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Zaek whistled and one of the birds dived down, with a jump Zaek mounted the beast and headed straight for the coil.

With a loud battlecry, the jester charges at the coil, sword drawn and ready to slit somethings throat.
"FORWARD!!!!!!"

Rothana and Richenda Charged as one as only twins can.. Blades flashing as they went, reaping a bloody harvest......Each protecting the other...

As he neared the coil, the attackers came out of seemingly no where and came at the group. With a crunch, his sword came down on the skull of one of the attackers.
"DIE!!!!"

Jaime nodded, reciting a (different) prayer under his breath. He leapt up onto another bird, stroking its feathers, "Very nice," he murmured. The bird cried out "CREAHHH!" as it flew off beside Zaek's.

"Ke Haron Ki Chi,
Farin nos Feron Ne
Ki Areth Helai Kwai
Farin Kaireth Kilone
Lerathi Fai Keraki,"

he chants.

(for a literal translation:

[I]As I go out,
to face this fight,
I stand here on
This line of death
Let us survive,

Simple, yet...)

He whirled about in a deadly dance only taught to his race. His blade swished through the air, cleaving the occasional head.

Zaek jumped off Iaeson (the NightCrow)'s back, landing on the battlements above the gate where he danced like Whirlwind. Slicing and slashing he made his way to the lever of the front gate.

Barrett yelled up at Zaek
"Open the gate!!!!"
he turned his attention back to the fight, blood splattering everywhere, he took a slash to the side but he kept onward.

The twins Slashed and stabbed their way to the Coil their arms covered in blood theirs or the Enemies was anyones guess yet they pressed on, moving in a deadly dance of death to those who opposed them...

Zaek kicked the lever open as he moved along the battlefield. With a loud clattering the gate opened as the counterweight dropped. Meanwhile Zaek was in the heat of the fight, more opponents running up the stairs to the battlements. They approached from two sides. Then... a small misty cloud drifted towards Zaek and materialised, and the Ghost of Freedom appeared. Zaek looked round

"Fight for your home my friend."
The two fight back to back keeping the enemy from closing the gate again.

Jaime leapt off the bird, landing in a mass of enemies, spinning and fighting, with kicks and both katanas, trying to make his way toopen the gate. He leap into the air, running along heads, and dodging hands that sought to grab him, then dove forwards, unlocking the gate. He leapt back into the mass of enemies.

The jester ran through the gate to find more enemies than he could have ever expected. His expression of shock turned to a face of grim determination.
"HHHUAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"
he roared his battlecry and charged hacking through the mass, his body once again surrouned by a purplish-black energy

Zaek and the ghost moved apart, clearing te battlements. Zaek saw asword flashing through the sky, aiming for Rothana.

Rothana, DUCK

He grabbed a throwing dagger from his belt and flung it towards Rothana's attacker.

Rothana screamed as a blade made it through her defenses, her sister turned and ran through the attacker.. and gasped, " are you going to be ok?"
" yes im fine..." she breathed to control the pain in her side and continued to hack away at faceless bodies....

Jaime backflipped out of the mass of enemies, ignoring the slashes across his chest and shoulders. He landed outside, pulling out his M4. "You chose the wrong people to attack, buddy." he says, opening fire. As he has thirty shots in each magazine (i.e. 90 shots total) most likely he will take down: 30 enemies with each magazine. Aren't headshots wonderful?

Zaek felt a surge of pain through his mind

Rothana!!!!

He jumped off the battlements and danced his way to the twins. Many meeting his balde on the way.

OOC: Unless you set it to single shot, you'll never get 90 people with 90 bullets in an M4, even if you are the worlds greatest marksman.

He looked up and spied one of the attackers on a roof, except he had a red streak in his uniform.
"The leader....."
Barrett dashed to the wall and scampered up, facing the leader on the roof.
"Time to die...."
The leader revealed the katana in his hand, and he leapt at the jester. He was ready for him and rolled out of the way slashing him in the back as he rolled.

Jaime fired his 11th shot and his gun jammed. He swore, and threw it away behind him, drawing his katanas and leaping into battle.

