(This is the start of Lei's story. I will post the next part soon. It's also my first RP story for RIFT. I hope you enjoy it. This also is the start of her sisters', Ryleiah and Caellei, stories. Thanks for reading! *leaves a flower for the readers*)
Three Kelari girls sat in a meadow of flowers. One with hair as blue as the ocean sat running her fingers through the mane of a dusty brown wolf. Another, whom had hair the color of the clear blue sky and eyes as silver as the moon, giggle to herself as a small pile of dirt on the ground bent to her will. The third girl, one with maroon hair, smiled at her younger sisters, twins. Writing down the details of their day in her journal, the oldest plucked one of the wild flowers nearby and pressed it in between the pages as she tied it closed. She held the leather journal to her chest as she stood up. The day had been peaceful and quiet. The snap of a bow string pierced the stillness from the edge of the meadow.
The silver eyed girl was hit in the shoulder by the arrow. The wolf jumped as his owner sprang into action, drawing her own bow, aiming an arrow towards the shadows. Dropping her journal, the oldest whispered soft words and part of her life passed to her wounded sister, sealing the arrow wound. “Make yourself known, now!” she shouted. The sisters closed rank, tightening up. The wolf disappeared into the darkness of the trees. Only a painful yelp followed. It’s owner winced.
The strong smell of the sea invaded the meadow. Being too far inland for that to be natural, the oldest yelled, “Abyssals!” Before the two youngest could react, waves of water poured into the meadow. Rain fell from over ahead as an Abyssal commander stepped into view. She held her hand up to the sky. The ground shook. The Kelari archer sent an arrow towards the Commander, but it didn’t faze her. Magical whispers flowed from the mouths of the two Kelari mages, but their words had no affect as well.
“We’ve been looking for you three!” The Commander hissed. Almost any signs of her former Kelari life were hidden under barnacles, seaweed, and a bluish green glow.
“Haven’t you taken enough from us?” The oldest shouted in reply.
“No. Not yet.” The Commander said with a grinned. That’s when the rift opened. Akylios’ world spilled into the meadow and onto the girls.
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The twins were consumed in a shoot of water. Abyssal dirges held them in as they fought to get out with all their might. The oldest screamed. She cursed the Commander. Mutterings of ancient magic and rituals spilled forth from the mouth of the Kelari. Her sister’s were drowning before her eyes. The Commander just laughed, “Your family was always powerful. We cannot have you growing any more powerful unless you are on our side!”
“Never!” the oldest shouted, biting back tears, trying to stay focused. “I will die as my parents did to protect Telara.” Both of her sisters looked at her. The twins looked at her, as they held hands. All three knew they would not make it out of this meadow alive.
“So be it,” The Command sneered. She turned her gaze to the twins, who kept their eyes on their sister.
“Love you,” The twins mouthed as the dirges sliced their throats.
The water shoot collapsed, dropping the twins’ lifeless bodies to the ground. The rift still raged around the oldest as she held her sisters. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.
“So touching, yet so weak. You are nowhere near as strong as your family before you, Silverwing…” The Commander stood over her now. “Such a disgrace. You are not worth my time.” Looking at one of the dirges, “Kill her.”
The oldest snapped her head up. Her blue eyes flared ice cold. She grabbed the dirge’s hand before their blade could connect with her throat. The dirge’s skin started to blister and puss drained. A purple glow radiated from the Kelari’s hand as it connected to the dirge’s chest. The dirge dropped dead.
The Kelari screamed. A scream of pain, terror, heart break, and anger. Dark waves of magic flowed from her. The Commander turned around and gasped. The Kelari ran towards the Commander, “If I am going to die, I will take as many of you with me as I can.” She held the Commander by her throat as the magic flowed through her, changing her from a Kelari into a lich. “You will die. Now. For my sisters. For my parents. For my people.”
The world went black. An Abyssal archer had pierced Leiella’s heart with an arrow. Her body changed back to it’s Kelari form as it fell near her sisters. The Commander’s body dropped lifeless to the ground.
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Death was almost peaceful. Home. Family. Warm, almost tropical air. Laughter from her sisters. Savory smells coming from her mother’s kitchen. Her father’s spell books. Her flowers. Peaceful. She forgot the pain of their deaths. She held tightly onto the fading memories of the soulstream. Her body held no more marks of that fatal day. Was this real or a dream?
