Until kingdom comes IC

[StormWolf]

The evening air was thick with conflict in the sandy alley. Arjak's knuckles were red from the contact that shattered Hasan's nose. That hand was now grasping the handle of his knife should the conflict decide to evolve.

The most level-headed of the Ascarans, the captain Caleb, addressed Helena in a very stern way, in a way that was brisk and purely business. While Hasan was still gripped in a fury of passion, Arjak remained between the man and Ciara. When Helena yelled for the two of them to go, Arjak paused for a moment, wanting to stay and fight, but at the same time knew that such action would only further complicate things for the rest of the group. With a gruff sigh, Arjak took Ciara tightly by the hand and lead her back towards the Inn where the others were still waiting for them, though he took a different route.

"Ciara, that pompous little shit looked like you broke his heart once. Do you know him from somewhere?" Arjak asked over his shoulder as he pulled her through back alleys and side streets, a different path than before. Who did that little bastard think he was, assuming that everything with a pulse bowed to his every whim.

"We need to get back to the others, and we need to get the blazes out of this bloody sand-pit." Arjak mumbled with frustration dripping from his every word.

Arjak was pulling on her hand, almost crushing it and dragging her behind him. She tried to wriggle her hand free but Arjak's anger had gotten the best of him. "Ciara, that pompous little shit looked like you broke his heart once. Do you know him from somewhere?"

Ciara tried slowing her pace to give herself time to think. What was Arjak trying to say, that she was somehow to blame for this? Arjak insisted on keeping a pace that she could barely maintain as she tried to stay in step with him. Know him? Ciara had never even seen him before let alone know him.

Frustration rang clearly in Arjak's voice as he said the next words "We need to get back to the others, and we need to get the blazes out of this bloody sand-pit." His pulling on her was beginning to border on hurting her hand. Suddenly, Ciara froze. She'd had enough of being pushed, poked and pulled at for one night, even if Arjak was among those who were doing it to her.

Coming to a complete stand still thereby forcing Arjak to stop she then jerked her hand from his vice like grip. "Arjak of Al'dun, I do not know what type of manhandling of women that you are accustomed to, but I assure you that I need not be drug behind you through these streets, and that I am more than capable of walking beside you."

Ciaras olive eyes flared. Arjak was not the only one who was angered by the nights events.

"And to answer the question you never gave me time to answer, the answer is NO I do not know who that man was." Ciara took a moment to catch her breath, studying Arjaks face, realizing that her previous words had cut into him, possibly even having angered him furthered. Under other circumstances Ciara probably would have softened her tone and used her reasoning, which normally did work on Arjak, but this night she did not. As though she were dealing with a child who had thrown a temper tantrum, she stood, feet firmly planted with her arms crossed in front of her.

Ciara had her fill for one night and would not move one step further until the Norgard calmed down. Arjak's eyes seemed to flare, his pulse quickening as Ciara's words cut past his thick skinned ego and in to the soft flesh of his insecurities. He was angry and such words were not helping to smooth over the turbulent seas of his emotions. The boat that was his common sense and restraint was on the verge of vanishing beneath the waves.

"Ciara..." Arjak started, his tone very crisp and heavy with irritation. He physically bit his own lip to keep himself from spurting something offensive or stupid. "I apologize..." he tried to say without growling, "I thought he was going to take you, and the mere thought is worse than a nightmare." Arjak finished, doing his best to restrain himself against the raging storm of emotion within Arjak's heart.

"I... Sometimes I do not know my own strength, or what words fly from my mouth absent thought when a passion grips me. I didn't want to risk losing you..."

"Ciara" Arjaks tone with her made Ciaras blood boil and she bit her tongue but just as quickly the tone changed and softened considerably.

"If you wish to not lose me, then do not act as if you own me, Arjak." Ciaras words came much softer but still slightly laced with anger but the look then on the Norgards face calmed her even further and Ciara lay her hands on his shoulders, looking him directly in the eyes "If you wish me to walk behind you, then I will, as your servant, Lord Al'dun; but if you wish me to walk beside you as your mate, then allow me to do so." What Arjak had underestimated was Ciara's pride. She was a prideful woman who would not be ordered about, for any reason, one whom had a mind of her own. But when it came to those whom she loved, she would give her very life if need be.

Ciara's warm hand squeezed the Norgards arm lightly "We must stay strong, united Arjak. For the sake of all, we have to help the others bring this to an end." Ciara leaned up, brushing Arjaks cheek softly with her lips then whispered in his ear "And for both of us, Ajrak."

(a co-op with the lovely mysti)

[Kris]

Ivalor

"You're doing well to endure pain, but I'm not sure it will help you much longer", said Bolgan pulling off the hot iron stick from high priest tik-va chest, "I'd much rather you scream in pain"

The high priest, a handsome image of everything that was right was now beat up lump of meat, wounds on every part visible of his body, dark purple circles from lack of sleep and punching on his eyes, his lip was cut and dry blood lingered all the way down from his neck.

"Bo-lgan…", Tik-Va tried to speak, "W-why?!"

Bolgan smirked, "If you plan to give me another of those encouraging talks, I'd much rather to pull out your tongue. There is no use of having it, if you don't plan to scream in agony", Bolgan lifted the iron stick in the air one more time, but just before he randomly tossed it on the man's body he halted in mid air, "as for… "Why"… I believe you already know…"

The high priest looked up at Bolgan with cold eyes. He didn't care much for his own suffering. If he had come to this, god must have wanted this to happen, but… regardless… he was interested as to why he brought Bolgan's fury upon him. The high priest was even sure he brought Bolgan into the point of signing up a contract with Emonalach.

Memories flashed before the high priest. A poor family with an impressively rich record: Hagia and Sophia Leviticus. Beautiful red head child they had, with unseen blue eyes. Her fiery nature and behavior had brought herself the nickname of a demon. The truth was that most people really believed it. Sophia was an outsider with untold history, said to cast a spell on the high royalty Hagia. His family never forgave him. They lived poorly ever since, but Hagia, who was demoted, has never abandoned his duties.

Bolgan was one of the lowly ranked in the God Hand Clan. He could have climbed into high position but everything just simply didn't like him. He didn't do much to change that himself. The high priest was the first one who welcomed him under his wings, and therefore he won affection from the rest of the clan as well.