He saw it more than felt it. As he swang ou with one katana and blocked with another, a sword came at him out of nowhere. He tried to move to avoid it, or to block it, but it came too fast. It stabbed into his stomach, causing immense pain, something he was unused to (He doesn't feel pain), to flash through his body. His mouth opened, but no words came out, as this slowed down his reachtons enough that someone got another sword-strike into his chest.

He managed to pull himself upright and keep fightin, bleeding severely from two wounds.

The two were locked in combat, Barrett's blade whirling about, causing the occasional slash but the leader still did not stop.

Rothana continued to fight her vision becoming blurry.....but she could feel her Chosen was coming for her.... and her sister was at her back... she kept on... moving a little slower then before but still holding her own...

Zaek reached the twins.

"Richenda, keep her between us."
"I shouldn't have let her come..."

He stood ground as the attackers pressed on. He whisteled and 3 black crows flocked over them, giving them extra help at fending off the assailants.

Ignoring the pain blaring at him, Jaime kept fighting. He barely avoided more and more hits, and then finally decided, "That's it, time to try and end this." He leapt into the air, seeing enemies attacking. One looked like he was going to hit Zaek ... Jaime looked, and his brow furrowed. A tiny <TIC> was heard, and the man dropped to the gorund rigid, spasms crossing his body from time to time.

I wonder who did that, Jaime thought, never the thought crossing his mind it could've been him. He landed in the crowd, slicing away, reciting the original prayer, with the extra verse added on the end ... But there were more and more verses after that...

The leader suddenly whipped his katana from a block to a thrust, it went through Barrett's left shoulder but he still swung away, thinking and catching looks of all of his companions being injured.
"No, it will not end here."
he thrust his sword through the commander's stomach, straight to the hilt.

Jaime was now ignoring completely the bullet-wound and two sword-slashes, although he was losing a lot of blood. "If this is my last stand, at least it's a good one," he thought. His katanas were like dancing birds, darting in and out as fast as they could. While Jaime was in thihs states, any swords that got through his defences he woudl have hardly noticed.

he pulled off the body of the near-dead commander and kicked him off the roof.
"Now for your little friends."
he leapt off the roof into the crowd slashing away.

Jaime fought his way out of the crowd, seeing a lone enemy standing at the back smirking. "You," Jaime said, "Are mine, whoever you are."

The man grinned, said "All right," in a silky voice, and with the movement of a hand moved all of Jaime's weapons away. "No weapons," he said.

"So be it," Jaime growled, closing.

As he was fighting, Barrett suddenly felt a sharp pain in his side. He had been run through by a crude spear which he snapped of and sheared off the arm of the attacker. He began to glow even brighter and he grew swifter and went into a Berserkersang state, havking anything his way.

Zaek raised a brow as an attacker suddenly fell down

"They are easier then I thought.'"

A very big figure appeared in front of him now

"Haahaaa, the bigger they are, the harder they fall... Send Charon my regards. "
Zaek gained leverage on a corpse and jumped towards the attacker, rotating his body and tilting it 90°. Like a razorsaw Zaek cut through the big attacker. Rolling as he landed he slashed at another attacker's kneecap.

Richenda just grunted, "She would have done it anyway Zaek.. she can be a stubborn wench" she then slit a throat...

Rothana tried to glare at her sister for that but she was having a time just trying to keep her pain from overwhelming Zaek... " I couldnt let him go alone..." she whispered....

The man attacked with a kick up to Jaime's head. Jaime blocked it, replying with a punch to his stomach, then when that was blocked a low kick to trip the man, who went down, immediately springing back up to his feet.

Jaime spun a kick in, at the man's head, but at the last moment lowered his foot and kicked the man's chest instead, causing him to reel back. The man countered with a punch to Jaime's chest, which he barely felt.

Jime moved in closer, kneeing the man in the gut. The man was hit hard, but he grabbed Jaime's wounded side. Jaime cried out in pain, "You're mine." the man said. "You will die an agonizing death at me han-"

Jaime swung a knee in, hitting the man between the legs. He went down heavily. As he started to rise, Jaime kicked him in the face. "You're no match for me," Jaime said.

