Veronika Sunain
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Post by Veronika Sunain on Sept 14, 2015 16:21:26 GMT -6
“Come on”, the girl shouts as she walks around the woods, cursing to herself for being so stupid …”Thank you very much, Very, now you are lost and it’s going to be dark soon..” looking around she sees nothing but trees, even the gloves weren’t able to stop her hand of bleeding. In the distance was possible to see that the sunlight had already gone, hiding behind some mountain, it was getting dark and the cold wind starting to blow. The forest became wet and cold. She wears a long cap and slowly covers her long hair with the hood. Red lips become purple as she searches for a shelter. She was scared to death. What if an animal tracks her she will not be able to kill it. She has no ability and she is so tired she probably will not run. Placing her hand on belt, she feels the knife she has since she was 17, Tracius, after she complained a lot, gave it to her. She had injured some bad men along the way, some who have tried to hurt her, but kill a wild animal with that knife would be impossible. As she keeps walking she notices there are people talking, something like a low music playing mixing with bows and goblets tinkling…Very approaches as she feels the strong smell of meat on fire, men laughing. Very hides behind a tree, being careful they are not able to see her. She closes her eyes and feels the sound of the heart beating strong, so strong that seemed possible to hear it from a distance as well her stomach ... with the delicious smell that invades her nose, now it is aching. Covering even more her black hair and her face she peeks through the trees ... watching the movements. Bearded and dirty men laughing while some girls dance around the campfire…where half deer is cooking. The scent of that meat coming like a spear in her stomach so empty. Very puts her hand around the knife, wondering exactly what she would do, but, she was so afraid, she has no idea how she was alive so far. The desire to find her Clan keeps her alive probably. Veronika is stubborn, knows how to run and is intelligent enough to hide, but that’s all. She has been working in many taverns for food and a place to sleep on her way, but being a woman and being alone does not help much. Now after escaping the hundredth time there she is in the woods, alone, with no money and probably in trouble. A man approaches the glade at the same moment she steps in a dry twig ... The man stops and looks whence it comes. She holds her breath, turning carefully behind the tree hiding, covering herself , now the forest is dark already and the full moon starts to show, bit it is in vain:
"Well, well, well ... what we have here" ... the voice was thick, hoarse, the man is drunk for sure ... all blood from her body freeze ... "A little bunny or another deer for our dinner, and well, this meat must be more fresh" the man inhales as he was a predator ... "Hey guys! Come here, look what I found, a jewel.” The man laughs…
As he turns to scream she gets up and runs, but clumsy she stumbles into the fabric of her own cap and falls, gets up again while the other men approach the glade... Very runs, tripping over branches and roots, after some time a strong hand pulls the hood and she falls on her back, she looks scary but the pack is already grouped around her... closes her eyes while one of them screams .. "Awww, the dessert guys" ... the men laugh and she is captured. One man pulls her over his shoulder laughing and tosses her near the fire, angry tears fall, her dark green eyes sparking, she tries to get up and run again but another one pulls her back once again. She looks around trying to recognize some of those faces ... they were all dirty, bearded, laughing… Another man pulls her by her hair and ties her hand on a dry trunk. Another pulls her up, the tattoo appears, and they look at each other and laugh, "More interesting than we think, I remember I’d seen something like this …but where?” A man kicks her feet and she falls on her knees... "What's your name girl? Were you spying on us? Where are the others? Who are ya?" They scream all at the same time, lots of questions, she says nothing and the man slaps her face ... "Speak!" She closes her eyes and then another slaps her face again, picking up exactly on her lips, she looks into his eyes and licks the corner of her lips, now tasting blood, gives a slight smile. ”They will be here soon", she lies, but well, she has no idea what these men are going to do to her anyway... another slap ... as she faints.
