quote]"I know only of your legends. They're among the stories passed around the fires of my village to scare our youth and humble our warriors. I wouldn't risk attracting the attention of the wardens of the Nether to bring you back to Vescrutia off a whim-I know what you are."
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More so than she did apparently. So many things were still ambiguous and foggy for the Ebon Empress. The very cadence of his words scratched against the surface of her ear drums. Out of all the possible plebeian that ran through Vescrutia, why was he the only to find the jewel? She had set up this fail safe when...when.
I..I cannot seem to recall...why did I create such a method? I can't even remember for which reason I was imprisoned.... She had lived with the gurgling, suppurating hatred for so long she had lost reason behind why she was placed their to begin with. Her hand raised to cover her face. In her hasten arrival and furious hunger she consumed those Bezin souls…the poor grade of their ilk was giving her the flux....she was exhausted. Come to think of it her "other half" had been docile since arriving here, she would not question it. The longer that "thing" slept the more she could accomplish with her mind clear. Good thing he could thing she found a talking punching bag. Especially since her power grew....with each Kill.
He said with a devilishly smile. His eyes bouncing around in his head as he boldly gawked at the pristine figure of the woman before him.
"It won't take the wardens very long to realize you're gone. they'll search the sum of existence to find you and put you back- so recovering your strength and our numbers is vital."
Wither her hand pressed against her face she did not see his bold glances.
"Indeed..." her mind was able to drift back to them...The Wardens. Horrid creatures , the kinds of being who cannot be swayed by the Nether's powerful pull. They are Aetherborne, beings who cannot be moved by malice and can create bounded fields that block their targets ties to naten. It was difficult enough dealing with them on the inside, she shuddered to think the frustration of invoking their ire while she was still so vulnerable. Much to her dismay, the beast spoke truth. To stand a chance against them her former glory was to be returned. In order to fulfill this purpose...she would require power that trumped even once she once held....as for numbers. That would be the least of their worries. The cracking of his bone sent a slight chill up her spine. Did he go out of his way to be so utterly repulsive? The bone crack caused her eyes to open just as he realigned his head. He pointed to the massive tree and her eyes instantly began to glow bright amber. She could see it, the massive amount of naten flowing flowing to and from it. It was saturating and regulating this place. She had no memory of such a pant being here, Vescrutia had many sacred spots, but this tree seemed to be recent...
"My My..." her naten began to arise. Wispy clogs of black and green energy swayed
d around her like a passive gale her eyes fixated on the tree. The taking of his life, the lives of the Bezin, each act furthered the expanding of her naten pool.
"That fucking thing. Never seen nothin' like it on Vescrutia; but, it's sustaining these island and even hoisting the one were standing on in the air. A weird fucking tree, that's for sure. But I digress. Most of the human life is located on one island, much lower to the ocean."
Such a bold ballad of life was being sung by the flow of life through this tree. Everything in her was prepared to reap it for her own. However, she then heard him name that they were in the third astral year …that could not possibly be so. Her eyes shot back down to him. Her face boiling with intrigue. The term "Astral Year" she was sure that was to mean something to her. Catching his glare this time she would "poof" into a plume of smoke reaping his head behind him her left arm extended radiating the same energy that cut him down before. By the time his mind and eyes could acknowledge what had been done Sophia about faced sending her leg under his sweeping him to the ground where his back would feel the stabbing pressuring thumb of her heel straining against it. She would exhale a cool leveled breathe. The wispy energy thickening around her breathily as his "end" sent through her slowly revitalizing her.
You maybe be aware of what I am...cur..." She spoke with a soft but firmly point tone that fall on him from the above him.
As to WHOM I am you better begin taking notes...less you find you head falling from your body more often than naught..." She pressed her heel deeper not caring if he could feel the force or not, she was aware now he could still here her words despite his head plopping on the ground. The way he navigated around her was like a excited puppy brewed in lust. He would know his place, should he seek his ambitions to brought to life.
"Whatever children's tales they have told you in whatever backwater cesspit you crawled form is of no consequences to me. I am worse...much... much worse than any story before the second age itself could dictate" By this point his head might have begun to regenerate. She glared as whenever his eyes might form.
"The sigil prevents me form being able to kill you as I am now...we are in someway, much to perpetually misfortunate fate, linked...but I assure you my pustular advisor"
The magical essence of her clothing began to thicken...the
Ars'Ratheus armor...it was slowly beginning to manifest again. Destiny incarnate had awakened before him. Several hand like creations of smoke and magic began to manifest there were 5 or 6.
There many, many fates worse then Death. The Sir name Gongorei fall from your tongue without the honoree moniker of " Lady "Or "Madame" She said as she released him and the hands faded in to nothing.
Seeing as how you are immortal for the moment you shall serve a dual purpose, I am well aware of this "Grey" who stokes the fires of you vengeance. Serve me well, you'll live long enough to see it fulfilled. You will be my eyes and ears, and should you chose to defy or disappoint me. You will die a more excruciating death than the last. With that last statement the Black and fuchsia armor of hers" began to manifest. She was clad in scales who's pattern was almost hypnotic. A good sign, the only time it was not on her person was when she did not have the magical force to to pay it's cumulative price... Her cloak manifested on her person once more as she turned facing the tree once more. If she was going to pull this off. She needed time to brood and rest...if she was going to pull this off. She was going to need acess....to any and everything this world had to Offer.
" First, I need to establish a base...a citadel even. From there I will need acolytes. I cannot be the one to deliver death across this plane...not in the ways I yearn for. I need hands...many many hands..."
Tell me...where exactly is this place where the humans have gathered?
For the first time since her arrival she smiled, largely accompanied by a slight chuckle that quickly became a loud egregious cacophony of laughter. Let the games begin....