[!] A desired Return, Forgiven but not forgotten. - Pact #2 Akathro

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A Desired Return…

 

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“The weak can never forgive. Grace is the attribute of the strong.”

 

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Pact #2- Akathro

 

PROLOUGE

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It was around evening time, in Celia'nors outskirts, a village which was just dying down and settling for the night as families and denizens began to enter their homes- Ember was preparing to go back out. Just as she set her children to bed. The Elder Priestess walked forth first into her garden, when she gave her regular departing respects to her lesser, leaving the casual herbs and reigniting the sage and incense. Ember prayed for forgiveness, above all her family and their protection. Before leaving her home, she left the bucket of water slightly tilted, allowing the water to merely drop so that the cauldron would not warm up or cause any hazards while her young slept.

 

Tap…

 

Tap…

 

Tap…

 

Coming into the small yet well-dressed kitchen and dining area she saw her sons Damon and Jari’el, they nodded silently their goodbyes and signed their love for their mother. Ember smiled, and so she departed to the coast.

 

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The Journey

 

 

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   Coming into the view of the tropical south, Ember reached her destination. The Silver Isles of Haelun’nor, the realm of the Mali’aheral. Once upon a time, her father and mother originated from here. Now from time to time does Ember- a shaman, travels to the Silver State to do some research, as they delve deeply into the topics' of medicine, progressive theories, and Chemistry and Alchemy. Ember finds herself always in the eternal library, constantly absorbing the knowledge, but her journey here was not for that. Whilst exploring the city in the morning time, she finds her old friends, Veralya Wynasul and Ante’ahern, the trio share some time together, speaking and telling their tales of their time separated. Embers used the power of the spirits to tell a fortune to Veralya, one which she took to heart.

 

As the evening began to set, Ember awoke from her rest in the inn. Night had struck the Silver state. And midnight was nigh, as the moon became covered by the clouds. Embers set out to the shores south of the silver isles. There she found a flat raft strung by a rusty anchor with a chain. While not the greatest choice, Ember used the large flat board. The elders brought her golden bowl. Within it, she brought the necessary items. The time had come for the spirit walk.

 

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The Spirit Walk to Akathro

 

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The fin of a male shark, scales of an angle fish, sand, seaweed, and a small portion of salt and a hand scoop of water. Embers began to chant the words of power, of the ancestors, of Old blah as she sat in her usual meditative crisscross.

 

“Oh powerful Lord of the sea, come, speak now, speak to me…”

(“O’ gothûrz goth m- niin, skaat ahm flokolgûl ghashn-puhkl mi”)

 

Embers then cast her match, and the flames lit, and rose to the ethereal blue. Then she pricked her finger, and cast her spiritual essence. The silver embers arose and transformed into her nine fox tails, which in the dark shimmered brightly and stood out amongst the dark waters. Embers focused as she poured her mana into the walk as her head lowered, and her soul passed into the oceans. 

 

As her spiritual form dipped back into the dark oceans, she began to fall. The waters were dark this time of night, but we're perfect for a deeper connection to the elemental spirit. Upon her entering she found herself in a shipwreck, storms and typhoons surrounded her once more, this time Ember has no guide like Brook to show her the way. No hand to hold her, this time she was strong, wise and not new to the chaotic domains of the Sea. Lightning struck the mast which Ember had attempted to cling onto but this time she’d find out that all things must fall.

 

“What did I do last time…?” 

 

She asked, looking around, her view clouded by the large droplets and bright flashes of the storm. Then as she finally got a glimpse of the ocean, she saw a large shadow dip down and away. Such a behemoth roamed her like killer whales  roamed a sea otter. Then from the depths did a large Megalodon, with a hammer as its head propped and slingshots itself up into the sky, and seemingly wasted no time in replying to ember. It's voice boomed as thunderstruck, and it said… simple words;

 

“Y O U. B E C A M E. F O O D..”

