Firiona Vie Everquest

Cerissa and her group stop across from the others, a distance safe enough for protection. The Iksar soldiers surround her as a protective meat shield as Rixcis stands by her side. Her Gods support her through the demons who are sewn into the fabric of her robe who hiss and moan as the garment is pushed by the gentle breeze. She lowers her eyes towards Yolinir as he rests on the ground and winks at Xarzith as she catches her gaze. “He will know permanent death should you not respect the state his being is in.”

She ignores Jetamio completely as she addresses Xarzith, “Should you wish to lose your husband forever?” She knows his mind is closed as she rests, but also is aware he can hear her voice, “Yolinir, stand. Show them the favor you have earned from Mayong. Do not cower on the ground like a crumbled lump of flesh.” Her voice lowers to a whisper as her eyes do not leave him, “Yolinir…. Rise…. Display your power.” Having seen this before Rixcis places his hands tightly on the hilt of his sword in anticipation of the mad being awakened.

Yolinar stirs from his rest and comes to a sitting position and glares with eyes of burning brimestone at Cerissa.

" What is it that you wish Cerissa? To drive me mad? That has been stopped. And control given back to me for at least now. Why would you do this? Why would you do this to someone of your own house? To someone that wished you no true harm?" he rises to his feet effortlessly, almost floating up to his feet.

" You can not have what I have, I do not even want what I have. I did this out of anger and hate and that only begets trouble and death. I am peaceful at heart, and if I was not a Wizard. I would truly be a druid, because I speak the tongue of the earth mother." he draws in a deep breath and his eyes glow brighter. " But know this. I will protect my own fuma." He takes several cleansing breaths and his eyes return to a normal dark nutty brown and he smiles.

"I would heed his words Cerissa, his spirit is obviously strong."

Stormfollower stood behind Jetamio and held her shoulders in his powerful hands. He could sense the intense evil emanating from this being who Yolanir called Cerissa. He saw the evil spirits who she thought she controlled, whirling about her in the spirit realm. The Nothron shaman had witnessed the calling of demons in the past and knew the heavy price thier summoners paid in the afterlife when the roles of slave and master became reversed. In this case he knew the soul of this one was already paying that price as it was clear she no longer had possession of it. But the soul of Yolanir was a different matter, It was tangible to him. And though not fully returned to the wizards body, he could see it grasping back towards him from the blackness of the etherflow, grappling with the wraiths and demons who sought to draw it back into oblivion. A strong spirit indeed! A soul with a will this indomitable he had not seen in some time, possibly ever.

"Can`t you see? You have no power over him anymore."

"My Mistress Jetamio, I have spurned your gift in haste, and I ask for your forgiveness in this. I acted without thought and did not think about how my actions would hurt others. I thought to save this one you see before me, but it seems I was mistaken and she is beyond being saved and is lost to the darkness forever. She only wished to posses a greater power of evil, an evil that resides in me now and tries to gain the upper hand." his smile fades to a dark frown.

" And I have tried to get someone else to end my life twice tonight to get rid of it think that is the only way to do so. Can you find it in your heart to help me onto the true path once again? To cleanse my body of this affliction of my soul. For it weighs heavily on my heart and surely heavily on my fuma"

Cerissa smiles, genuinely smiles, towards Yolinir as he stirs and wakes until she sees his angry eyes. His anger feeds her desires and the dark grin of Innoruuk and Cazic Thule slips across her face like the dusky veil of death. “I simply wish,,,,” she pauses a moment as a smirk appears on her face, “you.”

As he rambles on her facial expression does not change, “Why would I do this to someone of the house? A better question is why wouldn’t I? Why wouldn’t I want to help them reach their full potential? You have the power, the gift, and you throw it all away for a weaklings life.”

Shaking her head she sighs knowing his gift has already left him, she whispers an incantation and the portions of his soul woven within her robe are released and hurry back towards him. “You began this journey stronger than….” her words cut off by Stormfollower she glares at him. “He was strong. He is weakened. He has no power of his own," she pauses looking towards Xarzith, "unless his wife remove her collar from his neck.”

Her words spat out with contempt she returns a glare towards Yolinir, “Use caution with that life, Yolinir. It may be shorter than you think.” She looks over at Jetamio and her eyes lower towards her swollen belly for a moment. As she rises she senses the unborn childs uneasiness at having a carrier of death so near where life attempts to grow. Demons whisper through her words as she looks at Jetamio and grins, “Yes, one must use caution, with the shortness of life.”

She watches as Yolinir appears to beg for a weaker life and shakes her head slowly. She cannot believe he would give up such strength so easily and sighs. “You are too weak to walk within the dark.” Cerissa whispers the incantation written on the parchment and tosses it into the air, her eyes set on Yolinir as the parchment shatters into millions of pieces in the sky and begins flittering down becoming a murder of crows surrounding her group. As the birds fly off the group is gone.

(( Very well played, everyone. *smiles* Thank you for allowing me to participate (aka be annoying :p ), I now take my leave. But, being the nosey person I am, will follow this post. *winks*

Thank you again. *smiles bowing out* ))

Jetamio felt the child stir within her at Cerissa's dark look, the first she had felt yet from this child. Feeling a surge of anger, she raises her hand with lightning crackling around her fist. But then Cerissa is gone. Jetamio's shudders involuntarily, and instead releases the energy to the sky above. Within seconds rain begins to fall, soaking them all.

