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Author Topic: I don't believe in your institutions  (Read 426 times)

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Offline Bane Celebrimbor

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I don't believe in your institutions
« on: May 01, 18, 01:27:11 PM »

The Broodmother

Bane Celebrimbor stepped out of his small hut. His body ached from the Black Widow who had made use of him the night before, but it was a pleased ache that left him feeling whole and somewhat refreshed. Life as one of the Brood was so different from among the Dea al Mon, and yet there was something that called to him far more than when he'd been part of the Ebon Guard and their regimented life.

They are monsters. The thought came through his mind again as he walked toward the gathering that was held at the center of the bawn. The Brood Mother had called to her captains, her voice a song that drew ardor and hunger within his mind, and she'd summoned them to the heart of their camp. Bane walked past some of those who bore his mark -- the white hand printed into their faces where he'd laid his brand. He could feel their hunger, their want, their need and knew with the exertion of his strength he could summon them to obey his will. He was strong, now, not the weak creature he was becoming toward the end of his life.

You are a monster now, too. The thought again lingered, hateful and clawing. It tried to dig under his skin to his heart to make it clench and despair, but he could not show weakness before the Brood Mother.

She stood over most of them, her body altered by the bond with the ancient spirit and her own shifting and changing of her body. Carapace coverered what ought to have been soft skin. Long claws replaced what was once fingertips. Long bone tendrils, bound to her body and made alive from creatures she'd harvested of the Morwuud, swayed like extra limbs. The Brood Mother turned to him, and with blazing eyes she looked into his soul and his spirit.

"My children." Was there ever a voice so beautiful and terrible at once? "Our Hope has received a powerful portent. A vision of the North. In Devinos there is a Priestess of the Untamed. Someone who has found a door to the outer realms, and brought with it knowledge lost to our errant cousins."

The Brood Mother's eyes turned across the commanders and warriors of the Brood -- for all of them were warriors save for the children -- and then settled onto Bane specifically. "She has touched upon the spirit of Loku, has felt our blessed mother's breath.

I require her. I require the knowledge she has of the Door.

The ancient spells of the Dea al Mon, used to isolate us, could be turned to the power of the Brood. With the guidance of our blessed mother, we could accelerate the Waste and leave our mark upon the bodies of every Dea al Mon.

Who will lead the bands north into Oberaula, and establish a vanguard for our sojourn into a new age?"


Devinos had been untouched by the Brood, Oberaula especially. The people there would not expect their attack. They'd be afraid. They'd be unsuspecting. It would lead to chaos, death, and terror.

The Bane of Before would have been disgusted, afraid, and swear she had no right. But that voice was just a whisper now.

He lifted his hand, and as he did a dark orange glow surrounded his fingertips. The white hand upon each of his warriors lit up, and they stepped forward with a snarl of pain and anger.

"I will go."

Offline Wraith Estalon

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Re: I don't believe in your institutions
« Reply #1 on: May 04, 18, 12:12:35 AM »
The Broodmother was the most beautiful and most terrifying being he had ever known, wrapped into a single enigmatic form. He’d been blind once, long ago, but she’d torn the scales from his eyes and shown him a world without fear and pain. She’d showed him the life and power that everyone could have if they simply chose it over all else. Her path was open to everyone, excluding none because of such frivolous things such as caste, status, or service. Even since Chance brought him across, Wraith had dedicated himself to showing others the way.

So when the Broodmother said that a Priestess of the Untamed had come into their lands with knowledge that she required, Wraith understood his duty.

Bane accepted the task first.

Wraith remained silent. She would either give the others their own duties or she would leave that task to the one she’d selected to join them. It did not matter, either way. He would have chances to meet the Dea al Mon in battle. He would see Valor Tanithil again, would return him to Mother Night to contemplate his folly. He would return to Shade Alerron’s family and bring them among the Brood to begin their new lives. He’d foreseen that future during his rest, his mind journeying the spaces between all things before bringing him back to this place to stand among his people.

