Broken (Invite only)

[Sir Storm Brightblade]

Storm felt the slight touch and looked up, he had a blank stare of someone who wasn't there or realized where he was. Thoughts began to flood his mind of what had happened to the two of them that had caused the rift between the two of them. It had been over three years since he had seen Elestirne, for reasons he knew not and it sickened him.

"There is something else you need to hear otorno, Tatsamura is alive."

Storm shot straight up at the end of that sentence.

"How? Where is he?" Storm asked frantically?

Elestirne finished the story and he still stood shocked.

Suddenly Storm bolted and left them\ behind. He ran back up the stair case towards his room and threw open the door. Frantically he dug through his chest at the foot of his bed. Finally reaching the bottom he found what he was seeking. Wrapped in silk was a bundle no longer than a foot. He closed his eyes and bowed to the respect the kami of the blade and those of his ancestors and unfolded the bundle. When the final fold was done, there laid the hilt of the katana his friend and previous lord had used. He had not seen it in years, for it stirred up memories that need not have been disturbed right now. He picked up the hilt to hold in his hand.

[Lady Elestirne]

Whatever Elestirne might have been expecting, it was not this. Her heart felt like a stone with the weight of the world as its mass. Full-grown he may be now, acvording to the years of his kind, but perhaps something of the youth lingers yet. She had instinctively, numbly moved to follow without conscious thought;driven as much by the responsibility she felt to the mortal she accounted a brother as by the unspoken law of that responsibility that said to always look out for and care for the other. Despite her fear possibly being confirmed that he had held her to blame and/or carried a grudge all these years, she refused to be held oathsworn. She and Olore followed speedily and Authnor followed after a startled oath of surprise.

Catching up to him at what was obviously his room, she did not enter, only watched his movements as the man frantically searched through a chest until he uncovered a bundle and unrolled it to reveal the katana hilt. The nearness of the thing seemed to make the sceptor yet hidden under her cloak hum and tingle. The frosty contact bit at her skin but the memories bit harder and keener and she bowed her head,closing her eyes with a wince against the pain as they surged up.

As if it were only yesterday she could see again the ordeal of her capture and torture, could hear the ring of blades as she fought Telamon for her life, her friends,and Mittelmarch. She felt again the bite of shock at the realization of Tatsumura's 'fate', the crushing guilt for both that and the death of Telamon at her hands, what she had had to face and tap into to beat the demon-elf.. Old injuries, long healed, seemed to reignite at the memories. White-hot pain flared at wrists, hand, side,ribs and one leg. She did well to hide her hiss of pain and dismay. The starmark hidden by her crown seemed to tingle and she again heard Araira's voice echoing gently..

Olore shouldered her, and she came back to herself out of the depth of memories with an effort to find Authnor just behind her,hand on her shoulder and dark concern and worry in his eyes. Olore shouldered her again and she took strength and balance from his presence, grounding and centering herself against the memories. The ending-song she had sung for Tatsumura flitted into her mind and she hummed the melody in a quiet whisper,with a gesture of respect and blessing. I will repay my debt my friend,and earn your forgiveness,

Returning her attention to Storm, she mulled her possible actions. She could go to him, but if he blamed her it might prompt him to turn on and revile her. But a rising sense of unease was creeping up on her and now that she had warned her oathbrother, she chafed to be on the way and attempting to repay her debt. Inwardly,she sighed heavily.

"Otorno, blame me if you will and I will take whatever anger or punishment you may wish to mete out for what you believe my part in and fault for Tatsumura's 'fall', for it pales insignificant to my own guilt and feeling of failure and blame. And there is nothing you, or anything on earth, can do to me than is worse than I already face and endure." Unconsiously,she rubbed briefly at her wrists and the pendant Storm had given her slipped down to wink and sparkle.

"If you wish nothing to do with me because of that I will accept that as well. But please understand I could do no less than warn you. You are friend and oathbrother and I would not fail or be forsworn in either responsibility. Think of me what you will for that, but I could not leave you in danger without warning. You can choose to come with me in my search or no, to help me or no, but at least belive me when I say you are in danger for the hilt in your possession. The malice that seeks Tatsumura and, by now,me-as well as you- has already killed in its search. I do not want you to meet the same end. You are my friend and I owe debts to both you and Tatsumura. Do not think less of me for that."