The high priest liked the Leviticus'. In his eyes they represented everything that was humble and modest. They were kind and never complained about their situation. Bolgan disliked Hagia, always saying he was too righteous. Only high priest Tik-Va knew of his unholy lust for Sophia, Hagia's wife. He never told anyone because Bolgan never seemed to take any actions on that part.

And then… Hagia died in battle. The widow never recovered. Helena grew in the image of her mother, taking a greater resemblance to her each and every day. The woman's beauty was her, aside of her terrifying blue eyes. Sure that will help to understand why Bolgan couldn't stand the sight of her.

…

Could that be it…

From the corners of his eyes he spotted a shadow. Emonalach.

Tik-Va chuckled. Was he waiting on him to give in?

Emonalach stepped up into the light, his features more visible, "If he dies by your hands our contract will end", said Emonalach with his husky voice, "Are you saying you are ready to become my minion?"

Bolgan lowered his head the moment he felt the demon's presence said, "That was the deal indeed. However I'm not sure my body will suit you now that I've been had by Dravon"

"Once you become one with me, Your human's present will have no meaning"

Bolgan nodded, "good and well"

Emonalach moved closer for the high priest, "Your pesky research, high priest Tik-Va, had let me to conclude that you might be more than mere human", he straighten his eyes until both his and the priest's met, "Which oracle are you?"

Gazing into his blue eyes the high priest chuckled, "I've been exposed, haven't I?"

Emonalach's expression remained the same, but the air become stiffer.

The four oracles; only few knew of their kind.

"It's our goal for the long days of genesis to stop you, have since you had the pact with the all father".

"How come that you remember so much of that time, you're just an incarnate, and you're not supposed to know or remember"

"I'm sure the others don't. But my element allows me to have more creativity and will. And I must admit that the files I had on you did help me to catch up on you: You look for the pillars of life… but you will be stopped".

Emonalach smiled for the first time, "If there will be attempt to, then I shall welcome them with glee".

It was then that a realization stroke in Tik-Va.

Emonalach's eyes….


"Helena…"


But before he could have continued Bolgan sent the iron stick right into Tik-Va's heart.

***

Ascara- Town of Xanas

Helena passed her gaze from one person to another. They've all been gathered to hear her out. She lowered her head for a moment before she straighten up and pull her blue eyes directly into those of Arjak's. She'd promised to explain after all.

"I'm not going to tell you my life story and earn some sympathy from you. If ever, I'm sure your tragedies were worst than mine, but I could understand that I act sometimes a bit over protective, but that's a given, having lived with a crazy mother for 11 years. There, I said it", she shivered, trying her best to fight inner tears and other emotions, trying to stay firm and confident and cold like she always had. Emotions were terrible weakness to a soldier.

"We know for sure that there is a terrible force behind the scenes", she said after concluding all the information that was gathered, "It took over Chanclera, its seeds strike at Ascara and has even corrupt Ivalor", She took a deep breath, "From this day onward, no clan, no guild, no city and no family is safe to be trusted… To be honest, I'm sure the evil force is aware of us. If you'd like to pull back, do so now, and maybe you'll have few more moments of joy before the great ending, but god help us all if you don't stand up and fight for what is right. We have a small group, but we can pierce the darkness and let some light through…", Helena tossed her armor and gear onto the ground. She had some trouble letting go of her spear, but in the end she tossed it as well, "My heart was always confused with god, and therefore I have no right to serve the god of Ivalor anymore… I shall face my inner fears and the devil himself. I lived in his shadow for far too long".

Helena moved from her place, "Thanks to the information we received from the assassins, we aware that this fiend, Emonalach, is searching for something called the "pillar of light" and there are more like those all over the world. The Druid Arjak mentioned that there is a certain oracle in Norgard… the wind oracle. We may be able to use her help to find more answers… as of now… we need a boat", Helena looked at Kilyna, "There's no need for us all to save the crew. We'll divide into two teams. One team will head directly for "Port Town of Tamur", to get the boat ready while the other team will rescue the men that are locked in the "City of Carlin". There are 2 days walking distance from one place to the other. The group that will go to rescue the men should be fast moving", Helena met Arjak's eyes again, "And strong too. We need to pull this out fast… I think the faster we reach for Norgard, the better."

***

Ivalor

Tik-Va's body was still. The iron stick deeply placed where his heart lied, beside him stood new shadows. Bolgan was getting used to his new body, trying to active each and every part. Well, he was no longer Bolgan, but something else, but on the same time he had a full access to everything that WAS Bolgan.

"I wish you would have given me younger body, m'lord", said Bolgan.

Emonalach looked away from him, "I find it surprising that you say such a thing".

Bolgan gave an evil smirk. He closed his eyes and focused as his body changed slowly, fitting himself to whatever he wanted. One moment he was a small child, the next a woman and then a cat, "Yes… after all, I'm the only general with the ability to change my look and location…", the cat said, licking himself before morphing back into the image of Bolgan.

"I'd like you to stay in the city for now… as Bolgan…", said Emonalach slowly, "I'll have one more general to awake before heading back to the Emperor's side… and of course, if Dravon will return to Ivalor I don't wish you to give him the impression that something wrong with Bolgan"

"Of course", said the General 'Bolgan'.

"Good and well", said Emonalach.

"So… what was the deal, master? Was it really to win some crazy old woman?", asked 'Bolgan.

Emonalach nodded slowly, "No", he started to fade from the room as he spoke again, "He actually always envied the high priest. He wanted to know if by becoming stronger and more of power and control he will still feel inferior to the high priest. He knew that once he will kill the high priest with his own hands it will be over for him, no further reason to live. He will kill the thing that actually made him want to get stronger. He both hated and admire the high priest"

"Strange deal to make"

"He was a strange man", Emonalach said slowly, "But aren't we considered strange to our kind as well? That's exactly what set us from being divine, from choosing the right way… and lead us to fell…"

"So he gave up his soul to prove himself he was worthy of something, but once he realized his life had no real goal he gave it all up… But I feel something…", 'Bolgan' said weakly, "The woman, 'Helena'… It wasn't until she was gone that he finally lost it. Pff… Humans are so unusual. They should be simple animals and yet they always act stupidly…"

"Indeed", Emonalach was no longer there, "We love to hate them, don't we? Now please excuse me, I have a meeting with a crazy lady"

Bolgan smile faded slowly and then he heard something from behind: a sound of water drifting and falling. He watched as the body of the high priest slowly turned to water and vanished into a crack in the cell's floor.

