Atina felt a hiss of pain slip from her iced-rose colored lips when the carriage ran over a bump. Inwardly, she was sobbing and curled up in a feeble position, but on the outside, she was taking it like a man. Maybe even better than that. "I've seen people run from Fate, my friend, and trust me... it never ends well..." She herself knew what happened to those who tried to make their own path in this world. Many friends of hers had been taken from her before she realized where her true path lie. Then she listened to what he had to say and felt a small smile form on her lips, though she was more focused on splinting her ribs from the inside. Damn it... She tried to find her eye patch and immediately knew that it had been left behind in the stables. No! NO! She thought in a panic, more worried about them thinking that her eye was one of the Devil's rather than the fact that it was a hint to the Haze where she had gone. She would probably remember that later, when they were too far gone to do anything about it. "Could I... ask you of another favor, Kyron?" Her voice grew weaker with each word. She clenched her eyes closed as she broke down her womanly pride. "Could you cut a strip of my cloak and tie it over my right eye? It... it's atrocious to look at... and... I'd rather not have everyone seeing the scar."
Just then, she heard him ask for the man who'd run off to jump onto the cart. She looked over and gave him a long look with her left eye. Then she motioned for him to come closer to the cart, giving a polite and knowledgeable nod to Lelana, and held out the small box. "Please, forgive me for being so rude and abrupt earlier." She said quietly as she tried to hide the pain that she felt from her expression. "I am Atina, the High Priestess of the Tarot Guild." She gave him a nod that would have been a bow if she had been able to. "This is Kyron, Strength of the Tarot Guild." She continued to hold the box out to him. "I have a notion that you may be one of the people that we are looking for in our depreciating guild. Please, try to open the box. If you cannot do so, then I may have been mistaken. If you do, select the top card and join us in our battle against the ones who are tearing our world apart."
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So we're going to do a reinactment of "The Last Unicorn"?
Atina frowned slightly when the man looked at her in disbelief, stating that he would not be taking a card from her. He thinks it's just a joke... from a madwoman... She thought this in slight horror as she felt the wounds begin to heal from Kyron's magic. She leaned over the side of the carriage and vomited blood once the healing truly began to kick in. In all of her years of training, she had never uncovered the reason why healing magic made her sick in her stomach, vomiting up blood of all things, but then again, she was not talented with it at all and her body rejected it a good part of the time. This time, however, his spells actually worked, and she couldn't help but feel grateful towards her guildmate."So he can understand animal speech?" She asked hesitantly when she watched him run past after the mare.
She looked at Merek and then to Kyron again. "We must track him down... if the Haze capture him too... they'll have more of the upper hand than they already do...." She hissed thisthrough her teeth as she tried to focus her own magic inside of her. Her magic, unlike many mages, had no specific form, element, or color. It was all and yet nothing. She focused it so that it would splint up her cracked ribs enough so that they would heal in the same spot as they were when healthy. She then hesitantly reached up and covered her eye with her hand. She clenched her teeth together as she felt tears prickling at her eyes. Oh no... they know... they know how horrible this eye is... "The horse is heading towards the eastern gate..."
She looked at Merek and then to Kyron again. "We must track him down... if the Haze capture him too... they'll have more of the upper hand than they already do...." She hissed thisthrough her teeth as she tried to focus her own magic inside of her. Her magic, unlike many mages, had no specific form, element, or color. It was all and yet nothing. She focused it so that it would splint up her cracked ribs enough so that they would heal in the same spot as they were when healthy. She then hesitantly reached up and covered her eye with her hand. She clenched her teeth together as she felt tears prickling at her eyes. Oh no... they know... they know how horrible this eye is... "The horse is heading towards the eastern gate..."
Atina had made sure that all of the main offices, libraries, and studies were locked away--only to be opened by herself, the Empress, or the Emperor. She didn't want the Haze breaking into their information without breaking their necks in the process. The spell that she placed on the doors, windows, even the secret doors between the rooms would kill anyone who happened to break the seal. I don't care how many of us die in the process of keeping that information safe... She thought in her dark mood as she slowly made her way to her small room on the fourth floor, which would have housed all of the Major Arcana, if any of the others had stayed before leaving and never returning. It was a lonely walk to the end of the hall, and her room was as silent as death itself. She packed everything that she could use for the journey and even some extra things that may prove useful, even a couple of ancient spell books that were written in ancient languages. If anything, she could perhaps find someone able to decipher the strange words.
