Re: Game Q & A.
Chapter 17: Interlude in Bredaniant
…and there they were. The brokendown ruins of a castle stood around them, in a landscape so full of wild beauty that the Scottish Highlands would go Irish with envy. Waiting for the Questors was a pile of supplies, firewood, a lit fire, and other essentials.
Lexy took a moment to speak of the history of the place.
"Before you is the fortress of Dakai Pass. Dakaihold was it's name once, when there where people around to remember it." She looks at the crumbling fortress,and begins walking towards it.
"This was once a trade route bewteen two great cities." She points down the road, away from the fortress. "Go that way for a few days, and you'll find the ruins of a large city by the sea. Shezka was it's name, and it was the main supplier of goods for the cities over there." she point to the other end of the road. "War came to this place. Shezka was destroyed. Without their point of supply, the people of this mountain kingdom began to die out. A few Thanes took some of their people and left. The rest stayed, and eventually died. The mountains are dotted with abandoned villages, towns, and a few ruined cities. It's actually a very interesting story. Eventually, the invaders moved on. From what I've been able to piece together, there was a great battle far to the north. There, great magics or weapons where unleashed, for when the smoke cleared, nothing was left. The sea had reclaimed what had once been a thriving kingdom. There are some islands left, but nothing there conforms to the maps I've seen. Then, I don't know what happened. The people just began to die out. There are still people in this world. You have to travel far over the ocean to find an inhabited place. But they do stil live there, most of them completly unaware of the great tragedy that took place here."
Realizing his presence disturbed the others, Aaron moved out of the keep and pondered his former home, San Anyn, while conversing regarding their place in the group with Ilsefravnir. Cyan slept. Jack and Kalika did likewise, arms around one another. Lexy sat and read. Cyan woke, left, and commenced work on her palanquet. Jack woke, and chose to make breakfast. Cyan returned, and Kalika joined them, with Aaron’s arrival putting a bit of a damper on things.
Lexy chose that time to divulge her background – from the Courts of Chaos, now in a self-imposed Exile. Aaron decided that it would be best if he spoke next. He spoke of San Anyn, his place in that World, and the insanity that had come over him, there.
[OOC - For detailed information on each character’s background, refer to the actual chapter. Summaries cannot do proper justice.]
Ilse explained, as best she could.
"San Anyn had been hit by this insanity over a thousand years ago. It took at least that long to build up to such an extent as to nearly envelop the entire Shadow," Ilse now speaks. "The only thing keeping the folk within from totally falling apart were the eight members of the Protectorate. One person from each province, usually their Lord or Lady, was bound to one of the Sjardring, the Weapons of Soul and Mind. At their head and Lord of the eighth province, was my very first Master, Ostweil."
"The Sjardring were created when the first insanity hit the initial kingdoms, right at the highest representations of government. I was one of the first, and along with my seven other 'siblings', were connected to those so cursed. These first eight became the Protectorate, and we did our best to quell the spread of the madness."
Aaron’s tale also revealed his age – nearly one hundred and twenty three years old. It was a long story, pausing at a point with Aaron being named Lord of San Anyn, and his eventual flight from the Land, searching for a means to put an end to the madness and chaos. Aaron offered to open his mind to any and all who wished to verify his state of mind. Some brief discussion took place then, with tempers rising among the Questors, most of them uncertain as to how they might trust even a probe of Aaron’s mind, when nothing would prevent things from changing again in the future. Lexy, however, agreed to perform the task, refusing all offers to observe, and stating that trust must be given as well as earned. She did, however, have an ace up her sleeve in case of danger.
While Aaron was open to the group, Jack asked certain questions and Aaron answered, thusly (flavor text removed for ease of transcription):
“One! Why are you here on this quest Aaron? What are your goals? Do you even know what the Quest is?”
“Two! Is that thing in your eye socket a link to your brother, will it betray us even if you do not?”
