A New Path, A New Day

[Phelan]

[glow=blue,10,300]( This is contiued from the Dark Home Coming Thread )[/glow]
Phelan wondered if this was a good idea. Well you got start talking to people sometime and you have already talked to her today, so maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. Phelan bowed after he smiled at her, hoping not to recieve a knife in the back

[Kalysta]

Her wand glowing and dagger drawn, Kalysta let out a small scream as the delf she had met earlier dropped down in front of her.

"Are you crazy?!?!" she yelled, pushing him backwards, "You're lucky I didnt slit your throat."

"Funny enough, thats what I was thinking.." he said, smirking at her.

Kalysta couldnt help but smile, just a little. He was, after all, a welcome interuption from the monotony of traveling alone as she had been doing for so long now.

"And where is that pet of yours? The one you call Gaien?" she asked mockingly, the smile dropping from her face as she sees his unmasked sadness at the mention of his now departed friend.

"We agreed to travel to our own ends." he said in a tone that told her this conversation was off limits.

Not one to ignore a sign, Kalysta quickly changed the subject.

"So why are you following me?" she asked coyly, "Or is this a habit? Following girls who once robbed you."

"Only the ones who have taken my heart, kitten." he jokes with her, noticing the slight reddish hue growing in her cheeks.

"The name is Kalysta, not kitten," she said, trying to disguise her embarassment, "I mean, you had asked, didnt you?"

"Yes I-" his answer was cut short by a noise to their left in the underbrush a ways off.

"Follow me." she whispers, barely audible.

With poise and grace, she leaps up into the canopy overhead, and notices Phelan, still in the clearing below, listening. At the last moment, he throws himself behind a rock, and waits.

Two men, followed by a black haired delf stroll into the clearing.

"I heard a noise over this way," the delf says, crashing through a bush mere inches from Phelan's upturned face.

"There is no one here, Marius." the first man says in an annoyed tone. "He must have headed north with that human elf friend of his."

"But i can smell him here... im sure of it." Marius says, wrinkling his nose in disgust, "And the stench of the tramp he picked up along the way."

As they moved slowly to the other side of the clearing, Phelan motioned to Kalysta. They would attack on the count of three.

(to be continued once ive had some time to think lol)

[Phelan]

Phelan sat crouched behind the rock looking up at Kalysta, he smiled at her and motioned to the men and they messed up his face in confusion.

She returned the same gesture and facial expression followed by a shrug. Phelan had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.

Phelan tried to listen to determine how far away they where, the were moving across the clearing very quietly, he couldn't tell the distance. Oh well he thought and then locked eyes with Kalysta once more.

He held up his fist, he began counting on his hand, one....two.... after he held up his second finger he smiled wide and flipped up on the rock, laughing, we landed with his back to his opponents.

" Gentleman, do we have business together?" Phelan said as he turned around, he relaxed his muscles waiting to spring into action.

Phelan felt the throb in his shoulder, he knew that he shouldn't have asked questions, but he couldn't reconcile himself with the fact that they seemed to be looking for him.

Had someone recognized him in Neriak after all? Maybe this was one of the Delfs that took part in the destruction of his house.

They were also looking for Kalysta, interesting he thought to himself. They also knew of Gaien, Phelan felt a pang of sorrow and hoped that Gaien was ok.

Oh well he thought to himself, it is a new path and a new day. I will take what comes to me head on.

he put his left hand behind his back and held up two fingers hoping that Kalysta would wait...

Phelan looked to the Delf that walked with the men.

" I told you he was here, that he didn't leave with his human. " He told the other two as he locked eyes with Phelan.

"You know" Phelan said " I am a little tired of being accused of having a human. Did you ever think that maybe I was his Delf?" Phelan laughed hysterically, I hope this works he thought.

" He must be mad " one of the men said. After that comment Phelan held up his third finger and crouched to spring on his opponents. He leaped from the rock at the Delf he saw that he wouldn't reach him, Phelan tucked before he hit the ground and rolled back up in a run straight for the man.