The ghost vaporised into a cloud, and flew over the battlefield towards Zaek, materialising behind him. The GHost stepped into Zaek's body, Zaek's eyes wenth white. Zaek the his head back looked up and opened his mouth emitting a terrible screech.

Some of the attackers fled away at the sight of this spectale. Zaek, still white-eyed stood in front of a group of 10, beckoning them with his free hand.

The crowd of 10 advanced towards Zaek. A strong wind blew over the battlefield. Zaek's body, guided by the wind fluently avoided the attacks, ending up at the other side of the group. He turned around and leapt.
Zaek's leap was swift and silent. The group died likewise.

Jaime stood there, and his eyes rolled back into his head. A man swung a sword at him, but it was stopped by an invisible barrier. A dark ghostly shape flew out of Jaime, which seemed to have his wounds, but much worse. It flew up, and disapeared, fading to nothing.

Jaime's wounds were all but gone. "Interesting," he said, his eyes becoming normal again as he ducked a sword swing, "But exhausting." He seemed to be fighting slower, yet faster because of no wounds.

Rothana Felt the Change in her Chosen and it terrified her for a moment... the fear pushed back the pain and gave her the strength to continue.....

Richenda looked to see what had happened, then she saw his eyes... "my Godess" she thought before she had to spill more blood...

The wind grew in strength. Zaek moved between the twins.

"I need a minute of safety"

He knelt down and held his sword in front of his visage, facing the spire.
The wind grew stronger and a single bolt of lighting came down in the distance.

The dark figure reappeared, unwounded, and flew back into Jaime as he fought. Jaime's eyes turned black, and he grew somewhat. His hair turned jet black, but unnoticed as it was covered by a dragon's-head helmet melting over his face. He laughed, a haunting laugh, that echoed around the room. Dark armor melted over his body, and a six-foot sword appeared in his gauntletted hand, pure black. He laughed again, and cut through several enemies. However, some ran away on sight.

A seven-foot man with a laugh like that, and a six-foot sword wielded in one hand is very intimidating...

Rothana moved like a dervish... her wounds given no thought to as she fought... Richenda on the other side of her did the same, twin blades moving like quicksilver.......

"Take all the time you need Zaek" Richenda hissed through her teeth..

More thunder roared as the wind picked up strength, almost hurrican-like. Zaekstood up and bulged his armes, next to his buddy as a roar escaped from his lips. It sounded like the roar of a thousand dragons.

The wind almost became visible, it dissappeared from the mountains through the forests, and birds could be seen flying away as it made his way to the coil. It reached the edge of the forest, and it looked like a thousand ethereal warriors, on a thousand ethereal Nightwolves emerged from the forest, trampling over the enemy as they made their way towards the coil.

'Jaime' stood there, radiating an aura of fear. Anyone that came close to him became increasingly scared, and couldn't fight as well. 'Jaime' would slice them in half without blinking an eye. He started to fight his way through to the others.

The ethereal army trampled the enemies as they engulfed Rothana Richenda the Zaek, going straight forward through the gates they bashed against the wall of the spire itself, where the became the wind again, only leaveing a small number of attackers left in the spire itsself.

The Dark Warrior moved closer to the spire, looking up. He grinned and stepped inside the wall, disappearing.

Rothana stumbled for a moment at the sudden absence of attackers... she lowered her guard slightly.. her eyes glassy with pain...

Richenda just stared at Zaek..."Now that is impressive.." she then turned to defend her sister from any remaining enemies.....

The Ghost stepped out of Zaeks body as Zaek fell to his knees, gasping for breath, there were no more attackers left on the outside. Zaek stood up and whistled, Iaeson landed. He, Rothana and Richenda mounted. And they flew to the top of the Spire.

"We'll let Rikanth, Jaime and Barrett move from bottom to top, we'll meet them halfway. They dismounted on top of the spire and a group of attackers ran up the stairs to face them.

