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Re: Aranea percutit Draconem - Chapter 19

Postby SFI » Fri Sep 05, 2014 8:42 pm

“And how come we only notice that when she returns?” Odelia demanded with lethal calm. She was staring several Ill’hardro that had been sent to reinforce the low on numbers Beldrobbaen lines. These two had been stationed at sentries against the cavern-wall, supposed to monitor the movements in the Sarghress’ bottleneck towards their fortress. Their report had informed her a couple cycles ago that apparently Ariel Val’Sarghress had moved through it almost without them knowing. And from the direction they said she had gone, they had to have missed her the previous time. “Where were your eyes when she travelled towards the damn thing they call a fortress?”
“We do not know.” One of them shrugged, the feathers of his cloak moving as he did so. “We wouldn’t have seen her this time either had she not been forced closer to this front by Zala’ess’ latest push.”
“Well, one can see why your affinity is voice.” She waved them away, disdain in her face. Waes’soloth had never needed to get help in defending the borders of their district. She was a terrible Ill’haress.
She got up from the desk, moving towards the window that looked deeper into Chel’el’sussoloth’s cavern. If she leaned out of it, she could just see the lights of the battles between them and the Rift. She sighed, turning back into her office again. The room reflected her mood quite accurately. Well, the entire fortress did, for that matter.
The former Warmaster picked up the report to read it one more time. Quain’tana’s heir had passed through the bottleneck at high speed, both she and her mount carrying signs of confrontation. Then she looked for a different report, one she had gotten half a day earlier. Another wolf-rider from the same direction, also alone and with signs of confrontation.
“They must have been together.” She muttered, sitting down behind her desk once more. “It would make no sense for that Mercenary to send her heir out alone. But why did he return half a day before she did?”
Her eye trailed to a map on the far-away wall. Wait a moment... She rose again, marching across the room. Her eye was fixed on an area above the bottleneck that was causing her such grief at the moment.
She was a Beldrobbaen and therefore cursing was beneath her... at least out loud. Ariel had not gone to the Sarghress-fortress, she had gone to the Vloz’ress instead. That was the only explanation for a confrontation. She had used the connection of Sullisin’rune lands towards the Vloz’ress ‘district’ to get there.
“That could be bad.” She muttered, marching back to the window. The fighting between the Beldrobbaen-district and the Rift was still raging. “If she actually gets those Nether Summoners to move...”
It would be the Nidra’chaal War all over again. What use are Dragons and sealing-armor if a Nether Summoner can just make their seeds go haywire? A small shiver ran down her back as she imagined Kharla’ggen moving into battle. She had off course heard of the failed extermination attempts of the risen Nether Cult and exactly how it had come to them. “Sharess...”
She ought to warn the Sharen of her suspicions, but what good would those do them? Kharla’ggen was a fickle woman with the mind of a child. Would she actually do something like that, or was she starting to see threats where there were none?
She marched out of the room, heading for the elevator. “Someone send a flare to alert Zala’ess. Potential attack incoming.”

She took a deep breath, pushing open the door. “Kharla?”
“Shadow-abyss.” The red-haired woman looked up at her, absent-mindedly patting the doll she was holding.
Waes’soloth didn’t answer, walking up to the bed slowly. She sat down even slower, looking at the doll. “You still call me that?”
“You are dark.” Kharla nodded, her hand stopping with the stroking. “Sister said you are our new attendant?”
“Yes.” Waes’soloth tilted her head, studying the other. “If you don’t mind.”
“We liked cute black girl.” Kharla told her, pointing at a small doll of a taint-overtaken drow with claws. “She gave us that.”
“Cute... black girl?” The Beldrobbaen echoed.
“It’s what she calls Naal’suul.” Kiel appeared in the door, leaning against the doorway. “Sis, what about what the young wolf said?”
“Do it.” Kharla declared, her eyes flashing behind her mask.
“Heh, as ye wish.” Kiel disappeared again, her footsteps fading down the hallway.
“You’re doing it?” The elder woman had not expected that to happen this quickly, though it would be too much to say that she felt surprise.
In answer Kharla reached under the blanket, pulling another doll out of it. Waes’soloth could not tell if it was supposed to be Naal’suul or her, but got her answer when Kharla spoke again. “Sister made this for us when you fell. Told us we wanted revenge.”
Ariel had not needed to go to the Vloz’ress to urge them into battle... Kiel herself had already launched them against the Sharen-alliance. And Kharla, knowing even in her childlike mind that a line had been crossed, seemed all too willing to push the button. The Vloz’ress moved to war for the first time since their formation and rise to power.
Waes’soloth could not help but fear a shiver of fear run down her back even with her heavy taint dulling her senses. What had been unleashed?
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Re: Aranea percutit Draconem - Chapter 19