Then she made sure to lock her door and teleported to the stables, where she was greeted by several of the Minor Arcana. "Where do you think you're going, Priestess?" The King of Pentacles asked in his rough tone.
She stared at him with her single ivy colored eye before she pretended as if she hadn't heard him. She began to saddle a horse and just as she was climbing onto it, the man grabbed her by her cloak and threw her onto the ground. The air had been knocked from her lungs and he and a few of his Court members stared down at her. She could feel them beginning to build up their own magic,drawing it into themselves so that they could use it. She wanted to call out, but the King kicked her in the ribs, cracking at least two of them before going for the brown box that held the ancient Tarot cards. Curling herself around it like it were a child, they began to kick and and try to pry it from her hands. She didn't call out, nor did she attempt to fight back until they believed that she had passed out. As the King reached down to swipe it away from her unconscious hands, there was a flare of magic that sent all of them flying into the stable walls and hay.
Staggering onto her feet, she wiped the blood from her swollen lip and grimaced with pain as she felt her patched eye had been kicked to a swollen, bloody mess. She reached out her hand and made a symbol in the air that glowed a bright green before burning out. It was a memory spell that would make them think that there had simply been some trouble with a horse and it had gotten away. Then she made more bright green symbols in the air that would erase her from the memory of anyone who had ever laid eyes on her within the Tarot guild, excluding the Major Arcana. They would never know what she had done or would ever remember that she was their High Priestess. Despite herself, tears formed in her eyes as she slowly climbed onto the stallion that would be her mount for this journey.
Riding down the empty streets, her cloak keeping her from being sighted as a woman with an eye patch, she made her way to the inn. Once she had reached the stables, she heard voices inside speaking--one of them Kyron's. Damn it all... I don't want him to see me like this... I don't want him to know what I had to do to get out of there... Once the stallion had entered the stables, she felt her head begin to spin, dark spots danced before her eyes. No... hold it together, Atina... don't be weak... But the moment that the horse came to a stop by the help of the stable boy, she slipped off the horse and landed on the ground with a small thud and a grunt.
The boy quickly moved her horse into a stall before rushing over to help her up. She coughed up a bit of blood as she stood up, looking over to Kyron and the other newcomer, who was just as beat up as she. With a rush of lightheaded disbelief, she reached p and tore her eye patch from her face, revealing the iris that glowed like an emerald. The other man glowed like a firefly in complete darkness, not even outshone by Kyron's own glow. She started walking over, holding the box out to the other man, ignoring Kyron, and said, "Open this box... and pick up the top card..."
Then she made sure to lock her door and teleported to the stables, where she was greeted by several of the Minor Arcana. "Where do you think you're going, Priestess?" The King of Pentacles asked in his rough tone.
She stared at him with her single ivy colored eye before she pretended as if she hadn't heard him. She began to saddle a horse and just as she was climbing onto it, the man grabbed her by her cloak and threw her onto the ground. The air had been knocked from her lungs and he and a few of his Court members stared down at her. She could feel them beginning to build up their own magic,drawing it into themselves so that they could use it. She wanted to call out, but the King kicked her in the ribs, cracking at least two of them before going for the brown box that held the ancient Tarot cards. Curling herself around it like it were a child, they began to kick and and try to pry it from her hands. She didn't call out, nor did she attempt to fight back until they believed that she had passed out. As the King reached down to swipe it away from her unconscious hands, there was a flare of magic that sent all of them flying into the stable walls and hay.
Staggering onto her feet, she wiped the blood from her swollen lip and grimaced with pain as she felt her patched eye had been kicked to a swollen, bloody mess. She reached out her hand and made a symbol in the air that glowed a bright green before burning out. It was a memory spell that would make them think that there had simply been some trouble with a horse and it had gotten away. Then she made more bright green symbols in the air that would erase her from the memory of anyone who had ever laid eyes on her within the Tarot guild, excluding the Major Arcana. They would never know what she had done or would ever remember that she was their High Priestess. Despite herself, tears formed in her eyes as she slowly climbed onto the stallion that would be her mount for this journey.
Riding down the empty streets, her cloak keeping her from being sighted as a woman with an eye patch, she made her way to the inn. Once she had reached the stables, she heard voices inside speaking--one of them Kyron's. Damn it all... I don't want him to see me like this... I don't want him to know what I had to do to get out of there... Once the stallion had entered the stables, she felt her head begin to spin, dark spots danced before her eyes. No... hold it together, Atina... don't be weak... But the moment that the horse came to a stop by the help of the stable boy, she slipped off the horse and landed on the ground with a small thud and a grunt.
