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 Post subject: A Place For Answers (Yoz)
PostPosted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 10:30 pm 
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Hardened road became softer, the spaces between stones growing every couple of hundred yards until there was nothing more of them but small rocks and indescribably small pebbles. Every step was cushioned, the noise shifting as the hours passed and new terrain was found. Eventually, even the paths themselves disappeared, a welcomed map that contained no wrong ways to go and no destination to be pinned down. It was freedom.

Sutera needed time away from the city, away from people. Now that the tournament was over, she had changed. There was just more.. and there was less. Marick's passing was real now. There wasn't the grieving of the unknown anymore. She knew. Not wishing to explain her possibly obvious melancholy and anger to anyone, she'd let Dirk, Tiam and Vius know of her departure just as she was leaving.

With the walls behind her, with the faces that recognized her own out of sight, Sutera found herself walking away from the offered companionship. Though there had been no promise to return, it was already a thought at the front of her mind. They had been mostly good people, a couple she didn't mind to call friends. But Stella needed to go.

For years she had wandered this land with one goal in mind: to find a place to belong. Over and over again she was turned away, sometimes even of her own accord. She did it again now, making the choice she felt was the right one for the present. Now, she found herself on the Plains of Argis.

There seemed little to be plucked from the flat and empty land the samurai found herself standing on, but yet, so many ventured out here to find their answers. Most came back with them. She held no such hope for the simple reason that she had no questions.

Sutera had emotions.

She had hot, seething anger at the world for dangling Marick in front of her in such a state and then taking him away. Again. It felt as if he had died twice. It felt unfair. But this unfamiliar well of hot anger was an obstacle she was unsure of how to overcome. It felt childish to hate the circumstances she played over and over again within her mind, however. People experienced and overcame loss every day, but it was not who she was. It was as foreign as the dragon tattoo branded so vividly against her arm and chest, as foreign as the spirit she could feel within.

The early evening sun promised darkness in a couple hours, her steps taking her further and further away from civilization. The start of the trek had been wrought with the angry slashes of wild grass against the leather of her moving boots; now it was more of a gentle whisper as the day's walk exhausted her and left her wondering why she was where she was.

The river of emerald green swayed as it always did, flecks of darker greens and golds prominent here and there. The wind raked its fingers through her hair and clothes, brow relaxed from the wrinkled confusion she'd spend the day in and slowly she stopped there in the never ending field of green to think.

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 Post subject: Re: A Place For Answers (Yoz)
PostPosted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 8:33 pm 
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It had been five years since he had last set foot on the shores of his home continent, and in the interim he had nearly forgotten how the ley-lines of the north felt as they coursed through his body. Even the air felt different here - it felt cooler, but charged with energy that the complacent people of the south could not know. This continent felt different, somehow special, though perhaps that was just nostalgia for the simpler times when he knew less and was so far away from his goal it seemed it would take him two of his lifetimes to complete. Not now though. Five years spent in the greatest repository of arcane knowledge in the world would advance those with even the most mediocre understanding of magic, and Drakol's understanding was far from mediocre.

Five years for him... but only five months for the rest of the world. He had quickly discovered the secrets of the library during his studies, finding it curious that he neither grew hungry nor needed to sleep as normal while staying there. The library was built around a mobile pocket dimension in which time flowed differently - seconds seemed like minutes and days seemed like weeks. To the average human scholar time spent there could quickly wreak havoc on their body, and potentially their mind, but to Drakol's magical constitution five years meant little and less, a drop in the vast ocean of time that spread out before him.

He had hoped to return to find his clan still more or less together, but instead found the lair of the Circle empty. Somehow, he wasn't surprised - five months was still a long time to be away, and much could change over five months. His thoughts drifted to Dahlia as drifted crossed over the threshold, but now she seemed like such a distant memory. He was a different man now, and she had a kingdom to run - perhaps it was just better if he let her be and subsisted on the memories of their short but fiery relationship - or what was left of them, anyway.

Yes, probably for the best. Drakol drifted through the caverns, his glow spider-webbed corners and dust-covered tables. He drifted by the library and down the hall, placing his hand on the door. It all came back to him in a rush then - all the events that happened in that room so long ago.