“Three! Will you devote yourself totally to the team and the quest? You do nothing without advising and speaking to one of us, full disclosure. A perfect team, no room for these arrogant games. Are you honestly trust worthy?”
"One: I intend to stay along with the group for as long as I am able. It is already apparent that you need assistance with your quest. Since I have skills that would assist you as a group, and it seems that I am growing in strength, I see nothing but a positive outlook in that respect. Also, I may be able to find the woman who harmed me while on this quest. The Pattern seems to have a habit of dropping such things across my path."
"Two: My eye is of little consequence. As far as I can see, the only thing it's able to do is allow me to view you as I would normally. I sense nothing out of the ordinary from it. As to what Jadus would do, well, how can I say? I can't read his mind. You may be able to, Jack, but I cannot."
"Three: I will act towards this group in a manner befitting one of its members. However, in the event that something happens within the group that would endanger myself, I will act accordingly in my own defense. In comparison, I would do the same for the rest of you. I will, of course, consider everything that occurs within the light of its effect upon myself and the group as a whole. As for making you all aware of my plans, well... I've no plans save to clear my mind of this foolishness and continue our journey. And who can say what may occur in the future, Jack? Uncertainty is part of life."
The Mindprobe began while the others waited.
Lexy called to the others, asking them to join her in Aaron’s mind, that she had discovered the source of the madness. Cyan placed her sword in the shapeshifter’s keeping, then laid a hand on Lexy’s shoulder. Outside, a storm began to gather. Jack, too, entered Lexy’s mind.
When the journey ends, the pai find themselves in a small area, a small grassy hill, where three mental images are standing. One is obviously Aaron, who seems pained, but whole. The other is a young child, holding Aaron's hand. Long blonde hair, ancient eyes. It's not hard to determine that the 'child' is Lexy, as she chooses to project herself. She seems unharmed, just concentrating on something. On clopser inspection, there is a thread of violet light that seems to connect Lexy to the third person.
The last person in the trio is harder to determine. Surrounded by a shifting cage of shifting light and darkness, it's where Lexy's gaze is locked. Inside is a woman whose features are hard to make out. She's short, and the lights of the cage she is trapped withing seem to have clothed her in shifting shadows, aided by her raven hair.
*Jack. Cyan.* comes the child-like mental voice of Lexy. *Meet Aaron's madness. This is what has tainted his thoughts and actions. And this is what Aaron muct overcome in order for his mind to once more be whole. But battle is harder within your own mind, where memories of the past can be all powerful. So, you are here, as I am, to help Aaron. Give your strength to him, so that he may face this ghost, and vanquish her.*
The mental image of Jack is just Jack, seemingly nothing more or less. Then again the shadow man has never had any pretences. He knows you do not have to form images of armor to be defended. Those were for weaker minds, and his mind saw the realities around them that sat behind the images projected
Like Jack, Cyan remains much the same but even more so, down to carrying Kirilindë here.
This isn't because of any skill, or ability, or knowledge of psychic conbat. This is merely due to ignorance, and the fact that, no matter where she is, Cyan cannot be anything but Cyan.
Jack, Cyan, and Lexy are to lend Aaron their strength, for this is something that only he can finish.
The battle began.
As each member of the group manifested themselves, his once sillhouetted form gained far more clarity, until he was completely represented as they usually see him. His clothes seemed more fitting to one of Amberite blood, and were that same aquamarine that Lexy had seen in his thoughts previously. He straightened himself and seemed to gain strength as he felt out each of the members of the group.
There is so much I wish I could say to all of you for this. comes his echo from everywhere, but feelings of thankfulness and honesty are felt by all nearby.
In seconds, his right hand darts out from his side, and the sword form of Ilsefranvir appears within his hand. At this manifestation, the woman within the cage reaches forwards, slamming her hands against the magical field. She gnashes her teeth, and for the first time, her voice is heard. It is high pitched, but easy to make out.
