The Desolation Of A Soul

[Shadeleaf 1022]

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYKUeZQbMF0

 

“What... What happened...”

 

Silence

 

“Where... no; hah... no.”

 

Silence

 

 

---

 

      Shae’tan’s pseudo vision slowly flickered to life, the usual bubbly static upon activation persistent, yet... even after the allotted amount of time for normalization; it sustained itself. With a scrambling movement, it picked itself up, oddly enough still contained within its armor, it slumped against a cold, craggy marble white wall. It scrapped its talons slowly down the material, managing to mar it slightly, only to be faced with the fact that it did infact... regrow? Yes that was the term, regenerate. After a moment of refocusing, its gaze turned outwards towards where the supposed exit must be, and indeed it did see an exit, quite a large one in fact.

      With a wheeze inwards through the cold maw of a near shattered helm, it straightened itself, black mist leaking from its robes and joints of the armor it was contained with, the definition of ‘in rough shape’ at this point. Hobbling over, it stopped a meter or so afront of the presumed exit, reaching a gauntlet out to test what its vision could not perceive, hoping against hope it did not find the expected.

 

 -SHREIKKK-

 

      The Harbinger back upon the stone floor in a flurry of Blue-white armor and skewed robes, the misty form being forced from its shell, hovering exhausted a moment over the metal mess, before taking itself up, slowly, piece, by, piece, until it once more stood silent, one gauntlet near non-existent, the front two talons melted away in an explosion of holy light, leaving open voids where Setherien’s corruption leaked freely from.

      Then... it heard it. Or more as didn’t hear it. The ever present hive-mind, the lifeblood of the Harbinger’s and their connection with the lord of Darkness Himself, had vanished. It was alone with its own thoughts, its own memories and every single piece of accumulated knowledge the Scourge had taken from the mortal lands. In Shae’tan’s dazed mind, volumes of fractured knowledge flashed before its sight, overwhelming it for a considerable amount of time, weak screams and near human cries coming from the figure as it stood statuesque, lacking even the energy to allow the armor to fall to the ground.

      Time passed, and more and more, what felt like nights and days perhaps as the Harbinger came to terms with all it had accomplished and reaped, Setherien still sustaining it with threads of life, even through the undoubtedly warded room, just enough to allow it’s life force not to be ripped from this realm, yet near nothing else... It was in deep this time.

 

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      Earlier... Within the preceding weeks, gore and war flowing freely across cloud temple lands, three Harbingers, and something else stand high upon a bridge in the sky. With shouted orders and growled commands, Vak’thuul the Keeper ruthlessly commanded its servants, and the Harbinger’s of Setherien upon the battle field, by its side, Kalgeryas, Sitri’aim, and Shae’tan, all with staffs drawn and frost fire whirling about their forms, deflecting quite a few arrows from piercing their armor.

Stepping back, the golden beast of Vak’thuul left the three afront to deal with the incoming mortals, raising a gauntlet as one of the blood shards attached to the mighty, and well christened ‘cloud fortress’ broke free from its bearings, rotating at just an angle as power raced from Vak’thuul, aiming the corrupted Thanic shard towards the far hill. Upon said hill, rested two trebuchets... both of which not seeing what was soon to come.

      With a pause, deafening silence, and finally a roar to match that of the great Drakaar itself, the being launched the shard hill-wards, slamming it into one of the mechanical contraptions, shattering it absolutely as the other was but rocked by the impact. “It is done.” Vak’thuul hissed across the hivemind, the servants valiantly guarding the high bridge and Harbingers them thereafter, as... a noise, ripped through the air.

      It was not that of flame, nor that of arrow, but rather that of earth, very, very large amounts of earth hurtling towards the bridge the quartet stood sentinel upon. Lucky to get away, Vak’thuul rolled to safety, retreating within the floating fortress in preparation of what, unfortunately, needed to be done next; the others not being as lucky. Having seen the incoming earth, Kalgeryas and Sitri’aim easily surrendered their holds from the armor they were within, allowing it to crash down into the land and shatter violently, Shae’tan’s own landing upon a soft patch. Dazed, it rose slowly, spikes of its helm flaking to the soil as a boot came down upon it’s helm, pinning it helpless.

      A voice, “Sir! Bring him!” it boomed. ‘him... who could be him, mortal swo-’ the hive-mind began to theorize, only to be ripped apart instantly by a searing pain, true pain. 

 

      A web of emerald light and white mist enveloped the creature below its gaze, black mist seeming to try to escape before resigning within the armor for protection from the more-than-holy magic... this was nothing normal, this was of a true anguel. Shae’tan’s consciousness maintained for a moment or so longer, before fading to a limbo state of nothing...

 

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      Back within the cell, the harbinger dragged its opposite gauntlet down the holy shield, the tips of the fingers seeming to disintegrate upon contact, not unlike soft stone pushed against diamond... and yet of course, there was a another voice. “Shaela... you've fallen far dear...” it stated, the voice gruff and low, perhaps even streaked with sadness as a figure appeared in the Harbinger’s static clouded vision, a general outline at first, and thereafter colors and a definite shape. 

Amealeo

 

      It didn't know why, but the name was what first slipped into its mind at the voice, in solidarity from the hive-mind, it was no longer even afraid of what that might mean. “Oh... my darling...” it cooed once more, a hand set upon the force field between them, “Have no worries... I’ll fix you~ Just give me some time.”

 

      Now... what ever the voice meant by this didn't truly mean anything to Shae’tan. It wasn't broken, it was trapped... and if this figure planned to fix it? Well... there would be plenty of issues, as so long as Setherien’s power trickled through the variable magic sieve afront of it, it would most certainly not be going down without a fight.

 

 

Ever.

 

OOC

Hey there everyone, so, dat battle huh? I'll assume most of you have an idea of where I am now, so either way this is a way of playing into the story-line once more, and also explaining my absence... for a little bit hopefully. Confused? Good, I am too, we'll do this together :3 Happy rping everyone!
#HarbPride

[Galendar 631]

Amealeo sits in his cap site, holding a cup of tea with one hand, the other a emerald ring of vast importance to him. Flipping it over, he read the engraving to himself, a small tear rolling down his face as he read it out loud once more.

"Shaela."

Amealeo had been searching for her as best he could, his greatest love and drive nowhere to be found. The constant reminders bore heavily on his mind, making it ever harder to resist his urges to abandon his mission.

"Shaela, I will always love you. I hope I find you some day....."

he called quietly, falling silent once more.

((Dat picture tho))

[DragoonCrow 346]

Bob the skeleton builder sits with mini-Bob in his dwelling in the North. Everyone who met the poor soul has heard his heart-wrenching story about how he came upon this profession. Having his wife leave him when a rock smashed his right toe when working on construction, his insurance didn't cover it and he was forced out. He saw no other way to pay the bills, than to sign up with Setherin. Growling as he realized the lying Harbinger won't give him a race, he looks to little mini-Bob. Who is in desperate need of diapers. A tear would roll down his eye if he was able to as he walks into the cold...

[The Fact Core 511]

Mittens the Apparition cries, losed her master.