Postby Obsidian Agent » Fri Sep 05, 2014 9:13 pm

Oh shit.

I think this music would fit the situation, wouldn't you?
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Re: Aranea percutit Draconem - Chapter 19

Postby Mirefrost00 » Sat Sep 06, 2014 7:36 am

This oughta be interesting. Can't imagine the Kyorls will let this go unanswered, even after the truth is (maybe) revealed.

Hang in there, Waes!
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Re: Aranea percutit Draconem - Chapter 19

Postby Isaiah Cortez » Sat Sep 06, 2014 8:01 am

"We live in the age of war. Some say that it's time of peace. But they just close their eyes for the conflicts raging on around the world. It needs a soldiers mind to recognize this. People with this kind of mind and lust for peace to do something. It needs the soldiers to act, but not in the ways of violence. Soldiers remember the deaths of others. Even if not tested in combat they know that every single country is ready to sacrifice them on the altar of so called "peace" if needed to. Next war's victor will not be determined by who kills or destroys the most, but by those who manage to protect the frail society from destruction and death." -Unknown
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Re: Aranea percutit Draconem - Chapter 20

Postby SFI » Sun Sep 21, 2014 2:45 pm

“Spider Killers.” She read what was on the wall, looking at the dead dragon beneath the writing. “This was not the work of Sarghress.” She sank through her knees to check the wounds. “This looks like its’ seed went haywire.”
Nau’kheol looked around. “I do not see the rider, sister.” They were in a small alley in the south-parts of their mother’s held districts.
“I doubt we will find him.” Chrystel got to her feet again, looking at the writing again. “This is the work of Vloz’ress. No other clan would do such a thing with a seed.”
“I know they call Sarv’swati a liar about Waes’soloth, but why would Kiel do this?” He frowned, looking at the dragon with something akin to distaste.
“Perhaps it is a rogue faction...” His sister stated, looking to where one could just see the glow of the Rift over the buildings.
“Just like her to lose track of her people.” Shinea stood a short distance away. “Let me guess, you want to go confront her?”
“This was just a taste of what is to come.” Chrys muttered, refastening her veil. “She must call them to a halt. We cannot deal with her rogues and the Sarghress.” She walked over to her own dragon, who was restless at the scent coming from the corpse. “Nau, look if you can perhaps find the rider after all. After a Cycle, regardless if you found anything, report to Mother. I and Shinea will go to Kiel to deal with this.”
“Yes.” He nodded, resting his hand on his sword-hilt as his sisters mounted the dragon. “Good luck.”
Chrystel returned the nod, urging her dragon into movement down the main road the alley ended at. What Commoners had not fled merely looked at them from the doors of their homes, slinking back inside as soon as one of the Sharen looked at them.
“Why did I have to come?” The Protecter-twin demanded as she held on. “Nau would have gotten you farther with Kiel.”
“I don’t want to risk him if I am wrong. It feels off, somehow. If you understand what I mean.” Chrys muttered darkly. “I don’t want to risk you either, but...”
“You’d be risking me if I stayed behind and you got into trouble... again.” Shinea reached for her own sword as they made their way into the Vloz’ress ‘district’. “Zala’ess would truly kill me this time.”
They were silent as they reached the gate to the fortress. Some of the Vloz’ress mercenaries barred their way. It was the first time that had happened.
“Let us in.” Chrys demanded, her eyes narrowing as she looked at them. “I was always allowed to pass.”
“Not this time.” One of them said, face almost completely obscured by his helmet. “No Sharen is to enter the fortress without approval of the Boss.”
