Post by Dagothkitty on Mar 11, 2007 12:38:43 GMT -5
"You underestimate your ability as a Veyond." Jarathe had landed the long fall. His eyes were pried open again. He believed that this fall would be his end, but obviously there was more to him then even Jarathe the idealist thought so. The rest were down, brushing off the debris that they had contracted from the fall. It was dark, even for Jarathe. They must have been under the imperial prison. Sar'zikja looked quizzically to the engineers. "How could you misinterpret where we would land? You say you are masters of the Earth... now I think the Earth may master you." Sar'zikja reported in a deathly tone.
Even under the reassurance that Jarathe was very familiar with the below surface realms, he was worried. Worried was a feeling that was unfamiliar to him, an alien sensation that seemed to fill something inside of him. The engineers shook their head, disgraced. "I suppose I'll have to take charge, eh?" The white one lifted his wrinkled hand. Small patterns of blue emitted from his body, a symbol of his skill and knowledge of magicka. A green glow dispersed through his clenched fist, illuminating the small chamber they were entombed in.
Stalactites hung from the rocky ceiling, as if they would be manipulated from their infinite pose if one word was spoken, which would send the spears falling from the heights. The tunnel from which they had fallen was above, in the center of the ceiling. The light was small, in diameter it was smaller then one talon on Jarathes hand. A light fell from it, it's velocity true and speed increasing. Sar'zikja was studying the chamber when Jarathe disturbed his observation, and pointed at the incoming object. "So it is true. I thought that I would go unopposed, that I wouldn't have to face his fury." The premicise was growing increasingly hot,, as the flaming ball grew nearer. Sar'zikja went from a serious gesture, to a worried one as he gazed upon his son. He grabbed his shoulder, and spoke:" My son, there are thing sin this world that should have not happened, but they did, and in these events, they project us toward each other. And though it may be in a cruel way, we know that we are there, steadfast against each others back. Look... I'm sorry it had to be this way, and there are many thing s I would like to tell you, but by the cruelty of destiny, this is where we stand, under the gaze of death itself." The room began to glow red, a result of the increasing heat. Jarathe's eye's were fixed on to his fore runner, his fathers." Remember son, we are but shadows and dust in a much greater world, beyond our power to change. But when I saw you, I knew you were the one. My son, return us to our former glory, bring the Veyonds back to there original state. And son, do it for our family, deliver a thrust to the emperors frail body, one that will end his life, one filled with the hatred and the love of our lost place. Now go" The engineers were now scrambling along the walls, searching for a hollow spot where they might be able to blast a hole.
Sar'zikja drew his staff, nd with a mighty thrust, he threw it forward, and a amazing ball of light and heat dispersed out of it, soaring towards the stone wall they were trapped in. The solution to this act was soon there way out of this chamber. Sar'zikja remained, as Jarathe had one foot over the exit. Sar'zikja nodded, ad Jarathe understood. The room was now red, and fire appeared in a ring around the chamber. The engineers pulled Jarathe away, with haste and fear. Jarathe watched as his father encased him self in some light, a holy light.
A demon appeared before him, it's massive bulk taking up most of the chamber. His body was shrouded in fire and hatred, and in his hand was a war hammer, so wicked and twisted it was, it seemed to be the source of all hate and cruelty in the world, as if all negatives in the world were spawned from that object.
Now Jarathe and engineers sprinted, as fast as their muscled legs could carry them. The sound of battle beneath them, the roars of the beast charging after the dashing Argonians.
" I, the rightful bearer of the light of life, bestow upon you, nothing but treachery and pain, demon!" The beast roared in reply, fire spewing from his mouth. The sounds were now muffled from the distance covered in the time of their encounter, but Jarathe could hear it. A high pitched scream filled the damp gloomy air, overlapping the thunderous bawl of the monster. Then.. a light appeared, and the chamber that Jarathe and the engineers were traveling through was filled with a holy light. Transparent figures, the aftermath of a bodies death, spirts, came spiraling down from the threshold of the ceiling. Thousands came, and the damned came charging. Until there were none... and the darkness resumed. The howls of both the white one and the demon were now silenced, the holy light fading. Death had conquered, as it always seemed. Necessary and evil... it was done... for now.