Phelan was completely focused on the fight now and his target was the Delf. He sincerly hoped Kalysta could handle the other two, but Phelan wanted some answers. I have to close the distance before he gets he sword out from his belt.

Phelan saw the Delf begin to draw his sword, Phelan kick his foot out and intercepted the hilt keeping the sword firmly in it's sheath. The Delf reached for Phelan's wrist, Phelan smiled and let him. Phelan then whipped into motion he stepped back and pivoted allowing the over zealous Delfs momentum carry him around and at the last second Phelan crouched sweeping the wrist that the Delf held low, The Delf obiviously no novice to hand to hand combat knew that if was in his best intrest to go with it and flipped into a roll, letting go of Phelans wrist.

Phelan closed the distance once again waiting for the moment. Waiting for the opportunity to strike. Phelan put his hand out again trying to goad the Delf into taking his bait, he did, Phelan repeated the move that he had just completed with the same results.

"what do you want with me?" Phelan asked the Delf.

Seeing that no response was forth coming Phelan sighed, he didn't want to hurt him, he watched as the Delf advanced once again...

(hey Kal, let me know if you want anything changed)

[Kalysta]

As Phelan fights, Kalysta slowly lowers herself down to the ground just behind the two men. Being so involved with the fight before them, the two dont notice until its too late that the girl has them right where she wants them.

A dagger to one's back brings him down instantly, and - as the other turns to face her, sword raised high above his head, she smoothly pulls the dagger around in a wide arc sending his head flying back, barely attached, in a rushing spray of blood.

Turning now, Kalysta notices Phelan and Marius circling eachother slowly, each armed and awaiting the other's move.

"Marius," she growls, "I should have known..."

"Look, Princess," Marius sneers, "My business here is not with you.. at least not today.." smirking, he twirls his sword in his hand, holding it up to eye level. "Its with him." he says coldly, pointing its shiny steel tip at Phelan.

"Pity, i should like to have been able to tell father I killed you with my own hand... as it is, i will let my companion have his justice." she hissed back.

"Kalysta, I dont understand." Phelan whispered, barely audible.

"You will..." she said reassuringly, "But for now, Marius, you are outnumbered..."

As she stepped forward, even with Phelan leaving no room for Marius to escape, the delf fell to the ground cowering and pleading for his life.

"Y-You cant really mean to kill m-me? K-Kalysta..." he whined, now visibly afraid, "Y-You... you know your father will see me a-avenged."

"Maybe so, but he'll have to find us before we find him." Kalysta sneered watching as the sniveling Marius, now standing and slowly backing away bumps into a tree.

Turning to flee, Marius is struck dead by Phelan's blade, having been thrown through the air, now sticking between his shoulders as he lay on the ground.

"So what was that all about?" Phelan asked "and why is it i get the feeling you know more than you're willing to tell me, kitten."

"That was my father's right hand man, and they(motioning to the two men now marinating in a ever growing pool of their own blood) are his hired hands." she answered shortly, with audible disgust in her voice.

"Yes, yes - but why are they after me? I mean, no offense, kitten, but its not like I have done anything to your father...." Phelan said, hiding his annoyance at not knowing what was happening.

"If you only knew..." she whispered back, more to herself than Phelan.

Taking that as his hint, the pair walked on in silence, both lost in their own thoughts, neither aware of the shadowy figure who stalked them from a distance.

(Take it away Phel, no real plans from here to Neriak, so if u want to write some more stuff in feel free - just dont use the shadowy figure plz)

[Phelan]

Phelan walked next to Kalysta, but not really even noticing anything she was doing. He walked in a daze of inward contemplation. What do they want with me? What does Kalysta's Father want with me? Why did that Dark Elf, Marius, look so familar. Phelan thought to himself as he walked.

