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Dhaelhel

The Old God of the Sky.

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a character in “Terra”, as played by Maree

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The followers of Dhaelhel, The Old God of the Sky, and those that seek to prevent Naar rising into absolute power in order to preserve Terra.

So begins...

Dhaelhel's Story

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A small, strange group wanders through the woodlands of Lochway. One, a beautiful, out-of-sorts looking Elvish woman, dressed in simple attire. That was Curtana. Another, a former-God who pranced about without a shirt, showing off his 'gorgeous' body. That'd be Dhaelhel. And then there was Jarlas.

Formerly a completely sexy bastard, having become a Zombie made his natural charms considerably less charming. He was marching along with a stalwart expression on his face, trying to keep the outward appearance of focus. Given his body didn't do much on its own anymore, that was pretty easy.

Inside he was turmulous as all get-out. Between his uncertainties and his lack of life, he couldn't have told you which way was up if you bothered to ask him at that moment. At least, on the first try. He glances to his side. He and Dhaelhel had ended up flanking Curtana, with Dhaelhel more or less leading them along.

It occured to them that they were probably the least armed group of the lot that had been sent out. Dhaelhel didn't take a weapon, but then, he was also a God, ish. Curtana was armed with a bow, but Jarlas wasn't sure how good she was with it. He hadn't really had a chance to check out her skills, aside from being adorably nervous around attractive men.

And Jarlas couldn't summon his favored weapon. It was painful because it would have probably accounted for his missing 'Legendary Weapon' requirement if he had it, but he did not. Instead he had a simple longbow provided by Molko. Little known fact; Jarlas was pretty shit with a bow. Give him a gun and he'll blow a pence out of the air ten meters up. Even a crossbow would've been better.

So it was that Jarlas' only weapon of any particular use, that he knew of among the three of them, was his summoning rod. Thank the light that had remained pocketed.

He was still in a moody, serious way of thought, what with Al'Kaera taking him aside and berating him for being dead. How was he supposed to stop that? Jeeze. Some people. He could've at least been a little sympathetic.

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The coppery haired elf walked on in awkward silence between the two men, silently wishing she could shrink into the size of the tiny ants that she had seen crawling over a wall. Readjusting her pack that she carried, she pondered over her unasked questions. How far were they to go before they met up with the others again? How would they know when to meet up again? What was her role in all of this? And most important of all, how did she end up in the middle of it all?

The half-elf's ears twitched slightly as she listened to the forest around them. Well, not exactly the forest itself. Spirits were talking around the forest about the strange group treading in their territory. Some where curious, others were more than a little upset. At least none were ancient. She would probably be able to ask them for help if the need arose.

They weren't her only weapon, though. Curtana carried a dagger and a bow along with her along with her pack. The blade was more of a hunting knife, but would serve as a weapon if it came down to it. The bow was her true specialty.

Looking off to one side and in front of her, she gazed at Dhaelhel and could not help but have the blush rise upon her face again. Little had she known that it was actually Dhaelhel that had visited her dreams instead of just a wild dream of her own. The visit had been.. Pleasurable. But it did not make it any less awkward in the waking reality. She honestly thought that somewhere in her subconsciousness, she had truly wished that of Dhaelhel.

It also did not help that she knew that Dhaelhel had feelings for -her-, and Jarlas as well. Those two had already fought over her numerous times, and now they were alone together.

The wish to be an ant rose again.

"How much longer until we're gonna stop?" Curtana asked, trying to break the uneasy silence between the three.

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Dhaelhel had been in deep thought too, adding to the silence that hung between the trio. He was pondering on the sacrifices that Lumariale was going to have to make in order to preserve life on the world. Even a God could understand the loss. Dhaelhel folded his wings against his back, tightening them against him. When Curtana broke the silence, he stopped and looked at her.

"I can sense another feather nearby," Dhaelhel said. "We need to keep going. There is not time to stop for rest if we can help it. I can carry you if you are tired of walking." He did not allow Curtana to answer before he swooped her up into his muscular arms. Dhaelhel began to walk again in order to close the distance between him and his feather.

His hands were very well behaved. They did not wander on Curtana. He simply cradled her in a bridal-carry.

