The Chronicles of Mystria: Times of Sorrow I

[Crystal Spires]

"I simply want a homeland for my people, and yet, whenever we settle down, we are attacked viciously and for no real cause."

"How deeply fortuitous that it is that you have spoken to me then for that is my intent. I intend to take the flower of Zaiden and give it to an unbidden and claim that it was he who retrieved the flower. With this act, the unbidden will be redeemed, and the world will be indebted to them. They will have to grant the land to the unbidden, the savior of Mystria." Maven said feeling remarkably comfortable with Dark'han. It was strange, almost like he had met him before, but he didn't know why.

"I know it is the seeker's fate to go through immense hardship, but I've lived a life of hardship already, so why not take that and put it to good use? I will get the relics, and then without fail I will be able to save all of Mystria. The Unbidden and the Bidden. The world will be at peace. It wouldn't matter that they don't know who really did it. The idea of a world at peace with itself is enough for me." He said as he looked at the falling snow again his clear blue eyes with a spark that seemed strike Dark'han as familiar.

"As you can see, I'm a good politician, and being a good politician is a thankless job, and no one will thank me for doing the right thing, because that is what is expected of me. However I don't think anyone becomes a politician because they wanted thanks for doing what they do. We're hated, accused of corruption, our lives are exposed and our faults are seen by the whole world. We are criticized if we do right and crucified if we do wrong. However this is our life. I am so proud to be what I am, and I know I became High Chancellor so that I could bring some good to the world. I have a dream I want to achieve, and if I can do it, I will die a happy man. This world of peace is worth fighting for, and I will remember that when I face tribunal, and when I return to my cold cell, and even if I lose the tribunal and feel the cold steel strike the life from my body. The secret is out, and I remember that there's hope for a better future. I'm a politician, I have the potential to create the greatest good in society, and people trust me enough to put their faith in me and believe in me. I will live up to that faith, or I will die." Maven said as he looked at Dark'han and turned around his beautiful white wings spreading out and him preparing for flight again. "I'm glad to have met you. May the Just God watch over you friend."

[The Inritus Extraho]

Dar'khan nodded at Maven's speech, absorbing the information near-instantaneously, and then gestured to the Werewolf. "Lead us," he said, an icy tone of command in his voice, "Bring me to Her." The Arcanghouls primed themselves to move, knowing that the Werewolves were immensely fast, and Dar'khan braced himself for the near-instantaneous acceleration of their sprinting start.

--

The Thralls attempted to encircle Jeremiah and cut him off, to either kill him or prevent his escape - the Gate was now only four feet in diameter.

Outside the Ghoul-world, the Circle was slowly fading from the wall, fading to the darkness of natural shadow.

[Yesopalitha]

Dar'khan nodded at Maven's speech, absorbing the information near-instantaneously, and then gestured to the Werewolf. "Lead us," he said, an icy tone of command in his voice, "Bring me to Her." The Arcanghouls primed themselves to move, knowing that the Werewolves were immensely fast, and Dar'khan braced himself for the near-instantaneous acceleration of their sprinting start.

The Werewolf ran, swift as the wind, back to the Forest, where Nirdasil still sat, her head in her hands, her body shaking. It was a sorrowful sight, for it seemed that she had been that way for hours, yet she had the air of a determined person, who knew what she must do, but wouldn't like it very much at all.

[United World Order]

Dar'khan nodded at Maven's speech, absorbing the information near-instantaneously, and then gestured to the Werewolf. "Lead us," he said, an icy tone of command in his voice, "Bring me to Her." The Arcanghouls primed themselves to move, knowing that the Werewolves were immensely fast, and Dar'khan braced himself for the near-instantaneous acceleration of their sprinting start.

--

The Thralls attempted to encircle Jeremiah and cut him off, to either kill him or prevent his escape - the Gate was now only four feet in diameter.

Outside the Ghoul-world, the Circle was slowly fading from the wall, fading to the darkness of natural shadow.

Jeremiah kicked one of the thrails in the snout and dashed and jumped through the gate, His team pulled him out and laid on the ground looking at the sky just motionless because of what happen

(Now would be the time to make some Assassians try to kill him, Spires)

[Crystal Spires]

The assassins who had been following Jeremiah since he had left the Vulture's call battle fired arrows at Jeremiah as he lie on the ground.

