| Subject: The Weavers. |
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Trell'Dem
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Date Posted: 21:54:11 04/22/02 Mon
He laughed.
His host behide him, screaming in fierce delight as they all surged, almost as if one large fey creature, meant to engulf everything in their path..to consume it all..to try and ease a eternal hunger.
Images of his very being left behide for the wind, as if another realm was plucking his soul, to marvel at the beauty of undeath. The Weave trembled, the Tsunami of the Shadow drowning it outward as he reaches toward the weave with his own clawed hand...he felt them...the Guardians, where they went by Lashana's own use of the weave..a telltale mark.
The Entire Legion shimmers, each plucked by some invisable cord. Even as the leader lingers, rewarding Wyrd and Lashana with a award winning smile, even as his image passes straight thru them..they travel thru the Shadow Weave, flowing thru the currents of the Weave..as poison travels thru the blood stream to the heart.
The Guardians are suddenly among a army of undead, each hissing outward with a bloodthirsty lust as they each gaze..upon Trell'Dem...the Undead Guardian.
He smiled, fangs peeking thru between the lips..even as those small daggers pierce his bottem lip...the blood trinkling in a small line down his neck...even as he reaches toward the Guardian known as Bear, and ravishes his neck, the fangs a eager beast as they burrow under the skin, piercing the live blood easily...even as the blood is a warm sublime gush upon his mouth, easily sending his consicous to almost heavenly existance.
The heart pulsates..even as the proud beasts howls in agony..soul..blood...power..it all is devoured by this infamous lich. Then the heart stops..he hears it...a beautiful harmony ending after the climax...even as the power fuses with his own....he sighs in pure esctasy.
The others hiss their impatiance...the entire host of guardians infront of them...the army of life and the army of death. Even as Lorlineal wipes the back of his hand violently across his face, getting rid of the chandestine visit he paid upon that soul.
" Kill them all...but Leave the Forgottens to me.."
They act as one huge rush of power, no longer individual as they rush upon the Guardians. Even as Trell'Dem Takes flight away from this place, the Massive wings easily ascending him into the heavens. He has found Lashana...and now knows that fledgling's scent..but the other..Zenra Icewind..must be found...he sniffed the air..blood still dancing about his body, making his eyesight more acute..more so then ever.
And he had her..the scent that was upon his friend's body...and he flew to her...should she live upon another plane..then he would make sure she would pay a visit with
this being of the underworld.
And he knew how.
Conjuring his magicks, small tendrils of eldrich power streaming about his hands as he conjures up a mockery of one of their previous encounters into the trail of the Weave...it would reach Zenra...as the message would be laced with her own scent..her blood. The weave couldn't help but be used..
That's when Ceallac appears to Zenra...a fading image of reality.
" Help me Zenr-r-ra...I'm..dying...but still alive..seek me out..upon..the Forest..of El..rood.."
The image done..the Shadow weave reciding back upon the oceans between the two opposing forces..even as he flew to the Forest of Elrood, diving upon waters as he wraps the Weave about him, as he flies into the clearing...all is seen is a small brown bear cub..whining for its mother...
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