out here fo'..an' dat ta settle up wit' you"
Favris..would merely look stupified at the figure, who began inching his way closer towards him. Taking several steps back..Favris felt cornered..however, the wench had made a mad dash into the thicket.
"Settle up? What do you mean? And your intervention just let that wench escape! Who are you..and how can you justify interfering in a nobles business?"
The figure made his way up towards the man, and even swatted the magic infused hand away. However..the figure didn't stop infront of Favris..instead, he kept walking past the man. Only when a few feet away from Favris, did Favris gulp softly and look over his shoulder, stupified.
"Funny how da cards you had in dat game..you had t'ree fools an' da vagabond" Favris said nothing, only continued to stare with sorrowful, wide eyes.."What so funny 'bout dat..is dat dere only four fools in da deck..an' I had two o' dem in meh hand, as well as the bishop"
Something began to glow on Favris..his upper left arm, right on the shoulder. A rune..no..a sort of glyph or something..whatever it was, it was glinting brilliantly.
"Dat da second time anyone cheat me, Favris..an' just like da othah one found out..." BOOM!..a semi-loud explosion pulsed through the silent night air..birds, squaking loudly and flying up from the trees, making a mad attempt at escape from the horrible sound. Smoke rose from the source of the explosion..and when the dust settled..Favris, stood there with tears streaming down his face and cheek..the left arm, completely blown off from the explosion...blood, cascading onto the ground like a crimson waterfall.."I don' like being cheated. Now..I tink I help myself ta dat bounty on you..as well as da gold you cheated me out of" Moving up to the falling Favris, the figure would snatch his other arm, grabbed by the wrist..and yank hard. Blood flew again as the arm was ripped off, and then a kick sent the man sprawling backwards onto the alter, where he slumped and breathed heavily.
The next few moments...the figure, having disappeared into the bushes..and Favris was crying in utter agony and terror. However..the blood..seeped onto the pedastal..and it, in turn..began to glow evermore with it vibrant pulses of light. The changes though..much faster then before..and underneath the earth, that pedastals 'roots'..formed an intricate 'branch' of lines, filling out a large chamber, with a coffin within. The blood flowed into the coffin..and the one within, now drowning within a sea of that very blood..began to move.
"Curse..you..." came from Favris..who was now sprawled on the ground, screaming out in sheer horror over his situation. However..the lights suddenly stopped..their flickering, halted..only to become an amalgam of the various colors. The hands of the pedastal..the fingers..they began to move, spindly movements that seemed to work like a puppeteer working the strings of a marionette. The middle of the pedastal opened..a brilliant bloodred light beaming through that opening..and soon, a coffin of blackest black lined red lace..came from the ground. It opened..and a torrential sea of blood poured out like a tidal wave from within..as well as a figure, which fell to the ground.
"Blessed Goddess of Coin..." Favris muttered out in pain..and as he watched, that figure stirred. Lifting its head up..Favris saw a young looking man..crimson red hair..and multi-colored eyes, sparkling like gemstones.
"No..I'm afraid not" the man stated in a dry tone of voice..and as he stood, naked and uncaring..he would look down to Favris with an even more dry facial expression. "However...I call you..saviour...because it was your blood that awoken me after so long a slumber. My wounds..have healed..and thanks to you, I live again"
Favris began to levitate off the ground..his breathing evermore quickened..he was, for all intensive purpose..at deaths door from blood loss. "And to repay your kindess..I will end your suffering..quickly..."
Screams filled the night..screams that seemed harmonious with strokes of lightning and thunder..as wolves howled, and at exactly midnight on that cold, rainy night...all clocks, chimed not twelve..but thirteen..and blood, began to pour from the hour and minute hands. Ashleigh Van Carter...had awoken...
How many years..decades..perhaps centuries..had passed, since he had fallen into slumber after the battle against Shakaar? The very battle that quite literally shook both the heavens and earth..all for something as trivial as the lifeblood of a young man, marked since his birth?
