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Post by Kassil on Jul 21, 2004 2:46:30 GMT -5
The grand City by the Silver River was a city used to thousands of people passing through it each day; all kinds, of countless races. A state of cold war existed among the forces of Good and Evil, Law and Chaos, in this city, so the radiation of raw evil from one more traveller might well go unnoticed in the background noise...
Sionn sighed to himself as he drew back the hood of his cloak, looking down at Tarra-Lin, the grandest city of this mortal plane. "Tsk. So many lives, dancing in a futile attempt at grasping ephemeral things... Fools..." He began to walk again, his cloak rippling smoothly around him. Concealed beneath it were his supplies - food and drink, although he needed very little of either since his battle with the Ungod; his clothing and pack; and the relics from the last world: a pair of 9mm pistols, and several spare clips of ammunition for them. Weapons like them simply didn't exist in this medieval land, and he'd taken care to assure himself that they still worked here. A single bullet could sometimes do more damage than an entire army...
Sionn smiled slightly at that thought as he strode towards the immense city gates. Tarra-Lin was the center of local civilization, and it was here that his task to destroy this pathetic world would begin.
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Post by ExquisitusAngelus on Jul 21, 2004 3:00:06 GMT -5
Night. The shimmering stars twinkled their grace under a velvet sky of midnight blue. The night wind was ever so pleasant, rustling against the grass, making perfect harmony with the sorrounding trees. The placid melody of the Silver River's whisper was a melancholic and sorrowful one, the waters mourning the weight of the battles good and evil possessed.
Amidst the placid scenery stood a tall, thin figure. Bathed with the light of the silver full moon, the stranger was cloaked from the cold night chill and unfriendly eyes. A pair of deep emerald pools gazed out, as cherry full lips curved into a small, secretive smile. The stranger had heard the words of another not far off, words of someone that harbored hatred and anger in their hearts, it seemed. She spoke freely and unafraid, for she felt she owed fear nor hatred to no one.
"Though those lives seek something they may never find.. it still gives them a reason to live.. to strive and to look forward to change that may be for the better."
Watching him as he walked away, she let her melodious voice and light words be carried by the light wind.
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Post by Kassil on Jul 21, 2004 3:11:39 GMT -5
Sionn galnces to the side, at the speaker, and smiles faintly; even with the starglow, the raw charismatic appeal of his looks is plain. Even his sillhouette is gorgeous, as disturbing as the idea is. "A reason to live, you say?" The smile widens as Sionn slows and turns to regard the thin figure.
"Perhaps. And yet it is futility. All mortal lives end. All mortal creations crumble. Gods die, worlds fade, and none remember any of it." Sionn gestured to where a family slumbered beneath a tree near the city gates. "If they died, this world would not care; the guards would simply throw the bodies in the river with the rest of the trash. Mortal lives are worth nothing."
Silently, he wondered why he was bothering to talk. Perhaps it was some faint remnant of his mortality, feeling lonely... Foolishness.
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Post by ExquisitusAngelus on Jul 21, 2004 3:20:03 GMT -5
Celebrian said nothing for a moment or so. In that blessed silence, the murmurs of the river were more clearly heard. Celebrian's emerald eyes quietly gazed at the stranger infront of her. Suddenly, something tugged at her heart, and she understood. She knew despair.
"That is true... however... there is always someone that cares.. someone that whose heart would be broken... someone who would try and prevent the same fate from happening. It is true that all things fade and die... but how they are remembered, make them either eternal, or something trivial."
She quietly took some light steps towards her newfound stranger, as the fabric of her old, worn cloak swished with the wind, she carried herself in a carefree, graceful manner. She was not constrained by the strictness of society, nor did she care for its rules.
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Post by Kassil on Jul 21, 2004 3:27:25 GMT -5
Sionn smirks. "Memory is a mortal thing as well. It fades, warps, and is lost to time the same as all else." As Celebrian approaches, he resumes his walk, letting her trail along behind him - it hardly mattered if someone followed him, after all. In the end, everyone else would be wiped away. "You say there are those who would seek to prevent these things. Are you one?"
Sionn radiates no hate, no anger, no sorrow. Only calm - and pure, untainted evil, as bleak and foul as the ashes of burning sulphur in the deepest hells. "Would you strive to save those whose lives are fated to be wasted? Or are you, like others, one who pays only lip service to this philosophy of mercy?"
