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<blockquote data-quote="Ormazd" data-source="post: 5836276" data-attributes="member: 24334"><p>Spirits of the wind, bound to our realm by the monk's strange magic. If it weren't for the strength of my allies I surely would have been destroyed again, perhaps for good; I sometimes forget how fragile this form is; so much closer to life than the rigid simulacrum my soul once inhabited. But perhaps that was my Queen's intention, for ever I walk on the edge of life and death, that shimmering veil, beyond which I will never again return, should I fail in my task.</p><p></p><p>T'was a fall from a great height into the chasm below that nearly did me in, but also shielded me from the vicious creatures' field of view, which, in a way, saved me from their ire.</p><p></p><p>My allies triumphed over the windlings while I recovered at the bottom of the chasm, accompanied by the remains of some poor adventurer, long dead. I am certain our group would have been routed or killed if it hadn't been for the valor of our new acquaintance, a master swordmaiden named Lumi. Her countenance and demeanor are admittedly a bit coarse, but it is clear that her intentions are as strong and pure as her heart. She is driven by the noblest of purposes: that she might find her lost love. And so, I felt a kind of kinship with her, though the painful topic compels me to turn inward and get lost in thought.</p><p></p><p>After fishing me out of the ravine we continued on to, and arrived at the monastery without further distraction. Immediately we were shut out, and so made our way over the walls on Alain's eagles; quite an entrance. The whole monastery leaped into action, and lines of wary monks eyed us with some consternation as we hastily made peace and sought conference with the headmasters. </p><p></p><p>Informed that Pilus was away for the time being, we were led to a windy room in the highest tower, where Master Longinus sat in meditation. He wore a mask, and we might have thought he was asleep if not for his strangely piercing gaze flicking over us.</p><p></p><p>We learned that the masters each embody one of the two winds. Longinus' path follows the West wind, patient and enduring, while Pilus, his brother, channels the East, which gusts with a sudden, unexpected intensity. Finding the masters tied so closely, in temperament and spirit, to the forces they embody put me ill at ease, having recently dealt with Balance and the other strange incarnations. But maybe it just happens to those who seek out better understanding or control; perhaps we all embody one ideal or another. Merrick is certainly the Storm, directionless and uncontrollable. Leska is the firey Torch that needs to be snuffed out. And I could be... Death? No, I am only Her hand. Judgment, perhaps... </p><p></p><p>What am I thinking? People needn't strive to become forces of nature.</p><p></p><p>We were offered quarters in the monastery and left early in the morning, back down into Eresh. Merrick, by this time, was completely assured we had nothing to fear from the curse; Alain looked somewhat more alert but I wasn't sure.</p><p></p><p>The town seemed more active than it had been the previous day. Shouts and activity could be heard occasionally; we didn't know it just yet but Balance's power was weakening. We walked past guards and townsfolk still stricken by the strange malaise, hoping indeed we might find clues at the site of the Ragesian incursion, when we encountered a crazed band of soldiers on a bloody warpath. After defeating them it occured to me that the helpful shade that found Lumi/Torrent might assist once again; as soon as the thought entered my mind, there it was, a spectral raven with a keen eye. I asked it to find the woman who beckoned us into the building (and subsequently disappeared) before, and in a short time we were heading to the house of healing where the creature called Balance lay in its death throes.</p><p></p><p>She told us our actions in the village had upset the balance and their time was coming to an end. Suddenly her form shifted and became that of a man. Oh, the questions we could have asked if only we had had time, but at least one great nugget of wisdom was gained: she/it/they and her kin are Trillith, a word which seemed familiar yet nearly forgotten. The case which we bore from Gate Pass to Seaquen, it seems like ages ago, had harbinged their collaboration with Ragesia.</p><p></p><p>At last we had a word for the creature/aspect Madness, and those like her, and I only hope that uncovering their specie might bring about their destruction, or at least the rebuttal from our world. </p><p></p><p>But the answers only led to more questions, which would remain unasked because of more immediate dangers. As Balance discorporated, shifting back and forth from its female and male forms, a new one emerged, possibly its true visage. And when it finally vanished, the curse was lifted, and sounds of terror and plunder erupted all over town as the Ragesian invaders restarted their campaign of violence against the townsfolk.</p><p></p><p>We rushed outside, heading toward the noise of the nearest struggle, with the smell of smoke in our nostrils. Ragesian thugs were putting homes to the torch, and as we moved to intercept them, dead-eye archers let fly in rapid succession, perforating our ranks. Without magic our quest would have ended there. Lumi charged forward, battling Ragesian soldiers and some sort of hell-hound, while I rushed inside the soon-to-be-engulfed house to ensure the safety of the occupants. Merrick and Alain battled the archers at range with their spells, each side suffering terrible wounds. Ours prevailed, of course, as our steely resolve and the inherent nobility of our actions outmatches the wild recklessness and brutality of the enemy. But it should be said that those Ragesian footsoldiers are no slouches.</p><p></p><p>I found a family huddling on the upper floor and led them to safety, only to be attacked by a lurking Ragesian infiltrator. I should have been skewered on his deadly short-sword, but somehow I was saved when the blow glanced off the cover of my shadowy tome; I do not remember having shifted my body to deflect the strike and yet somehow, it happened. Surprised by my miraculous evasion, the rogue balked and I was able to make short work of him. As I stepped back onto the street, with the villagers following close behind, and despite my comrades looking somewhat ragged, it was clear that we had won the battle. The fighting was far from over, however.