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Post by Tracius Sunain on Sept 16, 2015 13:11:49 GMT -6
A dark grey-clothed figure moved between the trees of the forest. Though the air was not yet cold, it was approaching it swiftly. The front of the male's cloak was pulled tight in front of him, though he left his hood down, revealing the blonde hair and gently up-swept pointed ears that bespoke his mixed heritage of elven and human bloodlines. Sharp as the wind that waved those short blond locks, his green eyes darted amongst the trees. He'd heard shouted words, had sensed the presence of humans through the absence of natural wildlife, and was thus on his guard.
He got closer to the shouting, pulling his hood up over his head, whispering the command word that activated the cloak's invisibility enchantment. Halting beside a tree, he struggled to restrain the shock as he heard Very's voice. Anger swiftly replaced the shock when he saw her struck down, resolving that these brutish examples of "civilized" humanity would not survive the encounter.
He stepped forth, no longer taking care that his footsteps made no noise. In fact, he intentionally made as much noise as possible as he strode toward where Very lay on the forest floor. He stood over her, at her feet, then swept the cloak open, revealing himself to the surprised men's eyes. "She did warn you that someone would come soon," he said coldly, green eyes flashing like flints of polished malachite as he flicked them over each of the men surrounding them, fixing them in his mind's eye.
Tracius then lifted up the front of the simple homespun that served as his shirt, revealing the bloody rose tattooed on his abdomen. He allowed the fingers of his left hand to drift their tips across the mark, the embedded ink seeming to glow in response. The energy coalesced in the tattoo's center, then made the short jump to his fingers as he took his hand away, letting the shirt drop again. His right hand moved inward to the glowing one, shaped as though to grab something. He lowered both of his hands to his left side, then moved his right one as though drawing a weapon. The men's jaws would drop, seeing that he had indeed drawn a sword from the energy surrounding his left hand. The said energy formed itself into a weapon called the "Heaven's Reaver", due to the successful merging of the Sunain Clan's signature magical energy weapon, the Soul Reaver, and a physical one of his own, the "Heaven's Light Sword".
He smirked, eyeing the men, making a motion with the sword as though inviting them to attack.
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Post by kenryo on Sept 16, 2015 16:37:00 GMT -6
(Hart Sunain)
Days had past since he ventured into the woods from the grisly scene left behind at the tavern. Roaming the woods, he had no real plan just aimlessly walking. After the third night hit, his keen hearing picked up on something in the distance. He couldn't make it out completely... simply knowing it was the soft voice of a woman and several men who's voices were easier to make out. The closer he got, the final words spoken by Very instantly snapped him into attack mode. It was fate that had brought his clan sister back to him.
Sprinting up the side of a tree, he began a full dash threw the treetops in her direction. The trees cracked and snapped under his hard leaps. Though once he got within about half a mile he slowed pace, and approached with caution. Once he got closer he saw his sister bound by several lesser members of the human race. His faced filled with rage, these men dare touch one of his... now they will suffer. As he was about to leap into action he saw out of the corner his brother, Tracius... "This truly is my night, my family is back.." Was all that he could think... it's all that mattered to him right now. As Tracius called them to arms and distracted them, he quietly moved threw the tree tops.
With his ability to be quiet and delicate at most they'd hear what sounded like a squirrel above them. Getting into position above Very, he knew his brother could handle himself. But now they'd be caught, in between two men who have killed for far less. But to get to Very they'd have to get threw him. Drawing his blade, he dropped out of the trees right in front of his sister. With a quick snap of his wrists he readied his blade and let out blood lust filled growl.
Looking back for a moment to see the blood on her lip, he looked back to the men... "We loved her face the way it was..." He then looked to Tracius and nodded. "For every drop that left her lip, is a time I will find you in the afterlife and kill you again..." He waited for his brother's move... Ready to back him to the very end...