A perfect opportunity to finish the once well known Grandmaster and champion of Suld at his most vulnerable moment.

[United World Order]

The assassins who had been following Jeremiah since he had left the Vulture's call battle fired arrows at Jeremiah as he lie on the ground.

A perfect opportunity to finish the once well known Grandmaster and champion of Suld at his most vulnerable moment.

The two team members sacrificed themselves getting infront of the arrows as they were killed, Jeremiah rose and got up his eyes shifting..

[The Inritus Extraho]

Dar'khan arrived only a moment after the Werewolf, his Arcanghouls immediately spreading out to create a defensive perimeter - Gods forbid something attack him while he was trying to help Nirdasil. He kneeled next to her, frowning lightly at her plight. "'Sil?" he asked quietly, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

[Yesopalitha]

Dar'khan arrived only a moment after the Werewolf, his Arcanghouls immediately spreading out to create a defensive perimeter - Gods forbid something attack him while he was trying to help Nirdasil. He kneeled next to her, frowning lightly at her plight. "'Sil?" he asked quietly, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

"Ah, you've come, Dar'khan. Sorry I'm in such a bad shape," Nirdasil said, and tried to stand to greet him properly, but her knees gave way underneath her, and she crumpled to the ground.

"I feel... No, what I feel doesn't matter. What matters is this... I have a favor to ask of you. You may not like it. It is highly personal, and you may not deem it best for the Chosen of Zaiden. But I need this done... And because I cannot get it done myself, I need to send someone else... And I need you to go in my stead," Nirdasil said, her voice emotional yet firm.

Her gaze was intense and unyielding, yet comforting.

[Crystal Spires]

The two team members sacrificed themselves getting infront of the arrows as they were killed, Jeremiah rose and got up his eyes shifting..

The Assassins continued to relentlessly attack Jeremiah and prepared to flee if necessary back into the shadows. They had kept their ability to follow him to a minimum and now that he knew they were tailing him it would be much more difficult for them to do so. The act of a surprise attack only worked once. They hoped this attack was all they would need, so they still fired at him hoping the arrows would hit.

[United World Order]

The two team members sacrificed themselves getting infront of the arrows as they were killed, Jeremiah rose and got up his eyes shifting..

The Assassins continued to relentlessly attack Jeremiah and prepared to flee if necessary back into the shadows. They had kept their ability to follow him to a minimum and now that he knew they were tailing him it would be much more difficult for them to do so. The act of a surprise attack only worked once. They hoped this attack was all they would need, so they still fired at him hoping the arrows would hit.

Jeremiah tried to dodge and deflect them but one arrow pierced his shoulder as he screamed in agony leaving his gaurd down two struck him in the stomach his eyes widened the Katana fell and he dropped to his knees then collapsed to the floor...


Finnaly...My Son...Welcome Home...

[Yesopalitha]

The Mountains around Terradin

In the Mountains around Terradin, in the Land of the Dwarves, there was a legend.

The legend stated that any Dwarf that wandered into the Mountains alone didn't return... that there were actually Trolls in the mountains.

The Government completely shut up anyone who talked about Trolls in public, for they declared that such beings were extinct, that they had been wiped out.

However, they were wrong.

There were about three hundred Trolls still left in the Mountains, all living in seclusion, for they knew that discovery would mean extermination.

Each Troll stood eight to ten feet tall, and weighed at least a few hundred pounds. They weren't very smart, but they were big, and they were strong. They were also very resilient. They wore armor of various types, for one of the things they did know how to do was forge metal. They had lived in the Mountains for hundreds of years, slowly gaining in number, for a Troll took a long time to mature.

There was one Troll who was in command of them all - they called him Chief. What Chief said, they did, for otherwise Chief would kill whomever didn't do what he said.

One day, in the Mountains, Chief called a meeting of all the heads of the families of Trolls in the Mountains.

He had something in mind.

[The Inritus Extraho]

Dar'khan gently put a hand on her shoulder, steadying her. "You need not stand to greet me..." he said, smiling. "But what is this task?"