He was inevitably drawn back to his nightmare from the night before, watching his house and his family destroyed. As he repeated the scene in his head his fist clenched around the hilts of his swords unconciously, rage welling up inside of him. Then he realized that is where he had seen Marius before, he was one of the soilders in his dream. How could that be? How could I could know that, I wasn't even there. He thought to himself.

Then as he repeated the scene over and over, as rage welled inside of him he used it to push away the pain, the pain of having to leave, the pain of never really knowing he family. He remembered the raspy voice in his head, "you are mine and you are marked as such." Then the meniacal laughing. Phelan seethed, he belonged to no one, he followed his own will.

His stomach brought him out of his fog, he looked to Kalysta who looked to still be gripped in her own thoughts. He put a hand on her shoulder not wanting to startle her, she shuddered and grabbed his hand.

Phelan made no move to intercept as she grabbed his hand from her shoulder. She then seemed to be back to reality and let his hand fall.

Phelan didn't ask any questions though, he had enough to think about. He looked into her eyes and his problems disapeared momentarliy.

"Why have we stopped?" She asked finally

"I need to eat, I thought we could stop for a bit. A break would be welcome no? " He said to her.

Phelan didn't wait for an answer he took off his pack and departed into the woods. He came back a short while later with his cloak filled with nuts and berries. Kalysta raised an eyebrow in puzzlement at him.

" If we build a fire it will be easy to spot, this will suffice for now. We can eat well tonight. "

Kalysta didnt' say anything while they ate, neither did Phelan. He didnt' know what to say, He didnt' know where to start.

He finished eating first and decided that he would wash himself a bit. Phelan took off his chain mail, and his leather and padding beneath it. His chest glistened in the sunlight as rinsed himself with the water from his water jug. He froze as he noticed a marking on his chest, that had never been there before. It was two red swords crossing each other, blades pointed down. Phelan ran his fingers over it, it was completely smooth. Phelan quickly gathered his wits about him and contiued what he was doing.

He slowly unwrapped the bandage that covered his wounds. He picked up of his swords and held it over his left shoulder blade, turning his head so he could see the wound in the reflection. He needed to clean it out, he had broken it open, in his fight earlier.

He did his best trying to wash it himself, gritting his teeth as fumble around the wound. Then suddenly he felt a soft touch and a wet piece of cloth dabbing at the wound. He looked behind him to see Kalysta washing the wound.

"thank you" he said to her as she finished

She didn't say anything she just locked eyes with him for a moment and smiled briefly. She then rewrapped the bandage about him. Phelan bowed to her when it was back on and began donning his armor.

Before long they were walking side by side again toward the mountains that marked thier home. Phelan ran through several conversations in his head but couldn't find the right words to start it.

He shrugged and decided that he would just ask, but at an opportune time. He glanced at Kalysta who again seemed to slipped back into her own thoughts.

[Phelan]

Again Phelan walked in silence, next to Kalysta, but not sure if he was with her. Phelan wanted to know what business her Father had with him. Phelan was begining to think that maybe it was her Father that had ordered the destruction of his house.

Those thoughts ultimately brought Phelan back to his nightmare from the night before, thinking about the unexplained mark on his chest and the echoing of the raspy voice rining in his mind "you are mine and are marked as such."

A rage gripped him, he would have his revenge. Who ever destroyed his house would pay dearly. Phelan's hands shook visibly as he gripped the hilts of his short swords. His eyes narrowed, showing only blood red slits and a wicked grin crawled on to his face. He picked up the pace, he wanted to be in Neriak this night.

After a bit the rage subsided and he wanted answers to his questions.

" So kitten " he said to Kalysta as they walked. " Tell me why your Father is sending his men after me? And tell me why we are out to kill your Father? "

( Alright Kal your up )

[Kalysta]

"You do deserve an explanation.." she started.

Reaching into her small bag, Kalysta removes a large black book imprinted with her families crest - two ravens circling a silvery full moon, it being broken only by the howling wolf imprinted in shadow on the moon. Opening it, and turning the pages carefully, she begins to speak.

