Post by nima on Sept 22, 2007 17:43:37 GMT -5
Narrator: Thank you for your patience. The telling of tales is an intricate and trying effort. One must be as precise as possible. I shall continue with the story of Nima and Litah.
Litah took refuge in the commons room of the inn at Tranquillon. She had walked all a day and a night to get there. She had asked around of some of the locals and learned that an Aide de Court had passed through shortly after the invasion with intent to travel to Deatholme as a negotiator. Her father had worked in the Royal Court for all her life. She felt certain that she was, finally, nearing the end of her search.
As she lay, quietly, seeking sleep, Nima’s voice came to her through their pendants. She sounded weak and a bit disoriented. “Oh! My head hurts.” she heard her moan. “Nima? Are you alright?” she whispered into the device, hoping not to disturb the other guests at the inn. “Oh…I’m okay. I had another “spell”. And, this time it made my head hurt.” Litah looked around and saw a hunter on the opposite side of the room glaring at her. She eased out of her bedroll and made her way outside to a more private area near the inn. “This time? Nima, how often does this happen?” Litah spoke, her voice filled with concern.
On the other side of the realm, it was shortly after noon. Nima was picking herself up off the ground and dusting her gown free of the grime she had collected when she had fainted. “I’m okay, really, Litah.” She spoke to the air while she made herself presentable. Then, she stopped for a moment, as if in thought. “You know, she talks to me. It’s just when she shows me pictures that I get a headache.” “Talks? Pictures? “ Litah’s puzzlement was apparent. “Nima? Where are you? Are you in a safe place to talk?” Nima looked around. There were Thunder hawk and Thunderhead in the distance; but, no apparent danger near-by. “I guess so. Anyway, nothing I can’t handle.” She smiled at no one save her sister’s voice. “What do you mean she talks to you? And, what are these pictures? Most important, who is “she”?” “M’uru is who she is. You know, the Naaru? She’s really nice, Litah. You should talk to her.” Litah, sounding a bit agitated, “The Naaru talks to you. What about? And, they are said to be gods of the Draenei. Why would she be talking to you, a Blood Elf and member of the Horde?” “Oh, don’t be silly, sister.” Nima laughed. “First of all, if they were gods, how could anyone capture one and do what the Blood Knights are doing? They are just people like us.” Litah’s voice turned cold. “Then, they have allied themselves with the Alliance and are our enemy.” she stated. A part of her was hoping this to be true. “umm…no.” Nima told her. “You see, they are people just like us, only different. They were following a bad thing they found when they came upon someone that needed their help, so, they helped them. I mean, wouldn’t you do the same?” Nima tried to explain what the Naaru had told her; but, so little of it was clear to her. “M’uru called them a “backward people” who mistook them for gods because they are so…umm…so…e..evo…” “Evolved.” Litah finished. “Yeah, that. Anyway, they kept helping them ‘cause their land had been taken over by the demons they were following. But, Litah, they don’t fight for them or anything. M’uru said that they have a city somewhere that they keep safe for both Horde and Alliance to use. Now, does that sound like they are choosing sides?” Litah was quiet for a moment. “No, I suppose not. Nima? Does she hate us?” “Hate us?” Nima was surprised by the question. “Well, of course not. No, she doesn’t hate us. You know, she said she has chosen to stay in Silvermoon City. Did you know that?” Litah answered softy, “No, I didn’t know. Why would she choose to do that. Doesn’t she know she will die?” Nima looked sad, “She knows. But, she said it was because they were helping the Draenei. That was their way of….of…making things even. The part that makes her sad is that the Blood Knights at…atti..oh, you know, how they think they are better than anyone else.” “Attitude.” Litah interjected. “Yeah, that. Uh-oh, some little warrior has too many Thunderhead picking on him. I better go help. Rest well, Sis.” “Be careful, Sister.”
Litah leaned against the wall of the inn. While her mind could see Nima gleefully readying a fireball, the vision was over-shadowed by worry and turmoil. She heaved herself away from the wall and back into the inn to try and get some needed rest.
