#Nivendi'en
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Unfitting End
~20.04.2020
Finale of Vengeance Incarnate. (Parts 2 and 3 here.)
Alaroth Sunstorm- no, Voidstorm - stumbles backwards after she takes her hand away. It is not enough that he has delivered Starflare to them and that she has just confirmed through forcing her way into his head that everything he said was true. It is not enough that Illethiann has stormed off to his refuge, telling her to deal with it. None of it is enough for what happened to Nivendi’en.
“Go find your brother.” Nothing else needs to be said. Rei’ann knew Alaroth before he allegedly died. She offered refuge to the identical twin of Vellidan Sunstorm, when he needed it, having had no idea that he was alive until it happened. He brought the criminal to justice, and therefore deserves to go to his own family.
They are underground, in the hidden chamber where she kept Sylvarys Sunglance confined years ago, in order to guide him back to sanity. An anti-magic field surrounds the half of the room where he used to live. Where Irai’el Starflare now stands, released from the imprisonment of the void elf warlock who is rapidly leaving the chamber.
Rei’ann remembers her. Former fiancée to her deceased and now missing son, Irai’el’s skin, hair and eyes are irreversibly altered by the void. These are the only changes, for the young woman is otherwise exactly as she used to be, with her calm, dispassionate manner, hands clasped before her lap, as if she is waiting to be summoned. Her now pearlescent eyes are downcast. There is no tension in her posture. Rei’ann recalls the brief catch-up she had with Priestess Nightwhisper a while back, when Dorielle told her about her own encounter with Starflare. The things that were relayed were disturbing, but what she heard made sense as a possible motive for what Irai’el did.
“Why?” Her usually husky voice cracks from the cries of rage and grief. Her throat is sore, as are her eyes. Never in her lifetime has she ever lost control of herself in this manner. Her grandfather and father would have strung her up and whipped her if they were still alive, giving no sympathy to the fact that she lost her flesh and blood. Her Star. Her Light. Her first-born child.
Irai’el is unmoved. Her calm appears to be a reflection of an acceptance of her fate. A flare of rage overcomes the numbness as Rei’ann steps towards the invisible barrier that separates them, jaw clenched and fists tightened. She wants to hear it from Irai’el herself.
“Why?”
There is the most miniscule of cants as Irai’el raises her head, finally meeting Rei’ann’s eyes with her own. Again, the impeccable calm. A demeanour fitting for a priestess. Of good stock. Perfection: what her own grandfather wanted from her but was never happy with.
“I believe you know why, my Lady.”
My Lady. How dare she? After what she did? Rei’ann would have sent an ice lance through her throat if she had less self control at this point. But she knows and recognises the tools Irai’el is using. The more Irai’el unnerves her, the more she shows that she has won.
“Is this about the Everbough case? What you had to do? What Magister Sin’oriel ordered later? He held my old position while I was out of action on Argus! I was not the one responsible!” Regardless, her hoarse voice is raised in protest. “He removed all evidence of your involvement. I didn’t even know you were in any way tied to it until Dorielle Nightwhisper told me!”
“Liar.” Even the tone of voice has not changed. Irai’el’s voice is husky too, but only because of the alto timbre spoken barely above a whisper, as Rei’ann remembers.
“Sin’oriel is dead, Irai’el. He was transferred out to the frontlines on the Broken Shore when I was deemed fit to resume my former post. There is nothing on Everbough except for one single case file, and every agent involved in it has gone with him.”
“Because of you.”
Rei’ann stares. “What?”
“You had to conceal the mess-up. You had to get rid of me. I was involved only because I was in the Sun’s Fury. Lyzande Fairdusk let me witness what he was creating. And then I was suddenly transferred to work as Inquisitor under Everbough. I barely joined the Thori’Belore missions, because I was unwittingly already undercover. It would have been a mark on your pristine track record if you were shown to have used me, an untrained agent, for your own purposes in the Spire. And when Nivendi’en chose Taryane, there was no more use for me, so you did what you had to do.”
Of all the conspiracy theories she has ever heard, of all the complicated intrigue she had to deal with in her position in the Spire, Rei’ann had never had such accusations brought against herself.
“No, Irai’el.” Her voice trembles from the effort to keep her anger controlled. “I did not get involved with the Sun’s Fury until Magistrix Windblaze was out of commission. After that, I was thought dead on Argus. I was technically dead on Argus. I would never involve you in anything that would put you at risk. Nivendi’en was going to marry you! You were to become my own daughter!”
“Nivendi’en.” Irai’el lifts her chin up. “And Irelia Sunglance, and her husband Sylvarys Sunglance-”
Rei’ann frowns deeply. What have the Sunglances to do with this?
“- are the worst kind of rats that are bred out of your household.”
Rei’ann stares, lips parted, as Irai’el tells her of how Sylvarys found her in the field, and offered her his protection and his staff in apparent pity. How Irelia and Nivendi’en later attacked her to take the soul fragment of Illethiann’s that was needed to trace him in the Twisting Nether, thereby negating Sylvarys’ promise. How Nivendi’en spat on her and backhanded her, accusing her of being a traitor. After Irai’el did the noble thing and backed out of what she always knew to be the love Nivendi’en had for his childhood best friend.
Her heart turns cold. “Is this what this is all about? You wanted revenge on Nivendi’en? He didn’t know you were scapegoated! How could he have known? I didn’t!”
Irai’el shakes her head slowly, pale and colourless under the illumination of the ambient arcane lamps. “I was only the woman he wanted to marry. I was only going to be your daughter-in-law. Funny how little trust you and your family place in people who are going to join it, isn’t it?”
She lifts her chin slightly as she peers down the length of her nose at Rei’ann now, like a Lady herself. A noblewoman of the highest caste regarding nothing less than the dirt under her foot. “So different from my own.. Did your parents ever teach you that there’s nothing more important than your own family? That everything you do must always be with them in mind? Sacrifice yourself for your blood and kin, Lady Firestar. It is the way of those who are born like we are.”
Rei’ann mutely watches Irai’el, unblinking. With each word, her heart sinks even more, unable to respond as Irai’el continues.
“I lost my own family. We served the royal court. After the Fall, I even killed my own Matriarch for turning felblood, and lost my brother in the process. I had no more family, except for the rest of us who remained. Everything I did, I did for them. I did for you.
“But you did not appreciate any of it. Not you. Not Nivendi’en, for whom I would have done anything if it meant he could be happy.”
She understands now. Rei’ann understands why. But it does not change the fact that Irai’el is wrong. Her fists tremble as it is her turn to shake her head.
“If I had known, I would have done something. I did not. I wish I could turn back time so that I could have intervened, Irai’el. If you’re angry at me because you thought I caused your suffering, direct it at me. Why Nivendi’en? Because you hate him for what he did?”