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ormazd, post: 5836276, member: 24334"] Spirits of the wind, bound to our realm by the monk's strange magic. If it weren't for the strength of my allies I surely would have been destroyed again, perhaps for good; I sometimes forget how fragile this form is; so much closer to life than the rigid simulacrum my soul once inhabited. But perhaps that was my Queen's intention, for ever I walk on the edge of life and death, that shimmering veil, beyond which I will never again return, should I fail in my task. T'was a fall from a great height into the chasm below that nearly did me in, but also shielded me from the vicious creatures' field of view, which, in a way, saved me from their ire. My allies triumphed over the windlings while I recovered at the bottom of the chasm, accompanied by the remains of some poor adventurer, long dead. I am certain our group would have been routed or killed if it hadn't been for the valor of our new acquaintance, a master swordmaiden named Lumi. Her countenance and demeanor are admittedly a bit coarse, but it is clear that her intentions are as strong and pure as her heart. She is driven by the noblest of purposes: that she might find her lost love. And so, I felt a kind of kinship with her, though the painful topic compels me to turn inward and get lost in thought. After fishing me out of the ravine we continued on to, and arrived at the monastery without further distraction. Immediately we were shut out, and so made our way over the walls on Alain's eagles; quite an entrance. The whole monastery leaped into action, and lines of wary monks eyed us with some consternation as we hastily made peace and sought conference with the headmasters. Informed that Pilus was away for the time being, we were led to a windy room in the highest tower, where Master Longinus sat in meditation. He wore a mask, and we might have thought he was asleep if not for his strangely piercing gaze flicking over us. We learned that the masters each embody one of the two winds. Longinus' path follows the West wind, patient and enduring, while Pilus, his brother, channels the East, which gusts with a sudden, unexpected intensity. Finding the masters tied so closely, in temperament and spirit, to the forces they embody put me ill at ease, having recently dealt with Balance and the other strange incarnations. But maybe it just happens to those who seek out better understanding or control; perhaps we all embody one ideal or another. Merrick is certainly the Storm, directionless and uncontrollable. Leska is the firey Torch that needs to be snuffed out. And I could be... Death? No, I am only Her hand. Judgment, perhaps... What am I thinking? People needn't strive to become forces of nature. We were offered quarters in the monastery and left early in the morning, back down into Eresh. Merrick, by this time, was completely assured we had nothing to fear from the curse; Alain looked somewhat more alert but I wasn't sure. The town seemed more active than it had been the previous day. Shouts and activity could be heard occasionally; we didn't know it just yet but Balance's power was weakening. We walked past guards and townsfolk still stricken by the strange malaise, hoping indeed we might find clues at the site of the Ragesian incursion, when we encountered a crazed band of soldiers on a bloody warpath. After defeating them it occured to me that the helpful shade that found Lumi/Torrent might assist once again; as soon as the thought entered my mind, there it was, a spectral raven with a keen eye. I asked it to find the woman who beckoned us into the building (and subsequently disappeared) before, and in a short time we were heading to the house of healing where the creature called Balance lay in its death throes. She told us our actions in the village had upset the balance and their time was coming to an end. Suddenly her form shifted and became that of a man. Oh, the questions we could have asked if only we had had time, but at least one great nugget of wisdom was gained: she/it/they and her kin are Trillith, a word which seemed familiar yet nearly forgotten. The case which we bore from Gate Pass to Seaquen, it seems like ages ago, had harbinged their collaboration with Ragesia. At last we had a word for the creature/aspect Madness, and those like her, and I only hope that uncovering their specie might bring about their destruction, or at least the rebuttal from our world. But the answers only led to more questions, which would remain unasked because of more immediate dangers. As Balance discorporated, shifting back and forth from its female and male forms, a new one emerged, possibly its true visage. And when it finally vanished, the curse was lifted, and sounds of terror and plunder erupted all over town as the Ragesian invaders restarted their campaign of violence against the townsfolk. We rushed outside, heading toward the noise of the nearest struggle, with the smell of smoke in our nostrils. Ragesian thugs were putting homes to the torch, and as we moved to intercept them, dead-eye archers let fly in rapid succession, perforating our ranks. Without magic our quest would have ended there. Lumi charged forward, battling Ragesian soldiers and some sort of hell-hound, while I rushed inside the soon-to-be-engulfed house to ensure the safety of the occupants. Merrick and Alain battled the archers at range with their spells, each side suffering terrible wounds. Ours prevailed, of course, as our steely resolve and the inherent nobility of our actions outmatches the wild recklessness and brutality of the enemy. But it should be said that those Ragesian footsoldiers are no slouches. I found a family huddling on the upper floor and led them to safety, only to be attacked by a lurking Ragesian infiltrator. I should have been skewered on his deadly short-sword, but somehow I was saved when the blow glanced off the cover of my shadowy tome; I do not remember having shifted my body to deflect the strike and yet somehow, it happened. Surprised by my miraculous evasion, the rogue balked and I was able to make short work of him. As I stepped back onto the street, with the villagers following close behind, and despite my comrades looking somewhat ragged, it was clear that we had won the battle. The fighting was far from over, however. [/QUOTE]
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