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Lymaeus the world or Lymaeus the Primal Earth Goddess? :) Lymaeus the Goddess could you ask me first since I made her?
The Derevi weren't imprisoned. :) Her brothers and sisters were. She is planning to try now that they are free.
There is little opposition and I sweep aside the few undead who dare to try to oppose me. I open my mouth wide and scream in an explosion of sonic force that shatters undead bones and clears the first of the islands in the lake of the skeletal minions of one of the Tyrant’s many lackeys. Gazing down at the island I see that it is distant from all the others and that the island itself is held down with chains. It is clear what that means. And I feel a burning anger fill me at the sight of one of my brothers chained down beneath the lake of the damned.
My black wings beat as I dive again and smash at the first of the chains with all three of my tails. The links shatter at the impact and I feel a vibration and see ripples running across the water as the whole island shudders. Another pass breaks the second of the great chains and I see the ripples and shuddering growing stronger. I pull away rising on my black wings as exultation fills me and the chains begin to snap on their own.
“Aldaril First Born of Lymaeus!” I cry out in the voice of the depths, and joy fills my cry instead of loss. “The Tyrant is dead! Rise!” And as I cry out I see the last of the chains snap. Two great arms like mountains themselves rise and then plunge into the water again to push as the island rises and a smaller one breaks the surface in front of it.
Slowly a giant of stone rises up from the water. I weep for his suffering as I see the scorch marks that cover the stone but Aldaril was always the strongest and he endured.
“Sister.” I hear his voice thunder back like the crash of falling rocks as he rises. But there is a strange echo to his voice as if something is missing.
“We must free the others.” I call back. There is no time to dwell on conditions; I have to free them all. I haven’t waited through the Tyrant’s entire reign to stop now. “Aldaril!” I cry out again as he stands chest deep in the lake motionless. “Help me.”
Finally I see him begin to move, and one of his arms reaches out to brush aside hundreds of the gathering undead. I dive for a new island, one that holds a single massive tree wrapped in flaming chains. I scream again and the skeletons shatter as my wings strike the water and send it washing over the island to quench the fire that burns along the chains. I land upon the island and again my tails lash out to smash and break the chains.
“Glissa Fifth Born of Lymaeus!” I call to her as the last chains break. “Sister, the Tyrant is dead! You are free.” But there is no answer to my glad cry as the great tree just sits there burnt and battered before me. I begin to despair even as I hear Aldaril’s voice thundering out Marra’s name. Then I see the blackened bark and burnt wood beginning to peel away. In a moment it is all gone, leaving only a women made from wood who stirred weakly behind.
I wrap one of my tails around her and lift her as I take to the air again and glance up. The Derevi still flock above the lake and I have not seen many fall so I turn my attention back to the lake. Standing atop one of Aldaril’s mountainous shoulders is a shimmering maiden made from sparkling water. Marra lived as well! I rejoice inside, only Nyxis and Lloris still remain. I am so close, but I’m worried.
I dive towards a final island as Aldaril’s great strides take him to another. My scream shatters the undead again as I descend and then land. This island holds a great jar and I lash out with my tails to shatter it. As it shatters I hear a whistling sound and a gust of wind whips past me. It was faint but I know it is a sign that Nyxis is free.
It is Lloris who worries me most and I rise again and soar to the last island that Aldaril now stands beside. I see a loathsome creature like a worm of smoldering ash and then feel horror at myself as I recognize it as what remains of my brother. But they are free, and they live. I rejoice even as I surrender’s Glissa to one of Aldaril’s great hands.
My black wings beat as I dive again and smash at the first of the chains with all three of my tails. The links shatter at the impact and I feel a vibration and see ripples running across the water as the whole island shudders. Another pass breaks the second of the great chains and I see the ripples and shuddering growing stronger. I pull away rising on my black wings as exultation fills me and the chains begin to snap on their own.
“Aldaril First Born of Lymaeus!” I cry out in the voice of the depths, and joy fills my cry instead of loss. “The Tyrant is dead! Rise!” And as I cry out I see the last of the chains snap. Two great arms like mountains themselves rise and then plunge into the water again to push as the island rises and a smaller one breaks the surface in front of it.
Slowly a giant of stone rises up from the water. I weep for his suffering as I see the scorch marks that cover the stone but Aldaril was always the strongest and he endured.
“Sister.” I hear his voice thunder back like the crash of falling rocks as he rises. But there is a strange echo to his voice as if something is missing.
“We must free the others.” I call back. There is no time to dwell on conditions; I have to free them all. I haven’t waited through the Tyrant’s entire reign to stop now. “Aldaril!” I cry out again as he stands chest deep in the lake motionless. “Help me.”
Finally I see him begin to move, and one of his arms reaches out to brush aside hundreds of the gathering undead. I dive for a new island, one that holds a single massive tree wrapped in flaming chains. I scream again and the skeletons shatter as my wings strike the water and send it washing over the island to quench the fire that burns along the chains. I land upon the island and again my tails lash out to smash and break the chains.
“Glissa Fifth Born of Lymaeus!” I call to her as the last chains break. “Sister, the Tyrant is dead! You are free.” But there is no answer to my glad cry as the great tree just sits there burnt and battered before me. I begin to despair even as I hear Aldaril’s voice thundering out Marra’s name. Then I see the blackened bark and burnt wood beginning to peel away. In a moment it is all gone, leaving only a women made from wood who stirred weakly behind.
I wrap one of my tails around her and lift her as I take to the air again and glance up. The Derevi still flock above the lake and I have not seen many fall so I turn my attention back to the lake. Standing atop one of Aldaril’s mountainous shoulders is a shimmering maiden made from sparkling water. Marra lived as well! I rejoice inside, only Nyxis and Lloris still remain. I am so close, but I’m worried.
