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Beyond the Nethergate - Chapter 11 - DT/DS Crossover

Re: Beyond the Nethergate - Chapter 5 - DT/DS Crossover

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Re: Beyond the Nethergate - Chapter 6 - DT/DS Crossover

Postby SFI » Mon Jul 10, 2017 6:03 pm

”What are you saying!?” His voice echoed in the small room. His mate was struggling to breath, his hand almost crushing her throat in anger. “Are you saying… are you saying that this entire mess is your fault?”
“Death…” She was whimpering, had in fact been crying before he had even thrown her against the solid stone walls of his fortress. “Please… I…”
“It’s your fault… that he is like that?” The firstborn Nephilim snarled, hand twitching around her neck.
“Creator’s grace!” Someone entered the room, having heard the commotion. “Death, calm down! You’re killing her!” Sandy brown hands closed around the one hand holding the fae aloft. “What are you doing?”
“It’s her… her people. They did this.” The Nephilim snarled, glaring at the angel that was interfering. “They have been doing this for ages! All those deaths… It was them…”
Waes’soloth was sobbing. “Please, I…”
“Let her go.” The angel in question had been Azrael. “It’s quite obvious they neither knew the result, nor that she had anything to do with this! Killing her will not undo this.”

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
“Waes?” Kel’noz asked softly. Hile’wen had left to try and figure out how to break the recent changes to the other factions, while he had stayed behind just a while longer before heading out to return to his mother. “You zoned out there.”
“Just remembering some things.” The once-Beldrobbaen sighed. “About how they found out.”
“That bad?” He moved closer, hesitantly reaching for her hand.
“Yes.” She turned to him. “The realization of what the Nether-arts do did not exactly come an opportune moment. They nearly killed me…”
“Did they…” He gestured hesitantly to her scars.
“Oh no.” She lifted her free hand. “Nono, he was stopped before he came to actual violence. But I could see in his eyes that he would have killed me if not stopped. And I can’t blame him for it…”
“Considering he tried to kill you for the actions of others, I certainly can.” The mercenary-son stated sharply. “Not to mention you have always hated the Nether-arts, to the point of threatening your own school if Orthorrbae did not stop it.”
“Trust me, there were mitigating circumstances I can’t tell you right now. Give me until their ambassadors arrive and I can.” She smiled lightly at him, taking his hands with both of hers. “I will tell you everything, my wolf… well, within reason.”
“But that one is among them?” He almost demanded, relaxing a little when she nodded. “Alright then, I’ll let it slide. For now.” He smiled weakly, leaning his forehead against hers. “Sharess, how did things get weird so fast?”
“If you think this weird, you might want to go on vacation while the rest goes down.” She closed her eyes in content. “I guess you’ll be returning to Quain’tana now?”
“I’ll have to. We’re kinda in the middle of war against the Sharen, as you might have missed.” He chuckled weakly.
“Well, excuse me for falling into a different world.” Waes’soloth flatly countered, moving back a little. “Try not to get yourself killed by Quain.”
“I’ll try my best.” He snorted, letting go of her.
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Re: Beyond the Nethergate - Chapter 7 - DT/DS Crossover

