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Broken Skies Lore.

A 100 years ago the world was transformed, because of a last great War between the powers that be.

A 100 years ago the Sorcerer King, the Emperor of the Viemese Empire was defeated.
In a final attempt of spite he pulled down the moons from the Heavens and caused the great destruction of Ith.
Continents were torn and blown apart and for a moment it seemed as if all life would be lost.
But the core of the planet held and the magnetic field shifted to find its stability again. Whether by luck or sheer tenacity the planet held on. Though most of it was blown into space and the planet was but a shadow of its former self.

Water became a scarcity, Air dominated and filled its place to be known as the Layers of Sky. The Layers of the world.
New continents and islands floated and the world and the remnants of those that survived tried to rebuild or maintain their power.

Kingdoms and Countries reshaped and reformed and the world would never be the same again.

So it is recorded by the Chronicler Kantenay of Illitiah.

The Different Countries of Ith:

Belisio.
Capital: Olysium
A fairly large, stable and wealthy kingdom, its wealth lies mostly in their resource of sweet water and sustaining water wells.
Forged around intertwined bonds of allegiances and known for its battle prowess.
It was one of the few places Vaim hadn’t attempted to sack yet, due to its reputation and strength.
Ruled by a King and Queen and a cast of noble families that kept the peace and order through the ability to rise in station within the Kingdom, through the Mage and Knighthood’s, it maintained strong defensive abilities.
But when Vaim’s great conquering began, refugees fled to them, assimilating into Belisian society by taking on the lowest jobs they still had to prove themselves and were quite shunned by society.
Its main power are the Knights and Dragon riders, accomplished fighters swearing themselves and pledging their lives to defend the kingdom. Still very feudalistic in nature it has maintained a crude balance amongst the tides of war and change.
Though accepting of Mages, they have always had a good deal of prejudice against them, finding their strength deceiving and unnatural. Those that show signs of the gift often have a difficult road ahead for them, since they don’t actually have a recognized station at court, unlike their counterparts the Knights. Mere individuals of great capability and strength are allowed to spend time at Court and loyalty must be proven first.

Vaim.
Capital: New/Old Victus
A rather turbulent Empire, once it was a relative large but weak nation, its rule was placed into the hands of a child Emperor who would be advised by the most powerful orders within the Empire.
The Nobles, The Magical order and The Common Man.
Each would supply representatives and advisors to speak for their faction.
The Nobles did most of the ruling, strategizing and maintaining order. The Magical Order was focused on representing magic and ways for it to be used to the advantage of the Empire. They were also those that helped with the recording of history and laws. They helped the Nobles govern and brought a more spiritual side into the argument, trying to maintain a balance to counter the clinical and cutthroat thinking.
And last were the representatives of the Common Man, often well-spoken business men of low birth or farmers. They would report on the troubles brewing within the Empire or stop the Nobles from grasping too much power.
But all of that changed as their lands became less and less resourceful.
Scarcity arose and the balance in power shifted.
People spoke of a curse that plagued the land, one that would alter Vaim’s history forever…
The Child Emperor the symbol of innocence and unity, grew sickly and perished.
For the people this was a great loss, their symbol of hope and life, their spiritual leader was gone.

