Redemption(Closed RP)

[Page Tigron Ciryandil]

Upon hearing her last words, Tigron gets down on one knee, bowing his head for a moment before replying, "before I hear your answer, good or bad, I would like to offer an apology for my recent actions of late. I was only doing what I believed needed to be done to ensure my brothers survival. As I have said, he is my only chance at redemption. I know now that I must be patient and hope that your divine wisdom will shine through all of this. I humbly ask to hear your decision now and I will accept it either way."

[Lady Elestirne]

Elestirne raised one raven eyebrow slightly, a flicker of surprise rippling briefly across her fair features. Her gaze remained on Tigron, but she sensed her elves were similarly surprised; heard low mutters. Authnor was genuinely surprised as well, but she caught a flicker of a pleased smirk beneath that. Olore betrayed no reaction at all.

“I accept your apology,” the elf-queen said at last after a moment. A sharp, lancing glance to Authnor quelled instantly whatever words the elven-knight might have been about to speak. She continued. “For your earlier actions and words-however rash and unwise some of them may have been-were all wrought out of deep concern and fear for your brother. And your belief that he is your only chance for redemption.” An odd expression passed over her face at that word, but it was present for an instant only, no longer.

“As you ask you shall receive Tigron.” Elestirne paused, and took the moment to take in her elves, Authnor, and Tsukasa, all attentively listening. “Not everyone may like or agree with my decision, but my mind is set. I thought long and hard about this, and believe that my choice is truly the best decision for all involved. And you will all abide by it.” She glanced meaningfully at Authnor before returning her piercing gaze to the mortal. “I shall help you Tigron. I will help restore your brother to you.”

“WHAT?!” Authnor’s stunned exclamation broke the resulting silence. The elf-knight glanced from Elestirne to Tigron, then back-as though he could not believe his ears. The other elves began muttering uneasily in their own tongue. “My queen you cannot be serious! You are still weak from your trials and ordeals at the hand of Telamon and your final battle with that fiend. You need rest and healing! Why would you ever agree to do this? You do not know if such a thing is even possible. To heal a lich?!”

“Authnor.” The queen’s melodic voice-though distinctly pained-was suddenly icily stern. The veteran warrior fell silent instantly at the tone, astonished, as she continued. “I do not need to explain myself. You will abide by this. And to answer you Authnor: no, not a lich, a lich’s victim. For the soul was as much of a victim as any the lich killed or ordered killed while in possession of the body the soul inhabited. That trapped soul was not responsible for the actions or decisions of the lich and deserves another chance. There is good there yet, and I can do no less than to heal it Authnor, and restore it to the form and life unjustly taken from it. And no one should have to live with being the last of their line, especially if they can prevent it.” Elestirne’s brilliant silver eyes turned dark, haunted and sorrowful-as if reliving painful memories.

“As for being possible…yes it is. It is just very dangerous-for a fragment of the lich is still trapped with the soul. To heal the soul and restore it, it must first be purified of the lingering taint of the lich, which will be very difficult.” The elf-queen seemed to hesitate slightly, choosing her next words cautiously, with great care. “The rare times it was attempted in the past to bring a departed soul back the attempts never succeeded. Either the caster didn’t have enough strength, or the magic was either not right or not strong enough. And-especially if the soul was tainted with evil or otherwise not meant to be brought back to living form- such attempts…often meant the possession and, more often, life of the caster, without exceptions."

[Tsukasa]

Tsukasa was watching as everyone else in the inn was. He was surprised when Tigron offered an apology for his actions.

I think he is finally understanding that force will not get you what you need all the time.

Tsukasa continue to listen to all that was going on. He wasn't surprised that Authnor was against it or that Lady Elestirne rebuked him. A worried looked crossed Tsukasa's face as Lady Elestirne started to tell Tigron about that it was possible but it would be dangerous, and how in the past it has failed and has taken the life of the caster.

I know that she can not die, but has she given any thought to what this might do to her in the state that she is in?

Does she realize that she might not be able to die, but this could leave her in such a weaken state that she will not be able to lead those that rely on her?

I hope she doesn't push herself to the brink of death.

[Lady Elestirne]

The elves reacted with shock to Elestirne's words. Many, their faces grim, muttered and whispered amongst themselves in their own tongue but-after witnessing Authnor being reubuked-none of them dared question. Authnor himself remained silent ,his expression grim and set lke the others, but also thoughtful. Had he known Tsukasa's mind at that moment he would have been surprised, for their thoughts were very similar. He had caught too, her reaction to the word 'redemption'. This decision has something to do with Telamon. It has to. If she overreaches her limitations and drives herself into a coma trying to bring this lost soul back to living form I shall blame Tigron. For invoking her compassion and desire to help/attempt something so dangerous when she is still so hurt and weary. He had better be grateful for this-its sure to try her strength sorely, weaken her greatly. At the very least.

The elven-knight leveled a hard, burning glare on Tigron for an instant. His expression became thoughtful, considering, as he shifted his glance to Tsukasa. He is worried too. Very, from the looks of it. I wonder why that should be. He has no connection to her, beyond owing his life to her. Why should he be concerned? I'm not certain either..what he thinks of what he learned last night... I should talk to him..see if he understands the enormity of the trust she has shown him...and the risk she took in doing so.. Now is not a good time though. But I wonder why she never told me... And I still don't think she should do this... But Olore seems supremely untroubled by her revelartions. If it were truly too dangerous he surely would never allow her to agree to it. The thought eased the knight's heart only a little. It would still be good to know what the ritual may entail, and how soon she plans to perform it. She should have at least one full day of rest before attempting something so dangerous with the state she is in currently.

He slanted a glance to the queen now; wondering how she seemed so calm and serene despite the turmoil her words and decision had caused, and worrying about the toll all the emotions might be wreaking on her empathic senses. She was a little pale, and seemed pained, but that could have been for her injuries and weariness-he had noticed her hand was pressed to her side again. If the turmoil was taking a toll on her she was either trying very hard not to show it, or Olore was shielding her. Authnor took a moment to glance at Tsukasa, Tigron and the elves before returning his gaze to Elestirne;the emerald orbs tinged with deep concern as he waited to see what his queen would do or say next...

