Rings Of Memory

[Shadeleaf 1022]

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      Shrieking rose from the deepest caves in the north, Shae’tan’s gauntlets dragging across a stone slab, drawing sparks from the plate as it once more fumed in what it assumed to be ‘anger’. The room was dimly lit, brewing stands all about littered with paper and and multiple stacks of pillaged books, in the corner lay a variety of corpses, at this moment sitting stagnant in the room, filling it with a slight rotting stench.

 

      The purpose of the room would soon be clear to the mortals, very soon it hoped, yet as with all things this had a separate purpose. Upon the now cyan streaked table lay three things... A map, a ring, and but of course a blood shard. The composition of the ring would be that of what appears to be marble and gold inlay... a dulled emerald about the top which was obviously worn down from years of use, and years thereafter of interment into the earth. The map besides shown 5 more locations, along with 4 sparkling emerald points upon the paper, despite being made in ink, blazing with a glory of no other.

 

      With a proverbial sigh, Shae’tan once more returned to it’s position, hunching over the table with creaks of armor and the sound of crackling, iced over robes. With one gauntlet it pulled forth the shard from the table, its glow intensifying within its grasp as power seeped once more within. “I can take it back... but for the right reason.” a soft voice sounded within the creature’s hive-mind, despite all pain accumulated from the action, taking up the small ring in the other set of talons.

 

     Now, other than not being able to truly touch this ring... it had quite a few separate effects upon Shae’tan. It’s sensitive pseudo-vision began to blur whilst it came into contact with it, the streaks of disguised skin it kept prevalent at all times fading with shrieking wisps of black, and finally... the memories started to flow once more. Flashes of golden armor, the booming commands of Vak’thuul echoing with mortal dissonance, and the sweet, salty smell of the sea were all mixed with the great flapping of leather wings... then blackness.

Shaking its helm, the creature plunged the shard into the center of the emerald once more, corruption and light fighting each other in a vicious battle of near unlimited power, flares of light and void like darkness flaring about the room before, once more, the creature was forced to relinquish its hold upon the object, cloke showing signs of smog flowing more freely through the pores, the the armor upon its very being seeming to almost sag. Exhaustion.

 

      With a slinking motion, it abandoned its armor, what sight it had now being reduced only to blurry outlines of shapes a few meters afront of it, and the omnipresent influence of the Drakaar only intensifying on its unshielded form. Though the armor may have been designed to contain, it was also useful to protect from the full brunt of it’s designers power for those held within, a blessing in a way. The smog that is Shae’tan made its way to the side of the cavern, seeping into one of the cast aside corpses with  a fluid motion through a hole in the chest cavity, undoubtedly made by the Harbinger’s very own gauntlet.For a time, it practiced freezing and thawing areas with perfect control to make the lump of flesh sit bolt upright, its eyes already having been frozen open, allowing the Harbinger to enjoy some sort of semblance of mortality... an unfortunate side effect of being around that damned ring.

 

     Forcibly raising the hand of the corpse up to the face, the Harbinger within for a time enjoyed what it was... what the immolated figure was once before this time of darkness...

 

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      The night dragged on within the cave, frost fire flying out at time until the very sun rose,

and with a final shriek of apathy and degraded will, a small speck flew from the interior, landing a ways away with a small eruption of snow at the spot of impact. The emerald now scratched and much more dull than it was as of previous, the ring sat sentinel in the snow... waiting once more for a wearer, yet as fate would have it, this time drew closer than it would have imagined

 

 

      A figure clad in white and emerald cloak approached through the snow, weeks having passed from the past incident as something caught its eye. Within the snow, the ring shown out with a wave of emerald light...  The figure strode forwards through the packed snow, taking up the ring in one hand shaking hand brought on by the anticipation of what luck may have befallen, it searched it over. Upon the underside of the ring, lay scrawled a single name

 

“Shaela”

 

      With a sharp exhale, the figure gripped it tight, the name ringing in its mind as if it were muttered but the day before... he realized what needed to be done, and with that, set off into the deeper north, in search of answers, and more so that of an old mentor.

 

OOC: Yet another little progress report of what we're doing for the Scourge and Lance storyline, changes are happening pretty quick, and this is just another way of introducing him. Happy Rping everyone!

[Galendar 631]

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