[Yesopalitha]

Dar'khan gently put a hand on her shoulder, steadying her. "You need not stand to greet me..." he said, smiling. "But what is this task?"

"The Beastling that you met.. Jabrill.. the one you brought to me... He has been captured by the Dwarves of Terradin. They think that he has done some horrible things... But I know that there is no way that he has. He is innocent. I need you to go and rescue him. Work with his friends. Gain their trust. Free him, and return to me. I know that you do not care for the Bidden, for they have hurt us in the past. However, unless one side starts helping the other, the gap that is between the Bidden and the Chosen will never be bridged. Our relationships will never be mended. We might as well start with one Beastling and his friends - who include Humans, Elves, Changelings, Treefolk, and Dwarves... All the races of Mystria. Yes, he is dear to me, I will not deny that fact... But really, for the sake of the Chosen, you must do this for me. I would go myself, but the Chosen need me. We are mobilizing and soon we will confront the other races of Mystria as equals. They need me. But I need this done. Will you go in my stead?" Nirdasil questioned.

[The Inritus Extraho]

Dar'khan took a deep, shuddering breath. This is wrong... he thought, distrustful of the Bidden. But he nodded anyways. "Yes... I will. Where is he? I obviously need some kind of plan to break him out, and that bit doesn't seem like it will be difficult..." He frowned, his voice dropping. "But to get there? Do I have to work with his friends?"

[United World Order]

Jeremiah awoked in a grey like place as he stood up his gaze fell apon the sight of a Cemetary and a dark like cathedral that had several crows pearched atop its roof. They talked in there own type of language Caw Caw Caw... Jeremiah strolled into the cemetary passing grave stone after grave stone and then reached the steps of the Cathedral and pushed opened the two large double wooden doors. Light flooded out from inside untill his eyes set apon his mother dressed in a white funeral like dress...

"Mother?...Is that you or do my eyes decive me?" Jeremiah spoke as he slowly walked the asile.

Annabell turned her face glowed with beauty as she smiled and greeted him with a hug. "Jeremiah!, I expected your return to join me in my sanctum" She said as Jeremiah smiled and embraced her.

"It feels good to see you again, Mother" Jeremiah said softly..

[Crystal Spires]

Amalia wandered through the forests taking comfort in her return to the Changeling kingdom, but she had taken the road away from the path and admiring instead the sounds of the cool winter forest. It was drier here, so there was no snow on the ground, but the wind blew cold through her face. She headed towards the forest and realized that she was most certainly lost. She didn't know if she'd be able to get to Corbal at this rate and the disorienting wood had reminded her that she had passed that tree several times now.

"Oh by the Creators... not again!" She said as she went frustrated through the woods.

[Yesopalitha]

Dar'khan took a deep, shuddering breath. This is wrong... he thought, distrustful of the Bidden. But he nodded anyways. "Yes... I will. Where is he? I obviously need some kind of plan to break him out, and that bit doesn't seem like it will be difficult..." He frowned, his voice dropping. "But to get there? Do I have to work with his friends?"

"Terradin is deep in the Dwarven Empire... And you need not work with his friends, but it may help you if you do. Listen to me, Dar'khan. I hate the Bidden as much as you do... They have caused us so much pain. However, if we start acting more Bidden than they are... Wouldn't that maybe force them to act a bit more civilized? We have met them blade for blade for centuries, and we have not come any more closer to peace. If peace is what we want, we must show it, and we should start by standing for what is right," Nirdasil said, "You might ask, 'Who is she to determine what is right? She used to be so evil!' That is true. However, I am trying to change my ways... And to be honest with you, Dar'khan, I don't know what I would do with myself if any harm befell that Beastling without a just cause. What he is held for is not a just cause... Please, please do this for me. I beg of you."

She threw herself at his feet in order to show just how much this mission meant for her.

[Servoth]

Dariken sat at the base of his tower, with his stolen airship hovering just above the tower. In his hands was a hyper-quartz grenade, he planned on expanding the blast radius for, it was a needed a modication if Dariken was going to better defend against Maddy if she ever found him. He was just about finished with the modication, which would increase the radius to 5 yards, and he close back up the grenade and prepared to throw it. Dariken stood up, took a throwing stance, and yelled, "Clear!" He immediately launched the grenade into the air (which went flying), and he flattened himself out onto the ground with his hands over his head, waited for the sound of the grenade exploding.