The boy quickly moved her horse into a stall before rushing over to help her up. She coughed up a bit of blood as she stood up, looking over to Kyron and the other newcomer, who was just as beat up as she. With a rush of lightheaded disbelief, she reached p and tore her eye patch from her face, revealing the iris that glowed like an emerald. The other man glowed like a firefly in complete darkness, not even outshone by Kyron's own glow. She started walking over, holding the box out to the other man, ignoring Kyron, and said, "Open this box... and pick up the top card..."
Anwen had listened to the proposition and sat there quietly for a long time, thinking about this. For the most part, it didn't sound like that bad of a deal, considering that they would be given land and they wouldn't have to worry about hiding their powers ever again. Despite the wonders that he offered to them, something was terribly wrong. She didn't know why she felt this way, but she knew better than to simply go along with it without questioning anything. I've got to play this smart, then. If he thinks that he's going to play tricks on us, then I may as well throw him a fast one in return. She stepped forward, like so many others, and signed the contract. She would do as he wished by hunting down ancient artifacts, that much was for sure, but otherwise she wanted little or nothing to do with the rest at hand.
Then the portal was summoned and they were herded through like sheep. That's all we are to them... sheep that are going to take the blows before they get all the glory. But the moment that they were there, she felt the energy in the air begin to stir and tremble. Her ears began to ring as she felt something tugging at her spirit. Demons began to appear, even taking on some of the mages around here as hosts to their vile spirits. She felt one ripping and tearing its way through to her very core, but she fought back enough that she felt it give up and attempt to find another host. As soon as she returned from her blackout, she saw that the battle had already begun. The boy that she had sat across from earlier seemed to be neutralizing some of the husks and various demons with his own powers. Of course, like him, she had very few offensive spells that would aid her in such a bloody fight. Drawing her small rapier, she ignited it with a simple fire spell and rushed forward, her swiftness making her cloak appear to be a giant raven soaring into the fray. She then began to slice and hack at anything that came forward to prevent her from the immobilized possessed mages and husks.
She hacked and slashed, twisted and turned, doing whatever she could in her power to move as swift as the shadows that she manipulated. She felt a demon slash through her cloak and leave deep, bleeding trenches in her left shoulder. She gasped in pain and stumbled back, clasping her rapier in her right hand. She held it forward, daring the creature to continue its attack. That's when the demon rushed at her again, but she was ready for it. With a parry and a spin, she twisted around to its back and pierced it through the back of its neck.
She stood there panting as it disintegrated before her eyes. She was losing energy and her rapier had lost its spark.
Then the portal was summoned and they were herded through like sheep. That's all we are to them... sheep that are going to take the blows before they get all the glory. But the moment that they were there, she felt the energy in the air begin to stir and tremble. Her ears began to ring as she felt something tugging at her spirit. Demons began to appear, even taking on some of the mages around here as hosts to their vile spirits. She felt one ripping and tearing its way through to her very core, but she fought back enough that she felt it give up and attempt to find another host. As soon as she returned from her blackout, she saw that the battle had already begun. The boy that she had sat across from earlier seemed to be neutralizing some of the husks and various demons with his own powers. Of course, like him, she had very few offensive spells that would aid her in such a bloody fight. Drawing her small rapier, she ignited it with a simple fire spell and rushed forward, her swiftness making her cloak appear to be a giant raven soaring into the fray. She then began to slice and hack at anything that came forward to prevent her from the immobilized possessed mages and husks.
She hacked and slashed, twisted and turned, doing whatever she could in her power to move as swift as the shadows that she manipulated. She felt a demon slash through her cloak and leave deep, bleeding trenches in her left shoulder. She gasped in pain and stumbled back, clasping her rapier in her right hand. She held it forward, daring the creature to continue its attack. That's when the demon rushed at her again, but she was ready for it. With a parry and a spin, she twisted around to its back and pierced it through the back of its neck.
She stood there panting as it disintegrated before her eyes. She was losing energy and her rapier had lost its spark.
