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Post by Ashen Windsong on Jun 3, 2014 18:40:56 GMT -6
Ashen continues to check the supplies, writing down everything she had and still needed to gather. she smelt the meat she had placed on the smoke racks was nearly done.
'that will be 3 days worth of meat, dried and ready for...gods above, thirteen people...that's if Kil, and Fallen accept my help... I hope they do...if anything happens to them...' Ashen closed her eyes, breathing a heavy sigh. this life style was harder then she care to admit. constantly worrying , constantly thinking constantly deciding the fate of things and constantly fighting for safety, food shelter...it was draining. she opened her eyes and continued to count and write everything she saw in front of her.
'Shit! we are so low on herbs...AGIAN! if anyone got an infection, we wouldn't have enough to help but one person! where did all my Herbs go?! I swear if Freyan took them and didn't go gathering im putting him on Barn duty for a full moon cycle!' she growled as she cursed in her mind.
finishing up she wrote down the last of the list with the charcoal in her hand and parchment, she checked on the whelp rooms. after everything looking to be in check, she started to head up the stairs. as she began to climb she noticed a completely dry blood stain on the planks. Ashen looked upon it only for a moment, as her gazed moved slowly the infirmary. she could see invasions of her caring Fallen that one fateful day. as if lead by a specter she followed and couldn't help but find herself heading into the medical room. shaking her head free of the visions she looked forward once more. 'might as well check the status in here as well...wouldn't want one of the more important rooms falling apart if we have to attend to the wounded.'
looking around she noticed everything was in check, cloths where restocked, vials of crystal clear water. sharpened tools and extra clothing spread across the room in proper enclosed loations, except one misplaced item. an blood stained arrow, Ashen could help but pick it up. the feathers where stiff from sweat and old melted snow, the wood felt rough to the touch. 'for an assassins arrow this was hastily made...he was damn lucky this thing didn't break upon firing...how did it even get though his armor? let alone how deep it went into his skin' as she thought this cheeks reddened slightly. as thoughts of past events raced in her head, her hand moved to the arrows tip. slight pain displayed on her face suddenly as she thoughts stopped, she quickly moved her hand away.'owch! blasted thing is still sharp'
Ashen looked at her hand, her index finger had a deep cut almost perfectly centered on her finger. breathing out a heavy sigh she placed her bleeding finger in her mouth, sucking the blood from her little wound. 'why have I grown so carless? why do I keep thinking of things I shouldn't as the most foolish of times.... I seem to be getting all sorts of bumps cuts and bruises because of this. gods above I nearly feel into the bonfire because of these thoughts....' she scolded. her eyes slightly widened however, as she heard slight movement upstairs.
"I thought I was home alone" she whispered to herself. she listened carefully trying to figure out who had intruded into her home. she had been on edge sense her last curse attack, and so many knowing her home location, she place her hand from her mouth to her dagger, and listened. |
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Drethiel
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Post by Drethiel on Jun 8, 2014 23:47:51 GMT -6
The Silver Scale lay dormant, yet pensive. Drethiel paced the common area upstairs, thinking about Ragnarok, and what could possibly be done to save his relatively new home and its inhabitants. A deep and troubled sigh escaped his lips, and he planted his palms on the surface of the table in a rough motion. It wasn’t often that responsibility plagued him like this, but for Ashen, it seemed as though this exception was made automatically. He had become rather attached to her – scarily attached, and it seemed that for the first time he had formed a true alliance, a friendship, even. It had been long since Dreth’s own intentions revolved around actually helping people, and saving them from certain death in particular.
This may very well kill me. Thought the angel.
He closed his eyes, and heard a noise stirring in the basement. Ashen, I assume. He thought, recognizing the stealth nature of the movements. If only the rest were nearby, this would be so, so much easier. Swallowing hard, Dreth looked towards the stairs. In order to exact his plan perfectly, he would need a great power that he alone did not wield. A soul would have to be tapped into, sacrificed, and shattered. The wave of energy from doing so had a fifty-fifty chance of allowing him to protect the Silver Scale from all the effects of Ragnarok, including any blows that could possibly be caused by Doomsday-bringing spells. I may not be the most powerful on this plane, but trying is my only choice if I am to keep my safe haven intact. Frowning, he called to Ashen.
“Ashen. Where is the soul I gave you?” His voice was raised, and it cracked at first, making him sound on edge. Clearing his throat, he realized that it had been long since he had audibly spoken to anyone. His planning and plotting, and looking for loopholes in ethereal powers had him holed up for days in an ice dome built for silence and concentration. “I have an idea that just might work. We must gather everyone here quickly, or I'll need to expend more energy to gather them by force.” He grimaced, and looked out the window upon grey skies.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Jun 9, 2014 0:05:43 GMT -6
Ashens Cat like ears perked up at the sound of a familiar tone. "Drethiel?!" Ashen called back. 'soul? rooks mothers soul? what does he want with that?' removing her hand from her dagger, now with slight blood on it. she went upstairs to see Dreth as he explained he had an idea.
She smiled when she saw him. "you have a plan? finally some good news I hope. everyone is still gathering for the events to come. I hope they will be home soon. what do you need rooks mother's soul for?" she questioned as she continued to walk to the other set of stairs. walking to the location of where she hid the soul from prying eyes.
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Drethiel
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Post by Drethiel on Jun 9, 2014 0:59:09 GMT -6
Drethiel exhaled, relieved to see Ashen going to bring him the soul. "I need the energy that lies within that soul, as it's already at my disposal. I need to be stronger. Either way, I will be leaving this body for the entirety of this plan." His face held a mixture of relief to be rid of the female body, and fatigue, feeling that going out of this way to possess this particular body never served its purpose, and was a waste of time and energy. "Ashen, I will be spreading out my soul with the help of the that one's energy upon its destruction, to place an aura on the Silver Scale. In other words, I will be encapsulating this place in an ice membrane, and this body will be it's anchor." He made eye contact with her, and spoke seriously. "The soul of Rook's mom will be the sacrifice that's necessary to save us all. I cannot do this alone." Dreth looked around, hoping the others would gather soon before he executed his long distance gathering project.
"Unless you present to me another option, I will not be changing my mind." He spoke quietly.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Jun 9, 2014 1:18:55 GMT -6
Ashen stopped in her tracks 'Sacrificed?!?!?! that's Rook's MOTHER...expanding your soul? you can do that without dyeing? ' she turned to look at drethiel, she didn't bother hiding her worried look and widened eyes.
"that sounds like it will kill you, are you sure about this? Drethiel if your going to die protecting the Silver Scale ill think of another way to protect everyone! your part of this family! no one will be killed for the good of the many" She panicked. Fear beginning to well up within her stomach. her shoulder began to burn with the curse. "spreading your Soul like that, NOT even Val can do, least I don't think she can...can she?...besides...to sacrifice a soul?! Rook's mother is innocent, she doesn't deserve to be shattered like that...." Her voice trailed off as she held her right shoulder with her injured hand. her eyes and gaze dropped down the floor as she recalled what she had done to Rook, not only a few nights ago.
Her ears perked up again as she heard of Drethiels offer to 'another option' earlier that day, she had acquired a demonic soul from a lesser demon. 'maybe...' she looked back at drethiel, hoping she would get the answer she was looking for. "what about a lesser demonic soul? would that be better then Rook's mother?"
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