Soran Keel
"Stop unhonorable fighter.You have no right to kill them."The Zonian told as he was ready for a fight. I have all the right to kill them. Death to everyone!"
The shout caught Soran's attention as Locien back flipped away from him and came in with an attack of his own. This one was headed straight for his eye once more. The scream from behind them startled him and so his concentration to the oncoming sword in front of him was disturbed. Soran barely manged to move aside, still catching the edge of the Prides weapon along side his face and near his eye. With a growl he turned around and stopped attacking Locien. A familiar, yet undesirable feeling welled up in his chest. It was an old feeling, something he'd long since forgotten, but apparently hadn't completely lost.
His sword stretched out in front of Locien, his body right next to the man but with no intention of killing him like he'd been doing just a moment before. For one looking at him from the other side, it would seem that Soran was protecting the Pride. His frown turned into a wicked smile, his crazed gaze narrowing in and locking on the man who threatened both him and Locien.
"You have the right?" Soran asked wickedly, "You want my attention? Well, you've got it. No one touches Locien but me, no one," his voice growled. With a sidelong glance, he turned his mismatched eyes to Locien.
"Don't worry, old friend. I'll protect you from this one," he said, almost sounding sane if it weren't for the gleam in his eyes. Turning his gaze back to the man who'd yelled, he pulled his sword back and prepared to attack. Leading off with his left foot, he sprinted to the man, one blade held low, the other at his side. As he approached the enemy, he let his lower sword come up in a hard upper cut. With the momentum, he spun around and used the second blade, coming at the elven man horizontally. His smile widened as he engaged in the fight, his earlier sense of sanity long gone.
Forests of Dragoon (Just outside Kingsburrow) : Jennifer and Talon
โIf you donโt save him, I will paint the entire forest with your blood.โ
"There's nothing to fear," the elder woman answered the youthful mage. She stood and brought up the young man's body with her magic. He floated beside her, suspended in the air, his limbs hanging and his back arched slightly from the invisible hold. The woman turned her silver eyes on the mage, "I'm Trinity," she introduced herself and started walking through the forest to her small home. As she walked, she talked.
"Ieer was a great dragon, and a wonderful friend," Trinity laughed slightly, her fragile frame shuddering slightly from it, "You're a mage of Ro'ell. I'm sure you know the name Ieer. The white dragon God of old. You must be wondering how it is possible for me to know such a great dragon. Believe it or not, those dragons had companions once. All four of them were bonded with a mortal, it was how the races began. Us first mortals to walk the earth were Godly in our own way. Blessed with long life and power, just like our dragon Gods. However, when Barthomel turned and started gaining more power, we wondered what was going on and how he was doing such a thing.
"The small cities that had begun to flourish begun to fall apart suddenly. The three of us got together and tried to figure out what had happened. Before we knew it, we were bathed in war. Halfway through the war, we lost Domieen. Both he and his companion turned, but Domieen was ruthless and killed his companion at the end of the war. Now that I think of it, I believe that is how he got out of dying like the others. Barthomel killed Ki's companion, but he could never find me. Ieer was especially good at keeping me from him," as she finished that, they came upon a small home tucked away behind the brush of the forest and three very large trees.
Stepping between the bushes and the foliage, the house was bathed in the last fiery rays of light filtering through the treetops. Everything glittered as if it were magic that protected the area. The air was lighter, no breeze, and it was warm as well. Turning, Trinity smiled warmly at Jennifer. She brought the young assassin inside the house and continued her tale while she gathered water, rags and a couple of other items.
"Ieer fought hard, and I helped him as much as possible. We shared our power often, and that power built over time. Eventually, we were victorious and Barthomel fell. Unfortunately, Ki and Ieer both died. At the time, I thought that Domieen had followed them down that path as well, but the events of late have confirmed my suspicions from that time long ago. No one had ever been able to find Domieen's body, and so we had figured he'd fallen into the chasms of the earth with Barthomel," Trinity shrugged and sighed lightly as she put two vials of liquid on the table next to the bed where she'd settled the young man.
"Well, that's enough of a history lesson I'm sure," she sat down next to the young man, took his hand and pushed back the sleeve where the bracer was, "As to this. Ieer's power is stored in this bracer, as is a portion of my own. No human or person born without magic should be able to wear this at all. He's lucky to be alive at all. Riena must be watching him with all of her strength, bless her," Trinity reached out and brushed a few strands of blue grey hair from his face, her silvery eyes examining his scar.
"A V'lyn, yes? If I'm not mistaken, this is Talon, the assassin who received much of Riena's blessings and power. They say the goddess herself walks by him at all times. I can see how it would be true. Jennifer, there are two things that need to be done in order to keep him alive. One involves your help. You are a mage, one very powerful and skilled in the arts of illusion," Trinity smiled, "I can tell by the aura around you. Reev seems to have blessed you as well. Just like Riena, he walks with you at all times.
"You can handle this magic. In order to help him, you will need to share the power with him. It will continue to build and replenish itself, just like yours does. However, it doesn't stop there. This is a God's power inside the bracer. It will continue building and overwhelm him, as you've seen. Take that extra from him and you've extended his life tenfold. The second is this," she reached and grabbed one of the vials off the counter. She twisted it around in her fingers gently, the sparkling silver liquid sliding around inside it slowly as if it were a thick concoction.
"This was made by Ieer and myself during the last battles of war. Ieer told me that I would need it one day," Trinity smiled fondly as she gazed upon the vial. Turning, she gently released Talon's hand and worked his mouth opened gently. Opening the vial, she tipped the contents into his mouth. After it had gone down his throat, his eyebrows came down and he coughed lightly. Trinity watched him intently, hovering over him. His eyes opened slowly, their blue-grey color now a swirling silver. He stared up at the woman for a long time before he blinked and his eye color returned to normal and he fell back asleep.
"Good, it's working. Ieer's blood and mine mixed together with a bit of magic. Dragon's blood is exceptional, especially from a dragon of power. Now, your lovely assassin will grow as a fighter. He will get stronger and more powerful. Don't think that because of the dragons blood he can handle the bracer on his own. It can still over power him, Jennifer. But now, he'll be able to manipulate it's power more effectively and there shouldn't be any more rejections if you keep up with taking the extra power," Trinity stood and put a towel in the bowl of water she'd grabbed and began taking off his tattered shirt. Her eyes gazed at the fabric for sometime before putting it aside and rubbing away the blood all over his body. She carefully cleaned his wounds and then opened the second vial that she'd brought over. Pouring this into his mouth, she set it aside and washed the wounds once more.
Putting the bloodied towel in the water, she raised both hands over him and the room was filled with magic. Slowly, the cuts and gashes all along his body that hadn't been fully healed, closed. With a smile as she finished, she looked to Jennifer and gave a short nod, "There. He's lost a lot of blood, so he'll need to rest for sometime, but he's no longer in any danger. Your turn," Trinity said and before the mage could protest, she'd wrapped the woman in her magic and healed any hidden injuries that she might have sustained.
"Rest, eat and regain your strength. I'll fix his armor in the meantime. Don't think that you're intruding. It's been so long since I had visitors," Trinity hummed as she picked up the shirt and left the room.