RP:Niawtu's Grave Mistake

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Background

After the wolf-child, Niawtu's, near death at the hands of the Timelord she is sent to Vuryal's prison.


The Prison - Day 1

Niawtu abruptly find herself placed in new surroundings, and have the suspicious belief that Vuryal is behind her sudden change of location.

Niawtu shouted, "*a loud, and clearly angered, wolf cubs howl resounds*"

The child finds herself bound in time chains and within a prison guarded by a minotaur. After a long while Vuryal enters.

Vuryal enters into the prisoner quarters. "Ah, children. So defenseless and naive. I pity such a thing." He grins towards the minotaur, his personally selected guard for such an occasion

Niawtu clearly wasn't paying much attention; she was just sitting on the worn bed holding the dead and partially frozen rose within her palms. When she does realise that Vuryal entered the room she suddenly looks him straight in the eye. No matter what the little frost cub learned about tougher creatures, she never paid attention to. And Vuryal was definitly someone that the child should learn to give some respect to.

Vuryal said, "What shall I do with you, poppet? What shall I do..."

Niawtu shrinks back a little when she hears him say that and then says, rather boldly "Um... Let me go back to my mother and father?" she knew that probably wouldn't happen, but it was worth a shot. It, too, would be noticeable that her cloak was not covering her shoulders, so her 13 brand is visible.

Vuryal laughs quite eerily at the suggestion, the minotaur giving a "guff" at the sound as well before turning back around to watch the door, though there is no need. The chronomancer then brings up his staff to lightly upon the ground. "You'll notice, child, that you simply have to overpower a minotaur to get out, if you manage to slip through your shackles. Then, you have to find a key. But, oh wait, the minotaur has no key as he is trapped in here as well. He knows that if someone escapes, his life is forfeit." At this, he grins, knowing full well the strength of a minotaur, both in physical fitness and mental fortitude. "But do not worry. I have no intention of killing you," at this he pauses. "Today anyway."

Niawtu looks towards the minotaur as he mentions him and then back to Vuryal. When he finishes speaking Niawtu says "I not have intention to fight. Father say I too young to try, and get self killed." she says matter-of-factly she then adds "Why you want kill 'Lil me anyway? I think I only frost lycan in land... And I 'ave purest soul I ever know." the child is talking as though she is not afraid and just making light conversation, but the bravery doesn't seem to reach her eyes. Finally she adds in, more so as a humorous thing, "Name's Niawtu Thirteen."

Vuryal said, "I care not your age or what you are. You are simply a step upon the path of destiny, poppet. Do you honestly believe I care about your fate?"

Niawtu wimpers and looks down at the ground "No.... No I suppose not...." she says quietly, her eyes trailing over and looking at her brand and then back down to the dead rose "Think I marked for death or something anyway..." she mumbles as she shrugs.

Vuryal grins, his pitch colored face with the evil red eyes seeming to enjoy this encounter. "You shall not escape, for it is pointless. Do you even know what land you are in or even what time? No, I suspect not. Regardless, you will stay here until my masters decide your fate."

Niawtu looks up at him with a questioning eye "I told you very powerful... Yet -you- have masters? I not understand how that possible." the child clearly didn't understand much about the world, but now was as good a time as any for her to learn, even if she dies earlier on in life. But she then adds, quickly, "An' , no. I not know where this is, or when... Also I know escape pointless. I tell father and sisters not to hide me because I -knew- that not work either... I run from Preklek slavers when I five, and yet Father not listen to me when I know something..." she huffs a little at that. She had to go -all- the way to Frostmaw just for her to be brought back so easily. At least she understood when she could and couldn't escape.

Vuryal shakes his head. "Do you think I care about your story, poppet? Nay. Silence yourself before I decide to take action and ask permission later."

Niawtu looks at the rose and says quickly "Sorry, sir…" she generally referred to people as sir or ma'am, whether she liked them or not. But this time was because she thought it sounded more respectful.

Vuryal points his staff towards the child, the amber stone glowing bright for a moment, bursting with its golden tones, for a brief second. When it fades, a collar appears around the neck of the child. "Remove it, and you will die."

Niawtu holds stone still when the collar appears upon her scrawny neck. The child wanted to ask what it was for, but greatly decided against it. Though her eyes did show quite a bit of confusion.

Vuryal turns to leave, or make it look like it at least. "Do get some sleep, child. You'll need your energy." And with that, the fiend disappears, misting away and passing through the door as if it were nothing.