The next morning, Litah made her way to Deatholme. Before she even neared the gates, the sickening sense of evil overwhelmed her. She was forced to stop for a moment and focus her remaining energies on the task ahead. Carefully, entering the gates, she managed to get by one of the wraith guards only to be attacked by another. Fighting it off and moving onward, she searched each building, looking in all the shadows. The toll of this place was weakening her. She could feel her strength draining. She felt compelled to hurry her task before she had no strength left.
In the center of Deatholme, she found a building that was heavily guarded. She fought through wraiths, skeletal warriors and geomancers, down into the depths of the structure. There, she was confronted by a most horrible and devastating sight. There, facing her, was a demon who called himself the Dark Lord. His wings outspread, the tips reaching near to the ceiling. Next to him stood a being with Elvin features, wearing a long, black robe; and, holding a scepter with an orb at it’s top that gave off a smoldering, dark aura. Around his neck, he wore a pendant. Litah’s hand methodically reached to the necklace around her own neck. “Ahhh….we have been expecting you. Meet my faithful servant, my priest of darkness. I will leave you get re-acquainted. “ At that, the demon raised himself into the air and dis-appeared. The priest raised his scepter toward Litah. The paladin in Litah took control. All thought was on the coming battle.
The battle was a hard one. Litah used all her strength, all her spells, to defeat the dark priest. With the tiny bit of energy she could muster, she hurriedly gathered what she could find, anything and everything that would burn. She lit the makeshift pier and stayed to watch it burn. Finally, the body had turned to ash and the flames were stilled. She felt relieved; yet, a great sadness filled her. Her only thought was that Nima had not been here to see it.
As she turned to leave the vile place, she heard a voice vibrating the very walls. “Think you it is so easy to rob me of my loyal minion! See now, my strength!” Litah turned to find the Dark Lord standing behind the pile of ash. Her resolve was diminished into the depths of despair as she watched the being that was her father materialize from the pile of ashes. “I have kept my oath to those who give me loyalty. Eternal life is my gift to them.” the demon stated.
There are no words to describe Litah’s feelings at that moment. She felt her defeat was monumental. She stood transfixed, her eyes staring at the pendant around the priest’s neck. Suddenly, she felt something strike her from behind. As she fell forward, her arms splayed, she felt her hand wrap around the necklace. It came easily with her. Litah lay face down on the filthy floor at the feet of the demon lord. In her was no strength to move; nor, was there a desire to even open her eyes. The Dark Lord’s voice seem to echo in her very soul. “No, little paladin, I will not take you now. All is not ready for you. When the two are one, I shall be at my strongest. Go now! Do not return until you bring me the empty vessel!” Litah, blissfully, lost consciousness. She did not feel the hands that took hold of her and dragged her beyond the gates of Deatholme and left her, defenseless in the darkened forest.
Litah awoke the next morning, feeling wretched. She had no strength left. Her body felt as if it had taken the cruelest of beatings. Her mind could not focus. She tried to send her will inward to call upon the strength of the paladin. She could not find it. Using her sword, she pulled herself up and, slowly, made her way to Tranquillon. Frequently, she would rest, leaning against a tree or a broken wall. In Tranquillon, she made her way to the flight master and purchased a ride to Silvermoon City. As she leaned over to rest her head on the neck of the bat, her thoughts were just beginning to form. “I must see the Naaru. If she talked to Nima, maybe she will talk to me. And, what of this “empty vessel”? What is it? Where is it? Perhaps, if I can find it, I can destroy it.” she whispered into the bat’s ear. “I need rest. I must find another source. I will not take from another being, even if it is for the force of good.” Her eyes closed. She awoke when the bat tumbled her off it’s back outside the city. As she stood up and began to dust herself off, she felt an ache in her left hand. With effort, she opened it and stared down at the pendant she had pulled from the priest’s neck. Quickly, she stuffed it deeply into her back pack; then, hurried into the city.