“Because if there is a fate worse than death, then it is to suffer in grief over losing those you love.” Irai’el is motionless. A living statue of alabaster and storm grey shadowed in twilight indigo, as she speaks with preternatural calm. “I know it too well.”
“It is our choices that define us, Irai’el!” Rei’ann is inches away from the barrier now. She can step in if she wants to: it is her enchantment, her spell, but she holds back still. “You have chosen to be no better than what you think Nivendi’en and I are!”
“On the contrary,” Irai’el’s lips appear to curl into a smile. Rei’ann has never seen her smile. “I am free, my Lady. Freer than I have ever been my entire life.”
She has seen it once too often. One does not need to be inflicted with whispers of the Void to turn mad, or to lose all sense and sensibility, Irai’el Starflare is not delusional from the corruption of her body and soul. She is a victim of circumstance, and she has turned down the wrong route, to the point where she can no longer be helped.
“Where is Nivendi’en.” No more questions.
Irai’el cants her head to the side. Her surprise appears genuine, which infuriates Rei’ann even more. “What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean.” Rei’an almost spits out. “His body is gone! Where did you move him?”
The void elf looks almost amused. “I have no idea what you are talking about. But it is a brilliant idea to take his corpse away. I wish I was the one who had thought of it.”
Rei’ann does not know which is worse: the fact that Irai’el genuinely appears not to know, or the fact that she is relishing in her pain.
“I am very sorry, Lady Firestar. I do not know where he is. I wish you all the best in finding him. He does deserve a funeral, as does any elf.”
And then, as if a final slap to her face, Irai’el leans forward, keeping her gaze locked onto Rei’ann’s.
“Tal’anumen no Sin’dorei, Lady Firestar.”
There is no ice lance. There is no burst of flame. There is no blast of arcane. No magic for the undeserving. There is only a fallen body. A dripping blade, and void tinted blood pouring from the clean slice across the front of Irai’el’s neck.
Judge, jury, and executioner: this is her role as Magistrix of Quel’Thalas.
But Rei’ann knows - as did Irai’el - that this will not bring Nivendi’en back.
Her sword clatters to the ground as she sobs, crumbling into a mess by the body of the void priestess.
(mentions @irelia-ad @dorylory )
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Restraint
Part 3 of Vengeance Incarnate.
(Part 2 here.)
~ 18.04.2020
The arcane flares illuminated the sky just down the beach where they lived. Eliendre glanced up with some intrigue. Was it an emergency? Would the guards deal with it? Should they go?
It was one of the things she was never told about. Vellidan did not brief her either. He himself was as detached as she was from the rest of the estate, keeping mainly only to the borders of their own home. She knew her Shan’do saw them too, as she knew that Narindiel would immediately respond. Taryane, however, was away in the city.
Eliendre would have stayed away from the source of the alarm, as she imagined Vellidan would, if not for the sudden presence of multiple armed guardians, and powerful presences of the arcane and the fel. Spellcasting leaves certain traces, and each caster has their own specific pattern when they teleport. Powerful presences made themselves known all of a sudden, and then she heard the most agonising cries. Cries of not just pain. It was as if their very lives were ripped out of those who made them.
Velldan was ahead of her before she could even spring forward. In no less than two blinks of an eye, they were both at the edge of scene, only Shan’do Sunstorm grabbed her arm, his grip tight as a vise as he spun her to face him.
“Whatever happens, do not let yourself be seen.”
He dashed forward before Eliendre could react. To what he just said. To what her spectral sight saw. To what Vellidan did next. which was to land a flying kick at Lord Illethiann Firestar towards the large tree that sheltered the famous grave of the Lord’s deceased second born daughter.
Eliendre had seen carnage of every kind, from the mass slaughter of the Scourge in the Fall, to the hellhole that was the Antoran Wastes, and everything else in between. For her, each scene was always taken in all at once, without any detail missed. It was the same here: the battlemagi and spellbreakers encircling the little area by the grave; the pale, bleeding, very dead body of Nivendi’en Firestar, son of the Lord. Remnants of void encircled his form, particularly concentrated around his head and his neck, from where a severed artery bled as if it was impaled upon an invisible spike. Narindiel with her hand raised, surrounded by fel, at none other than Alaroth Voidstorm, twin brother to Vellidan who now stood in front of the ren’dorei in a protective stance.
And Lord Firestar, angrily pushinig himself up from being kicked against the tree as his spellcasting was interrupted. While Lady Firestar cradled the body of her son, hysterically screaming at the healers, who were trying to remove the void taint in order to reverse the damage. To no avail.
Her heart turned cold. The horror of frontline battle was one thing, but the senseless murder of an innocent being in the very place where they were supposed to be the most safe, was a different kind of trauma.
None of it made any sense.
She parsed as much as she could make out from the shouting, and from what was happening before her as she kept out of sight behind a copse of trees. Illthiann accusing the twins of being traitors. Rei’ann’s crying. Narindiel’s loud interrogations. Alaroth’s protests. A name. Priestess Starflare? Vellidan defending his brother. The ground was illuminated as fire was summoned, scorching the earth. Narindiel being stopped by Vellidan, and then going towards Illethiann only to disappear before she could touch the grieving Lord. To the naked eye, she would have stepped into thin air. For Eliendre, she saw the arcane spell matrix of a rapid teleport, casted by Illethiann Firestar himself towards Narindiel.
But his was not the only one. Where the body of Nivendi’en Firestar lay, a similar matrix, with a pattern completely different from any of the spellcasters present, surrounded him, as the healers that tended to him backed away from the immense heat surrounding the area now, and Rei’ann suddenly rising to stalk towards Vellidan and Alaroth.
She wanted to say something. Someone is teleporting the body away. But Nivendi’en disappeared in the second she deliberated.
The outcry was horrific.
It all happened quickly afterward. Rei’ann shouting for which of the mages around them was the one responsible for taking Niven’dien away, to which none of them owned up, because none of them did it. Rei’ann raising her hand, as Illethiann did. Powerful spells of arcane and fel respectively, ready to launch towards her Shan’do and his brother. Vellidan’s warglaive flying to his hand, the tip of which he then aimed towards Rei’ann’s throat, while Alaroth denied knowing where Nivendi’en was.
Eliendre moved. She would not let anyone attack her mentor, her teacher. Her foster father.
But Vellidan, astute as ever, casted a sharp glance in her direction, the fel energies saturating his empty eye sockets burning in his eyeless glare.
She was not to let herself be seen. No matter what happened.
And just as quickly, Eliendre witnessed, as if time now decided to slow down, the unstable fel portal that appeared behind Alaroth. Vellidan kicking his brother backwards into it before it closed. “Get her here.” He said to Alaroth before he disappeared, as Rei’ann flicked her wrist, and a powerful lance of ice, launching as sudden and quickly as a bullet fired from a gun, flew towards the portal, striking the tree as it closed. Then, the warmage was pulled back by her husband, as the meteor of fel flew straight down upon Vellidan Sunstorm.