Another Day, Another Gallows - Within The Prison

Niawtu looks about as she is returned to the cell. She shakes herself out of it a bit, not wanting to have seen such pain. A shudder runs down her spine.

Vuryal appears within the prisoner's quarters once more. "You shall not be harmed, should your new adoptive family uphold their end of the bargain. Fail, and you will not live much longer. Attempt to escape, and I cannot guarantee that someone other than myself will kill you. Sleep easy, child. For you will need it..."

Niawtu looked up at him when he entered, her face was pale but she knew the pain of such a whip and it didn't seem to phase her much. However, she does simply say "I not run away... Promise." and that's all she can get out.

Vuryal said, "Good. Then I take my leave. Mind the rules, and you shall be rewarded. Ignore them, and you shall be punished."

Niawtu looks down saying "Yes, sir."

Vuryal nods as he disappears, fading into a wind that blows itself through the door's cracks, micro at best, but enough for the surest of winds to get through.


Niawtu's Grave Mistake

Niawtu lies in bed. She is curled up into a ball, facing the prison cell’s wall; her naturally black, claw-like nails digging into the flesh of her bare arms; her wolves tail was curved about her as though she was using it as a small blanket, and her wolf ears were deaf to any surrounding noise. The scrawny lycan cub had been lying like this for some time, since the middle of the night or so. That night had been one of the worst nights she had ever come to experience, for she had the worst nightmares of her young life. When she had awoken the bed was covered in frost and ice, which was cast out by her skeleton thin body as she slept; she had a feeling that she couldn’t ever explain coming from within her, almost like the dying of a soul. So she had curled herself up as though she were trying to keep anything from taking it away. The child’s usually pure and porcelain-like skin has an appearance as though it were becoming stone rather than porcelain, as an almost dark energy appeared to pulse from just under her skin like a dark and evil fog. As she lays there her pure white hair covers her face, and the diamond butterfly clip that her dear sister had given her is practically falling from out of her bangs. Every so often the child lets out a small growl of pain as the odd feeling pulses through her veins. It should also be noted that whenever another pulses goes through she digs her nails deeper and deeper into her flesh and bites her naturally black lip until blood begins to trickle forth. Between the pains she takes deep breaths, trying to hold back any other sounds of immense pain. She –had- to be brave, but for who? Herself, or her family? As she thought of this she started to notice that her memories were becoming fuzzy; images in her mind’s eye becoming foggy around the edges, like pictures that sat in the sun to long and were becoming tattered and torn from age. ‘What –is- this pain?’ she thinks as a shudder runs down her spine from another round of pain. Black rings were beneath the child’s bright icy silver eyes, but her bright hues were growing dimmer as well. Her eyes were starting to come to a more gray stone-like shade, as though no light was allowed to enter them. “I must be strong, I must return to them…” she utters beneath her breath, speaking of those she deeply cared for. ‘I must remember… Let’s see… A list! If I repeat a list of them over and over it’ll help!’ she thinks bravely. ‘I must return to Gwen, Brina, Ranok, Tysinni, Rowen, Sophie, and the wolf pack… I –must- return to … to… Gwen… Brina… Ranok… Tysinni………. Rowen….. Sophie… and the pack… I must return to …’ she continues thinking about this as much as possible, but her mind slowly continues to pull the memories back, as though she were being pulled away from those she cared for by creatures of shadowy darkness, though she would fight and reach in vain. Soon a great pain ripples through both her body and her soul and she releases a deep low growl of pain, as her skin begins to grow darker. ‘I must…. I must… Wait…-What- must I do? I… Can’t remember any more…’ as she thinks of this a tear trails down her face, mingling with the blood from her lip and freezing before it can fall off. As she tries to remember faces the only thing her mind seems to be allowing in are the memories of her at the gallows, Vuryal’s words, Lared sacrifice, when she bit Vuryal’s hand, then… ‘Wait…’ she thinks, as she thoroughly goes over biting the Time Lord’s hand, drawing his foul tasting and smelling blood; how it slightly made her mouth burn. The child mutters a few choice words at this, and then thinks ‘I am a fool… What –have- I done?... Very well then… I must pay for my stupidity… Let it be known that I never lied when I spoke of being a monster…’ After she thinks these words she slowly reaches towards the collar that was about her neck. One that Vuryal had magically placed about her; the Slave Collar of Archmosia. “Remove it, and you will die.” The Time Lord’s exact words. The child’s pale spindly fingers are at the collar, but then she thinks; ‘No! I not die, I not quite! Family will figure it out… I hope.’ And she puts her bloody fingered hand back to her arm. Finally she thinks about the last time she saw him, Jolie’s punishment, and afterwards back within the cell. He had promised not to harm her if Jolie’s clan won the war. Had he truly known that –this- would be here true fate? Or didn’t he? Niawtu was far from certain about the truth. The child then seems to slowly stop fighting as she thinks ‘He must had planned this… The whole time… I so tired… Not want to fight any more…’ the child then seems to release herself a bit, giving in to the pains that ripped through her; the pains that ripped her very soul and all her purity apart. She closes her eyes, beginning to fall asleep from so much pain and exhaustion, and she hears herself say ever so lightly “I must obey Time Lord Vuryal…” And; almost as though something knew that she, the Niawtu everyone so dearly sought to protect and keep away from all evil, was vanishing; directly after this thought, her diamond hairpin falls out of her soft, pure white hair and hits the hard, unforgiving floor with a loud clack. And, despite the hardness of the stone, a crack shoots through it; a reflection of her soul….