“Then get Kiel out here.” Shinea hissed, getting of the dragon while pulling her sword.
One of them went, returning some time later with several people in tow. Kiel and Kharla’ggen walked up front, followed by two of Kharla’s attendants and someone the Sharen had not seen before. All five were wearing their masks.
“Yeah?” Kiel stopped in front of the dragon, looking up at them. Kharla tilted her head a bit, looking briefly at the unknown woman beside her. They were wearing similar outfits, like the newcomer had gotten clothes from the Vloz’ress Ill’haress. “Why did ye come?”
“You got rogues on your hand again.” Chrys got off the dragon, wondering silently as to why Kharla had come along as well. “They attacked someone in one of Mother’s districts.”
“We ordered that.” Kharla cut off her sister’s reply. “We do not like Sharen.”
“What?” Chrys blinked uncomprehendingly. “Kiel?”
“Ya heard her.” The orange-haired youngster answered. “Can’t do anything against people that just obey.”
“But why?” The Sharen demanded. “They killed Waes’soloth, Kiel. Naal’s mother. Why are you backing the Sarghress by fighting us?”
“Cut the crap.” Kiel snarled. “Ye think ye can just give me shit and ‘cause I am Vloz’ress I’ll buy it? Waes is Naal’s mom, she’d never get fucked over by a bunch of Sargs. She can fucking slaughter people by sneezing too hard!”
“You believe those commoners?” Shinea demanded darkly, hand tightening around her sword.
“We once were.” Kharla’s eyes narrowed at the move, red irises glowing behind her mask. Almost immediately her powers reached out, freezing the Sharen-protector in place. “And the wolves are more true than dragons.”
“Ya heard her.” Kiel shrugged as she repeated herself. “As yer friend I tell ya, Chrys: cut yer losses, stop with the messing around and just bail. Yer clan is just digging itself deeper into a deep pile of Tiki-shit. This last dig though? It might just end with ye suffocatin’ on all the crap ye’re bringing into the world.”
“What are you talking about?” Zala’ess’ Overseer demanded. “Kiel, why would any Sharen attack a Beldrobbaen, Waes’soloth at that?”
“Very convenient that it got the Beldrobbaen back into the war conveniently just as you were losing it.” One of Kharla’s attendants countered. Nimiel stood a short distance behind the Ill’haress, her eyes burning with anger. It was only now that Chrystel realized that Kharla was surrounded by former Beldrobbaen as her caretakers. “Would you have gotten that had this not happened?”
“You are serious about this?” Chrys’ face turned disgusted. “Are you barking mad, Kiel?”
“No, yer aunt is.” Kiel pulled off her mask. “Leave, Chrys, go home to yer backstab-family. Did ye honestly forget they lied about what happened to their own mother? Why would they bother speaking the truth about Waes’soloth?”
“Kiel.” Her voice had turned pleading.
“Go.” Kharla snarled, stepping forward. Shinae's bones were starting to creak under the pressure of the Vloz'ress' High Sorcery. “We do not like your presence in our domain.”
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Re: Aranea percutit Draconem - Chapter 20

Postby Isaiah Cortez » Sun Sep 21, 2014 2:58 pm

"Fanfic! My favorite! And kiel being meanie :("
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Re: Aranea percutit Draconem - Chapter 20

Postby Dalvyserran » Sun Sep 21, 2014 8:03 pm

if I may suggest, could you post links to the chapters on your first post?
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Re: Aranea percutit Draconem - Chapter 20

Postby SFI » Sun Sep 21, 2014 8:57 pm

Isaiah Cortez wrote:"Fanfic! My favorite! And kiel being meanie :( "


The Sharen kinda had it coming, you know. What with 'murdering' the mother of her BFF ;)

Dalvyserran wrote:if I may suggest, could you post links to the chapters on your first post?