He hoped there would be blood to spill before this was over.

I will lend my aid to Prince Celebrimbor’s mission.” Wraith said, speaking up after Bane was done. He would do as he said and help Bane bring back the Untamed Priestess. She was as good as captured. And once she was, Wraith could return to his task of bringing others forward into the Broodmother’s light so that they could see the truth.

Only the Broodmother knew the path through suffering and into life eternal.

There are no strings on me.

Offline Ash Caraslin

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Re: I don't believe in your institutions
« Reply #2 on: May 04, 18, 12:53:23 AM »
Ash did not like being in the presence of the Broodmother.

Her voice, beautiful and terrible, washed over him like someone petting his fur from the wrong direction. He knew it was because he fought his transformation, vehemently protested becoming this monster like the others. Yet her voice still called him, still summoned him, and, because he also refused to care for himself, he was too emotionally exhausted to resist.

So he came, with the other Protectors, slinking forward like the called hounds that they were, milling with the other Brood imbued with canine spirits, one restless, rabid, slavering pack, ready to be unleashed on the hunt.

An Untamed Priestess. In their Territory. A prize, a treasure. A poor soul to be captured, converted, consumed, and discarded once the glorious Broodmother had what she wanted.

A way to spread the disease that was the Brood.

Ash looked away. He needed to keep these thoughts quiet. If she discovered his defiance…

Was death better than life as a monster?

He knew the reason he lingered in this awful, conflicted state: his twin Sparrow. If there was the slightest chance that he could return to her side, whole and reverted, he would endure this curse. But that did not mean he had to go along with Genesis’s missions.

With a voice suited better for howling than speaking, Ash said, “I will remain, to protect the cubs.” There weren’t literal cubs to protect -- they were the ones who had just been changed, weakened from their transformation, who needed care while the spirit bonded with its new flesh. Ash, when not guarding the literary and arcane artifacts that the Brood secreted, did that with one of the other Brood, Orchid.

He offered comfort where he could, laving wounds both physical and emotional, for all that his torn soul could. Sometimes he thought it would be kinder simply to slit their throats but he was neither brave enough nor did he have the strength to fight the frenzied spirit within him that commanded him to protect. Protect even the damned.

Thus he did. And he hated himself more.

His stubby fingernails like claws scraped against the stone as he turned to Bane, dipping his head low, submissively. “Good hunting,” he wished the Commander of the Brood, though he did not truly hope for it.

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Re: I don't believe in your institutions
« Reply #3 on: May 06, 18, 09:37:20 PM »
The Broodmother was beautiful.  Terrible, but beautiful.  Her voice was like the greatest massage, caressing every nerve with gentle promise and terror.  Many amongst the Brood hated themselves for accepting the Gift.. at least at first.

But she didn't.  She'd been dying.  She'd felt it.  The Waste had been clawing at her soul, taking all that made her.. unique.  And then Wraith had found her.  Brought her to the Mother, and the Mother had rescued her.  Fed her blood and flesh and given her new Life.  As terrible as Mother could be.. she was still beautiful.  Still perfect.

So when her voice called to her children - when that beautiful and terrifying voice summoned at their tethers - she obeyed.  She found herself smiling as the Mother spoke of visions and other realms.  Found herself smiling at the idea that they could be that much closer to saving the rest of their people.. at bringing her first mother and father into the family.

She pressed through the crowd, following the beautiful tug of the Mother's voice and the remembered promise of her touch.  She was a shimmering and pale rainbow amongst dark and scarred shadows.  For all that it made her seem more delicate, she was not.  She was the Serpent Khidma.  She could crush opponents without ever laying a finger on them. 

Those delicate fingers brushed over shoulders as she drifted through the crowd, her fingers finally moving over Ash's shoulder.  Her Fang.  Her lover, her companion.. her tormented friend.  She smiled, laying her cheek on his shoulder.

