Description
Here stands a tall, slender, well-toned half-elf with a slight, if somewhat
forced smile. She has a natural dark tan and has bright, emerald green eyes
that seem to penetrate those she looks at. These brilliant eyes seem to show
a kinder, softer nature than most of the rest of her appearance would
suggest. Her long, flowing auburn red hair with a few silver strands drapes
down her back. There is the occasional twig and leaf in her hair, giving you
the impression that she spends most of her time in the woods. This
athletic-looking, sure-footed half-elf moves in a very quick and deliberate
matter, seemingly knowing exactly what her next step is. She gazes off in
the distance, seeming very troubled. Despite this, you can sense that she
does have time in her life for celebration. She seems very wise and
intelligent, despite the fact that she seems to be distracted. Scars run
across her body, but from what, you cannot tell. Her skin, although
sun-kissed, is muddied and scratched from the apparent travel she does in the
woodlands. Despite these faults, she has a very earthy beauty and looks much
like a full-blooded elf(and even much like a nymph), even if she is somewhat
unrefined and dirty.
Role
The dungeon
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"Drip, drip, drip..." you hear a monotonous and repetitive noise coming from
a leak in the ceiling of this dark, dank dungeon. The dungeon smells musty
and old and there are the remainders of spiders in the form of cobwebs
scattered across the dungeon. The cells are filled with torture devices and
the remains of their last victims. You know that this place has been
deserted for quite some time, and doubt you will find any survivors, from the
cruel slavers down this deep in their stronghold. But wait, you hear talking
in the distance, in the back corner of the place. How can this be? No one
could survive down here for any length of time. Can they?
"Aerandir, do you know how long we have been down here?" A soft, female
voice was heard.
"It's quite hard to tell you, Aryze, when we have not seen the light of day
for 15 years." A male voice answered.
When you hear this, you come closer to get a better glimpse of the two
survivors. One, is of a relatively short male half-elf, and another of a
tall, slender female half-elf. The male has dark brown hair with blue eyes.
The female, has auburn red hair, and bright emerald green eyes. Both are
wearing tattered rags that barely cover their unmentionables. Both show
obvious signs of torture, but the scars and evidence had faded away over the
apparent years.The two show signs of malnutrition but seem to have survived
quite well, considering. By the male, there is a spring of water and some
magically created water. This half-elf is definitely a healer, judging by
this scene. The female, you cannot tell. You judge that both seem to be
about the same age, both of which are still quite young, for half-elves.
"Do you think we will ever get out of this place alive, brother?" The female
asked.
"We will, when the locks rust over. Then we can break the locks, and leave
when we can. Our captures quite forgot that we were down here," the other
answered.
"I think they thought we would die, imprisoned."
"Perhaps. I would not be surprised. Not many free creatures can survive a
dark place like this with no sight of the sun, especially with no food or
water."The male waved his hands and a piece of bread appeared in his hands.
they underestimated us, no?"
The female just nodded slowly for a moment or two, and both fell silent.
The female sit down, staring off into the distance, apparently very troubled.
sighs, not exactly knowing what to do or say.
"Oh, brother?" She finally says. "Can we just try to break the locks now?
It has been quite some time since we last saw the cruel man. Perhaps the
locks are weak enough, especially between the two of us."
"I suppose it cannot hurt. Let us try."
You see the two half-elves struggle to force the lock. After a few moments,
they let go of the lock and pant, exhausted.
"I do not think this will do, unfortunately. We must wait," the male said.
"How long, brother?"
"I say a good ten years, or so."
"I can't live like this for ten more years! No! I won't live like a caged,
scared animal! It has been too long!" The female runs into the walls and
cage bars for a moment or two, and then stops suddenly. "I'm getting out of
here, now!"
"Now, Aryze, don't get yourself, too hurt.
"I don't care. I am getting out of here!" You see the femal
Aryze Amakiir
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Perhaps I should introduce myself. I am Aryze Amakiir, daughter of Aust and
Vera Amakiir. I have one twin brother, Aerandir. I was born in the
wilderness, for both of my parents thought that was the safest place after
the ran away from the clutches of the empire, who kept them as slaves and
workers. My parents met each other as slaves, and had to work hard, but when
the slave drivers were not looking, they devised a plan to escape. They took
the first available moment to run off and live out in the wilds, for it was
much more difficult to track those who live in the wilds than in the city.
Besides, neither of my parents much liked civilization after what the empire
did to their homes.