Postby SFI » Sun Aug 06, 2017 5:00 pm

“Are you certain of that?” Quain’tana was quite frankly not believing her son. Considering what he told her, few would blame her for that.
“I can assure you I can tell Waes from an impostor easily still.” Kel’noz had decided that bluntness was the smartest way of informing his mother of what had happened in the Beldrobbaen-fortress.
“I’m just saying that it is quite convenient that apparently there is a new enemy we need to pay attention right now to just as the Sharen are on their last legs.” The Mercenary Queen stated dryly. “Forgive me for doubting the sincerity of ‘her’ statements.”
He frowned a bit, but had to acquiesce the point. “But if the ambassadors come as she claims, you’ll listen to them?”
“Until I know whether they are as a much a threat as she seems to think, I’d be an idiot to ignore them.” The red-armoured female pointed out. “Any idea when they come?”
“Soon, I have been informed. Something about having to ensure a more stable portal.” Kel’noz shrugged lightly.
“What the nether are they doing over there?”
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
“Hello Quain’tana.” She heard a raspy voice greet her upon arrival. “I take it Kel’noz talked to you already?”
“Indeed.” The Sarghress watched the former Beldrobbaen with narrowed eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Making a proper gateway.” Waes’soloth briefly looked away from where she was working on the room-wall. “You would not believe how painful traveling through portals is otherwise.”
“I do remember your screams.” The Mercenary Queen answered softly. “I can imagine.”
The other female flinched lightly at the reminder. “I was unconscious for days after that one. Apparently, they spend hours fixing all the damage to my body from what trip.”
The taller female moved closer, studying the other.
“Checking to see if I am really me?” The dark-clothed female asked with amusement.
“No.” Quain shook her head lightly. “I trust Kel’noz. If he says you are you with the conviction he did, I am going to trust his statement.”
“huh. Did not expect that.” Waes mused lightly. “Must have been very disappointing when you found I and he slept together… quite often, I might add.”
“He could have picked worse.” The Sarghress moved over to the table, leaning against it. “So you really think those people will come here in force over nether summoning?”
“If diplomacy fails, yes.” It was a blunt answer. “Quain, every demon that comes through a nether-gate was a living being on their side. And not every soul that gets ripped out of their given body makes it through a gate. Even a banishing-gate like the Kyorl use costs them lives. The moment they found out what caused it, many lesser factions started petitioning the main political players to do something about it.”
“With ‘it’ being us, in this case.” Quain’tana rolled her eyes. “Lovely timing, I must say.”
“Excuse me for taking a while to learn how to portal.” Waes’soloth graced her with a small smile. “Besides, I am surprised it is taking over twenty years for you to deal with the Sharen. From what Hile’wen told me, you should have been able to steamroll over them easily.”
“A massive rampage would have done that, yes. But it would have cost me people I could have spared with just taking a bit longer.” The Sarghress looked at the circle being elevated from the wall. “When do you think this’ll be finished?”
“I suspect sometime tomorrow, depending on how I exhausted I am making the entire circle.” Waes pulled a sketch from a pocket in her clothes. “The activation will take a lot as well. Much like operating a golem.”
Someone knocked on the door.
“More visitors, Waes’soloth.” Hile’wen stated, stepping aside lightly. “Ambassadors of the clans.”
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Re: Beyond the Nethergate - Chapter 8 - DT/DS Crossover

Postby SFI » Tue Aug 15, 2017 6:49 pm

“So what do you think of this… development?” Ash’waren had joined Quain’tana in the Sarghress-fortress. “Waes’soloth ‘back’ and apparently ambassadors of a different world coming here over Nether-summoning of all things.”
“It’s certainly not anything I’d like, but to ignore people that can travel between ‘worlds’ with their bodies intact certainly should not be dismissed just like that.” The Sarghress muttered, leaning against the wall of her room. “If that is truly what happened there.”