[Lady Elestirne]

Elestirne was watching and listening quietly. The reactions of Authnor and her elves had not surprised her in the least, and she had expected it. Tsukasa's plain worry and concern though-which she could feel as well as see-surprised her very greatly.

Tigron's reaction to her words and decision she had yet to see. For the present he seemed to be beyond speech. The anger and shock of Authnor and her elves was beginning to take a toll on her and she took her hand from her side to place on Olore's silky neck as she fought to keep the strain from visibly showing. The stallion nuzzled her lightly; bolstering her reserves with some of his own strength. She stroked his neck gingerly. Did I make the right choice my friend?

That depends. Olore's snort was purely mental. You know as well as I do that it is very rarely permitted to bring a departed soul or spirit back to living form, and for good reason. It is not in keeping with the natural order of life-however good the intentions may be of the one attempting it. This soul though, has not departed from the world is held-either trapped or preserved, whichever you prefer-in a gem. And was wrested from both form and life unjustly and unatturally to begin with. Yes Elestirne; your decision is the right one, and your attempt to restore living form and peace to this lost soul shall succeed-even though all before you in the past that attempted similar things with other, departed souls had failed, no matter how noble their intentions, desperate their need, or selfless their reasons. But if circumstances or sitution had been different-or were you not who and what you are- you too would fail and be consumed in the attempt for your boldness in trying such a thing. Even so, it will take a great deal of strength and energy from you, and you should rest before you even think of attempting it, for you are already weary and injured.

The elven-queen answered nothing to that statement, but patted the stallion's neck once-gingerly-as she thought. "Silence!," she called out at last; the order directed to her elves. Their mutters and whispers ceased immedientlly, and they all turned their gazes to her as she continued. "As I said, my mind is set and I will not change it. My heart tells me this is the right course and if that is not enough for you Olore confirms it to be. There is good yet in this lost soul I am being asked to help and it is worth saving. You need not fear for me. It will be very dangerous yes-exceedingly so-but it will not kill me as it has nearly all others that made similar attempts in the past to restore a soul to living form. My fate forbids that. It will take a great deal of my strength and energy though-especially with my being wounded and weary-so I will rest before even attempting it. And I will not attempt it tonight, nor could I. There are preparations to be made, materials to be gathered-and I must contemplate what sort of ritual it must be, where it must be held, and what magic will give it the greatest strength and power-and the greatest chance for full success. So you all may rest assured on those accounts."

She turned her brilliant silver eyes full on Tigron now;holding him calmly in their penetrating, unblinking gaze. "It might take a few days for all to be in order, and for me to be rested enough, but it shall be done. I have promised,and thus am bound. To whatever end. Thus your answer Tigron, and my decision." She waited patiently for the man's response and reaction.

[Lady Elestirne]

( sorry for the hiatus, there has been quite a lot going on)

It was Olore to break the silence this time. The stallion shot Authnor and the elves meaningful looks of warning as he snorted and shook out his mane. It should be noted that the decision has been made. No one said you had to like it. It will not change just because you want it to. Accept it. Tigron agreed to be bound by her decision and her decision is to help him,and the trapped soul of his brother. It would be best for all involved to respect and deal with that, no matter how unhappy they are by it, or worried for her safety and well-being for attempting such a dangerous thing.

He turned a critical eye on Tigron. And this one seems to have been shocked into speechlessness. It's as though he expected to be refused. Clearly he does not know you at all Lady, to believe you would ever deny help in need. And some of your elves would do well to better remember that as well.

Elestirne actually laughed a little at that, a small, faint smile ghosting briefly across her face before her solemn expression returned. "It is hardly every day one hears someone deciding to bring a trapped soul back to living form-much less agreeing to help something that had once been a lich. Rarer still for an elf to agree to either of those things. Be fair Olore."

She patted the shining neck once gingerly, but her silver eyes remained unwaveringly on Tigron and the dagger he carried. "Much must be done. A safe place must be found for the working and I must meditate to decide the best sort of ritual to do-and what magics to combine within it. As well as the best time for the working. The ingredients themselves should be simple, and easy to collect. The spell will be the hard part. And...due to the lich-taint, it is likely that we will attract unwelcome company,probably undead. Protection will be necesary."

"You have my sword my Queen." Authnor broke in swiftly;clearly resigned to the fact that this was beyond his control and attempting to make the best of it. "And all those of the escort. The rest of your elves will stay here lady. Tell me what you need for this working, what you require in a place to safely cast it, and I and your escort will see it accomplished." The knight bowed;tapping his fist against his heart. "Regardless of if you cannot die or not, you are still weak and weary and I would feel better if I and your escort were on hand during this to keep watch over and protect. It is certain to severely tax your already low energy and strength and I will not let you be vulnerable in your resulting exhaustion. I still do not like your decision...but I will accept it and trust that you know what you are doing. I only hope the soul -and its brother-are grateful for the redemption you are offering and appreciative of the risk you are taking."

[Giggles "Adguin"]

A skeletal from covered in ruined crush black velvet clothes and cape stood before me as I cowered in a corner.

"Why don't you look at this memory we share. Come now, it is one of peace."

A skeletal hand grabbed my hair and forced me to look at the memory that had once brought me such joy.

"I SAID LOOK!"

I looked and beheld my family, all gathering of the seventh year celebration of my birth. I saw the adults talk about times passed and times to come. I saw my older brother practicing knots with ropes, trying to explain to the younger ones how these were used on the ship he was a cabin boy on. I saw my self playing with those of my age in a game of hide and seek. Oh How I cherish this memory as it was one of the few I had before I started to be...cruel.