The queen's melodic voice was brittle, almost taut, with wariness, uncertainty, guilt and sorrow heavy in it. Her entire,slender frame seemed to emanate it, and there was a weariness, strain and yea,even bitterness there that Storm had never seen her show so openly in all his time of knowing the queen.

[Lady Elestirne]

“Blame you?" Authnor's tone was quietly incredulous and outraged. "The windwalker went of his own will. You are in no way to blame! Nor can Storm blame himself. You have both shouldered guilt and blame where none exist. It's well past time you both let that go and have done. It has done neither of you any good and you both have far more important things to worry about than to mire yourselves in guilt and shock. There is danger likely stalking you both at this very moment, searching for the katana hilt. And possibly what you carry as well my lady. Should you both not better spend your time seeking out the wind-walker before this malice finds him first? And you Storm, what kind of oathbrother can you call yourself if you let Elestirne seek out Tatsumura without you? He was after all, your lord. It should be nothing less than your responsibility and duty to go with her to try to find and aid him, even overriding your current position and title."

The queen's head snapped up and fleetingly, she looked as though she had been slapped. Olore stomped his hooves and tossed his mane but made no comment. Elestirne glanced at Authnor, shocked and startled that he had spoken so-to her as well as Storm- then slid her gaze to her otorno, waiting tensely to see what he would do.

[Sir Storm Brightblade]

Storm stood calmly and turned towards Authnor.

"Authnor I know you have the best interest of the queen at heart. I respect all the work that you have done so far in her life to make Elestirne's life comfortable but there is one thing I need you to get clear."

He walks towards the knight to stand in front and slightly look up on the taller elf.

"You are not the one wearing the crown, you are dabbling in the realm of royalty and rulers where your input is not always expected nor welcomed. You come to my city and demand things of me of politics long past that you know nothing of. I know the last time we met I didn't know what I knew now but I will not be bullied any longer by your elitist attitude. I am a lord now and I demand at least you respect the position i am in if not at least the position of my realm. One more out burst like that from you and I will not be afraid to take action. Now I understand the severity of the situation if it involves the possibility of Tatsamura coming back. How are we going to go about it because I have my city and it's troubles to deal with. The Azoth Gate has returned and I can not divert my attention for so long from this threat."

[Lady Elestirne]

Authnor met Storm's gaze calmly. A flicker of what might have been triumph glinted briefly in the depths of his emerald-green eyes before it was overshadowed by the more customary flash of sternness and anger. His lip curled a little.

"You are presumptious. I have never wanted the crown. I have neither the blood, the right, the strength or the will for it. Nor do I want the headache, pain and stress that goes with it. It adorns a head far worthier and wiser than mine and may it stay there as long as stars endure until a heir is born deserving of and strong enough for it. For my part,I have always respected you for your friendship and bond with the queen and for giving her what I cannot,though I wish it otherwise.

"Let us understand each other clearly Storm. We are very different, and not only in race. We have clashed before this but let us keep in mind the chief similarity that binds us together:we both serve and are friends with Elestirne, if in different regards, and she values us both highly, again, for different reasons. You are a lord now,mayhaps, but that I had only been aware of for not even a hour. You might do well to allow some time for it to sink in. You have a position now,people to protect,a duty to your city. I understand that. Do you think Elestirne does not? She has the same responsibilities and yet she returned. Whether for friendship, for loyalty, for a responsibility/blame she feels she bears..she has returned. And for like reasons she has come here,though she certainly did not have to,and though she feels you hold her at fault, to warn you and try to see you safe from danger. Can there be any clearer definition of loyalty and friendship.

"I cannot tell you what to do in the case of the windwalker, but I go with my queen and if you choose to also we must set any...personal feelings or misgivings about each other based from previous experience aside. I will try to recall you are a lord now and considered full-grown among your kind. But we are wasting time and it is practical to think that danger is stalking you both. Decide as and how you will Storm between the responsibility of friendship and the responsibility and duties of rulership. But remember, for all that this is your domain,that I answer only to Elestirne. At the least, you might accompany her for at least the first step of the journey, then return here to see to this other threat. And if you do happen to blame her for your former lord's 'fall', do have done and realize it was no fault of her's, but his own choice."

[Lady Elestirne]

"Authnor." The two men started, as much for hearing Elestirne's voice-as if they had not expected her to speak-as for her tone. It verily crackled with an icy edge that seldom if ever had touched her melodic voice.