"In this tome, my family has kept records of every major event that has befallen it in the last thousand years or more." she smirked at him, "If its an answer you want, its bound to be in here."

Flipping slowly, but with purpose, she stops on a page with small script scribbled passionately on it. Small flecks of blood had dried there, also, causing a slightly spotted effect on the yellowed and aged page. Kalysta took a deep breath and began to read.

"I met the most lovely woman in the market earlier today. Her hair as black as the raven's wing, and a face as fine as a million stars. She has beauty reminiscent of my late angel, Gwenithe. Unfortunately, she belongs to another..."

"Every day for the last year I have sent to her home, gifts of the finer things in life. Things her husband could never afford for her, and yet - she denies me her heart, pleading her son needs his family. Perhaps if there were no family to worry for, she may come to me freely..."

Here, Kalysta paused. Looking into Phelan's eyes, she searched for a sign she should continue, and found none. He looked as though the wind had been sucked from his chest, his eyes glassy and pooled with tears.

"A-are you ok?" she asked, reaching out to touch his arm.

"It was him." he said through clenched teeth, the rage renewing itself in its intensity.

"How long have you known?" he asked, not once looking at her.

"I-I didnt know, I mean, I knew of the story, Phel, but surely you dont believe- you cant think I knew about this..." Kalysta stammered in disbelief.

"I cant take any chances, Kalysta, Im sorry." he said, his use of her name not lost on her in the least.

With that, he grabbed only his weapons and his armor and ran into the night, leaving her standing there in shock.

Hours went by, and at first, Kalysta was certain he had only gone to hunt and blow off some of his anger. But as the sky lightened and the moon sunk ever lower into the horizon, she knew in her heart he wasnt coming back.

"Are you surprised, child?" a hollow voice rang from behind her.

Frozen to her spot, Kalysta knew the voice which spoke to her.

"Father..." she whispered.

"Yes, and not a moment too soon, it would seem..."

Crossing to stand before her, the Defiler looked at his child with no expression on his face.

"You did well against Marius, and though his death is a tragedy, it has shown me something even I knew not before - you are strong child." he smiled slightly before continuing, "And so here is my proposal. You will return home with me, forget this silly orphan of yours and once again begin to learn the dark arts."

"Or?" Kalysta asked defiantly.

"Or I shall kill you here where you stand and be rid of the whole affair." the Defiler finished.

Just than, a rustling above their heads causes the hair on Kalysta's neck to stand up. From the canopy overhead, Phelan leaps down - sword drawn and intent on the vengance he had sought for so long. As she approached the Defiler, the evil man laughed wickedly.

"You intend to stop me with that?" he sneers at Phelan, eyes never leaving his sword he motions with his hand.

Kalysta is whipped into a tree trunk and knocked unconcious. Phelan, unable to reach her and keep his eyes on his pray, regretfully chooses the latter, readying his sword for the fight and slowly closing the distance between the two of them.

In a fluid motion, the Defiler moves around Phelan, putting himself between the delf and his daughter. Muttering under his breath, the Defiler whispers a spell and a glowing blue light consumes him and his daughter.

"If you wish to see her alive again, I shall see you in Neriak." he laughs as the two of them disappear before Phelan's eyes.

(all you Phel)

[Phelan]

Phelan consumed with rage screamed, it was of no sound a living being could ever make, it was worse than the sound of ten dying men. Phelan fell to his knees with that scream. Phelan threw his sword in frustration at the tree and it sank in deep.

Phelan stood and retreived his sword from the tree. How could he defeat the Grand defiler? I am not strong enough, but I will not leave my house unavenged. Not too mention that it sounds as if though Kalysta's life may depend on me showing up. What do I care what happens to her, she lied.... No, No, she didn't know that it was my family at least not right away. I will go, be it my death or not I will go, Innorukk's hand guides me.
Phelan thought to himself.

