The Destruction of the Lumination

[Samaena]

Aeron_Luminatti: The Cherry tree outside of her bedroom window at the Lumination was where she sat. How long as she been here now on her own. Watching the lake, looking toward the wood which shielded her own little cabin from view…just in the hopes that she might see Noa venture out? - She shouldn't have done what she had but it was too ate to take it back now. She knew he'd been out, she'd not have woke in her own bed after she had collapsed if he hadn't but, she still needed the time to pout on her own. It was what she needed, to be out and about. Trapped here upon the Luminatti lands was not so much of an imposition, it was more of a bind. She loved them, Lillith knew that but she was still Aeron, she still needed to run and be herself. - Occasionally she'd look down to the Cherry orchard itself, toward the ery end where she had made her way so many times back to the homelands. Lips pursed each time and a deep breath taken. She missed them all so very much and to not be able to go…well she fidgeted upon the branch she had perched upon, ringing up one knee to hug it to her as she again looked toward her place at the other side of the lake.

lillith_luminatti: She had been very ware of Aerons brooding for awhile now, and had attempted to allow her Sprite the time alone she needed. Yet she felt it had been enough. Silent steps had taken her outside, languidly making her way to the Orchard to lean against the trunk of the very tree her sister was perched within. The sunlight danced of platimnum locks, her own gaze of mercury lingering upon the vast lake. Pursing rosebud lips she would finally speak, her timbre cool and soothing, arms crossing over her abdomen. " What will you do Aeron? We both know staying here is driving you insane. How long can you continue to hide? Something must be done..and I think you know what I mean." Her head would lower slightly, silken locks flowing against either side of her lovely face, hiding the sinister smile that curled the corners of her mouth.

Aeron_Luminatti: It was just as well Lillith didn't or couldn't see the scowl upon her face as she was pointed out the obvious. It wasn't that she didn't want to be around Lillith at all, she loved her, needed her and Lillith always knew best. If she hadn't wanted to talk she'd have flit back into her room to do just as Lillith thought she was anyway, and hid. "He wont leave the cabin" she was of course talking about Noa…whether he had or not she wasn't sure. She'd just needed to give him that time without her ther to hold his hand all the time. He had been a King in his own right back in the homelands and to see him as he was…crippled her. She wanted him back. "Elg didn't ever come back either" was there something wrong with her? The question lay unspoken upon her lips as she leaned forward rather precariously over the branch to look down upon her sister. Crystal blue eyes as clear as the sky, the rosy hue within her cheeks, the mane of platinum framing her face as she leaned. "What do you suggest?" - narrowing her eyes as she caught that cruel twist in Lillith's lips "And you can wipe that smile off your face right now if you think for one minute I'll let you start throwing your weight around" it was all rather delicate. Noa had done what he had for her…to make sure the council didn't get their way, sacrifices all round…but that didn't stop her longing for the place she once knew as a home, or the people she loved as family.

lillith_luminatti: Her smile would not leave as she raised her head to meet the crystal eyes staring down at her, giving a wink and feining a look of innocence. " Throwing my weight around? Whatever could you mean.." But slowly her smile would fade, giving a sigh and shrugging her shoulders. " I see no other recourse, but this is your thing not mine. I say step in with guns drawn and take care of the problem. You and Noa can't live the rest of your days in hiding for fuck sake." Pushing off thetree she began to pace, her silver spur chinking softly with her agitated steps. She too had become restless, needing something to take out her own aggresions on. " Men come and go Aeron. It has nothing to do with you.. it is them. They say one moment they are content, but eventually it changes. We are Luminatti Aeron, and in the end.. we are destined to never remain with one man. Trust me. It's safer to be alone.." Would Aeron hear the sarcasm in her voice? Surely.. Lillith was indeed a woman scorned, and in her mind, she knew that there would never be a man capable of handling her.

Aeron_Luminatti: Yes…her eyes would roll with the same sarcastic manner Lillith used in her tone at the mention of tearing in there all guns blazing. "-I'm- not hiding" she stated quite simply. Swinging down through the branches of the tree she knew would cradle her every move till her bare feet settled within the soft grass which now Lillith paced upon. She had to grin as she felt the agitation, teasing in that sisterly manner. Listening to every word. - what that the truth? Was it really better and safer to be alone? "I cant leave him, I cant go back and…" well did she have to voice her reasons? "I don't know Lil." She'd lean back against the tree as Lillith had done and sighed. "I had a dream once you know? I saw children, I saw you Mothering them Lil…and they all loved you unconditionally. - Was that all it was Lil? A dream?" maybe she had seen the others in a time long since lost. Maybe she had glimpsed the future…who knew. "We need to do something Lillith, you're restless. I'm restless and its too quiet here." Fact is. Aeron perhaps wanted so much, which normally would have been so little to those not of their ilk. "I just know that I cant stay here much longer. I'm going stir crazy waiting for Noa to pull his head out of the sand" she'd pout then and chew her lower lip as she watched the figure of her sister pace, and pace, and pace some more.

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lillith_luminatti: She would stop asAeron spoke of her dream. A slender brow would perk up at the mention of children, and she herself being in their midst. Nothing would be said for awhile as she mulled this over, the wind dancing gently through her long mane. And she would smile again, yet this time it would be soft. Moving over next to aeron, she would again perch against the tree, reaching out to toy idley with her sisters quicksilver locks. "An interesting picture that. Me surrounded by a bunch of screaming brats? Oh yeah that would work out well for everyone." Though her words seemed hard, she was still smiling. Perhaps she was getting old, actually thinking on such a thing, and enjoying it. Shifting her gaze to the lake again she would nod at Aerons last words, dropping her hands to shove them in the pockets of her jeans. " I agree. It -is- to quiet here. I know I need some action, or I'll go insane as well. Though the notion of growing old and being a gramma isnice, it's way to damn soon. I have many years of chaos to inflict yet. Yet still, this entire situation is yours to deal with. Whatever you decide I'll back you up and you know that." Her sly smile would return, lifting her chin slightly. "Just don't make me wait to long, or I'll find some fun on my own.."

Aeron_Luminatti: Tipping her head a little till it settled upon Lil's shoulder while those strands of her hair were taken and teased. A deep breath taken to savour that scent of Lilac…"You know you'd love it" yes Lillith would have loved to have had a hoard of screaming brats cluttered about the Lumination, just as much as she would have. "Don't worry Lil. It was just a dream" sighed wistfully away. "Don't let me keep you here Lil. I know how to reach you if I need you and those guns…and I know you'll keep a damn keen ear open on the off-chance." In other words she was telling Lillith to go and find her chaos. She could not stand to see her as restless as she felt. Her own was her own doing and she had none other to blame…except Noa. "Adonis will keep me in check I'm sure…and I promise to be good" her own grin would mirror that of Lillith's sly little smile. "Go" she'd bounce right back and throw her arms around Lillith's neck and hug so tight "Go before you grow too old and wither way here. I wont be far behind" and that was no idle promise.

lillith_luminatti: She would laugh softly as her little sister flung her arms about her, returning the grip just as tight. Burying her face into Aerons neck she would do the same, gathering in her peachy goodness, murmuring softly as she hugged her Sprite. " I love you so much. It has been you that has kept me alive Aeron. Knowing that you are always there, even when you have been away. Like I said before. Men will come and they will go, but we will always have each other." Her voice would trail away into the wind, and she remained there for many a long moment holding Aeron tight. Yet soon she would sigh, peeling gently away, leaving a kiss upon her sisters soft cheek. With a wink she would chuckle, tossing stray strands of silver from her mercury eyes." Yeah. Like Adonis could keep you on a leash. Please. But you're right. If I don't go away from here even but for a small bit I'll go nuts. I think a walkabout in Ayenee could do me some good. Find some punk ass to beat the hell out of hmm?" A light came to her eyes, mischief incarnate as she thought on the prospects. Oh indeed, some fun could be had..