“I heard you send Kel’noz.”
“No doubt the Sharen send someone as well.” The Mercenary Queen gestured to the general direction of the Sharen and Beldrobbaen-strongholds. “They’d be fools to not have someone play welcoming-committee.”
“I can’t help but wonder how said ambassadors want to get this agreement of theirs of the ground.” The Sullisin’rune mused. “We can’t even agree on who should rule this cavern. How do they intend to make sure we agree to ‘end’ Nether-summoning?”
“I suppose they think their threat of war enough.” Quain’tana looked up when someone knocked on the door. “Yes?”
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
“This looks… beyond weird.” Kel’noz looked up at the active portal in front of him. It looked like black water, reflecting blue light that came from nowhere. “And one can go through this just like that?”
“Want to try it, my wolf?” Waes’soloth is sitting on a chair beside him, eating some of the food she had ordered specifically for after the activation of the gate. “Go right ahead.”
“Errrrr…” He looked at her uncertainly. “I am not sure I’d like that.”
“This one doesn’t hurt.” She rose from her seat, moving over to stand beside him and the Sharen-delegate, Zala’ess’ Overseer. Apparently the youngest daughter of Diva’ratrika had declared herself Empress in her mother’s stead. “I found it feels almost like moving through some cold water.”
“I’ll pass for now.” The Sarghress looked at the portal. “So when will they be arriving?”
“As soon as they see the portal is active, I suspect.” The Beldrobbaen gestured to the massive circle. “Give them a second.”
“And how many will be coming?” The Sharen spoke up, watching the two older Laths with her arms crossed. Kel’noz had informed her that it was one of Zala’ess’ youngest daughters.
“Only a couple.” Waes’soloth shrugged lightly. “For now it will really only be ambassadors, I have been told.”
They waited in silence after that, though Kel’noz could not stop himself from flinching when suddenly the blue light seemed to rise from the rest of the portal.
“Ah, there they come now.” A body formed in the light, taking on solid form just before the person landed on the floor. It was a female, clad in bronze-coloured armour with red decorations and white hair cascading down to the small of her back. If not for their lack of an aura and solid light-blue eyes, one might well have mistaken her for a surface-born Sarghress. “Grace, be welcome in my home.” Waes’soloth greeted the woman warmly. “Who else will come?”
“Gabriel and Sablo.” The one called Grace smiled warmly. “My, it’s dark in here.”
“Beldrobbaen.” Beside them, another person appeared from the portal, another female wearing green and silver armour. “Ah, Gabriel.” Within moments, a male appeared as well, wearing no armour, merely blue robes and having hair that would not make him amiss among the Beldrobbaen. “Sablo.”
“Hello, Waes.” He smiled lightly. “Ah, and these are?”
“My name is Kel’noz Val’Sarghress.” The Sarghress Headmaster bowed lightly.
“And I am Chrys’tel Val’Sharen, I am the Imperial Overseer of the Val’Sharess.” The Sharen bowed as well, making sure she did not even go a bit lower than the Sarghress.
“Well met. I am Grace of the Nephilim and these are my sister Gabriel and my cousin Sablo.” The bronze-armoured female inclined her head. Kel’noz couldn’t help but notice that they were all rivalling his mother in size. “With your permission, we would like some time to get acquainted with your people and customs, as we sadly had only one account of that before coming here.”
“Are you insinuating I am biased?” Waes’soloth demanded with something Kel’noz had learned to determine as a suppressed chuckle.
“One person always gives a biased account.” The blue-clad male smirked gently.
“Of course. I assume you will be accommodated by the Val’Beldrobbaen?” The Imperial Overseer asked softly.
“They currently are the only ones with a portal, so yes, we will be staying here for the foreseeable time.” Gabriel answered almost demurely. “Perhaps you would like to stay and tell us of your people, Overseer?”
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Re: Beyond the Nethergate - Chapter 9 - DT/DS Crossover