Even under the reassurance that Jarathe was very familiar with the below surface realms, he was worried. Worried was a feeling that was unfamiliar to him, an alien sensation that seemed to fill something inside of him. The engineers shook their head, disgraced. "I suppose I'll have to take charge, eh?" The white one lifted his wrinkled hand. Small patterns of blue emitted from his body, a symbol of his skill and knowledge of magicka. A green glow dispersed through his clenched fist, illuminating the small chamber they were entombed in.
Stalactites hung from the rocky ceiling, as if they would be manipulated from their infinite pose if one word was spoken, which would send the spears falling from the heights. The tunnel from which they had fallen was above, in the center of the ceiling. The light was small, in diameter it was smaller then one talon on Jarathes hand. A light fell from it, it's velocity true and speed increasing. Sar'zikja was studying the chamber when Jarathe disturbed his observation, and pointed at the incoming object. "So it is true. I thought that I would go unopposed, that I wouldn't have to face his fury." The premicise was growing increasingly hot,, as the flaming ball grew nearer. Sar'zikja went from a serious gesture, to a worried one as he gazed upon his son. He grabbed his shoulder, and spoke:" My son, there are thing sin this world that should have not happened, but they did, and in these events, they project us toward each other. And though it may be in a cruel way, we know that we are there, steadfast against each others back. Look... I'm sorry it had to be this way, and there are many thing s I would like to tell you, but by the cruelty of destiny, this is where we stand, under the gaze of death itself." The room began to glow red, a result of the increasing heat. Jarathe's eye's were fixed on to his fore runner, his fathers." Remember son, we are but shadows and dust in a much greater world, beyond our power to change. But when I saw you, I knew you were the one. My son, return us to our former glory, bring the Veyonds back to there original state. And son, do it for our family, deliver a thrust to the emperors frail body, one that will end his life, one filled with the hatred and the love of our lost place. Now go" The engineers were now scrambling along the walls, searching for a hollow spot where they might be able to blast a hole.
Sar'zikja drew his staff, nd with a mighty thrust, he threw it forward, and a amazing ball of light and heat dispersed out of it, soaring towards the stone wall they were trapped in. The solution to this act was soon there way out of this chamber. Sar'zikja remained, as Jarathe had one foot over the exit. Sar'zikja nodded, ad Jarathe understood. The room was now red, and fire appeared in a ring around the chamber. The engineers pulled Jarathe away, with haste and fear. Jarathe watched as his father encased him self in some light, a holy light.
A demon appeared before him, it's massive bulk taking up most of the chamber. His body was shrouded in fire and hatred, and in his hand was a war hammer, so wicked and twisted it was, it seemed to be the source of all hate and cruelty in the world, as if all negatives in the world were spawned from that object.
Now Jarathe and engineers sprinted, as fast as their muscled legs could carry them. The sound of battle beneath them, the roars of the beast charging after the dashing Argonians.
" I, the rightful bearer of the light of life, bestow upon you, nothing but treachery and pain, demon!" The beast roared in reply, fire spewing from his mouth. The sounds were now muffled from the distance covered in the time of their encounter, but Jarathe could hear it. A high pitched scream filled the damp gloomy air, overlapping the thunderous bawl of the monster. Then.. a light appeared, and the chamber that Jarathe and the engineers were traveling through was filled with a holy light. Transparent figures, the aftermath of a bodies death, spirts, came spiraling down from the threshold of the ceiling. Thousands came, and the damned came charging. Until there were none... and the darkness resumed. The howls of both the white one and the demon were now silenced, the holy light fading. Death had conquered, as it always seemed. Necessary and evil... it was done... for now.