Her hands flew to her mouth to muffle her scream.
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She took Vellidan’s glaive after the guards roughly handled his limp, broken body, intact only because of a last split-second metamorphosis, maybe, that probably saved him. She brought it, hands shaking, to their weapons rack, where their warglaives were always stored.
She kept to the shadows, not letting herself be seen as she stood by the pillars where they shackled and hung him, a warning to those who would dare to be traitors to the house of Firestar. Eliendre wanted to let him down and bear him away. But she did not know how to, without help, without causing more harm to him by moving him.
She did not know how long she stood there before Narindiel arrived, looking with despair at what they had done to Vellidan. But, unlike Eliendre, she managed to magic away the shackles and gently hover him down. Alaroth appeared afterwards, reporting that he did find the killer and brought her to the Firestars.
Later, at Whisperwind Grove, she waited outside the old tauren druid’s cottage as Vellidan was brought inside by Narindiel and Alaroth. None of them could convince her to leave.
In silence, she kept her vigil, as her Shan’do - her father - was stabilised.
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Grief
“To walk the path of a leader, is to walk the path of a stranger. It is being a person covered in layers and layers of personalities, so that everyone thinks they understand you, while in truth, nobody does.. Except those you choose to understand you.”
Thael’rin Sunstrike, Sylvarys Farhollow; two elves well known within the Firestar estate. Both are an example of loyalty and dedication for every member in the Household. Since the passing of both Lady and Lord Firestar, they have been having daily conversations about the future of the Household. They discuss the future of the Firestar magi, both felmancer and non-felusers, the new system of training for the Knight of the Hall of Blood and the studies of Farhollow his many students.
It was during their daily meeting and stroll through the Firestar Estate, that they both saw the most interesting event. They saw, on the far edge of the estate, two elves dancing. Both Lady Rei’ann Firestar and Lord Illethiann Firestar were looking in each other’s eyes, while dancing slowly, as if the world forgot about them and they didn’t care, as they had their world in each other’s hands. Both elves looked is disbelief, both because they saw them dancing and that they has passed during the battle on Argus. Both epitome of their craft walked towards the two elves, until they saw the reason they were there. Nivendi’en Firestar was sitting on a bench, observing the illusion he created, a soft smile upon his face and happiness in his eyes. Both elves stared towards him for what seemed seconds, but in truth, were hours.
Thael’rin: “We should go, these are our Lords private matters and we have overstayed our welcome here for too long.”
Farhollow smiled faintly and nodded once. Thael’rin understood the pain within Farhollow his chest, the moment Lord Firestar died. Not everyone knew how the Archmage saw Illethiann as his son and even less knew how Illethiann saw old Farhollow as a father. They say Farhollow unleashed a flurry of arcane ice towards Argus the moment he heard, they say his rage matched that of a beserking orc. It was until little Taryane Firestar hugged his leg, that he stopped trying to reach the planet in hopeless rage with the arcane. They say it was her touch, her kindness that made Farhollow his emotions turn into that of a leader once more.
It was the moment both Elves turned to leave the young Lord to his business that a loud explosion could be heard from the location of the illusions. Nivendi’en had destroyed the illusion with an explosion of arcane fire, the very same way both his parents passed away. The expression on his face was that of anger, rage.
Nivendi’en: “WEAKLINGS!”
His voice echoed so loud even Farhollow and Sunstrike were able to hear it. Farhollow turned, to quickly rush over to his Lord, was it not for Thael’rin Sunstrike his hand on his shoulder.
Thael’rin: “We all grief in our own way, Archmage. Why would you try to stop his?”
Sylvarys turned his face towards Thael’rin: “I understand his grief, Sunstrike.. But by all means, nobody speaks about them that way, not even their own son!”
Thael’in would remove his hand from his shoulder and nod once, slowly turning around to leave the archmage to do that what he thought was right: “Go lecture him then. Tell him like everyone else how they were heroes, how they saved those elves and killed the Dreadlord. Tell him that what they did was right and that they are death for a good cause. But before you do.. think how you would react when they told you the same about my sister. Imagine how you would feel, Archmage. Don’t you think the young Lord cares not for what they did or who they saved? He didn’t need them to be heroes, Sylvarys.. He needed them to be parents.”
It was the moment Thael’rin his speech ended that Farhollow lowered his head. The Knight-Champion bowed his head in respect and slowly walked further, while Farhollow walked towards Nivendi’en and simply embraced him and stayed there, for as long as his young Lord needed him to be.
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The next few days were a rare sight both within the Spire and Estate. It seemed Nivendi’en Firestar was never alone the last few days. Every meeting, every training session, every ball or special occasion his number one was at his side. It seemed she made him happy, just like she did with both Lord and Lady Firestar. Taryane Firestar was his happiness. Everywhere she went the doors were open, everyone in the estate knew her and she knew everyone in the estate. Even the most grumpy felmancer, the most vain elf smiled and welcomed her with open arms. She truly, is -the- Firestar.
“Sometimes, what we want most, is there beside us.. But because of what others make us think we want, we oversee this. Always look to your left and right, it is there that it might be hidden.”
Nivendi’en Firestar smiled towards his little sister, as he made her levitate over the fountain within the estate, making her giggle, like only someone so pure-hearted and innocent as she can.
“One day, the rise of a Firestar will come.. she will grow and be loved.. It will lead and be followed.. Not because she want too, but because she has too and they need her too.”
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Story - The Indeterminate Continuance
I’m going to regret writing this one so late. I get dramatic when sleep deprived.
Oh well... *Shrug*
Enjoy.
The view onto the vibrant woods of Eversong or the distant sea has never quite been the same with the imposing presence of Argus in the sky. The green glow from the radiated world beaming down onto their lands from above, giving anything that catches its rays a bleak and corrupted look. The soft breeze from the sea that normally calms feels different. Irelia sighs before walking back inside, still thinking on what is to come from events thus far.
House Firestar continues on in its heightened state. With the recent loss of their Lord and Lady, few to none were prepared to rest easy with their new Lord of the house missing and presumably being set up and being used as a tool in the hands of a human Shadowmancer. Their house functions off the highest ideas for how people should act. People will ambitions to train do so with the highest standards of skill and practice. Those of the house who walk the kingdom do so with pride of the name they represent. Nobody wanted to see that name, that image tarnished by the actions of a human.
Irelia roames her home slowly, watching around for something before arriving to where she intended to go. What she was watching and searching for being exactly where she wanted to find them. Her son smiles up at her with a babyish toothy smile. He walks around semi-awkwardly fighting against gravity to not stumble over. She smiles back, recently having the pleasure of returning home one day to discover her husband with her son walking their first steps. Though, to her dismay, her son then quickly then inherited another trait from his father on learning to walk.