Background 2

After a few days of Niawtu being held within the prisoners quarters by Vuryal the Timelord, Niawtu starts going through a horribly painful change. After a while Vuryal chooses to introduce this new version of Niawtu to the public eye, whether they like it or not.

Vuryal's Announcement

Vuryal encroaches upon this area with silenced footfalls, floating more or less as he gains the higher ground by taking the gallows here. "Time for something special, peasants..."

Vzaselic is quite relieved when no attack comes forth, giving her the time needed to finish her spell and release the earth's hold on her legs. Not that she'll let on that she's free. Not yet. In fact, unless Mesdoram's looking down at her legs or listening for the sound of the ground cracking around her imprisoned limbs, it might very well look like she's still held fast. "You want a name, do you?" she asks, an idea suddenly coming to her. "Very well. Back her great sword goes, like a stick-ball player readying to swing at a pitch. "Cyris!" she cries, yet again calling on her god, drawing upon his power to create a sword of holy energy right in front of Mesdoram that mimics the very pose of its metal counterpart. When she swings, so does it, the holy blade cleaving out at the drow's chest. Then, and only then, does Vzaselic extract herself from the ground and hoping beyond hope that her magical brand found its mark.

Kuzial said to Vuryal, "Who are you calling a peasant?"

Vuryal said, "You all are, compared to the Emperor."

Kuzial snorts in disgust as he stares at Vuryal. "You are Emperor of Kelay? I hardly think so."

Gwenilyn is on her way home when she comes upon a gathering of souls in front of the Tavern. The fae halts her progress, trying to determine the reason for the gathering.

Kuzial shifts his gaze to briefly regard Vzaselic and her sword. He would remember her for later.

Vuryal grins down towards the lively one. "I care not what you think or what you do. Cross me or my ilk and you will be nothing more than a puddle of puss from a sore popped off of a horse's ass."

Vuryal shouted, "Peasants! I invite you to come witness evolution in the making!"

Kuzial returns the grin with one of his own. "Cross me and mine, and there won't be enough bodies left for you to flee to, Emperor."

Gwenilyn frowns softly as a shout resounds around the area. Evolution? Doubtful.

A loud clap of thunder is heard followed by a swift wind rushing against your face as something unnatural seems to have taken hold of this land at the moment...

Vuryal shouted, "Turn your eyes upon my latest creation! *and with that, a loud clap of thunder is heard as the atmosphere gets really chilly in front of Kelay Tavern*"

Shalamar coming up the path she stops seeing the gathering of people along with seeing her fellow drows. moving off to the side near them she stops to wait and watch.

Gwenilyn turns her face to the side, auburn tresses whipping out behind her. The clap of thunder makes the fae jump slightly and raise her sapphire orbs skyward. The look on her features is extremely troubled.

Vuryal shouted, "I present a wraith! *points towards Niawtu* The evolution of your pathetic species to something greater than you can even imagine."

Kuzial continues to lean against the tavern. He scoffs at the fiend's words, but doesn't otherwise speak.

Niawtu looks out amongst the large crowd; her hair is thiner than usual, her skin is a light and ashy grey, and her usually bright silver eyes are now the color of gray stone. The child is also missing the butterfly hairpin she would usually wear. Her eyes look the tiniest bit emotionless.