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Veronika Sunain
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Post by Veronika Sunain on Sept 16, 2015 20:08:00 GMT -6
She blinks as her eyes slowly open, her body is sore and she blinks as she hears His voice whispering "Tracius" Lifting her eyes as she sees Him...and then the magic, she smiles gently...how handsome her family's guy are...and how strong....Slowly she tries to stand , moaning as her body aches, "Damn..." She licks her lips again, feeling it pulsing as she realizes she was hurt, her knees for sure were bleeding even it wasn't possible to see because of her clothes...her hands were tied back against the trunk...and were hurting as well...Why was she human? Why she was not just like him. She tried stand but she falls again on her knees..."Tracius" she calls him lower than before...."You are here "..she looks up at him, as she does, suddenly another one appears in front of her...she screams "TRACIUS" she didn't recognize the man, it was Hart, but back there they weren't close, and right now, she does not have any condition to remember her brothers. As an instinct she screams again and shrinks, "Please don't...please" when the man talks again about her face, she realizes he was one of her brothers... she looks at them again, first Hart, then Tracius and sighs thinking that after so long she was safe. Hart was talking to Tracius, but she was so confuse. She decides to place herself against the trunk. She closes her eyes and slowly tears falls down over her face in gratitude, tonight at least she is not going to be the "dessert...
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Post by Tracius Sunain on Sept 16, 2015 20:33:41 GMT -6
Tracius' green eyes flashed at hearing the pain in Very's voice. "Easy, little one," he murmured to her, then turned his full attention to the men surrounding them. "You cretins do not deserve the mercy of a quick death," he said as he dismissed the energy that formed his Heaven's Reaver. Instead, he uttered a command word that activated a simple spell, sending small, yet powerful, missiles of pure magical energy streaking out from the tips of each of his fingers, ten in all. Half focused on the man closest to him, the rest screaming toward the next closest.
Without waiting to see the results, he followed up his magical assault by kicking a cloud of leaves, dirt, and mulch into the air around him and Very, enough that it should hinder any return attack the other men could launch. He then dropped to his knees next to Very, one hand pulling her away from the tree, the other pulling out a dagger and cutting her free of the bonds tied to her wrists. He trusted Hart to put an end to the other men, or at least discomfit them long enough for the Clan's leader to get their sister to safety.
That last portion, he accomplished by simply placing a ring on her finger, then gave it a twist, uttering "Silver path, home chambers," while keeping his hands off of her as she disappeared. Once conscious, she would find herself back at Sunain Keep, in Tracius' own bedroom in fact. There, she should find the cord hanging from the ceiling that called one of the (admittedly very few) non-Clan-member servitors. They would be able to see to her needs then....
In the meantime, Tracius meant to see to it that these..."men" would suffer greatly for their mistreatment of Veronika. He knew those magic missiles would not have killed the men, they simply lacked the power to do so, but they would definitely be hurting from the impacts. That, and whatever Hart had done to them thus far...
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Post by kenryo on Sept 16, 2015 20:52:28 GMT -6
(Hart Sunain)
Watching as his brother began his attack, his focus went to the man also closest to him. With a quick violent lash he nearly decapitated the man. As the other closed in too respond Hart shot out a kick to the man's knee. The blow would've been enough to collapse his knee, but the large spikes driving in tore threw whatever ligament or tendons might have still been there for support.
Drawing the leg back, he spun delivering the heel upon the man's temple dropping him in his tracks. "Your suffering isn't done yet." As he walked past to the two men his brother had incapacitated he drove the same spikes into the man's groin.
Walking to the two men who were down, he pulled rope from beneath his cloak. Tying the men's legs together, he threw the other end over a branch that was overhead. He then lifted both men one a time around six feet off the ground. These men were obviously allowed to live by Tracius, if only to suffer more. He would gift them to his clan leader as such.
Around this time the now "junkless" man began to stir and squeal. Moving to him, he lowed his sword to his throat... "Now, what to do with you." He looked him up and down for a moment... "You are not worth a clean death. He brought his blade into the man's gut. Deep, but not enough to cut threw. "You will suffer for hours, as your shit pollutes your body... fever, pains you will feel the fear you past onto my sister... and then you will die." He then drew the blade out. Walking to the fire he drew a burning log and placed it on the wound. cauterizing it. "But no worries, your death shall not be from bleeding out." He then put the same scorched log into his genitals stopping most of the man's bleeding. "Enjoy your suffering dog.." And with that he let a thunderous kick to the side of the man's head. Shutting him up at least for now...