Going missing for her to then have to find them in the most ridiculous of places.
There is also the habit of grabbing on to the nearest hanging object and yanking it off. Irelia wishes for the days where her son would appreciate fine necklaces instead of looking at it and grabbing the shiny thing. She picks them up slowly and holds them, sitting down with them until they drift off to sleep. She slowly places them down once more into their new crib, one they can’t walk out off and go missing again, before smiling and walking to her own room. She joins her husband, sharing the events of the day and enjoying listening to the tales of his more domesticated life with their son as they get ready to go to bed.
The morning consists of her dressing into some more casual attire suited for her to roam the house and eat something. Before doing that she checks in on Kael’rys. Still sleeping. Irelia, every morning before leaving has to fight off the urge to wake the sleeping child and spend some time with them and feed them in the morning. She leaves it however knowing her husband has such in hand. She can always fuss her son when she gets home. With their search for their Lord coming to an end, she smiles at her plan to enjoy a calm walk around the scenic locations of the estate with her son and husband.
Such can’t be done with her still here. She prepares herself before changing into her robed battle armour and setting off to Sunstrider Isle. Their current base was deemed unsafe for a reason she still has to seek out. She walks into the familiar location giving a sharp salute to those gathered around her. Those gathered being the elite of their kingdom, the Thori’belore. They all slowly start to be illusioned into different sets of equipment. The illusionist must not have liked the way she looked at them or something because the result of her illusion was less than satisfactory, complete with a helmet to hide her face. She hoped her husband couldn’t see her due to the fact she would never hear the end of him talking of her old helmets and how he disapproved of her wearing them.
She also receives a stone to which she uses before they depart. Once scrubbing herself of identifying items she uses the stone changing her eyes blue in another form of illusion concealment. She catches her reflection, finding her appearance as a Quel’dorei to be unsettling after all these years. Once everyone has prepared, the portal was open and the mission began.
She arrives through into a dry and crisp environment. Once through, their presence was quickly noted by the humans they were seeking to capture or destroy. Among them was Lord Firestar. Irelia, followed by the others of the Sun’s Fury moved in to take them down. The wind rushed through her armour differently to how it appeared on her, but such was a minor distraction. Her main focus was currently on the Lord to observe where his attention lay. With him being busy, she slammed into one of the first humans who all appeared as different members of the order. The fight did not last long. Some scrapes and bumps to herself which would show once the illusion was down. However, some including Nivendi’en had escaped through the portal he was creating at the time. Magistrix Narindiel Windblaze set to work tracing the portal whilst the captured humans were sent to the spire and the rest of the collected was checked for wounds.
The portal was soon re-established. A small dialog between the Magistrix and Agent Diamexia over the comms devices happened to gather more information. Such devices were out of use to allow for such to happen. They make their way through the portal.
Irelia walked into the yellow open lands of Westfall. It seemed to be a windy day, such blowing through her as she glanced around. The sun shone through clear skies as it started to settle into night and the chill from the sea slowly starts to climb inland. Her observations were soon disrupted by the sounds of chaos and panic. Nivendi’en and the humans had started their dark plot against the human village. Panicked humans fled from its direction, setting the Thori’belore off on their mission once more.
They reach their target to an unwelcoming sight. A small little barn sits damaged and surrounded by the Thori’belore. At least it appears that way with the humans made to look like them. In front of the barn is an unfortunate human mother and their child meeting their end. The controlled Lord of their house ending their existence effortlessly by imploding their heads. Irelia had spared and viewed spars with her husband in the past. She has viewed magics destructive nature when in the hands of the mages of her house. She knew that if left unchallenged, Lord Firestar would reek destruction quickly on their numbers. They attack quick enough to have the drop on them, so she dashes forward, slashing and slamming through the human lines to confront the Lord and hold him off long enough for the others to remove the residual threat of the humans so they can all capture him in unison.
Irelia knew the risk she was taking to hold the Magister up to prevent him using his destructive magic on their gathered forces. She was confident that with her current skill she would at least succeed in slowing him down. Time never even slowed as she neared the danger. The first blow struck from behind her. It all happened so fast. First a large impact of shadow struck her from behind, its effects almost staggering her but also annihilating her barrier protecting her. All her senses flared, even the rune on the side of her neck as Lord Firestar saw her attack and called the arcane to him. She was so close to being able to disrupt him at close range. But all she heard was a quick sound of bending metal followed by an intense pain and blurred vision. She feels the air rush through her armour and over what little exposed skin she has. She almost passes out from hitting the ground, feeling a sharp pain elsewhere in her body, unable to identify it as her senses are washed over with head pain as the useless helmet on her head sits crushed inwards onto her.
She lies there, feeling like a fool for taking her risky plan and being brushed aside like nothing. Being caught off guard and losing her defense against the mage and being incapacitated. She never intended in winning against such odds, but to at least be able to land a single blow. The thoughts of humiliation were pushed aside as she felt a new presence near her. She managed to make out the face of Lord Starshield trying to move her. She is forced to do nothing as she can do only that. But this becomes an issue at the large building fel presence in the sky above the priest. She was all too familiar with what causes such an effect as was helpless to warn her aid. She sees through blurred vision the ball of fel as it flies down to them both at high speed. In her last moments all she could think of was how that walk would have been like when she returned home. Her vision fills with green, and then nothing.
The chaos of the battlefield elevates as a loud explosion of fel shakes the ground in the back ranks of fight. Those who could see the result would see councillor Starshield and Sunglance grounded and unmoving. Sunglance with her armour completely ripped apart and ruined and Starshield in a similar state. They are all forced to continue their fight, Narindiel only just managing to send the two injured away. Lord Firestar now turning his wrath on the rest of the Sun’s Fury.
The chaos followed the two on their arrival to the spire. Both quickly taken away into medical care by the priests. Both taken to separate areas, Irelia is soon in the care of very concerned priests who all look at her with doubt. She lives, but they wonder for how long. Hours are spent as the fel taint covering her stopping her healing needs to be cleansed, the helmet removed and her broken form repared. All of these issues needing to be done fast. More hours pass once the critical issues are resolved. But her state remains just as dire. She lies, unmoving as progress keeps on being made. Sometimes some would enter the room to see her and leave. Time and time again such, would happen. Irelia, still unaware to what has happened.
Once more stable she is taken home. Not how she wished to return. The house taking up a different atmosphere as she is laid down to continue her rest and healing.
As a week passes, she remains asleep. Spire priests officially declaring it as a comatose state. Her son wonders why the evening visits have stopped, and why mother has been so inactive. By now official word would have been sent out to the organisations she serves such as the Thori’belore and the Halls of Blood. Sin’dorei know loss. They will move on without her as her place is filled and her roles reassigned. But for now, at home she lies with her life in question as she sleeps with those close to her waiting for her to awaken. But for how long? If Ever?
