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| Tea Time with the Family; Takes place in Sabre's home dimension | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 11 2008, 06:45 PM (325 Views) | |
| LadySabre | Apr 11 2008, 06:45 PM Post #1 |
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Sabre sat at her store counter, a crystal ball resting in front of her. Behind her, Norban stood obediently. With a sigh, she chanted the brief words to get the magic of the ball going. Once it was strong enough, she stopped chanting and focused her mind on the image of Alain, using Althea and Virote's images of him to bolster the strength of the signal. "Alain!" she called out to the armored figure she could see standing in a forest. "Alain, I'm leaving Aronia for my home dimension. I've business that needs dealing with and my return is long overdue. I'm bringing Alia with me for safe-keeping. Should you find my presence necessary while I'm on my quick visit, all you need do is call my name. You have to mean, it though," she said, narrowing her eyes. "I shouldn't be long in my dimension, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm here for you. Safety keep you and yours..." Her voice trailed away, but the smile had returned to it. She broke the link with Alain via the crystal ball and blinked her eyes a few times. They'd begun to tear up from having not blinked in a few minutes, but she quickly brushed the liquid away with two swipes of her elegant fingers. Turning to Norban, she returned the crystal ball to its place under the counter and grabbed up her satchel. He leaned down and hefted a much larger pack onto his shoulders and growled his readiness. On her shoulder, Alia cooed quietly, bringing a smile to the dark elf's lips. "Let us get going," she said smiling, and the pair stepped outside. Double-checking all of the locks and spells on the store, she moved into the middle of the street and grinned wickedly. "KAEL!" she called. Instantly, the large black horse materialized beside her, stamping its foot and chomping its bit in eagerness. Alia nearly jumped in surprise, but Sabre sent a comforting mental wave to the dragonette, as well as directions to curl up around the horn of the saddle for safety. Stuffing the satchel into one of the saddlebags, Sabre quickly stepped up into the saddle and spun the steed with less than a twitch of the reins. "Hyah!" she yelled, kicking Kael's sides roughly to get him to move and his adrenaline pumping even more. Usually she wouldn't need to kick him, but they had a long way to go in a short amount of time. "Hyah!" she repeated and her heels connected with his sides again. The horse was already halfway to the city gates, Norban at its side. When they passed under the iron portcullis, instead of continuing on the road leading away from the city, the trio disappeared. |
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Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me... | |
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| LadySabre | Apr 11 2008, 08:45 PM Post #2 |
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Important OOC Note: This thread takes place in a DIFFERENT dimension starting now. It's pretty much just a solo write to pass the time and because I've been wanting to do this for yeeeeeeeeears. LoL "Dirty little secrets... Dirty little lies..." The ebony-skinned elf sang quietly to herself as she strode up the walkway to the castle. Blood red and black banners waved silently in the wind high upon the walls as the archers watched the woman move with grace and seeming familiarity up the path. Whispers raced across the walls - a hushed rumor of figures from history. Had she truly returned? Had the traitorous Sabre finally returned to her home? "Say your prayers and comb your hair... Save your soul toniiiight..." A light chuckle left her parted lips as she finally reached the grand stairway leading to the double doors. Upon her shoulders, Alia shivered slightly and if it were possible, clung tighter to her guardian. One door opened as the woman was halfway up the steps and she smirked at the form standing silhouetted in the light from inside. "What a pleasant surprise this is," the nobleman drawled, stepping back and allowing the woman and her two escorts inside. A servant quickly took her cloak and frowned when his master and the woman walked off, leaving him alone with the wet werewolf who seemed to think he wanted to be covered in the water that he shook off. Norban hurried after his mistress once shaken, a wolfish grin on his lips. Sabre snickered and even the nobleman allowed a smirk to grace his fine features. "So what's the occasion my dear?" he asked as they made their way through the castle to his great hall. There would be no one else seeking audience with him at this hour, so it would be empty. Not that it really mattered - all he need do is flick his wrist and any room in the place would immediately empty as servants, guests, and full-time residents would flee obediently. "I had some business here to attend to. Figured I'd stop by and say 'hi'." "Ahh. Well, hello then. Or was there more?" he asked, a grin forming on his lips. "Was it that noticeable?" Sabre asked, taking a look around the room. At the head, upon a raised dias, was the man's throne. Grinning, she took a seat. Immediately, she felt the room heat up as his anger flared, but her amethyst eyes found his crimson