"WHAT?!", he screamed, "You're alive?!", he tried to react but the water was too quick to move and soon it was gone.

'The human known as Tik-Va is dead', he heard the voice of Tik-Va echoing from afar, 'But his will lives on and it shall be carried over to protect what he was born to protect. From early age he knew he had some kind of a mission. He knew of the entity that lived within the pillar of life, or more to say sealed forever by your master…'

"That can't be…", Bolgan called after him, "So his name… truly has the meaning it suggest… he is the apostle of 'Hope'?".

There was no answer.

"Damn… the lord won't be pleased with it…", said Bolgan and kicked something close to him.

***

Ascara- Town of Xanas


As everyone talked and considered who is more fit for which of the two missions suggested by Helena (Graeak saying that he as a mage wasn't quick enough for the "sneaking and get save men" mission), Raphael got up from his sit and stepped outside of the room without the others to notice.

"Where do you think you two are going?", he asked as he noticed that both Mikhail and Margureite were about to leave the place through the front door.

Mikhail chuckled, "Don't you suppose to be by your girlfriend side's?"

Raphael gave him a cold dark stare and turned to Margureite who was wide smiling as well, "Nothing personal captain, but world saving isn't really our thing", she looked at Mikhail and nodded, "But doing what we can do to get the ship back will be more likely our cup of tea".

"Didn't you two hear what had been said around you?!", Raphael's voice was even but rage was still visible in it, "It's too dangerous, hell if it was not, I would have done it myself"

"No you wouldn't", said Mikhail, "That little lady would have followed you no matter how you have rejected her help…"

"Let us do this, Captain", Margureite said slowly, "We, unlike you, don't have much to lose anyway"

"Don't say that", said Raphael.

"We really don't fit for what's lie ahead, not yet anyway, but Cronus is just one man. We think we can handle it, Boss", Mikhail said and added quickly, "And once we do, we'll join you", he chuckled, "Don't worry, we won't steal your ship".

Margureite's smile turned even wider, "You can't hide it, boss", she said, "We know how much you desire to see your red princess again".

Raphael considered their words for a moment, "You have two orders to follow: You are to watch yourself and return to me when you can. You know where I'll be ", he gave a weak defeated smile, "Bastards, don't have too much fun without me"

"We'll try…", Mikhail winked, "Same goes to you and the little lady"

"Just go now before I'll kill you myself".

They left the place and Raphael returned by Wren's side in the discussion's room.

[Repent!]

These days seemed to be full of stories. From the histories of Chanclera, to mere fables made real, to the confessions of a paladin. Sinclair seemed to truly underestimate the paladin he carried with him that day who was now standing before him. It was one thing to see a paladin openly refuse their god, but to see Helena cast her armor and weapon to the side to further cement her protest....was something else entirely.

Mixed levels of respect and sadness covered the pirate's face as Helena explained the plan. He personally wondered his own mind, to understand if he could ever make the same sacrifice. Could he ever give up a life on the seas? The thrill of the wind in his hair, the sun at his back, and laughter in his and his crew's mind and heart as they tackled the oceans? Could he really give up everything on the sole principle of one idea?


Raphael's eyes surveyed the people in the room and locked onto Zelvad as he rose to his feet and spoke up as he lifted the mask from his face, making sure his words could be heard. "I will volunteer for Carlin. Though by myself, I may not be very successful."

"Then I will join you, assassin." Raphael stood and moved toward Zelvad. Zelvad offered his hand, which was taken firmly as they shook on this joint effort. "We need to be in and out clean and quick, both of our talents should be more than enough to free the crew"

Zelvad nodded and stopped for a second, seemingly lost in a thought. That's when he looked over at Helena, then turned to the spear and lifted it up, walking to the woman while removing the hood on his garb which caused the mask on his face to fall to the ground, his jade green eyes having an almost piercing quality to them.

"A new strand to the Web has been woven. So, if you will not fight for your god..." the spear was then held toward Helena, "...then fight for the people. Fight for those not yet under Emonalach's control. Fight for the hope that we will prevail against this evil and truly unite this world."

Helena hesitate, looking from the spear back at the assassin who held the weapon, "Am I really allowed to be hypocrite? All of the training I gain was because I was a paladin, my power is the power of the clan and it's god. Am I really allowed that power up, while I battle not only the devil but god himself?", she asked, her blue eyes begging for answers.

Zelvad rigid jade eyes softened with his voice as he replied to Helena's laments. "Your power and combat abilities were not given to you by your god. You were born with these abilities..." The assassin closed his eyes and pulled the tiny knife from the sliver spider holding his hair from his face, allowing the spider that was once his pendant to come to life and crawl to his left shoulder. "...and the paladins refined those innate abilities. Regardless of what you have been told, your choices have led to your own power..and to your own burdens aswell. As long as you are able to overcome those limits and burdens that plague your mind, you will be amazed at how much you can accomplish."

Helena consider his words, "What should I do now, then?"

The silver spider made its way back to where it was pulling Zelvad's hair back as Zelvad placed the tiny knife back in the spider and opened his eyes. "Go with Kilyna and the rest and ready the ship for our return with the crew. We shouldn't be long. After that we can plan our next move while in transit to Norgard."

"I'll accept your words. It will be better if I handle the other task, for with my spear, I will be much better of a use at a long range battles then of a surprise attack, But....", Helena picked the spear in her hand, "I shall handle my spear untill we are over with this land. I don't wish to hold that weapon once we leave Ascara... I will need to find my own path. I will need to find the right to hold my spear without the aid of Ivalor's god... but for now my powers will be at your service."

Zelvad couldn't help but give a relieved smirk as Helena agreed to at least carry a weapon until they left Ascara. "So it's settled. Raphael and I will press on to the town of Carlin to retrive Kilyna's crew. The rest of you will be heading to the ship and getting it ready to sail, and once we return with the crew: we sail for Norgard."

[Mysteria]

Ascara- Town of Xanas


Only after sharing a kiss that had made Ciara wish it would have never ended Ciara searched Arjaks eyes, trying to see straight into his soul. Surely, he had to know by now that when she'd said she would stand beside him, on more than one occasion, that he knew she meant it. With some reluctance the couple returned to the others gathered inside to listen to Helena. They would finally have the explanation that had been promised to them from the Paladin.