"Stop wiggling. You are tired. Sleep if you must. You will need your strength," Dhaelhel said. For once it seemed that Dhaelhel had set aside his lust for Curtana and was focused on the task at hand. He was very determined to end this struggle. The fallen god would have flown but he would have left Jarlas and Curtana to walk alone. Even if he disliked the zombie, Dhaelhel was not going to leave them to run into trouble.

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Jarlas would have responded to Curtana's inquiry, but Dhaelhel got to it first. Godly bastard. Probably knew she was about to say it, too. Jarlas was glad he couldn't turn red with frustration. He was confused why he was even frustrated about it.

It may have been because he was competing for a woman, and the God was... well, a God. And obviously not afraid to touch her. Jarlas had some reservations about touching, what with being dead and all. If he had his magic, he'd just get Curtana a floating chair. That'd show him.

He grumbles to himself for a moment before he speaks up for the two of them. "I think she's got a poin'," he interjects. "If we're gonna be comin' up on somethin' soon, I'd ra'er us all be well rested 'fore hand." Then, the tactician in him barging in to make him cooperative, he asks, specifically to Dhaelhel, "This feather, 'sit movin'? Can you tell?"

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Curtana was none too fond of being.. Man handled. Kicking, squirming and complaining, she tried to wriggle herself out of Dhaelhel's grip. "I'm alright! Let me down..!" She said, exasperated.

Eventually, she just sighed, glaring daggers at Dhaelhel. Then an idea came to her and a wicked smile spread across her lips. She began to mutter to herself, though it was known she did so when she was talking to the spirits around her. Soon, vines that wrapped around the trees would begin to unravel themselves rather quickly, snaking their way to Dhaelhel's legs.

The vines would attempt to tangle around his legs and lift him up in the air by his legs and just let him dangle there for a minute. That would teach him, Curtana thought to himself.

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"No, I cannot tell if it is moving. I only get a sense of where it may be," Dhaelhel said to Jarlas. He eyed the man out of the corner of his vision. There almost seemed a faint smirk on the god's face. That smirk was wiped away in an instant.

Before Dhaelhel knew what was going on the world turned upside down. He was handing by his ankles from a tall tree with vines covering the branches. He knew he was hanging upside down because he could see the top of Jarlas' head.

... but then he looked down.

That smirk spread across his face again. Curtana was still in his arms, clutched to his body. Dhaelhel did not let go of her when he had been up-ended. He had let go of her legs and wrapped both arms around her when they were being turned upside down.

Now that she was upside down with him, Dhaelhel had quite a view if he tucked his chin in far enough. He arched a brow.

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Dhaelhel's explanation was enough to satisfy Jarlas' tactical concerns, though he noticed that bastard smirk on his face. He knew what he was doing. Oh, he did. Jarlas was so caught up in his spite for a moment that he almost didn't notice the vines snaking their way around the God's legs, bringing him - and by extension Curtana- up into the air.

And they were both just grinning like loons. "A'right, tha's enough," Jarlas cries out up to them. "I dunno which o' ya did that stupid fancy damn magic, but if we're gonna get this done, then let's get i' all damn well an' done!" He throws his bow on the ground and walks over to the two of them, pulling out a dagger to start cutting the vines. He wasn't sure that whichever of them had done that could undo it- or even if it was really one of them- but he felt useless and frustrated, and cutting something helped.

Maree's words came back to him. Or what might have been Maree. It had planted a horrible seed in his mind, and it was festering, because he was losing. Jarlas was not a man that lost gracefully, especially not while sober out of his mind.

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Jarlas had made a big mistake. As soon as his blade started slashing through vines, he would find himself tied up as well, although both arms and legs would be in the tangled heap of vines. He had ticked off many of the spirits.

Of course Curtana had tried to warn him. "Jarlas I wouldn't--" Was all she could get out before he started cutting. Well, that was his mess now. "I'll get us down.." She muttered.

She heaved a sigh and began to talk to the spirits, hoping to calm them down and to release them all. "Dhaelhel, they won't let you go unless you let me go." She sighed. The vines slowly began to unravel around Jarlas, but then would suddenly go slack as if the life had been taken away from them.

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Dhaelhel nodded. He did not want to let the girl go but he did not want to dangle from the vines all day long. It was such a difficult sacrifice but he was going to make the most of it while he could.

As he let down Curtana, Dhaelhel made sure to hold her against his body. She would be able to feel every single indention of his muscular stomach, and then his pectorals. Somewhere along the way Dhaelhel was able to grab a handful of Curtana's backside. It was to help her down of course! Mostly.