"Oh I know All the cruel things we did as we grew to the peasants. The women we ravaged and claimed that we never touched, the lean men we made lame, and the ones who 'disappeared' never to be seen again.
"Tell me, am I to blame for those moments in your life too? Am I to blame before your Fall as well? Well, How about I show you what I did do for you!!!"
"Oh gods please no-!" My sentence was cut short as my family gathered for the evening meal swirled about me. It was solemn for neither me nor my brother were at our places. There were no words spoken as everyone tried to eat their meals. My Father ate at the head of the table alone. He stood as one who has a heavy burden on his shoulders.
" I know my decision to send away my sons is a unsettling one for all. But as all of you are aware Giggl- Giles- has not been leading by example of royalty. He has been doing horrible things and has fallen far. He may not be first in line for my seat but if his path continues he will have it, even if it means....." He let his words trail as others in the family started to mummer, in agreement or shame. "I know that the one we we've grown to love still resides in him, and the mask he wears will guide him to the truth of himself."
"So is that why you sent my favored nephew Tigron with him?!" A uncle yelled with little to no discretion.
"No, I implored Tigron to let his brother be as this was a trip he must take alone. But he said his younger brother had always looked up to him, so now he must be his guide to- what is that smell?" my father said as he held a napkin to his nose and mouth. The others did the same trying not to fall ill.

A slow clap was heard from the main door way as a figure rotting from all over and covered in crush black velvet stepped in from the main door way.

"Oh 'father.' what a beautiful lie! You sent me away for shame! You sent me away for the lies of lower people! You sent me to my death!!!" The figure shows the rot on his arm and the black icor that dripped from his mask

"I have died because of you father, and for all of you who wouldn't stop him from sending me to exile! So, an eye for an eye, I have died for all of you, all of you can die for me!"

Lesser undead broke through the windows and took apart the whole family in a scene so violent and so obscene that words fail to describe it. The whole of the castle was wiped out in less than a hour, with few knowing what to make of this in the surrounding village.

The only survivor was put in chains and brought before Giles before the memory faded like morning dew before the afternoon sun.



The skeletal hand dropped him. It had taken a toll on it to forcefully show this memory. But fear and shame was the only way he could keep his power over him.

"I may have done this but you brought these actions on your self. You pathetic little-"

A bright light blinded the all all of a sudden. As Giggles struggled to open his eyes, he saw a beautiful figure walk toward him. It was strong, yet weak, frail and yet firm. her from like a angel as she reached a hand down to the human soul.

He felt absolved as he reached for the hand. He grabbed it and felt a light go through him. A light so beautiful and pure that he felt he would lose himself in it.

What do you want most lost soul? he felt was being asked of him.

I... I want to be forgiven..... For what I have done in my life, and what I did in unlife..... more then anything.....


The light faded from him as did the figure. He looked around the white plain and saw the skeletal from on all fours trying to catch his breath. He also saw darkness approach from the distance. Twilight was very slowly falling on him.
"You know lich your right. I was a horrible person, I did unspeakable things and allowed so much to go out. But if The Night falls for me to sleep I want you to know this. I won't let you have any power over me. You are nothing now, and if I cross over, I cross over with MY sins, not yours. You will leave me be from here on out or I will show you the memories you fear most!"
It looked up at him with no expression and collapsed in exhaustion.



Thank you, my angel. Thank you for letting me be free in my own soul till I cross over..... was the silent the prayer he gave away.

Curse you she elf for taking away my joy..... Was the silent curse the lich passed.....

[Lady Elestirne]

Elestirne tensed suddenly, her silver gaze dropping to the dagger Tigron carried. Olore stiffened in the same instant; sensing what she had. The magic binding the soul to the dagger was failing. The human part was weakening, the lich-remnant, growing stronger. And both were aware of her presence, maybe even of the hope she represented. The hand on Olore's neck clenched into a fist, clutching a handful of silver mane tightly. Pain shot through the still-healing wrist but she did not notice as the soul assaulted her with emotions-both parts of it.

The lich battered her with a mix of hatred, malevolence and rage so strong that she swayed on the spot as her surroundings blurred and spun. From the still-human part of the soul came a desperate pleading for forgiveness and redemption, a still more desperate desire for release and freedom, and strong,genuine regret and remorse for what it had done as itself, before the lich took over. The battle between the two was intense and bitter, the emotions overwhelming in their rawness and strength.

Elestirne swayed again,shuddered profoundly as she sought to keep her shields up between the powerful barrage and her limited reserves of strength and energy. Steeling herself, she sent her consiousness between the two entities;standing between them like a shield and blocking the lich long enough to throw the human remnant a 'lifeline'. It latched on like one drowning and she winced from both the raw touch and sheer pain of it as well as the continued assault of the lich, even as she stabilized the failing magic so that it would hold until the ritual.

She opened her eyes to find Olore all but supporting her and Authnor at her elbow,his expression gravely concerned. Distantly registering his anxious inquiries,she shook her head faintly, drawing in a slow breath as she did. Her voice was grim as she forced herself to speak. "Time is shorter than we think. The magic binding the soul to the dagger begins to fail. It would have failed now if I had not stabilized it. We need to hold the ritual as soon as possible-the day after next if we can. If not earlier. And I..."

"You need rest," Authnor intervened firmly. "Rest and sleep." The knight glanced at both Olore and Tsukasa, as though hoping one or both might help him in this. "Rest Lady. Please. You have exhausted yourself. Focus on building up your strength and energy for the ritual. Let us see to the preparations. Just tell us what is needed."

[Tsukasa]

Tsukasa saw the look from Authnor from where he was standing in the room. He approached Elestrine. He bowed to her.

"Lady Elestrine-dono, I agree with Authnor that you need to rest. I can not claim to understand the magic of elves, but I have seen those who are able to speak to the kami in my homeland, push themselves to the brink of death. Some actually have went on to join their ancestors. It would be wise to give your body and mind time to heal from from the evil done by the one called Telamon."

Tsukasa looked Lady Elestirne in the eyes. Even though he tired to hide it, a look of worry filled them.

"Please do this for everyone here."

Tsukasa than turned to Authnor.

"If you need me, I will be in town.

Tsukasa than bowed to both of them and turned to leave the inn.

[Lady Elestirne]

Elestirne blinked very slowly- startled by Tsukasa's words. With obvious effort she dragged herself back erect. A faint but obvious shudder rippled through her-though she tried to conceal it-at the mention of Telamon. Slowly, she shook her head faintly and started to speak but Olore nosed her gently; capturing her gaze with his depthless eyes and holding it. No word he spoke, but after a moment she broke the gaze; looking disconcerted.