The group that will go to rescue the men should be fast moving", Helena met Arjak's eyes again, "And strong too. We need to pull this out fast… I think the faster we reach for Norgard, the better."

Then Zelvad spoke "So it's settled. Raphael and I will press on to the town of Carlin to retrive Kilyna's crew. The rest of you will be heading to the ship and getting it ready to sail, and once we return with the crew: we sail for Norgard."

Ciara stepped up, unafraid to use her voice of reasoning "It is not yet settled. I agree, we need to get moving, but only two going to release the men will not be enough. I am accustomed to walking and can make the journey to the City of Carlin as quickly as any other here, but we need strength too."

Ciara turned to look at Arjak "Perhaps this is a journey we should make together, along with Zelvad and Raphael."

Maybe now, Arjak would finally realize Ciara's sincerity towards him, but would his royal upbringing, his way of life and the fact that he could have any woman in his bed chamber that he wanted at any time prevent him from seeing into her heart? Ciara knew that only time would gift to her they key to her question.

Arjak remained silent for what seemed even to him an eternity. Those wheels in his head turned with such speed he thought he could smell smoke. The lot of them needed to get out of Ascara as quickly as they could Norgard would be a save haven. No army, not even Ascara, would attempt to brave the ever-frigid wilds of Norgard. Arjak had only been to a shipyard a couple times when he was a boy, before his time in the wilderness. There was not much there that required strength as much as a sharp blade and soft footing. The wooden planks of docks have a tendency to creak and moan under pressure like an old hag's limb under duress, and Arjak was not soft footed nor light. Prisons, on the other hand, Arjak had been to a fair share of them attempting to have clansmen released who ventured too close to the capitol or stole something heavy enough to be noticed.

"I will travel with you, Ciara. I have not the imagination to see me anywhere but at your side and at your aid." Arjak smiled at Ciara with his white teeth and bright eyes, a charming smile that Arjak had flaunted to warm his bed with company many times before, but never had he the feelings and sincerity behind such a smile. Looking at her, he remembered the kiss she had graced him with but minutes before. She intoxicated him like the finest whiskey, but unlike whiskey, she gave him great clarity. He could find no occasion in his life where he was as sure-headed as this.

"My strength is yours, Ciara."

Ciara shook her head no firmly although a soft smile graced her lips "Let it not be for me alone Arjak, but for the greater good of us all."

Ciara turned then to the others, thoughtfully speaking "This force is not any thing that any one of us alone can defeat. It will take our combined strengths. Each one of us posses something unique: powers, skills, experience and cunning. Together, I am positive that we can defeat this evil threat that looms over us all."

The Norgard smirked at Ciara and nodded, pulling his steel helmet from the hook on his belt, the scratched and nicked surface catching the faint lights of the room. Arjak's gleaming golden eyes were bright with mischief and determination. His smirk was still present upon his handsome face,

"I ache to be back home in Norgard, but if I must make a few Ascaran desert rats bleed to get home, then my blades will drink heartily."


A Storm/Mysti blending

[Anne Bonny]

Shifting her weight nervously from one foot to the other, Wren's green eyes moved to each of the faces of her friends. She had remained silent as the conversation had gone on around her, but her thoughts were whirling in her mind.

Helena's declaration of her loss of faith was the most disturbing, and it was at that moment that Wren realized how much she herself looked to the fiery haired woman for strength and guidance. While Helena certainly didn't imply that she was going to give up entirely, her words still made Wren shudder on the inside. What torment she must be feeling, the smaller girl realized. A stab of guilt pierced her heard again at the idea of Helena's grief for her mother, and the fact that Wren had simply left her to die.

Then it was Raphael's decision to go to free Kilyna's crew that caused her to worry. Wren's first impulse was to step forward and go with them, but as the group went on discussing the best way to go about things, she knew it was a foolish idea. What use would she be in the task? No, she would only get in the way, really.

Her place was to help ready the ship, that much was crystal clear. But what if something happened, Wren couldn't help but wonder. What if Raphael, or any of their friends for that matter, got hurt on the mission? What if they were wounded and too far away for her to help? She wrung her hands together in worry.

But on the other hand, perhaps her place was at Helena's side during this difficult time. If she could lend a comforting hand to her friend, maybe that's where she would be needed the most.

Finally they came to an agreement, without her input at all. Raphael, Zelvad, Ajak and Ciara would go to free the crew, while she, Helena, and the others would ready the ship for their departure. It was the best plan, Wren had to admit, but concern still tugged at her heart. She just couldn't stand the idea of seperating from any of them.

"Well I can't say I'm thrilled with the idea of leaving any of you, so don't be gone long," Wren finally said. "And look after yourselves, please. I've grown too fond of you to have you get hurt while I'm not there to help."

Her eyes moved to find those of her beloved pirate. "And that goes double for you, Captain."

[Kris]

Helena nodded hearing the answers that were said around her. Each set his and her own mind and she had no desire to change any of it. They have chosen their path and she was happy inside they all decided to join together and that our future path will be entangled after all.

After Helena heard what Wren had to say, something within her took over and she just went and grabbed the healer's hand without saying a word. Helena only looking into the healer's eyes, as if telling her: 'I shall make sure nothing bad will happen to either of us'.

Raphael was soon beside Wren's other side, grabbing the healer's other hand, picking it up and kissing it softly. He himself couldn't say much or promise more. He knew there was a great and difficult task ahead of him, but the last thing he wanted to do was make the beautiful healer worried.

After that they all parted.


Chapter 4- We Are Not Separate


Ascara-" Port Town of Tamur"


Helena studied the place. "The Reverse Angel", Kilyna's ship was pretty much close to the docks and had little guard on, however there was no way to know for sure until they come closer.

It took them day and a half to reach the port of Tamur. Graeak mainly complained about not wanting to take any part of it, but he joined up because he knew that if the dark forces were after them, he didn't had much to stay in Ascara for. Alister had a mission of his own, but he was still very ill looking and Helena didn't want to endanger him.

"What are you thinking of?", asked Kilyna.

"I don't know what to do from here", Helena said, "I believe the only one I can count to do battle now is you. There's no way I'll put the healer into danger and I don't think Graeak is very willing".