It seemed to take forever for her to reach the hall of the Blood Knights. Carefully, she made her way into the secret room. Few others were around. She edged her way into a corner where she felt she might not be noticed. Hesitatingly, she raised her arms toward the Naaru. Pushing aside her desire to draw the strength she needed from, she cleared her thoughts and pleaded with it to talk to her. Suddenly, she felt a surge of energy enter her body and mind. Fighting the great urge to draw more, Litah broke the contact. “No! This is not what I wanted!” she cried out. She felt a tap on her shoulder. “Don’t be greedy, Blood Knight. Save some for the rest of us.” She turned to face two others of the order, laughing as they turned to the Naaru to take from her what was not their’s to take. Litah, sickened by the sight and the fact that she had just done the same, turned and left the building. As she passed a trainer, she was hailed over and given orders to report to Undercity. Perhaps, she thought, this was best. Maybe it would do her good to get back to training. She needed to clear her mind, put her thoughts in order. And, she could begin her search for another source. There had to be one. Blood Knights were not the only paladins in the world.
Litah made some needed purchases; then, headed through the Royal Court toward the translocation. As she was walking toward the ramp, she came face-to-face with Lord Natharian. On his arm was a lady Litah had never met. She nodded toward the lord who hurried past her with a loud “Harrumph
!” Litah looked after him, wandering what brought that on. She shrugged and hurried on her way.
After picking up her orders from the ambassador in Undercity, Litah began the long run to Sepulcher. She was well on her way when Nima’s voice sounded over their link. “Litah? Are you busy?” Nima’s voice sounded a touch weak. Litah stood still and answered. “Not at the moment. Is something bothering you, Little Sister?” She could hear Nima take a deep breath. “Well, M’uru wanted me to tell you something.” Litah felt her knees grow weak. She eased herself into a sitting position while she continued the conversation. “Tell me what?” she whispered. “She said she didn’t mind if you need her help. She said you wouldn’t take it like the others; so, she gave it to you.” Litah knew it had not been she who had drawn the energy she needed from the Naaru. “What else did she say?” “Oh…she said you should come to her when you need to. And, she said the answer to your question is “yes”; and, for you to keep searching. What question, Litah?”
Nima was sounding stronger and back to her usual tone. “I’ll tell you later. Did she say anything else?” Litah avoided the subject. “Well…yeah; but, I don’t understand it. She told me why she couldn’t talk to you.” “Why is that?” Litah could hear some strange roaring in the background. “Nima, where are you?” “In a place called Un’Goro. It’s a jungle full of strange beasts. I’m…err…kind of hiding right now. There’s this giant one that’s really mean. Anyway, she said your thoughts were too jumbled. She said it was hard for her to find a way through them. I keep telling you, Sister, you worry too much.” Nima hardly seemed to take a breath when she asked, “Litah? What an empty vessel?” Litah felt the earth move. She would have fallen if she were not already sitting. “Why? Where did you hear that?” she asked, dreading the answer. Had Nima been to Deatholme? Did she see what she, herself, had seen? That and many more questions ran through her mind as she waited for Nima’s answer. “Well, she said that your vessel was full, so she couldn’t talk to you. She said it was easy to talk to me; because, I was an empty vessel.” Litah folded her arms and rested her head against them. The “empty vessel”! The “two become one”! No!