#Story 10#Nivendi'en#Sylvarys#Kael'rys#Narindiel#Diamexia#Inetzen#Westfall#Firestar Estate#Sunstrider Isle#The Sunfury Spire#Sun's Fury#Thori'belore#Healing#Coma#Irelia
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Curious
7 years ago
N: “So you mean that when I am old enough, I have to be like you?”
I: “No, you’ll have to be better than me.”
N: “Well, I can make everyone play Hide and Seek? Is that a good way to make everyone happy?”
I: “I am afraid there won’t be a place for such a games, Nivendi’en.”
N: “What about bandit and Knight? There’s always room for that, isn’t it?”
I: “I am afraid, that once you’re Lord, once you’re adult, there’s no room for any of that.”
Nivendi’en frowns, as he looks towards Illethiann.
N: “You mean, there is no room for fun?”
Illethiann smiles towards the young elf and shakes his head.
I: “I’m afraid not.”
N: “Then why would anyone want to become an adult?!”
Nivendi’en slowly poked Taryane with a stick of the biggest tree within the estate, making Taryane jump with a fright.
N: “You’re it!”
Taryane frowns, raising both her hands.
T: “Unfair Vendi’en! No sticks allowed!”
N: “But I am the Grand-Magister and this is my staff! A mage is nothing without his staff!“
Taryane looks around, picking up one of the bigger branches around them, as he holds it out in front of her, with the determinate look typical for her. Her posture, for a eight year old, strong and powerful, especially considering she’s untrained. Nivendi’en smirked, slowly holding his stick in front of him too, as the young elf charges towards Taryane. Both of them clashed against each other with their sticks, parrying, dodging and hitting each other with no remorse. Their small fragile hands bleeding from the several hits they received and the splinters that were left in their hands because of it. After several of hours playing Knights, both crawled in the tree overlooking the sea. Both close to each other as they smiled towards the sun. A sun that was slowly sinking into the water.
T: “It’s pretty, isn’t it?”
N: “It’s just the sun, Taryane.. We see it every day.”
T: “Does that mean we can’t find it pretty? Ann’da see Min’da each other every day.. And he finds her still pretty.”
N: “That’s different.”
T: “Why?”
N: “Because it’s a boy-girl thing. It’s for making babies.”
T: “Making babies?”
N: “Yes.. A boy can only make babies with a girl if he finds her pretty.”
T: “Oh no! Then I think I might have a baby with the boy from Magister Fireshard!”
N: “Why do you say that?”
Taryane blushes, “Because he’s pretty..”
N: “It doesn’t work that way, silly.. He needs to find you pretty.”
T: “That’s good. I don’t want to marry him.”
N: “Ma-.. What do you mean?”
T: “Well, you need to marry when you have a baby? Or when you find someone pretty?”
N: “I guess.. I will never marry.. You need to kiss girls and holds hands. Who wants to do that with girls! They only complain about their hair. Ha!”
Taryane frowns, giving Nivendi’en a good punch on his shoulder.
N: “Hey! What’s that good for!”
T: “I am a girl you meanie!”
N: “No you’re not.. Well, yes you are.. But you’re you..”
T: “And what’s so different about me then!?”
N: “Well.. I can’t kiss you.. you’re my best friend. Who else do I need to beat in sword fights then?”
T: “You mean get beaten by!”
Nivendi’en smirks, giving Taryane a gentle push, before they slowly peer towards the sun once more.”
I: “We become adults, because we have to protect that we love. Your wife, your family, your people..”
N: “I promised Taryane and the twins to protect them. Is that being an adult too?”
Illethiann smiles, placing his hand on the young elf his head.
I: “That’s being more than just that, my son. That’s being a friend.”
N: “Can I still have friends as an adult?”
I: “Of course and so much more.”
Nivendi’en smiles, slowly clasping his hands around his father’s legs before he rushes back inside the room, preparing himself for bed.
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Choises
Nivendi'en was sitting infront of the Blind magister, hearing to what the meeting with the Sun's Fury had lead too. Al lot of bickering about nonesense, about things unimportant. The only reason he was listening to it all, was out of respect for the personna telling it all. His father's teacher in the art of Blood Magi. What once was one of the first, the prime Blood Magi.. was now nothing more than a blind power source, ready to be drained any second. At least, that is how Nivendi'en saw it. In the corner of the room Taryane was playing with the sphere of Illethiann, the first time since the news of what happened to their parents. While the Magister kept talking, his thoughts went elsewhere.
Illethiann: What is a true leader?
Nivendi'en: Proud, strong, wise and beloved?
Illethiann couldn't help but laugh at his last words. "You think I am loved, Son?"
Nivendi'en slowly stared at his father and shaked his head "No father, but you did say a true leader." His tone was direct and arrogant. It came out so real even Illethiann raised a brow at his son. It wasn't untill he started smirking, that Illethiann understood he was joking.
Illethiann: "A true magister indeed.. you are a son of your mother.. Nivendi'en."
Nivendi'en kept staring at the papers the Magister gave him, filled with names of candidates of who'd be a good replacement for his parents within the Sun's Fury. -replacement- as if they could get replaced. He thoughts went elsewhere once more.
Rei'ann: "If you cannot control yourself, you will be a bigger thread than the enemy himself. Now let us start over, concentrate.. you are an elite, a Magi of the High Kingdom! Concentrate Vendi'en!
Nivendi'en was still holding the papers in his hands, slowly looking towards the Magister as the words of his mother echoed through his head.
Nivendi'en: "I will lead them."
The Magister looked up, surprised by the sudden words of the younger elf.
Magister: "Very Well.. But understand they might not accept you that easily."
Nivendi'en: "I will lead them.. But you, you will teach me.."
The Magister smiled and nodded once, as he slowly took off his Blindfold, making Nivendi'en widden his eyes and bow his head.
Magister: "Shall we begin?"
(I wrote this real fast, So it isn't good. Also did it on my phone So sorry for the grammar!)
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Flashbacks - 18th Dec 2016
There were things that Rei'ann never told Illethiann early on in their courtship, that he eventually came to know from trust and closeness as her spouse.
One of them was what was done to her by her grandfather and father. The other was how she faithfully tried to look up Mor'denath in the aftermath of his disappearance, carrying Nivendi'en first inside her, and then after he was born.
Taryane was not the only child who was cursed with abnormal aging. To a smaller, much less severe, and reversible extent, so was Nivendi'en, although in a different way, for a different reason: sentiment.
Rei'ann never stopped blaming herself for what happened to Sylvarys, but more so, she blamed herself for Nivendi'en’s condition.