He then sat by the fire, eating whatever meat they were preparing on the fire... they wouldn't need it..
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Veronika Sunain
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Post by Veronika Sunain on Sept 16, 2015 21:13:37 GMT -6
Feeling tired, all she can think is to be in his arms again, being protected again, feeling the muscles of that powerful man around her, so protective. She was safe now. Better than that, she also reunited Hart. Tracius is now close to her, releases her and places a ring on her finger, at same time she reaches her hand out to touch his face but it goes dark and he disappears. Veronika was always a vain girl and feels sad to review her brothers being so ugly, her clothes torn, dirty and worse than that with a bruised face. Now he was not going to like her… she suddenly opens her eyes, heart beating fast in her chest. She remembers that she was in the woods, wasn’t she? What is going on? What place is …she stops thinking …and looks around…she stands …”It can’t be….” She says lowly…”It’s not possible”, She stands and walks around that room, long time ago she wasn’t allowed to be there, he didn’t let her even get closer to the door…and now what is she doing there? Where is he? “Tracius?” …”Are you here? Hart?” She stops and looks at herself in the mirror, she was a mess, she takes the gloves of and sighs, her wrists were dark…” So it wasn’t a dream, it really happened” She runs over the door, but it was locked…she hits it …”Tracius…Why am I here? Am I dreaming? Hart?” she is now punching the door, kicking it…”Please, where are my brothers?” She was really out of control and the door opens, a huge and weird man enters and hold her wrists, even them were burning she was so out control she didn’t stop. The man was talking to her in a language she didn’t understand…”Where is he?” “Am I alone again? Is it a joke, right?” after a long time she was so tired she surrenders and stop moving, whatever was happening it would be worse if she acted like that…The man nods, still talking in a low and sweet voice, she only observes his lips. A woman now enters the bedroom, giving the man a goblet, slowly she places over her lips and she drinks it, she falls inside the man arms…and the last words she whispers were…”Hart…Tracius…please…”. She falls asleep and the man takes her to another chamber, and then the woman starts to clean her. After that, the man comes in again, taking Very into his arms and placing her over Tracius’s bed. She was now ready to meet them again.
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Post by Tracius Sunain on Sept 16, 2015 21:55:10 GMT -6
Tracius reached over to one of the men hanging from the tree, slapping him sharply in the face until he brought him fully to consciousness. "One thing I've learned from both my Clan member, Malachi, and from the war against Ludious," he said ominously, "is the fine art of torture. Tell me if I have learned it rightly, won't you?"
With that, he reached into the pouch hanging at his side, retrieving from it a vial filled with a light blue liquid. He unstoppered it, then reached for the second hanging man, the one still somewhat unconscious. Gripping the man's dirty hair, he turned and twisted the man upward into a grotesque mockery of a semi-upright position, then poured a few drops of the healing potion down his throat. Not enough to heal him completely of his wounds, but enough to bring him back around and feel somewhat stronger. He repeated the process with the other two, gesturing for Hart to watch over them. Once they'd regained an awareness of their surroundings, he ordered them to lay on their bellies, despite their still-obviously painful and gaping wounds.
(OOC: they wouldn't be healed from Hart's attacks, just given a just enough to bring them around, give 'em a little energy)
As they did so, he turned back to the hanging duo, restoppering the vial and putting it away before pulling out a dagger. Stepping behind the first of the men he'd forced the potion into, he placed the razor edge of the blade against the man's back, just atop the spine, a bare inch above his waist. Gripping the man's leg tightly with his free hand, he quickly drew the blade along the human's spine, slicing through the man's shirt, flesh, and muscle with ease. The cut was so swift that the man had not yet begun to scream before the first drops of blood hit the loam on the forest floor. Ignoring the man's screams, as well as his companions' begging for mercy, he made horizontal slits across the man's waist and shoulders, cutting a large "I" in his flesh.