[Crystal Spires]

Amalia heard a loud cracking sound and her immediate thought was...

"Dragons! Crap. Not again. Why oh why do they have to keep making my life difficult?"

Amalia went towards the sound of the explosion and saw Dariken blow up the quartz grenade.

"Hey are you okay?" She yelled at him.

[Servoth]

Amalia heard a loud cracking sound and her immediate thought was...

"Dragons! Crap. Not again. Why oh why do they have to keep making my life difficult?"

Amalia went towards the sound of the explosion and saw Dariken blow up the quartz grenade.

"Hey are you okay?" She yelled at him.

Dariken lifted his head up off the ground, and surveyed the area. He spotted Amalia to his suprise. As far as he knew no one lived near by this mountian, but then again the information he had was abit out of date. Israphel had built this tower here almost 100 years ago, so there was no way of immediately knowing. "Um, I fine. May I ask, what are you doing up here?" Dariken yelled back.

[Apoctis]

Rarth was walking along a trail as his back wrapped across his back and his sword hung at his belt. A lute echoed through the area he was traveling and smiled as he started to play his favourite tune. He was taking his time strolling along and listened to the birds. He smiled and laughed as he played his tune, His sword clanged as it hit is legs. He was skipping now and played his tune. Not a care in the world troubled this man's mind, and though his sack sagged at his side, he was sure he would find and soon. Rarth laughed again as he tried to entice the birds into his song. He was a fan of nature and its beauty and determined that it was made naturally. Rath strummed the finishing lines on his lute and then continued to walk. Enjoying everything he could about nature.

[Crystal Spires]

. "Um, I fine. May I ask, what are you doing up here?" Dariken yelled back.

She looked at Dariken and confusedly and smiled at him with the strange porcelain doll eyes.

"I got lost." She said expressionlessly. "Completely utterly and hopelessly lost. This is the eighth time I've passed this stupid tree and I know because I marked it about 3 times."

Amalia looked at Dariken. He certainly looked like a dragon. She thought it would be a nice thing to approach him him warmly and welcome him but Amalia was terrible with words so she just bowed.

[Servoth]

What do I do, bow back? I don't know! I've never even met a changeling in person. Just go ahead and bow!

Dariken got up quickly, although not trying to get up to quickly as he may look eager. Once he was up straight and standing tall, he then proceeded to return Amalia's bow. "My names Dariken, uh....um, what's yours?" Dariken said stupidly as he began to realize how beautiful she looked to him.

[Crystal Spires]

"My name is Amalia Bromwild. I am a Mercybringer from Corbal, but I've lost my way completely, so I don't know what to do now. My order probably thinks I am dead. This would not be the first time this has happened." Amalia said as she looked at the Quartz grenades. "What are those?"

She took a quartz grenade in hand and found them to be interesting. She had never seen one before and examined it carefully.

"It reminds me of something I saw in the cloisters once. It was a.... I think a...a stun zapper? Those are really cool. Did you make all these yourself?" she asked as she examined them carefully.

[Servoth]

"My name is Amalia Bromwild. I am a Mercybringer from Corbal, but I've lost my way completely, so I don't know what to do now. My order probably thinks I am dead. This would not be the first time this has happened." Amalia said as she looked at the Quartz grenades. "What are those?"

She took a quartz grenade in hand and found them to be interesting. She had never seen one before and examined it carefully.

"It reminds me of something I saw in the cloisters once. It was a.... I think a...a stun zapper? Those are really cool. Did you make all these yourself?" she asked as she examined them carefully.

"Well those are hyper-quartz grenades, and if you aren't careful we'll both be dead, the only thing left will be a large crater in the ground. But yes, I did build these myself, along with this tower behind me." Dariken stated.

Should I tell her that we are unbidden? NO! That is the last thing we need to do. If she found out, she may very well kill us. Just like Maddy, don't tell her unless of the utmost importance.