Siege Of The Questing Stone 6Part 6: Ditantove
The High priest awoke in the main temple chamber, wrapped in blankets, with a Huntress he knew as Risia sitting over him. She was an odd one, a tall woman standing just under six feet. Somehow, she managed to use a claymore double her height, and was a follower of both the Berserk Sandworm's and Healing Unicorn's Paths. She was the one who brought him inside, and now she was the one nursing him back awake.
He sat up slowly, holding his head. He forced a smile. "I didn't know I could do that."
She remained serious, bandaging his upper arm. "Neither did we. It scared the hell out of us, even through the Bloodwrath." She tied off the bandage and finally broke int oa smile. "Certainly did a number on you too. I've done the best I can putting you back together. You almost look good enough to pass for a husband now--" she stopped, her eyes growing wide, and she put her hand over her mouth. "I...I...I'm sorry." she said, fear visible in her eyes and in her t
Siege Of The Questing Stone 5Part 5: Revelations
Dawn broke over the Temple slowly, bathing the scorched and battered battlefield in liquid-golden light. But the morbid beauty didn't stir the hearts of the Hunters. Instead, the Temple was near a state of panic that morning. The entire Pentat, except for the High Priest, had been slain in the previous day, and the Hunters were concerned about their surviving leadership. Despite their protests, the High Priest refused to leave his post at the top of the tower except to sleep and eat. Other Hunters patrolled the Temple ramparts watching for even the slightest indication that the Neligan were attacking again.
And then it came.
A cry from the rampart, followed in quick succession by a few more, warned of a coming attack. But Fax couldn't see Neligan anywhere on the ground.
Arrows began flying upwards as dark shadows swooped towards the Temple. Fax swore to himself for not thinking that the Neligan could use rocs to attack from the air.
Some dove for th
Siege Of The Questing Stone 4Part 4: Evade
During the fighting, Taaxa and Ravius managed to slip over the Temple wall and run for the reaches of the Heidus Tem jungle. Just as they were at the jungle's edge, they saw the lighting behind them and felt a great sorrow in their hearts. "...no..." whispered Taaxa, "Not him. Not the First." Ravius stood openmouthed while Taaxa stifled a sob.
Shaking himself, Ravius grabbed Taaxa's arm and started dragging her towards the jungle, but she resisted, reaching out towards where the lightning flashes had originated and crying in earnest.
And the still-discomforting time lapse came over Ravius again. He heard several thwupping sounds and saw, in slow motion, several arrows sail across the moonlight. Still slowed, he pulled Taaxa's arm and she stumbled towards him. Four arrows thunked into the ground around her, while a fifth went through the palm of her outstretched hand. Immediately she came to her senses, yelped in pain, and tore off towards the jungle just
Siege Of The Questing Stone 3Part 3: The First To Fall
"All told, we are effectively down to half-power. Nearly a hundred are injured, and just under fifty are dead, including the Aurajinrale, Horjin save her," spoke the High Priest. "Thankfully, we have an estimation of them and their forces now, and we have the Temple. Both are distinct advantages." He turned to Ravius. "I assume you have returned with good news?"
Ravius nodded, and placed the jackalope's antler on the table. A few chuckles, a couple gasps, and a few questioning murmurs tumbled from the crowded Hunters. A slow smile crept over the face of the High Priest. "I should have known, Ravius."
A yell came from outside, the First and his watch calling for help. "A new Aurajinrale shall surface soon!" called the High Priest to the Hunters as they swarmed out of the room. "Ravius! Taaxa! Stay here!"
Once all the others had left, the High Priest approached the two. "I have a mission for you," he said. "Take the Questing Stone and run. Hide
Siege Of The Questing Stone 2Part 2: Invasion
He went back to the crest of the dune and peeked over, exposing as little of himself as possible.
Coming his way were eight Neligan mages, apparently extremely pissed off.
Ravius swore to himself. Of all the times the followers of Nelig could have chosen to take a hike on this island, they chose to now. During his Initiation. Bastards.
With aid, perhaps he could have fought them. They had raw magical power on their side, but the Hunters had the Earth-Mother's blessing. He didn't know what they were doing here, but he had to warn the others, even at the cost of defiling his Initiation.
He ran back the way he came, silently wishing he were faster. The followers of Horjin and Neligan had never gotten along. FIghts between the two went back as far as their parent gods, even before they ascended.
No, if the Neligan were here, it was bad news.
Ravius slowed down and stopped, thinking. Fax Celestis had reminded him to "be true to his name." And his name meant
Siege Of The Questing Stone 1Part 1: The Rite Of Initiation
The bright rays of the early morning sun began to peek throug Ravius' window, reminding him of the task he had sworn to perform today. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it, but simply a matter of uncertainty.
He didn't know what to expect, and hated that feeling. It had been a year and a half since he had washed up on the island, where the Hunters of the Stag found him unconscious.
His first memory on the island--indeed, his first memory because of his severe amnesia--had been in this very same chamber.
His past was locked behind a giant door, one he couldn't open despite his efforts. Countless times he had tried to remember his past, and each time the door had slammed in his face.
Whatever he had been, he was no more. There was only present and future for him now, and the Hunters had taken him in without hesitation, without fear, without hatred. He knew this was where he belonged, and he had tried to fit in ever since.
He slowly sat up
This is the story of a journalist,
who worked for the media,
got pissed and quit
Gonna prove that I exist
on this search for eternal bliss
Won't find it, but it's worth the risk
cuz I get to kiss the moon,
make love to the sky,
charge up, let go, let loose, and fly
you should try this life
despite the fight
despite the bright lights
It's worth my time,
all the time that I've got,
and I won't stop til I'm
a household name, bathed in fame,
if only so my name won't be lost to time
cuz it's a crime when good people get forgotten,
or left behind in the rain
ashamed to say their own name
for fear that it'll go away
and leave them alone at the end of the day,
no house, no car, no love, no way to make it past today
That's why I write, you know,
so that one day I can tell my kids
about the time daddy got discovered,
the world uncovered my works,
my art, my reason for living,
the one thing fulfilling my deepest and darkest desires,
to be remembered after I'm gone,
to have candle fires burn in vi
Whiplash, Chapter 6
Now wasn't this just perfect.
My best friend, apparently, is also my worst enemy. A rogue Enforcer. Something about this was just too unbelievable for me. I stood, and mentioned something about needing to use the bathroom. I did, but that's beside the point. My real intention was to get some time to think about the implications of all of this.
I relieved myself as a million thought rushed through my head. I found myself thinking that I couldn't entirely trust Athena. Something about her just seemed wrong. I don't care what she said about an unloaded gun, that revolver was heavy enough to be a fairly lethal club should the need arise.
Besides, I'd pinned her earlier as the small-arms type.
I went back in my memory to when she rescued me in the sewer. I remembered taking some sleeping pills from her. I wondered if she needed them. Retrieving the bottle from yesterday's pants, I took one pill out and dropped it into the toilet. The pill did nothing for a few moments, then exploded into a