The Dark Warrior barely noticed the enemies as it ascended through the spire, not even pausing, just killing them as it passed. Strangel;y enough, it seemed to know the way through the spire, although Jaime had never been there before.

As he saw his comrades grow more powerful, he too felt another surge of tremendous energy. His enemies just stared at him and slowly backed up. He grinned and charged in to the mass, his eyes glowing with a strange black fire.

He hacked his way up the stairs of the spire, blood splattering on his face, spears and swords piercing and slashing him as he went.

Zaek took Rothana's free hand.

"Let's dance, just remember the clearing."

The Dark Warrior looked up at the ceiling, seeing that it could not find stairs. One remainging enemy swung its sword, and the warrior spun, catching it in its hand and snapping off the blade. It picked the man up by his collar. While he was therte struggling, claws came out of the Dark Warrior's hands, going through the man's skull. He dropped the dead man, and leapt up, through te ceiling, onto the next floor, cutting away at his enemies.

Rothana nearly cried to see more heading toward her but she swallowed the tears and breathed deep, preparing to take them on.... she had to do this for herself and for her new Country...." OK im ready.." She felt herself begin to move with her Chosen....

Richenda saw Zaek supporting her twin so she moved a little farther apart from them her own movement sinuously graceful as she cut through them...

As he went up the stairs, he was met by ten of these attackers. He put his hand out and they all started to laugh insanely, foaming at the mouth, they choaked on their own spit and blood foamed at the lips.

The Dark Warrior finished up the last enemy on the middle floor, leaping through the ceiling again. A puzzled look almost crossed his face, then was ignored as it continued on with its slaughter.

Barrett met with the dark warrior on the middle floor.
"Nice work."
He smiled and wiped the blood off his sword onto his shirt

Zaek led Rothana, dancing a tango of death through the assailants. Zaek put a throwing dagger between his teeth. He spun Rothana around as she gutted another attacker. He took the dagger and threw, ending another life.

The Dark Warrior looked at him, shook his head and leapt through the ceiling onto the next floor, fighting. It sliced an enemy in half, then spun and sturck out with its left hand. The side away from the thumb struck the man on the neck, beheading him. The Dark Warrior continued to fight.

His head twitched and he leapt at a enemy trying to hide, slitting his stomach open.

he heard yelling down the hall as thirty or so attackers ran at him. He grinned and charged, shearing the head off the one in front.

Zaek guided Rothana. They were standing side by side, hand in hand. Zaek looked at Rothana.
"Are you ready?"

Deciding that the man could handle himself, The Dark Warrior continued leaping through the ceilings, trying to make its way to the top of the spire.

The jester decided to continue and crawled up the wall, following the Dark Warrior to the top.

The Dark Warrior stopped, having leapt through another ceiling and was now surrounded by twenty enemies. He looked around, smiled, and then shook his head. Every single enemy around him fell to the floor dead. The Dark Warrior continued leaping through solid objects to get to the top.

"Lets Dance..." Rothana was calm now her mind focused on her Partners movements and her own moving gracefully and quickly she took out person after person, coordinanting her strokes of the blade with his...

Richenda could see them throught the corner of her eyes.. "they are beautiful together" she thought a split second before she buried her dagger to the hilt in another man....

the attackers dropped down from the ceiling and lunged at him, but he hacked them away and crawled up, almost to the top.

Zaek loosly took Rothana's hand, and swung her round in a seemingly endless piroutte of slashes, taking care of any attackers they moved downwards.

The Dark Warrior stopped on the second-last floor, finished off all the enemies there, then sat down and closed its eyes, meditating. One man rose up, and swung his sword. It shattered on the Dark Warrior's helmet, and then the man collapsed dead. The Dark Warrior didn't even notice.

He finally reached the top, meeting a total of sixty enemies.
"To the butcher's work then."
He held his hands out and closed his eyes, they all started to laugh and laugh until a bloody throth came from their mouths and they fell to the ground, still laughing.

The Dark Warrior only looked up as he felt something, then dropped through the floor, hitting the ground in front of Zaek and Rothana. They could see a sick grin on his face.

Zaek dipped Rothana ad looked around.