"I.. will do asss the Mother wishesssss.  Whether it be to ssstay with the cubsss or go."  Her tongue slipped out from her lips, playing over Ash's cheek in a warm gesture of recognition.  He tasted of the forest, and his own sweat.  A mix she found delightful, and appropriately primal for the situation.

Her eyes turned to Bane, an impish little smile playing on her lips as she rested those milky white eyes on him in delight.  "Make sssure not to break Her."  He might.   It was too easy to break things now - she'd accidentally crushed the first two Dea al Mon that she'd caught in the woods.  She hadn't meant to - she'd just meant to hold them.  To bring them back to the Mother and have her judge them worthy of Rebirth or not.

But .. she'd squeezed too tightly.  Bane was more terrifying than she.  Stronger, and beautiful, and vicious.  She gave him that delighted smile anyways... because he was as the Mother had made him.  And so he was beautiful.

Offline Bane Celebrimbor

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Re: I don't believe in your institutions
« Reply #4 on: Jun 30, 18, 01:57:07 PM »

Bane felt sickness in his gut spread; revulsion and disgust as the Broodmother flashed a dark, haunting smile at her. Why did his body tug at him to desire her? Why did he lust for this demon bitch that commanded the ruination of his people?

He had to go. He had to contain the damage. He had to make sure that this Untamed was kept unspoiled and unbroken. Orchid's concern was a valid one. If Chance or Wraith got to her first they might spoil her for the Broodmother. Might..

His thoughts had shifted from benevolent to focused on maintaining the prize. What was going on?

"Gather your war party, Bane Celebrimbor. Wraith Estalon gather three closest to you to act as your own guard. Orchid Tanithil, you will go with them to assure that the Untamed woman is safe." The Broodmother's words were like burning honey to his ears. She stepped forward and focused on him alone. As she did she swayed her hips in a sensual fashion that highlighted the chitinous extra limbs she bore, the swell of her waist, the fullness of her curvaceous body...

She laid clawed fingers on his chest and he felt the sudden pressure of the razor tips against his skin. Barely they did not cut into his flesh as she drew near and whispered. Her mouth was a promise of salvation and utter ecstasy. "Bring her to me unspoiled, Bane, and I will see that your reward is great."

He visibly shivered. Was it lust? Disgust? Excitement? Terror? They all seemed to be the same thing in this moment.

She drew back and conjured a crystal, handing it to him. "Hope Galoneth, our beloved Seer, has crafted this to lead you to your prey. It will show you her face and act as a compass to guide you." The Broodmother then turned and headed back toward the tree and the caves beyond. "Ash. Bring the cubs with you and come with me." She said over her shoulder, not turning to regard the Den Watcher. Bane watched her go and resisted the urge to follow after her. Instead he crushed his right hand into a fist and the Blood Opal swelled in power. The hand upon his thralls burned bright and they let out growls of pain as he shifted his gaze to Wraith and Orchid both.

"The Winds will be watched." He said with a hint of distaste as he summoned his knowledge of the Ebon Guard and their patterns. "We can't just cross the border without a fight, either, and we lack the numbers for a full scale assault.

So. We'll need to get past the patrols another way."
He gestured to the ground then, his face stern and set.

"We go north and then we combine our Craft to dig beneath the earth. We'll work in shifts to form a tunnel, then come up in Esgarth, then move north along the border."

Another flow of Blood Opal light from his hand, and he growled as his thralls snarled in rage and hunger. "Let's go."

Offline Ash Caraslin

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Re: I don't believe in your institutions
« Reply #5 on: Jul 05, 18, 03:39:00 PM »
Orchid’s tongue on his cheek had him turning his head towards her. Carefully, his teeth grazed just behind her ear, a gentle sort of playful between monsters. It was a quick, bestial exchange of affection, recognition of the something between them. Then it was over, as Orchid teased Bane about how fragile the Untamed Priestess would probably be.