Aeron_Luminatti: Aeron was sure Lillith had only remained her for her sake and she'd not have it that way any longer. Squeaking softly as she was hugged just as wholly. "I love you too Lil" but she knew that. Many times she had dropped in those three little words, just because. Even as she was held that much longer than usual, she held her breath and blinked into the lilac strands of her sisters hair…the damn woman had actually said it, it was not whispered with that loving caress within the link. She had said it so openly and she put that much more into her own embrace, no big deal made, nothing said about it whatsoever. "Just make sure you do stay alive Lil. I really wouldn't know what to do without you" and that was a truth. Lillith kept her fet on the ground, pulled her into line when she needed it and Adonis…well he'd been worth a try. He was too soft for his own good and perhaps Lillith might have thought differently had they not been able to wind the man around their little finger. All of them. "Fine" she sighed with that feigned dejected tone, peeling away from Lilith, grinning as that spark came to light her sisters eyes. "I'll be good for him. I wont break anything" she would try that was for sure. "Just make sure you come home eh? And leave the punk ass where you find him" she'd shake her head a little and chuckle softly. Yeah she knew Lillith would probably leave him laid in a pool of his own blood, a good kick till some bones broke as she walked away from the scene…as innocent as you liked.

lillith_luminatti: Allowing her piercing gaze to linger upon Aeron for awhile, her smile would be as full of the love she truly felt for her sister. Upon the words of her not dying she would wave a hand flippantly, rolling her eyes. " Me, die? No way. I've got to much to live for. I've grown within myself Aeron, and I no longer feel the way I used to. I've come to terms with who and what I am, and I'm perfectly content with me." Lifting her arms above her head she would stretch languidly, gazing about. " You know.. I should take you with me. You are Luminatti, you need to make your mark in this world. You've alreadymade it in the Homelands, why not in Ayenee as well? Think on it Aeron.. what we could do together. It would be a grand time.." Shifting her head she would gaze at Aeron over her shoulder, already working things out in her mind. Indeed, the two of them set loose upon the land? " Think on it. We could become the present days Robin Hoods."

Aeron_Luminatti: What was this? Lillith inviting her to join her and cause as much chaos as they could. How could she refuse? "What about Noa?" she'd ask, looking to the other side of the lake. The want to remain at least till she had told Noa what she was going to do and the want to just turn around and go with her sister on a jaunt through Ayenee the only thing stopping her from leaving there and then. - then again she could always leave a note, leave signs in their wake as they travelled. She could find Noa without a second thought if she so wished to. Could he still do the same of her? Glancing between Lillith and the other side of the lake she worried for a moment "You think he'd understand if we just…went?" Lillith wouldn't be sympathetic she knew but it was worth a try. Though while Lillith already schemed and plotted she, as always worried for those left behind. It was just her, it was her way and that commitment to those she loved that kept her coming back. Could she justify her departure…for Lillith. Her sister still needed her…although it wasn't voiced, she was still needed and everyone knew her own came before all else. However, there was a very broad grin and a single nod "I think I'd like to go."

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lillith_luminatti: She knew Aeron would worry about what Noa felt were Aeron to just up and leave. Lillith could give a shit. In her mind, the fact Noa still had his 'head in the sand' as Aeron had so eloquently put it irritated her to no end. Noa had done a wonderful thing helping Aeron as he had, yet it seemed to her he had given up to easily. Were it her, had she been able to have any part in this little drama that had unfolded for her sister, she would have taken care of business long ago. Waiting was simply not Lilliths style. She would watch Aeron as her sister pondered things, grinning big as she saw the same light dance into those crystal blue eyes. Ah yes, so very Luminatti. None of her family could ever walk away from adventure. It simply wasn't possible. She would let out a whoop as Aeron gave in, already her mind in motion. Pacing again ahand up to run her fingers over her chin as she thought out loud. " Don't worry about Noa. If he wants to find you, you know he'll be very capable of it. The fact that he's decided to simply brood instead of coming up with a plan to me shows cowardice, but I don't know him like you do. Who knows, maybe he'll set his purse down and grow some balls when he realizes you're gone to have some fun without him? Maybe he'll join our little escapade on saving the weak and innocent and kicking some ass. You think he might? is he that type of man?" A questioning look given to Aeron, for indeed her sister had been quite tight-lipped about this man who had saved her from certain death. Maybe nowAeron would let Lillith know just what Noa was like.

Aeron_Luminatti: Simple fact was. Aeron had no idea how Noa felt, she could only imagine. Still worrying over the endless possibilities and the consequences that may or may not cause another hell of her own she didn't want or need she shrugged slightly and looked at Lillith. Voicing the truth. She could not put Noa down, no matter how much he'd upset her. "He's Fae Lillith, not like me. You have to remember that everything out here that we know so well is all new to him. He knows nothing of…" she had to pause and think for a moment, there was so much they took for granted without even a thought and she had to think even now. And she really couldn't think "Your bike!" she finally chirped up. "He'd probably die of fright if he saw that or even heard it Lillith. He's unaccustomed to those that…don't believe. The homelands were protected, shielded from those and everything that we know" she paused for a moment, taking stock of Lillith's words "He's a good man, he ruled fairly in the homelands Lil. I loved him then and I love him now. He just needs a little more time, to get used to the way things are out here. It's a lot to tak in. Trust me" there had been times when she had been with them far longer than she had intended and even she had to take things slowly upon her returns at times. Silence came over her as she thought on what even she had said. She loved him? He had told her that he loved her but…if she was to go away with Lillith would he leave like Elg had? A heavy sigh had her admit a truth. "He'll find me, he'll come. I'm sure of it" but was she? In her heart she was, but what about her mind. Lillith had said that men come and go…and it was safer to be alone. Was this the same, would it be the same with Noa?

lillith_luminatti: She watched and listened carefully. Taking it all in saying nothing, betraying no emotion as Aeron spilled her innermost thoughts. Inwardly she found it amusing that Noa would freak out at the sight of her bike. maybe she'd have to 'introduce' him to it someday soon. That'd be some funny shit there. But Aeron was being quite serious, and she would blink as her sister said she loved him. Lillith saw easily the turmoil Aeron was going through. Indeed Lillith could go on for hours on the pros and cons of her sister falling for this man. But she had learned long ago to let all her sisters do as they pleased. Not that she wouldn't put in her two cents, that was a certainty. Lillith had 'touched' Noa when all this had first started, and she honestly couldn't see anything within him that would cause the man to hurt her sister. But, true to who Lillith was, she simply didn't trust him completely. She hadn't trusted Elg either, had kept her mouth shut for the most part on that entire situation. Or not. Whatever the case, Aeron trusted him even through her trepidations. " Well if you're sure of it, then heres hoping he lives up to your expectations. All I ask is that you don't step into him as blindly as you did with that lop-eared Drow. And i'll say the same thing i did about Elg. If Noa hurts you in any manner, I'll hunt him down. I let Elg live.. I won't do it with Noa."