A power vacuum suddenly appeared and the factions were eager to take their chance for change.
Within the Magical Order voices whispered more ambitious tones and spoke of radical thoughts, whilst others clung to the traditions and truths of the past.
A split happened creating those that called themselves the Faithful (Ahj-an-dhali) and the Reborn (Tahjai) and they became bitter rivals of one another.
This grew to such extremes that they actively sought to oppose the other side regardless of their intent.
In those turbulent years the Faithful managed to ally themselves with some of the more prestigious Nobles.
Their intention was that they would create a Republic, they would return some freedoms to the people, offer them a ray of hope in those dark days.
Vaim would become a place of freethinkers and intellectuals, a place for those with the ambition and will to rise, a place where there would be justice and education, a place where poverty would become a thing of the past.
They would drag the crumbling Empire out of its misery and promise it a future it would have seized all on its own…
Unbeknownst to them the Tahjai had noticed their plans and realized that if they wished to maintain their level of power they would have to undo themselves of their greatest opponents.
They warned the lower Nobles and the more gullible of the Common people of a coup that they (the Faithful and some of the more prominent Nobles) would perform, they lied and manipulated the truth to fixate their hold on the ‘truth’ of the matter.
A purge followed.
The Lower Nobles went to challenge the more powerful houses, they tore them down and destroyed them. Whilst the other Noble Houses resisted, they were used as scapegoats their names dragged through the mud and family members sold off into slavery.
The Commoners were send against the Faithful, the individuals dragged from their home and brought to the Tahjai to receive punishment for their treachery, if they were lucky. Most of them were beaten to death, hung or murdered terrible ways.
Through all the chaos the Tahjai and the New Noble houses started making laws and reconstructing society, eventually becoming known as the Vindicated. (The Xulnorpate)
5 of the most power houses would rule, the lesser houses would attempt to gain strength and try to unseat one of the 5, whilst the Tahjai had more or less earned their immunity.
They told the Teryns they could rule the Empire, all the Tahjai wanted was to focus on their studies and on those that possessed the gift of the All Mother. They promised they were always willing to offer assistance or advise on matters and that they would be preferred to be seen as one entity instead of different individuals.
Sated on their newly promised power the Teryns took it without thought or question.
They didn’t bother The Tahjai and soon enough started their expansion of their territory.
The Common Man, thoroughly mislead and betrayed, attempted to rise up, but were beaten down harshly and told to serve the great Empire.
Voices of dissent disappeared, public examples were made and compliance was rewarded occasionally to keep the people silent and obedient.
People were forced to promise loyalty and service to the Empire. Becoming essentially slaves to the system…
After a while unwavering loyalty was all that remained, no one being around to remember the crimes of the past or to be able to find and read the true history of the Empire instead of the ‘history that was taught’.
And so it went for decades even a couple of centuries…until a new figure rose to power…

When the Sorcerer King rose up and appeared he at first was a Hero of the Common Man earning their loyalty first, with his honour and courage and offering the Viemese someone to root for.
Alarmed the Nobles at first weren’t sure what to make of him, but as he started to grow his own followers and promising them a more prosperous Future, some of the Nobles started switching sides. The Tahjai not being fools had already allied themselves with him as well and so the relatively corrupt Empire formed and altered into a motivated superpower hell bent on ‘Claiming their Right’. And so his need for conquest and subjugation began
The man had a vision and a goal in mind for his Empire and soon enough they officially crowned him as their Supreme Ruler, their Emperor, though he never accepted that title and preferred to be known for his first title The Sorcerer King.
He started with a few small nation states first to test their battle readiness, before taking on the bigger fish in the pond and those quickly fell, swallowed and assimilated by their hungry war-machine.
Revendahl was next and its destruction would unify the rest of the Nations of Ith to band together and try to defeat this terrible evil.
Ultimately they succeeded, though no one knows what really happened the day of the cataclysm, when the Heavens fell and created the world anew.

Revendahl.
Capital: Sensaridh (Mound of the All Mother)
A smaller neighbor of Vaim, once independent and spiritual hub of the World. It was ruled by the Scholarly, Wanderers of Ith. The Druids of Revendahl ruled with relative ease, being the spiritual leaders for the common folk and gifting them opportunities to learn and study when the individuals sought them out and showed promise.
Village elders and Guild leaders would come to them for advice, counsel and blessing. They healed the injured and sick when they could or would tend to them, bringing them into their sacred Palace known as Ezoiya (The Hearth).
All that is gone now, with merely ruins remaining.
Vaim sought to make an example of them, crushing them beneath their boot.
Whilst the Druids and their followers held them off for a while in the end they were no match for the might that was thrown at them.
Whilst the Rhevendahli were enslaved and forced into Vaim’s Empire, the indoctrination began, the Tahjai made sure to find every single magic user that would be born from this conquered people knowing that through these means they could maintain control and dominance.