"wait...I dont' have to defeat him, I will strip him of everyone I can. I dont' have to kill him, just those in his house. I will wisk Kalysta away, if she will come that is, if not, well...." Phelan spoke to himself letting his last thought hang in the air.

Rage welling inside of him he began to lose his control, he ran by instinct. Phelan ran, but he was no longer Phelan he was a beast, he was a prowling animal, moving silent though he ran full speed at Neriak.

Running for an hour brought him in sight of the gates. Can't be seen he thought, he turned to the south slightly and ran till the ramp was out of sight then he began climbing the mountain and traversed his way back across in front of the gate, silent as death he dropped behind the guards.

Phelan darted down the hall way flirting from shadow to shadow, in perfect stealth. Phelan avoided detection by the first set of merchants, he picked up speed and he ran down the ramp in stead of going around the cavern with the lake in the middle, Phelan threw him self into a graceful dive, entering the water with almost no splash.

Phelan swam swiflty rage still consuming him, giving him all the strength he needed to pull him and his armor through the icy water. Phelan saw that there was a person fishing where the entrance to the city was, moving swiftly but silently Phelan moved toward him sword drawn under the water.

The delf saw Phelan as he neared, he chuckled and offered Phelan a hand Phelan accepted it and plunged his sword in the Diaphram of the man with a wicked smile. Phelan eased the body into the icy water.

Phelan headed deeper into Neriak trying to think clearly but his mind clouded with rage...

[Phelan]

Phelan stalked through the back alley ways. Finally he had arrived at his destination. He slid the small knife up his sleeve, he was glad he had grabbed it off the corpse he threw in the water.

Phelan saw that there were undead guards around the place, but there were also some dark elves about as well. Phelan knew they would be waiting for him, he also knew that he could dispatch them easily enough.

Phelan had wanted to sneak in and kill everyone inside first utilizing the element of suprise, but he also knew he wouldn't be able to get by these guards undetected.

Phelan played the scene in his head again, his horrible nightmare, raspy voice and all. He felt the anger rise and slowly seep through him. When he opened his eyes there was an inner fire burning inside his gaze.

Phelan drew his short swords and sprang into action. His swords were nothing more than a blur, with a gleam and a flash here and there. Phelan tore through the undead guards with ease and quickly dispatched the Dark elves that were standing about outside.

Phelan thought about going in through a window, but decided there was little chance he would catch the Defiler off his guard.

Phelan pened the front door and walked inside. There before him in a robe of black stood the Defiler, clapping his hands.

"Well done my boy, well done. " The Defiler waved a dismisive hand at Phelan and said " You won't be needing those, you can put them away. "

When Phelan made no move to sheath his swords the Defiler smiled.

"You are mine and are marked as such, as I said you won't be needing those. " The Defiler said in a raspy voice, no thee raspy voice, from his dream Phelan realized.

Phelan's eyes widened and the Defiler laughed. Phelan snarled and meant to leap at him but round he was anchored in place, his chest, where the marking was wouldnt' let him move closer, he swang his swords out futiley.

Dread rushed through Phelan and gripped his heart. How could I have been so foolish?! d**n you Innorukk I am not ready to die yet. I want my vengance. He screamed in his mind....

( tag )

[Gaien]

(Keep it up you two, lets see where this goes )

[Kalysta]

"...and marked as such..."

Kalysta heard her father's voice ringing in her ears from some room above her. "He must have come looking for me.." she thought quietly to herself, refering to Phelan.

But what did father have planned? If he meant to kill the young man, he would have done so by now... he wasnt the kind to make mistakes.

"Time for some investigation of my own.." she whispered to the empty room.

Wrapping her hands in the linens from the cot on the floor, she stood on the only other piece of furniture, a small chair, and punched out the small window quietly as she could.