Throughout her entire pregnancy, she ventured to Coldarra daily, in the hours that were meant to be for herself alone, away from duty to her household and to the Spire and her people. She knew her then-husband would be there, if anywhere. Few reached as far as she managed to reach each time, and even then, it was variable. Most of the time, there were wards and barriers that either took too much time to break, or because she simply could not. At other times, there was a single or couple of them, peering at her in silence, as if daring her to go past them. They might have recognized her from the Nexus wars years ago, perhaps, or they merely would not allow her to pass, knowing why she was there.
The place, over the confluence of leylines, had always been somewhat unstable. As one ventured deeper into the complex that was the nexus, the anomalies increased in frequency and intensity. Space was not so much warped as time - the Flight knew to control who and what went where, but time mattered little to them.
She should have known much earlier, but herself used to chronomancy, was able to stablise what lines of time were warped and unstable around her, that could tear apart a less proficient person. Nivendi'en, while she was pregnant, was shielded as he was part of her. It was after he was born, that Rei'ann, still holding hope to that he could see his father, that she could see her husband, brought him on her visits. She could not shield him as well as she thought she could.
Her visits continued, even when her mind was in a blank haze, discovering Sylvarys’ body. They continued even when she discovered that Mor'denath already had a family before he married her. They continued, as if Rei'ann remained in a state of denial, clinging onto blind loyalty, because that was how she was. They continued even though Nivendi'en, supposedly two years old, toddled beside her as the physical four year old he was.
It was Narindiel who eventually found them both, as she was once again trying to navigate through a temporal rift.
“Come back,” she pleaded to Rei'ann. “You are neglecting those who care for you. You are blind to what is happening to your son. Is this all worth it? He is never coming back. He lied to you. There are better people.. there is a better elf who loves you.”
Months later, they cremated Sylvarys’ apparent corpse, after the elf called Var'denath Dawnlight died. Nivendi'en was supposed to be three. He was as tall and as clever and confident as expected for a six year old. He was younger than the twins, but in a few more months, would exceed their growth, towering above them as they, being children, still played with him without question.
Rei'ann did what she could to reverse the time warped around her son, that made him age faster than he was supposed to, at an exponential rate. Narindiel, along with the other Transmutation Masters of her staff, helped where they could, but the damage was already done.
Eventually, for whatever time it took to cumulatively build up the temporal damage from powerful, unstable rifts, it took five times as long to slow it down to normalcy via more normal means.
Taryane was born when Nivendi'en was physically eight. By the time, with Archmage Farhollow’s aid, the abnormality around him was slowed back to normal, he was fourteen. But Taryane, cursed with an affliction that made Nivendi'en’s condition look like child’s play, was sixteen. Rei'ann watched as he mourned the departure of his best friend to the Hall of Blood. She was silent, when he begged her to make time go faster for him again, because he wanted to grow up like Taryane, and go out into the world and protect their home, because Ann'da was unconscious, and he didn’t want his mother to be carrying burdens like she used to.
Little Flower, he used to call Taryane. Rei'ann, like the mother she was, never failed to play at being ignorant when it came to knowing whom her son referred to, just as she pretended to be ignorant of her son’s affection for Narindiel’s daughter, and his underlying desire to go back to his friend’s side.
Nivendi'en surpassed herself and Illethiann. It was likely that he surpassed Mor'denath as well. Rei'ann never questioned him when she saw how he subtly grew up faster than Taryane. It was after he turned eighteen, and finally allowed to hold the title and, put to the test by all those who taught him, trained him, who were his guardians, that he was finally allowed to make his own decision to leave the safety of home, and fight beside Taryane, as he always wanted to. It was after that time, that Rei'ann and Illethiann knew that Nivendi'en finally stabilized the time around himself - he was about Taryane’s age now - or maybe a few months to a year older, because he would always be older than her, no matter when or where in the cosmos they were.
Illethiann understood - or, he seemed to. He loved his stepson as if he was his own, and his own, he made him. Nivendi'en took on his traits as he inherited hers and Mor'denath’s, though his down-to-earth-ness deep inside was more like Narindiel than it was any of his three parents. Perhaps it was Taryane’s influence, perhaps it was her mother’s. Either way, both Rei'ann and Illethiann were thankful.
Rei'ann watched the scrying orb, focusing on the faces of both Nivendi'en and Taryane as they faced her ex-husband. She could imagine what Mor'denath Dawnlight was thinking then and there.
Exhaling slowly, she trusted her instincts, and ceased the scry.
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Unsaid - 2nd November 2016
I presume the reason you have not looked for me to confront me so far, despite your apparent anger and unhappiness with me, is that you know deep inside that you have no ground to stand on.
But of course, you claim that you were taken against your will, that you had no choice. You claim that you loved me. You claim you were hurt by how I “sold our son” to my current husband and gave him his name instead of yours.
What I find hilarious is how you can claim to have loved me yet hate me for these reasons, in the same breath.
Allow me to enlighten you:
I knew why you disappeared.
I went to Coldarra, every single chance I could, outside duties at home - our home - and outside official duties. I did this carrying Nivendi'en in my womb and after he was born. Almost every day, I faithfully went there to ask to see you. I was never successful. Did you know this? No, you did not. Well, now you do.
Did you ever struggle? Did you ever protest? I would have comforted me a little to know, back then, that you did, but I remember your placid acceptance when they came to warn you, before you disappeared. I remember their same offer to myself, when one of them sat in our home then, to speak to you about it. I said no. I would never do it, knowing that I carried our child, knowing that I have a duty to our homeland and our people. But you - you accepted it, without so much as a protest.
Power is something we all want, is it not? Even beyond love.
I eventually stopped going to try to see you, because I discovered your lies.
I might have forgiven you for never telling me, in all the time I have known you, about your previous family, that you have a grown daughter.
But keeping Sylvarys’ body in its state?
I read your tomes hidden in your private library. I figured out why you did so.
And my eyes were opened to your selfishness. The selfishness you kept from your wife, whom you claim to have loved.
Oh, I never gave Nivendi'en my husband’s name. The name he bears is of the one that my husband and I chose together, that we both now bear. Before that, Nivendi'en bore both my name as well as yours. This -is- after all a new start for him and myself, for Nivendi'en, and for every single person we lead and are responsible for in our respective households. It is what being a Sin'dorei is about, is it not? New beginnings, being reborn from he ashes and being stronger than ever.
But you wouldn’t know that would you?
Do you still Illusion your eyes, by the way?
You hate me, resent me, are angry at me because he no longer bears your name.
See, it is interesting: my husband wanted to give up his name to take mine, despite coming from a lineage as old as yours and mine. He would do so, because my son and I are more important to him than a name.
You, however, would hate me for changing our son’s name to a new one that I had chosen for us.
What is love to you, that you’d say you love your then-wife, yet your actions and words and attitude show otherwise?