When Curtana was down and standing upright, Dhaelhel curled upward and held onto a vine. If his were going to go slack like Jarlas's, the god was not about to go head first down into the dirt.

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He hated today, Jarlas began to realize. Not seconds after he began to frustratedly hack at the vines, they had grabbed him and hauled him into the air as well. He dropped the dagger pretty much immediately. He was just so done with everything by that point.

"Thanks, Curtana," he says, in response to her suggestion that he not do what he was in the process of doing. It was partially sarcasm, though he couldn't be an utter dick to her, so he at least made it sound genuine.

When the vines had begun to loosen, Jarlas didn't right himself or do anything. Like when Dhaelhel had pushed him over, he just lets himself fall to the ground, flat on his face, right next to his dagger.

"Y'know," he says, his mouth muffled by dirt. "Today's been great. Truly, a pleasan' experience." He then sighs unnecessarily and stands, picking up his dagger as he does so. He might've just lain there, but, duty called, as it were. He was covered in dirt and mud and foliage residue, not that it felt any different to his dead self. He wished it did, though, since it would help him brush it all off. Being dead sucked.

It was perhaps fortunate for his morale that at that point he hadn't seen Dhaelhel molesting Curtana.

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Curtana squealed as soon as Dhaelhel copped a feel as he was letting her down. Blushing harshly and glaring daggers at the god, she wished that he would have been dropped on his face. It would have been satisfactory, but instead he was able to curl up and hold on to the vine as it let him go, righting himself almost immediately. The whole thing only made her angry.

She grumbled under her breath and went to Jarlas' side in the attempts to help him up. "Sorry, I didn't intend for you to get caught up in that.." She muttered to him. She gently tried to dust him off and wipe mud from his face. She bit her lip as she concentrated on his face, grabbing a cloth to help clean him off. "Can you forgive me?" Her eyes grew wide and innocent, pouted slightly. It made her gosh darn adorable.

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Dhaelhel groaned very quietly and rolled his eyes at Curtana's display of kindness to Jarlas. He would let it slide, for the moment. Curtana was his and his alone to have! After all, Dhaelhel was Curtana's charge and Jarlas was not! He had the right to the woman while the zombie man did not. It irked the fallen god.

"No time for apologies. We have to keep going, Curtana," Dhaelhel cut in. His eyes bore into the woman as if saying silently that he didn't like her touching him.

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Jarlas wanted to be irate, frustrated, angry, all manner of unpleasant things at that moment. Brushing his clothes off loosely, waiting for the two of them to be ready, he didn't even notice Curtana until she spoke up to him.

Then he just blinks, stares at her face for a moment. The anger melted away as she gave him that look and begged forgiveness. Jarlas had to damn himself for a few things, then; his weakness to women, his lack of a blood flow, and his being angry. Why was he angry again?

Jarlas is silent for a moment before he just sort of nods. "Yeah, Curtana... it's a'right. Thanks."

Oh, that was why. He looks at Dhaelhel as he suggests they keep moving. He looks back at Curtana, forcing a soft expression onto his face as he takes her hand gently away. "He's right," he says with a sigh. He was glad he was wearing gloves. "I'll be a'right."

This whole thing made his heart hurt. And for a dead man, that was really saying something.

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Curtana sighed as Dhaelhel butted in and rolled her eyes. Jealousy was an ugly thing. Still, Curtana would give Jarlas a brief apologetic smile and leaned forward quickly to try to brush her lips across Jarlas' cheek for a peck. It would be quick, the dead man probably wouldn't even feel it if she actually kissed him. But it was still something she could do to perk Jarlas' mood up. Hopefully.

"Alright, alright!" Curtana said irritably, tucking the cloth away gently. She turned around and began to march in the direction they had been going before the little incident, ignoring the holes that Dhaelhel was glaring into her back. "Well what are you waiting for? Step to it!" She called behind her.

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"Very well," Dhaelhel said, but it was not a male voice. Oh no, it was not a male voice at all. Apparently, frustrated now that Curtana was paying more attention to Jarlas than to him, Dhaelhel had gone back to being a woman. She crossed her arms across her voluptuous bust and passed them both.