With the memories came a voice. Those were the simpler times, weren't they. Times when you were just coming into your power, and I was still your 'spirit guide'. He was right of course, they were remnants of a time long past, a chapter of his life that had been all but burned away in the twisting fires of arcane necromancy and the fusion of two minds and souls.

Yes, he was a very different man. Yes, they were simpler times, and in a way I miss them. He turned and looked at the figure standing next to him in the black and white pool of knowledge. For a long time he had been at war with Sikoma, and the two had avoided each other whenever they could, but eventually they just gave it up and resigned themselves to being 'soulmates' for the rest of eternity. Even with their combined knowledge Drakol could find no way to divide a soul in two parts without a high risk of doom. It just wasn't worth it.

Come on, lets get out of here and go for a walk. Drakol agreed. He was feeling restless and wanted time to think. This place was definitely not a place conducive to clear thought, but he knew one that had never failed him in the past, and likely wouldn't fail him now.

The Plains of Argis... some things just never change. The look of the sun gleaming off the sharp edges of the grass as it set, the soft, rhythmic swish of blades in the wind, and the feeling of the grass parting before you and being crushed underfoot. Aside from that last bit, it was all the same. Drakol soon found himself lost in thought, drifting with the swirling white and black of his memory pool. Even Sikoma subsided and fell silent, losing himself in the verdant expanse of green before them.

Like a ship adrift they floated through the sea letting the winds of thought carry them where they willed.

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 Post subject: Re: A Place For Answers (Yoz)
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Sutera felt more whole, like a cup that had always been full but never brimming at the cusp, which is what this felt like. Whatever this was. The samurai knew it was power, power that had taken a form within herself. Power that transformed her uncertainty of the abilities she had before into familiarity. Being able to transform gems into weapons and the energy that frequently came to be when she battled; it was all from the same source. The tournament had been a turning point. But she had no idea where to go now that the power was even stronger. Strong enough that it had taken a physical form upon her body as a tattoo. It'd spoken, albeit briefly.

Just long enough to tell her it had always been there.

There was a light on the plains, one she glanced at as she came out of the deep pool of her thoughts and reluctantly back to reality. What was the reality? Sutera was complete, even if she fought against the notion now that Marick was dead. Without his interference, she probably wouldn't have ever signed her name down on the parchment in the first place. He had given her herself and left once that was done.

The light moved and shifted like a person.

Beneath the sturdy leather of her armor covered chest a heat rose, a fire and ache stretching itself across from her heart to her right arm. The leather was so soft of her gloves that it made no sound as she clenched and flexed her hand, blinking as her mind worked through the slush of anger. The lines of fiery pain followed the length of the dragon's tattoo, one she kept covered completely. At least for now.

Hazel hues narrowed slightly, fighting against the gloom the setting sun invited with every passing minute. It took another moment for the woman to take an unsure step toward the light, a notion so many were warned against. And there appeared another reality.

There was still one ability in her arsenal that didn't come from Kohryu the dragon, one she'd been taught long ago from someone she hadn't always considered a friend. He'd been full of emotion and hatred the first time she'd met him, though that had dissipated somewhat once she'd began following him away from the quest they'd gone on together. From there she had learned a little bit about him, and him about her.

But she hadn't heard anything about him for quite some time. The gentle whips of grass against her boots sounded, slow at first before the spaces between grew shorter and she sped up to close the space between them. He looked like a glow worm, though she kept that thought to herself as she neared, breaking him out of his own thoughts as she called out.

"Drakol."

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 Post subject: Re: A Place For Answers (Yoz)
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Stars were starting to dot the sky in the east, though Drakol took no more notice of their presence than he did of the last fraction of the sun that was dipping below the horizon. Such things held great meaning for him now - there was great power to be drawn from the movements of the cosmos, but at the moment he just couldn't give a damn. He was too busy reflecting on the past, something that he found himself doing almost endlessly in his free time. He recalled his humble beginnings as an illegal wizard with a small group of friends, their subesquent exile and the path that his life had taken to reach this point. At the same time he could recall being enrolled in the greatest school of magic in the Underdark at an incredibly young age - a prodigy of magic that would do much and more with his life. A memory that was not his, and yet was inseparable from his own.