The Broodmother spoke with Bane and then directed Orchid to assist in their efforts. So, they were to be separated in this mission. “Be careful,” he whisper-growled at her, his voice scraping across gravel. And then, even softer, “Return to me.” He might be a monster but he could at least care about someone in his life at times.

But to Ash’s chafing, the Broodmother wished for him to bring her the cubs and stay near her side. Again, he had that feeling of his fur being rubbed the wrong way. Behind him, one of his wolf brothers howled fiercely, indicating that the pack would answer her command. They would work together to bring in the vulnerable and defend their Queen.

Though he felt that same song swell in his throat, Ash resisted the aching need to add to that howl.

His throat constricted but he managed to eek out, “As my Queen commands,” with a deferential dip of his head, before he slunk off like the good little hound he was to enact her orders.

Would it be so bad of him to wish that they were unsuccessful? Could the Darkness be just for once, denying them victory?

Or did the Darkness not care who won and who died and who lived in this conflicted state of half-life?

Offline Orchid Tanithil

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Re: I don't believe in your institutions
« Reply #6 on: Jul 07, 18, 08:19:11 PM »
Ash's teeth against her skin made her smile.  She enjoyed his play, his teeth and his claws against her flesh.  Sometimes, when they did things particularly well, he even drew Blood.  Others.. others she sometimes sank her teeth into him, squeezing his body against hers until both of them balanced on the edge of pain and pleasure, uncertain of where they wished to fall.

Her beautiful Ash, her wolf, was still torn between this life and his old one.  Did he not see that he could have both?  That he need only fetch his sister, and bring her to the Mother for salvation from the cold death that awaited her if she remained an enemy?  Sometimes she thought of asking - and then reminded herself that he wasn't ready.

Maybe, one day.. she might.  Or perhaps she would find him a gift.. yes, a pretty gift to help him settle in a bit better.  She'd have to think on it while she was travelling. She did so love to travel.

Orchid Tanithil, you will go with them to assure that the Untamed woman is safe.

Instantly she straightened, more at attention in this moment than she had been before.  Before, the Broodmother had been speaking to all her children.  In that moment, she was speaking to Orchid.  And in that moment, like others before it, those words sank deeper into her psyche than they should. 

In that moment, her mission was solidified.  She would bring back the Priestess... unspoiled.  UnBroken.  And if any of her bretheren lost their control and attempted to ruin what they were fetching.. well..

All of them could be replaced.  She would mourn them, of course.. especially if the one to do such a thing was Wraith.  But the Broodmother's wishes were more important by far.  Fortunately.. Wraith would never move against the Broodmother.  Not even unwillingly.  She knew that as she knew her own heartbeat.

So she smiled, dipping her head in a delightful nod before turning her attention to Ash and his farewells.  He whispered to her, ordered her to return.. and so she set her snakelike tongue against his lips in a quick farewell of her own. "Alwaysss lover."

Then.. then Bane had her attention.  He spoke of the patrols, and the need to get around them.  This was wise.  She'd rather be subtle than warlike anyways.. the more people they killed, the fewer family members they would have.  If they were to truly save the Dea al Mon.. they had to show them the truth of their existence.

They had to prove that the Brood were the next step - that the Mother had designs for her children, and the Broodmother was their guide.

"North, tunnelssss.. Essssgarth.."

She whispered it, repeating the words to drill them into her mind.  Bane's thralls growled and snarled.. but they didn't bother her.  She simply smiled, turning her attention towards Wraith with an appreciative glint in her eye. 

"Come, my ssssavior.. we have a Priessstess to fetch, you and I.. and sssso very much to catch up about on the way."

Offline Wraith Estalon

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Re: I don't believe in your institutions
« Reply #7 on: Jul 27, 18, 10:21:53 PM »
Wraith Estalon gather three closest to you to act as your own guard.”