Dhaelhel had her nose turned high in the air and acted like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. It was perfectly normal for a god to choose between being a woman or being a man. There was a good motivation for Dhaelhel wanting to be a woman again. She was going to show that Jarlas was just a lustful fool. It was hypocritical of Dhaelhel but then again, not much else was to be expected from a god.

While the god walked ahead of them, deeper into the forest, she was sure to give her scantily clad hips that extra little sway.

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Jarlas was completely stunned by the brief show of affection. After all, he'd thought Curtana was totally all over Dhaelhel, but here she was giving him- an incredibly attractive man stuck in a disgusting zombie body- her affections.

Ye Gods did he need a drink right about now.

"Alright," he says, dumbstruck, in response to Curtana ordering them to follow her. Not that he usually followed orders, but, hell, he was in a terrible way and wasn't - Suddenly he became acutely aware of swaggering hips ahead of him. And the fact that the voice that had responded before him wasn't male anymore.

Blinking his dim eyes and looking up, Dhaelhel was the impossibly sexy Goddess again. He looks from her, to Curtana, then back to her. Having no blood flow made things simpler, sometimes, but other times it made them less so.

Knowing that the beautiful Goddess ahead of him could transform into a man at any time was sobering.

Grumbling to himself about how confusing women are, he picks up his loaned bow and follows after the two of them. Life was way too complicated when you didn't have one.

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Curtana froze at the sound of the female voice, her fists clenching. The glare Curtana gave Dhaelhel was like green ice, or was it flame? It was so hard to tell. She threw her hands up with an exasperated sound. "Dhaelhel, you are acting just like a child, you know that?" She said, though her tone was flat, cold and unmoving. If Dhaelhel wanted Jarlas, she/he could have him. She turned away from Dhaelhel. Was that tears of frustration?

She stormed ahead, unaware of her surroundings by this point. She was more intent in her angry thoughts than watching where she was going or what was around her.

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"I am not acting like a child!" The woman Dhaelhel said, stopping them all in their tracks. She planted her hands down on those lovely hips and stared down at Curtana.

"I have tried to gain your affections and you don't even respond to them! You can't even see that I am attracted to you! So, why waste my time attempting to court you if you are not interested in the least. So I might as well be a woman because it's far easier to get attention!" Dhaelhel did not mean to yelled at Curtana, but she could not help it. It was hard being a mortal. There were all these feelings and not all of them revolved around lust. It was awful. Estrogen was awful.

Dhaelhel had tears in her eyes too. As Curtana stormed off deeper into the forest, Dhaelhel bent at the knees and took off into the air.

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When the group had come to a halt, Jarlas couldn't help but pause. After all, he was sorta, y'know, walking with them and all. But both of the women were at eachothers throats practically, going on about feelings and stuff.

Jarlas might've thrown his two pence into the field, but before he had a chance to, Dhaelhel had flown away.

"Uh," he shouts up to the fleeing Goddess. "Hey! We're kinda... on a mission! An' all!" He curses under his breath. This was why he always operated away from Al'Kaera's main battle group. People and emotions just didn't suit him. And he couldn't drink himself out of this one.

With Dhaelhel flying somewhere above them, he walks a bit closer to Curtana was. Then he realized, she wasn't actually in his line of sight anymore. That moment of looking up at Dhaelhel- which, he had to admit, was pretty nice despite the circumstances- had lost him his other team-mate too.

"Curtana," he shouts, walking in the direction she had been heading. Then, thinking better of it, he starts running. Shit's rolling downhill fast, he thinks to himself. If ever there was a time he would have sprung an ambush, it would've been right that very moment.

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Curtana had just stormed on, without thinking that Jarlas had stopped. Muttering angrily to herself, she had not even realized the changing landscape. Her boots slipped on some slippery leaves, and with a short yelp she was rolling down a very long and steep hill side. She had just barely managed to cover her head with her arms.

Her world spun faster and faster, leaving her no way to stop and praying nothing sturdy stopped her at this point. Somehow, by luck's grace, she managed to get to the bottom of the hill and come to a slow stop. Gasping for air and moaning curses, she slowly stretched her now multiple bruised muscles. Stars danced in her vision as she forced herself to sit up. She knew she had broken something. Scraps lined her exposed skin and blood oozed from them.

A tree limb crunched behind her, and her ears perked straight up. The spirits were trembling. Slowly, she turned her head to the side to peer over her shoulder.

A scream sounded that could have been heard for miles.