Nima’s voice repeated itself over their link until Litah could compose herself to answer. “What does it mean?” Nima insisted. “Well, “ Litah began slowly. “Like you said, I worry a lot. I think things through before I act. You know? You don’t. You see something that needs to be done, you do it. You don’t think or worry about it. If something's bad, you try to make it good. You don’t muddle you thoughts with anything but making things good. That’s all it means. And, Nima, that is a good thing. That makes you very special.” Litah wanted to end the conversation; or, change it in some fashion. “By-the-way, I ran into Lord Natharian earlier. He seemed a bit out of sorts.” Nima was quiet for a short time. “Well….maybe he doesn’t want to marry me anymore.” Litah could sense something behind her sister’s words. “Oh? Why is that? Nima, did you do something?” Nima sensed that she may have done something wrong; so, she rushed through her confession. “I had to go to see the mage in Silvermoon, Litah. I know you told me to stay away from him; but, all of a sudden, he was there. He grabbed me and took me to the Magister’s office. Litah, he was going to make me marry him. He told the Magister that he had a contract.” “It is only a contract to enter negotiations, not a marriage contract.” Litah interrupted. “Yeah, that’s what the Magister said when he saw it. He was a nice man, the Magister. He smiled at me a lot. Anyway, old Natharian grabbed me again; and, said we were going to announce the bands. I didn’t like it when he grabbed me. So, I remembered what you told me I could do if someone did something…you know…that I didn’t want to do. You know, the fireball…” “Aimed low?” Litah finished. In spite of all, she had to smile. “Yeah.” “Nima, did you?” “The Magister wouldn’t let me. He made me stop and told old Natharian that if he insisted on insulting me that he would leave the room. That must have been some joke between them, because I didn’t understand it. Anyway, the Magister was smiling. He said I didn’t have to marry anyone; and, told Lord Natharian…well, I don’t have to get married , now.” Nima finished. “Well, it seems you have made us an enemy, as well as, a friend at court. I guess it evens out.” Litah mused. In spite of everything, it made her chuckle; and, it delayed Nima’s questions. “Oh, Litah, have you found father.” Litah froze. Then, for the first time, she boldly lied to her sister. “No, not yet. I will keep searching.” “Oh, that must have been what M’uru meant when she said to tell you to keep searching.” Litah let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Yes, I’m sure it is. I have work to get to, be careful” “You, too, Sis.”
Narrator: Will Litah find her source? Where? How? Will Nima be drawn to the Dark Lord's lair? Oh, my! I fear I have overstayed my welcome. I am sure you are tired of hearing this old one’s voice. I shall leave you to rest and refresh yourselves. Thank you, for your attention.
(This installment is the last of my "solo" work. The next installment will include in-game rp with people Litah has confided in. If you don't want me to include that rp, let me know. If you want to be a part of this....jump in.)
Litah took refuge in the commons room of the inn at Tranquillon. She had walked all a day and a night to get there. She had asked around of some of the locals and learned that an Aide de Court had passed through shortly after the invasion with intent to travel to Deatholme as a negotiator. Her father had worked in the Royal Court for all her life. She felt certain that she was, finally, nearing the end of her search.
As she lay, quietly, seeking sleep, Nima’s voice came to her through their pendants. She sounded weak and a bit disoriented. “Oh! My head hurts.” she heard her moan. “Nima? Are you alright?” she whispered into the device, hoping not to disturb the other guests at the inn. “Oh…I’m okay. I had another “spell”. And, this time it made my head hurt.” Litah looked around and saw a hunter on the opposite side of the room glaring at her. She eased out of her bedroll and made her way outside to a more private area near the inn. “This time? Nima, how often does this happen?” Litah spoke, her voice filled with concern.