Putting the dagger away, he then pulled the two flaps of skin apart, opening them to expose the man's ribs and spine. The magic of the potion was still strong enough in his body to keep him from passing out or dying, but that wouldn't last. Reaching in, Tracius smirked at the hanging man as he took a grip at top and bottom, then twisted and yanked until he pulled his victim's spine out whole, a few ribs coming out with it.
As the man twitched into the realm of death, Tracius then spun around on his heel, then smashed the spine through the back of one of the men still lying on the ground, impaling him through the heart and spearing him to the ground. As the second man started to rise, Tracius then drew his dagger again, this time reaching for back of the man's head, pulling him cruelly until he was nearly bent double backwards. With moves just as quick as before, he slit an inverted T-shape in the man's throat, then dropped the blade as his hand went into the wound. He groped his fingers about for a moment, then gripped and yanked.
He turned toward the still-living man that had watched, horrified, from his upside-down hanging position. In Tracius' hand dripped the bloody tongue he'd removed from the last of the brigands' throat. He shoved it into the other man's mouth, then set about untying him from the tree, letting him fall none-too-gently onto the hard ground. Roughly, he pulled the man upright, then growled, "Leave. Inform the world at large that the Sunain are back. We will not harm any who do not cross us, unless we're paid to. We weren't paid for this. This....was pleasure."
"Go."
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Post by kenryo on Sept 16, 2015 22:08:54 GMT -6
(Hart sunain)
He finished shoving the random food down his throat from these savages. He watched intently as his brother did his worst with the filth that had touched one of their own. As he brother reached the end of his point, he stood and approached him.
As he drew near, he simply dropped to one knee and hung his head in shame. "My brother, my leader I'm sorry" Tear's welled up in his eyes for the first time in years. He sunk his head not bearing to look upon him. "I wasn't there in the time of the need of our family. When the keep was under attack I wasn't there to help fight. It is a shame I have carried all these years." By this point the tears had begun to poor like water from a faucet.
He then dropped upon all fours before him, displaying the ultimate act of submission. "I merely beg your forgiveness in my absence in your most trying hour." A stiff breathe to try and contain himself was all he could muster to try and make what he was saying easy to understand. "In that moment, I have always felt myself a failure... one I will never allow myself to be to my family again. I should've stayed close." In the moment, his fate was in his leader's hand. He carried the burden of failure all this time, and now his family was before him. Ready to accept from them whatever fate they wished... "I thought you were all dead because of my absence, I offer myself as tribute for my failures..."
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Veronika Sunain
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Post by Veronika Sunain on Sept 16, 2015 22:24:51 GMT -6
And then she wakes again, she feels like she had slept more in these few hours than she had when she was alone. She turns to the window and realizes it is day again, she thinks about her brothers out there, and the way faith reunited them. She sighs and gets up, almost falling down as she realizes she was wearing a dress, rolling her eyes she walks over to the mirror again. "I can't believe that woman thought I am a girl who likes dresses"...She thinks for a moment and slowly she walks to the door, she smiles as she realizes it is open, slowly she walks outside , smiles even more seeing that Home didn't change a thing. Feeling really happy Very runs over the stairs and up over to the place once was called her chamber. She stops for a moment, now it was silent and dark..slowly she approches to the door and opens it. She raises a brow as she sees there is nothing else there but empty space...
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Post by Tracius Sunain on Sept 16, 2015 22:29:20 GMT -6
As Hart went down in front of him, Tracius' eyes narrowed. "Get up," he growled, obviously still in the throes of anger.
