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Gilliadson
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"Consider us being here as peace of mind for her." Began the knight. "She will be unconscious for a short while. That in itself can give one some feelings of doubt. We know you are coming to cure her and not harm her. The more on hand to protect her during this time, the better. You and Lady Jetamio are not on our list of concerns as far as her safety goes. We have run together for how long now? Surely you cannot think that we are here to stand against you. We are only here to stand for Kalsari."
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Stormfollower
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Stormfollower nodded in acnowlegement to Gilliadsons reply and took a long hard look at Kalsari. He had seen her in action and was certain any that might choose to come against her would be able to throw off the knight with little effort. Stormfollower supposed he was just being a gallant friend to her as paladins were want to be. He would not comment on this lest it diminish the kind gesture to seaming as bravado. Gilliadson had a good point, If Kalsari had any enemies who wished her death this might be a prime opportunity for them to bring it to her. He should be more aware of his surroundings he thought.
He streached his minds eye out into the spirit realm once more noting, amoungst other subtle signs, the auras around each of his companions. Light blues greens and goldens swirled around them and bespoke volumes of thier inner beings, Each one a unique pattern and colour all unto themselves, But when he looked about Kalsari he saw nothing. And to this fact he spoke quietly though none present might glean his true meaning.
"The best and most beautifull things in the world are not seen, but felt in the heart."
He streached his minds eye out into the spirit realm once more noting, amoungst other subtle signs, the auras around each of his companions. Light blues greens and goldens swirled around them and bespoke volumes of thier inner beings, Each one a unique pattern and colour all unto themselves, But when he looked about Kalsari he saw nothing. And to this fact he spoke quietly though none present might glean his true meaning.
"The best and most beautifull things in the world are not seen, but felt in the heart."
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Kalsari's icy gaze swept over them all, resting a moment longer on the youngest. This child of unconditional love made her a little uneasy, the complete opposite of her own people who hated unconditionally. Then she met Jetamio's gaze, unflinching against the Druids scrutiny. She sensed her curiousity, even a little doubt. Kalsari frowned slightly and moved a little away from what seemed to her a gathering crowd. She knew they meant no harm, but she needed a little space to think. She watched the druid, occasionally glancing at the shaman.
Kalsari's icy gaze swept over them all, resting a moment longer on the youngest. This child of unconditional love made her a little uneasy, the complete opposite of her own people who hated unconditionally. Then she met Jetamio's gaze, unflinching against the Druids scrutiny. She sensed her curiousity, even a little doubt. Kalsari frowned slightly and moved a little away from what seemed to her a gathering crowd. She knew they meant no harm, but she needed a little space to think. She watched the druid, occasionally glancing at the shaman.
Jetamio stepped forward, standing right before Kalsari and met her eyes as though searching her soul. The rogue was a little taller but younger looking, having been barely more than a girl when Tajer found her. Thinking of human years, Jetamio reckoned she couldn't have been much older than sixteen when Turned. She knew she was mortal on that fateful night years ago, so knew she could not be anymore than thirty years. For elven kind, she was still very young.
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
Kalsari paused a moment then nodded. Jetamio studied her then looked at Stormfollower to see his thoughts on that matter, though the final say was always with herself. It was her blood afterall.
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
Kalsari paused a moment then nodded. Jetamio studied her then looked at Stormfollower to see his thoughts on that matter, though the final say was always with herself. It was her blood afterall.
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Gilliadson
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Gilliadson and Sineliniel stepped back to give Jetamio and Kalsari some room. Myrikel watched with the intense curiosity that a fourteen year old would have.
Most undeads would be mortal enemies to this child, but then most undeads were not much more than shells of their former selves, tortured souls begging for release from their undead state. Part of the reason why they generally attacked any who passed near enough to them.
The Sanguine, as they prefered to call themselves, were in many ways more like the living. It seemed that they had the best of both worlds with the exception of the hunger. They were immortal as were any other undead but they were also much more intelligent and capapble as the living. While many could control it for some time, the hunger would eventually consume them to the point of being not much more than the vampires of Mistmoore's Catacombs. Kalsari appeared to be an even rarer form, A day walker and one who seemed to keep mer hunger well under control. Here she was now, though looking to rejoin the living. While immortality may seem like a blessing at first, it's curse would become quite apparent as an immortal would bury not only his own children but also his grandchildren and so on not to mention countless wives and lovers. Eventually one would tire of life and wish for release.