Fool!
I ask that you do not fear her, nor I, nor what I am about to do. For the benefit of all of you, I summon the Sjardring.
Arianne!
Now another woman appeared with them as the blade in his hand vanished. She was about Aaron's height, her long, golden hair tied into a tight braid that hung down the length of her back. She wore a long flowing dress of white, and her feet were bare. She turns, looking to each of the members in turn, green eyes flickering. She seems to be very beautiful, but in the mind, how can one be truly sure?
It is good that you are here to help him. I thank you. You need not fear, for madness is what I was created to fend off. Your defenses are sure, especially you, Jack of the Dark Well, but all men can succumb to even the slightest of memories.
She turned and raised her right hand, and a feeling of utter calm overcame each member within the group. While this power encompassed only the mind of Aaron, all the others felt it, and were bolstered by this protection. It was less of a feeling, and more of a solid, understood fact. Distantly, a dark blue haze was seen at the edges of the black oblivion that extened past the island they stood upon.
Now the woman in the cage laughed, and Aaron spoke.
Cyan, I believe her name was Melanie... though, now I have my doubts. She had a different name. he raised his head, and searched the eyes of the woman in the cage. Slowly, he stepped forwards, and took hold of one of her hands.
Instantly, her face changed to one of joy and desire, and she placed her other hand upon his.
Oh yes. You do remember me, my love. Come to me now, yes.
But Aaron yanked upon her hand, pulling it through Lexy's field. The woman's body slammed into it with a yell of pain, and Aaron released her, where she slid back into its confines.
You are nothing to me. You represent nothing but madness. Jadelynn, though you weaken me, you weakened yourself more by striking out against me. I have suffered long enough with your presence in my mind, for I know now that you are not merely a memory, but Jadelynn's actual representation. A hook you placed in my mind, that you have drawn upon whenever you felt the need to be amused. I can feel you now. I know you are far away from me, but I know you are experiencing this as if you were actually here.
As the woman rose, Aaron and the rest of the group now felt another mind connect with them, and it was in fact coming from the magical cage. Melanie... no, Jadelynn, had been secretly connected to Aaron all this time. And he didn't understand it until now. All they felt was malice and anger emerging from the woman, malice... and the babbling of thousands of voices.
Instantly, they felt the mind reduce the connection and the voices, thankfully also reducing in number and volume, as if power had been sapped from her. The woman in the cage cowered for a moment, her eyes suddenly flaring bright yellow before fading. Arianne thrust her right hand forwards, and the shield she formed strengthened itself.
She is leaving. Her power is... quite considerable, even from this distance. Yet... she only wishes to move away. That is all I feel.
Now Aaron moved forwards, and Jadelynn stood as he penetrated Lexy's field. Suddenly, a billowing, surging force of black erupted from around Jadelynn, but Aaron scoffed.
Woman, cease this foolishness. The people who are backing me cannot be harmed by your madness. If you saw the madness that Cyan or Jack have seen, you would understand that your power is nothing in comparison. His hand shot out and siezed Jadelynn by the throat. She screamed and reached, and the blackness surged forwards, instantly encompassing them both in a cocoon of darkness. It was kept from the outside only by Lexy's field, and now each other member of the group heard one thing enter their mind.
Help me.
Aaron’s will, bolstered by Cyan, Lexy, and Jack (and his powers) proved sufficient to drive Jadelynn away.
This is my mind, and it belongs to none other! his words flow out, and the land beneath his feet falls away, so the shield tops a massive hole. Aaron floats there, holding her high above the void.
Here is where all my memories die, Jadelynn. This is the oblivion that is forced forgetfullness, the same oblivion I placed upon Ilsefranvir without my knowlege. I know of it now, and can use it when I feel the need. I feel the need now!