I could possibly forgive you your delusions of grandeur, your power hunger so great you’d placidly accept your fate by your new kin (who, by the way, are struggling in the Broken Isles, I wonder why you’re not with them and are instead lingering in Silvermoon pretending to be a Magister), that you’d lie to me about your previous family, that you abandoned me and our son.
But I will never forgive how you can lie about how you love me, when you clearly do not, and probably never did.
I will never forgive your selfishness in the suffering that you brought your apprentice, your brother-in-law then.
Above that, I will never forgive you for viewing Nivendi'en as a commodity and not a person, for seeing him as merely a vessel who exists only to carry your name. Don’t you dare to deny this, for why else would you hate me this much and be so angry at me? You never knew your flesh and blood. You were never there. Even when you came back, you did not care enough to even seek myself out to see him. Your anger was more important for you to nurse and harbour. Your pride was more important. Truly, you care as a father, don’t you?
So, Lord Dawnlight, you truly have no right to be angry at me, given everything. You were the one who broke my heart. I had to move on for myself and for the child you sired while you mingled with your new brethren in your new life in your new lair. How you dare even imply that I am a bad mother, to accuse me of “selling our son”, is beyond me.
I am with a better elf, who is my husband. He is everything you are not, and you have never been.
And if you dare to use Nivendi'en, manipulate him as you did Sylvarys, if you ever hurt him in any way, even emotionally, you can be sure that I will not sit back idly, and neither will his father, or anyone else who truly loves him.
Which you clearly don’t.
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Unfortunate Action
(OOC: Date [30-10-2016] Day[Sunday])
Dear diary…
Skipping over the usual, today I found Rakeshi distressed once more. When I found him, he was locked in a state punching a training dummy over and over until his fists bled. The nightmare had returned and at first he seemed very abnormal and not all there. I got his focus fully on me and gave him more advice, but I also said he should find Ara’ni and Zulago for help if he sees either. Izeeja arrived to our conversation and gave her own input. Her way of wording things seemed to be helping more, I let them both speak. He then left shortly after, leaving me with Izee. We spoke briefly about Rakseshi before we were interrupted by Lord Firestar. As we had not moved from where I found Rakeshi, we were left stood talking in the middle of the training ground. He rightfully asked us to move as he wanted the space to spar with Taryane.
We moved aside and they had their spar, during this spar Ara’ni had shown up so I took the chance to inform her of Rakeshi. She says she will look into it. It seems Taryane and Nivendi’en have more history than I realized also. It seems they have known each other from a young age. One of them made a somewhat suggestive request, though unintentional I am sure which made them both go shy. There was an amusing moment of awkward silence before they both found excuses to get away from the situation. Whatever it is, is between them and none of my business. Ara’ni left to get something done, again leaving me with Izeeja.
She seemed bored from the training and wondered if I would fight her all out. Obviously I declined. I don’t fight all out against my allies. Nor did I wish to destroy her. So I took the title as uninteresting as my terms for a fight did not interest them. They tried their luck with Taryane shortly after but found no success there either as Taryane didn’t wish to use her powers against her.
Taryane has something she wished to say to me, so we spoke once the barracks were clear and gave us privacy. She had issues she wished to bring up in confidence with me regarding our house. There is to be an attack on another household that has caused issues in the past and is becoming a threat once more. From what I was told, Lord Bloodwind had captured and tortured another for their own crimes. As much as the idea of taking arms against our own displeased me, the more I was told, the less choice I had. The house Bloodwind plans to strike out at those of house Firestar. Making specific and general threats alike meaning anyone is at risk. This means I will have to act alongside the other nine Taryane has chosen to defend ourselves from unjust attack. It will not bring be great joy, but it must be done to protect the household and those who reside within its walls, most of who I am sure have done nothing to warrant being targeted. What was said will stay between me and Miss Windblaze. And I will be ready for the time this plan will be set to motion.
Yours faithfully
Irelia Sunglance
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Survival: Day 2 (Part 2 Of Entry 75)
(OOC: Date [25-10-2016] Day[Tuesday])
(Entry 75 should be written on Wednesday assuming nothing changes. Breaking down and posting each day so I don’t have a headache of a job on wednesday.)
The second day:
Hm… Running. That would be the easiest way to summarize that day. But first of all, it started with me gathering supplies for the group. I gathered some food and crafted some spears for people to use. I then left camp to look for a few things before returning to find Lord Firestar and Ara’ni in the camp. We didn’t stay long however as a pack of worges were set upon us.
From that point until the Worges were drove away there isn’t much to say. We just ran hitting them where we could. We did however run into a group of Gurubashi trolls. With the beasts chasing us we simply had to charge through them. I lead the charge emitting a flash of light to disorientate them whilst those behind me could get past. My spear wasn’t doing me too well either so I stuck one on the way past to make it more difficult to follow. Unfortunately I got hit in the shoulder with an arrow. One of those times you miss all the heavy armour.
We made it to a bridge to which I suggested we cross it and hold them off from the other side with the advantage of having solid ground to stand on as appose to their wavy bridge. We held them off long enough until Izeeja snuck around and forced Elder Sarues to call them off. With that we set up camp. I prepared the worge we killed to be eaten. Eventually we had huts and a fire going to cook the food. From there it was just conversation.
Eventually the –shadow- showed up. Still not fully trusting them I got on with what I was doing and left them to interact with the other more trusting members of the warband. As it turns out, the stalker was Ara’ni. This makes sense for all the things they knew. She blew her own cover when she impulsively responded to a comment which involved her. She complained about my hostilities towards her alias the other day. I simply explained I can be blunt and make myself clear to those who I don’t necessarily trust.
Sleep isn’t easy to find in this jungle. This combined with the tiredness I have been having recently meant that sitting by the fire was more a challenge to stay awake than do anything else. Eventually I had to retire as my tiredness because unreasonable. Trying to stay awake meant I had faults in other things like cooking, burning the meat over the fire. There was a storm coming so I needed as much rest as I could get. I fell asleep the second my head hit the ground and I don’t remember being awoken until morning. That or I wasn’t awake long enough to register anything if I did wake up before I needed to.
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Sacrifice And Goal
(OOC: Date [21-10-2016] Day[Friday])
Dear diary…
The day started out again with its usual training. Things more pleasant than the day before. But nothing new. Once finished I spotted Aelathdrin standing outside. We spoke briefly before Lord Firestar came past with Taryane and invited us inside the command building. They found their own part of the room to supposedly discus things to do with whatever it is they are working on at the moment. Shortly thereafter Miss Sunshard went over to speak, and I followed. It seemed we were welcome to be there. Nivendi’en had more news on Sylvarys. He had spoken, but there was also an unfortunate incident with one of the servants helping him. His illness and the fel taint caused him to kill the servant. Broke her neck. This has left poor feelings on those surrounding the incident was liked. But regardless somebody innocent died. Thinking back on this as I write this now, I will take Lord Firestar’s offer and see him when I get the chance. I will just ensure I complete my tasks with more haste and ask in the morning.