"You are being presumptous. You forget your place and overstep your bounds in what you have said. Do not speak so to Storm. How long you may have been aware of his new rank and position matters not. By your code, you must still show him the deference and respect appropriate to it and this I expect you to do. He is a lord now and you will aknowledge this. It is also not your place to lecture him on the responsibilities of friendship and rulership ,or to pit the two against each other. It is also not for you to throw me in as if I am an example he is expected to uphold. His choices must be his own, not influenced by someone else,as mine were. Our situations are different. Artanor was not threatened nor in any sort of danger, when I chose to undertake this, but Mittelmarch may well be and you forget how easily mortals judge the smallest things.

"If Storm were to leave the city/rulership too long in the event of accompanying me in trying to find and help Tatsumura, he runs the risk of his people thinking he has abandoned them and defense of them and the city, and accounts friendship more important than duty to/protection of his people. He can ill afford that and I will not expect him to make such a choice if it might bring him to that. Rulership is a cage of many thorns, a balance of constantly weighing every decision made against whether-and how-it will affect your people and your domain. Each leader, while they may rule, is still governed by the law and by duty and responsibility. No ruler is ever truly free to do as they wish,once they take on the mantle of leadership. It is a sacrifice all who serve as rulers make. I made it..and now Storm has too. He is bound no less than I am. Do not expect him to make a decision when you do not and cannot understand all the implications and consequences that might result. Storm is within rights to rebuke you."

The icy edge in her voice had not softened, but it was joined by a tone of profound,weary sorrow and pain. It was the voice of one who knew only too well of what she spoke. "Go back to the others. They are no doubt growing curious and I believe Storm and I need to talk alone. Olore and I will rejoin you when we are done. If you truly believe danger stalks us, put yourself and the escort on alert for it. Go. You and I will talk more later." The dismissal in her voice was clear and decidedly serious,but also held disoppointment.

Authnor paled,then flushed. Eyes flashing,he turned from Storm to his queen as if to protest. Something he saw in the piercingly bright,unwavering silver eyes and sternly resolute face of the slender female shook the fight out of him. He snapped his frame to attention and saluted with a fist to heart and deep,if curt, bow from the waist, before turning smartly and leaving. Elestirne watched him go. When he had disappeared from sight she sagged against the doorframe;dropping all masks to show a world of weariness,disoppointment,uncertainty and possibly even reluctant fear. Her sigh was tired and bitter. Olore came forward to allow her to lean on his shoulder. She did so,draping an arm over his withers,and the pair entered the room to stand a few feet from Storm.

Almost hesitantly,she put a hand on the mortal's shoulder;masking surprise at the changes time had wrought in his build and height. The years pass so swiftly for them... Her voice was heavy.

"I cannot decide for you, nor can I ask what you cannot give. If you do decide to help me on this, I welcome you. If not, I will go about the search on my own as best as I might,come what danger may, to find and help Tatsumura. But Authnor did have a point. If you choose not to come, perhaps you should give the katana hilt into my keeping. The water-form,whatever it is, seeks it. It likely already knows I am here, but maybe I can least keep it from you. If the Azoth Gate is returned.." a definete shudder rippled the queen's slender form, "then you will have your hands full enough with that without adding more danger dogging your steps, or with leaving your people and domain vulnerable for accompanying me. I do not wish to delay any longer than necesary though, so I would ask to know what you decide. And...I would know one thing further,that has plagued my thoughts in the time since our last meeting. Do you...blame me otorno? Do you resent me?" The two questions came softly and hesitantly.

When she gained no answer,the queen signed almost inaudibly. Unbinding the pendant from her wrist,she pressed it into Storm's hand."If you have nothing to say to me otorno I have another debt and duty of friendship to go to pay, and another burden of blame to lift." She started to turn away,almost reluctantly;long midnight hair veiling her face.

[Broken Warrior]

Within the dwarven city, a constant echo rang through the abandoned delve. The sounds of pounding metal against metal, the grinding sound of stone against stone accompaning it. Within a forge, the dwarven statue was seen pounding away on a metal bar. It moved with purpose, striking with power and strength with each blow. A sensation caught it's attention midswing, and it paused, it's glowing blue eyes staring off into the distance, unblinking. "The players are set. The pieces are in play." With that, the statue returned to its work.