orbs, challenging him. He managed to keep his cool and soon enough, the temperature dropped. Alia could feel the tension rising in the room, but Sabre cooed mentally to her. She'd promised Alain when he left for Terra that he would keep his little sister safe. Truly, she was in no danger here. "I'm beginning to lose my patience, little one," the man said, moving to stand in front of the seated Sabre. She could hear the draconic growl slowly forming in the back of his throat and smiled smugly. "You waltz in here after years of staying in hiding, acting as if this is your castle and your throne... Tell me - what is the meaning of this?" "I did tell you," Sabre insisted, grinning wickedly. "I had some business to attend to... There's a score that I need settled, you see." "Ah..." Again, the temperature began to rise, slowly this time. Sabre's eyes flashed crimson, matching those of her second-cousin for a moment and her form slowly began to shift. Her skin paled and her hair darkened to a reddish hue. A large pair of leathery bat wings sprouted from her shoulder blades, resting easily over the arms of the throne. The traveling outfit she'd been wearing changed drastically to a suit of black leather armor with a battle skirt resting at her hips. Bringing one leg up, Sabre crossed it over the other and leaned back, her hands resting casually on the hilts of her scimitars. Behind the man, Norban waited patiently, the hairs on his body beginning to stand on end. "I've waited for this for far too long... This is going to feel very good," the man laughed. His open mouth grew more and more and the laughter that soon echoed around the room was not human, but draconic. Instead of a nobleman, a gargantuan red dragon sat in front of Sabre. She was no bigger than about half of his hand, but she didn't seem intimidated. "You've no idea," she whispered, finally standing. A blast of searing flames erupted from the maw of the dragon, but Sabre stepped into thin air, appearing midair behind his skull unharmed. A cackle filled the air as the fight finally began to heat up. |
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Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me... | |
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| LadySabre | Apr 14 2008, 07:06 PM Post #3 |
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The red dragon roared in anger, but he wasn't honestly surprised that his cousin's niece had evaded his attack. It was the ease with which she had done so that put him on edge. Surely she hadn't seen it coming that easily. Above him, Sabre laughed openly, pulling her twin simitars from the sheaths at her hips with familiar fluidity. Her lips moved in a silent incantation, but nothing seemed to come of it. Alia silently and carefully uncurled herself from Sabre's neck and, opening her little wings, hopped from the woman's shoulders. She couldn't quite fly still, but she drifted in circles down towards the ground. Before she reached the cold marble floors, however, Norban caught her gently in his soft arms and snuggled her close, protectively. The two blades in Sabre's hands lit up, Althea crackling with electricity and Virote humming with hot flames. Twirling to her left to avoid a swipe from the dragon, she closed her wings and dove straight down towards the top of his skull. He knew better than to just let her hit him, but when he turned and ducked his head away, he was shocked yet again to see her there, too. Her bare feet landed on the tip of his nose and he barely closed his eyes in time to save them from the two jabs she sent in. One blow glanced off the ridge of his eyebrow, the other slashed across his eyelid, blinding that eye. Both wounds burned, but as he swiped at his nose to flick her off, he only managed to smack himself. Growling irritably, he opened his good eye and scanned the room for his second-cousin but all he found was the werewolf and dragonette that had accompanied Sabre in. Generally speaking, he would have allowed the dragonette to live - she was rather cute, after all - but she was on Sabre's side... and Sabre was not on his good side. Enraged now, he shot his neck down towards the beast and dragonette, fully intending to eat them. Instead of snapping down upon the soft, furry flesh of the werewolf, however, his teeth clanged against something hard, hot, and metallic... "Ah, ah, ah..." Sabre cooed up at him, her swords crossed in the dragon's mouth. "Your fight is with ME!" Pulling both swords, she grinned maniacally as they tore through the flesh of his gums upon exit. Had Althea and Virote not been hotter than the pits of hell, the blood would have remained upon their blades to taunt the dragon. The crimson liquid boiled and dripped to the floor, burning small portions of the marble upon impact. The swords were in motion once again before the dragon could respond. When Sabre charged straight towards his face, the dragon quickly pulled his neck back, leaving his chest and forelegs open. She cackled at his moronic mistake and launched a flurry of blows at his underbelly. Blood dripped from the wounds that appeared after each shot, some more vicious looking than the others. It was obvious that Virote's attacks were digging deeper and hitting harder, but Althea's electricity continued to arc and sear the open wounds, causing some intense pain to flood through the dragon. His epic roar echoed throughout the room and soon enough the double doors flung open as Bloodweaver soldiers raced in. None of them got past the doors, however, as all eyes were averted towards the fight. It wasn't long before the skirmish came to a loud end. The corpse of the dragon fell to the floor with an enormous crash, vibrating the ground and cracking the marble. Norban scurried over to the throne where Sabre dropped with ease from the air and placed Alia back onto her shoulders. A wicked grin filled Sabre's face as she stabbed both Althea and Virote into the ground at either hand. "You!" she called out, her voice booming with a new sort of power. The man she was looking at faltered, but stepped forward, visibly frightened half to death. "Fetch me a cart," she growled, grinning still. |