Meeting Tsukasa's gaze instead, she noted the plain worry in the samurai's eyes and her own gaze softened a little as she conceded defeat and acknowledged that Authnor and Tsukasa were right. Resignedly, she gave a small nod. "I...will rest yes." she said softly at last. "No more can be done tonight and I have indeed exhausted myself-as you said Authnor. And Tsukasa you know that I cannot die, and the reason behind that. I pray you stay worthy of that trust."

Wincing, she unwound her hand from Olore's mane and pressed it against her side; her eyes turning haunted as her fair features grayed with the weariness and pain she finally let nakedly show. Olore nuzzled her again and she leaned a little against the stallion. "See to what you need to Tsukasa. I will rest to build up strength and energy for the ritual-as you two plead me to do. But we must make preparations and gather ingredients and…"

"It will be for nothing if you are so exhausted and pained that you have not the energy to perform the ritual my queen,” Authnor’s voice was equally respectful and firm. “I repeat myself Lady: I and the others will see to the preparations and gathering what will be needed once you tell us what is required. You must rest and hoard your strength, so that you are able to do the ritual. Let us do this for you-since you are adamant on helping Tigron-and rest for us. Please. You have more than earned and deserved it."

Elestirne looked hard at Authnor for a moment, but nodded reluctantly and allowed Olore to guide her back up to her room, leaning on the stallion.

Authnor watched her go, worry plain in his dark emerald eyes. "She does too much," he said quietly to Tsukasa. "She cannot resist trying to help someone in need or in pain-as you saw when she healed you. It is her nature. She would heal the world if it was possible I think, and would have tried to redeem Telamon I am certain, despite all he did to her and others. Or at least tried to take him alive and give him a chance to repent-even though he never would have. And now we both know the secrets and burdens she carries and hides from the world and her people."

The knight shook his head once slowly. "No matter how much she rests, I feel that this ritual will still severely drain her remaining strength and energy-perhaps beyond her endurance. She should not be doing this-least of all in her current state, after all she has endured. But I cannot stop her. She may see this as her own redemption; a way of cleansing herself of the blood she believes on her hands for being unable to either save Tatsumura or avoid killing Telamon." He cast Tsukasa a sharp, considering look. "I would ask what you think of the twin secrets she revealed. You and I alone-aside from Olore and the gods-know of them. And they were not given up lightly you can be sure. I thought I had known everything about my queen,that there were no secrets between us. I am proven wrong and it is most...unsettling. It makes for disturbing hearing, even as it makes sense of some things I have long wondered. " Casting the gathered escort a glance,Authnor continued. "But perhaps we might move ourselves elsewhere to speak,where other ears cannot overhear what they are not meant to. And we might see to it that Tigron leaves as well. The dagger-or contact with the soul trapped within-seemed to cause my lady pain and I am determined her rest and sleep be as peaceful and untroubled as possible."

[Tsukasa]

Tsukasa nodded to Authnor.

"I agree that we should not discuss these matters where others can over hear. I have had a lot on my mind these past few days and I was going to walk among the town to try to clear my mind. If you wish, you can join me. Perhaps a good spot to talk would be where you found Lady Elestirne-dono and I last night. As for Tigron-san, I do not believe you will be able to have him leave this inn before the time of the ritual. I know he means Lady Elestirne-dono no harm, but he is worried about the soul of his brother. If your brother was trapped in the same situation, would you leave Authnor-sama?"

Tsukasa awaited for Authnor's answer.

[Lady Elestirne]

Authnor looked hard at Tsukasa a long moment without speaking. It was plain the knight was thinking hard and fast. His face was unreadable. "It is not the elven way to cling to life when our time is done," he said at last. "That is against the natural order and so,abhorrent to us. Likewise, no elf of good weal would ever consider becoming a lich, the very perversion of life and nature. Something such as you therefore ask me to identify with is most unlikely of ever occuring amongst elves, unless the lich managed to possess the elf in question. And since empaths are exceedingly rare it is most unlikely that I would be faced with the dilemna of bringing pain to the one who might be able to help separate soul and lich. But if something of that sort did ever happen..."

Authnor hesitated,shaking his head the barest amount. "If my brother or anyone that I cared for ever happened to be in such a situation-unlikely as it may be-I would hope to free them from their suffering so that they may journey on and find peace. But bring them back to living form?" The elf shook his head again. "Few elves would consider asking for that-and few elven souls would desire it except in rare circumstances. To answer you:I would not be parted from the item that held the soul, but nor would I keep it in close proximity to the one that agreed to help any more than necesary if to do so would bring them pain and suffering. But enough of this." The warrior looked distinctly uncomfortable with such a subject. "Let us walk." In his own tongue, he passed some orders to the elves.

The tall knight led the way out of the inn and around to the small well he had discovered the samurai and his queen at late the night before. "We can move somewhere else if you wish but for now we will stay here." The knight fixed the samurai with a penetrating stare. "Let us speak then. You said you have had much on your mind. I can only imagine, given the trip to recover and rescue my queen, watching the battle between her and the fiend and then learning of the secrets she keeps hidden and close. It would be good to hear what you would tell. Perhaps thoughts on my earlier words is a part of it. We have time. Someone would be sent to find me if my lady Elestirne needs me." Authnor watched Tsukasa calmly.

[Tsukasa]

Tsukasa walked with Authnor outside the inn.

"Elves have a similar view on death as the samurai. Do you think the soul in the dagger took on the evil of the lich willing? I do not know much about liches but I have wonder about that."

They arrived at the well behind the inn

"This spot is alright with me. I believe no one will interupt us here."

Tsukasa went silent for a few moments. After spending those few moments to gather his thoughts, he spoke.

"Authnor-sama, I am worried about the wellbeing of Lady Elestrine-dono. I am afraid that, even though she can not die, she will push herself beyond what her body can heal."

[Tsukasa]

Tsukasa leaned against the well for a moment.

"Authnor-sama, I would like to make a request of Lady Elestrine-dono, that may seem strange. Ever since I have arrived here, I have come in contact with many fascinating races. The one I find to be the most fascinating are elves. Your race shares a similar code of honor as the samurai. I seek permission to accompany you back to your homeland and learn more about your race."