On the other side of the realm, it was shortly after noon. Nima was picking herself up off the ground and dusting her gown free of the grime she had collected when she had fainted. “I’m okay, really, Litah.” She spoke to the air while she made herself presentable. Then, she stopped for a moment, as if in thought. “You know, she talks to me. It’s just when she shows me pictures that I get a headache.” “Talks? Pictures? “ Litah’s puzzlement was apparent. “Nima? Where are you? Are you in a safe place to talk?” Nima looked around. There were Thunder hawk and Thunderhead in the distance; but, no apparent danger near-by. “I guess so. Anyway, nothing I can’t handle.” She smiled at no one save her sister’s voice. “What do you mean she talks to you? And, what are these pictures? Most important, who is “she”?” “M’uru is who she is. You know, the Naaru? She’s really nice, Litah. You should talk to her.” Litah, sounding a bit agitated, “The Naaru talks to you. What about? And, they are said to be gods of the Draenei. Why would she be talking to you, a Blood Elf and member of the Horde?” “Oh, don’t be silly, sister.” Nima laughed. “First of all, if they were gods, how could anyone capture one and do what the Blood Knights are doing? They are just people like us.” Litah’s voice turned cold. “Then, they have allied themselves with the Alliance and are our enemy.” she stated. A part of her was hoping this to be true. “umm…no.” Nima told her. “You see, they are people just like us, only different. They were following a bad thing they found when they came upon someone that needed their help, so, they helped them. I mean, wouldn’t you do the same?” Nima tried to explain what the Naaru had told her; but, so little of it was clear to her. “M’uru called them a “backward people” who mistook them for gods because they are so…umm…so…e..evo…” “Evolved.” Litah finished. “Yeah, that. Anyway, they kept helping them ‘cause their land had been taken over by the demons they were following. But, Litah, they don’t fight for them or anything. M’uru said that they have a city somewhere that they keep safe for both Horde and Alliance to use. Now, does that sound like they are choosing sides?” Litah was quiet for a moment. “No, I suppose not. Nima? Does she hate us?” “Hate us?” Nima was surprised by the question. “Well, of course not. No, she doesn’t hate us. You know, she said she has chosen to stay in Silvermoon City. Did you know that?” Litah answered softy, “No, I didn’t know. Why would she choose to do that. Doesn’t she know she will die?” Nima looked sad, “She knows. But, she said it was because they were helping the Draenei. That was their way of….of…making things even. The part that makes her sad is that the Blood Knights at…atti..oh, you know, how they think they are better than anyone else.” “Attitude.” Litah interjected. “Yeah, that. Uh-oh, some little warrior has too many Thunderhead picking on him. I better go help. Rest well, Sis.” “Be careful, Sister.”
Litah leaned against the wall of the inn. While her mind could see Nima gleefully readying a fireball, the vision was over-shadowed by worry and turmoil. She heaved herself away from the wall and back into the inn to try and get some needed rest.
The next morning, Litah made her way to Deatholme. Before she even neared the gates, the sickening sense of evil overwhelmed her. She was forced to stop for a moment and focus her remaining energies on the task ahead. Carefully, entering the gates, she managed to get by one of the wraith guards only to be attacked by another. Fighting it off and moving onward, she searched each building, looking in all the shadows. The toll of this place was weakening her. She could feel her strength draining. She felt compelled to hurry her task before she had no strength left.
In the center of Deatholme, she found a building that was heavily guarded. She fought through wraiths, skeletal warriors and geomancers, down into the depths of the structure. There, she was confronted by a most horrible and devastating sight. There, facing her, was a demon who called himself the Dark Lord. His wings outspread, the tips reaching near to the ceiling. Next to him stood a being with Elvin features, wearing a long, black robe; and, holding a scepter with an orb at it’s top that gave off a smoldering, dark aura. Around his neck, he wore a pendant. Litah’s hand methodically reached to the necklace around her own neck. “Ahhh….we have been expecting you. Meet my faithful servant, my priest of darkness. I will leave you get re-acquainted. “ At that, the demon raised himself into the air and dis-appeared. The priest raised his scepter toward Litah. The paladin in Litah took control. All thought was on the coming battle.
The battle was a hard one. Litah used all her strength, all her spells, to defeat the dark priest. With the tiny bit of energy she could muster, she hurriedly gathered what she could find, anything and everything that would burn. She lit the makeshift pier and stayed to watch it burn. Finally, the body had turned to ash and the flames were stilled. She felt relieved; yet, a great sadness filled her. Her only thought was that Nima had not been here to see it.
As she turned to leave the vile place, she heard a voice vibrating the very walls. “Think you it is so easy to rob me of my loyal minion! See now, my strength!” Litah turned to find the Dark Lord standing behind the pile of ash. Her resolve was diminished into the depths of despair as she watched the being that was her father materialize from the pile of ashes. “I have kept my oath to those who give me loyalty. Eternal life is my gift to them.” the demon stated.