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Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me... | |
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| LadySabre | Apr 14 2008, 08:22 PM Post #4 |
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The large cart bustled down the dirt path slowly, but steadily. At its head was a steed dark as the night around it, with barding armor that shone brilliantly from the moonlight reflected in it. A golden horn sat atop the horse's head. Seated on the cart's driver seat was a figure hunched over from the cold, wrapped from head to toe in a thick cloak. Its hood was pulled up to shield it from the nighttime wind and to keep any passersby from getting a good look. Oddly enough, the driver's hands were tucked deep within the folds of the cloak - they were not driving the cart, and yet the horse kept going. An indeterminable lump was located in the back of the cart, covered wholly by a few tarps and tied down securely. Crouched beside it was a large werewolf. He'd been given a large cloak, for it was colder here in the north. Already the small group had passed through a fair amount of snow in the lower hills. Their destination was here in the valley and it wasn't quite time for the snows to reach this area. The driver hummed quietly as the cart stopped at the gates of a huge fortress tucked deep within the woods surrounding it. The most noticeable part of the fortress was easily the spire that reached seemingly indefinitely into the heavens above. Wolfspire... "Enter..." Boomed a distant voice, and the driver didn't hesitate to mentally spur the horse, causing it to pick up its speed. When they reached the front steps, a servant met them, ready to take the horse and cart to the stables. "Don't bother," came a voice from the doorway. "She won't be here long..." it growled. Sabre looked up and barely caught a glimpse of her uncle as he retreated back inside his home. He left the door open behind him and Sabre smirked, hopping gracefully from her new cart. She left Norban at the cart to protect her newly acquired mantle decoration. Alia leapt from her arms where Sabre had been snuggling the dragonette to keep her warm, landing in Norban's. The wolf immediately cuddled her close, crouching back down in the back of the cart. "It's good to see you, too, uncle," Sabre cooed, following Miste Wolfe into the building. He growled again in response, causing her grin to widen. "So it seems my cousin has been slaughtered - in his own home, no less..." he said, still with his back to her as he made his way down the hall to his study. "Not much was taken from his horde, so whoever did the deed was not in it for the money... were you?" At last, a grin filled the dark man's face, causing him to look rather maniacal. The three slashes under his right eye continued to seep blood as always, only adding to the creepy look she knew he was going for. "What do you think?" Sabre asked, closing the door of her uncle's study behind her. The silence that ensued was nearly suffocating, but she managed to keep a polite smile on her lips. Finally, he spoke up again, rubbing his brow as he did. "Why did you come here, Sabre? And why are you carting around that thing out there?" "Oh come now, Norban's not that bad," she chuckled. "Smelly at times, but I've bathed him recently, I promise." Miste Wolfe growled and slammed his fist onto the desk. His other hand instinctively went to the handle of his longsword, Soulburner and he pulled her from her sheath. The black blade crackled with power and energy, and Sabre could feel her tug at her mind, urging her to take her from her uncle's hand. She had no doubts that the blade was also singing violence and Sabre's own death into her uncle's mind. "You know what I'm talking about. I'm in no mood for your silly word games, Angel," he scowled, his eyes glowing crimson. Her own amethyst orbs flashed crimson for a moment as she sent up a silent challenge. "You know why I'm here, Uncle," she murmured, slowly removing the longsword she'd had strapped to her back. Placing it on the desk in front of Miste Wolfe, she grinned and stepped back, removing Althea and Virote from their sheaths. Without a sound or warning, she leapt forward, landing on the desk, her swords stabbing down towards her uncle's face. |
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Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me... | |
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| LadySabre | Apr 14 2008, 09:13 PM Post #5 |