Tsukasa paused to study Authnor's reaction.

[Lady Elestirne]

Authnor eyed Tsukasa hard,the elf's emerald eyes dark. "On that I...could not tell you. I was told it was a possession, which implies unwillingness. And yet, if the soul was not pure before the possession, the corruption,fall and posession would have been much easier for the lich-and much harder for the soul to resist whatever temptation of power or revenge the lich may have offered for the joining. Liches are utterly and completely evil but...it is possible, as my queen so adamantly believes, that the soul is a victim and-whether corrupted or tempted initially or outright possesed-deserves a second chance."

The knight was plainly uncomfortable with the topic. "That is one of the dangers with your kind. You can switch between good and evil at an instants notice,and switch back just as swiftly. Dangerous,and unpredictable. I have known good humans mostly, but I have also heard of some truly evil ones. The overall nature of humankind hovers dangerously,contains the potential for both. Which way will your race ultimately turn?"

Authnor shook his head. "That is for the gods alone to know-and you to decide. Pray it be to good though, for if it is to evil then you have the potential to destroy everything in the thirst for conquest and greed for more that I have observed. There is a darkness in your natures,as well as a good. The choice is yours-individually and as a race-which path you follow."

The emerald eyes turned still darker as worry swept over the knight's face. "I share your worry for my queen. She cannot be killed true-she said death is forbidden her-but that does not lessen my unease. In her weakened state, attempting such a dangerous magic can only have serious consequences. She may be weakened to the point that she has no reserves or strength left. There's also the possibility that the casting will aggravate the injuries gotten at Telamon's hand, or sap her energy to the point that she cannot call on her innate healing for aid or relief."

The elf shook his head yet again, the gesture one of frustration. "As I said, she does too much. But she cannot refuse the cry of help and pain. I pray the price is not too high, and that Tigron knows how very fortunate he is that she agreed to his plea." The tall warrior sighed. "We cannot hope to dissuade her from this, so the only course is to do what we might to help her. As I said earlier, she may actually see this as a redemption of her own, for actions that she cannot forgive herself for but which are not her fault. This is the second time she has slain an elf. No doubt the memories weigh heavily and evilly on her still from the first time. And I think-though I cannot be sure-that she has not said everything about her two secrets. She is holding back something yet,which disturbs me greatly."

He paused and regarded Tsukasa with a piercing glance as he turned over the samurai's request in his mind. "That you would have to ask her personally," he said at last. "I cannot speak for her in that, but I have marked your curiousity about us and I admit I am equally curious about the samurai. I have noticed when among Tatsumura's people that they seem to share certain things in common with us elves, not least a code of honor and love of beauty and nature. And it is not the first time a mortal has stayed with us for a time. Storm has visited and before him there have been others that have earned the privilige. It is not something granted often though and it is her decision not mine Tsukasa. She is Queen, I am not. You will need to ask her and see what she says."

"Now, if I might, I sense you are also troubled regarding the secrets we learned, as I am. It would be good to know what your thoughts and feelings on them are."

[Tsukasa]

"It is true, man is capable of deeds of great good and also deeds of great evil. I guess that is the strength and weakness of man. Man at times will strive to better themself by pursuing a noble goal, and also will fall so far due to one moment of weakness."

Tsukasa sat there in thought for a while before he spoke.

"As for the secret that Lady Elestrine-dono shared with us; I understand that her line comes directly from the goddess of your people and she has inherited the divine bloodline. I am more troubled about her curse. The idea that she will be made to suffer till either her goddess calls her home or till she fades into nothing more than a spirit troubles me. I am not one to understand the ways of magic, especially magic that is gajin to me. Is there any insight you can shad on the matter Authnor-sama?"

Tsukasa paused for a moment in thought.

"Also, why does she seem to want to endure this suffering alone?"

[Lady Elestirne]

"Not 'the' goddess," Authnor corrected; deciding to answer the second topic and let the first drop. "Our highest goddess Tsukasa, the one we most revere and love: Holy Araira of the Stars, Stargiver and Heavenqueen; second only to Erthalu Lightfather, her consort. And no. Not 'the divine bloodline'.

"The royal line has divine blood true but it has been much diluted as the long centuries and subsequent generations have passed. Only in a rare few royals its said, does the divine blood blossom again and exist in equal strength and measure as the elven. Those few-and there is never more than one, maybe two,every so many generations-are considered god-touched or favored, meant for great destinies or strange fates. The wise tend to regard them as chosen of the gods, not just marked or favored by them. I don't know what to believe, but we both heard my lady name herself Araira's chosen last night. Yet she did not say what she was chosen for-or as-and so I believe she is holding something back. And that worries me. If we are worthy enough to learn of her true lineage and the most important part of the curse, then why not the full part and the whole secret?

"On the curse...it is not 'until' Araira calls her home, it is if she is allowed to," the elf noted darkly. "She said both that the curse forbids her either dying or being killed, and from leaving this earth. Forever." Authnor looked at Tsukasa,his gaze grim."We neither live forever, nor are immortal as your legends and tales paint us. We do have lifespans and eventually lay down our lives and bodies when it is time to move on to what is next-even though our lives may be ten times or more longer than a mortal's. And we can be slain by blade,beast,grief and magic, though not by age and sickness. I have seen the leaves fall five hundred times and more since my first breath and I am barely to be considered middle-aged,as you might say. But to return to topic, from what my queen has said she is cursed to linger forever in this world; unable to die,forbidden from leaving. Doomed, eventually,to fading to nothing more than some sort of spirit-not dead, but neither truly alive-when her sorrows and burdens overwhelm her. To be so cursed, with no hope of release or freedom from weariness..." Authnor shook his head, seeming at a loss. "No elf could comprehend it. It would be an unnatural existence for us, to be chained to life beyond our time,against our will. Against too,the natural order of things,and abhorrent. A terrible curse. I must hope that there is a way to lift it or alter it. No elf should have to suffer so."

He glanced to the man. "You ask me for insight on this. I have none to give you. I am a warrior, not a mage, and have little understanding of magic and its ways. Nor do I wish to. You would do better to ask Olore. I know nothing more beyond what Elestirne told us.