"Why don't you ask them yourselves", Kilyna smiled, "You know, they all followed you because they count on you to make the right choice. I'm sure they could find something to do and aid with".

Helena nodded, "Were it any other situation I would have done it on my own, but we have little time and little skills to count on", she turned to her group, "We need a good tactic for this, I beg you to consider what you all can do to aid here. I warn you not to make yourself do more than you can. One small mistake and we shall lose it all.


***

Ascara- City of Carlin

It took them almost a day to reach the place. Arjak, Ciara, Zelvad and Raphael were ready to take action now.

[Anne Bonny]

(I had way too much fun writing this copost with the fabulous Kris!)

"We need a good tactic for this, I beg you to consider what you all can do to aid here. I warn you not to make yourself do more than you can. One small mistake and we shall lose it all."

Wren bit her lower lip as she considered Helena's words. What could she possibly do to help in this situation, she wondered? There were at least a few guards visible on the deck of the Reverse Angel, but even a light skirmish was more than the healer could handle.

"We need a diversion, I think, "She mused aloud, "Something to distract the guards while we sneak on the ship and get it ready to leave."

Helena nodded, "Indeed that shall be a wise idea. We can't face them head on".

From the corner of her eyes Helena spotted the Graeak. He was silent, but he wore a threatening grin. She narrowed her eyes only to see that the female pirate was uneasy as she was, "What is it Mage?", Kilyna asked, or more to say demanded to know.

"Oh, nothing nothing!", Graeak looked like someone that was caught stealing, "Really, it's nothing".

"You've at least considered something. I beg you to speak up Graeak. Did you think up of something that might aid us?", Helena asked.

"Well", Graeak said, rubbing the back of his head, "I did".

"Let us hear it then", said Helena.

"I'm not sure that you should...", he said looking at Wren, "I'm not so sure it's even that wise of an idea either"

Wren gave him an encouraging smile. "Even the beginning of an idea can be built upon," she said. "Tell us and maybe we can work something out."

Seeing how there was no escape out of it Graeak sighed, "I'm surprised how you haven't figure it out yourself. I mean... look at you!", he said pointing the three females, "You're all very attractive ladies. While I think that I and Alister can handle the ship once we're on it, you three are pretty much the perfect diversion... That's of course if you're gonna lose the grumpy holy attitude and show some more skin!"

"HOW DARE YOU!", snapped Kilyna.

Graeak flinched and send his hands to protect himself just in case the woman was crazy enough to beat him, "Well, you asked my opinion!", he said, shivering.

Wren blushed furiously, her eyes darting from Kilyna to Helena, hoping for guidance, anything to get out of the absurd situation.

If it were possible for Alister to turn paler than he already was, he certainly would have. But even still, his face creased with worry and his eyes avoiding Wren's, he spoke up. "Well he is right. The two of us could do the work on the ship. And it would be an effective diversion, I think. But... but I would never ask any of you to dishonor yourselves like that."

"SEE! TOLD YOU SO!", said Graeak and was almost rewarded with a punch from Kilyna when Helena held her arm, stopping her in mid air, "No", Helena said softly, "He is right...", Helena sighed. Now that she didn't wear her armor, her yellowish dress was pretty tight and revealing for it was made of somewhat transparent materiel. The Ex-Paladin blushed terribly when she realized that in order to provoke those Ascarian males they will need to show much more than that.

"What are you talking about?", cried Kilyna, "Are you really going to go on with it?"

Helena nodded, "What other option do we have?", she said with anger and looked at Wren. She lowered her head as she considered the option of the fair healer mistress dressed in something which was inappropriate for a child of the "god hand clan".

"Not you Lady Avari", Helena said with an apologizing voice, "I...", she tried to utter but it was so hard for her to actually consider this, "I think I can do it...".

Wren stared at her friend in shock. She waited and waited for any indication that Helena might be joking, but with each word she spoke it became even clearer that this was indeed their best course of action.

But any friend wouldn't let another dear one go through such embarrassment on her own.

"No, Helena," Wren said firmly, her face burning hot at her own words. "I won't let you do it alone. I'll help. Besides, it might be more believable that way. A group of guards and just one woman to..."

She snapped her mouth shut. "Anyway, we'll do it together."

Helena opened and closed her mouth few times. When it seemed like she was about to say something she hushed again, the words stuck and sealed. She nodded her head and simply said, "No, Lady Avari"

"Oh! Would you stop it already", Kilyna crossed her arms. She looked at her two tigers and thought to herself how she would have liked it best if the two kittens would have sliced up the guards. But there was no way to make sure they'll make it out of it in one piece. And if she could spare her darlings from being hurt she would do all that in her power to make sure they were fine, "Fine I'll do it!", she said and looked at Graeak, "But I won't enjoy it".

"Kilyna, Lady Avari!", Helena spoke up and started to protest when Kilyna reached out her hand to silence the Ex-Paladin, "It's not like I didn't do worse than that. It's cool, really. The troublesome part is to find fitting cloths".

"NO!", Helena said with rage, "There's no need for you two to do it!"

Kilyna smirked, "And you think you can do it, Miss Holy woman?!", Kilyna giggled, "Are you sure you have what it take to seduce a man? P-L-E-A-S-E".

"What?!", Helena blushed terribly.

"I mean... let's face it... Have you ever even spent a night with a man?"

"What does this have to do with-!", Helena said with anger but was stopped by Graeak.

"WHOA! Ladies, Ladies! Calm down!", he said, "If it's too much, we can really find something else to-!"

"NO!", Helena yelled, "We shall proceed as planned, But I'd like Lady Avari to stay out of it!"

"Wren, maybe that's a good idea," Alister stammered. "You could just stay hidden while-"

"While what?" Wren exclaimed, perhaps a little too loudly. "While you and Graeak risk life and limb to sneak onto the ship? While a dear friend and an ally humiliate themselves? While the man I care for and our other friends are fighting who knows who to be able to free the crew? You really think I'll just sit in the shadows and watch?"

She finished with a gasp and put her hands on her hips. "No more arguments, Helena. It will be the three of us or none of us."

"You sure can see how determined she is. Can you really hope to fight her will?", asked Kilyna.

Helena could feel the pain within the words of Wren. She knew the woman was worried sick about her friends and lover. She realized, on that moment, that she couldn't have fought the healer's will. Helena lowered her head, "Yes M'lady... But I won't enjoy this......".