"Where is your pride?" he asked. "Obviously, you misplaced it when you ran away....NO!" He turned away, holding up a hand toward Hart, indicating to give him a moment. He took several deep breaths, then turned back, apparently once more back in control of himself. "My apologies, my brother," he said evenly. "Your servile attitude, following so close behind my...'episode'...angered me nearly beyond control. Rise and come with me, I will explain once we've checked on our dear sister."
With that, he turned completely away, then muttered the words and made the gestures that pulled on the Weave and opened a portal in front of him. He stepped through, appearing in the Keep, just inside his chambers. Seeing that Very had left the room, he opened the door quietly, feeling confident that Hart would follow behind him before the gate spell expired...
He had much to explain to his family. Wanting to have as many members of the Clan present as possible, he reached his right hand to the ankh hanging around his neck, pulling its chain up and over his head, then pressed it against the tattoo on his abdomen. This would act as a "call" to all members of the Clan still alive, the tattoos in their own flesh seeming to come alive, causing their skin to "crawl", though nothing of the kind was actually happening. They would interpret this as a summons to return home, able to orient on the proper direction by the strength of the effect.
In the meantime, he would explain his problem first to two of the most junior members of the Clan. It would give him enough practice to be able to admit to his weakness in front of the more senior members.
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Post by kenryo on Sept 16, 2015 22:36:41 GMT -6
(Hart Sunain)
He heard his words... "Run away" He never ment too, followed with a sudden change in approach he knew full well that maybe the events of the afternoon could've played heavily into his mood. As he was told to stand, he did. Watching as his brother opened the way to the Sunain Keep, he simply said "I'll follow you into hell this time brother" As he watched him clear the portal.
Once he did, Hart followed thru without hesitation. Upon the other side, a large smile cleared his face. It had been a long time since he had seen the inside of the keep he once called home. He almost felt like a kid on Christmas again, happiness was all he felt while within these walls. He looked around to see signs on Very, knowing she was probably around causing some level of mischief and in his heart, he'd have it no other way.
He looked to his brother again... "Tracius, it has been far to long..." For the first time in years, he allowed most of his guard to be let down. He was finally home with family...
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Veronika Sunain
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Post by Veronika Sunain on Sept 16, 2015 22:53:33 GMT -6
She slams the door, and then as she turns away she screams, the man was there again, "You scared me, don't do that. Standing here behind me as a plant, you should say something so I would know you were here", she was really pissed, wearing a dress, that man following her all around, her brothers away. She runs downstairs again and opens the door. She freezes, at first she sees Hart...and then Tracius. Since she has no way with her words and like a stubborn child she places her hands on her waist.."Where were you ? That was not nice you know, sending me here". The man opens the door and walks in and then goes down on his knees bowing to Tracius saying something she is not able to understand.."This man follows me all the time and I can't understand what he is saying.." she folds her arms as she looks at Tracius.."Why am I wearing a dress?" she rolls her eyes and then she looks at Hart.."Are you able to understand what this creature is saying?" Well, not even a thank you, a miss you ...anything. That for sure would bring a little problem to her as always...
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Post by Tracius Sunain on Sept 16, 2015 23:25:56 GMT -6
A slight smile crossed his features as Tracius led the way to a sitting room, giving a softly murmured order to the servitor as he passed, careful to keep his bloodied hands hidden by his cloak. "Yes," he answered Very's question. "He's speaking the local tongue. Romanian, I believe it is known as." Once in the sitting room, he nods his head at two of the chairs, indicating Very and Hart should sit, while he remained standing. Once the servitor returned, he turned his back to Very, taking the wet towel the man offered, and wiped his hands clean with it, returning the now-bloody length of cloth to the man.
He then stood there for a moment, head bowed in thought. Then, with a sigh, he turned back to them again. "First off, Hart...and Veronika...I must say that it was very fortuitous that both of you were away from Keep when the war 'came home to us', so to speak. Neither of you would have survived. I didn't survive. I was brought back, however, by the sacrifice Shakaar Galeed...a name the two of you should remember quite well...had made. He gave his own life to give back life to all who had died during the war, at least to those whose bodies were still intact."