AGGF:GKFHDKF... Do I have to? :( Fine, I'll do it tomorrow, it's way too late now :P
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Re: Aranea percutit Draconem - Chapter 20

Postby Metzger » Tue Sep 30, 2014 9:23 am

I like this, I like it a lot
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Re: Aranea percutit Draconem - Chapter 21

Postby SFI » Sun Oct 05, 2014 11:05 am

“The Vloz’ress are attacking the Sharen.” The female read the missive. “It is believed that they use the sewer-system and so appear in Sharen-held districts where they manipulate seeds to go haywire, killing the host.”
“Not my preferred way of doing things, but it is certainly helpful.” Quain’tana muttered, arms crossed. “Seems your servant is quite skilled.” She glanced at Ariel as she said that. The report had been brief, only briefly mentioning the skirmish that had apparently tainted the elder woman. Ariel had taken it hard.
“Yes.” Ariel’s face hardened briefly. “From what I hear, Kharla’ggen is taking quite the shine to her. She’s her favourite attendant already.”
Quain briefly rested her hand on her heir’s shoulder, realizing the train of thought. “How bad is the taint?”
“The one of Waes’soloth’s former heir is nothing against it.” Ariel whispered, averting her eyes. “They need to drain the nether about every two cycles or she is liable to fall to the demon. They try to teach her to control it, but...”
“It’s just that big.” Kiol’dorath finished her sentence. “We’ll avenge her, sister, we will avenge all the ills of the Sharen.”
“Before or after hundreds share her fate?” Ariel snarled, before catching herself. “Apologies... It’s just... she had become my friend and now... Now she is like this.”
Almost twenty years ago Quain’tana had told Ariel to stop apologizing, lest the world devour her. Now she felt like the unspoken apologies to that servant and so many others was eating her heir.
“We’ll push against the Sharen come morning.” She said, eyes turning to the map in front of them.

Kiol’dorath and Ariel were deployed to the south, to push North as Quain’tana pushed from the East. Again the cavern was illuminated by the lights of artillery as the battle waged. Dozens died on both sides, blood drowning the street in Sarghress colors. Corpses of dragons and wolves lay side by side as the frontlines shifted and moved like the tides in the Inner Sea.
The Beldrobbaen acted, pushing against Quain’tana’s forces, trapping them between Sharen and Beldrobbaen.
Forces surged from the other districts, reinforcing the troops in the pincer. Kiol’dorath ordered a slight change in advance, now aiming no longer strictly North, but more North-East towards the Mercenary Queen.
Then there was some consternation in the Sharen-ranks. Life-size dolls were found... of Dragon and Drow alike. All of them had been smashed post-change.

“You are a quick study.” Waes’soloth stated, watching as Kharla’ggen formed a shield. It was weak and unskilled, but it would hold most attacks. “Practice, and with your aura, nothing will so easily pierce your defences.”
Kharla’ggen looked at the red sheen between her and the Beldrobbaen, reaching for it with one finger.
“Will you teach us more?” She had become fascinated with learning more, gaining more knowledge as time passed. Soon, she would no longer be a figure-head, but a leader. “We want to know more.”
“If you wish.” Waes’soloth nodded briefly, face empty as she regarded the Ill’haress in front of her. Suddenly her body tightened, eyes flashing a vivid red. Phantom claws buried themselves in her flesh, the demon trying to crawl upward.
Glorious numbness replaced it after a few moments, one of the Vloz’ress’ Nether Summoners draining the excess nether quickly.
“You must cease pushing yourself so.” Nyo’ka scolded the cowering female, watching as the shuddering subsided. “You serve no one by succumbing to your taint.”
“I can make my own decisions.” The black hair fell around her form as she rose to her feet. “My daughter could hold hers at bay for six years.”
“Your daughter’s seed was far lighter than yours.” The Summoner poked at her chest. “Her seed did not leave her at risk every time she used mana-arts. You also are a quick study, but do not keep pushing your boundaries like this. We cannot keep Summoners here just to watch you.”
“I can deal with this.” Despite what should have been frustration, her voice sounded bored, her red eyes refusing to meet those of the smaller female. “You worry too much.”
“And you not enough.” The Vloz’ress turned on her heel, marching off the open space.
Kharla’ggen had said nothing, now merely appearing at Waes’soloth’s side. “Do not die?”
“Not ere I see the Sharen destroyed.” The black-haired woman assured her. Without emotion, the promise sounded hollow.
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Re: Aranea percutit Draconem - Chapter 21