The forest..dim..quiet..the rain dropping down onto an old, forgotten alter in the middle of a clearing, where a single pedastal looking like hands held atop their palms a large, round bowl..chipped, decayed and forgotten by time. The wolves had hunted and ate well that night..a family of rabbits provided them nourishment on that rainy, dark night. But..within that same forest..something stirred within the bushes. Giggles and laughter..drunken inebriation..as a couple spilled from the bushes, drenched from the rain, the female holding a stout bottle of ale that would've put even more hair on a dwarfs chin! The man..dressed in the finest of silken attire..obviously a nobleman from the countryside..snatched the bottle from her, and as a bolt of lightning struck down miles away, the two of the engaged in another sip of the wine.
"Oh, Sir Favris..you know how to treat a woman" she stated through drunken fits of hiccups and burps, while the man would point towards the alter that had illuminated with the flash and flicker of lightning.
"What the hell is that thing?" he'd inquire, and try to move closer towards it..but, as luck would have it..the woman, a whore from the local tavern..fell in a drunker stupor to the ground, and began playfully tugging at the cuff of his tunic.
"Oh, don't you worry about some nasty..*hic*..stupid looking alter. Look at me..you paid for me, not that..ghastly thing! Now come on, let's have a roll in the grass. Let's tear at these clothes, and I'll make love to you better then that old crotchety wife of yours ever could!"
Another pull on the cuff, and back Favris fell onto the grass, followed by a hysterical drunken fit of laughter between the two of them. Taking the bottle from her, he'd tip the bottle over the tight corset she wore, spilling the rich liqour onto her bosom while smirking and pressing himself against her. She couldn't help but sigh seductively at such a motion..however...
Another flash of lightning, loud and boisterous..boomed and quaked..however, this time..striking the pedastal, which caused the bowl to fly upwards through the air. Deep underground...something..or someone..stirred, as multi-colored eyes opened slowly, the first sight: The warm glow of a beautiful ruby gem around the figures neck..a gem, with a crack, barely noticable.
"That was close, Minva..perhaps, we should head back to the village, and do our little deed there?" "Oh, Favris..I was just thinking the same...what..." Looking over his shoulder towards the alter, the lightning strike seemed to have affected the alter..as, the fingers of the hand like pedastal..were glowing with a radiant, multi-colored pulse, changing in hue ever few seconds. From blue, to red, to white, to black, to yellow, then repeating numerous times.
Favris, oblivious to this sudden development..picked up the bottle that the whore had dropped, and brought it to his lips..however, only a single drop of the wine remained, the rest having spilled out from being dropped. Holding the bottle upside down, his expression went from jovial and flirtatious..to violent and dark. "How..DARE..you! Wench, you dropped the bottle, and now a perfectly good bottle of the rarest wine this side of the Misty Mountains...IS GONE! Do you KNOW how much I paid for just one bottle of that stuff?! DO YOU?!"
"But..Sir Favris..." "That is LORD Favris to you, wench..do you realize you just cost me an entire fortune for that bottle! I should have you killed" Minva stood at that point, holding the length of her dress in her arms and backed away slowly. Fear was present in her..her voice, trembling..quivering. "P..please, Lord Favris..surely, there's other ways to make up for this! You did, afterall..just win thousands of gold pieces in that card game! You could easily buy another bottle!"
Favris held his hand out, the fingers spread..magic, flames of pure magic..began to crackle at his fingertips. "I told you that bottle was rare..the Elves of the Misty Mountains don't just trade their wine at a bazaar, you foolish wench! Besides..your punishment will be to carry the scars of the flames, to remind you of this foolish audacity!"
Behind him..the bushes stirred..and as he turned, his sight..dimmed from the moonlight scantilly touching the area..saw nothing. But..a flash of lightning..as well as the flick of a match..and there, leaning against a tree..was a mysterious figure, draped in a trench coat and tipped hat. The match light a pipe, from which pearly gray smoke erupted.