"That should be all of them..."

He saw the look on the Dark man's face, something inside him couldn't help but feel scared a little.

the jester sat down, drenched in his own black blood and the blood of his enemies. He tooks out a lyre, closed his eyes and began to play a peaceful song.

The Dark Warrior looked at him, then at Rothana. Something seemed to snap inside him. His sword swung round at Rothana's neck, too fast to even be seen.

And it stopped. A look passed over the Dark Warrior's face, as he softly said, "Arcanum..." and became Jaime again, instantly.

His hand flew to his head, and he said, "What the - How did I get here? Where is this?" He noticed where his katana was and hurriedly sheathed it.

Rothana smiled, then looked to the Dark Warrior, for a moment her Mind screamed for her to run but she held her ground.. then when she saw the blade coming at her she ducked at last minute....

A cold wind blew through the window, you can hear what appears to be crying in the distance, carried by the breeze as it rustled through Barrett's wild black hair.

Zaek lifted Rothana from the dip and pressed her slowly against his side.

"It is over now."

Inside Zaek's body, the adrenaline rush stopped, giving way to the pain of wounds suffered. Zaek fell to one knee, grabbing his the right side of his chest.

Jaime felt his head, "What ... happened?" Then he noticed Zaek falling, and rushed forward to help him. "You all right?" he asked, trying not to show the pain of wherever a blade had touch Arcanum's armour.

the jester stopped playing, opened his eyes and called out,
"ZAEK, ROTHANA, RICHENDA, JAIME!!!! COME UP HERE!!!!"
he looked over his body, pierced and stabbed, battered, and bruised.

Richenda went Bone white at seeing her Twin nearly Decapitated.... she then ran to Jamie... " you better learn Control over yourself and fast.." Her blades poised for action hesitated, " what the hell were you doing?"

Rothana knelt at her Chosen's side, her own pain inconcequential as she tried to soothe his hurts.....

Zaek panted
"Yeah...yeah I'm fine, just my body adjusting again."
He leaned on Jaime to sit down.

He took off his shirt and tore it to bandage the wound on his chest

"Headcount!!! Who is still alive, say "aye""
He tried to joke to forget the carnage that scarred his heart and soul.

"Jaime, go look at Barrett will ya?"

Jaime looked at Richenda. "I don't know. What did I do? I can't remember a thing between fighting downstairs and suddenly being here with my blade like that.

the jester took out some bandage and a bottle of white liquid and he began to fix himself up.

He got up and leapt out the window, landing on a ledge and then climbing down to accompany his fellow warriors.

Richenda just stared at Jamie, "You dont remember? You are very Dangerous.." she then relayed what happened to him.....


Rothana smiled weakly then collapsed....

OOC: gotta go, nice rp people!
IC:
The jester lays down on a sunny patch of grass and dozes off.

OOC: smeg. :shock: Excellently played, folks - wish I could have been there!

"Rothana!!!!"

Zaek just managed to catch her before she fell, and laid her down on the ground. Hanging over her e took her hand.

"Rothana, talk to me, Rothana, come on, wake up..."

Jaime's eyes widen at hearing Richenda tell him what had happened, and then narrowed again at the mention of "Arcanum..." He turned his head away from them, "I'm ... Sorry. That sometime happens, I don't know why or how. That makes three times in total. It usually stops when it was about to do something I would never do, like..." He stops, and looks at Rothana, "Kill a friend, or a downed enemy."

Rothana opened her eyes to see her Warrior looking over her with worried eyes... "I'm sorry... dont mean to worry you love.. im ok im just .." Her head started spinning again and her side ached dully....." ill be ok really dont worry about me"

Richenda glanced at her sister and again went pale, " Sis, don't move stay where you are... "

OOC: chango o plans
IC: The jester sits up and looks around at everyone.
"Well, we did it I think."

Jaime stood there, feeling useless. "Rothana, where did you get hit?" he asks her, seeing where the pain was coming from, and hoping that the wounds were all it was from.

OOC: And psychics around the place can see a black halo/aura around Jaime's head.