The humid air began to tingle as if a storm was rolling in. Leiella’s body began to ache. Muscles quivered as if they had forgotten how to work. She screamed as she collapsed to the ground. The grainy sand was as cold as metal on her bare skin. The tropical peace faded into darkness.
Leiella opened her eyes to find herself in a dark room. Her heart raced as panic set in. “Where am I?” she whispered.
An older Kelari man approached her. “You are okay, child. We’ve brought you back to life. You are ascended, and we need your help.”
Leiella stared at the man. “Where are my sisters? My parents? Where?”
“I have no idea.” He looked annoyed at the questions, “I wish I had time or more answers to give, but I must see to the other Ascended. If you speak with the Eth lady over there, she will help you about your way.”
Leiella just sat still for a moment. Her mind rushed with so many questions and foggy memories. This darkened room full of Eth technology was not like her tropical peace. It was cold and lifeless. Yet, this lifeless machinery seems to have brought her back to life. The Kelari mage tried to stand as her legs protested the weight of her body, but she managed.
The Eth woman smiled when she saw Leiella moving about. “We found this buried with you,” handing Leiella’s journal to her.
“Thank you,” she whispered, clutching it tightly. “Do you know where my family is?”
“We have been trying to find your sisters. They were both strong souls, with lots of potential. We need people like you in a time like this.” Her eyes showed the wear of years of battles. “The ward nears its end. We are sending what Ascended we can back to a certain spot in time. A spot where we think this future can be prevented. I promise we will try to find your sisters. Your parents are lost to us, but there is hope still for your sisters.”
“Why me?” Leiella asked without thinking.
“Not many lone Kelari women would stand toe to toe with an Abyssal commander without back up. You have a fierce heart and powerful magic, Leiella.”
“But my magic is that of death. Of Regulos. Black and dark.” Leiella said as she leaned against the stone wall next to the Eth woman’s work station.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Erollisi's Dream
Lolanae sat at her dressing table just looking into the mirror. The house was quiet. Her daughters’ were asleep already. The only sounds she could here were from random creatures out in the night filled Faydark. She picked up her brush and ran it through her long, golden hair. Even though she knew he was not home, she caught herself looking to the sitting chair in the corner. Binuru would sit there and read before bed almost every night. She sighed softly.
“Erollisi, watch over him tonight. Send him my love. I wish we could be together on the day meant to celebrate you. If you could, make sure this kiss reaches his lips so that he may know my love this night.” The elven rogue closed her blue eyes. In her mind she pictured her husband. Curly red hair, bright blue eyes, and standing at minimum a foot taller than her. She reached up on her tip toes and kissed him gently. “I love you,” she whispered. Lola curled up in bed after that. She was soon asleep.
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“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered as he rubbed her back with his hand. The warm roughness transferring through the tunic she wore.
Lolanae startled slightly. She saw Binuru sitting next to her and jumped up. Tightly she wrapped her arms around him. “Am I dreaming?” She asked as she looked around, noticing she was still in her bedroom.
“Maybe we both are dreaming.” He said with a smirk.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Lolanae said, laying her head against his chest.
“I know.” Bin replied, gently kissing her head and running his fingers through her hair. “I miss you and the girls so much.”
“There is so much that’s gone on that I want to ta…”
Binuru interrupted her, putting his finger over her lips. “I do not know if this is a dream, magic, something else, or a little of everything. I do know I want to make the most of it, Lola.” He kissed her deeply, laying her back on the bed. “I love you so much. Your letters are always an escape for me. Tonight it seems our dreams are given us both a chance to escape.”
Lolanae returned the kiss with as much passion as it was given. The two of them made the most of the night. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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Lolanae woke up as she heard Binuru whisper in her ear, “I love you, flower girl…” On his pillow was a single rose. She picked it up, taking in the sweet smell. “Thank you Erollisi. Dream, magic, or who knows what. Thank you for last night.” Lolanae could hear her girls bickering over something silly. She laughed to herself as she got up to start her day.
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Binuru rolled over and awoke as the squire came in to tell him that it was time to begin the next phase of construction in Halas. He sat up and looked about his room. There was a letter on his bedside table. It was sealed bearing Lolanae’s mark – dark blue wax with a picture of a rose. He broke open the seal. In Lola’s soft hand writing it said “Thank you for everything. I love you and miss you. Stay safe out there.”
The paladin looked slightly puzzled as to where the note came from. He kept Lola’s letters in his backpack. “Was that just a dream last night…? Erollisi, what have you been up too? Thank you, for whatever it was.” Binuru got up and began to get dressed. He tucked the note inside his tunic pocket and smiled.