"Who..who are you?" Favris asked with a hint of nervousness..however, that soon dissapated. "It doesn't matter...this whore cost me thousands of gold for my bottle of expensive elven wine. Were she a slave, I'd have her killed..however, I'm only going to lightly burn her for her transgression"
Smoke from the pipe rose upwards towards the figures face..which, lifted upwards only alittle. The embers in the pipe blazed upwards..giving a small peek at the figures face. Favris could've sworn the man had dual colored eyes..black and red..and a devilish smirk riddled along his lips. The figures hands went into his pockets, and only shrugged. "Don' bothah me, really..howevah..der one ting I come out here fo'..an' dat ta settle up wit' you"
Favris..would merely look stupified at the figure, who began inching his way closer towards him. Taking several steps back..Favris felt cornered..however, the wench had made a mad dash into the thicket.
"Settle up? What do you mean? And your intervention just let that wench escape! Who are you..and how can you justify interfering in a nobles business?"
The figure made his way up towards the man, and even swatted the magic infused hand away. However..the figure didn't stop infront of Favris..instead, he kept walking past the man. Only when a few feet away from Favris, did Favris gulp softly and look over his shoulder, stupified.
"Funny how da cards you had in dat game..you had t'ree fools an' da vagabond" Favris said nothing, only continued to stare with sorrowful, wide eyes.."What so funny 'bout dat..is dat dere only four fools in da deck..an' I had two o' dem in meh hand, as well as the bishop"
Something began to glow on Favris..his upper left arm, right on the shoulder. A rune..no..a sort of glyph or something..whatever it was, it was glinting brilliantly.
"Dat da second time anyone cheat me, Favris..an' just like da othah one found out..." BOOM!..a semi-loud explosion pulsed through the silent night air..birds, squaking loudly and flying up from the trees, making a mad attempt at escape from the horrible sound. Smoke rose from the source of the explosion..and when the dust settled..Favris, stood there with tears streaming down his face and cheek..the left arm, completely blown off from the explosion...blood, cascading onto the ground like a crimson waterfall.."I don' like being cheated. Now..I tink I help myself ta dat bounty on you..as well as da gold you cheated me out of" Moving up to the falling Favris, the figure would snatch his other arm, grabbed by the wrist..and yank hard. Blood flew again as the arm was ripped off, and then a kick sent the man sprawling backwards onto the alter, where he slumped and breathed heavily.
The next few moments...the figure, having disappeared into the bushes..and Favris was crying in utter agony and terror. However..the blood..seeped onto the pedastal..and it, in turn..began to glow evermore with it vibrant pulses of light. The changes though..much faster then before..and underneath the earth, that pedastals 'roots'..formed an intricate 'branch' of lines, filling out a large chamber, with a coffin within. The blood flowed into the coffin..and the one within, now drowning within a sea of that very blood..began to move.
"Curse..you..." came from Favris..who was now sprawled on the ground, screaming out in sheer horror over his situation. However..the lights suddenly stopped..their flickering, halted..only to become an amalgam of the various colors. The hands of the pedastal..the fingers..they began to move, spindly movements that seemed to work like a puppeteer working the strings of a marionette. The middle of the pedastal opened..a brilliant bloodred light beaming through that opening..and soon, a coffin of blackest black lined red lace..came from the ground. It opened..and a torrential sea of blood poured out like a tidal wave from within..as well as a figure, which fell to the ground.
"Blessed Goddess of Coin..." Favris muttered out in pain..and as he watched, that figure stirred. Lifting its head up..Favris saw a young looking man..crimson red hair..and multi-colored eyes, sparkling like gemstones.
"No..I'm afraid not" the man stated in a dry tone of voice..and as he stood, naked and uncaring..he would look down to Favris with an even more dry facial expression. "However...I call you..saviour...because it was your blood that awoken me after so long a slumber. My wounds..have healed..and thanks to you, I live again"
Favris began to levitate off the ground..his breathing evermore quickened..he was, for all intensive purpose..at deaths door from blood loss. "And to repay your kindess..I will end your suffering..quickly..."
Screams filled the night..screams that seemed harmonious with strokes of lightning and thunder..as wolves howled, and at exactly midnight on that cold, rainy night...all clocks, chimed not twelve..but thirteen..and blood, began to pour from the hour and minute hands. Ashleigh Van Carter...had awoken...