Myrikel knew that Kalsari's people were the complete opposite of her but she also knew that love existed in every living creature to some degree.
Even most of the Teir`Dal nurtured their children.
"You now have the gift to bring love to the surface of any creature, no matter how deeply it is buried. You need just smile and will it to be so. But use this gift wisely. Not every buried love should be brought out into the open." The words from Lithian echoed in her mind.
"Who or what do you love, Kalsari?" Myrikel thought to herself. Myrikel fought back the urge to use her gift. "It is not time."
Most undeads would be mortal enemies to this child, but then most undeads were not much more than shells of their former selves, tortured souls begging for release from their undead state. Part of the reason why they generally attacked any who passed near enough to them.
The Sanguine, as they prefered to call themselves, were in many ways more like the living. It seemed that they had the best of both worlds with the exception of the hunger. They were immortal as were any other undead but they were also much more intelligent and capapble as the living. While many could control it for some time, the hunger would eventually consume them to the point of being not much more than the vampires of Mistmoore's Catacombs. Kalsari appeared to be an even rarer form, A day walker and one who seemed to keep mer hunger well under control. Here she was now, though looking to rejoin the living. While immortality may seem like a blessing at first, it's curse would become quite apparent as an immortal would bury not only his own children but also his grandchildren and so on not to mention countless wives and lovers. Eventually one would tire of life and wish for release.
Myrikel knew that Kalsari's people were the complete opposite of her but she also knew that love existed in every living creature to some degree.
Even most of the Teir`Dal nurtured their children.
"You now have the gift to bring love to the surface of any creature, no matter how deeply it is buried. You need just smile and will it to be so. But use this gift wisely. Not every buried love should be brought out into the open." The words from Lithian echoed in her mind.
"Who or what do you love, Kalsari?" Myrikel thought to herself. Myrikel fought back the urge to use her gift. "It is not time."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
She didn't exactly want to. She loved being what she was, her strength, her speed and agility. But she had been betrayed, enthralled by one she loved like a father or and uncle, her affection for him warped into love. He had bonded them like mates, meaning she could never bond with another. Then he had turned from her, despite her giving him a son, leaving her tormented by the love she felt for him. All she felt these days was angst and jealousy of the other women to whom he gave attention while ignoring her.
But now she wanted to know if her love for him was genuine, her own feelings or the lingering effect of his thrall. And now it came to here in this place where she was barely tolerated at times, that she would sacrifice her sought after immortality for the chance to know if she truelly knew love or not.
She simply nodded.
She didn't exactly want to. She loved being what she was, her strength, her speed and agility. But she had been betrayed, enthralled by one she loved like a father or and uncle, her affection for him warped into love. He had bonded them like mates, meaning she could never bond with another. Then he had turned from her, despite her giving him a son, leaving her tormented by the love she felt for him. All she felt these days was angst and jealousy of the other women to whom he gave attention while ignoring her.
But now she wanted to know if her love for him was genuine, her own feelings or the lingering effect of his thrall. And now it came to here in this place where she was barely tolerated at times, that she would sacrifice her sought after immortality for the chance to know if she truelly knew love or not.
She simply nodded.
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Stormfollower
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As she nodded Stormfollower watched angry flares crackle up from around Kalsaris shoulders. Her conspicuously missing aura now revealed its self to him at that nod. The tendrils of its silvery energy swiflty spread out for an instant across her upper torso before shrinking unpercieved back inside her strong body. This troubled the shaman deeply. He had thought these sanguin bereft of spirit completely once fully turned, but there it was. an aura of some kind had indeed shown itself proving that long held belief to be wrong. Could it be some part of the orriginal spirit still lingered within her? Did it still pationately strive to stay immortal against some urging from an outside influence or was this the specter of what controlled all these creatures showing itself in rebellion against Kalsaris true soul? So sure just monents before when Jetamio had looked at him, now he was confused.
He reached out and touched Jetamios arm.
He reached out and touched Jetamios arm.