Amenia coming out of the tavern she quickly moving towards the side her hands slightly on her stomach she moves within the shadows to watch.

Mesdoram sneers at Vzaselic's pride, himself feeling quite foolish for his somewhat mercy approach to this situation. The magik sword hovers dangerously near Mesdoram form, mocking the drow's unintended act of kindness. Pitted with rage, the spell blade swings his own enchanted blade to meet with the floating energy: however, no contact is made nor intended. The sorcery from Mesdoram causes a wall of earth to form infront of his body, these pillars arising from the ground beneath his form. Vzaselic's summon proves to quite the power as the demolishes quite easily through the obstacle with seemly little effort. Bits of rubble and debris shower over the drow, providing a dusty veil to settle over him. This shroud, however, is cleared almost instantly as Vuryal's gales sweeps it away. At the moment, Mesdoram keeps a watchful eye towards Vzaslic but pay more mind to Vuryal's presence,

Lynette slipped into the area to figure out what the commotion was about but stayed in the back ground of things.

Hanan poking her head out of the tavern, with a bottle in hand as usual. She picked the wrong day to visit Kelay, that's for damn sure. "The hell?"

Gwenilyn :: Sudden anger blossoms in the fae's eyes. For there is her sister! The fae whispers to herself, 'Oh Nia.....'

Aatos grins at the child. Truly this is masterpiece. Not being a mage by any stretch of the imagination, he is impressed, mesmerized even. Brown orbs take in the creature, thick fingers brushing through his dense beard.

Dark and forbidding clouds gather over Kelay Way, as a biting cold wind blows down the village's high street causing the temperature to severely drop. The sounds of maniacal laughter rings through the local Forests's, interrupted only by the low rolling of thunder. A dread aura fills the area and unnatural abominations watch events outside the local tavern with fiendish delight as the Time Lord strikes once more...

Veriun came wandering in time to hear the Time Lords proclamation about the 'Wraith'. Looking up to the child with a mild air of curiousity. Studying her with his ever-analytic gaze. As if he could read her like she was a book. He stopped at a fair distance. Close enough to observe. Far enough to stay out of it.

Vzaselic doesn't even care that her attack has yet again failed to reach her target. Much as Mesdoram has turned his attention to Vuryal's arrival, so too does the paladin. She, however, removes herself from her more exposed position to go fail at concealing herself in the crowd. Rather hard to hide a woman who's well over six feet tall.

Vuryal walks closer towards Niawtu. "No longer is this a simple child. No longer is she bound to the futile life that you all lead. She is becoming something greater, more powerful than anything you can imagine. Just watch as she disappears before your very eyes!"

Niawtu || at Vuryals words the child then fades away, blending in with all her surroundings, as though she weren't there at all. She then, after a long moment reappears. She remains quiet, waiting to speak only on the chance that Vuryal would tell her to. And her eyes remain like two emotionless grey stones.

Amenia loking upon the child and what she is or has become she shakes her head it is a shame she thinks to herself that, that should happen to a child. hoping she can keep the same fate happening to hers down the road.

Athyaron blinks curiously as he overhears the Time Lord's proclamation, turning his gaze toward the child. Something seemed familiar about her...but he couldn't quite place it.

Tifra pads along the tree branches above Kelay Way almost unnoticable in all the unnatural upheaval with out her normal cloud of sparks.

Aatos claps his hands with glee, "Amazing! Bloody fascinating! How many more o' these do we get to see?"

Hanan said to Aatos, "Maybe he'll wraith a cat or something."

Gwenilyn told Niawtu, "*in her Alpha voice* Nia, you must fight what is happening. Fight as if your life depended on it, for it does. Remember love, remember family. Hold fast to the truth of who you are, my sister!"

Amenia at what hanan said to aatos she retreats farther into the shadows.

Tifra growls slow in the back of her throat as she watches

Gwenilyn :: The fae's eyes turn cloudy as she tries to hear avoice. Gwen's hands are clenched into fists at her side, her posture rigid.

Damian walking out the the tavern in curiosity as he noticed through an open window; a crowd gathering outside.

Vzaselic frowns. So this is the fate of those captured by this man? It's clear by the way her jaw tenses that the scene before her is not sitting well with her.

Aatos said to Hanan, "I'd love tah see it. An army o' these would be unstoppable. I'd gladly swear fealty to one so powerful. Imagine the change that is doubtlessly coming. I'm on board fer sure."