Jadelyn hisses in his hands, spitting and clawing her nails at his face. Though she slashes and scars him, causing him to bleed, he, and everyone else present, know that those scars and that pain cannot compare to the guilt he feels about his prior actions. The things he did to eveyone now watching. Even now, that guilt slowly makes itself known, reverberating towars them all like a recently struck bell.
That only serves to strengthen Aaron more, as a memory flickers there, Cyan there, losing her hand. Scowling, Aaron suspends Jadelynn above the void, and the blackness about the group begins to take on a sun-like glow.
With a final shake of the woman, Aaron places her face before his.
Jadelynn smiled a syrup-sweet smile, and her eyes seemed to glitter.
You are nothing.
With a sigh, Aaron shook his head.
And you will always be less than what I have.
Aaron threw his arm down, thrusting Jadelynn into the abyss with all his might. As he did so, he let out a powerfull yell, and sealed the void of his memory. In seconds, a blast of light and Jadelynn's piercing scream blinded and deafened all those not within Lexy's shield.
The group immediatly felt the intruding mind instantly disappear. It was there for one moment, screaming with a thousand voices, and then it was there no longer. The sudden silence was deafening.
As the glow dissipated, Aaron was seen on his knees, his head bowed. His body shuddered, as sobs emerged from him, and those were heard as hearing returned.
Knowing that he would remember the consequences of his actions, Aaron could no longer remember what madness was like.
He knew of Jadelynn, of her powers, and the things that he had done... but, he no longer knew how insanity felt.
His sadness was deep, for he felt the pain of knowing that he had been used to cause such great harm.
Yet hope bloomed in the distance, a flaring white. Hope that he could heal the wounds he had caused, and in the process, gain strength through his ordeals, and all that which the group as a whole would encounter.
Yes. I can do that much. And more.
Turning his head, he rose. Taking in the sight before him, Aaron looked to the others and nodded.
That and more. And not alone. Never alone. If it wasn't for all of you being here, I would not have been able to complete the healing.
He lowered himself to his knees, in his mind, though he felt he should do it in person. Bowing his head to them, he spoke.
Thank you all. For this, and all of your patience. Let this pain be finished between us, so that healing may begin. I, Aaron of Amber and San Anyn, speak this as an Anynian Protector, and a Son of Amber, on the word of both my homes and all within them.
Aaron was healed, but answers were still required. Aaron answered as best he could, informing them that they had also made a dangerous enemy today. Par for the course, for the Questors. Kalika was only happy to get Jack back, unharmed, and accepted Aaron. Lexy was more than willing to agree. Cyan, after a few questions were answered, resolved to drop her past disputes with the man and start anew. Jack agreed that it was sufficient, and that he would trust Aaron.
Cyan spoke of her past, then, as short as it was, and explained the nature of her experience, her skills, and her strengths.
[Again, too long to compress, read up.]
Lexy had a few questions regarding Berd, and received unspecific answers – it seemed that there were some things about the little dragon that Cyan did not know, and perhaps the dragon himself was in the dark.
Berd's head comes up, and he stares at her quizzically, eyes glittering. She looks at him, then away. "I believe he may, at one time, have been far more than he is now. Perhaps he begins to regain...." The Bard's voice trails off.
Berd yawns again, uncaring, and puts his head down. Cyan frowns wryly, and shrugs, her good humour flooding back. "In any case, that is the extent of what I know." Rolling her head back, she stretches, then places her sword at her side.
Suddenly the storm without returned, doubling in fury. It seemed it had evolved somehow, into one of the dreaded shadow storms, deadly to all within its radius. Lexy summoned the Logrus, to speed them away…
And then that's it, there is no more time for words as the world around them begins to shift as Lexy outraces the shadow storm...
...breakfast table in an otherwise empty room...
...drawn shades, the room darker...
...room gone now, replaced by a city around them...
...steel girders, tumbling...
...dogs walking their pet humans...
...a tree that seems to have an apetite for flesh reaches out for them...
...a barren place, all wind blasted rock...