******

Within the great hall of Mittelmarch, slithering about the the support beams, a single word rings out, grabbing the attention of the "Water." A single word, spoken by the soft tone of a female elf, though quitely spoken, is "heard" on the other side of the building. The creature quickly begins to head towards the one who said "katana." The rush of battle and murderous intent fill the being as it slithers towards it's prey.

******

Several miles outside the old kyuden, an elk lazily nibbles at the grass, his head bowed down, but ears up, listening for any sign of danger. The screech of an eagle catches it's attention. It looks up, only to suddenly drop, the impact of the arrow quickly taking him down. Nothing felt as it hits the ground, the blow was percise, clean, and quick. The ragged figure moves toward his kill, bowing his head in reverance and thanks to the downed elk. He looks up into the sky, a sense of dread over him that he can't explain. He sees the eagle, the one that grabbed the attetnion of the elk. He watches it fly around for a few moments, and then dive to the earth, dissappearing into the nearby trees. Suddenly, two eyes open from the woodline. The imposing figure of a powerful grey and black wolf stepping out. sitting on the wolf, is the eagle, it's plumage a vibrant gold and white, standing out against the grey/black that it's talons rest on.

[Sir Storm Brightblade]

Storm turns from the knight to hear the voice of his sister with a coldness he did not expect could from the kind hearted queen he knew. He listened to her speech but couldn't bring himself to rebuke authnor further. When the she dismissed authnor, storm led her and the stallion into his room further. He went to pull up another chair; but was grabbed by the shoulder. When she came to the question of resentment he was honestly stunned and didn't say a word. He saw her face dishearten and turn to leave, it was his turn to grab her and pulled her into an embrace. Shocked by the unexpected hug, he took the opprotunity to whisper into her ear, "whatever guilt you thought I bore towards you, I'm sorry yOu have endured it too long. You are forgiven and I ask forgiveness on my part for not making it clear sooner. After tatsamura died, I left civilization to walk my own path in hopes of finding atonement for not being there. I guess Paladine led me to become warlord of this city I call home, to gain perspective and try to serve the people in his memory. I will try to help how ever I can. But I am not sure-"

"you can start by accompanying the queen on this mission to help keep your city even safer from harm and leaving everything to me." said a voice in the doorway

Storm looked around too see Oliver standing there, his torso wrapped in bandages but still alive.

"Oliver! You tough old man, I didn't think you'd be up by now." storm bellowed with glee

"elf magic is one hell of a fixer upper I'll say that much. Now leave me in charge while your away," he walked up and took the Brightblade handle from storm, "and I'll have the dwarves craft you a new blade my lord and it'll be good as new."

Storm watched Oliver at work and realized that he didn't really have a say in the matter, "I guess we will be departing as soon as I grab this," he walked over to his chest and grabbed another bundle. Inside was his katana, pulling it from it's saya he inspected the blade and found it was in working order. Putting it into his belt he turned and said, "this will be the first adventure I've been on in years. Let me gather clothes and it will be just like old times." he says with a smile and enthusiasm despite everything that has happened tonight

[Lady Elestirne]

Caught quite off guard, Elestirne did not have time to react as she felt herself turned around and pulled into a strong hug. She held herself taut at first-wary-but with all her shields down, and masks laid bare, she could not help but feel the genuine reassurance and regret in her otorno’s voice. Gradually, she softened and relaxed into the embrace, comfort and forgiveness. His words were a balm on her guilt-scarred soul, and eased her mind profoundly. She felt her eyes sting with the relief and gratitude overwhelming her and thought to pull away, but instead allowed herself the moment. When she heard a sound in the hallway though, she did pull away from the embrace, retreating to arm’s length. From that distance she regarded the knight closely, again marking the changes time had wrought in him, and again noting the genuine, unfeigned regret and reassurance.

“Storm…otorno…you are forgiven in your turn. Tatsumura’s ‘fall’ and supposed death impacted us both greatly and shock, grief and guilt were natural reactions. It was only natural that we withdrew into ourselves in an attempt to deal with it, though we would have done better to lean on each other for mutual support. But what is done is done and the fact is that Tatsumura is alive, and in danger. I have paid my debt with you, but I yet have a debt to Tatsumura, and a burden of guilt to be lifted and forgiveness to be received. Attempting to help him, is my attempt at settling this. It is quite possible you were meant to become warlord. Whether you realize it or not, you have grown since Tatsumura’s supposed ‘fall’, and most certainly since our first meeting. I am proud at what you have become and accomplished.” Her clear silver eyes glinted brightly, then clouded as her face turned solemn. “But we should not delay.”