Mesdoram collects himself, sheathing his brand securely and places his fight with Vzaselic as an afterthought.

Kuzial turns his gaze to Vzaselic and sneers. "Do something about it." It seems he understood the look on her face.

Athyaron 's hand twitches ever so slightly as he finally recognizes the child, fingers just longing to grab his crossbow and send a shot directly at Vuryal. But even then, the ranger knew such action would land him in trouble with Leo, and he'd be running a fools errand thinking he could take on the Time Lord alone. Sighing he simply retreated back into the crowd somewhat, pulling his hood over his face.

Niawtu told Gwenilyn, "*Gwenilyn would feel a great shock, as though a large and heavy door was slammed in her face. Niawtu's voice does not return her command.*"

Gwenilyn 's head snaps back, as if hit hard by something unseen. Eyes clear, to be filled with tears, her cheeks suddenly pale, shoulders slumped.

Hanan said to Aatos, "Hey." She takes a quick swig of her bottle before continuing. "Look at her eyes. You want that to happen to you? Because I don't think he just wants fealty."

Vuryal said, "The evolution of Hollow's simpletons has begun, as you can see. The power to evade your most primitive of eye sights, for you all cannot kill what you cannot see. Powers of darkness line this little one's soul, yearning to be released upon whomever I tell her to destroy. You now have reason to fear the shadows that creep behind you..."

Veriun said to Aatos, "Unstoppable? You have yet to see what it can do, and still bestow such a title? Fading from View is not all that uncommon."

Aatos nods at Hanan's words, "Aye that. But given the choice of that er death, I reckon that'd be better. I'm bound fer Hell in a hand basket. Might as well get mah brith ticket's worth before I burn."

Hanan she glanced to the side, then lowered her voice.

Hanan whispered something to Aatos.

Aatos said to Veriun, "Eh? Might wanna be careful how yah speak here. Yeh might find yerself becomin' one 'o them soon enough."

Niawtu cocks her head as she looks out upon the crowd, it is an eerie look she gives towards them. Her eyes looked to Gwen, as if there was some remembrance but they soon trail away to move amongst the crowd further.

Ryeanna reaches into her purse and pulls out her opera glasses to take a look at at Niawtu.

Aatos whispered something to Hanan.

Tysinni tries to lock gazes with Niawtu, her jaw clenched with anger. What had that monster done to the poor little wolf girl?

Veriun said to Aatos, "this I did not deny."

Gwenilyn does her best to catch and hold's Nia's gaze, but to no avail. Pure hatred bubbles up as she looks now to the Time Lord.

Vuryal fades from view, his body bursting into a blizzard only to sweep itself into the crowd, reforming the fiend's body in a chilling moment of time. "Think of the power you could have if you choose to become one... Endless black upon your soul. The ability to seep into shadows and never be seen as you slay your prey without them putting up a fight. Forever walking the realms as a being of unrivaled ability. All you have to do is ask..." he lets drift into the night. He walks towards Hanan, his gleaming crimson eyes almost piercing into her soul as he rattles off, "All you have to do is ask..."


A Fools Game

Tifra moves to just above Vuryal and flexes her claws she is no one nothing she has no ties to any that can not be broken and she liked that frost furred cub. No one should be allowed to harm cubs not even the time lord.

Lynette shivers slightly from the sight and hides behind the backs of others to keep out of view of the main people in the center of the crowd.

Aatos said to Veriun, "Then yeh might wanna bow yer head like the rest and keep in line. I imagine that thar TIme Lord don't take well to doubts 'o his power eh?"

Hanan whispered something to Aatos.

Vzaselic shoots a glare at Kuzial. Cyris damn these drow showing up on the surface. "Silence yourself, drow."

Kuzial looks around the crowd with a contemptuous smirk on his face. He can feel their hatred of the Time Lord, he can sense their disgust at what he does. Yet none will rise to stop him corrupting the child.

Damian rushes through the crowd shoving eveyone off to the side. He then runs up to Vuryal and hands him a piece of parchment which reads "I wish to become one and join your ranks."

Aatos whispered something to Hanan.

Roytoc slowly progresses through the crowd from the west, his dark Drow armor gleaming somewhat in the sun, his hair was in a loose ponytail and it swerved this way and that with his slight movements. He knew what was going on, and he had arrived just in time from Vailkrin to see what the events of today foretold. He was hidden somewhat inconspicuously in the crowd, though he still had a good view to see everything.