(“Latz kul-gîl”)

 

The sea beast, perfectly, landed on the rock and devoured the shipwreck and Ember too. The elders were not used to it back then and were not used to it now, to her, it felt real, her fear felt real, and her screams were even louder than before.

 

Before she knew it, she was spat out. The goo and gunk from the behemoths mouth slouched the shamans clothing, mere scratches and rips in her dress, and most disgusting part of them all. Unlike many orcs who enjoy it, she smelled horrible. Before her stood a man with armor, but his head was of a hammer head shark. Two figures whose looks were beyond disfigured in barnacles and aquatic flora held two tridents prongs to her throat as she stood straight, knelt before the spirit.

 

“You come before me, once more… the courage within you does not compare to your fearful screams which you shout at my tiniest pet.”

 

Akathro chuckled deeply, his fingers caressing his trident. Which was decorated in what would be Gold and steel. Garnished with the faces of his fallen beast and stop a woman which Ember could not make out.

 

“Yet, my pet did not swallow you whole, meaning you are worthy to return to me. So Why?”

 

He leaned forward, his fishy gaze stared at the pink haired elf. With pity amongst his other feelings.

 

“To apologize…”

 

“To apologize….pity, it was in vain.” 

 

The Spirit raised two fingers, as the two figures prepared to thrust their prongs into her, ember shouted with a shaken voice.

 

“WAIT… PLEASE!”

 

The two guards paused, sensing their lord halt them, He then said.

 

“Are you going to beg?” - “Strike a deal with me?”

 

The Spirit smiled with entertainment. But that smile turned into a shocked frown. As Ember presented the heart of a sea monster, or a piece of it. He knew what it was, or whom it was from. This beast was the same one that latched onto Idrils arm, in Amathine s harbor. Ember showed it to him and his face was one filled with anger.

 

“YOU DARE…?!” He shouted! 

 

Only then did ember lower her arm, as she sighed and exerted a breath of relief, seeing the mermen back off, their tridents lowered. Then she spoke.

 

“I come to show you, I am worthy, Of your power again…”

 

Ember gave a cocky smirk, knowing how violent the sea king is, she met him head on and did not manage to shock but mock him.

 

“You looked upon me with pity, thinking I was weak. I’m not Uruk, but I was and am your servant.”

 

Then ember threw the piece into the waters behind her.

 

“I forsook you, because you failed to offer me the power necessary to do my bidding.”

 

Then the spirit roared, the violence was expressed up on his own guards as he ripped the heads of the pair, and then grasped ember by the neck. Then, using his sharp fingers, he pierced the elfesses stomach, it gushed out the red ichor as she became marked. Ember felt such pain, excruciating and unbearable, as blood waterfalled from her mouth. Being unable to scream and breath felt like an execution. Then the spirit laughed as he raised the elf high, walking her over to the pool of brine. 

 

“You came back to bind again with me, to form a pact. This time it will not be so easy to leave, for I will take more than five hundred years off your life span. I want more in return.”

 

Blood trickled down the spirit's arm, and Embers eyes fluttering on their own as she began to endure the pain, but the soul marking felt more than just a soul mark. 

 

“Go forth, capture me as a bigger sacrifice than just a heart piece, bring me a mage and drown them in the oceans. And bring me another follower…do this, and maybe I will grant you more power”.

 

Then the spirit asked once more to the fading shaman.

 

“Don't forget to breathe….”

 

As soon as he spoke he dropped the elf into the brine pool, she sunk into it slowly, as the brine took over her body. Outside, her hair retook the kelp and seaweed locks. Her soul returned to the mortal realm, shaken but empowered by the spirit's gift of animism. 

 

But her spirit was now expected to be part of a shipwreck inside the ocean of brine. And it will forever be if she forsook the spirits.

 

Forgiven, but at a cost.

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OOC: This is a self rp, none of this is known Irply unless you were part of the rp or are told irp. (Self explanitory).