Zaek stood up and walked to the edge of the spire. Looking at all the dead bodies, he recited a prayer and drew a rune in the air, blessing all the fallen souls today, both enemies and allies.

He sighed

"Looks like it"

Jaime shakes his head, "Yeah, we defeated them. But at what cost? Zaek, this place is corrupted. Three hundred dead souls hanging around a place can do that." he said.

"300 dead souls, 3000 years of peace... untill then the earth will not have forgotten the blood it drank"

"And we must not forget either." Jaime says, "The lives sacrificed today. Who knows how many Arcanum killed in his mad rampage? Or how many of your people were killed by these attackers. But, there is always a bright side."

He looks at them. "We're alive."

Then he grabs his side, where a sword hit Arcanum, suddenly seeing blood seeping from a cut there. "What the..." he says, suddenly feeling pain from both there and the back of his head, where the sword hit the meditating Arcanum, where blood was making his hair sticky.

He fell to his knees in pain.

Richenda shook her head and looked for something to use as a bandage for her Twin, "My goddess sis, you did amazingly... i wont cross you when you have a blade in your hand," she joked lightly

Rothana smiled back, " I would have rather i didnt have to learn how to kill at all.. there is a lot of work to be done here... "

Zaek ran to Jaime, tearing off some cloth and pressing it against the wound. He tore off another piece to tie the cloth in place and helped Jaime up

"You need help...The acolytes should be here any minute. You need to go downstairs."

He nodded, "It's not as bad as it would've been if Arcanum's armour hadn't been there..." he murmurs,"I always feel his wounds, several minutes after I become myself again. But they're never seious. I'll be fine." He turned to Zaek. "Thanks, though."

Rothana looked at her bloodstained hands and again she felt dizzy .... her mind refused to let her think of killing others.. yet the proof was staring at her... she walled off her mind for a moment... and let the horror over take her.... she burst out silently crying.... tears of rage and despair slipping down her cheeks while her Twin wordlessly tended to her....

Jaime, without sayign a word, nudged Zaek and nodded towards Rothana.

Zaek walked to his love, and took he hand as he looked into her eyes.

Share me your pain, I'll carry the burden with you

Jaime sat down in a corner, with his back to the wall, all-but silently saying, "I work so hard not to kill people. I do everything I can. But I am constantly forced intothese positions. Why me? Why?"

Rothana looked at him for a moment warring with herself.. but then she let her barrier down... the nameless horror of the last few hours came pouring out of her, her fear, her rage, her confusion,her pain, her despair, her need for it all to have just not happened even tho she knew it did...She just watched him and then lay her head on his chest and cried.....

Zaek caressed Rothana's hair as she lay her head on his chest, a tear swelling up in his own eye.

I know how you feel, you won't forget this over time, only the pain will fade

Jaime just sat there, looking straight at, but not noticing, everyone else.

When I think of all those I have killed ... Everyone that has died at my hand ... The fact that I never felt any remorse. When I fought, I killed. I was the ultimate fighting machine. I didn't feel pain. But now...

Rothana began to feel a little better as she let it all go in the arms of her Beloved, her tears slowed then stopped, she then thought, ' i dont know how i would have made it through this without you' then she said, " What happened to you earlier..... it was a little frightening"

"ssshhhht, don't think of it."

One of Zaek's men ran up the stairs, panting
"Sir...what should we do with the bodies."

"Group ours in the courtyard, we need to identify them to notify the families. Pile the bodies of our enemies up in the field in front of the spire."

Pile tho bodies... Jaime thought, That leads to one thing...

He got up, without anyone noticing, and began to walk out of the room.

ooc: oh my, bloodshed, and lots of it, I feel melancholy now.

Richenda cleaned her blades and thought she should send word to Siren she didnt want her to worry...

Rothana saw what was being done and despite the grislyness of the operation was curious as to what was to happen next .....

The bodies were piled up, and the Spire's gate closed. Zaek had led Richenda to her room and retired to his quarters with Rothana. He stood there, looking out the window.