Ryeanna politely nudges Tiphareth and offers him a look through her glasses.

Hanan took another angry swig of her rum. The kid was already corrupted, and she didn't know her anyway. Rynvale. That's where the fight was. She eyed the drow, brows low.

Kuzial turns briefly to Vzaselic and smirks again, contempt written all over his face. "All of a sudden you find your voice? Pathetic. I will come for you later. You will suffer." That said, he looks back at Vuryal.

Tifra drops from about thirty feet up with her claws out not even bothering with her bow.

Hanan whispered something to Aatos.

Amenia shaking her head the feline was foolish in approaching the time lord in the manner that she did that was for sure.

Kuzial flashes the pirate, Hanan, a sneering smile, but soon returns his gaze to the action.

Veriun sends a glance towards the Lich and the elder drow before returning his attention to the Fiend, aparently more intrested in the parasite itself then it's creation for the moment.

Aatos whispered something to Hanan.

Vzaselic doesn't say a word in response. She won't let the drow know she exhausted her ability to call on Cyris for now with that last spell. She refuses to let herself look weaker than she already does in his eyes.

Niawtu looks at Tifra swiftly and lets out a low, protective growl, making ready to attack at Vuryal's words. Her eyes were still emotionless, but her voice sounded threatening as any adult lycan.

Hanan rolled her eyes, but her body language wasn't so nonchalant. Her shoulders are taut as drums beneath that long blue coat. "I agree with you on her. Too stupid to live."

Gwenilyn told Niawtu, "*though the result may be the same, Gwen will continue to hammer on that"door", demanding entrance* Nia! Nia, I know~ you can hear me! Hold fast to the sound of my voice. I love you sister! I love you!"

Aatos sneers at Tifra, yelling out, "Keep a hot rock in Hell saved fer me! I better not have tah sit in tha hot coals!”

Roytoc looked around in the crowd, he viewed people he knew, and only one or two he didn't, he didn't nod to any though, merely watching the situation around him, the different dilemmas. His eyes lingered a long time on Nia, he was supposed to train the small girl, and now this, what a stranger thing, if not horrible. He adjusted his cuirass' strap and continued to watch, his thoughts varying among things.

Niawtu told Gwenilyn, " *she'll feel a slight give to this 'door' and a shudder of remembrance* G...Gwen? *Her words are faint, and suddenly it feels like the child is pulled back into the darkness once more*"

Vuryal smirks within the darkened shadows that shroud his face like a moonless night. The feline ranger has no idea what is about to happen to her nimble and fragile self. Nonchalantly, the TimeLord raises his staff, the amber stone at its end flashing brilliantly for a brief second, sparkling within the sun's beams before all hell breaks lose. Above the fiend's head, molecules of oxygen and nitrogren begin to collapse, imparting their extreme heat upwards in a horrific chain of events that sprawls out towards Tifra. In seconds, molecular decay is visible to those present as is the extreme heat of the bonding between atoms breaking. The feline would have little exit away from the heat scorching and charring her pretty little kitty flesh while atomic fission yearns to feast itself upon the remains of this foolish hero. "Simpleton..." he bellows in the process, his eyes still affixed to the crowd's faces, caring little for the demise of the one overhead.

Tifra snarls softly all she is really trying to do is fet her hands on Vuryal just one touch she knows that her magic might not work on him but it is the only thing she has that might and she is not going to let this pass with out at least a try if not... her heart beats faster at what she my have to do. She can't undo what has been done. What chouce then...

Sophie moves towrards her sister Gwenilyn a outs a comforting hand on the Fae's shoulder, her expression grave saying nothing.

Lynette looked closer at the child and realized that she too was a lycan just like herself. The young feline shifted slightly to her other foot realizing that something had happened to this child that didn't seem natural. She arrived to late to find out exactly what had happened but realize that the powerful man was the one involved in it. She took another step back running into the drow that had shown up earlier. She flinches some and gives a quick apology. It was given from her attire that she wasn't from here and had been traveling for a while now.

Sophie said to Vuryal, "Lord Vuryal Please, I beg you, do not slay Tifra."