“Erollisi, watch over him tonight. Send him my love. I wish we could be together on the day meant to celebrate you. If you could, make sure this kiss reaches his lips so that he may know my love this night.” The elven rogue closed her blue eyes. In her mind she pictured her husband. Curly red hair, bright blue eyes, and standing at minimum a foot taller than her. She reached up on her tip toes and kissed him gently. “I love you,” she whispered. Lola curled up in bed after that. She was soon asleep.
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“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered as he rubbed her back with his hand. The warm roughness transferring through the tunic she wore.
Lolanae startled slightly. She saw Binuru sitting next to her and jumped up. Tightly she wrapped her arms around him. “Am I dreaming?” She asked as she looked around, noticing she was still in her bedroom.
“Maybe we both are dreaming.” He said with a smirk.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Lolanae said, laying her head against his chest.
“I know.” Bin replied, gently kissing her head and running his fingers through her hair. “I miss you and the girls so much.”
“There is so much that’s gone on that I want to ta…”
Binuru interrupted her, putting his finger over her lips. “I do not know if this is a dream, magic, something else, or a little of everything. I do know I want to make the most of it, Lola.” He kissed her deeply, laying her back on the bed. “I love you so much. Your letters are always an escape for me. Tonight it seems our dreams are given us both a chance to escape.”
Lolanae returned the kiss with as much passion as it was given. The two of them made the most of the night. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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Lolanae woke up as she heard Binuru whisper in her ear, “I love you, flower girl…” On his pillow was a single rose. She picked it up, taking in the sweet smell. “Thank you Erollisi. Dream, magic, or who knows what. Thank you for last night.” Lolanae could hear her girls bickering over something silly. She laughed to herself as she got up to start her day.
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Binuru rolled over and awoke as the squire came in to tell him that it was time to begin the next phase of construction in Halas. He sat up and looked about his room. There was a letter on his bedside table. It was sealed bearing Lolanae’s mark – dark blue wax with a picture of a rose. He broke open the seal. In Lola’s soft hand writing it said “Thank you for everything. I love you and miss you. Stay safe out there.”
The paladin looked slightly puzzled as to where the note came from. He kept Lola’s letters in his backpack. “Was that just a dream last night…? Erollisi, what have you been up too? Thank you, for whatever it was.” Binuru got up and began to get dressed. He tucked the note inside his tunic pocket and smiled.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Escape
Sometimes it’s nice
To close my eyes and dream
Dream I’m somewhere else
That I’m someone else
To escape the pain
The uncertainty of now
To be free from the bonds
Free from the restriction of time
To have what I want now
Without fear
(This just sort of popped into my head. It's definitely how I feel about the days when I get lost in my head. It's my safe place. Where I can figure out the word without fear of reprisal.)
To close my eyes and dream
Dream I’m somewhere else
That I’m someone else
To escape the pain
The uncertainty of now
To be free from the bonds
Free from the restriction of time
To have what I want now
Without fear
(This just sort of popped into my head. It's definitely how I feel about the days when I get lost in my head. It's my safe place. Where I can figure out the word without fear of reprisal.)
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Lolanae's Pain
(This is a little story about Lolanae, my wood elf rogue. She's married to Binuru, whom is my husband's old roleplay character. I tend to still write stories about them from time to time. Tonight is such a night. Enjoy, and note it hasn't really been proof read.)
Lolanae sat curled up in a large velvet covered chair in the corner of the library. The dancing light of a fire illuminated the room just enough to make out of thin elven frame. Her blonde hair hung down over her shoulders. She sat twirling a silver throwing dagger in between her fingers. Tossing it up in the air slightly, Lola caught it by the blade, and without a moment’s hesitation, she threw it. The dagger embedded itself deeply in the heavy wooden door across the room with a gentle thud.
She stood up and walked towards a small table in between two book shelves. The table was packed with decanters full of aged liquors and wines. Lolanae poured herself a glass of a dark red elven wine. She sipped it slowly as she walked around the dark library, running her finger tips over the book bindings. The texture of the mix of leather and fine fabrics always felt interesting to her. As she neared the back wall of the library, she stood in front of a painting. There was a tall, red headed human. Muscular from years of battle. A thin framed wood elf with blonde hair up in a decorative bun, adorned with flowers, whose blue eyes sparkled even in the paint. Next to them, stood twin red headed elven framed girls with blue eyes as vibrant as their parents’.