Illitiah.
Capital: Hyfell
A small group of islands that form the nation Illitiah, that helped by being part of the allegiance in the war against the Sorcerer King.
Ruled over by Zeraphina Stormgard, the appointed leader of the ‘Floating City’ and the Lightning Garde. A stubborn old lady that helped her people find a place within the Broken world of Ith.
Harnessing the power of Lightning they are able to move their nation, turning them into Sky-farers, wanderers and traders of the Skies.
They are rather skilled techno-mages, combining both to their own advantages, such being the first to have electricity and were the ones capable of capturing lightning and harvesting water. They are also one of the more free spirited people of Ith.

Leonasse.
Capital: Sternecrans
A nation of relative size, mysterious and not much known about them.
It is ruled by someone called the Anchor.
It is said they value the rule of Law, Faith and Order and that it is maintained by the Senechai.
Others that know them either sing their praises or curse them all.
Maybe.....

As for your other questions:

The Tahjai currently are an order of magic users (though not every magic user is automatically part of the Tahjai)
They have several divisions but I'll explain that a bit better with the lore expo.

Whilst they have great power and dominance, they do not rule the Empire, but manipulate quite a great deal behind the scenes.

The Teryn is basically another word for Lord/Nobleman & it is also a title for the leader of representative of a house/family.
So currently Scylla's master is the young Teryn Varros Avitus, since Eilis killed his father Teryn Balbus Avitus.
As for the girls, the 'covenstudents' they are essentially sold into slavery, their parents often are promised wonderful lives, whilst in fact most 'common magic users' go to these covens, depending on their skill or talents. They are observed at these places and there they determine what happens to the students. Whether they will serve a patron or family or whether they follow a more rigorous path with the Tahjai order itself becoming enforcers and such.
Most get sold into slavery though.
As for getting pregnant by the Teryn's well naturally it happens, but it is frowned upon by the right society, depending on the situation they decide what to do. Sometimes they kill the baby in the womb, other times they wait for it to be born and dispose of it then. But there are also more 'gentle-hearted' Teryn's that merely send the child away or sell it off into slavery as well. Technically they are his property so he can do with it what he likes.

One extra thing though: Scylla and Eilis did not go to the same coven. Scylla is also quite a bit older her path in life has been rather turbulent.

Also if you should need me to play Alexa to have some more romance time for Toby you'll just need to let me know.
Well, take your time for your posts, I'm quite busy and occupied with work too, but I am going to hopefully help you somewhat by adding some more lore and extra stuff in this tab this weekend.
I have been mulling over a taste of music, a soundtrack for the character involved, so you may expect that too.
Still working on my map, since the first didn't sit right with me with how it looked, but yeah I'll try and post a good deal of that stuff this weekend.

As I have stated before I draw a lot of inspiration from the Dark Crystal and showed you the clip of the emperor before. So don't be surprised to see some influences in here.

As you've also added Alexa and Toby to the mix, I quite enjoyed their post and am curious whether you'll keep them as side characters or whether they will have a whole storyline for themselves. It would be fun to be able to properly split the party up and allow them to discover more of this world as we continue.

So for now posts that are coming up: Tyrhallan, Eilis and Uilles/Ravros as well as 'one other person' aswell.
What I need from you is give your thoughts and ideas on the Lore I'll submit this weekend, your speculations up until this point as to what is going to happen with everyone and...

Also I need you to roll a die for me. Just an ordinary die will do and tell me the number.
Sounds interesting, I'm keeping an eye on this aswell, provided you're still accepting?
Eilis was a terrifying sight to behold, not responding to Arn’s words or giving any indication of having heard Arn mentally, but her actions did show that some of it connected.
As she made a slow squeezing motion with her arm, the ship stopped moving, before alarms started going off continuously as the deck started to creak and groan, almost as if it somehow was bend into one another. The cannons attempted to fire again in desperation, but its charge couldn’t even leave the cannon itself as the nuzzle was folded shut and bent off to the point of breaking.
All the while Eilis had not reacted anymore or spoken, she let her magic do the talking and despite the terrible damage she did to herself, she continued, bring in her other arm.
Light cracked around and through the skin as blood started dripping down the other arm too, the electricity sizzling around them.