The Broodmother commanded and Wraith obeyed. Some among the Brood were conflicted about the new lives they’d chosen to lead. Wraith was not. The life of Shade Alerron ended when Valor Tanathil slashed him to ribbons and left him to bleed to death on the forest floor. Joining with his Other had purged his mind of doubt, of pain, of conflict. Dea al Mon belonged to the Brood and it was only a matter of time before her lesser children understood what the Brood of the Trueborn knew in their bones: this wasn’t  a war and it never had been.

It was only a countdown until the bathed the forests in the blood in the of the weak. A mercy killing long overdue.

Threads went out before the Broodmother uttered her last word. He reached for Pestilence, Scythe, and Grave, demanding that they join him at once. Three of many that Wraith had rescued from shattered lives that served no purpose. The Broodmother had sent him forth, trusting in his judgement to lead her children home to the place they were always meant to be. Now they would feel no fear. They would not watch the light darken in the eyes of people who were supposed to care for them as hope faded away. Wraith had brought them into the presence of the one being in all of the Ebon Wood would could restore not just their lives, but their hope and sense of purpose.

Some called it the Waste, but Wraith considered it a sacred Promise. A Promise that life was more than pain, suffering, and death.

We will not fail you, Broodmother.” Wraith said, bowing his head to the woman who defied all classification and understanding. She was the sun in his sky. She could not be labeled or quantified to help small minds process her glory. One understood or they did not.

The others said their goodbyes. Wraith’s guard arrived and the Opal Warlord was looked to Bane and Orchid, sweet little Orchid, and nodded. She said that they had things to catch up on, but Wraith’s mind was focused on the mission at hand. They would find the Untamed Priestess and bring her back in one piece, as the Broodmother commanded.

Let us go.

They headed north.

Once the tunneling began, it went well with their combined Craft. When they finally reached Esgarth, however, Wraith would pass everyone through the soil up to the surface in order to avoid giving away their presence with a hole in the earth. From there, they would move follow the border as Bane commanded. The Broodmother would have the Priestess. The Dea al Mon would come one step closer to salvation.

The Brood would triumph.

There are no strings on me.

Offline Bane Celebrimbor

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Re: I don't believe in your institutions
« Reply #8 on: Aug 09, 18, 12:09:33 PM »
Bane did not wish to harm the Dea al Mon. In his heart, he was still uncertain if he truly was one of the Brood, or a willing captive doing what it took to survive. Sometimes at night, alone in his thoughts, it was difficult to tell the difference.

While the idea of tunneling to Esgarth was ingenious, it would not be easy. He had the thralls carry with them all that they could in supplies; Food and water especially. While the tunnel would give them the advantage of surprise and stealth, they would lose time that could never be replaced.

But Bane did not wish to kill any of the Ebon Guard or the Red Cloaks - brothers and sisters of the order he had once been part of. The sacred promise to defend Dea al Mon still rang true in him, even if its master had shifted.

Did the Broodmother know his heart? It was always a fear that she could sense his treacherous loyalty to his people. But something else warred at him, told him that she knew exactly that, and that she had sent him on this mission because he would choose guile and mercy over savagery and directness. At times he doubted, but to those he was leading he revealed none of these things. He was the newest of the Broodmother's Generals. He would have to prove himself.

So when they reached the site he called on the power of his Brand. The Thralls howled in pain as he snarled out a "DIG!" that filled the air. The Thralls obeyed, and part of him felt exalted in that domination of the monsters that had preyed on his friends and fellow soldiers. They set to work, using their Jewels until they were near breaking to carve out a pathway into the earth of Kassel and move forward. When they were exhausted, he had them pulled aside to eat, drink, and rest, and then a new team would step in.

Bane did not join them in their endeavor, but others did. Fifty strong, the Brood worked in shifts over several days to make their pathway up north. Ten feet deep, they would be fully submerged in the ground and would avoid most of the protections of the Ebon Guard and the Red Cloaks. In time the tunnel might be discovered and collapsed, but they had the element of surprise.