Postby SFI » Sun Aug 20, 2017 5:19 pm

“Waes?” Ke’noz watched as the Imperial Overseer talked to the three ambassadors, now seated on the luxurious couch of the Ill’haress’ quarters.
“Yes?” She was still standing at the portal, looking at the swirling mass of darkness and light. Now she turned to look at him. “Shouldn’t you be paying attention to what the Sharen tells them, my wolf?”
“This Sharen is moderately trustworthy regarding being ‘objective’. I believe you did tell me about her questions regarding the former Val’Sharess.” He joined her, looking from the ambassadors to her. “You promised me something, my dear.”
“Sharess, they are here just a few moments.” She chuckled lightly, regarding their guests briefly before turning to him. “Very well, I did promise you information…” She sighed softly. “Though some people are late.”
“Last words with their father.” Grace had overheard her statement, leaning back a bit to talk behind her family’s back. “I was assured it wouldn’t be long.”
“More guests?” Chrys’tel Vel’Sharen asked with a small frown. “I thought it would only be you three?”
“Not guests, Overseer.” Waes’soloth stated sharply. “Val of Beldrobbaen.” She was answered with narrowed eyes. “I am Val’Beldrobbaen still, Sharen, even if I have renounced any claim to the title of Ill’haress. My children are likewise.” The former Ill’haress towered beside the portal, even as the light moved from the darkness once more.
Two bodies formed in the light; young girls, twins identical even to the feel of their aura. They are followed almost immediately by a young man, bound to a wheelchair. All three looked like surface-born Beldrobbaen, auras stunted and misshapen, but with eyes that were pools of silver. The man was cloaked in black, almost hiding in what was clearly heavy and expensive fabric.
“My children.” Waes’soloth rested one hand on her crippled son’s shoulder, the other on one of the two girls. “Cousins to our three ambassadors over there.”
“Indeed.” Grace rose from her seat, walking over to the two young girls. “Children of my dearest uncle.” She smiled warmly at them, a smile that was returned in kind. “I am surprised he did not send guards.”
Her sister joined her, standing beside the wheelchair of the young man.
“Not to deny your claim, my love…” Kel’noz only hesitantly joined them, feeling the gaze of Waes’soloth’s eldest on him. “But… how? Does time move faster?” The young male looked far too old to have been born in the last twenty years.
“We age faster.” The male’s voice was as raw as that of his mother, suppressed pain shining through. “Maturity at 18 years.” Mirrored eyes looked at the Imperial Overseer.
“My son, Eurynome, was born 17 years ago, almost to the day.” Waes’soloth stated, briefly letting go of him. “And my daughters, Nergal and Deumos, who are currently ten.” She leaned closer to the Sarghress, whispering only for his ears. “He was the reason.”
Returning to her full stature, she returned her hand to the backrest of the wheelchair. “I will ensure their familiarity with the city and its’ peoples for the next week, and after that week, we will arrange a gathering.”
“I will see to it.” Chrys’tel bowed lightly. “I will ensure you will receive free travel through Chel’el’sussoloth and any assistance necessary.”
“As will I.” Kel’noz answered.
“We are grateful for your assistance.” Grace returned the gesture, giving a low bow as well. “May we visit you as well?”
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
The following week, Waes’soloth did indeed travel to all Val-clans of Chel’el’sussoloth with the three ambassadors, even to the Vloz’ress, though her children instead stayed in the Beldrobbaen-fortress for that particular visit.
Halfway through said week, word spread from the Beldrobbaen-fortress that the old Val-clan was opening public kitchens… where the food would be for free. According to the rumours, the people behind the ambassadors produced such excessive amounts of agricultural produce that the rich clan could afford immense amounts of food for proverbial ‘random rocks’. Opinions on that were mixed; the commoners were ecstatic that they could eat their fill thrice over out of a Val’s pockets… the Val-clans looked on the act with suspicion. Were the Beldrobbaen – and the foreigners – trying to buy the goodwill of the people through their stomachs!?
Another blow to pride of the other nobles was Quain’tana’s support of the move, offering even her own soldiers to guard and escort the mobile kitchens to secure this source of food for the people. At first these stayed near the Beldrobbaen-district, but later even passed out into the city.
“So…” Kel’noz looked at the woman who had held his heart for a long time. “How much exactly did this cost?” They had driven out in one of the Beldrobbaen-carriages to visit several of the public kitchens. In the crowd waiting for their share were even several soldiers.
“Did you not hear the rumours?” Waes’soloth stopped looking at the crowd to turn to him. “Random rocks.”
“From what I saw, they did not strike me as people for charity to such a scale.” He gestured outside where people upon emptying their bowls got immediately back into line for a next portion and were not stopped by anyone. It seemed as if the kitchen had bottomless reserves.
“Of course not. But the people that answer to them have vast stores, these amounts barely make a dent to them.” The black-haired female absent-mindedly traced one of her scars. “And certain types of rocks around here, which carry no weight for us, carry great weight for them. In short, we are trading two things that are of high worth and yet worthless.” The Beldrobbaen chuckled softly. “In turn, we gain some really good PR.”
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Re: Beyond the Nethergate - Chapter 9 - DT/DS Crossover

Postby ThatGuyThisGuy » Tue Aug 22, 2017 5:21 am

I don't get it, are the people from the Dark Souls world in this fic Elves? I ask this since no one seems to really remark that much about their appearance that would indicate them as non-elves.
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Re: Beyond the Nethergate - Chapter 9 - DT/DS Crossover

Postby SFI » Tue Aug 22, 2017 6:11 am

ThatGuyThisGuy wrote:I don't get it, are the people from the Dark Souls world in this fic Elves? I ask this since no one seems to really remark that much about their appearance that would indicate them as non-elves.


1. It has been stated this is DARKSIDERS
2. It has been commented upon.
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Re: Beyond the Nethergate - Chapter 10 - DT/DS Crossover