“Your arrogance and impudence will be your demise even if it means I will have to break you all. There will be no comfort for you, only I can grant you a rest everlasting.” She spoke, her voice still distorted and it was clear whatever was controlling Eilis, her threat was a promise she would most certainly keep.
“For I am eternal and you…you are but flies to be swat.” And with that she motioned the grabbing of the ship. It shook and alarms and cries of panic could be heard, before she threw her arms in a downwards motion, slamming it down into a larger bigger vessel, causing its engine to blow up and engulf the other ship’s deck.
The screams of horror and pain cried out, but were only met with the cold condemning stare that Eilis gave them.
“Your battle ends here…” She uttered before a magic spell was flung at her, it hit its mark engulfing her head and slowly drawing the oxygen out, making her rapidly turn towards the mage in question.
“Foolish was your act of defiance, it will be your last.” Was her soft reply, before sending force magic down upon the poor mage. It flung him off the ground, bouncing with such force that his neck broke upon impact with one of the obstacles he bounced against, slumping into a small heap of man.
Eilis however didn’t even bother to worry about it, as the spell disappeared her head turned around to look at Arn with empty white eyes, taking measure of him.
“You’re the one she wants…” She didn’t finish the rest as she narrowed her eyes. “Firemage…you’re the one that defied me before…” The tone sounded threatening.
Oh I am so sorry you feel that you feel you're not doing enough.
I don't feel your posts are reactionary, I always look forward to them eager and curious at the innerworkings of Arn's mind.
Maybe your reactions are more responsive in a sense as of late, but that is because I have to set you up with bits and pieces of plot and information, not tidal-waving you with all sorts of history or lore, so that is doesn't become a 'lore fest' and also because I don't want to spoil too much (which I know I am going to do if I start blabbing; about what happened at the end of the Sorcerer King's final battle or why and how the Sorcerer King came to be in the first place.)

I am still trying to set the pieces on the board so you'll know the players involved.
But you're more then welcome to add more pieces to our little story or add in your own motivations and plotlines (it was why I suggested you'd bring Toby back in) since it will give you another character to shape his goals/future for like I said you can build plots of your own. I mean Arn and Toby must have had plans aside their Shooting Stars occupation?
Naturally Eilis changed all that in Arn's case, but maybe Arn himself has some skeleton's from his past coming to mess things up as well.

Also I hope my explanations of the sides; Vaim's Empire, the Tahjai and the involved individuals are clear enough?
Maybe I should post a bit more background info here in the OC so you can play around with it as well or add your own enemies to our list.
All the puppets I am currently stringing along will have their purpose. Ravros or Scylla aren't easy villains, they're meant to be rather grey, just like Uilles is shown to be fallible.

As for Arn and Eilis. Arn is connected to her, regardless of the other side. The problem is is that 'that other side' currently doesn't care about You, Eilis or Belisio for that matter.

But it can be influenced, talked to, even persuaded, provided you wish to try that out.

You could also go the opposite route strengthen Eilis, this other side is so dominant because Eilis herself isn't. If you strengthen her mentally either by word or magic you can achieve the same thing as well, however keep in mind that this would be a constant struggle for Eilis since it doesn't really accept 'its state of being'. (I know I am being vague but I want to at least surprise you somewhat).

Then there is the let it ride out she'll tire eventually approach.

And last but not least you can go into the Thread and try to battle it there. 'However' I must state that it is pretty much like 'warging' from GOT, you will be entering Eilis's body/mind in order to combat it. Result of it is your magic will also activate the bindings, thus causing pain for her just like 'the other' does when it uses magic.
Also you'll be very vunerable if your body dies in battle you'll be stuck in Eilis as well and you won't be able to help Tyrhallan and Uilles.

Hopefully you don't feel like I am hogging all the storywriting, cause I wouldn't be able to do this without you. Again don't be afraid to go crazy, you might even decide to kill Eilis, but it will be over rather quickly then...
I just hope you don't see our writing as a chore, like something you have to do, but enjoy it as much as I do.
Anyway I rambled on long enough again...
Just let me know what you need of me I will give you as much information as I can without spoiling the plot, unless of course you don't care for surprises I will roll out the entire plot then should you wish to know it before hand.
More troubles brewing on the horizon...
Scylla dried herself off from her bath, her supple skin once again smelling like the usual concoction of oils and lavender.
The Teryn’s heavy musk and sweat was rinsed off and she at the very least felt somewhat clean again.
The man himself was resting for a moment as he regarded the ivory board in front of him. His eyes taking in the positions of the pawns of both sides whilst dressed in nothing more than a simple robe.
Like father like son Scylla supposed.