Gwenilyn told Niawtu, "*hope lends Gwen strength as she calls out, hammering for all she is worth. In addition, rainbow magic swirls visibly, attempting to seep through any possible cracks or crevices to reach Gwen's sister* Aye, Nia, tis Gwen. Hold onto to me, sweeting. I am here. I will not leave you alone, I promise! *such love and strength in that Alpha voice......*"

Niawtu relaxes as she sees Vuryal's movements... And a smirk, a cruely wicked and eerie smirk appears on the child's features! As her white bangs hang over her left eye she looks upon this with such a cruel appearance! For all who knew who she was supposed to be, the child hates people dying and being harmed... But this... This was not her correct self... As she stands there a wave of black fog seems to move underneath her skin, the skin growing the slightest bit grayer.

Niawtu told Gwenilyn, "*the door seems to be trying to push her away further, and once the black fog rolls under Nia's skin the door suddenly slams shut even harder, and one would see a black forcefield protecting the door. Gwen might hear her name, as though it were blown in the wind*"

Tifra deep green flames invelip her and her eyes seam to glow with them as she shockingly passes through un scathed healed as fast as she is burned her calm unwavering.

Roytoc patted the woman on the shoulder and nodded, not caring that she had bumped into him, "It's fine," He mumbled, not taking his eyes from the scene before him, things were falling into place for some mastermind, though many were feeling the consequences. Nia, she seemed to be lost from the world now.

Gwenilyn might feel Sophie's hand on her shoulder, though her gaze is far away. The concentration on the fae's features is formidable, blinding her to all except the one she is trying to reach. However a hand does slowly raise to place itself over Sophie's hand. Perhaps a need for comfort or strength in that touch.

Hanan blinks a few times at Tifra, then turns back to Aatos. "How many is it again? Nine? Then this'll be over eventually."

Tysinni stares transfixed at the events unfolding on state. Her attention wavers between Nia and how strangely she acted and a feline attacking Vuryal. The thief wasn't stupid enough to attack when she had no chance of success, she would bide her time until it was the appropriate moment to act.

Vuryal feels the continued presence of a kitten above him, eerily as that may seem. "A woman above me, and I'm not even in bed..." he mutters to no one in particular as he raises his staff one more. Instantly, the staff polymorphs into a large trident, its cruel metal spikes now reaching up to impace the kitten upon it. He then speaks towards Sophie, "I will do whatever I want, poppet."

Ryeanna shakes her head at the display a tiny hint of an emotion appearing in her otherwise deadened eyes,it could have been regret for what semed like a life thrown foolishly away.

Lynette watched what was going on beside the male before moving slightly behind him and to the side. She knew that the man in front of them had powers she had never seen before and she would rather he keep his wrath on the feline rather then herself.

Hans pops his head out of the time mage's bonfire, “ye fergot te add de bite lad!”

Gwenilyn grunts and doubles over, as if hit hard in the solar plexus. Hands are placed on her knees n order to brace herself. Sapphire orbs are filled with pain and anger as she looks from Nia to the parasite and back again.

Morvious sits before his queen and spectates the marvels bestowed before him.

Tifra reaches down and nockes the trident aside her claws out and ready.

Niawtu begins to ignore the fight as her eyes skimmed the crowd, eerily once more. Every so often her eyes would whip back to Gwenilyn, for the fae continued to try to speak to her wolf sister, but then they would begin to move about again. The fae's attempts were becoming useless. Soon she looks back upon the Time Lord waiting and watching for death to come.

Sophie lowers her tear filled eyes dejectedly, Sophie wishes she could try to save her feline friend, but to interfere would surely be certain death.

Vuryal disappears from view, slinking into the ground like a pool of black blood, only to dissipate and reemerge near Niawtu, far, far away from Tifra's ill-chosen landing spot. "Enough games. Unless you wish to see the full extent of my power, peasants, join me. Join me or die." And with that, Niawtu and Vuryal disappear into the mist that quickly envelopes all of this area.

In Nia's Cell

Vuryal appears inside the quarters of his prisoner, his gaze squarely upon her shifting form as he grins within the confines of his own shadows. "Coming along nicely, poppet. Very nicely."

Niawtu looks upon her master and says, with a bit of an emotionless tone, yet a smirk on her face. "Yes, master... I believe that feline was quite the fool to attack someone with your strength and magical prowess, oh Time Lord." one would notice her butterfly hair clip lying beside the bed on the cold, hard floor. There is a crack streaked through the gem.

Vuryal waves a dismissive hand towards the thoughts of the brief attempt on his life. "How are you adjusting to the transition? Much pain?"