Postby SFI » Mon Sep 04, 2017 9:08 pm

“I do not see why we should concern ourselves with this.” Zarv’swati all but opened the talks between Chel and their visitors from beyond the nethergates with clear distaste about the matter. Everyone had answered the summons of Waes’soloth and her guests and they had taken seats in the old council-chamber. Several seats had been risen from the stone in the upper circle, affording the ambassadors and Waes’soloth the center of one of the arches and spreading the nine Val-clans over the rest.
“Because it is either war or talks, you idiot.” Quain’tana had been the one to give her seat to the ambassadors and was now sitting with Kel’noz beside Nega’fanea. “And if they can make portals between worlds, I’d rather not find out what they can do in war.” Right now, she felt regret at not lobbing off the Sharen’s head when she had the chance. Zala’ess at least was still reasonable, but being forced to bend the knee under the banner of her youngest sister had soured Zarv’swati’s already poor mind.
“Quain’tana speaks truly, noble Vel of Sharen.” Grace spoke up, her light-blue eyes regarding the drow with no visible emotion. “Nether-summoning is causing too much damage in our domains for us to give you any other recourse but to end it one way or another.”
“Perhaps it would help and explain what kind of?” Shimi’lande leaned forward lightly. “And why are clans summoned while not using Nether-summoning? Ought this not be a matter discussed purely with the Vel’Sharen and Vel’Vlozress?” She threw a glance at her near opposite, Kharla’ggen looking with childlike curiosity at the strangers.
“Because it is not only Summoning-gates that are affecting them, Shimi’lande.” Waes’soloth stated in her rough voice, gesturing at the gathered clans. “The gates meant to empty sealing-stones are equally destructive. And all clans have sealers by now, as such, all clans are involved in the problem.”
“But to declare war over it?” Rel’lumia demanded. “Considering the amounts the Beldrobbaen can buy, their numbers must be massive. And how many demons do we get? A couple thousand? That would hardly make a dent!”
“But gates hardly ever hit our centres of power, my Lady.” Gabriel softly answered her. “They hit outposts and other people, places that are poorly warded. Villages can get exterminated and small cities decimated even for a mere ‘sealing-gate’ as you call it.”
“But the biggest problem lies in the effect of the gates themselves.” Sablo rose to his feet. “Rulers of Chel’el’sussoloth, allow me to explain what happens when a gate is opened. For this, I will use an example that one of your own can confirm.” He gestured to Waes’soloth, who ever so slightly flinched at the reminder. “It was a gate opened roughly a decade ago. It reached to a city of one of the allies of the White City, the people of our mothers. It was open for a mere few minutes…”
“Then it cannot have done much.” Sarv’swati dryly stated. “Unless actively siphoned by the summoner, a gate of a few minutes gets but a few hundred demons.”
“Then this one was siphoned, Sarv’swati.” Gabriel’s voice was deadly cold when she spoke. “Because off the nine-thousand, over three-thousand were dead by the end of the gate.” The air around her was trembling. “And let me ask you this, oh Vel of Sharen, do you think a gate does not discriminate about what passes through?”
“To answer her question, it does, Sarv’swati.” Waes’soloth rested one hand on the ambassador’s arm. “A very simply fact of life… After all, who is drained dry first, Sharen? One of our stature, with centuries of mana build up and reserves that allow us to destroy armies? Or a child, young and untrained, barely capable of holding a light?”
“In a city of nine-thousand, my Lady, every child below the age of six was dead save one. Below the age of ten, nearly half were dead.” Sablo stated softly. “Every time a gate opens, it is the young that die first. The first few seconds, all babies die. The first and second minute, all toddlers perish. And so it continues up ages. The statement of the Val’Nal’sarkoth carries truth. The millions that died do not affect us directly in our numbers, but it is not us that suffer; it are satellite people, who do not have our numbers. And even if they did, the fact that the loss is a generation would still make it unacceptable. Three thousand children died in that city. Ten adults of poor health did not survive the strain of a nether-gate pulling on their souls. Fifty mothers could not deal with the grief of losing their children and thirty lost the children they were carrying in a miss-carriage.” His eyes were narrowed. “That was one gate, and merely its’ deaths, Rulers of Chel’el’sussoloth. Multiply this by every gate you open and tell me; are we to ignore the millions of dead children littering our worlds? Are we to ignore those that somehow survive and who will be marked by it?” Again he gestured to Waes’soloth. “The scars on her soul come not from her travel to our world. They come from a gate one of you opened over a decade ago.”
“We came for talks, people of Chel’el’sussoloth, but there are plenty of people, of parents, who would not mourn if it came to war.” Grace had sunk back into her seat. “Because regardless of what you expect us to do, they will not ignore their dead children… and will take any excuse to petition their respective factions for extermination of the art that cost them so much. And the factions will answer that call, they will have no choice but to.”
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Re: Beyond the Nethergate - Chapter 11 - DT/DS Crossover