Postby Isaiah Cortez » Sun Oct 05, 2014 11:18 am

You are making a terrible creature out here. And I'm not sure which is more terrifying. Kharla or waes
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Re: Aranea percutit Draconem - Chapter 21

Postby SFI » Sun Oct 05, 2014 11:35 am

Isaiah Cortez wrote:You are making a terrible creature out here. And I'm not sure which is more terrifying. Kharla or waes


The Combo? XD
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Re: Aranea percutit Draconem - Chapter 21

Postby Dakla » Sun Oct 05, 2014 11:38 am

:A :U No words, Chel's is doomed.
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Re: Aranea percutit Draconem - Chapter 21

Postby SFI » Sun Oct 05, 2014 11:39 am

Dakla wrote: :A :U No words, Chel's is doomed.


Aaawwww, don't be like that... The Sharen are only parts of it, you know XD
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Re: Aranea percutit Draconem - Chapter 22

Postby SFI » Sat Oct 11, 2014 8:33 pm

“Push!” Koil’dorath ordered sharply, pointing with her sword to where the heaviest fighting was. In the madness of the battle, two figures stood out: Quain’tana and Suu’be, both in blood-red armour and towering above the surrounding troops. Too bad this also was so for the other side. And they were heading there with furor.
Ariel was a bit further behind her sister, leading the flank. They were pushing as hard as they could, but the Beldrobbaen seemed to have emptied their entire golem-reserves for this attack.
“Can’t I just open a gate?” Fame’nidea demanded, crouching behind Ariel with a sealing-gem in hand. “I can keep the demons controlled.”
“Too dangerous this far.” Ariel stabbed forward, hoping to drive the Sharen in front of her away. Her voice dropped to a whisper as much as she could in the surrounding din. “Besides... I’d rather not risk a Beld falling. You know.”
“Yes.” Fame ducked her head lightly. “Get that point.” Her eyes were glowing behind her mask. They trailed from the battle into the direction where her home was.
“First battle?” Someone else asked her, though she could not tell his face behind the helmet and the poor lighting. She nodded briefly, wondering who he was that he seemed somewhat concerned about her.
It grew more intense. “I cannot see Quain or Suu’be anymore.” Someone called down the lines. “They have fallen.”
“Never.” Ariel gritted her teeth, but she too had lost sight of her mother among all the Beldrobbaen golems. “Khal, why could you not read those Sharess-damn letters?”
They pushed against the Beldrobbaen-line, driving them back to the old positions.

She hesitantly approached, the battle having ended. “Sister?”
Koil’dorath had waited until she was certain of the position’s stability and had then rushed back. She was sitting on the ground, a crushed breast-plate beside her.
“She was already dead when I saw her lay here.” The adopted daughter of Quain’tana whispered. “One of the golems just stepped on her.”
Ariel moved closer still, looking at the body in front of the elder woman. Suu’be’s chest was crushed beneath the chainmail she had been wearing.
“I am sorry.” Ariel whispered, reverently kneeling down beside her elder.
“Do not be.” Koil’dorath placed her mother’s hands on her chest. “Quain was taken, I presume. You’re in charge now.”
Ariel said nothing, eyes wide as she registered what the other told her. “But... I...”
“Have to.” Koil countered, taking Ariel’s shoulder in her hand. “The Sarghress need a leader now. Quain choose you.”
“But they will never follow me.” She argued. “There are too many that will not obey.”
“My mother is dead...” The orange-haired woman whispered. “I know most house-leaders will follow you. Their houses have to follow out of necessity. There are plenty who will help you.”
“I...” Ariel shivered. It was too soon. She could not lead a whole clan, let alone one of the size of the Sarghress... It was simply too much.
“Quain would not have made you heir if she thought you inadequate.” Koil firmly said. “You can do this. You have to.”
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