Niawtu says, quite plainly "There is some pain, master. But it was worse the night previously, when it first began..." Her voice has the sound of ice and silver bells, rather than her old normal voice. She then decides it would be prudent to tell him something "Master, a fae was trying to speak through my mind. Is this something to worry about?" she frowns a bit at the thought of the foolish fae.

Vuryal pauses. "What was her name?"

Niawtu looks as though she is reaching into her old memories and says, her voice phasing back to her old voice momentarily "Gwenilyn, the healer" when she mentions the name her eyes begin to shift back to their normally silvery tone, showing that she must be one of the sisters she mentioned days before, but this soon fades and goes back to as it was.

Vuryal shakes his head. "Not far enough along yet, poppet. Give it a few more days..." he says, his voice trailing off as he remembers other items that need addressed.

Niawtu nods and simply says "Yes, master." she seemed as though she would do anything he said, though it seemed clear that she still did it questioningly.

Vuryal said, "Now, rest. Your body needs it."

Vuryal disappears from view as his words trail off.

Niawtu told Gwenilyn, "*a voice seems to creep past the door* Sister *the voice has an eerie sound to it and is like a ghost speaking* watch your back….. everywhere.... *the voice then fades away as the message is given, the door closing... Possibly forever*"

Gwenilyn told Niawtu, "*Her sister reaches out quickly to grasp something of her sister and hold on tight, but to no avail. A raw scream issues forth, full of rage and despair*"


The Next Day

Niawtu was told to rest, and so she would. But during her rest she experiances the sounds of odd noises, and the pain of her pure soul continually being pulled apart and replaced by inky darkness

The sounds of construction are easily noticed as they are quite loud upon the island of Rynvale.

Not long after the construction noises are heard, Niawtu shouted, *a shriek of pain pierces the air, it has the sounds of icy hollowness and can only be described as someone’s entire soul being torn apart. The voice sounds like that of Nia's, and it also has a sound of the pain of losing her most precious of memories. After the scream fades, it would still have the affect of seeming to echo across the lands and within one's ears.*

A low rumble can be heard coming from deep below the Xalious mountains. The earth trembles as something stirs below...

Niawtu sits in bed, going over and over through her head the rhyme that she's created until it is carved into her mind when she hears a good deal of commotion

A large growl is heard, something hideous erupting to life in the northern plains of Rynvale.

A clap of thunder echoes across the realm, reaching from the mountains of Craughmoyle to the seas of Rynvale. Behind it, a voice is heard, resonating into each ear that can hear its mighty call. "Tomorrow... Another one will die unless someone from 'the list' is brought to me..."

Upon the northern plains of Rynvale, a mighty beast has been unleashed. In its wake, it leaves a gift. Does one dare try to claim it?

Vicious shrieking breaks the peace and quiet of Kelay and the skies begin to darken as the silhouettes of no less than twelve mighty wingspans eclipse the golden light of the sun. Locals look up to gaze upon a flight of black scaled ancient dragons soar down from the mountains of Xalious bellowing their malevolent fury as they do so. The dragons cry out as their inner rage bubbles fourth after millennia of hibernation, they flap their leathery wings to propel themselves through the sky blasting dust and dirt up towards the heavens, forming a cloud that seems to tear the air from the lungs of those below. Within moments the ancient beasts create an impressive v formation and glide out across the plains before reaching the open sea, the terrific force of the dragons gliding so close to the ocean sends waves tumbling towards the costal defences of Rynvale and Cenril before they rise majestically into the sky above the high elf city before seeming to dive right into the city like a dozen falling stars. Before hitting the ground however the saurian beasts shriek once more spreading far amongst the inhabitants and gliding harmlessly over the cities wondrous towers heading north towards the home of the TimeLord.

Leoxander shouted, "Be quiet, all of you. Pack, you know what to do."

Mahri shouted, "~A howl rips through the forest, calling each and every wolf within hearing to gather. Twice the beta calls on the run to the heart of the fog forest~"

Araina shouted, "~An answering call is heard from the north~"

Niawtu shouted, "*Nia's voice echos across the land, it is a truly chilling voice that is spoken in a most creepy, eerie, and taunting manner*"King or queen, Preist or knight. All are equal in our sight! Drow, Dandy, Healer, fool. None escape Death's final rule! Merchant, Lycan, Blacksmith, Thief. Rich or poor, all come to grief! The time has come to make amends. Judgement day upon these lands!" *After the eerie words are spoken an even eerier child's laugh follows it swiftly, echoing out across the lands*"