Aeron_Luminatti: There were times when even she didn't know what she wanted, from one day to the next, from one hour to the next she could make up her mind a million times over. There was always the truth with her though, unless she really did need to cover something with a lie. This time there were none of those and she knew. Lillith telling her that Noa would not get away with anything as lightly as Elg had, she'd have no say no matter what she did. Shrugging her shoulders she gave into that…for the time "Fine" that was all she had to say really. She had thought at one time that Elg had loved her as she had believed. Too naïve? Again that pout decorated her features and she'd look toward the lake, the wood at the other side. Her now veiled cabin and she'd sigh heavily. Maybe if she travelled with Lillith a little she'd be able to make more informed choices. Perhaps she'd not do so badly but…there was still the over-bearing fact, she was almost more of Noa's kind than she was human. - And those two factors fought each other relentlessly. Perhaps one day she'd know who she was as Lillith knew herself now. Maybe she'd be happy with what she saw. Only time would tell…wouldn't it?

lillith_luminatti: She couldn't help but grin as Aeron aquiesced. Aeron knew how Lillith was. Lillith had done damage to people that had hurt herself. Just imagine what she'd do to anyone that hurt her family? But she wouldn't say any more on the subject, very aware of how confused Aeron was, and mainly with herself. Who knew how long it would be before Aeron came into her own. Look how long it had taken Lillith. Look what she had had to endure, what others had had to endure for so long before Lillith had 'grown'. She gave a soft kiss to those pouting lips before pacing again, planning. " We need not take anything. We can just go as we are. Thing is though, how do we travel? Would you feel comfortable on the back of the bike? personally I'd rather take that then walk. And one never knows. We might need to be able to get out of a place in a hurry hmm?" Another wink and a laugh. For the first time in awhile she felt alive again, and simply from the prospect of this adventure.

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jerai_exmortus* <arrives> Male 500 from Ayenee
samhain_exmortus* <arrives> Male 999 from Ayenne/Hell alias Samhain

Aeron_Luminatti: Lillith was batted playfully away, she knew there was only the best intention but she wasn't going to make things difficult for Lil. She did indeed know how she was. Her nose was scrunched up at the thought of travelling on the back of Lil's bike and she shook her head a little- "I'd rather walk" selfish? Yes although walking would take longer, it just meant they'd have more time. "Or run" -thought of a quick and needy get away brought a glance Lil would know all too well but to see that light once more, knowing Lillith was keen to get away. It made her day all that much brighter. "But I will if I have to" She had before and she would again, but at least this time she'd been asked. "When we leaving?"

lillith_luminatti: She would beam. Tossing her head, her thick hair gleaming in the sun, she would give a glance towards the Lumination. " The bike it is then. Trust me.. I won't dump you. I think you might like it more then you know. It's as close to flying that I've been able to come to darlin'." Taking Aerons hand tight within her own she would smile at her sister, leading her towards the Lum. " We leave as soon as I tell Adonis what's up. He tends to get pissy when I just up and take off without warning. He hates having to take over. If i don't say anything I'll come back to a mountain of paperwork in retaliation for my actions." Oh but her smile was huge. This was going to be fun. it had been to long. It was time Ayenee was reminded about the Luminatti.

samhain_exmortus* It was not usually 'him' to wander aimlessly across the lands of Ayenne. It was less like him to put aside the ressurection of the Tenbatsu, for so very long. It was he and no one else, for his long lived disciple as well had not been seen in countless generations. It was unfortunate, though with the path that he walked it was perhaps no odd occurance that such events would befall him. It did not matter solely in the fact that he was commited to his path, and regardless of the storms and trials that would face him, he would struggle through them and eventually reach his goal. A goal which few save for his closest would ever hope to understand. Already he had learned so much through life and death. Did he rival his old master now, or was his much vaunted quest for more knowledge only the first few pages of a never ending book. Who was to say. So it was upon his own venture that he sought out two individuals. One of them being The Old Master, who had forged him into the powerful necromancer that he was now. The other being his only son, departed from him, bearing only the title of ownership of the clan that he had once sought to built. Jerai Shin Tulmasc was only ExMortus in the eyes of the populace and whatever few he dealt with in his circles. It simply seemd apparent that he himself, desired company, and with little to do with his chosen path. He decided it wise to see his blood.

jerai_exmortus* Dark eyes were cast toward the ground, head swimming with the truth of a race, the rules that went with it, and the patron who commanded them. Dark thick lips blew outward in a sigh, his eyes finally raising from their sightly forage upon the forest floor. An image darted here and there, just out of sight within the foliage and limbs of trees. A blur of movement, hardly a glimpse nor a sound, as it ghosted Jerai easily. Jerai paid it no heed however, as he ran a long fingered hand through his mane of black. A few sparce weapons littered his frame, a thin rapier sheathed at his right waist, and a few throwing daggers on the opposite hip. A wide range of pouches and vials hung from his belt, the thumb upon his left hand angled into the belt, resting there, the forefinger idly stroking one of the vials. The man known as Jerai had a very dark gaze about him, though the rather 'off-handed' smile etched upon his lips gave hint to perhaps a two sided nature. He had an easy gait to him, a wanderless stride that took him where ever it would, a man who seemed to follow the path of 'throw caution to the wind'. And that, Jerai deffinately was. A bit arrogant, a bit heady, there were no consequences as far as he was concerned. He did what he wished, he torched who he liked, and damn any who slighted him. Jerai would call himself a "good" man, by the alignment of the lives he took. But his deeds would label him something far different. That image wafted before his dark brown gaze, the shadowed figure darting to the other side of the deer path he was walking. And although Jerai most deffinately saw it, still his vision did not follow it's path. That creature was his tool, and his alone. At that thought, and the enemy he had made by taking the tool, a slim smile tilted his thick lips, as his mood suddenly brightened and his pace a bit more brisk.

Aeron_Luminatti: This was what Lillith needed and she refused point blank to show how miserable she felt. It was all her own doing and she had made a choice. Rolling her eyes as the bike was the chosen method of transport…Lillith's jabbering so happily was enough to let her know that her choice had been the right one…this time. What about the others? Led toward the Lumination itself, her hand didn't stay within Lillith's for long, she refused to go in. "I'll wait here" there was nothing she needed to take, there was nothing she needed to see…Of course it was better that Adonis knew that they were off on some grand adventure and she knew Lillith would know why she did not want to go indoors. Leaning back against the wall of the place she'd push her hands into her pocket, to take a hold of the small vial she had thought to gather up. Why did she keep it? Bringing it out, holding it up to the light to look over its delicate structure…the poison still safely contained. Still…there wasn't much to think about now was there, other than the fact that it might one day come in handy. It was put back in her pocket and the stance she took was that of one who was bored, eager to get away. Though patient enough to wait for the things that were to come. They always came to those that waited right?

lillith_luminatti: Releasing Aerons hand she would study her sisterfor a few moments, pursing her lips a bit. For all she did knowaboutAeron, therewas even more she didn't. She would scowl slightly as she saw the little vial of poison,and even opened her lips to say something. But just as quickly she shut them. It was not her business if Aeron clung somewhat to her past. Had she not done the same? Giving a nod she would simply slip within the Lumination, intenton finishing herbusiness quickly so they could depart. They both needed this. It hd been overly long since any sort of chaos had erupted within the Lum, so it was time to go find some on their own.