"As for why she wants to endure alone...I know my lady quite well. She may feel that since there is nothing anyone can do to help there is no point in having them try. Or she feels her burdens and sorrows are her own,and not to be placed on others. Perhaps she feels that accepting help, comfort, or encoaragement is a weakness-a vulnerability she dares not show or allow herself. As she herself said, she has bigger responsibilities than herself. She has a realm to rule and a people to lead. Her own personal burdens, sorrows and pains she cannot-will not-allow to interfere in that. And since she also cannot change the curse or lineage, nor her end and what's in store for her, she should at least be allowed to live the present as she chooses-with what peace,happiness,and enjoyment that might come. And I know she has no desire for who and what she is to taint or sully how others may see and treat her. In that,I can understand why she keeps her secrets close and hidden. Far too many would seek to use and take advantage of her for one or the other if they could,and an equal number might fear her, or else worship her. And she believes one should be known and judged for their actions and who they choose to be, not who and what they are born."

The knight sighed. "Foretold, prophecied queen,last of her line,divine-blooded, marked and chosen by the goddess, cruelly cursed and likely meant for a strange fate, or destiny greater even than being Queen of her people...she carries heavy burdens. Far too many, and yet she was also given the strength to bear them by the grace of the gods. I would help her if I could-or if she would allow it. As would you it seems. But I don't think she grasps that it is no bad thing to draw strength from others in need, or that she understands why others are so insistent on helping her. But...might I be right in thinking that you will aid and take part in this ritual,as a way,perhaps, of paying back for her healing and helping you?" Authnor looked at Tsukasa,then to the sky. "But I have talked too long and you perhaps had other things to do than speak to me on things that trouble us both. I would suggest to get some sleep as well ere long, for I think its likely that most of tomorrow will be spent preparing for the ritual,once Elestirne tells us what is needed."

The knight turned, preparing to go,then paused;allowing himself a faint,uncomfortable, wry smile as he glanced back to Tsukasa. "This conversation has been...most interesting. I would not normally wonder if a lich-state was unwilling or forced, or if the soul was good in the beginning or deserving of a second chance. Most elves never would. A lich is a lich, and evil. The idea that it could be redeemed would never occur to them. Between you and my young queen I am better instructed in the possible shades of grey that might exist on things I thought as true and unchanging as the changing of the seasons. I owe you both thanks for the lesson in being open-minded. What an enlivening experience it is, being around you mortals.Nothing is impossible for you, not even the thought that evil might be cured and redeemed into good." The veteran knight gave a slight, very slight,bow and left without further comment.

[Tsukasa]

Tsukasa paused a moment in thought. He than returned Authnor's bow with one of his own. As Authnor started to leave, Tsukasa decided to speak.

"Authnor-sama, even though most Rokugani people would find elves a little disturbing. We as a culture tend to be distrusting of anything gaijin. As for myself, my clan has a more open mind when it comes to different cultures."

Tsukasa stopped for a moment to chose his next words.

"It has been an honor to have the opportunity to learn about such a noble and honorable race as the elves. Thank you for sharing with me tonight. If there is anything you would like to know about my culture, please ask."

Tsukasa than bowed once again to Authnor.

[Lady Elestirne]

Authnor paused as Tsukasa called after him. After a moment, the elf turned slowly back to face the man, a strange, unreadable expression on his face. The tall warrior laughed softly suddenly-whether at himself, Tsukasa or the man's words could not be certain.

"Tsukasa, no offense meant, but your race as a whole-regardless of culture-tends to distrust anything and anyone different than them and find that difference disturbing. And yet that is a flaw of the elves and all other races as well; to tend to cloister ourselves within our own race, our own beliefs and our own culture and ways, and to look on others with distrust and suspicion because of the difference. It seems odd to me that we seem to shun and fear difference and look at it askance when it is a natural part of the world. No two birds sing with the same voice, no two trees grow the same way. Nor do any two beasts hunt the same way or any two rivers flow with the same water. This world we walk-and the nature all around us-is wonderful and strange, full of diversity and difference. We all have worth. What a dull existence it would be if all things, if all people, were exactly the same. We would have nothing to learn from each other, nothing to share with and teach other, nothing to set us apart. We would have no individuality.

“And yet we shun and distrust difference-even revile and fear it in some cases-rather than embrace it as we should. If we did...perhaps the world would be better. And I say to you that men as a race has always, to some extent, distrusted and been disturbed by the elder, longer-lived races and perhaps particularly the elves because we are so very different from both you and the dwarves. And we elves, likewise, have been distrustful and wary of those not of elvenkind. Such holds true still. We fear what is different, perhaps more because it is different than whatever it is that makes it different. We of Artanor are perhaps a prime example. Too many millennia have we been cloistered within our wards and mountains, lost and forgotten to the world and other races without, and at odds with and shunning even ourselves; forgetting the common threads of elven heritage and citizens of the realm for the differences of wood-elf or high, sea –elf or wild, and common blood/birth or noble. We even chose to divide and shun based on what city one was from.”

Authnor shook his head. His emerald eyes were dark. “Well do I remember those days of suspicion, distrust and division even amongst ourselves. It was the queen that broke us free out of the web of deceit, mistrust and lies we had woven, the shackles of prejudice we had bound our minds with. She healed the rifts and united all the kindreds, cities and houses once more. And thanks to her we slowly are becoming reacquainted with and known again, in the world without . And so, we are perhaps more open-minded about associating with the good races, and more friendly with them, than other elves.” A small, faint smile. “Yet the old stigmas and prejudices hold and we are thus wary and keep firmly to ourselves as a people.”

He held Tsukasa’s gaze sternly for a moment. “I know not what you think you have learned of my race-and of we of Artanor specifically-when we were discussing the curse, my queen, and the truth of her lineage. It would be considered little though, to what you would learn and see if you are allowed to come with us when we return home.” He paused a moment, wondering why the man had not commented further on those thing, or even the slip of Authnor’s age, but decided that perhaps Tsukasa was overwhelmed and still trying to make sense of it all. At the samurai’s next words he hesitated still further.