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Gilliadson
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That day in the Emerald Jungle had given the knight much to think about over the years. Much of what he believed that he knew about the Sanguine had been torn down by this one's act of kindness. She had shown him that, at some level, honor and compassion existed in this breed. The few encounters the two of them had shared over the last fourteen circles had reinforced what he had seen that day. Gilliadson was not delusional though, Kalsari was not a force for good but neither was she a force for evil. The knight was content with that. Few of her race left the path of darkness to follow the light for the path of light was most difficult and many times required much personal sacrifice.
Gilliadson knew that Kalsari had powerful enemies and could tell in Stormfollower's eyes as he acknowledged the knight's willingness to stand guard, that the shaman still seriously underestimated him. Gilliadson had grown quite powerful over the course of the last fourteen circles, as had his wife and then there was still Myrikel. While she may not have the seasoning of many circles under her belt yet, she was still a force to be reckoned with. She had, after all, been instrumental in defeating Innoruuk's latest attack on Norrath with just a smile, which had ultimately returned her great-grandfather to them.
Sineliniel watched Kalsari and smiled warmly.
"Dear lady, we truly wish the best for you. I only wish that one day you will come to see and accept the friendship that we have strived to offer you." Sineliniel thought to herself. "You saved my beloved and myself when it would have been easier to just remove us from the land. For that we will always be grateful."
Gilliadson knew that Kalsari had powerful enemies and could tell in Stormfollower's eyes as he acknowledged the knight's willingness to stand guard, that the shaman still seriously underestimated him. Gilliadson had grown quite powerful over the course of the last fourteen circles, as had his wife and then there was still Myrikel. While she may not have the seasoning of many circles under her belt yet, she was still a force to be reckoned with. She had, after all, been instrumental in defeating Innoruuk's latest attack on Norrath with just a smile, which had ultimately returned her great-grandfather to them.
Sineliniel watched Kalsari and smiled warmly.
"Dear lady, we truly wish the best for you. I only wish that one day you will come to see and accept the friendship that we have strived to offer you." Sineliniel thought to herself. "You saved my beloved and myself when it would have been easier to just remove us from the land. For that we will always be grateful."
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"And now the time has come Kalsari. To throw off forever the shackles of spiritual domination by a force outside yourself. Give up the drinking from the blood of others. Give up your Sanguin powers of hightened perception, its promise of eternal unaging, and its dark gifts of preternatural strength and speed. Be whole in and of thyself as nature meant you to be." He folded his arms and cast his gaze hard apon Kalsari. "Whether you show us good will or not, thine own soul is at stake here. And all fair gratitudes aside, I fear for it still. Untill I see with mine own eyes the renewal of your former self by the return of your Truesoul I cannot feel at peace for thee. And though it mote be for thyself you do this now, It is for all here to benifit from it."
The secent of blood was intoxicating. For all it was a mere drip the Druid offered, it did not stop the beast stirring. Kalsari stepped forwards and started to open her mouth when suddenly she stopped. Suddenly the ever present link to her lover stopped. She was not old enough nor wise enough to realise that he simply embraced the long Sleep. She did not notice Tajer's concern lacked panic or grief, the Priestess understood. But all Kalsari noticed was the silence, the lack of him. She had been told the only way to break the bond was death.
Suddenly the Assassin howled in fresh anguish. Gods above what was she doing? She couldn't live with him...but she couldn't live without him either. In her grief, her hold over the beast loosend slightly and she felt it rise. She stopped crying and turned to look at Jetamio again. The Druid was watching her, albeit with a rather quizzical look, but Kalsari's eyes drifted to her bloody hand. Again she felt the beast stir, the tingling in her face before the change.
And then a cunning idea formed in her head. She would not simply get rid of the beast from herself. No, she would destroy it. She knew if she let loose it would avoid the Druid, sensing her difference. But while she was still in control she could guide it to its destruction. People always said too much of a good thing could kill you too, right?
"Forgive me" she whispered then suddenly leapt up in a blinding move, all the speed and grace of the Sanguine, languishing in these last few moments of being what she loved. She grabbed Jetamio from behind her neck and pulled her close before sinking long fangs into her oaken flesh. Then she let go of the beast, saying her goodbye to the world as she let it destroy itself in the blood it so craved...