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samhain_exmortus* To share in the company of the dead was one thing entirely. It was no artform it was a way of 'life' so to speak and most certainly a way of death. However even he had grown unsettled by the presence of so much death. Though he did not cast away the myriad of followers that came and followed him. Some of them seeing, and hearing and watching. All of them whispering softly for they knew that their other worldly voices were a thorn in the flesh of their master at that point in time. Yet they adored him for the gifts he gave them and for the freedoms and for a life that they could understand and dabble in, even in their past life existences. His sandal laden feet touched lightly upon the pine strewn floor of the forest. The shadowy phantasms lurked here and there in the other world, all hovering about, speaking amongst themselves curiously as he passed forward. His sun darkened flesh was a testimony to the blistering heats of the deserts far and beyond. His robes of egyptian silk swayed languidly around his form, and upon his back was a long onyx stave, that glistened beneath the light that pierced the forest veil, handsomely. His dark eyes were black as night, and he saw through them beyond flesh and bone, but the spirit and the mysteries therein. He had changed however since many had come to see him. Upon his once bald head was hair, his appearance far more lively, more exuberant than usual. His hair was cut quite short and swept forward vaguely, and even his brows were more streamline, more edgy to the eye. Of course his towering frame was still as boisterously muscled as before. Sinew binding bone beneath flesh, tones of honey brown. His fingertips tapped idly at his side as he gazed here and there, catching conversation. The hollow voices spoke of a demon, and he raised his head. Just the same that demon of genius would echo its response perhaps to Jerai of the dead walking in the other world around a single man. The spirits spoke of two females, a building, and far in the distance a man, of this nature and that. He could do naught but smile and thank the for their alarm, as he migrated with more haste towards the location of this arcane summoner.

jerai_exmortus* In this once case, Jerai was enlightened a moment before his 'Watcher', his pace slowing, as an itch began to form where he could not scratch. A pulse 'neath his temples that begged another direction, a slow twang up his spine, a tightening of his muscles. His smile faltered, as his wide dark gaze widened forward, past the mask of forest. Moments later, yes his Watcher suddenly slid beside him, its tall slender form still hidden beneath the brush, as that depressing cold voice echoed out from the depths of shadow. It gave out its report in an alarmingly efficient manner. Height, weight, eye color, the body temperature and speed of approach, estimated time of arrival, as well as the minions of other worldly followers. A simple wave of his hands to silence the being, for he already knew of whom approached. There was no other it could be, no other man would he feel before his watcher. He felt Samhain like a pulse of life, despite the beings chosen path. The muscles along his jaw twitched as he idly ground his teeth together, enamel grinding against enamel. He looked behind him, guaging the length of path he had already traversed. He wondered hopefully whether he could back track and get ouf of this mess before anything ... bad happened. But there was no where he could not go, where Samhain could not follow. No plane where ... His Father could not find him ... His brow furrowed, as the fear fled his features, and stood fast. He would not run from any man, let alone his own Father. He had thought his father still slept within the Nine Islands, but somehow he had obviously revived himself. No doubt ... his father would remember that Jerai had been within a few feet of his fathers resting place, and had not revived himself. No doubt ... there would be heated words between them.

samhain_exmortus* His son could not be more mistaken. Humor was upon the features of his face as he leaned into a tree and closed his eyes. The long black stave was drawn up from his back, rising within his hands he knelt down and began to unscrew the singular stave. A cap upon each end was removed and san was poured out upon the ground in five places. All the while his smile only increased. The features of his face touched with bemusement and even... Mischief. The stave was screwed back together and his hand extended out over the four piles of sand, though truth be told it was not sand, but dust from the bones of skeletons that he kept with him at all times. His lips began to move as an incantation went flowing forth from the base of his throat. The language was archaic, ancient and befuddling, though if Jerai was close enough he would understand that it was indeed the prime basis for the modern societies Arminian Tongue. He chanted lazily however, not putting forth a great deal of effort into the grand mix. Giving Jerai time to do as he pleased. To stand his ground or perhaps to flee? That thought troubled him, for indeed his spirits spoke to him as he chanted. Jerai had seemed so pleased, yet as soon as he felt his father, he seemed so disheartened. He raised his other hand, and begged for a moment's silence. Now... Why would Jerai be so well entertained, only to lose such enthusiasm once the presence of his father came? He was no fool, but he knew that throughout it all, he had been a marvelous father. Even if their paths were different.

jerai_exmortus* Consequently, Jerai made his own preperations, for better or for worse. His lips barely moved, though he did begin to speak. Softly as possible, odd words of an unknown language filtered from his lips. Jerai had begun his trek into life much as any man, he had studied under a mage, and found that he had great talent. Nothing of extrordinary power, however he did have one gift that made him excel where others failed. A mage able to take those of his path far faster and with great ease, than would be anticipated. For where his arcane arts were as normal as any other, though he was powerful for his time in study and learning, a mage of equal age, Jerai would be no more powerful. However, Jerai had an ace up his sleeve, and he could cast far faster than any he had come across, older or younger alike. The arts, whether they be dark or light came to him upon a whim, his cast rate was astounding. And it as well accompanied his casting of his other path. Where his father was a necromancer, his son ... was a demon summoner. And a slow throbbing red light began to pulse 'neath his feat, arcane symbols etched upon the ground. Unfortunately Jerai always was irresponsible and didn't think before he acted. So the choosing was completely random, a fast and powerful summoning performed upon a whim. His eyes were always casted forward, while he slowly chanted beneath his breath. He was aware that his father would have eyes and ears much like Jerai had his demonic watcher, but he wasn't quite sure how close they were, or how well they could 'hear' as it was, on the physical plane. And if they missed details like any other, perhaps they would not see the barest movement of his lips, and not hear Jerai's voice, which was barely a whisper. Most likely they would, but even his father would not know of what he was saying. An intelligent man his father was, and well knowledged in most languages. However, there was one copy of the language Jerai spoke, and one book to learn it from, and Jerai had learned its secrets, and then burned the tome. Besides ... for the moment, he was prepping the summoning only, not casting. He would only wish to have it as his disposal if nothing else. His father Samhain might be, but just because of blood, didn't mean Jerai was going to let him kill him without a fight. Jerai thought that his father might just be aggrivated enough to do such a thing. After all ... his father had called for Jerai, summoned him to his resting place, his tomb within the Nine Islands. Begged and pleaded in his ethereal ear, as it were. Pleaded to release him, pleaded to revive him. And Jerai was there, he was but steps away, he could have reached out and touched his father, but he walked away, willingly and ignored further voices within his head from his dear departed father. And being his only son, he knew that ... well ... well that would piss off -Jerai-, he could only imagine it would piss off his father.

[Samaena]

Aeron_Luminatti: Yes, she could see it in Lillith's features, even though it had been fleeting before her sister had ventured indoors to take care of business. However, as she placed that vial back in her pocket there was something else to capture her attention and it was so completely taken as she listened. There were far more than the voices of the dead in the wood and she heard them. How could she not, it had been her home for as long as she could recall. Pushing herself from the wall she had leaned up again, to take tentative steps across the lawn to peer into the wood, the veil of darkness held the sights she perhaps didn't need to see but she knew there was fear in those voices she heard. Of course she was drawn toward them…she didn't need an excuse to be drawn toward the place she found most comfort but this…was something far different. She'd not come across this before "Oh my god!" whispered softly and her pace picked up to that of a run. Heart and breath quickened as she still heard and felt that fear from the wood. "Don't hurt them!" she'd call up and out to those that'd hear her. - Probably un-believers that would laugh off any plea she could make but…for the sake of her 'friends and family' she had to.

samhain_exmortus* The incantation in and of itself was complete and with a soft tremble of the surrounding earth the barriers were loosed and the spirits laid their claim within the sands, stirring them and bringing them forth from the dust of the dead. Four bodies ascended suddenly up from the ground in a whirlwind of pallid, dust. Four of them standing and pacing around, stretching their limbs. An order was given and he himself paced forward just as well, as the four mummies ventured forward swiftly. The most agile of the former lives were taken. The mummies took to the trees and began to vault their way with astounding dexterity towards the location of Jerai. He himself ascended and chuckled vaguely as he began to piece together the stave once more. A moment of thought was given as he rested the end of the stave into the soil. There was a chance that his son had... ill feelings towards him and might not see this jest for what it was. It was of course better to err on the side of caution and so, he tightened his hand about the stave and closed his eyes. A resonating Shockwave flew throughout the earth, reaching as far as to the windows of the Lumination causing them to rattle within their frames, as the boundaries were parted. Spirits again fled to a designated point around their father. Jerai's gifts were no accident. Though his specialty was indeed necromancy, he was capable of casting his arcane arts quickly, especially when involved with spirits he was familiar with. He was quite proud of Jerai in spite of his requests of his son. His son had proven him wrong, and at first he had been displeased, though upon his ressurection by another. He found that Jerai had stayed true to his beliefs and for that he was proud. The spirits surrounded his form swiftly, giving their strength to not his body but to his mind, and to his soul and exterior frame. He knew that if Jerai did begin casting it would be wise to not be struck by the myriad of spells he had at his disposal. Though for now, the mummies vaulted forward, one of them landing firmly upon the roof of The Lumination, clattering along the top of the building. It was not trying to be stealthy so those within might hear the commotion, and the shockwave was indeed something of merit.