As footsteps sounded on the threshold, she drew up her customary masks once more before turning to take in the man standing there. With her usual attention to detail, she noted the bandaged torso, and the name Storm called, and concluded this was the steward who had tried to defend Storm during the assassination attempt.

She watched with a sort of bemused amusement as the steward efficiently walked in and took charge in a way, though also with keen wariness; wondering what he thought of an elf and horse in his lord’s rooms especially after an assassination attempt. She caught Olore’s eye with a raised eyebrow and the stallion only shook out his mane, unconcerned. She and the stallion moved to the doorway to await Storm so they could rejoin her escort and get underway. Now that the fear of blame she had carried had been settled between her and Storm, she felt edgy, restless and uneasy. The sceptor still seemed alive with energy and it made her uncomfortable. Somehow,she couldn't dismiss the thought that it was reacting to the presence of the hilt. There seemed to be a palpable..energy in the air..but it was something to muse on another time. At the moment, she only wanted to be on the way. "Storm," she murmured quietly. "If you are ready we should rejoin my escort and get underway."

[Broken Warrior]

As the group made their way down the hall, a small puddle of water had formed in a corner. As they walked by, , no one really seemed to pay attention. Before anyone could react, the puddle stretched along the nearby walls, freezing, and suddenly shattering the wood and stone, exposing the outside world.

Everyone had been thrown from the hall, but seemed safe, if not slightly rattled. The dust in the area blew about, and the hole in the side of the fortress looked as if it had been perfectly cut out. Water dripped down the side of the building, forming once again into a puddle. The puddle rose, taking the shape of a man, it's eyes glowing with hate, malevolence, and a hunger. The figure looked around at the various people, and it's eyes fell upon Elestirne, and the scepter she held. The figure began to towards her, paying no head to the damage it had already caused. Out of nowhere, an elven blade pierced the watery being. One of Elestirne's guards, who had come clearly due to the noise. The elf stared at the figure it had stabbed, standing between it and his Queen.

The watery figure looked at the elf, tilting it's head to the right slightly before laughing. It's arm shot straight up, and held there for a moment. Those that looked upon it would notice that it had taken the shape of a blade. No word was heard only the shock as the finely crafted elven blade snapped in two, and fell to the ground. The elf didn't say a word, his arms simply fell to his sides, and then as if two pieces of wood had just been split, the elf fell into two, split evenly from groin to head. The blood that sprayed from the opening wound created a rain of blood in the area. The figure gave a grin, a smile of an evil sort, showing that it enjoyed the carnage, and the look of horror on the people before it. As it moved to take another step towards Elestirne, it paused at the sound of a voice. It turned to see Storm, holding the katana hilt in hand.

It quickly turned and started to move towards it's new target.

((sorry for the delay))

[Lady Elestirne]

Elestirne had breathed a relieved sigh when Storm had at last had everything in order. The three left his room and began to make their way back through the palace. On the way, down one long hallway, they passed a puddle of water on the floor. Storm walked on without notice but Elestirne hesitated, thinking it odd to find a puddle of standing water when the rest of the hallway was spotless. And there was nothing that could have made it... Olore did more than hesitate, he outright paused midstride and leveled his depthless gaze on it critically. Elestirne had resumed her stride, not wanting Storm to get too far ahead, not with the uneasiness and edginess still nipping at her. That uneasiness and sense of danger suddenly peaked and out of the corner of her eye she noticed the water spreading up the walls. In the space of seconds, though it seemed like minutes, it had frozen solid shattering both wood and stone to create a gaping hole. Part of the floor under the three buckled and gave way and ere they could react or scramble to secure footing, they were thrown out of the hallway and falling towards the ground.

Fortunately, they were only a story or so up but they had not controlled their fall, and thus, could not control the landing. Elestirne hit hard, but she had managed to twist somewhat so that she rolled. The shock and suddenness of impact still blasted the breath from her body though, and she rolled badly. She came to her feet bruised, slightly dazed and wincing in pain. A few cuts on her cheek and above one eye bled shallowly but other than that she seemed whole. A few feet away, Storm had also regained his feet and looked like her, to be nothing worse than slightly stunned and bruised.