Nearly a week later, Bane emerged first from the tunnel near the site. Guided by the crystal given to him by the Broodmother, he saw the features clearly of the Untamed Priestess and knew where it guided him. They emerged in the early morning -- just an hour after dawn -- and the crystal tugged and pointed him to the east:

The border of Dea al Mon and the Untamed Lands.

"We are here." he snarled and drew his blade. "She will not be alone." There will be too many for prisoners, it would be wise to kill them all. But he did not give into that urge and spoke with reason and focus.

"If we find Queen, Priestess, or Black Widow, take them alive. Kill the others. Secure the site. The Broodmother will join us once we have our foothold."

A snarl, unbidden, came from the General then. "Go."

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Re: I don't believe in your institutions
« Reply #9 on: Aug 09, 18, 02:10:33 PM »
The night was beautiful here.  The sounds of the forest, the glimpse of stars through the leaves, and the overall sense of.. she wasn't sure what it was.  There was something here.  Something more awake, more - just more

The forest of the Dea al Mon felt alive in a way she'd never felt before, and she wondered if perhaps the Darkness was closer here than it was in other places. 

Glacia claimed they had the Darkness' favor.. but she couldn't imagine those cold people had something like this here.  If they did, then why would their people run to other territories and give up the connection that could be had?

She often spent most of the night in her prayers, her meditations, her rituals.  Out here, in the campsite near the border?  She continued that trend.  Tonight, however - tonight was not just about regular prayers.  Tonight was about thanking the All-Mother for guiding her to those that needed her, and for seeing to her survival in the bones of her world.

Tonight was about gratitude. 

So she had walked her circle, spilling drops of her Blood as she went.  And she had lit her candles, cut some of her hair to offer it up.  She had settled in for the night, folding her hands so that she could settle into the Dark, and offer up her prayers.

She had felt the shifting in that Abyss as something prowled about.  She had wrapped her Blood Magic about her Self, hiding herself in the Darkness of the Mother's embrace while she soaked up the strength of the Night.

Wake up...

The whisper had her eyes opening, her Self racing back up, and up, until she was truly aware of her body.  She was too late.  As with the Border Spell, she could not shout the warning in enough time. 

"Look out!" 

Her words were lost in the howls of... creatures.  Monsters that boiled up from beneath the ground, erupting in a wave and spilling to the ground with slobbering menace.

She wrapped herself in a Shield, pulling the small knife she used as a ceremonial blade in this land.  Just a useful dagger, nothing fancy.  It served its purpose, though what use it would be against these beasts, she had no idea.

She must find the Queen.  She must make sure that Solstice got away from these.. these things.  One of those monsters saw her, and she saw it lifts face towards the sky.  There was a glowing.. brand upon its face, a brand that caught her eye and made her breath still in fear even before that howl left its lips.

Lady Solstice!  Hide.  Monsters are here, and.. oh Darkness...

Almost as one, those monsters turned their attention to her.  "All Mother be merciful..." 

She ran.  Terror lit her nerves afire, and she bolted as if the gates of Hell were open behind her.  Towards the Master of the Guard, where she had seen him last.  Towards swords, and spells, and hopefully safety.   Mother let my feet be swift.

Offline Solstice Moriwen

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Re: I don't believe in your institutions
« Reply #10 on: Aug 21, 18, 02:03:01 PM »
Night in the forests of the Dea al Mon was filled with the natural song of the breeze brushing the treetops and the soothing susurrus of nocturnal creatures moving about. Outsiders to this realm might find it terrifying, being surrounded by the noise of things unseen, but the Dea al Mon were used to it. The night held no terrors for them, only a different shade of peace from the daylight.