She looked between Yolanir and Xar'zith, the latter kneeling on the ground staring into nothing obviously distraught. Jetamio worried about her, the recent events were evidently taking their toll on the normally stoic assassin. She thought to ask why she kept such evil in her House but decided right now probably wasn't the time.

She leans back into Stormfollowers arms, glad for his ever present comfort while she met Yolanir's eyes.

"Is your desire genuine? Or do you wish it only because Xar'zith wants you to?" She wasn't entirely sure what Cerissa meant by her having a collar on him, she had never noticed Xar'zith to be a demanding woman. But if he did not want it for his own reasons, then what were the chances he would not do it again? While Mogadeche might be gone, Tajer was still loose and living in his home. Temptation would always be under his nose, though Jetamio doubted Tajer would break her vow. But who knew what the future held? Maybe Tajer would grant the demon-child the power she so craved.

She shook her head of the thoughts and focused on the here and now...on Yolanir's dark eyes as she awaited his answer.

"Sadly, I want it almost more than anything. The only thing I would want more would be for my wife to be happy and not have to deal with a person such as I am. I am not Teir'dal, so I am sure there are many things that cause her problems with just that fact alone." sighs deeply and his frame visible softens around the edges not in relaxation but defeat.

" I have often wondered if I where Teir'dal would it make her life easier. Would it be easier. I think my mind is in a state of total confusion right now. All I know if that I have caused great pain and hardship on the persons around me and a rift now it would seem in the castle. I have no vithing way to know what the future holds for me. "

He stands and walks over to a rose bush that is not in bloom at the moment and leans over and whispers to it nonsenical words it would seem, but the bush shudders and he turns around with a pink rose in full bloom and walks to Jetamio and holds it out for her.

"This is one of the things that keeps me confused. How can I do this, I don't even understand what I'm saying to the plant. Yet it gave this to me, how can I take life while only wanting life to thrive?" after she takes the rose he kneels down at her feet and breaks out in tears, the blood dropping to the ground staining it with red splatters. "what am I to do?"

Xar'zith finally gets up and kneels beside him in front of Jetamio. She takes his hands.

"Yolanir, if I did not love you, or want you as you are, I would not have married you in the first place. It is the monster in your blood that makes me keep my distance, you do not always have control. I care not the colour of your skin. I don't care what Neriak thinks of my marriage to you, there are enough other Firstborn to go without my bloodline. They gave up the right to tell me who to mate when they stripped me of my birthright. Why can't you accept that I love you?"

he accepts her hands with his and sighs. " My love, I accept you for the mystery you are to me, and somehow I have a hard time accepting who I am or was or am to become. I started down a path to prevent something, but only ended up hurrying it to a inevitable ending" he kisses her lips lightly.

"Xar I love you with my soul and it is bound to you, yours to have as you please. I have acted poorly and ask for your forgiveness. And also to ask Jetamio of what I should do about my gift of Nature, for it haunts me that I destroy so much."

The Druid had listened silently as the two exchanged words. He seemed genuinely repentant, but one could never be sure with the Sanguine. They could be very charismatic and persuasive.

"Think not about what you have destroyed, but to the future and what you can give back. You must cherish what you are given, cherish your life, that of your wife and of your children and future children. Cherish your gardens, anything that lives and sings to you. I can not do that for you Yolanir. I can give you back your mortality, but you must take back your life, make your own choices and be proud of who and what you are. Without that desire to live, my blood is of little use to you."

wipes the blood tears from his face and smiles a small smile. "Yes, without that desire life has no meaning. Yet I live even as I am now for my fuma."

She nods, seemingly satisfied. She looks to Xar'zith, and holds out her hand palm up.

"If you would be so kind as to lend me your skill..."

The Assassin looked up at her questioningly, but Jetamio simply nodded. Standing up, Xar'zith drew her icy blade and ran it accross the druid's palm. Blood began to well up in her hand and she clenched her fist and held it near Yolanir's head, careful not to drip it on him.

"More than a drop or two will destroy you outright..." A flicker of angst crossed her face as she remembered Kalsari's sacrifice. "You may have strange visions and dreams, Tensirea was able to recount events in my life that first time. I believe that is an ability of some of your kind. You will sleep though, and will not wake for many hours while the damage is being reversed. I will watch over you until you wake. Now drink, before I heal."

He leans forward and lets the blood trickle to his lips and he licks them clean. He takes a sharp intake of air as the blood hits his system and falls to the ground at the shock of the initial pain and then his mind is a blur with images and sounds and he is glad for the bliss of sleep when it takes him, rolling onto his side his mind wanders with the crash of memories.

Once she was sure he was sleeping soundly, she and the others carried him inside and lay him on a pile of furs near the fireplace. Jetamio took a nearby seat and sat cross legged upon it. She had never actually watched the process, and she was curious.

The first time had been accidental...curing Tensirea's affliction had not even crossed her mind. Her friend had then locked herself in her room for a night and Jetamio had known nothing of her 'cure' until the following day when she had come back to find Tensirea standing in the midday sun staring at her own reflection. Zeph had slept peacefully upstairs while Jetamio had shown the others some of her past, and Kalsari did not live past the second drop.

She watched as Xar'zith took another seat nearby, her expression unreadable, more like her normal self. The druid turned her attention back to Yolanir. She knew nothing would wake him just now, but she still remained silent. She did however smile faintly when he took his first breath.

soft words are mumbled in his sleep, he stirs restlessly, yet sleeps soundly.

"Xar'zith...." he mumbles