Lola’s eyes turned ice cold as she looked at the painted. She screamed as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her family was her world, and at the moment it was broken. In her mind, the reasons made sense – Binuru had a duty to the paladins. Her heart, however, knew the pain her daughter’s dealt with as they slept at the other end of the house. It knew the emptiness of her husband being gone. It knew the longing of wanting just a simple hug and kiss. As her body shook with sobs, she squeezed the wine glass in her hand. The fragile glass shattered under the rogue’s strong grip and cut gashes into her palms. Blood and wine mixed together in her palm creating a stinging pain. Lolanae sat there and watched the blood drip done for a moment. A visual representation of the fracturing of her heart and the pain it brought. She grabbed the thick ribbon from her pocket that usually went in her hair and wrapped the wound on her palm.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she walked back to the table of decanters. Finding a bottle of Binuru’s whiskey, she picked it up. Raising the decanter to the painting at the back of the room, she said “I miss you. So very much. I can be strong all day, but sometimes I can’t help but fall to pieces in the dark. You know I’ve always felt more at peace and safer in the dark. Please come back to us safely. We miss you and love you.” With that, she took a large swig of the whiskey.
Lolanae sat curled up in a large velvet covered chair in the corner of the library. The dancing light of a fire illuminated the room just enough to make out of thin elven frame. Her blonde hair hung down over her shoulders. She sat twirling a silver throwing dagger in between her fingers. Tossing it up in the air slightly, Lola caught it by the blade, and without a moment’s hesitation, she threw it. The dagger embedded itself deeply in the heavy wooden door across the room with a gentle thud.
She stood up and walked towards a small table in between two book shelves. The table was packed with decanters full of aged liquors and wines. Lolanae poured herself a glass of a dark red elven wine. She sipped it slowly as she walked around the dark library, running her finger tips over the book bindings. The texture of the mix of leather and fine fabrics always felt interesting to her. As she neared the back wall of the library, she stood in front of a painting. There was a tall, red headed human. Muscular from years of battle. A thin framed wood elf with blonde hair up in a decorative bun, adorned with flowers, whose blue eyes sparkled even in the paint. Next to them, stood twin red headed elven framed girls with blue eyes as vibrant as their parents’.
Lola’s eyes turned ice cold as she looked at the painted. She screamed as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her family was her world, and at the moment it was broken. In her mind, the reasons made sense – Binuru had a duty to the paladins. Her heart, however, knew the pain her daughter’s dealt with as they slept at the other end of the house. It knew the emptiness of her husband being gone. It knew the longing of wanting just a simple hug and kiss. As her body shook with sobs, she squeezed the wine glass in her hand. The fragile glass shattered under the rogue’s strong grip and cut gashes into her palms. Blood and wine mixed together in her palm creating a stinging pain. Lolanae sat there and watched the blood drip done for a moment. A visual representation of the fracturing of her heart and the pain it brought. She grabbed the thick ribbon from her pocket that usually went in her hair and wrapped the wound on her palm.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she walked back to the table of decanters. Finding a bottle of Binuru’s whiskey, she picked it up. Raising the decanter to the painting at the back of the room, she said “I miss you. So very much. I can be strong all day, but sometimes I can’t help but fall to pieces in the dark. You know I’ve always felt more at peace and safer in the dark. Please come back to us safely. We miss you and love you.” With that, she took a large swig of the whiskey.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Waves
The lady watched the waves roll in
Slowly, magically, beautifully, forcefully
The lady dug her toes into the sand as she walked
Coarseness, Roughness, Smoothness, Softness
The lady looked out at the night sea
Wondering, waiting, longing, hoping
The lady whispered to the waves
Bring him home…
Slowly, magically, beautifully, forcefully
The lady dug her toes into the sand as she walked
Coarseness, Roughness, Smoothness, Softness
The lady looked out at the night sea
Wondering, waiting, longing, hoping
The lady whispered to the waves
Bring him home…
Friday, January 7, 2011
A New Year's Resolution...
...to write more and get it out there. I'm hoping that this will be that outlet. This blog will be my more creative writing. Roleplay, poems, stories, whatever comes out of my head. I tend to live in my head sometimes, and it's nice to have a place to dump the products of my imagination. I've always been super shy about sharing said products. One of my goal's this year is to break some of that shyness.
Enjoy!
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