lillith_luminatti: Within the Lumination, going over with Adonis his duties in her absence, her attention would snap away from him swiftly as something rushed across the link. Aeron was upset. She was up and out of her stool in a flash, throwing open the door just in time to see Aeron running into the woods. A scowl marred the perfection of her features, stepping off the porch to follow Aeron. Yet she would not run. But again, her attention was taken from the path of her sister as a sound was heard behind her. Turning her head, mercury pools would lift to the roof of her place, not blinking even once as she took in the sight. Ah but every muscle within her body would tense. She would give a warning across the link to her sister. Looks like we don't need to leave to find that adventure we were after darlin'.. Not as yet would she go for her guns. Nor did she make the attempt to hide. Perhaps if the things on her roof saw her they would stay out of the Lumination. That would save her some money.

jerai_exmortus* Jerai began to smile, as yet another prep was added to the potency of his spell, and not a moment too soon. Because he felt and heard the summoning from his father go off as well. And he wasn't going to release it, not yet, he wasn't quite sure if they were messengers, sent to seek audience. After all, his father always did go by the books, always walk in if one was invited, never invite himself. So, he thought he might send his minions first, to ask Jerai to speak with him. If this was the case, Jerai would have nothing to worry about, for if his father was nice enough to ask ... then he deffinately wasn't going to out right kill him. Else ... he would have ... well ... out right killed him. Jerai waited a few moments, and as the trees began to move and sway with the weight and momentum of his fathers 'messenger' boys, Jerai suddenly lost his smile, as a sudden and impressive headache formed within his skull. "oh ... my ... god." was all that was offered, as he he suddenly spoke with a vengeance, his mouth moving a mile a minute, as he desperately attempted to reverse the summoning, to send back what he had unwittingly called. The being that now screamed within his head was something far greater than he, far greater than his watcher, greater than the lesser mummies his father had sent. And they were all in deep trouble. The peverbial shit ... just hit the fan. A small stream of blood fountained from his nostrils, as his head fell downward lost in deep concentration, as a hand suddenly emerged from the soil of the ground. The phsycial ground itself had no bearing in the summoning, it was simply a point of exit, an object Jerai could relate to, and in his minds eye, could grasp and easily let the demon escape. The creature wasn't 'truly' burrowing up from the ground, it was simply the way Jerai usually forced demons from their own home realm. However, this one was no longer rejecting the pull, and instead was overcoming Jerai himself. And was forcing itself through the tiny rift Jerai had created. His eyes closed as his lips pulled back into a snarl, desperate in the attempt to send the creature home. Pain spiked through his mind, as he fell to one knee, and realised he was going to have to kill, himself, what he called. He only hoped his father would put aside whatever differences they might have for a moment, and push back this creature together. He gave up hold of the rift, for it would close on its own after the creature had escaped. A mistake Jerai might have made, but he wasn't truly foolish, there would be no permanent rift here, the limitations he set upon his rift making to summon things, were on a specific number of creature basis. And he had only tried to summon one creature, unfortunately he just bit off more than he could chew.

Aeron_Luminatti: Not so far that it was too late to turn back, but not close enough to be able to have any real effect that was happening in her wood. "I'm sorry…" she'd not have the time, not as that wave was felt beneath her bare feet…she heard the rattle of the window…she'd not got that far just yet and it was the thought of her sister…she came first. They all knew that and there was only Adonis there…it wasn't fair…skidding to stop…to turn and run back the way she had come, back toward the Lumination and Lillith…her balance not quite as steady as it should have been she almost crumbled…scrambling across the grass till she caught herself up "Lillith!" relief minor at this point…the voices from the wood were panicked, wild and almost screaming for help but she could not go to them. Seeing her sister venture back outside, looking toward the thing she had heard crash upon the roof. "Shit, Shit, Shit" she was muttering on nothing more than her breath as she ran back. "I cant help them" she was already telling Lillith as she closed the gap between them, reaching out to grab for Lillith…she had no plans of stopping for tea. Adonis even managed to poke his head out of the door, in time to see Aeron grabbing for Lillith. Cant have been good, not good at all. Time enough to hear what was said next "They're screaming. Whatever it is in there…I aint going back" Yup. Had to be bad if it was keeping Aeron out of her own wood.

[Samaena]

samhain_exmortus* The mummies froze as a cacophony of spirits wailed into his ears. His eyes narrowed and he bowed his head and raised his left hand. "Come," he said in utter calm the mummies drove away from their locations. The one upon the roof lept down and landed with a sudden thud upon the ground behind Lillith. Its mishapen form, built for dexterity, its sinuous cords in view and it turned and looked towards her. Samhain saw the woman and sighed to himself. The mummy's lips pulled back and it began to speak in roughened common tongue to the woman. "Run!" it warned her. It then turned and began to vault back. Two other of the undead summons drove back, passing by Aeron. One of them stopped and latched to a tree and spoke to her as well. "Flee from this place, lest ye face death!" it warned. Though not for its own sake, or to threaten either of the females. It was the truth. The barrier had been ripped open and something horrid had come forth. With warnings delivered to the females. The mummies drew back and Samhain turned to them. The stave in his hand shimmered and he ran his thumb over a small indention on the length of it. Within that indentation was a blade and he was cut and his blood roamed throughout the course of the staff. While it cointinued, the winding, wailing voices of the dead spoke to him in a chorus of fright. Samhain listened and gave a nod, the thing emerging was too grand for his son to summon. Intriguing, this was unfortunate, all play was to be put aside. He had to save the life of his son. "Go NOW!" he declared in a roar of a voice. "And see that my son is not harmed, lest I caste you to the depths of hell.." he shouted, his eyes wide, those black orbs stricken with something that no being in their existence, neither living or dead had ever witnessed within The Necromancer... Fear. Legions of the Dead ventured forth in a wailing tide towards Jerai. All of them whipping through and surrounding his form en masse. The blood roaming through the stave drew itself forth and a long blade of the darkest night emerged from the peak of the stave, forging a menacing scythe, that hummed with a vicious, volting static. He turned and shrugged off his robes, and extended his right hand. "Bring forth my Urns.." he said simply as he turned his head. In the moment he turned his head, the dead began to stir. Samhain let himself go, the restraint, the patience, the will to hold back the dam erupted. His son could die, and he would not have such a thing happen if he was near. With the forces of the dead released within a span of miles on end, the dead began to wail, and feel the pain and agony. How many loved ones were forced to sit by and see a father separate from a son? How many would fight to keep it from happening again. He did not summon them, he did not force them, he merely began to walk, and with his walk came tens of thousands, who would rise in the wake. Though it would indeed take a bit of time, for they were far from where he was. The mummies evaporated and as the dust began to splinter away, it collected as Samhain spoke. "Bring yourselves forth.." he said and without thought the Archaic Mage Spirits, drew into the sands and ascended, their robes and tombs at the ready and their undead faces affixed with purpose. Spirits ventured far and away to the lands of the West, to gathering the twelve Urns of Ishrall and they ventured back, though again such a thing would take some time. For he was far from home.