At the edge of the forest a man ingreen appeared. Carrying a long wooden staff his face covered by the hood of his robes. The man silently muttered some words.

Several flies flew around the carcasses, and their number increased notably as beetles and ant's joined them. The began to chew the flesh off the carcasses. One could see the decay of the corpses. What normally took thousands of years, happened in a matter of minutes. The insects kept gnawing untill even the bone had disintegrated and retreated back into the forest, leaving an empty field.

Rothana gasped as she saw what happened to the corpses... but could see the right in it, she then turned from the window, and went to go run a hot bath suddenly she felt very very dirty....

Jaime looked down at the blood coating his body, "I need a shower," he announced, and began to run to his room to get one.

Zaek muttered to himself

"From the earth thee cometh, to the earth thee shall return. So the cycle of life continues"

He heard the water running. Came to hisself and stripped down to his underwear, and slipped into the bed for a short, dreamless sleep.

The jester found a cool stream and bathed in it, washing the blood from his body. He replaced his bandages and sat next to his tent, his donkey munching on some oats.
"Too many lives.....I shouldn't have done what I did to those people."
He winces as he remembers scenes of people throthing at the mouth with a bloody foam.
"It is over now."

Rothana came out of the bath washed as clean as she could manage but somehow she still felt soiled... she sighed and slipped into bed with her Chosen trying not to wake him...

Zaek's eyes opened as Rothana slipped under the sheets.
"Oh, it's you honey..."

He put his arm around her and snuggled up to her

"were you expecting someone else?" Rothana held him close, " i dont know if I will ever be the same, tho i have to admit when i was Dancing with you.." she stopped for a moment recalling that exquisite feeling of oneness, " i dont know what im trying to say... im a little addled "

"I...I never felt like that before. I usually fight alone, but it seemed natural to do, as if with two gusts of wind we could create a whirlwind. It seems we did. As for being the same, no-one is ever the same after seeing a war. I stil remember how i came out of the Battle of the Nighttime hills. I felt dirty, meaningless, i was made head of state but reigned in apathy."

"Well apathy is the last thing im feeling at the moment, anger, disillusionment, perhaps.. but not apathy... im too angry that this happened for that... now how to turn it to proper use is the question.. ive got to do something Zaek... if i dont i will burst with it.." Rothana sighed

double double toil and trouble

"Be glad, anger means you still feel alive, i felt like suicide."

Zaek caressed the side of her face
"I'll show you what I do tomorrow. We should try and get some sleep, to give our bodies the rest they deserve and need."

Jaime walked into his room. He meant to have a bath, or a shower, he really did. It didn't turn out that way. He was so exhausted, he walked into the room and fel down on the bed asleep, not even closing the door behind im.

"youre right..... it could always be worse.." Rothana listened to her Beloved's breathing and let it calm her mind.. she then felt herself relax and drift into sleep...

Zaek closed his eyes, and went back into a light dreamless reverie.

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Of the thread???

Yeah, party is over, fight has been fought, everyone's off, seems a good end of a chapter of the life of these individuals.

OOC: dang, i go to help a cousin move, and i miss all the action. Just let's say Rikanth was out there helpign with the battle, and when everyone was goruped together he stumbled into the area, his cloak covered in blood, having a large slash on his forhead, his thigh wound open and bleed, various other wounds, and swords covered in blood. He walks off to get medical attention, then naps like everyone else.

Rikanth gathers his belongings and comes out of his room. He says goodbye to everyone and stands out in the middle of the field. A Black stealth helicopter appears in the sky, and loses altitude for a few minutes before letting out a rope ladder. Rikanth jumps on the ladder and climbs up it. Just as he is about to enter the helicopter, he waves goodbye to everyone, and gets in. He is seen taking the pilot's seat before the helicopter flies off into the distance.

OOC: really nice party, thanks gothicum.

OOC: Can I just applaud you folks? Truly, loved participating for the brief time I did, and sincerely enjoyed observing the rest of the thread. Beautifully done. *cheers*

I can't believe I was here for all 119 pages...

Thanks for the awesome RP, guys!

*claps*

bumped for the wedding preparations

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