Which one was he? Sometimes Drakol had a hard time telling himself and Sikoma apart. In many ways they were similar, but in a cardinal few they were different - those differences were just getting harder and harder to remember.

"Someone approaches," Sikoma's withered voice sounded next to him. Drakol had been aware of the approach of course - had sensed the movement of energy a hundred yards out. That was an important skill that he had picked up - glowing like a beacon at all times of the day generally drew unwanted attention in even the most remote of places. Such as now. "I'm surprised you haven't blown this one away yet"

The memory pool began to swirl, the white and black flowing up Drakol's arms and legs and swirling over his skin - memories opening themselves to him at an incredible pace. The process continued for a moment, then the swirling subsised and the pool became placid once more. "That's because I know her."

Sutera approached from behind, her feet swishing through the grass a sound completely distinct from the gentle wash of the verdent waves. Drakol hovered in place an inch above the ground - walking no longer required unless he so desired it. It was only after her voice carried his name the short distance between them that he turned, settling eyes of liquid energy on her form.

"Hello, Sutera, its been quite a while since we last met." He drifted around her, his gaze scanning her up and down. She looked the same, but her shoulders were tense, and her aura was... different than before. "You've changed, though that does not surprise me. That tournament has a way of changing people - its victors even moreso than anyone else." The drow had heard of her victory - how could he not? Talk of the tournament was practically all that he had heard since coming back to the north.

"You also seem... troubled. Unusual for you. I'm not surprised that you sought your answers out here if you are - I've found more out here than I can remember- quite literally, unfortunately." At that point Drakol lowered himself softly to the ground and extended a hand to his old friend. "It's good to see you again."

"Just how good IS it to see her, Drakol?" Sikoma's tone was mocking, "I haven't seen you act so soft since you last saw that wench of a queen."

Drakol mentally rounded and glared silently at Sikoma, before turning back toward Sutera. "She befriended me in spite of my hatred for humans. In time I may have come to love her, but our paths were far too different for that. He motioned at the scene before them, "Given all of that, how could I be anything else toward her." Sikoma grunted and muttered something about Drakol being too soft, but kept whatever else he may have had to say inside - likely to his benefit.

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 Post subject: Re: A Place For Answers (Yoz)
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Time had passed quite swiftly since the last time they'd seen one another. Long hair flowed evenly across the leather at her back as she stayed still instead of followed his drifting ways around her stilled form, one golden arch subtly shifting above an eye as he did so. Marick had done the same thing once years before, but she still couldn't find the spite to follow the turn and ruin it by only giving him sight of one side. It was after he stopped that she realized his movement had lacked the sounds she was used to hearing, golden hues dipping down to observe the fact he didn't walk, but floated.

The samurai remembered briefly how normal he had seemed.. how young and in love with the female Drow Drakol had been. Had that been so long ago? The mention of the tournament did not escape past her, his words drawing her chin and gaze back up to his own. So he had heard of her victory. And yet he didn't congratulate her like so many had or ask odd questions; Drakol noticed the change. A change, anyway. There had been a couple. Yet he still continued to be a friend, extending his hand to her.

Sutera grasped it with her dominant sword hand, the spirit finding the time to interject its thoughts and opinions into her head.

He is.. highly observant.

I know.

She wasn't worried about Drakol feeling the heat from the tattoo through the leather glove; Stella had no idea if it was an imagined heat or not and chose to ignore it for the time being. Answers would come in time, a notion even the Drow seemed to agree to. That he had good experiences finding answers out here made her more certain that she would find something, anything, out here, too.

His comment about remembering less than he'd found had kept her gaze on him, a hint of concern easing those eyes to better observe his own form, looking for some obvious change that would warrant such a thing. There seemed nothing beyond the change in power, but even that was important. Power, though, could inspire many different things inside one's being, something she had learned herself. It was a bitter reminder.

"It's good to see you, too. I'm not the only one who has changed."