Mercy. Sionn had known the meaning of it, once; he still did, in an abstract way. It held no place in his world, however. Mercy was another mortal flaw. Weakness aiding weakness. Life - order attempting to struggle against dissolution into the void - was a travesty, an upset of the natural order of things. Oblivion was the true form of existence.
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Post by ExquisitusAngelus on Jul 21, 2004 3:36:25 GMT -5
Celebrian continued to quietly walk behind him and said in a light, yet brutally honest voice,
"To say I can save people from death and from being forgotten is a lie. I can however, bring them a bit of comfort... make them feel they are not completely alone and without aid.. the human heart may know weakness and may know hatred... but it also has the ability to love and feel compassion. Do you not agree, kind stranger?"
It was then she stopped to pull down at the hood of her cloak. As the fabric was pulled downwards, the silver moon revealed a lightly tanned visage, with exquisite features upon a kindly and innocent expression.
Huge eyes of emerald that stared at him with a friendliness and a willingness to become close so easily, so transparent and so perfectly readable. Her long tendrils of black, silk hair cascaded down her shoulders, past her back and reaching her waist.
Untainted by malice or the evils of the world, she was human... but she was not a conventional one. Her spirit was one of sorts, what kind of secrets did she conceal so well behind those forest pools?
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Post by Kassil on Jul 21, 2004 3:48:00 GMT -5
The sheer absurdity of the words is enough to bring Sionn to a brief halt, as he turns a bemused look on the woman. Kind stranger? Him? Only in that the destruction he brought was swift and often painless. "Compassion and love are... Virtues, among those who need such, I am sure."
Absently, he reaches out and seizes a bat that had been about to fly past; on contact with him, the small creature begins to struggle madly, the small mind sensing the evil coursing in the blood of the thing holding it in a way that humans and their near cousins had forgotten about long before learning the secrets of fire. "I, however, have no weakness or softness for others." His eyes glint, cruel sapphire discs in the starlight. "Mortality is a frailty I lack, and with it I lack all the other flaws and virtues of that endless weakness."
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Post by ExquisitusAngelus on Jul 21, 2004 3:55:36 GMT -5
Celebrian stared at him, at the coldness of his eyes, and said nothing. Her eyes grew dim with sadness as she watched him capture the poor creature. "I pity you.."
She said with sadness. Usually sympathy was a hypocritical feeling humans exerted to pretend to be humane, but it was not so with her.
"In lacking mortality you also have lost sight of the very few but precious things in life you can only enjoy once." She continued to stare at the man, her expression calm and so nostalgic.
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Post by Kassil on Jul 21, 2004 4:03:56 GMT -5
"Pity all you wish." Sionn suddenly let the bat fly free. It wasn't why he was here, and it would die soon enough anyway. "I could hardly lose something I never had to begin with." He's fairly sure he never suffered mortal problems like one-time-only events. In a lifetime stretching to infinity, everything happened, unless he stopped it from doing so. And it all happened repeatedly...
"Either way, pity or no, I have tasks to take care of." A few important people to kill, to plunge the city into destructive chaos. His magic had already told him the key points of this society's power, after all. A few eons of experimentation had let his divinations become very precise. "So, in your compassion for life, do you intend to stop me from my goal?"
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Post by ExquisitusAngelus on Jul 21, 2004 4:24:16 GMT -5
Celebrian looked at the bat and stared at the man infront of her. She took a few quick steps, and suddenly she was infront of those gates, between him and the cold iron of the metal in the gates. Her eyes were deep and clear as the ocean, but within was a darkness of secrets that would probably never be found.
"If you come here with the intent of terminating the lives of innocent people and break the balance of nature's way, then yes.. I stand between you and the lives of these people. I will do everything I can to preserve the lives of those that wish to live... you have no right to take that away from them.. you did not give them life, you cannot take it away."
The memories of her childhood slowly began to seep into her mind like a current of deep waters, and her eyes were almost flooded by sudden tears, yet she did not let them fall. They lingered, but eventually went away.