There are no words to describe Litah’s feelings at that moment. She felt her defeat was monumental. She stood transfixed, her eyes staring at the pendant around the priest’s neck. Suddenly, she felt something strike her from behind. As she fell forward, her arms splayed, she felt her hand wrap around the necklace. It came easily with her. Litah lay face down on the filthy floor at the feet of the demon lord. In her was no strength to move; nor, was there a desire to even open her eyes. The Dark Lord’s voice seem to echo in her very soul. “No, little paladin, I will not take you now. All is not ready for you. When the two are one, I shall be at my strongest. Go now! Do not return until you bring me the empty vessel!” Litah, blissfully, lost consciousness. She did not feel the hands that took hold of her and dragged her beyond the gates of Deatholme and left her, defenseless in the darkened forest.
Litah awoke the next morning, feeling wretched. She had no strength left. Her body felt as if it had taken the cruelest of beatings. Her mind could not focus. She tried to send her will inward to call upon the strength of the paladin. She could not find it. Using her sword, she pulled herself up and, slowly, made her way to Tranquillon. Frequently, she would rest, leaning against a tree or a broken wall. In Tranquillon, she made her way to the flight master and purchased a ride to Silvermoon City. As she leaned over to rest her head on the neck of the bat, her thoughts were just beginning to form. “I must see the Naaru. If she talked to Nima, maybe she will talk to me. And, what of this “empty vessel”? What is it? Where is it? Perhaps, if I can find it, I can destroy it.” she whispered into the bat’s ear. “I need rest. I must find another source. I will not take from another being, even if it is for the force of good.” Her eyes closed. She awoke when the bat tumbled her off it’s back outside the city. As she stood up and began to dust herself off, she felt an ache in her left hand. With effort, she opened it and stared down at the pendant she had pulled from the priest’s neck. Quickly, she stuffed it deeply into her back pack; then, hurried into the city.
It seemed to take forever for her to reach the hall of the Blood Knights. Carefully, she made her way into the secret room. Few others were around. She edged her way into a corner where she felt she might not be noticed. Hesitatingly, she raised her arms toward the Naaru. Pushing aside her desire to draw the strength she needed from, she cleared her thoughts and pleaded with it to talk to her. Suddenly, she felt a surge of energy enter her body and mind. Fighting the great urge to draw more, Litah broke the contact. “No! This is not what I wanted!” she cried out. She felt a tap on her shoulder. “Don’t be greedy, Blood Knight. Save some for the rest of us.” She turned to face two others of the order, laughing as they turned to the Naaru to take from her what was not their’s to take. Litah, sickened by the sight and the fact that she had just done the same, turned and left the building. As she passed a trainer, she was hailed over and given orders to report to Undercity. Perhaps, she thought, this was best. Maybe it would do her good to get back to training. She needed to clear her mind, put her thoughts in order. And, she could begin her search for another source. There had to be one. Blood Knights were not the only paladins in the world.
Litah made some needed purchases; then, headed through the Royal Court toward the translocation. As she was walking toward the ramp, she came face-to-face with Lord Natharian. On his arm was a lady Litah had never met. She nodded toward the lord who hurried past her with a loud “Harrumph
!” Litah looked after him, wandering what brought that on. She shrugged and hurried on her way.
After picking up her orders from the ambassador in Undercity, Litah began the long run to Sepulcher. She was well on her way when Nima’s voice sounded over their link. “Litah? Are you busy?” Nima’s voice sounded a touch weak. Litah stood still and answered. “Not at the moment. Is something bothering you, Little Sister?” She could hear Nima take a deep breath. “Well, M’uru wanted me to tell you something.” Litah felt her knees grow weak. She eased herself into a sitting position while she continued the conversation. “Tell me what?” she whispered. “She said she didn’t mind if you need her help. She said you wouldn’t take it like the others; so, she gave it to you.” Litah knew it had not been she who had drawn the energy she needed from the Naaru. “What else did she say?” “Oh…she said you should come to her when you need to. And, she said the answer to your question is “yes”; and, for you to keep searching. What question, Litah?”
