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 Post subject: Shadows Convocation
 Post Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 11:32 pm 
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‘Well then! What are you waiting for!?’ Howled a voice among them. ‘Get her!’ The startled look on the regent was forever engraved in the sins memory. A few moments ago, as the officers debated about what path to take, Sutra noticed the regent notice them. Her frantic eyes darted to the closest escape route. He could almost hear her prayers to what ever gods she prayed to, requesting their assistance in getting out of this one moment alive.

Today, the gods did not listen.

Within moments, she and her sole defender had been overrun. From a distance, Sutra watched as Aria straddled the gasping regent before whispering something in her ear. It was the dagger to the chest that framed the moment with vengeful satisfaction.

The dark shade prepared to make his way back home when Eniad’s voice called out again. ‘On my life, I want her soul. Can you do this for me?’ Sutra, slowly turned to face the overshadowing figure. With a tilt of the head and a grin, he answered.

‘I can indeed. On your life you say?’

Eniad eagerly nodded. The eager mage had made deals with men of flesh and blood. Sutra knew that this pact would entail reaching out to the nether. Calling out to the forgotten ones. The veteran assassin had only heard of this being done almost ten summers ago. And the results were less than agreeable.

Sutra smiled and faded into the woods.

The scheme of things had been set in motion.

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The dark shade glanced over to his young apprentice. She understood his silent request. Isis nodded and rushed to find her parents. He had not had the time to fill her head with tales of living shades that consumed souls. Time had not allowed for stories of the ancients that had walked the land before even the birth of the very kingdom they called home.

Soon, she would not need to hear hearsay from any mortal mouth. Very soon, she would see the plagues of the horsemen would sweep across their very homelands.

The sun had begun to hide behind the tall forest canopy of King's Point. Eniad would be at the agreed upon clearing. The fire mage would be there with the corpse of one very deceased regent.

Sutra reached the darkest corner of the woods and prepared the circle with stones. The shade stood in place. Memories did not fail him this night. He could retrace the weakness that tainted the pale face of the old tattered self-proclaimed necromancer. Sutra grinned with anxious pleasure, almost tasting the horrified panic that filled the air around the red-haired shaman. Sutra had witnessed the mumbled incantation, recited feebly from the ill-gotten tome of the dead.

The shade had reached out and grasped the leather bound codex. The sights and sheer experiences that racked his brain forever left a mark singed upon his very soul. The veteran assassin also knew, that as young and naive as he was that night; he had marked the book in return. In his minds eye, Sutra could see the very last page in the blood stained volume. The book of the damned that rightfully belonged to the Dreadstar. The book bound in flesh and blood. The last page was Sutra's own reflection staring wickedly back at him.

Sweat beaded on the sins dripping brow. Peeling back the sack, Sutra revealed an unconscious face. The limp body leaned helplessly against the dark ones leg. The incantation had been etched on his heart. He did not require the written words found in the defiled scriptures. They had been with him all along.

Revealing the dull blade, Sutra kissed the sacrificial lambs temple before dragging the blade across their throat. The pain induced wake up call was never easy for him to watch, so he focused on the swaying trees in the distance. The warm breeze cooled the bloody sweat on his chest. Sutra inhaled deeply. The writhing body was swiftly kicked into the circle. No words escaped the shades lips. Kneeling slightly, Sutra pressed his blood covered hand upon a single stone at the head of the circle and waited.

Nothing.

The body lay motionless as the pool of blood grew ever so slightly. Sutra's scowled at the lack of the intense reaction the summoning had stirred the last time the dark ones had been called upon.

Sutra disappointely wiped his hand on the ground and stood.

Instantly, the hair on the back of his neck stood.

Whispers. He could hear whispers all around him. He was not alone. The dark one stood defiantly.

From the darkness called out two distinct voices.

'So what do you offer in return boy?'
'His lineage is dark of heart...'

Two of the three ancients had come. Sutra knew their names, had seen them in visions and dreams. Like fleeting nightmares that lingered just outside of the common man's peripheral. The squire slowly turned and focused on the two pairs of glowing eyes.

The Darkheart. The Dreadstar.

Eniad's pact would be struck this night with two of the eldest spirits that roamed the lands.

Tonight, the scheme of things. Would be set. In motion.

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 Post subject: Re: Shadows Convocation
 Post Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 10:42 pm 
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The shadow had grown dark over the years under the guided tutelage of the Darkheart.

The young man had come into his own.