jerai_exmortus* The creature that had pulled itself halfway out of the ground (rift), seemed to be made of light and fire incarnate. Rolling waves of red and orange slid from its form and unto the ground, it seemed to be almost made of lava itself. Its eyes were wide, lidless orbs of yellow, un-blinking, un-flinching orbs of hate and rage. It was odd, that one with no brow, something that could not furrow said brow, and appear anger, seemed to have so much hate ... but if anything did, this one screamed of it. A life of pure killing nature, of pure war and rage, to kill anything in its path, that was what its job was. And it was attacked by Jerai unwittingly. Not in the peverbial sense of physically attacking it. But in its life of war and killing, it was suddenly pulled, and the only thing that affected this creature back in its home, was something that was trying to kill it in turn. So it would do what it always did, to anything it saw, kill it, or be killed. For that was its realm. War! And that ... was exactly ... what it was going to do. It would war with anything around it, the number or power meant no difference. Its mouth was a round oval, no lips, no muscle structure around the opening, just an ever opened maw of teeth. The teeth were poised entirely around the mouth, pointed outward, while its great head shifted this way and that, searching for something to kill. Its horrid yellow eyes beheld Jerai, and a long momentous roar escaped its lips, and Jerai staggered back. Jerai himself spared a moment to glance away from the creature to speak to his watcher. "Flee, and begin etching the runes and designs I use for a mass summon." The watcher answered the only word it spoke when given a command by Jerai, "Affirmative." and immediately sped off, several miles back, and began said ritual. Jerai in the meantime, turned a hestiant gaze toward the creature once more. While during this time, the creature had pulled itself the rest of the way from the ground (rift), and now towered at a height of fifteen feet. Its shoulders sagged, its limbs hung limply, in a stance of something akin to a gorilla. Its body size was massive, thick, though you couldn't see anything of its flesh, seeing as it seemed to be completely covered in this flowing yellow and orange "lava". The steaming liquid slid off its form in great heaps, sizzling the ground where it was spat. Already, the creature was sizing up its surroundings as well as any combatants that may be within the immediate area. Thankfully for all involved, it was confused for a moment. Back home, there were limitless creatures ... everywhere. Size didn't matter, but still, there were so many one could not count. Already he had counted those around him that it would destroy. Among them, were Jerai, Lillith, Aeron, Samhain, and the dead coming in fast. There were many ... but he was used to creatures as far as the eye could see, a literal field, of beings of all shapes and sizes coming and fighting in all directions. The massive horde was coming from only one direction, and the size was nothing to worry the creature. Jerai himself, thought of his options in terms of spell. He already assumed fire would do absolutely nothing to the thing, and while he thought of what to use, and using the creatures hesitation, he began to prep. He didn't back away, he didn't want to draw the attention of the thing before he needed to. Those wide orbs turned toward the house within the forest, and the beings within, and ignored them for the time being, ignored being a relative term, for they were always paid attention to, it would always know where they were. It would not be jumped or surprised by them, But they were of little consequence or danger. And although Jerai was directly behind, and not truly ignored ... his terms of power were put aside for later. Instead the marching egyptian was what he paid attention to, what he would deal with first, and the horde of dead. It began a slow gait forward, heavy feet, with a splash of fire and ash with every pressing step. The liquid seeped off it in floods, its lazy gait taking it toward the enemy, instead of fleeing or seeking higher ground. It would meet it head on, and kill it. Kill it as it only knew how. It would decimate everything within this area, and then move on, and then kill everything there, and then move on, and so on. That was what Jerai had unwilling summoned, and if it wasn't stopped here ... alot of people were in deep shit.

[Samaena]

samhain_exmortus* The surrounding forest began to combust from so much heat. Massive waves of fire echoing off into the heavens turning the skies pitch with the filth of dying wood and leaves. Still he marched forward, the echoing hum of his scythe resonating vibrantly as he kept his stance steady before the four mages joined at his sides. A few more moments to pass on before he felt the presence of the urns. He turned, his eyes viewing them through a looking glass so to speak. For they were not within this world. Not as of yet. He opened his hand, and one of the urns seemed to appear as if out of thin air, and he began to lay them upon the soil. Twelve of them. He worked with haste, but with respect. The souls bound Jerai's flesh and bone, and tempered his will, unless he should fight it. They saw the forces of this creature and many of them joined the others to link themselves to Jerai, forging spiritual armor, and ethereal armor about his frame. His soul would not leave his body if they had anything to do with it. For now however Samhain drew out each urn with great care and began to survey them. Already the dead were making their way to the scene and they came in numbers, all surrounding Jerai, all of them in stance with whatever weapon they had, or had been buried with, or found along the way. There were only seven now at Jerai's aid, but more were coming. In that time he knelt down and raised his hand, the dust within each urn flared outwards and his voice carried loud across the lands upon which he stood. "Shake the death from your minds, and bring forth your powers to my aid, bring forth your powers to my aid, and strike down my foes!" he cried out. And in that time the heavens thundered, as the most trusted of Samhain's Madjai began to manifest, within the dust of their own fallen remains. Dust that had been preserved and used by the master more times than could be counted and the True Madjai were soon in the rise, while the four others at his aid ventured forward. The creature would be welcomed with a volley of spells. A type of Isaacs Greater Missile Storm sent towards the creature, though each missile was a different type of element and energy, cast in an arch that sought out the creature that the spirits had pointed out. Others cast curses such as Blindness, Cripple and Amplify Damage upon the massive creature. Spreading out curses throughout the area upon such a mass scale that the flaming forest seemed brighter, and more vibrant with the flash of lights. The other two cast magical spells, such as Chromatic orb, and Meteor to reign down hell upon the imminate threat. While Samhain closed his eyes and began to wait.

lillith_luminatti: Things were getting way to fucked up way to damn fast. Her body would tense, mercury pools staring at that what was developing around her. Spider quick mummy things on the roof of her place, and a 'man' enveloped in flame stalking towards her. Towards her and her sister. Almondesque eyes would narrow, a hand lifting towards the approaching form of Aeron a soft touch along the link. Faster darlin'...you must run faster.. It would take nothing now, nothing to call that within her. This thing wanted to play with fire? So be it. Abreath was gathered in, and the Flame inside her was kindled. She stood taller now, quicksilver mane, pale flesh beginning to glow an eerie blue.The barest hint of cold blue fire began to lick at her fingertips now outstretched towards her sister running so quickly to her. Yet her eyes were upon Samhain.. all for him. Her voice rang free, sweeping about the area surrounding them, echoing through the Luminatti wood. " You want to play fucker.. bring it."

jerai_exmortus* The creature's form was tussled here and there from the force of the spells, though those orbs of fierce yellow never left the direction of Samhain and the encroaching horde of undead. It's great, almost shaggy head, swayed away for a moment, toward the direction of the shed. The wide gaping abyss of its mouth flexed open, pointed teeth splayed outward as the insides of the mouth began to glow a deep red. A resounding roar echoed through the surrounding forest, a scream of hate and anger. As the glow increased within its mouth, the body rocked side to side, from the countless spells thrown from Samhains unearthly allies. As well as it was hit from behind, as cold spell after cold spell was thrown into its back by Jerai. The impacts caused great sloshes of lava to glide off its form. Where these great blotches of orange and red fell, loud sizzling erupted, flames spewing up, destroying all lay beneath it. And yet, with every blast, despite the large amount of it's .... 'flesh' falling away from its form, no pain was visible upon its monstrous countenance, and with no signs of slowing down. Yet another roar ensued, and the light that had been building up within the circular void of its mouth, came a screaming beam of light and sound. Heat waves rose from behind its trail, a singular beam of white that streamed toawrd the cabin. As it hit, the creature turned its great head toward the form of Samhain and his approaching horde of undead. And seeing as the beam of light was a constant flow of light, the trail of (possible) impact at the cabin, continued along the ground towards them. Finally the beam would slide all the way from the cabin, along the ground toward Samhain, and past him, to end somewhere on the other side of the forest. Where the beam landed along this trail, nothing actually seemed to happen. There would be a pause, as if ... possibly there was no explosion or destruction that followed the blast. But if anyones breathed easier, or let their guard down, they were sorely mistaken a moment later. From the first point of impact, toward the end, like a fuse had been lit, an explosion reached skyward, like a fuse being lit that started at the cabin. A giant wall of flame rose up, the heat easily able to melt even the most hardy of metals. With an impact and force of air that rushed out from said explosion, was enough to bend the trees almost in half.