Though a few small shards of glass cut her hands and face, she managed to get it all out of the frame, leaving just enough room to slip through. As she did, she thought of Slyfoot, and the flight from this very room what now seemed like so long ago...

As she moved through the shadows behind the Lodge, she could hear her father and Phelan yelling at one another.

"At this point im sure he has him bound to some spot or other," she thinks, "after all, that's what I would do."

Knowing her actions may very well be the end of things for her, Kalysta slips cloaked in invisibility into the Lodge, the only real home she had ever known.

She finds her father and Phelan easily enough. Their shouts and the flood of people trying to escape what could inevitably be a duel of epic proportions giving away their location nicely, and uncloaks as she enters the room.

"Child, you will stay out of this!" her father demands, noticing her entrance and seething with rage, "It is none of your concern!"

"Yeah, kitten, you should go while you have the chance." Phelan said in a voice much too detached to be his own.

"Im NOT going anywhere and neither of you can change that...." she said defiantly, "and as for you -" she continued, glaring at her father, "You should be ashamed of what you have become! I read the tome, I know the history! Mother would be disgusted with your actions as of late father... as am I. Now let this man go, and we shall be on our way- or challenge me, and you shall see what power lies within your dear sweet girl."

At the mention of his dead wife, the Defiler lunged for her, hands knotted into tight fists he ran at her, meaning to choke the life from her lungs. He, however, hadnt counted on the blade she hid beneath her robes.

As he ran into her, wrapping his cold dead bony fingers around her throat, she used every inch of power still in her and brought the knife to his heart - stabbing him fatally.

The Defiler fell backward to the floor sputtering and staring in disbelief at the hilt of the jewel encrusted dagger he had given his daughter at her coming of age, sticking out of his chest.

As they watched, he began to laugh. Quietly at first, but than growing in volume as he lie dying.

"Y-you know *coughcough* Y-you know not what you ha-have d-done, child *coughcoughcough*" he whispered quietly.

As all movement stopped in her father, Kalysta stood and looked into Phelan's eyes.

"Thank you for saving me." he laughed.

"Yeah, just dont get too used to it." she said, smiling back.

As they turned to leave, a red mist suddenly rose from the body on the floor behind them and swirled in the air above them.

"What the-" Kalysta started to say but was quickly cut off by the mist swarming into her mouth and nose. For more than a moment, she was engulfed in the strange mist, unable to breath, and than suddenly - it was gone.

Phelan looked at her strangely, as if really seeing her for the first time since they had first met.

"What was that??" he said spinning back to the room to look for the mist which had now disappeared completely, "Are you ok?"

"I've never been better,' she purred, smiling and motioning him toward the door.

As he turned to lead the way out, he is struck with an emense pain in the back, close to where he had been struck before. Turning, his eyes first meet Kalysta's cold smile, and than - just before everything swam into black - the bloody dagger in her hand.

(Phel if u want to continue, you are now in the dungeon, and I am possessed by - well, ill leave that a surprise, lets just say Im not myself lol)

[Phelan]

::: drip...drip...drip...drip:::
That was the sound Phelan awoke to. Phelan was first aware of a warm liquid running down his back. Phelan's head spun, a sensation he was fast coming used to. The waves of nausea rolled over him as he tried to move. Only then did he realize that he was hanging from shackles.

Phelan tried to force his eyes open, but they wouldnt' respond. He couldn't hear much around him, but he didn't know if he could hear straight at the moment.

What happened? What did I do to her? Or was this all a ploy to lure me hear so she could kill her father and then me as well. I don't know why I even came here...I don't belong here... I guess I dont' have to worry about that anymore now do I? How long till I die from my wound? If it doesnt' bleed out it will surely be infected and spread through my body, a fitting death to a wretch like me. All these thoughts ran through his head and he wasnt' sure if he spoke them out loud or not. Phelan hung there limply awaiting his death....