My parents, being the first runaway slaves, known(I am sure there have been
others, but I am also sure that the empire likes to keep those things quiet),
instigated a rebellion.They started off slowly, and only freed one or two
slaves at a time, even while they took care of my brother and I. When we
both grew old enough, we aided our parents and the other slaves, for both of
us were disgusted at the empire for taking control of the people. People
should be free, and not restricted to following the rules of the Empire, or
the Spire.
In any case, the rebellion was doing decently. Our family and the other
escapees were happy just to hear one slave freed in a week, but we were doing
better than that. We knew to free all the slaves, it would take a large
amount of work, but we all wanted to help others in their plight, for slavery
is a very cruel practice. In any case, my family's last break away failed.
Seeing that we had freed many hundreds of slaves this time, my family decided
that we were strong enough to storm the small arm of the Empire, where they
kept only a few dozen slavers, and maybe twice the slaves. Our goal was to
free the slaves, and, if given the chance, slay the slavers. It was suffice
to say that the Empire knew our plans(we had a traitor in our midst!) and
sent back up to this arm, and when we came, they killed the slaves, and the
ones that they could, like myself and my brother, they knocked out and
captured.
I am not sure what happened to most of the runaways, but my guess is that
most of them were either killed, or were forced to become slaves again. All
I know is that I woke up in a very dark dungeon, behind bars, with about
dozen or so others, including my brother. None of us had any idea what was
in store for us, but we found out very quickly.
The Empire sent people to come down and torture us, one by one for
information. Most, finally fell to the torture and spoke about the plans.
They were taken away. Killed, I presumed, for the Empire had no use for
them. My brother and I, stayed silent, and after a year or so of daily
torture, they stopped coming. Gave up, I expect, and decided that we would
just die from hunger. What they did not know, was that my brother was a
healer, and was able to create food and water, with nothing. But even still,
it was dark, long days afterwards. Everyday, I thought I would want to die,
but my brother and my intuition reassured me that things will change. I
would not have to live behind bars for the rest of my life. So, I lived,
until we were able to break the locks one day, and leave
The drowning
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The huntress called out for help. The spirelings, four of them, have came to
destroy the Refuge. Aryze, the young warden, heed the call for aid, and
rushed to the rescue of the refuge. A battle raged between her and the
fourshe slowly weakening them with her lemur and orangutan forms. She fell
the necromancer, rather quicklybut the other three, she had a hard time
battling, but still, she was slowly winning.
During this battle, the Spirelings called for aid, for they began to need
another to fight the warden. A large eagle came from the sky, a
shapeshifter, aiding the spire.She fought the eagle, just as she fought the
Spirelings, but they ended up much too much for her. She felljust as the
necromancer did, and the fetish was lost.
Aryze, wandered around a bit, contemplating on her lost, when the
shapeshifter, in the form of the Eagle, began to speak to her. She demanded
him to tell him why, he had harm the Huntress, but he was adamant about not
telling her. This shapeshifter, Harkan, offered his aid, but naturally aid
from such a treacherous being was unwanted, or was it?
Harkan, prodded Aryze for her weakness, for he wanted something of hers: her
essence, life force, if you will. He asked her to drown for him willingly.
Aryze, at first was horrified at the thought. Why would anyone willing want
to commit suicide in such a way? But, Harkan, using her weakness, her want
to protect others slowly destroyed her will.
He promised to protect the refuge, and to never fight against it ever again,
that he would fight the Spirelings, just as Aryze did. He promised that
Aryze, would have an ally, someone to come to if she wanted help with
somethinganything. Aryze, was quite interested in the offer to protect the
younger, less able ones of the refuge. That moment, she fell, and agreed to
do the unthinkable.
She sat, underwater with the dark being, waiting for the moment to comethe
moment to breathe out as she drowned. As she gasped for air, Harkan, urged
her to relax, to not worry, it will all be over soon, and he will be her
ally. Darkness overtook herand she breathed out as she drowned. Of course,
as usual, her body was reformedbut she felt different.How? She did not
know, other than something truly was wrong. She had not realized thatthat
fiend had taken her life force. She had to do something about it.
The realization
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Aryze, spoke to Harkan this time, and demanded answers.He was, not giving
about them, as she had suspected he would be. She asked that Harkan, rethink
his cruel ways, expecting to be scoffed at. She was, as she thought he
wouldbut she was completely disappointed. Deep down, even after all that
Harkan had done to hershe cared about him, but she would not admit this,
even to herself.