"Good", said Kilyna, "Now where the hell can we get some decent cloths?"

Helena looked up at her, biting her lips, thinking how ironic the use of the word 'decent' was.

"Yo, Mage-boy!", said Kilyna.

"The name is Graeak", said Graeak.

"Sure, sure, whatever. Aren't you Ascara's citizen or something? You should know where we can find some cloths around here, no?", Kilyna dug within her cloths and removed some gold coins, handing it over to Graeak, "Be a darling and get us something to wear", she said and winked.

***

Sometimes later Graeak was back with cheap cloths. He decided to give the girls some privacy to dress up, but Kilyna was sure he was peeking. Once ready, all three of them appeared before the boys. Alister tried to look away, his face showing some embarrassment while Graeak show a wide grin.

Helena felt uncomfortable wearing what she did, and she tried to pull the material a bit lower. She hated the fact she could actually feel the wind hitting her legs and lower body part. The pirate girl didn't seem bothered but Helena feared for the healer.

Wren did her best not to continue looking down at her outfit, or at either of her companions. A crimson corset top, a black lacey skirt that barely brushed the tops of her knees, and tall black boots made her wonder if she'd rather be standing in public in her night gown. The outfit was uncomfortable and ridiculous, but she could tell by just looking at Graeak that it did the trick.

"Well," she finally stammered, her cheeks turning red to match her bodice, "I think you overdid it a bit, but it will have to do."

"Yes…", Helena hesitate as she looked at Kilyna, who appeared to be feeling less bothered then the two Ivalor females felt. They all wore more or less the same outfit, however since Helena was taller than the other two by at least a head, it looked to her as if she wore the less decent outfit, as more of her legs were visible.

"What's now Mage boy?", Kilyna asked.

"Yes, let's please get this over with!" Wren chimed in.

Alister spoke up, refusing to look at any of the women. "Well... you three will have to... um," he floundered for the right words. "You'll have to get their attention while we sneak onto the ship. "Then perhaps Greaek and I can ambush them and spare you any further embarrassment."

Helena nodded, "Good and well. We shall place our faith in you". She then nervously look at Kilyna, "Pardon me, Kilyna… but… how…"

Kilyna smirked, "I find it amusing you ask me for guidance on this, Helena".

Helena blushed terribly and looked away.

Kilyna giggled, "Follow me ladies", she said and walked in a way that didn't even seem possible for the rough tom-boy pirate, "Try to look natural".

With a sympathetic pat on Helena's arm, Wren fell into place behind the pirate girl. In the first few steps she was instantly in awe of the barmaids and women of the night who wore such impractical clothes on a regular basis. She was certain she was going to turn her ankle with every step, and it was an exercise in self control to not try to hold down her too-short skirt or tug up her too-low top every time she moved. The healer tried to copy Kilyna's swaying hips and suggestive smile, but without a mirror it was impossible to tell if she was getting it right.

At last they arrived. As they suspected the ship was indeed not much guarded. Two men in red uniform patrolled, while another four were busy playing some card game on the ground.

"Hello there", Kilyna said with a seductive voice. She moved slowly, making sure each and every part of her body moved correctly with the swaying of her short outfit, "Can we join your game, or rather, interest you in a better one?"

Helena quickly lowered her head, making sure no one will notice how bad she blushed. Kilyna's words were so direct that it made her cheeks burnt with embarrassment. She didn't even dare to look at Wren for support, knowing that by doing so she might uncover them. Nesera, Kilyna's falcon, flew above them and Helena remembered that should anything go wrong the bird will mark the two jaguars to aid the ladies. Helena sighed and did her best to calm herself down as she straightened her gaze again, only to meet with one of the two guards that were patrolling by the ship. He studied her with great interest and she quickly learned that he was the tallest guy out of them all. He then licked his lips, reaching out his arm and marking her to approach him.

Helena gritted her teeth and clenched her fists as she forced herself to smile. She was sure her smile was more devilish then the needed kind smile she wanted to offer for this, but she couldn't help it. She hated to be in this position. The man's eyes widen with a surprise, but only shortly and then he turned to grin. Oh god, Helena thought. She didn't threat him but rather provoked him. He waited for her to come, but her legs were frozen.

Well, as the saying goes, if Muhammad didn't come to the mountain…

The soldier moved for her direction, followed by the other one that was near him. Helena wanted to kill them if they dared to be too close, but she knew that that will cause the others to attack as well. And what if they were other guards around in hiding?

No. Helena couldn't have risked it. She saw that Kilyna and Wren were beside the four other guys that no longer sat down.

Wren wasn't sure whether to be happy or disappointed that their plan worked so well right from the start. The four guards seemed more than receptive to their presence, and each one on his feet and moving towards them without any encouragement. Wren counted their heads again... four? But there were only three of them! What would the fourth guard do? Her question was answered when two of them approached Kilyna at once. Wren felt her stomach turn.

Only one came to her side, thankfully. The guard was a sturdy young man with broad shoulders, dark hair, and a wicked gleam in his eyes. He wasted no time in slipping a solid arm around her slim waist. Wren fought against the instinct to push him away and instead flashed a smile that she prayed didn't look too sickly.

"Hi there, sweetheart," Wren managed, copying Kilyna's actions of turning towards the man and putting a hand on his chest. The man felt solid as a rock, and Wren said a silent prayer that whatever Graeak and Alister were planning would be enough to bring the guards down.

***

"Okay I think it's time for us to move!", said Graeak.

"How can you tell?", asked Alister who dare not watch the scene.

"Simple!", the mage said and pointed at the two large jaguars, "The kittens are restless".

Both of them slowly crept into the shadows. Graeak throw half a glance at the girls, "We better hurry", he said and soon both he and Alister were on top of the ship's deck.

"No guards", said Alister after carefully scanning the area, "But what do we do now"

"That's simple. You know what so great about Pirate's ship?"

Alister's left eyebrow lifted up in suspicion.

Graeak smirked, "The answer is... LOTS OF GUNPOWDER!"

***

"Just, I beg you. Try not to overdo. We still need the thing in once piece", said Alister in a defeated voice.

The two of them looked at the black line of dust that reach all the way from the ship to some distance between the girls and the guards.