Aeron_Luminatti: There was no way she could go back to help them. It was useless, even as she ran toward Lillith, hearing that call within her mind, the intense heat at her back told her all she needed to know. Even the screaming had stopped. Was there only her that had heard them? There was now only the crackle of dried timber as it burned, the howling of something she didn't want to see as she still made way toward Lillith. Run faster…she was doing just that. The warm air buffeted toward her had her toes lift from the grass and buffet her further and faster toward where she needed to be. Distraught and frightened she wasn't going to argue with her sister…she saw what was coming. However, her 'flight' was far from graceful, the varying bouts of heated air did nothing to help. Nor did the explosion close by…the force took her breath and her feet from her…not even the time to glance back to see…nothing but fire. Only he sound of splintering tree (Her cherry tree) the shattering of glass, so much glass. Not even the wind to call out to Lillith to tell her to use common sense and run like the wind….she was far from on course to her sister. The blast, the debris, the splinters of what once was a home away from home didn't help as she hit the floor rather hard. Again the wind knocked from her and all she could do for the moment was cover her head with her hands and pray she'd breathe soon. They had to get away.

[Samaena]

samhain_exmortus* The myriads of casters did their best to assault the beast and prepare. Spell after spell was fired off in a rainbow of color and a roar of sound that seemed to echo off into the distance time and time again. He himself stood in silence, while the chaos and anarchy erupted all around him. The intensity of the heat splashed against his face and the explosion that soon shook and rocked the ground fiercly, causing more devestation to the lands around. He did not move and allowed his minions to work to the best of their ability casting without cease. When the beam careened towards the mass the majority of the madjai parted ways, many of them cast up their strongest of shields, to stave off the ferocity of the heat, while two of the strongest of his undead minions lifted him by his arms and began to vault him away as the beam radiated throughout the area. Bone turned to ash, and flaming embers as many of the skeletal minions were obliterated. Yet even as he was carried away from the explosive beam of condensed heat, he remained silent, his eyes closed his thoughts unshaken. The skeletons sat him down upon his sandal covered feet and turned their attentions back to the behemoth. The spells had not stopped. More blasts, more echoing shockwaves more bolts of electricity and fists of rock continued to assail the being. Yet another curse was placed upon the creature to Weary it, with every breath it took. Another curse to strangle it with the very air around it, that became noxious and polluted. However upon the rising flames, the myriad of spirits came, flocking around and forming their barrier about his standing form, reinforcing their spirits into a tangible field that would provide some defense against the onslaught that his creature was creating. Soon enough he raised his head, his once brown eyes had dulled to solid black within his sockets. His robes pushed back away from his form as his hands ascended, drawing forth through the prime material, as his fingertips seemed to crease the reality before him. His lips moved slowly, as the incantation before, another summoning drew forth from him and he heard nothing save for the cries of the living and the dead, ringing into his ears and begging him for solace in their eternal unrest. His hands ascended and then pressed forward and his flesh shifted, his bone melted away as sinew and blood evaporated. All that was physical drew itself out of the existing area and all that was left was a looming, phantom. The Wraith, stood unseen by the physical, untouched by that which existed on this plane, and still with his touch already extended to his faithful servants. Just as dangerous. Within his Wraith Form, he was unseen, and not present upon The Physical world. His most powerful Madjai continued their vicious assault upon the creature, giving their archaic master time to prepare his finishing blow.

lillith_luminatti: Perhaps her eyes would widen a bit as she witnessed the blast headed for the Lumination. Maybe even a breif thought on how itwas going to SUCK having to rebuild it. But really noneof that mattered. All that mattered was that Aeron was in this fray. She had to protect her sister, and protect she would.. so easily. It was obvious to her that this battle had nothing really to do with either her or Aeron, it was with these two beings that had invaded her territory. They would pay.. eventually. For now, it was time to work on defensive measures. The fire pouring from her fingers would work to her hands, rolling forth in such lovely waves. one perhaps would get lost in the beauty of her Flame were they to simply watch. Her Fire would grow.. blooming forth. The wind caused simply from her Power would careen through her hair, whipping the silken strands of silver about her body as she remained in one spot. Her eyes would shift, locked only now upon Aeron, upon her Sprite. Her Goddess would scream forth, whispering to Aeron as Lillith head fell back. Hold on my Sprite.. I will protect you.. Lilliths body would buck as she began to walk towards Aerons body upon the ground, trying so hard to protect herself. And everything within her growing would explode. In any other circumstance her Power would be used to destroy.. now it would be used to save. An explosion would flow forth from her, one normally used to take out anything in a several mile radius. But this time it would be used to shield. The Lumination would explode, but what Lillith allowed forth would surround she and Aeron. Any debris from her destoyed bar would be deflected from the both of them, saving the two of them from sure hurt. But even as this happened, she was seeking again.. looking for those that had caused this carnage. They would pay..

jerai_exmortus* Those fearless eyes saw the form of his enemy evaporate into thin air. But it would know that it was not the creature itself that caused this, it knew that it was not it, that had caused the beings death. And that was the goal, and it would not stop until that goal had been accomplished. All else was trivial. Kill, everything and everything until only it was left. And they weren't dead yet, so it continued its ever forward momentum, never stopping nor even slowing. No flinch at the might of his adversaries. But it could not see the enemy at the moment. But as slow and stupid as it may look, its mind was not. It was used to creatures of all shapes and sizes, powers and abilities and it was quite used to things that could quite literally dissappear. So the light began to glow once more, for now the creature turning its head toward the now decimated stone and timber that was once the Lumination. The creature saw the faces of the woman encased in blue flame, the anger upon her face. It was meaningless, all of it. What those included in this fracas didn't understand. Is that anger had nothing to do with the creatures destruction. It was War. The simple truth of it. It was a creature of the -very- dimension of War, and that was all it could, and would do. And now as far as it was concerned, these two females, the creature that commanded the Dead, the very being who had summoned it, Jerai ... they were now at war with the creature, whether they liked it or not. And it would not go easily into the night, it would do its very best to end them, to utter snuff out their lives and consume their breath. Their hearts would beat no more, or it would die trying. The light began to build brighter and brighter within the wide circular maw of the creature, light shedding forth past the cavernous mouth, trails of smoke rising from the face of the thing. Lava continued to shed from the creatures form in great sheets, a veritable pond rippling about the things feet, roughly thirty feet wide radius. Jerai knew that in the time it would take him to go to the location where his watcher was preparing his mass summon, this would all be over, for better or for worse. So he would have to summon as much power as he could, and end the creature. And he had just the spell to do it ... although those around here might not like the consequences either ... But then again, he had already caused enough trouble, might as well earn some more. However by now, Jerai was being pushed backward by the intense heat, being that he was closer to the creature than any else might have been. After all it was summoned pretty much just 'neath his own feet. Jerai had no idea of the 'ghosts' surrounding him, protecting him from god knows what. But the heat that had been building up by the very presence of the thing was causing his eyes to water, and force him to take steps backward, while preparing the spell. The strength and abiltiy of the creature left no spell but one in his arsenal that could do anything. He would take all the energy the creature possessed and send it right back at it a hundred fold. And so, as he backed up, his eyes narrowed upon the back of the thing and began to prepare. No one turned their back on Jerai. No one stil alive.