She argued with Harkan, for quite some time, trying to show him that his ways
will only end in a very bad way. He was not convinced.and eventually she
came desperate and angry, especially after she had found out that he had
stolen her soul. She cursed at him and threatened to kill him, if he did not
give her essence back, but Harkan refused.
As she continued to threaten Harkan, and insulting him, Harkan became even
crueler than he was, and threatened to give the life force to his Lord, the
Leviathan. This was to be one of the worse fates, one can imagine. This
beast, could control you completely if he had your life force. Harkan,
finally tried to summon this beast, but something was interfering, time was
given to her, but Harkan was convinced that Aryze would be dead by the end of
the week.
But even, when he considered something so cruel, he begged an elf, Feichin,
to aid Aryze, to protect her in this time of need. It is hard to tell what
his true intentions wereby asking him to do such a thing, but perhaps deep
down, he did have some flicker of humanity, or perhaps he had just wanted
people to think that he did.
Time continued, and Harkan still had the flask containing Aryze's essence, he
had seemed to forget to give the essence the flaskbut even then Aryze began
to be tormented. Hate for herselffor not hating the fiend began to consume
her. Slowly, shefelt the undying guilt grow within her, eating her away.
She could not escape it, everywhere she went, this feeling would be there,
destroying her slowly.
She began to despair as hope began to fade, but she still clinged on to hope,
for perhaps her dear Atchertene would be able to help her.But he, instead,
was angry that Aryze did such a thing, and even shut himself to her. This
had devastated the already broken girl.She cried, again, but not for
essencebut for the lost of her best friend. How can she feel so alone? So
horrible? It was unthinkable.and yet she still did not hate the beast.
This fact alone made her conflicted. How can she care about a thingso
foul? She could not tell, but all she knew, is that she would never, ever
aid the beast in his plans, whatever they were.
Aryze's plan
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started talking to Aryze more and more, and she let him. But, this
fact tormented her.why let the beast speak when he was stealing souls?She
did not know, but still she never stopped him. They talked to each other,
about various things, but they usually had to do with very, very dark
thingsthings that horrified the once innocent girl.
Harkan, did what he can to torment her, for he knew thatshe cared about him,
even if she did not know it herself. He began to work with her, trying to
corrupt her very existence. Aryze, became apathetic. She was scared of
nothing, Harkan could have killed her, for all she cared, but she listened,
and realized thatthe fiend had began to trust the outlander.
The trust, of course, was incomplete, but she learned much about the process
of taking souls, the collection, his goals. She, despised everything he
spoke of, but yet she could not bring herself to hate him. Aryze, had no
wish to harm Harkan, she cared too much, but she knew he had to be stopped,
though she continued listening to Harkan's words. Much of what he said, she
relayed to the fortress, and began to gather information from others,
including his victims. She did soto warn others, and to learn how Harkan
can be stopped.
It soon became apparent, that slaying Harkan would notdo the trick. She had
a deep suspicion that even if the fortress did slay him, they would not have
possession of the flasks. There had to be some way, some way to stop him.
Harkan, was truly a mystery to be solved, but she did not knowwhat her life
was worth.
Over time, Aryze realized truly how much Harkan trusted her, and how much
information he gives her. She, decided to ignore her despair and her lost
faith, for she had to do the unthinkable. It would cost her much, and
perhaps even destroy her in the process, but she must regain those 14 souls,
somehow, someway.
She, decided that the only hope, was to walk among the shadows, the
nightmares. Learn their ways, learn the fiend's grand scheme. She had
thought, that perhaps she will find a way to recover the flasks this way, it
was the only way. She had to stand by the corruption to save others from
corruption. In other words, she had to trick Harkan in speaking too much.
Aryze, knew that, she would be corrupted if she does this.it is almost
impossible to live among fiends and not become one yourself, but she was
going to fight for her life, for the 14 souls. Nothing will make her give
up, until she fell in her last battle. She will save those souls, one way or
another, even if she would risk everything, including her entire being.
As Atchertene said, "What better way is there to bring light to the
Nightmares, then to walk among them." She will fight from the inside,
something almost unheard of, and even allow herself to be destroyed, but she
is not about to let those souls be corrupted and destroyed. No one deserved
this torture, not even the soul of the imperial. She will trick the fiend,
and then find a way to destroy and stop the fiend, even if she cared about
him.
He will be stopped