"Party Killer", said Graeak. He lowered his head enhancing some words. Few seconds passed before a small flame turned to adorn his index finger. He held it up in the air, "Just be ready to mark the falcon. Kilyna will notice her bird and call the girls off. Well, here goes nothing!", he said, watching as the flame jumped from his hand and landed on the black powder, slowly burning the trail it followed.

Alister marked the falcon and the bird hovered above. Few seconds later there was a great explosion. Alister and Graeak docked, hoping no damage will happen to the ship... or to the girls.

Kilyna's eyes had also been on her falcon. As She saw the bird move, she quickly detached herself from the guards (much to their confusion) and took several steps backward. Wren and Helena saw her move and did the same, and were able to duck behind some crates just before an explosion shook the entire dock.

Suddenly wise to the situation, the guards began to shout, and Wren grew nervous that they would be caught after all. She remained crouched behind the crates, afraid to peek around to see if their enemies had seen where their dates had ducked off to.

But the shouting was quickly turned into terrified screams as the snarling of Kilyna's tigers suddenly sounded through the night. Wren covered her ears and shut her eyes, trying to block out the horrible sounds of gurgling and the tearing of flesh.

Some moments later and it was all over. Kilyna moved confidently to her kittens, petting the fearsome creatures as if they were puppies, "Good boys", she said to them.

Helena bent beside Wren as she reached out her hand in order to get the crouching healer back on her feet, "It's over, Lady Avari, it's over", she added a smile.

Kilyna's delighted face was second to none as she looked at her baby ship, which, aside of some scraps on the side that faced the docks, was in pretty damn good shape, "Sure been a while, my angel, you look lovely as always".

Wren grasped Helena's hand and held it tightly. "Thank goodness," she breathed. Then with a giggle, "Now can we get out of these ridiculous outfits before the others get back? I don't want Raph to see me like this."

The gang was later upon the ship, not before the girls changed. Now everyone waited for the others to joined them up.

[Repent!]

{From the Minds of Storm, Mysti, and Repent!}

-City of Carlin, Ascara-

There were a total of eight guards in the stockade as they arrived...the dusk shift it seemed. Zelvad and Raphael spear headed the group with Ciara and Arjak watching the flanks and the rear.

They stopped about ten yards short of the stockade entrance and the pirate turne to face Arjak and Ciara. "We need a very loud distraction... so that the cells holding Kilyna's crew are left unattended. Would you two be able to help me with that?"

Arjak couldn't help himself but to smirk at Raphael's request for a very loud distraction. Arjak was not called "The Stormcaller" for no reason. Few things in life were as loud as a Norgard thunderstorm, and to a place like Ascara, which was so barren of rain and storm, it should cause quite a scare.

"I am sure I can think of something more than loud enough to make these dogs wet themselves." Arjak said in a low, quiet voice as he rubbed his hands together, small blue arcs of electricity jumping from finger to finger. Arjak peeked around the corned to have a look at the guards, sizing them up as best he could. This was going to be an interesting night, in success or failure.

Arjaks words jostled an old dormant memory in Ciara's mind of being a very small child in Norgard before her parents moved her away to the lush forests of Chanclera. She remembered the loud sounds of thunder that a Norgard storm could produce and Arjaks plan would work.

Ciara watched as the sparks danced off of Arjak's fingertips and bounced between his hands. Silently she called to the falcon hovering overhead to keep watch as she prepared herself for what was to come. While she did not have Arjak's levels of powers, she had become very good at doing the few things she was taught by her parents and now would be a good time to practice because surely her aide would be needed again once they actually reached Norgard too.

"I'm ready when everyone else is" Ciara said as she reached her palms out facing downward to the ground, her fingers waving slightly back and forth, closing her eyes then turning her palms to face the sky as the roots around them appeared to come to life, winding and weaving around to her command.

Sinclair nodded and looked to Zelvad, or the mask covering his face rather. The assassin nodded and the two split up, looking to pincer the encampment from overhead. When they arrived at their positions, Zelvad unsheathed his sword halfway, as well as his dagger. The same was to be said for Raphael's sword, and with a free hand Raphael signaled for Arjak and Ciara to begin.

Arjak nodded and closed his eyes, holding his hands up to the sky, as if he was attampting to grasp the shroud of night itself and tear it down. The thick veins in Arjak's arms popped as he started to speak the words of power in a deep tone that seemed to rumble like thunder,

"Hyrr-lopt, stefna hljóta en þrumði. Skjálfa zen himinn!" Fire of the Skies, I summon you and your thunder. Shake the heavens!. Suddenly, a harsh chill fell over the city as a powerful breeze churned curtains of sand from the streets. Dark clouds appeared in the night sky, snuffing out the lights of the stars and the moon to create light of its own. Flashes of arcane lightning broke the night sky, coupled with the deafening boom of thunder. Freezing rain started to fall over the stockade, drenching a city block in frigid Norgard rains. Arjak continued to mutter the words of power required to maintain the storm, but such a massive change to the weather would quickly sap the massive druid of whatever energy he had. Still, the storm was working, the lightning drawing the shock and awe of the guards while the heavy rain greatly lessened ones range of sight and soaked the soldiers to the bone with rains colder than they could have ever imagined, having lived in this stifling sand pit their entire lives.

"Act now, before the storm dissipates. I cannot maintain this for long." Arjak called out to Ciara and the others through the heavy rainfall.

Using the simple commands taught to her by her parents so very long ago, Ciara went into a trance like state as she began to chant in a low voice, commanding the roots and vines below their feet to move.

Slowly they advanced under the cover of the heavy rainfall from the storm Arjak had provided them with towards the guards who had gathered outside to see what was happening. With a quick upward motion of her hands towards the skies, and some words spoken that only Arjak himself would have probably uderstood, the roots and vines sprang to life, weaving in and tangling around the guards feet, binding them while the Zelvad and Sinclair attacked.

If the storm didn't bewilder them, the vines binding them to their positions sure enough sent them into a panic. It was at this moment the pirate and assassin decsended on the guards. Because of Arjak's magicks, dark clouds concealed a majority of the assault. Save for the flashes of lightning that told horrid tales of bloodshed and agony unleashed upon the guards of course. As the last slice of metal on flesh was made, an eerie silence echoed from the stockade. Then a familiar voice shot from the shadows seconds later, the voice of the pirate. "We're clear! Let's get these guys out of this hellish desert!" Arjak sighed and let his arms drop with a stifled sigh of relief, the storm slowly waning away. He smiled at Ciara and placed his hand on her shoulder,

"Well done," he smiled at her, "Your timing was sheer perfection." Ciara and Arjak both joined the pirate and the assassin at the entrance to the prison, Arjak drawing one of his sword-spears and his broad shield. The heavy wooden door of the stockade blocked their way. Arjak giggled the handle, but the door would not budge. Taking a deep breath, he muttered a word of power and clashed his sword and shield together to create a powerful shockwave of sound that splintered the door.