Sutra respectfully knelt as he spoke. The ancients were to be respected. His lady at arms stood frozen in time. Her young mind was unable to comprehend what she was seeing. This much lore and majick in one place was typically too much for a common mind to bear. Would drive one to madness. Sutra had sensed the spark within the girl named Isis. She had potential. He was again reassured by the fact that she did not crumple into a weeping fit like he had seen others do in the presence of the ancients.

Death followed those who had ever managed to call upon all three names of myth. Of the trinity, one was absent, the Skythasis.

She stood defiantly even. She had much to learn. And much to teach.

The Dreadstar seemed amused by the young girls oblivious stare as he swept a glance over the mortal beings before him. The Darkheart stepped forward and waited. A smirk curling on his lips. Sutra could sense his knight's pride with him. It had been a long road indeed.

'The one called Eniad desires to strike up a deal for a soul...' the squire declared.

'And what has he of interest to us?' the voices spoke.

'He says that on his last breath, he desires the regents soul. Her nam...'

'We are well aware of who you speak of Sutra.'

His heart was still. His memories trickled away slowly. It had almost been 10 years since he had awoken to this lucid dream. To think that he would convene with the ancients was a child's dream. Here he waited, in a forest clearing with the darkness.

'Where is Cynisca's body?'
'The magician has her. He makes his way here as we speak.'

The two shadows nodded as he studied Sutra's eyes. There was time when he would turn his gaze away. Proudly, the sin meet their twin stare and could feel the weight of the world on his shoulders. They were both well aware that he could bear this burden.

The sound of breaking twigs and crunching leaves betrayed the traveling giant. Eniad knew that attempting to sneak up on those he was meeting with was a silly thing to hope for.

'Sutra...' stated the nervously grateful wizard.
'Eniad.' nodded the cautious shade.

The half giant lay the motionless bundle at a safe distance from the center.

'Are they here?' Eniad asked.

'Ay...' Sutra amusingly responded.

'We are.' responded the night.

Sutra and Eniad focused hard to trace the source of the voices. With Sutra's nod, Isis slipped away into the woods.

'I want her soul. I have payment....'
'What is it you have to offer that would interest us?'
'What is it you want?'

A guttural chuckle emanated from the shadows.

'Our terms are simple.'

The dark ones whispered into the night's sky. These words were etched into Eniad's mind. They expected payment before the passing of the third full moon. Anything later than that would breach the agreement. A grievance that would incurred grave consequences for remiss payment.

The Dreadstar radiated.
The Darkheart pulsed.

Sutra's mind reeled for a split moment. It felt as if he was falling into eternity. He felt eternal, without form or shape. The sound of his heartbeat roared like a thousand war drums.

Disturbing images flashed before his mind's eye. Confusion racked his spirit.

The voices of the ancients spoke in unision.

'We have seen tomorrows seed and have chosen to share with you what is to come. With this, you will understand why things are as they must be. Do you understand Bahuas?'

Deafening silence caused him to silently shudder.

The dark one blinked and watched as the Dreadstar handed the thankful wizard a small black object. Coal? No...charcoal. Odd.

Eniad bowed and made his way back to the Artusian camp a few miles outside of the King's Point main walls.

The sin walked with the wizard as they shared tales of running in the woods hunting the warmongering regent who had declared Artus Pass a traitors haven weeks before.

A familiar face laughed as he caught up with the victorious pair.

'Nettle!, how goes?' Eniad posed.

The monks face instantly contorted into a mercenaries grimace.

It had been a long time since Sutra had been bested in the art of treachery.

The stinging pain of Nettle's swords flat side cracking against the side of his skull caught him completely off guard. He couldn't remember if he fell gracefully. Sutra only damned the possibility that his dying day would be spent on some no name road not his own.

=================

Sutra grunted painfully awake. Sitting up, the throbbing of his left cheek and temple screamed murder.

The shade focused on Eniad's figure bracing against a great oak.

'WHAT THE HELL!?' roared Sutra.
'Don't worry, he didn't get far.' muttered the wizard.
'What the hell...' the sin repeated.

'He didn't get the soul.'

Sutra cradled his face in his hands as he shook off the unwelcome headache. The ringing in his ears had begun to subside.

'Well if he didn't get the soul, what the hell was his intent? Did he take anything at all?' Sutra confoundedly questioned. A monk deciding to not loot or kill two subdued targets was counter-intuitive. Out right unnatural. The sins suspicions ran rampant.

'What the hell...'

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