Nima was sounding stronger and back to her usual tone. “I’ll tell you later. Did she say anything else?” Litah avoided the subject. “Well…yeah; but, I don’t understand it. She told me why she couldn’t talk to you.” “Why is that?” Litah could hear some strange roaring in the background. “Nima, where are you?” “In a place called Un’Goro. It’s a jungle full of strange beasts. I’m…err…kind of hiding right now. There’s this giant one that’s really mean. Anyway, she said your thoughts were too jumbled. She said it was hard for her to find a way through them. I keep telling you, Sister, you worry too much.” Nima hardly seemed to take a breath when she asked, “Litah? What an empty vessel?” Litah felt the earth move. She would have fallen if she were not already sitting. “Why? Where did you hear that?” she asked, dreading the answer. Had Nima been to Deatholme? Did she see what she, herself, had seen? That and many more questions ran through her mind as she waited for Nima’s answer. “Well, she said that your vessel was full, so she couldn’t talk to you. She said it was easy to talk to me; because, I was an empty vessel.” Litah folded her arms and rested her head against them. The “empty vessel”! The “two become one”! No!
Nima’s voice repeated itself over their link until Litah could compose herself to answer. “What does it mean?” Nima insisted. “Well, “ Litah began slowly. “Like you said, I worry a lot. I think things through before I act. You know? You don’t. You see something that needs to be done, you do it. You don’t think or worry about it. If something's bad, you try to make it good. You don’t muddle you thoughts with anything but making things good. That’s all it means. And, Nima, that is a good thing. That makes you very special.” Litah wanted to end the conversation; or, change it in some fashion. “By-the-way, I ran into Lord Natharian earlier. He seemed a bit out of sorts.” Nima was quiet for a short time. “Well….maybe he doesn’t want to marry me anymore.” Litah could sense something behind her sister’s words. “Oh? Why is that? Nima, did you do something?” Nima sensed that she may have done something wrong; so, she rushed through her confession. “I had to go to see the mage in Silvermoon, Litah. I know you told me to stay away from him; but, all of a sudden, he was there. He grabbed me and took me to the Magister’s office. Litah, he was going to make me marry him. He told the Magister that he had a contract.” “It is only a contract to enter negotiations, not a marriage contract.” Litah interrupted. “Yeah, that’s what the Magister said when he saw it. He was a nice man, the Magister. He smiled at me a lot. Anyway, old Natharian grabbed me again; and, said we were going to announce the bands. I didn’t like it when he grabbed me. So, I remembered what you told me I could do if someone did something…you know…that I didn’t want to do. You know, the fireball…” “Aimed low?” Litah finished. In spite of all, she had to smile. “Yeah.” “Nima, did you?” “The Magister wouldn’t let me. He made me stop and told old Natharian that if he insisted on insulting me that he would leave the room. That must have been some joke between them, because I didn’t understand it. Anyway, the Magister was smiling. He said I didn’t have to marry anyone; and, told Lord Natharian…well, I don’t have to get married , now.” Nima finished. “Well, it seems you have made us an enemy, as well as, a friend at court. I guess it evens out.” Litah mused. In spite of everything, it made her chuckle; and, it delayed Nima’s questions. “Oh, Litah, have you found father.” Litah froze. Then, for the first time, she boldly lied to her sister. “No, not yet. I will keep searching.” “Oh, that must have been what M’uru meant when she said to tell you to keep searching.” Litah let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Yes, I’m sure it is. I have work to get to, be careful” “You, too, Sis.”
Narrator: Will Litah find her source? Where? How? Will Nima be drawn to the Dark Lord's lair? Oh, my! I fear I have overstayed my welcome. I am sure you are tired of hearing this old one’s voice. I shall leave you to rest and refresh yourselves. Thank you, for your attention.
(This installment is the last of my "solo" work. The next installment will include in-game rp with people Litah has confided in. If you don't want me to include that rp, let me know. If you want to be a part of this....jump in.)