Nivendi’en departed followed shortly by Taryane, who seemed strange. She had been having what looked like pained winces but I never got the chance to ask what is wrong. Instead I had free time with Aelathdrin. So I decided to put us both through more laps. Partly to see how long she would last, but mainly for both our benefits. I lost count of the exact number of laps we did, but we stopped in the late one hundreds. A haze went over my vision and made me fill ill. However it passed as quickly as it came but I had been standing still too long to resume the laps. We went inside to eat. I got myself a plate of food and ate. Over that time Taryane arrived and seemed troubled still. She didn’t seem to hear me when I asked what was wrong, and Ara’ni had started making comments herself on the matter when she and Trez’iman arrived.
A discussion then arose from me asking why a fight between the elf Fera and Ara’ni’s sister was not stopped because of their use of real weapons. From what I heard, this resulted in wounds that are going to make her miss training whilst she recovers. I saw her later that day and will help her recover myself. Somebody made a mess of her feet. But back on topic, the use of real weapons and training weapons came into debate for use in training spars. The trolls seem very content on using real weapons as they will heal from the wounds. Whilst that may be true, they failed to fully grasp my point of accidents happen and people can die. Yes restraining yourself requires a level of skill, but when I train I want to further my skill, not use it to lessen myself my capabilities. Fighting with my own blade against an ally severely limits the number of skills I can apply. There are many of my skills in swordsmanship I would not apply as they would kill or wound my opponent. With a training weapon I can apply those skills and only have to worry at the worst for there to be broken bone and maybe a concussion. Nothing I can’t aid. A loss of limb or life however I can not.
Ara’ni departed with words of suggestion that I find somebody to teach me how to use a blade. Quite an unintelligent comment to make towards the person with far more experience in the arts of combat than anyone else in the room. I voiced that I had been fighting since before she was born, and the other troll wanted to see what I could do. I had no desire to prove myself again him. Nor did I care to beat them. But I had not seen them fight yet so expressed interest on those grounds. However they seemed to find me boring for stating I will only use training weapons, so I told them to find somebody else to spar. Miss Sunshard took up the offer instead and went to spar him. I only followed to be there if something goes wrong and one of them needs aid. Considering the troll spent most of his time in the inn arguing for weapon sparing, he spent most of his time using the hilt of his blade or the flat side of it. With a training weapon he would not have to do as such and fight how he would in real combat.
Once the fight was finishes, Taryane left. I followed her to take the chance to see what was bothering her as she seemed worse that how she was the previous time I asked. She stated that she has been having long lasting sleeping issues and isn’t the type to accept a solution for it. I insisted that she finds aid for this problem on the estate, as the fact she only collapses to fall asleep isn’t a good state of health to be in. And in these times your health and how much rest you have been having could be the different between life and death. I expressed my concern and didn’t push as it was clear she wanted and needed to go rest. I returned to find just Zasuro and Miss Sunshard. She had injured her leg in her fight and was barely able to stand on it. However she challenged me to a spar anyway. I respond by patting her on the side of the leg to make her feel her wound and prove a point. The blade master also make his own comment of he has seen many die because their mind is ahead of their body. He moved her inside to rest and the three spoke. Zasuro spoke of his last and what he fights for, of his daughter and how she does the same. The choices and sacrifices they had to make to survive and what they fight to see in the future. He seems a respectable person. He then asked me of my order, so I gave him the details for what we went through and our sacrifices we made to help save our people. We now fight for the protection and restoration of our people and kingdom. And all of us in that room would be ready to lay down our lives to see the futures we fight for be realized.
Yours faithfully
Irelia Sunglance
#Entry 73#Garrison (Orc Camp)#Irelias Diary#Aelathdrin#Nivendi'en#Taryane#Ara'ni#Trez'iman#Zasuro#Irelia
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Train And Endure
(OOC: Date [18-10-2016] Day[Tuesday])
Dear diary…
Up at dawn for the hundred laps. Gear checked and maintained. Armory cleaned again from the look of it. Then some reading on formations.
Today, the training session seemed focused on the warbands own formation and shield walls. Unfortunately my shield isn’t best suited for shield walls given its size. That and the lack of consistency in shields causes for a somewhat patch work wall. But this is something to be worked on. Lord Nivendi’en was officially announced as the replacement for Sylvarys and we are pending his choice for his second. This means I can only assume my rank has gone down and I no longer have access to command authority.
Once the session was finished and we were dismissed, I departed to do more laps around the camp. Fifty if I counted correctly. However I still had another one hundred as asked. I got those completed sometime later. Once my fifty were finished I went to sit down to eat. Grualarr was intoxicated and for some reason Aelathdrin thought it would be a good time to spar him. Fighting an intoxicated person is never a good idea. Especially an orc. They were made to do laps because of it. Once back I noticed Miss Sunshards fatigue from them and noted it was more than I had after my fifty laps in full plate. I suggested she do more to build her endurance. Izeeja found my willingness to run laps amusing from what I could tell.
A small issue occurred between Lord Firestar and Graularr, but it just seemed to be Grualarr wanting to –test- him. Taryane arrived after this and delivered news to me of Sylvarys. Thankfully he is stable. Lord Nivendi’en also kindly offered to take me too him when I wished to see him. However I seemed to miss subtle details as he observed I was not from nobility. I did not understand until Taryane informed me of the things I must do.
Some departed for rest or other business. I had finished eating so decided to see what Miss Sunshard could do after what I observed. I offered her extra training if she needed it and after seeing her fatigue, I decided she did. She took me round her route of the camp before I offered a race. She asked for something if she won, so I said yes as long as it was reasonable. I will admit I did agree to this just assuming I would win. However she surpassed my expectations and proved to be faster than me in a sprint. I may be quicker than normal even in plate, but it seems even with some of it removed, I can still not keep pace with a ranger. Though that should have been a given, her constant complaining doesn’t give off a sense of capability.
Her demand at first was too silly. Asking me to tell the others that I was out of shape and she wasn’t. This not being truth, I refused. So she settled with asking me to inform the others of her success. Whilst Ara’ni explained how unimpressed she was at her achievement, I went to get something further to eat. Listening to them as I did. Miss Sunshard shows promise and I do not doubt her capabilities. But if she works harder and pushes her boundary’s higher she can train to be so much more.
I grew tired so departed to rest. The hammocks proving somewhat difficult to sleep in with the cold alongside their discomfort. There is also the discomfort that comes with training. But that is to be expected and nothing new to me.
Yours faithfully
Irelia Sunglance
#Entry 70#Garrison (Orc Camp)#Irelias Diary#Nivendi'en#Sylvarys#Grualarr#Aelathdrin#Izeeja#Taryane#Ara'ni#Chi-So#Irelia
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