I dive towards a final island as Aldaril’s great strides take him to another. My scream shatters the undead again as I descend and then land. This island holds a great jar and I lash out with my tails to shatter it. As it shatters I hear a whistling sound and a gust of wind whips past me. It was faint but I know it is a sign that Nyxis is free.
It is Lloris who worries me most and I rise again and soar to the last island that Aldaril now stands beside. I see a loathsome creature like a worm of smoldering ash and then feel horror at myself as I recognize it as what remains of my brother. But they are free, and they live. I rejoice even as I surrender’s Glissa to one of Aldaril’s great hands.
Sunbros for life. ;) lol
Dark Souls fan? *high fives* :)
Wait for me! :D
Crazy Guy said
Metanoia is killing vampires right now because they're killing other sentient beings. He's of the belief that vampires don't have to do that in order to survive. Therefore, vampires that kill and turn others against their will get it coming to them. He'd do the same to any other race, whether it's human, elf, dwarf, etc.Currently debating whether he should continue the fight, or if he should head downstairs to make sure the Derevi mother's rescue of her family doesn't turn against the world.
He can come visit if he wants. ;D
It is said that all things go in cycles. Even we who are immortal will rise and fall and with each cycle a little more wears away until nothing is left. I remember the days before Aroesus the Tyrant, I remember when we held dominion over our Mother’s shell, and I remember well those days. Humans were just a speck on the tapestry of reality that we had forged; the brutes had not yet gained their dominion over our children.
But most I remember when I was not alone. The rumblings of Aldaril’s very steps that shook the earth, Marra’s sparkling seas and joyous laughter like the crashing of the waves, Nyxis and his storms that purged and tore down the artifice of arrogant man, Lloris and his ever burning flames that warmed the world, and Glissa’s heart trees and forests that truly lived and walked. And then I saw his coming, the Tyrant descending from outside of our world, a being not of our Mother but with terrible power.
I can remember the pain and agony of that war where my brothers and sisters were imprisoned and my children were slaughtered until only a fraction of them remained. I remember how at the end Mother stirred for a last time and gave a cry of grief and sorrow before retreating so deep into herself that even in the depths I cannot sense her presence.
For so long I bent the knee to the Tyrant and for so I have tried to bury the pain and forget that my brothers and sisters lay imprisoned and tortured. I have tried to accept that the Tyrant is unassailable, that his strength from beyond is more than even the strength our mother gave to us. But I could not accept it in my heart and now the world has changed again. The Tyrant has fallen and his power is no more.
I stand before the gates that I once created and with me is the last multitude of my children. One last flock of Derevi. I hate that I now risk them but I know that in time they can recover now. No longer are my children condemned to death, now they can breed anew.
My hands rise and I speak words to command the gate to open. I see a face form in the metal of the gate as the spirit within rises to receive the commands. It nods and I allow myself a grim smile as the gateway opens. I reach into myself and with a second’s effort I change, humanity is discarded like a snake sheds it’s skin and I become myself again.
I enter the stream of water that is now free to fall through the gate in my true form, the great black wings spread wide where once human arms were as I take the guise of the greatest of all Derevi. I feel my children follow me, eager to aid in this act and my heart is warmed.
From the water I burst as the expanse of Malebazus spreads out below me and again my children follow. I dive for the lake as the Derevi swarm above it to ward off any incursions. I shall free them, I shall free my brothers and sisters.
But most I remember when I was not alone. The rumblings of Aldaril’s very steps that shook the earth, Marra’s sparkling seas and joyous laughter like the crashing of the waves, Nyxis and his storms that purged and tore down the artifice of arrogant man, Lloris and his ever burning flames that warmed the world, and Glissa’s heart trees and forests that truly lived and walked. And then I saw his coming, the Tyrant descending from outside of our world, a being not of our Mother but with terrible power.
I can remember the pain and agony of that war where my brothers and sisters were imprisoned and my children were slaughtered until only a fraction of them remained. I remember how at the end Mother stirred for a last time and gave a cry of grief and sorrow before retreating so deep into herself that even in the depths I cannot sense her presence.
For so long I bent the knee to the Tyrant and for so I have tried to bury the pain and forget that my brothers and sisters lay imprisoned and tortured. I have tried to accept that the Tyrant is unassailable, that his strength from beyond is more than even the strength our mother gave to us. But I could not accept it in my heart and now the world has changed again. The Tyrant has fallen and his power is no more.
I stand before the gates that I once created and with me is the last multitude of my children. One last flock of Derevi. I hate that I now risk them but I know that in time they can recover now. No longer are my children condemned to death, now they can breed anew.
My hands rise and I speak words to command the gate to open. I see a face form in the metal of the gate as the spirit within rises to receive the commands. It nods and I allow myself a grim smile as the gateway opens. I reach into myself and with a second’s effort I change, humanity is discarded like a snake sheds it’s skin and I become myself again.
I enter the stream of water that is now free to fall through the gate in my true form, the great black wings spread wide where once human arms were as I take the guise of the greatest of all Derevi. I feel my children follow me, eager to aid in this act and my heart is warmed.
From the water I burst as the expanse of Malebazus spreads out below me and again my children follow. I dive for the lake as the Derevi swarm above it to ward off any incursions. I shall free them, I shall free my brothers and sisters.
Dedonus said
Post up. Sorry it was pretty short. I was just trying to get Iron Knight into Newark.@The Fair Lady: Hope you get over the flu soon. (I think it sort of worked on NMS the last time I said that ;D ).
Thank you . :)
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