Aeron_Luminatti: How the hell she hadn't been shattered into a million little pieces she could only guess was down to Lillith. Breath was slow to come but the agony etched within her features was plain enough to see as she rolled over to actually see and take stock of what she had once known as home. Nothing but grazed knees and elbows, grass stains galore. Perfect under any other situation but now was the time to get the hell away. Scrambling to her feet, reaching for Lillith to offer what she knew she could, her small hand slipped into that of her sisters, a half pace position taken behind. Through the haze of heat and blur of tears she hadn't realised she shed, what was offered upon that link they shared was a gift given freely. The gift of The Dreaming, she didn't have to sleep to conjour chimeric illusions, so real to anyone that could perceive that which was before their very eyes, The Sprites gift was nothing to give but to Lillith, it opened a whole new range of possibilities. - Through the haze of heat shimmered something that only resembled a sheet of white paper caught and buffeted in the currents of heated air. The child watched as always…- despite it all, she had to tell Lillith once again "They're all dead" she would mourn, she would grieve and her heart would break. Once they staunched the flames.

[Samaena]

samhain_exmortus* In the frantic escape of Aeron and Lillith it would become apparent that there was more to this than what either of them could have fathomed. For situated far and abroad within that very forest, within the planes, lurking around the remains of The Lumination, and surrounding the entirety of the area were hordes of the Undead. Bows drawn, some flaming with blue, others with spears dragging them lazily behind them. It was a horrific display of animated dead and there were more than could be continued. They shuffled along upon fleshless feet, passing by Lillith and Aeron without giving them a second glance, and just out of the corner of their eyes, the twisted, rapidly shifting spirits wailed silently, passing on like phantoms forged of mist and ash. The dead were awake and were swarming from every angle towards the massive, flaming beast, their bodies burning, combusting but not before one would strike with whatever blade, or weapon it possessed, only to fall for another to take its place. In the world of the dead, The Master remained silent, his ebon eyes fixated upon the creature ahead of him as his alignment to spellcaster fully came into being. Both of his hands extended in ethereal waves, that slithered through the hallowed halls of the undead. His voice was a crying echo, a banshee's wail in the land scame of shapeless souls and wandering spectres. The madjai continued their assault, moving and situating themselves into their proper areas, forming a circle around the base of the creature, staying with it upon withered legs as it marched sluggishly forward. The Madjai in a united effort channeled the undead forces of every skeleton within the radius, drawing from the souls gathered, the congregation of shapeless entities, and haunting voices, drew forth to the aid of Samhain's most powerful Priests, and their spell was launched before his would be prepared. The storms erupted suddenly, the clouds did not seep together slowly, nor did thunder creak into existence. The darkness came in a flood as if it was held back behind some fragile damn. The clouds hung overhead, just above the flaming head of the being, and streaks of blue, purple and flaming crimson coursed through the heavens as the clouds whirled about in a cyclone of devestating force. The winds blistered about fiercly with the strength of a hurricane as massive, arching bolts of Plasma came crashing down, like columns from a colliseum. Each bolt was roughly the thickness of a horse, and came down crashing downwards seeking out the massive body which was already the highest, and most available conductor of the electrostatic storm. The bolts of blue collided downwards first, having nothing more to hit than the laval coated creature, then the crimson strands, surging downwards dealing scalding hot damage, to the essence of an existing being. The blue brought a piercing chill to whisper through flesh and bone, while the purple strands collided downwards smiting the body's physical structure with each element at once. The Master proceeded forward and let his hands echo forward again. The silent dance was beyond the physical realm, but the remaining undead continued their drawing as he summoned one of his most deadly spells. Time was needed and with his Madjai already withering the massive beast he was somewhat confident that the next blow delivered would be the final clap. Both of his withered hands met together as the darkness exuded from his form, bringing his still intangible being into existence. He stood as a swimming darkness, with skeletal limbs and countenance, his black sockets realing up as the death like grin etched upon bone stared directly at the looming monster of flame and destruction, and from the withered, empty sockets came the hollow cry of death, that began to escape forth from his form, bridging the gap between the world of souls and the world of The Living. He became a Bridge between life and death. And the end of the tunnel would be placed directly into the center of the beast, once he was truly prepared to unleash the gale. The cries continued to ring throughout the area around him. The screams and agony of the dead and the burden of their deaths filling the abyssal sockets of the skeletal master, as his bony digits ascended, smiting the existing life within the air with a plague like end.

lillith_luminatti: Everything was burning, everything she had worked so hard to bring alive, and indeed Lillith would mourn. As she felt the soft flesh of her sisters hand slip into her own, a single tear of mercury would spill down her cheek, even as her chin was lifted high. She would stand there, surrounded within a globe of blue flame, Aeron at her side, and she would look so much like the Queen she once perhaps was in a past life. Aerons Power would swim forth, her Sprites Dreaming giving them both the chance to simply step away into nothing, a blank page to have anything written upon. They could go anywhere.. anywhere that was not here. Take them away from the carnage ensuing. The woods burning, the Grove smoldering, the gardens burnt to the ground. Every color was so bright, the green, the pink of the cherry trees, the sky itself working to nothing but flame and death. She remained silent as her fingers held to to Aerons, as the hordes of Dead marched past them both. Best to remain quiet..best to survive this. Her breathing quickened as her rage set in. How dare they. Through Aerons eyes she began to see things so very vivadly, and with this her anger would rise. Her hand would clench tighter on her sisters hand.. would bones break unknowingly? But her Goddess would come forth, soothing her at the edges of her senses. They fight between themselves. Do not enter this battle, or it will mean the demise of the both of you Lillith. Let them fight.. stay alive. Retribution will come at a later date.. Blue flame so hot and so cold all at the same time continued to pout forth from her body, surrounding she and Aeron as she watched intently the fight between these two powerful beings. Indeed, this game now was all about staying alive. Oh but Lillith had a Quest now. Somehow, someway she would find out who these two were. How dare they do this.. it mattered not whatever Power samhain released. She and Aeron were protected within the shield she was producing, seeing everything through those Fae eyes. So beautiful.. so deadly. Blue waves of fire, read heat of flame. Even the death surrounding the two was amazing. This was a gift given her, this sight.. she would never forget it.

Aeron_Luminatti: Once she was sure the bridge had been spanned, the connection made. The sights, the sounds of the flames, the heat, the blur, the passing shades that caused her to shudder slightly as each passed in turn. Un-noticed, unseen. Unheard and unfelt. She no longer cared what they left behind. Their home was nothing but ashes. Dust to dust and it was this she turned from. Lillith's grip on her hand was hardly noticed, though she did hear the voice of the goddess and she knew that she was right. - The images Lillith saw as she saw them all the time were not as they should have been, not this time, there was too much smoke, too much death, so much pain and the canvas laid before them, although smeared with those vibrant colours was not the ideal sight to gift her sister with. The blank page laid open for them both to decorate with colours of their own was stepped onto. Even as she imagined the prints of their feet as they walked away from the scene manifested in their wake. - The Dreaming was a place of Fae, a place of dreams to become a reality. This was where they came to remain as they were, a place many abused to remain young, often madness claiming their desperate minds.- This was a desperate act for her to take, especially with Lillith, but there was no other place to run to. "We'll be safe here for a shirt while" her voice was nothing, there was noting substantial to her tone, had it been said within that link which they shared? What Aeron would create here would be so very banal in appearance, if only for Lillith's sake. Nothing more than a replica of a garden, her own garden. Safe…complete with the roses that hued every Luminatti with the scents and the colours. Oh they were very real, as real as the bench she led Lillith toward, to take the time to cam and recount and perhaps. Figure out just exactly where they would call home now. - To a other eyes, the sisters would no longer be there, perhaps a lasting impression left to fade as would a rainbow after the storm, though the storm that raged now was left for those that still battled with themselves.