Postby SFI » Tue Sep 19, 2017 9:20 am

“How… how bad is it exactly?” Shimi’lande asked softly.
“As in how many died?” Grace counter-asked. “At this point, at least a dozen million that we are certain of. After all, before Waes’soloth revealed the existence of Nether-arts, we believed it some kind of epidemic or ill luck – poisoned wells or the like.”
She steepled her fingers together. “Ignoring those that were killed after the gates for being alive but too damaged to be sustained.”
Kel’noz couldn’t help but notice that Waes’soloth turned away at that statement. “Survivors also suffer poor effects?” He knew that Waes’ scars in her aura came from the incident – or so they claimed.
“Yes.” The Beldrobbaen answered sharply. “I was not alone in the incident. My son was there as well. He is the only child under six that survived, by virtue of being more powerful than most others his age.” Sitting up straight, she looked to her back, where the Beldrobbaen-lounge was. “Eurynome!”
In answer, black smoke appeared behind their seats and the crippled son of Waes’soloth appeared from them like his mother from her shadows. Still hidden in his black cloak, they could only see the lower half of his face when his mother leaned over to softly talk to him.
“Gabriel, help me for a second.” The former Beldrobbaen-Ill’haress called over, rising from her seat.
Quain’tana’s son was struck how much Eurynome looked like a surface-born version of his youngest when the half-breed used his left arm to pull his cloak down, revealing for the first time his full head. His black hair was short cut, swept to the left and covering the eye there. He could only now see scars on the boy’s cheeks, going down from his silver eyes. Most worryingly, without the cloak one shoulder looked almost caved-in. Gabriel joined the two fae, hiding what was happening.
When both females stepped back, Kel’noz almost recoiled. Most of the male’s body was still hidden behind the table, but what he could see was not pretty. Almost perfectly down the middle was a transition from muscle to bones. The left side was well-muscled, looking like he could lift furniture with that arm alone. The right side was atrophied, showing the ribs under tight skin.
Then he used his muscled arm to push himself to near-standing, and Kel’noz actually recoiled. The son of his former mate was precariously balancing on his one arm, the rest of his body hanging limply and uselessly down. Aside from the trembling arm and part of his chest, the rest of his body was mere bones and skin, almost allowing one to see every single bone of his skeleton.
With a grunt, he fell back into his chair, sweat pearling on his forehead.
On the other side of the arch where the Sarghress had moved, Asira’malika could only mouth the words of ‘his aura’. Because the singularly worst sight was the fact that only on the muscled parts of his body, Waes’soloth’s son had an aura. The atrophied parts had no aura at all, being lifeless in all senses of the word.
Gabriel and his mother helped him to dress once more in silence.
“My cousin was spared as his magics are enough to keep him self-sufficient for the most part, even with three-quarters of his body being dead.” Grace broke the silence. “Many other survivors, particularly those of magic-less or agricultural communities do not receive such luxury.”
“And that is merely the damage the nether-arts do on the other side.” Sablo pointed out. “They cause plenty here, from what we see and hear.” He gestured to the Sharen and Vloz’ress. “It is in everyone’s best interest if these practices cease as soon and thoroughly as possible.”
“What makes you think that we do not need at least the ‘sealing’-part of these arts to counter those that would not cease their use?” Salan’dara stated softly, leaning forward lightly to look at the Vloz’ress with distaste. “May I remind the gathering of the Nidra’chaal war half a century ago? It devastated this city, as no doubt Waes’soloth would have told you.”
“If the other people agree to cease the arts, we have ways to ensure they are un-useable.” Sablo answered. “Alternatively, they can die.” It was stated with cold matter-of-factness. “Depending on whether people want them to live or not.”
Sarv’swati shot up from her seat. “You come here, and think you can just threaten us with death as you please!?” She sounded furious, her nether-stained eyes glowing with her anger.
“Is this any different than how you threat your enemies, Lady Sarv’swati? Bend the knee, or face us on the battlefield.” Grace countered calmly, inclining her head to the Sullisin’rune beside her, having been told a summary of Chelian history. “And right now, the practice of nether-summoning makes us enemies. So bend the knee – cease all forms of this art – or find out how much you can stand against armies from beyond the gates.”
“Then bring your armies…”
“Sarv’swati!” Waes’soloth raised her voice, turning away from the soft conversation she had been holding with her son. “Have you lost your mind? Completely aside from individual differences in skill between their and our warriors, the full armies outnumber all our people by factors of thousands! There can be no victory when even our children and slaves would have to kill thousands just to end up even.”
Quain’tana’s eyes narrowed at that. “Not that I want to endorse another war with one still being in-progress, but would they truly invest their all? The casualties they will take in this war could outnumber the people they want to avenge.”
“The dead are only one result of the nether-summoning.” Gabriel returned to her seat, absentmindedly fixing her gauntlet. “But it is the most well-known. There are others and combined they do make a full investment of their forces worthwhile.”
“Can you please just get upfront here?” Rel’lumia demanded. “First it’s only death, then it’s also crippling and now there’s even more? Just tell us what Nether-summoning does in your world and stop pulling things out of left field!”
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