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Post by Kassil on Jul 21, 2004 4:45:05 GMT -5
Had Sionn been someone else, a more common villain, he might have laughed. Instead, he shrugged. "Nature's way? The same nature which disrupted the perfect balance of the Void, eons ago?" His eyes glint again as the focus on the woman. "As for killing innocent people..." He pauses, and a faint smile crosses his face. "I simply seek to restore the primal balance."
"And you're welcome to try to stop me still, if you wish. You'll not be the first... And you'll be far from the last to try." Sionn's eyes have become flat, crytalline spheres now, the emotions from a few moments before wiped clean. He can feel the Ungod's power surging within, demanding to be unleashed to erase things from being, to be allowed to run free and consume everything. That was where the Ungod had failed and fallen to him. Restraint and control were the key to everything... "I have patience, you see. If need be... I can simply outwait your life."
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Post by ExquisitusAngelus on Jul 21, 2004 11:44:15 GMT -5
Celebrian had never encountered such coldness and lack of caring before. She continued to stare at Sionn, with a look of sadness and inner defeat. When she meant she would try to stop him, she did not intend physical fighting. She now needed to make somewhat of an ammend with her misunderstood actions.
Should he notice, never did she assume a battle stance, nor did she draw any sort of weaponry. Because her spirit was almost directly connected with the spirit realm, she felt the qualms of that darkness that demanded release from within him. She said nothing, and took a tentative step towards him.
"Why are you so determined to terminate human life? What made you turn to this ideal? Because I have a feeling you were not always like this..."
She continued to stare at him. Were she a normal human she would have been inquisitive, seeking information to satisfy herself, but her eyes demonstrated something else: the deep need to somehow help him. Perhaps she couldn't save those innocent lives after their conversation, but she could perhaps initiate a connection with things that kept him human at one point, no matter how small or thin the connection was.
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Post by Kassil on Jul 21, 2004 12:47:12 GMT -5
Sionn's eyes glint once again, and his expression quirks into one of faint amusement. "Why am I like this? What made me 'turn to this ideal'?" The faint amusement strengthens into a smile of sorts, although it is one that fails to reach his eyes.
"I am Sionn. I am the Flame of Oblivion. I have been to the places outside the mortal realms - beyond the heavens and the hells - and I seek to remove an ancient corruption on the Void. Mortality disrupts the perfect nature of the void. It resists the perfect entropy of Oblivion. And yet it succumbs, as well, constantly rotting and renewing itself."
Sionn paused, and a slight, unseen wind ruffled his hair and cloak. "I am the slayer of the Ungod, the Mouth of Oblivion. It is my duty and my fate to erase the mortal planes that all may return to perfection."
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Post by ExquisitusAngelus on Jul 21, 2004 15:30:41 GMT -5
Celebrian could stare into eyes an say absolutely nothing as she took in everything that was said to her. Her deep emerald eyes slowly dropped to the ground, as if she was being scolded, or ridiculed. She took in a soft breath, and looked back to the sky. As she gazed upwards, her visage contorted into an expression of wisdom... ancient wisdom that understood everything that was living and was nonliving.
"There could never be perfection. No matter how many times you "try to restore the balance of Oblivion," life will find itself back upon the ashes of the fires you had created. "
She now looked down, to stare quietly into his fathomless eyes. "Do you intend to terminating everything living.. down to the last blade of grass?"
She smiled sadly and continued to explain, "I'm sorry... I'm afraid I don't understand the concept of evil, I am exposed to the evils of the world.. the evils of humanity... and those that despite humans for it... but I simply don't understand.."
She brought her hand infront of her and clasped them together, as a child awaiting for a lesson. The night wind toyed with the tendrils of soft, black hair, raising them and making them flow with its rythm.
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Post by Kassil on Jul 21, 2004 16:01:45 GMT -5
Sionn merely gazes back at the expression of wisdom, his own visage inhumanly calm and neutral in expression. "Perhaps. Life and existence may claw their way back from the Void endlessly. That is fine. The battle to remain is, itself, a method to destruction. Energy expended, burnt off in the struggle."
He pauses, and again might have chuckled, were he someone else. "Some who have been called wise in the past have said that opposites are vital in these worlds of mortals." He pauses once more, and quirks a slim eyebrow. "While I feel I must wipe existence away, perhaps I am merely a part of some grand cosmological balance - a destroyer, balancing the creators."
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