As he spoke, he moved toward one of the other chairs. Turning, he sat - no, more like slumped into it. "I apologize again, brother, for my treatment of you back in the woods. I actually am glad you both survived. The reason I went off like that is..." he broke off with another sigh.
He sat in silence for a moment, head hanging, his wrists resting on his knees, then continued, "As may or not be known, I practice something known as Wild Magic, as well as normal spells. Ever since my...return, the usage of Wild Magic has steadily reduced my sanity, reducing me to a more brutish, almost thug-like, state. When sufficiently angered, well, Hart saw the results. I lose all sense of self, though not my intellect."
He raised his eyes, a haunted look in them. "This was not the worst episode thus far. There was one time, in a tavern...I used my magics to cause the patrons to think themselves thirsting to death. They drank every drop there was in the building, then ran out into the streets, nearly inhaling the contents of the water troughs they encountered. Many drowned then. The rest...they drowned as they attempted to drink dry a nearby pond. It was only a handful of men that had angered me, no more than ten of them, but they had surrounded me, grappling me and holding me still after I'd killed two of their number. They began to beat me...and that's when I surrendered to the anger boiling inside. It was not only the men that attacked me that died that night. There were innocent men there, too. And women. And......children..." He broke off, his throat closing in a choke that threatened to break him down in tears. Pain was plainly written in his face. "I did not intend for the magic to go so far, but the spell I used was a Wild one, and my anger extended its power and scope far beyond my usual limits."
Taking a steadying breath, he added, "I have become a danger. If nothing can be done for me, I must find a successor. That is why I summoned the others home."
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Post by kenryo on Sept 16, 2015 23:42:12 GMT -6
(Hart sunain)
He sat as requested, patiently listening to all the words Tracius spoke. He heard the tale of fallen enemies... "Dear brother, we have all fallen on desperate times... many have had to die so the Sunain clan may live on. Do you really believe in the situation you were in anything else would've sufficed? You could've sparred many and it only would've brought further attention to who we are." He shook his head, no in disappointment, but in understanding to his brother's feelings.
Going to him and placing his hand on his shoulder, he knelt infront of him. "Brother, I have had to kill many... almost weekly for the aftermath of what we had to do during the wars." He then looked to Very..." And my friend, and leader... no one is more fit to lead us, even in your current state. Should you find a time fitting a successor that would be one thing. But now we rely on your experience, and guidance to get us threw these troubling times ahead."
Standing back up he turned to Very.."And you my dear, are as must trouble as you've always been... and I would have it no other way." Returning to his chair, he propped his feet up on the table infront of him. "Brother this isn't a time of change in this clan, it is one where th elder has done enough, to sit back and command from a distance. Whatever you need, I shall back thee... But in this time the last thing we need is a power change. We need the guidance of the elder. Our friend, and mentor... you." He looked down to his blade, that he now began to clean with a small cloth...
Half way thru, he looked back to Tracius... "We are all good at what we do... we are assassins.. we kill, we hunt. We are the predators of our time. But the one thing we are not, is leaders. The one thing I could never be is the constant you have been to us all. If you are having issues from the war I will make it my life's work to assist you in anyway I can." As the blade became clean he re sheathed it then placed the blade on the table infront of him.
He looked Tracius dead in the eyes, almost to tell him without words "you brought us here, you joined us... The strength that binds us it yours..." He looked to Very.. "My dear, you above all other must learn our ways." He let in a deep breathe before exhaling. "I know violence is not your path, but defending yourself against the scum of this earth has to be a talent learned by all of us." He then looked back at Tracius... "Dear brother, leader to us all... simply command, and I shall follow. Rest, and find ease for once, and allow me to help with this burden." He couldn't be more serious, he finally had a grand portion of his family back, and he wouldn't let it go without a fight. No succession, or passing would allow him to pass on the love he felt for all Sunain's... whether extended or otherwise..
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