...now greenery all around...
...hushed silence in a cathedral...
...slowing now, an ampitheatre...
...a small lake...
...an island in the centre of the lake...
And this is where the group winds up. The grass is green, with a grey tinge to it. The vegetation here seems to have very wide leaves, to catch a weak sun. A definate nip to the air, and a feeling of lightness. In the waters around is the sinuous flowings of serpent like things.
Discussion ensued regarding Shadow Storms, while Kalika and Jack considered a ‘Triad Ceremony’, something critically important to them and Hunter. Shifting shape to a wolf, Kalika loped off to disappear into the wilderness of the island. Jack shifted to a wolf of shadows, and followed.
Kali looks up and goes up on her tip toes to kiss Jack on the cheek. She then steps away from his side and looks at the others.
"It is obvious that my strengths do not lie in 'World Walking' or Shadow Storms. While I would rule nothing out, the chances of that Storm being caused by an enemy of myself of my people is extremely slim" she takes a breath and looks out a long the waters again "I need to take some time for myself. Hunter will stay to listen for me if more stories are shared or if I am needed" her gaze falls on Aaron with that last statement "I will tell my short tale in the morning"
Being done with her piece, Kali looks at Jack and smiles an honest, heartfelt grin that lights up her face and makes her affection towards him clear. And then she is melting, her body shrinking down, the lines of her form blurring as she reshapes herself. In moments a small silver furred female wolf sits where Kali once stod. With a soft yip, the wolf turns and lopes towards the interior of the island.
It was an easy decision, all they could do is theorize and conjecture. At least that was all he could do. Even though no question was asked, he knew the answer and where he was to go “Hunter, Please let Kali know if I am needed.” He smiled at the others “I’ll tell my story then as well.”
Though it was daylight and his power was not at it’s height the shadows from inside his very cloak darken and begin to writhe tendrils reaching out and flowing over him as he jogs after the his Chunchee love. He is powerful enough to change in the light. The shadows flow over him folding and shifting his form, becoming more beast than man until he bound forward landing on four huge paws. This time he is more lupine then last time he tried this form, but traces of the dire wolf can be seen still. His massive size for one, and a midnight black wolf that is Jack races off after the svelte silver one unerringly, with barely a glance back.
He will not be left behind, unless she wishes it. They would prepair together, he would be there for her, just as doggedly as she was for him.
[OOC – ‘Doggedly’… :)]
More discussion ensued, regarding the Logrus, and to where they might travel next. People rested, Lexy played her instruments, Cyan worked on the palanquet and Aaron tried to discover more of his abilites with the Pattern.
Eventually night fell, and the three humans (?) and one dragon found themselves alone around the campfire, still waiting for Kalika, Hunter, and Jack. Time passed, with much campfire discussion of a most odd nature.
Then Jack, Kalika, and Hunter returned. Kalika immediately went to sleep. Jack confessed that some kind of ceremony had been carried out, but would not discuss it further. Hunter and Berd eyed each other, while Cyan drank brandy and Aaron played with a bowl.
[ooc – Sorry – lots of character interaction that has no place in a summary, really]
Then contact. Someone was using a palanquet, attempting to bespeak Cyan. After warning all and sundry, the Bard prepared herself (as did the others, in their own particular and nasty fashions), and opened herself to the contact.
Cyan nods, noting Kallika's calm, relaxed stance, able to flow rapidly to do whatever she requires. It's a far cry from the tension filling the air around the Bard from the others. She smiles, faintly - she didn't need any reminder that the woman is far more skilled and prepared for sudden violence than the others, but it help, sometimes, to know who had your back.
Aaron, Ariane, Jack, Hunter, Kallika, Lexy. Her bard's mind settles them in a file, alphabetically.
And, of course, Berd. But then, he is always out of order.
"Very well," she says quietly, and opens her mind to the contact. "Good evening," the bard says, apparently to the empty air.
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