Elestirne looked for Olore and found the stallion some distance further, slowly regaining all fours with a shake of his head. His horse form had proven a hindrance to him and he looked to be favoring a leg slightly. That was all she had time to notice, for she forced herself to focus on the puddle of water some feet away. She tried to shake off her dazedness as she watched the water take on the shape she had seen before, the man-shape that had so callously killed the Mittelmarch guards. She locked eyes with it and it started to approach her. Subconsciously, she was aware of the scepter glowing at her hip and it seemed to both burn and freeze her where she stood. All her instincts screamed danger but she couldn’t make herself react.

“My Lady!”

The two warning cries came from two different directions. Authnor reached her first, stepped in front, and unsheathed his sword to face the water-shape in nearly the same motion. The guard though, struck at it, the fine elven-blade sliding right through it. For a frozen moment, all was still. Then in a blur of motion, the water-creature shot one of its arms up; the limb shifting to become a blade. There was another frozen moment and the elven-blade-and the guard- fell to the ground; split cleanly in two. Authnor’s shout was echoed by cries of horror from the remaining three guards and the mage, just now arriving on the scene,with the mounts in tow. The creature…grinned, the very expression telling of enjoyment in the kill and horror, and continued its inexorable approach towards Elestirne. Authnor tensed and grimly stepped forward, fully shielding her with his body.


There was another voice and Elestirne looked to see Storm, hilt in hand. The water-shape paused its advance on her, turning instead to face and move on Storm. She called out a warning , and started to move towards him, dimly registering that Olore had regained her side. She had barely managed a few strides before Authnor seized her firmly and Olore turned into her path, blocking her. Do not. It will attract its attention back to you and you are not prepared for that. If we must fight this thing, it must be on a field of our choosing. Not here. Not right now. Watch and wait yet. If Storm is truly threatened, then we can step in. But not yet my lady. Hold, please

Elestirne started to wrench out of Authnor's grip and push past. Rather, she started to try to. She had almost succeeded in breaking Authnor's grip when a ray of fire roared past them, striking the creature. The queen and Authnor whirled about to see the mage, Rodeth, picking her way through the debris towards them. Her expression was one of nauseated horror, but grim, and her staff was leveled at the creature, ready to let fly again if there was need. The three remaining guards flanked her, swords up and the war-horses jostled and sidled behind them; aware of danger.

(you are forgiven friend)

[Sir Storm Brightblade]

Storm sat up and tried to look around. He sight was very blurry and he had a terrible ringing in his ear. Most likely from the fall that occurred suddenly. He saw movement all around but couldn't tell what was going on. He stood up and his vision began to clear. He saw some sort of water elemental cutting elves down and it was now on his way to Elestirne.

"Leave her alone!" Storm yelled as fumbled towards the two.

He tripped and the katana handle had fallen out of his bag. Even under the cloth wrapping, it began to shine bright enough for Storm to turn his gaze and put his hand in front of his face.

[Lady Elestirne]

Authnor pulled Elestirne away from the line of fire, with Olore aiding; thus opening the line of sight for Rodeth. As they did so, she caught sight of Storm stumbling and tripping, plainly not recovered yet from the fall. At the same time, she noted the katana hilt falling free from his bag and beginning to shine with a strong light, even through its wrapping. The sceptor hanging yet hidden by her hip seemed to respond, even as it had back in Storm's room. She sensed its glow had strengthened and the thought crossed her mind that it was aware, somehow. And that odd feeling of...recognition..of familiarilty that she had sensed before when seeing the water-form in the vision seemed much stronger now. She felt it from not only the water-figure but from the sceptor and the hilt as well. The cryptic words of the spirit she had encountered came back to her, and a memory of the haggard,familiar face she had seen in the first vision the sceptor had shown and a vague suspicion started to bloom in her mind.

As she stood there, half frozen and torn between staying where she was and going to Storm, she noticed Rodeth and the remaining three guards closing ranks on the water-creature, with the war-horses adding a second ring. Fire bloomed from the mage's staff to circle the creature and here and there, hazy illusions of more warriors shimmered to life. Shaking off her persistent unease, she started to go towards Storm once more, but Authnor's arm and something else, made her pause and turn her attention to the water-creature,feeling sudden foreboding.


(have fun friend)