Though she was aware of the Rihland Priestess’s usual schedule and whereabouts, Solstice had her own District to run and the matter of Eliisa had become something closer to a formality rather than a genuine interest. The border rift remained lightly guarded until it could be repaired and Solstice’s Master of the Guard had assigned an escort to Eliisa whenever she so wished to leave the grounds. It had been some quiet weeks since their first encounter with the Jhinka and a nervous peace had begun to resettle in the area.

Still, Solstice’s admonition to remain vigilant would have been wasted anyway. They had not planned for something to this degree.

The sun had long past its set and the moon was rising as the Queen of Oberaula drifted from her study towards her bedroom, soft witchlight from the wall sconces illuminating her path. The peace of the night promised to continue and Solstice looked forward to a night full of rest before her day tomorrow.

Her bare feet had just crossed the threshold to her room when there came an alarming buzz along the strand of Opal, just before Eliisa’s voice could be heard shouting, **Lady Solstice!  Hide.  Monsters are here, and.. oh Darkness…**

Solstice paused. Analyzed. Reviewed.

**Espadon, where is Priestess Eliisa tonight?** she asked of her Master of the Guard. There was a long pause before he responded and when he did, Solstice rapidly put pieces together within her mind. Monsters. Eliisa did not know yet the Brood in their hideous forms. That narrowed it down immediately. Tilting her head back, looking in the direction of the rift, her voice came ringing across an Opal thread over the estate: **We are under attack! Defend the Priestess!**

The Court flew into action. Solstice turned, began calling in various light armoring and weaponry as she was allowed to carry in her status, and flowed like water intent upon carving a channel through rock towards the stables, where she knew her men would be gathering.

Her Master of the Guard had already taken the fastest responders in the direction of the rift, hopefully towards Eliisa, and Solstice did not halt them to wait for her. Around the estate, additional wards and Shields sprung to life, layers upon layers of protection that Solstice was about to leave out of responsibility for the Untamed Priestess and the rift she had been unable to mend. She left with a contingent of two dozen warriors, her horse charging right behind the point guard as they ran.

**Priestess! We come for you,** Solstice sent ahead to Eliisa. She had every faith that Espadon would find Eliisa first and then secure the area.

She did not fathom how wrong she would be.

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Re: I don't believe in your institutions
« Reply #11 on: Sep 13, 18, 02:05:20 PM »
The mark upon the faces of the enthralled was Bane's own hand burned into their flesh. Even now he could sense their hunger, their lust for battle and war. They let out a mass of roars and shouts - not unified, for they were not true soldiers - and gave chase after the fleeing Priestess like a pack of wolves in search for a single fawn. Some ran, others used their hands as well as their feet like beasts, some others hobbled for the ways their bodies had shifted had begun to warp their bones and muscles. Most of Bane's branded were more advanced in the Waste, their shapes more monstrous than he and some of the others who still looked like the Dea al Mon they had left behind.

Sometimes he wondered if he, too, would lose his mind and become little more than a rabid dog kept on a leash, like his thralls.

Some of the District Guard arrived, but though they were strong men of the Dea al Mon they were no match for the ravenous hunger and bloodlust of the Brood. Two of his Branded fell, but the others charged over their corpses and fell upon the protectors of the Priestess. Screams and cries filled the air as the Branded stopped their charge to disembowl and feast upon the flesh of the Guard. Their craving for blood and the meat of their former people was too great even for Bane's command to override.

Not that he would - terror was an effective weapon, he knew from being on the other end of it.

But now Bane was no longer afraid. He conjured forth his weapon and pointed his blade toward the Master of the Guard who came to lead the defense of the area. "Take that one alive! Kill the rest!" He called and charged forward, his blade swinging with abandon.

These are your people, Bane. You are killing your own people!

There is only one people now, and they serve the Broodmother.


And as his blade met against the shield of one of the still-loyal, he heard no other sound than the song of battle. Not even the cries of his conscience that told him what he was doing was wrong.

 

 

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