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Miste Wolfe brought Soulburner up, blocking his niece's quick flurry. When she stopped, he twisted the blade in his hands and took a swing at her legs. She hopped up, easily avoiding the shot. One leg darted out, connecting her her uncle's face. As his head turned, she spun and crouched, driving both blades down towards his exposed neck. Soulburner was there to stop Althea and Virote. Sparks flew as the blades collided. Four metallic voices rang out loudly, trying to drown each other out. Sabre allowed Virote and Althea to sing through her veins and blocked out the voice of her late second-cousin's blade as it rest untouched upon the desktop. Soulburner's voice continued to tug at her mind, but she and her own blades growled in response. This didn't seem to bother the ego item in the slightest, as she continued to attempt to sway Sabre in her favor. "Why did you bring that wretched thing here?" Miste Wolfe growled, facing off against his niece. "No matter - it will only make Soulburner the happier to run you through!" he bellowed, charging forward. Sabre watched him approaching fast, holding Althea and Virote in her normal defensive stance. Her eyes widened slightly as he neared and she saw the blade subtly turn in her uncle's hands so that the blades were not facing her in the slightest. If he made contact with her ebony flesh, it would maybe bruise, but otherwise be harmless. Shaking her head, Sabre growled defiantly and dropped into a crouch when he finally reached her. Althea lashed out, slashing up and across his neck. Virote jabbed forward, impaling him to the hilt. Soulburner hung limply in his dying hands, singing victory. "It was a pre-determined fight," Sabre whispered, standing, as she felt her uncle's life force leave his body and enter her own. Sheathing her blades silently, she guided his hands in sheathing Soulburner as well. When he collapsed on the floor, no longer strong enough to keep himself standing, she hurried across the room to the greatsword hanging over his mantle. A small grin graced her lips as she pulled the infamous blade from its sheath. "Soulstealer," she purred, chuckling quietly. "Won't you enjoy this? If only your true master could be the one to hold you as you drink in his soul..." The blade hummed in response and she brought it up and over her head. Dropping to her knees, she slammed the blade down, beheading her uncle, and watched the blade light up as Miste Wolfe's soul was sucked in, trapped forever. "Daemon would have been proud," she chuckled, sheathing the blade. While it was a sentient blade like the other four in the room, Soulstealer was loyal to its true master like Althea and Virote. It only obeyed Sabre in snagging Miste Wolfe's soul because it was something its true master had strived to do before losing the blade to his half-brother. She and the blade respected each other, because both respected its master, Daemon. "I'll get you back to him someday," she promised quietly, slinging the sword belt over her shoulder. Unbuckling Miste Wolfe's belt, she pulled it off and strapped it to her back. After removing his rings and pendants, Sabre moved back to the blade on the desk and returned it to the spot on her back so that it and Soulburner made a violent 'X' there. When she opened the study doors, she was almost surprised to see a few familiar faces there. A small grin graced her ebony lips and she shook her head. "It is done," she said quietly, almost apologetically. The pair standing there seemed to understand and nodded, but didn't move. "Vierin, you remain my regent while I'm gone. Timox, keep an eye on him, eh?" she grinned. The half-dragon nodded and the large furry beast with some Drowish features barked quietly - his version of a laugh. "Send Manticore down to New Avalon with a small contingent of some of our best. I've taken Bloodweaver Barony for my own and so now it is Dark Mist Barony. I doubt Rand will be pleased, but to hell with that stupid grey elf..." "I only have one question, Lady," Vierin said simply, crossing his arms thoughtfully across his chest. "Why?" "It was not my choice," she answered the new regent with a shrug. Jerking her head to the side some, she watched Vierin's eyes fall upon the pommel of his late lord's blade strapped to her back. "Soulburner made a choice. There was nothing he could do about it." "Will he come back?" "No. He is with me now, so there is no coming back. Even if I hadn't had Soulstealer drink him in, he wouldn't have come back as your old Knight, or your Lord, or even your friend. You know about the curse." "Aye... Well, safe travels, Lady. Is there anything we can assist you with before you leave?" "No. I've got one more stop before I leave again." "To where?" "Aronia." "Aronia? Where's that? South of New Avalon?" Sabre chuckled and placed a hand on the draconic man's shoulder. "Perhaps I'll tell you someday, Vierin... Timox," she said, nodding politely to the Drow werebeast. "Until we meet again..." With a smile, she moved past the two men she'd been Squire brothers with and had fought beside for countless years. They had grown into decent people. She had no doubts that they would keep House Dark Mist - HER house now - running and in good order. Resuming the same tune she'd been humming on the way in, she hopped back into the seat of her cart once outside and silently bade Kael to take them away. It wasn't far to their next and final destination here in this dimension. Looking back, she smiled to Alia as she took off the three blades that did not belong on her person, dropping them on the other side of the lump as Norban. Next to them was a small sack, which clinked as small pieces of metal bumped against each other with the movement of the cart. "We'll be with your brother soon," she smiled, reaching a hand down and brushing the top of the dragonette's head gently. Norban growled his agreement and hunkered down, his back resting against the front of the cart. Alia responded with a tiny growl of her own and curled up in his fur-covered arms for a nap. |