[Slyfoot M'Zors]

Slyfoot drudged along the city walls of Nerriak, throwing nasty looks at those who showed any interest in her at all. “ I hate this city” She thought to herself. “ Alright, now where is that blasted wizard…the prison cell…right.” She walks out towards the deep prison vaults towards the heart of the city.

Then she stops and looks at the dead carnage surrounding one of the houses she had visited once before. “Kal….” She whispers to herself. “ Erg…Jwiz will have to wait, he is in better shape than this.” Slyfoot quickly enveloped herself in a cloak of invisibility whirling her staff in a graceful arc over her head. She then walked cautiously towards the blood stained house.

[Kalysta]

As she sat on the throne in the main hall of the Lodge, Kalysta smiled evily to herself. She nodded to the ghoulish guards posted at the door, and they left silently closing the heavy oak door behind them.

"At last, it is all mine..." she laughed, "who knew it would be this easy."

Hearing the door open, she looks up and sees two of her soldiers enter.

"Begging your pardon, my queen," the first one said, kneeling with his eyes on the floor, "We have come for your orders for the orphan."

Taking her time and thinking for a moment, Kalysta nodded and spoke slowly, "Yes.. Phelan. I think I shall speak with him."

With this, the second guard sounded a short blast on the horn attached to his belt, and they proceeded to walk, with her in the middle, to the dungeon.

When they arrived, the first guard opened the cell and Kalysta entered. Phelan hung unconcious on the wall, still bleeding quite heavily from where her blade had been. She crossed to him cautiously and with a wave of her hand, the bleeding stopped and his breathing became normal.

His eyes fluttered as he came too, and a scowl crossed his face as he focused on the figure before him.

"Kalysta.." he moaned, his pain more than physical, echoed in his voice, "why?"

She raised her hand, signalling the guards to leave them be for a moment, and spoke only once they had left the room.

"She cant help you now," Kalysta said, her eyes alight with cold fire, "She can barely help herself.."

Phelan looked puzzled. He could hear Kalysta's voice speaking these words, but it didnt seem like her.

"Who are you?" he asked, each word spoken labored as if they caused him great pain.

"It is not who, but what that should concern the likes of you..." she answered cryptically, "you mean to tell me you recognize me not, Phelan?"

Her eyes shone as the horror of recognition crossed Phelan's face. As a child, he had heard the story of the great immortal Ka' Latys, queen of the night and bringer of chaos. Legend had it, she would rise from the sleep of the dead when the last of the line of the elder's had been slain by its own. Once done, she would wed, and bear the child which would one day rule all the universe.

"Very good, Phelan..." she purred in his ear, "and now, the time of choice is here... I shall leave you to think."

And with that, she left the room, barring the door and posting an additional guard to it.

"If he tries to escape, or if anyone comes here to rescue him, you will take their lives or pay with your own." she ordered them before continuing up the stairs to her chambers.

[Slyfoot M'Zors]

Slyfoot stepped over the dead guards and saw a trail of blood leading to the dungeon.

“Oh Kal, what has that wretch done to you now.”<br>
Slyfoot eased down the stairs. The sound of the smooth ruffles of her invisible cloak masked by her stealth.

“Only one guard?” She thought as she looked around, then snuck up right behind the guard, took out her dagger, clamped her hand over his mouth in the same moment as slitting his throat. She had gloves on to protect her form the pain she would feel from contact of skin to her hand. She quickly moved to catch the guard under the shoulders and eased him to the floor. She picked the keys to the door from his body, and gently sung the huge oaken door open. Her eyes follow the trail of blood leading to wall where she sees a dark elf hanging limply.

“ V’talin Kal….how I despise the Teir’dal and their sick since of the way to raise a child. You poor thing.” Slyfoot strides over to the wall, becoming visable once again, and begins to unlock the shackles that bind the limp body. He looks up at her, and Slyfoot stutters back.

“Your….your not Kal….” Slyfoot quickly has a dagger to his neck. “ Who are you and where is Kalysta!”