"I told you once that questions are tricky things with us. Especially direct ones, for they can be viewed as rude, and as demands for answers and information, rather than polite requests for such. You must have noticed that you have almost never heard I, my lady, or any of her elves ask direct questions of anyone save at need, if at all. However, when one is among mortals whose ways are not ours, sometimes new ways must be briefly adopted. Questions seem to be the norm for your kind, and heartily accepted and encoaraged. And...there is something I would perhaps ask you, if you would grant the courtesy of an answer." His gaze was suddenly sharp and piercing,expression unreadable and maybe a little forbidding as he crossed his arms and faced Tsukasa squarely.

"I still do not understand why you went with to try to rescue my queen." The elf said at last, bluntly,eyes glinting. "Storm, Olore and Tatsumara were bound by friendship and oath to. You had neither reason nor cause to. Why risk yourself for someone you knew not at all and owed nothing to,save,perhaps,your life? Very few would do something so dangerous for a stranger for nothing, or for no reason... And why did you agree with Olore and Storm in forcing me to stay behind? My oaths and personal friendship gave me the right to go-demanded it. It would...be good to hear your reasons for. both things I ask since...as her knight and her friend my honor is compromised for not going to help rescue her. With it, the sense that I have failed in my duty. She has not asked me why I was not with. Yet. But I know she wonders. And so, there is shame in the failure of not having been there as I ought to have been, as oath and friendship demanded." The elven-knight's eyes were dark,his expression grim.

[Tsukasa]

Tsukasa gave a soft chuckle.

"I guess you would be correct. I have never seen the world that way before. Being here in Mittelmarch has open my eyes to main of new experiences and to new friendships though. "

Tsukasa's face went serious for a moment.

"To answer your question, I think you need to know a little bit about me. My mother was from a clan that takes the virtue of duty very seriously. If they fail in their duty, the whole empire would be endanger of being over ran by all sorts of evil creatures. She taught me to have the same sense of duty in everything I do. I served my clan with honor and when the time came, I became a magistrate of my clan. I was chasing down a group of bandits when I was brought here. Once I arrived and realized that I probably would never return to my homeland, I decided to take it upon myself to be a protector of Mittelmarch and all those who are in her walls. When Lady Elestirne-dono, disappeared, I felt I fell in my duty and to cleansed the stain on my honor, I needed to go and aid in her return."

Tsukasa paused for a moment.

"I am sorry for causing any sense of failure, but at the time Mittelmarch was open to an attack. I viewed you as one of the most experienced fighters available. Also I thought it wise to have someone who was familiar with the other elves and new what they were capable of doing, lead them. It seemed to me to be the most tactical choice to make. If I had to make it again with what I know now, I believe I would make the same choice again."

[Lady Elestirne]

Authnor's stony expression seemed to ease some, if only very little. "Very little is truly as it appears and almost none of it is as simple as is first thought. Life is always changing. I thought different once, when I was younger and things still seemed either black or white. I have learned better since knowing my lady-and especially since her crowning. She it was that reminded me of the wide diversity and difference to be found in the world and in life, and nature's unflinching embrace and acceptance of that diversity and uniqueness."

He slanted a sharp gaze to Tsukasa, wondering belatedly if he had perhaps said too much in revealing and hinting at Artanor's past history and strife before Elestirne had taken the throne and made all right. Wondering too, why Tsukasa still made no comment. Must be overwhelmed,Authnor mused;dismissing the second thought. He decided to say no more on Artanor yet, if it could be helped.

"Duty is a commendable trait," the knight said at last. "One I more than understand as a knight to Artanor and especially to my queen. Honor and loyalty as well." His eyes flashed briefly. "Yet I must point out that my lady-queen was outside the walls when she was taken and not one of Mittelmarch's citizens, and futhermore, that you are not sworn or bound to her as I am. Your honor thus, is fully intact. Mine however..."

Authnor was cut off abruptly. A silvery light had manifested about ten feet from the two and a moment later Olore had appeared in full form. He pawed the ground delicately with one silver forehoof, fixing elven knight and samurai both with his depthless sapphire eyes.

What interesting discussions, the stallion commented wryly,amusement coloring the thought heavily. I am glad to see that you two are becoming better acquainted-even friends-and that you, Authnor, are finally becoming more open-minded. And do be quiet, he added somewhat tartly,as the knight started to object. Remember knight-protector, that it was I that ultimately made you stay behind, and for what reasons, not Tsukasa. If you still believe there to be a stain on your honor, a failure in your duty, that is a matter between you and your queen. But your oath and friendship also demands you help those whom she considers friends and allies and you did so by helping defend Mittelmarch. As to the part of the secret and curse that Elestirne yet keeps, and why she chooses to bear the burden alone, those are between her and the gods alone,and personal matters. You know what you need to know, no more. Be content that you have that much,when others know nothing at all of either curse or true lineage.

He glanced from one to the other briefly. Perhaps more talk should wait. I am certain you, Tsukasa, have much to think of, and perhaps other things to do. And you, Authnor, would do well to speak to your queen-I am going to scout the area for a place such as she has described for the ritual and you should watch over her and make sure she gets her rest. She will need all of it and more between now and the ritual. Perhaps it might not be a bad idea for you two to get some as well. Your strength might be needed if unwelcome visitors are drawn to the magic and the lich-remnant and come calling, as Elestirne fears will occur. But I will leave you now. I would rather find a suitable place tonight so that there is enough time to properly prepare and ward it after gathering the needed materials for the casting. The stallion shook out his mane then leveled Authnor with a sharp look before nodding to both. Talk more if you wish, but remember my words. May the light shine on you both. With that, the stallion simply faded away in a shimmer of silver sparkles.

Authnor stood staring at the spot for a few moments then sighed and shook his head, seeming frustrated. He glanced at Tsukasa. "I do hate when he does that.." the knight said. "Ever appearing out of nowhere when one thinks they are alone and their words private. I shall never get used to it I think. Unfortunately, he is right. As he always seems to be. I apoligize if my words gave offense, but I do not take either dishonor or failure in duty lightly-especially not when connected to my service to Elestirne. I will leave you to yourself, and see to my queen as Honored Olore suggests. I am certain we will speak tomorrow and it might be best to put your request to my lady before the ritual. I doubt she will be in any state to hear it after. May the stars shine on you and light your way...friend." The tall, red-haired elf gave an odd,brief smile, inclined his head a little, and headed back for the inn.