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Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me... | |
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| LadySabre | May 23 2008, 05:46 PM Post #6 |
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The trek back down through Dark Mist lands was easier than entering, but no one stopped her this time. Usually guard patrols wouldn't hesitate to stop anyone on the path, but she guessed Vierin had assured her easy travels back home, at least through his lands. South and west they traveled, and soon enough, it was warm enough to travel with nothing more than a light cloak. On the third day, Sabre's destination was in sight. Instead of strolling into the castle yard as she'd done at both of her previous destinations, she stopped Kael and waited to be allowed entrance. She dare not offend Lord Sir Gyles, especially when she'd only met the man once or twice. It was not him whom she sought, however, and so she was quickly led to the town temple. "Sabre!" came a cheerful voice from the front of the sanctuary. The dark elf grinned at her name and couldn't help but rush forward to meet the priest in a bear hug. "Jester. Gods, it's been too long." "Not my fault you didn't come visit," he said matter-of-factly. Sabre grinned and the pair took a seat in an empty pew. "So, what brings this random visit? Did you hear about Miste Wolfe? And I heard rumor that Niigil's dead, too..." His voice drifted off as he watched the face of his dark elf friend and he shook his head in disbelief. "No way!" "Aye..." Sabre chuckled, closing her eyes for a few moments. "Please, no boasting on my behalf, though. I can just see you prancing around town square, squealing 'I know who killed Miste Wolfe and Niigil!'." "Me? Noooo... So. What are you doing HERE?" "I have a favor to ask of you." "Please, ask away! You know I'll always be here for you." "I know. That's why I wondered if you could hold onto something for me... Although, it's actually someone else's... I just think between the two of us, you've got a better chance of finding him." One of the priest's eyebrows raised, causing a small grin to play across Sabre's lips. Standing, she crossed in front of him, exiting the pew and beckoned for him to follow. He did so obediently, and the pair walked out of the church, down to the cart parked in front. "Is that what I think it is?" Jester asked, eyeing the lump in the back. A knowing glance from Sabre gave him the answer. "Oh you naughty girl, you!" She laughed and reached down, pulling the greatsword from out of the cart. Handing it over to Jester, she crossed her arms across her chest and leaned back casually against the side of the cart. "So, do you accept the task of keeping it safe until we can find him again?" Jester stared down at the blade of his old Lord. His bright eyes flickered up to Sabre's and then towards the castle not too far off. "I'm not sure Gyles would approve..." he murmured, but a smile quickly flickered back to life on his face and he shot one hand out towards Sabre. "I accept!" "I'd hoped you would," she said, brushing past his hand and hugging him to seal the deal instead. "Of all the people in this place, I think I'll miss you the most." "So stay here. Gyles will accept you, I'm sure, once he sees you're not all creepy and evil." "I can't. I've matters to attend to elsewhere. No, not New Avalon. My job is done there, until Raiven decides to show his face again. Rand, while completely incompetent, can handle the kingdom. Talk about your hypocritical statements... Anyways... I'd better be off..." From the back of the cart, Alia cooed and crawled up the side so that Sabre could scoop her up. "It seems my presence is needed even earlier than I had thought." "Aww... How cute! Can I have her instead of this?" Jester asked, grinning. Sabre laughed and shook her head. "No dear. This is my friend's sister. She's not going anywhere except back to her brother." "She's not related to Niigil, is she? That's a bad breed right there..." "I'm related to Niigil..." "Yes, but you're different, see..." "I know, I know." Leaning forward, Sabre snagged one last hug from her dear friend before climbing back into the cart's driver seat. "I'd better get going. Hope Gyles doesn't mind inter-dimensional travel just outside his gate..." Flashing a wicked grin down to Jester, she waved and watched him wave in return as Kael took off at a light trot back towards the gate. "Come back anytime!" she heard Jester call out and she held up her hand to show she'd heard. Cracking the reins sharply, Sabre urged Kael to pick up speed as they reached the street leading out of the gates. As in Ombra di Notta, instead of exiting the gates, the horse, cart, and all its passengers simply disappeared. |
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Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me... | |
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