"Let us be rid of this dreadful place. I have had enough of finding sand in my unmentionables every bloody day. We get the sailors and get out, it shan't be too difficult." Arjak muttered, his voice gravelly as if he had run several miles. It was a drain to maintain such a storm in a place that never had such weather.

Sinclair nodded as they all rushed in. Walking by a large holding area, Sincalir called out. "Is the crew of the Reverse Angel present?" The response was five men walking towards the bars, their eyes showing mixtures of doom and hope. "We are."

Sinclair looked at Zelvad after their response. "Arjak needs to rest his power, could you unlock this?" The assassin nodded and pulled back his hood. The assassin had not seen fit during his time in Ascara to acquire a lockpick set, but now saw fit to discover an alternative to such trinkets. As Zelvad closed his eyes, the spider pendant came to life as the fruit knife was pulled from the tiny "creature". It then traveled down the Chancleran's arm and stuck two of its tiny legs into the key hole and began jiggling them. The pirate then turned to the men who stepped forward, "Lady Kilyna has requested for your swift return. She has sent us to return you to her ship." As soon as Raphael finished, he noticed the doom in the crew's eyes vanish completely. "So when do we leave?" One of the other crew members asked.

"Right abooouut..." *-click-* "..now." The lock was open and the spider quickly retreated to its original position and Zelvad returned the knife, rendering the spider to an accessory once again. He then lifted his hood back up to cover all but his mask as Raphael spoke. "Then let us depart."

Raphael felt that it would be easier to move the men if they split up and rendezvous at the Reverse Angel, so they did just that. Two went with Arjak and Ciara, two went with Raphael, and the last of the crew, seemingly the most limber, with Zelvad...figuring that the assassin we be able to move faster if he was with someone who could do second story work as well as him.

-Arriving at the Reverse Angel-

Zelvad and his part of the crew arrived at the ship first, followed closely by Raphael, third by Arjak and Ciara. The crew hurried on without a word and began finishing preparations for departing from port while Raphael quickly gained Kilyna's attention as Zelvad, Ciara, and Arjak walked aboard. "Our part of the deal has been filled. So if that is everything, then I believe it is time for us to be rid of this accursed desert."

[Kris]

Ivalor-Capital Camelot

Darkness fall quietly over the fair city of light. Figures dressed in white followed a straight trail carrying with them fog and mist. One time they were visible among the shadows, then it was like they were never even there. They glittered like a broken lamp, showing light and consume it so fast it was hard to keep a straight track at them.



"Walls so white
Where your sorrows have a name
And day is dark as night
There's no remorse and no redemption"



Then there was a great burst of light and everything ceased to exist in that great illumination, just like in the first day of genesis. It lasted so briefly, but its sight was oh so marvelous.



"Close the door!
Can you hear?
The crowd is waiting for a last encore!
They screaming out for my attention

They chanting my name…"



Then there was darkness once more. No life. No salvation. No Hope.

Emonalach stepped forward, his blue eyes the only visible light source, "Join me", he said to no one.



"Like the deads
I am on the other side
They’re howling in my head
There’s no remorse and no redemption...

Hush my dear
Let the music fill the night
And soon it's all we hear

They screaming out for my attention"



The melody was visible in the air, but it was hard to tell what or who was the source of it. The song was charming carrying with it feeling of nostalgia and despair. The voice grew stronger and it seemed that it got nearer too. Lone shadow followed it, human form, but it was hard to tell was if it was a male or female for the voice itself carried a tune which was unclear to any gender.



"They chanting my name…

Don't wake me
Until it's over
I may be dreaming…
And awake…

They chanting my name"



The song stopped and the silence pierced like a knife. Now some parts of the figure were visible: Red long hair, red glossy lustful lips, red cloak. The woman looked up and smiled softly, "So I'm a female human this time?", she chuckled, "Not that it matters to me... We were never part of the mortals. Never were we bound by flesh until we desired it and joined you, Emonalach", the woman removed a black rose and held it in her hand. The poor thing burnt and turned to ashes, "I guess this time... I shall be Lady Rose".

Emonalach turned to look at her.

"Why this body... I wonder... Was it because it was the easiest body to find that had no soul within it... Or...", she gazed at Emonalach coldly, "Might there be another reason?"

"You have your mission", Emonalach said, his voice cold and distance.

"Why yes. Norgard... The oracle of wind...", The woman licked her lips and smiled widely, "Why yessss....", she hissed, her eyes turning golden for a moment before returning to their green color, "I'd love to devour soon... Trust, love, family, friends. Let me taste it all in a lovely play of war".

Emonalach nodded his head, "Then I leave it up to you. I have my own mission to look after", He looked back at the woman, his blue eyes glittering, "I warn you..."

"Oh, don't worry. I won't touch Pandora", she said softly with a tune full of venom, "I think I've got the idea of what you wished the moment you awaken me in that body. Emonalach, you might be the strongest, the wisest and the most cunning out of us all, but I'm still your elder... Boy".

Emonalach's expression remind unchanged and the woman chuckled softly, "You were never fun to tease to begin with", she lifted her hands, her body starting to burn in huge flame, "I have my orders... I shall take my leave".

The fire was gone and so was Lady Rose.


***

Epilogue

Ascara- Port Town of Tamur

They were all ready to leave. Each one and one of them bearing his and her own agenda. Their fate was already connected by flame of untold fire... The holy fire of hope.

Will that fire hold strong in the cold nation of Norgard?

Only time will tell.



In the black of the night she appears I can see that she's trying
To relocate the source of my fears I've been searching her high and low
In this dream she will show me the door to a new revelation
And I know that I've seen her before that she'll bring me salvation

Like the sun shining down on me, like the breeze on the ocean
You're the path of my destiny, I know you will follow me until Kingdom Come




TO BE CONTINUED....


Until kingdom comes 2