Aerilyn looked to Cora and when she heard the girl's questions, she nearly froze up. This girl expected her to be completely proficient with her powers and her physical abilities. In a way, she gaped for a moment before regaining her composure, "Of course." She lied, but her voice was back to being stoic, so very, very few people could actually tell that this was a blatant lie. She was glad for the hood on her cloak to cover up the burning sensation at the back of her neck. "I'm proficient with martial arts and body blocking bullets." Her right hand throbbed as it seized up a little bit at the memory, but there was no emotion on her face to give away her pain. "So if there's any guns... I'm ready to take them." She'd been trained to die was what she was trying to get at. "And summoning up a gale storm should be easy enough." Not really, but... if I lose control, that means that there will be more of a distraction towards me rather than the rest of the group...
Then the girl swooped for the cigar and left, probably to ask Shida for a light. Inwardly, she groaned. She understood the desire for a fix, for she had smoked often enough whenever she ran across an abandoned cigarette box after a dinner party or gala. They never missed one or two cigarettes, anyways. She took a deep breath, imagining the burning sensation in the back of her throat and deep within her lungs, even the high that she'd get from the nicotine, but she had to put that behind her. Smoking was the last thing on her mind.
Just then she decided that it would be best to return and stick with Cora, who was the only one that she felt like she could stick close to without her getting upset with her silent presence. She stood next to the girl while she smoked, making sure that she was upwind of the affair, and glared down at Shida and Will. Somehow, she'd heard her name on the breeze, and she knew that they were talking about her. They're probably devising a plan to get back at me later. And probably hating on me. Oh, well. It's not like I think Shida's eyes are pretty or anything when they're angry--! WAIT, WHAT?! She blushed crimson and she quickly pulled her hood up to cover her face, pretending as if she simply wanted to blend in with the shadows.
Gazing up at the stars, a small smile graced her lips. They were the only things anymore that made her feel peaceful and truly happy without trying. Don't worry, kiddo, I'll make sure that your sniper gets what he deserves. She thought this for Kane, the young five-year-old that had been her charge before he'd been sniped from four blocks away, or so the police had assumed. The boy had been so lively, so... utterly ignorant to all that was wrong with the world. She had admired his ability to find beauty in everything, even the junk that was abandoned on the streets. He had been the last one who had made her laugh, because of all his funny little stories about trolls and junk goblins. The kid had treated her like a human being, unlike his parents, but then again... he hadn't known that there was a difference between a servant and a superior. I hope that one day, no one will have to learn that lesson. A tear rolled down her cheek despite herself, and she quick wiped it away, becoming porcelain once again. I'll meet you again one day, Kane, and then I'll be able to tell you so many stories that you'll never grow bored ever again.
Then the girl swooped for the cigar and left, probably to ask Shida for a light. Inwardly, she groaned. She understood the desire for a fix, for she had smoked often enough whenever she ran across an abandoned cigarette box after a dinner party or gala. They never missed one or two cigarettes, anyways. She took a deep breath, imagining the burning sensation in the back of her throat and deep within her lungs, even the high that she'd get from the nicotine, but she had to put that behind her. Smoking was the last thing on her mind.
Just then she decided that it would be best to return and stick with Cora, who was the only one that she felt like she could stick close to without her getting upset with her silent presence. She stood next to the girl while she smoked, making sure that she was upwind of the affair, and glared down at Shida and Will. Somehow, she'd heard her name on the breeze, and she knew that they were talking about her. They're probably devising a plan to get back at me later. And probably hating on me. Oh, well. It's not like I think Shida's eyes are pretty or anything when they're angry--! WAIT, WHAT?! She blushed crimson and she quickly pulled her hood up to cover her face, pretending as if she simply wanted to blend in with the shadows.
Gazing up at the stars, a small smile graced her lips. They were the only things anymore that made her feel peaceful and truly happy without trying. Don't worry, kiddo, I'll make sure that your sniper gets what he deserves. She thought this for Kane, the young five-year-old that had been her charge before he'd been sniped from four blocks away, or so the police had assumed. The boy had been so lively, so... utterly ignorant to all that was wrong with the world. She had admired his ability to find beauty in everything, even the junk that was abandoned on the streets. He had been the last one who had made her laugh, because of all his funny little stories about trolls and junk goblins. The kid had treated her like a human being, unlike his parents, but then again... he hadn't known that there was a difference between a servant and a superior. I hope that one day, no one will have to learn that lesson. A tear rolled down her cheek despite herself, and she quick wiped it away, becoming porcelain once again. I'll meet you again one day, Kane, and then I'll be able to tell you so many stories that you'll never grow bored ever again.
Something smells delicious. I mean, fucking sexy. Is that a-- HOLY SHIT, CIGAR.
I died laughing when I read this. XDD
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