Suddenly the Assassin howled in fresh anguish. Gods above what was she doing? She couldn't live with him...but she couldn't live without him either. In her grief, her hold over the beast loosend slightly and she felt it rise. She stopped crying and turned to look at Jetamio again. The Druid was watching her, albeit with a rather quizzical look, but Kalsari's eyes drifted to her bloody hand. Again she felt the beast stir, the tingling in her face before the change.
And then a cunning idea formed in her head. She would not simply get rid of the beast from herself. No, she would destroy it. She knew if she let loose it would avoid the Druid, sensing her difference. But while she was still in control she could guide it to its destruction. People always said too much of a good thing could kill you too, right?
"Forgive me" she whispered then suddenly leapt up in a blinding move, all the speed and grace of the Sanguine, languishing in these last few moments of being what she loved. She grabbed Jetamio from behind her neck and pulled her close before sinking long fangs into her oaken flesh. Then she let go of the beast, saying her goodbye to the world as she let it destroy itself in the blood it so craved...
Jetamio was too stunned to react at first. As soon as she felt teeth in her neck, images, feelings, memories flashed across her minds eye, a strange jumble of Kalsari's mind and her own. She had been bitten before in the battles in Dreadspire against the Vampire Demi-God, but never more than a scratch though they hurt like hell. Nothing like this, this ecstacy. Whatever Kalsari had had in mind when she grabbed her, she hadn't intended to cause pain.
But when she felt the first rather large mouthful of her blood drain into the Sanguine she finally got over her initial surprise. She sensed Kalsari's abandonment of her physical body, and as she felt the second, stronger draw on her neck she reacted voilently, shoving the vampire away even as she incanted a spell. But her fire wasn't needed. The vampire quaked here it had fallen, its whole body shaking voilently. It tried to look up at Jetamio, then disintegrated in a blaze of golden light.
When the light faded, Jetamio dropped to her knees oblivious of the blood still flowing down her neck where she had pushed the vampire with such force and ripped her own skin. Already the wounds were starting to heal, the flow of blood slowing.
"Kalsari." was all she said and she silently mourned the Assassin.
But when she felt the first rather large mouthful of her blood drain into the Sanguine she finally got over her initial surprise. She sensed Kalsari's abandonment of her physical body, and as she felt the second, stronger draw on her neck she reacted voilently, shoving the vampire away even as she incanted a spell. But her fire wasn't needed. The vampire quaked here it had fallen, its whole body shaking voilently. It tried to look up at Jetamio, then disintegrated in a blaze of golden light.
When the light faded, Jetamio dropped to her knees oblivious of the blood still flowing down her neck where she had pushed the vampire with such force and ripped her own skin. Already the wounds were starting to heal, the flow of blood slowing.
"Kalsari." was all she said and she silently mourned the Assassin.
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Stormfollower
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Jetamio rarely cried, and certainly never in front of people. Til now. Tears streamed down her face and she turned to Stormfollower, burying her face in his chest as she sobbed.
"She...she destroyed it....and herself, she didn't want to go on without her love." She sobbed some more before speaking again, the visions from Kalsari still fresh in her minds eye, particularly one of a boy with voilet eyes. His name came to her and she wondered what would happen to him now. "She left her son....she left him." She fell quiet, only the occasionally sob from Storms arms.
((This hadn't been the original planned outcome lol. But due to guild RP, I have renamed Kalsari to Xarzith and RP killed Kalsari off. I didn't want to reroll a 75 rogue (again) so requested a name change. Xarzith is in no way at all Kalsari, she is completely separate. ))
"She...she destroyed it....and herself, she didn't want to go on without her love." She sobbed some more before speaking again, the visions from Kalsari still fresh in her minds eye, particularly one of a boy with voilet eyes. His name came to her and she wondered what would happen to him now. "She left her son....she left him." She fell quiet, only the occasionally sob from Storms arms.
((This hadn't been the original planned outcome lol. But due to guild RP, I have renamed Kalsari to Xarzith and RP killed Kalsari off. I didn't want to reroll a 75 rogue (again) so requested a name change. Xarzith is in no way at all Kalsari, she is completely separate. ))