[Tsukasa]

"Authnor-sama, even though Lady Elestirne-dono was outside the walls when she was capture, she was still a visitor of the city. Therefore I felt it was my duty to protect her. As for your words, they did not offend. I have a lot to think and mediate on. I think I will spend some time out her on my own."

Tsukasa gave a return bow to Authnor. He paced for a bit thinking about everything that was said that night, as Authnor returned to the inn. After about a hour of mediation and though, Tsukasa headed back to the inn to get some sleep.

Tsukasa woke up the next morning and gave his daily prayers to the fortune of wisdom and the to Yoritomo, his clans kami. He than return to the common room to see who was there.

[Lady Elestirne]

The elves had risen early. Most of Elestirne's escort were present in the common room,and scattered about. A few were absent,perhaps on errands. The rest paused in their conversations to watch Tsukasa as he came down. Some nodded in greeting but none spoke. There seemed to be a slightly tense air about them.

Authnor,Tigron and Lady Elestirne were sitting at a table a ways removed from the rest the elves and the other customers. Olore stood close by, his fine head at Elestirne's shoulder. The elven-queen seemed pale and weary still but a faint glow of health seemed to have at last returned to her face. The three-four if Olore was to be included-seemed solemnly in discussion about the upcoming ritual. Authnor had just finished speaking of using the escort-or some of them anyway-as a physical ring of protection in case undead did attack during the casting. Elestirne was now telling Authnor and Tigron of the location Olore had found, and the materials and ingredients that would be needed. Her voice was as beautiful and melodic as ever,but still shaded faintly with pain and weariness.

"There is pure spring water, earth and air in plenty at the clearing Olore found, and it is heavy with the strength of nature and with pure ,natural magic. There is a heavy ring of old oaks all around and it is in one of the more secluded parts of the forest. It is perfect. What the clearing does not provide we must gather. Therefore we will need firewood for a bonfire and enough rock salt to form a wide circle. As well as blood from the kin,"she glanced briefly at Tigron. "Wood for the bowl we can either call or carve from one of the oaks, or find such here, and a silver pitcher I have. I will need to purify myself for the ritual, so I will bathe at the spring. My arm will have to be unbound and removed from its sling and I will be dressed simply,my hair loose.

"The magic of my crown, necklace and swords might disrupt the ritual and the delicate balance in the ring once sealed, so I will not be wearing them. Olore will be helping with the ritual, and Tigron to is indirectly a part, so it will be up to you Authnor,and the escort to defend against any threat that manifests. And, since symbolism matters some in such a ritual, we will hold it in the darkness before dawn, for the dawn shall represent renewal and new life. And such Tigron's brother shall have." She paused a moment, then went on, her tone suddenly serious,almost grim. "And I shall warn you both that once the salt ring is joined and the ritual begun it shall be death to step into the circle. You must not cross the ring for any reason until the ritual is finished."

Her silver eyes lingered intensely on Authnor particularily. "Not for any reason-even if you percieve me to be weakening or in danger. The lich-remnant may try to attack or even possess me but you must not cross the ring." She kept her piercing silver gaze on the knight until he grudgingly affirmed he understood, then relaxed minimally. A shadow of worry darkened her fair features and she leaned back,wincing.

Olore nuzzled her even as his ears pricked in Tsukasa's direction. Bright the dawn warrior of man, the eldritch being greeted. I know you are there. Do,join us and, since I am right to guess you have heard my lady's words, do share your thoughts also. His words to Tsukasa were only heard by the mortal, but Elestirne lifted her head as if sensing something, and her silver gaze lighted on Tsukasa. She nodded to him slightly, what might have been a weak,faint smile ghosting across her lips. Authnor looked up as well to find out what had drawn his queen's attention,his expression hard and profoundly unhappy and worried before he masked it. He nodded to the samurai. "Bright the dawn warrior. Join us if you will. It would be good to know if you gave thought to my words and our conversation last night, and if you rested well." The last was delivered with a canted eyebrow. The elven knight, in a subtle way,seemed either to be asking something or hinting at something.

[Tsukasa]

Tsukasa gave a bow to everyone.

"Yes Authnor-sama, I had spent a hour medatating on the words we shared last night, and I did sleep well. Thank you."

Tsukasa lowered his head for a few moments in thought. He than raised his head and faced Lady Elestirne.

"I could not help but over hear your plans for the the ritual. If my services will aid in anyway, please do not wait to ask."

He paused for a long moment.

"Lady Elestirne-dono, I wish to speak to you in private and at a time that is not a burden to you."

He gave another bow.

[Lady Elestirne]

Elestirne cast Authnor a swift, piercing gaze at his words to Tsukasa, wondering what the two of them could have said to each other last night. but let the matter lie without comment. Her gaze shifted instead back to Tsukasa as he continued.

"If you wish to have a part of this it is your own free choice and I will not ask it of you," she said at last. "Perhaps you could assist Authnor and my escort in gathering the wood and salt, or in forming the ring of defense against any unwelcome visitors that might be drawn to the lich-remnant or the magic. Or aid in any other way that might occur to you. But such must be your own choice." She gave him a piercing, searching glance-wondering what he thought of what he had heard about the ritual, particularily the last part of her words-but again made no comment.

His final words though, caused her to blink slowly in surprise. She glanced briefly to Olore, then rose slowly and regally from her seat, leaving the table to stand before Tsukasa. Her silver eyes held a look of speculative curiousity. "It is no burden to lend an ear when politely requested. If you wish that we speak in private we shall." Without looking, she waved Authnor to sit. The elven-knight had half-risen from his seat. "Stay Authnor. Tsukasa wishes to speak to me in private and he will be given that courtesy."

Returning her attention to the samurai,she gestured with the unbound hand to the door. "Let us walk then and let me hear the words you would speak. It would be good to walk in the free air and sunlight." The elven queen adjusted her swords on her hips and cast an uneasy glance towards Tigron and the dagger he carried. "Perhaps it will free my mind for awhile of the task that awaits me." She regarded Tsukasa calmly. "Lead on."