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 Post subject: Re: A Place For Answers (Yoz)
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He lowered his hand, warm from the grasp, to his side - had it been unnaturally warm? He wasn't sure, it had been so long since he had contact with another living being that he wasn't sure. Had Dahlia been that warm? It was so hard to remember...

She was taking him in, much like he had surveyed her only moments before. There were no outward differences to his body, except perhaps for a stronger glow, that he could think of. His demeanor had changed though, adding Sikoma to his mind had made him absent - even mental discussions took time and attention. When it came down to it though he was more dangerous than ever - the addition of Sikoma was a boon in battle. A second mind certainly had its benefits, and the addition of hundreds of years of necromantic knowledge, well, that was something as well.

"How much are you going to tell her, Drakol? Are you going to tell you that you are only one inhabitant of two in your mind, or maybe just your five years in a library even though it has been only a little over a year since you last saw her. Sikoma was trying to make Drakol squirm, but it wasn't working. He had grown used to the necromancer's jabs over the years so it wasn't much to just shrug them off.

"I'm not sure, do you want to be introduced? I think you might come to like her if you talked some." Drakol smirked.

"I think not."

"That's what I thought." These mental exchanges were distracting, had he missed something?

No. She was looking at him, expecting his answer. There was no doubt that she would notice the lapse in attention. "I have - far more than you could know, but that's what five years and another mind can do to you." Heh, well, that was a little more than Drakol had intended to tell her, but there wasn't much sense in hiding something from her - she would figure it out eventually. Besides, this might be the source of the answers that he was looking for.

He was looking for answers? About what? This... was a new revelation. The plains certainly had that effect on people.

"My changed aside for the moment: What brought you out here? Shouldn't you be celebrating your victory right about now? The title of King is the highest honour that one can gain in this world - it is hard won and even harder kept, why not bask in the glory while you can?" Drakol knew the answer to his question, but he was digging at something deeper - there was something that had her shoulders tense. It was important, something that needed to be uncovered before she could begin to find the answers that she was seeking. Maybe, then, she would be at ease.

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He knows.

There was a brief moment of curiosity felt from Kohryu. The dragon wanted her to touch him. It wanted to know more about this Drow's change than it could decipher by looking.

No; he's talking about himself, not me.

Aren't you going to tell him about me? He opened up to you. He has grown in strength, just like you have.

Victory. Winning, the act by itself, had been a victory, one that had been extinguished into sorrow the moment everything else had happened. Losing Marick but gaining power and an invasive spirit did not count as a victory to the samurai. The mere idea of actually basking in the glory and popularity seemed completely outlandish, even if she hadn't lost him. Sutera wasn't overly fond of so much attention, preferring solitude or the near solitude of those she trusted. She would go back to them, to people, but now she wanted something else.

Sutera watched those liquid energy eyes of the Drow's, trying to decide what to say and what not to say. How much was too much for Drakol? He seemed so far away from her right then. Was this what she had to look forward to as time went on and her own power grew?

"While I can..?" One brow arched again before the slightest smirk appeared and vanished on that usually apathetic face. "It doesn't feel like a victory." Stella looked away, white skirt shifting as she gave herself the illusion that she was alone by walking a couple steps around him until her back was to his form. Looking out as far as she could manage, she stared out across the darkness that was being put down slowly, night covering them all in a blanket with tiny holes of white. Her hand came to rest on the extra sword attached to her left leg: Marick's double katanas hidden within a metal tube. She hadn't found it within herself yet to bury them, a task she knew would have to come soon.

"I've been searching for my Commander all these years. He found me. He.. died after fulfilling his purpose, after I won." Pivoting upon the grass, Sutera slowly turned back to him, anger drawing a line between her brow. Emotions made it difficult to continue. It'd all been so much easier before. It'd been easy to not look weak in the past and Drakol was the last person she wanted to appear that to.

You loved him.

But control was important right then, feeling Kohryu react to the emotional distress. Sutera flexed and clenched her hand again, shaking all of that golden hair. "There's a powerful spirit fueling my power. It talks. It's always been there, silently, and now it has a name, feelings, thoughts. I feel less like myself than I ever have before and I don't know if that's a bad thing or not."

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