She remembered the old days when Avitus still had been alive, how she had quite the upper hand then, she had beguiled him and worked her way into his bed, giving her master all he desired and more...
The act itself wasn’t particularly terrible, in fact with a well versed lover it could even be pleasant, but she had to be rather clinical about it.
Feelings would obscure her reasoning and only caused more harm than good.
Whilst she had a tender sort of affection for the old Teryn, she had to focus on the future now.
The young Teryn ruled now and unlike his father was power hungry and eager to prove himself.
The son wanted to be better than his father and to prove it to the world, he had torn down two important Vaimese families, bringing them to ruin and destitution.
The only survivors were the young daughters.
He made them think he was their savior and their protector, whilst he had murdered their fathers and thrusted the rest into slavery.
He used their trust in him against them, seducing them so they would willingly do everything he told them to.
After all what young maid could resist a handsome young and powerful lord that had saved them from calamity?
Naturally, they gave themselves up willingly….
Many times Scylla would pass the Teryn’s chambers only to be met with the cacophony of moans and lustful cries as the familiar rhythm would echo the very halls.

Even today as she had gone down to report to him she had entered upon such a very scene.
Though such things hardly fazed her, she had seen the embarrassment radiate from the young noble girl.
Another freshly plucked cherry to add to his collection.
Scylla had almost felt sorry for the girl were it not for the fact that a well bedded Teryn was more tired and thus less able to grow angry beyond reprieve at her.
She taken her position off to the side, awaiting her turn silently as they were but playthings to be used and abused by those who held power.
She had watched the young blonde dress again quickly before leaving the Teryn’s chamber, not sparing Scylla a second glance.
The Teryn however had gotten up and lazily poured himself some wine, not even bothering to cover himself up.
Something his father would have done, Scylla thought.
No, the young Teryn knew very well that he was physically fit and handsome and would even use it as a weapon against those who were weaker of heart.
After downing a first cup he commanded her to start her report, whilst he poured himself a second.
She had explained to him exactly what had happened and who she had faced.
Her inability to capture Eilis and apologizing again for her failings.
He regarded her silently with eyes that showed a malicious glint, similiar to burning embers.
Scylla knew that her words were never going to be enough. And so she decided that to escape a fate worse than death she had to give up what little pride she had left once more.
She raised her head, her eyes full of promise and passion and did what she did best, using his very hunger for pleasure to escape punishment.
She still felt his strong hands on her hips and how he had thrusted her down upon his bed, barely allowing her to slip out of her garments and in between the sheets.
She had bought herself some time with it, making sure to exhaust him.
Afterwards, when he had finally released her, he had regarded her with calculating eyes and a terrifying grin. Features that would be able to ensnare anyone that wasn’t familiar with his cruelty and manipulative ways.
As he had ran his fingers up and over her curves it had felt hypnotic and pleasurable. A absentminded gesture, but Scylla knew better.
She knew those were the moments you had to watch out for, those tricks lulled you in a false sense of security, until he decided to strike.
“Tell me my sly little fae, what do you think my father was planning to do with her?”
“Replace me, have a new pet to experiment on… Whatever your father’s plans were they were not privy to me. The Tahjai orders your father received were not shared with the likes of me.” She answered knowing his innocent sounding question wasn't just that, he was testing her.
She couldn’t let him know the truth, heavens forbid, if the Teryn would ever find out about the machine he would make a terrifying dictator, he already had intentions to become the most powerful man in the Empire, if he got his hands on whatever that machine the entire world was at risk.
The man seemed to think for a moment before he smiled bringing his hand up to cup her face and steal as kiss from her lips.
Obediently she offered all she could, tasting the traces of the rich vintage that still was there.
As he stopped and withdrew his eyes turned cold and his fingers squeezed her jaw painfully.
“You’re certain he never spoke of it? Knowing how intimate the two of you were…”
Scylla’s eyes had panicked regarding him with fear.
“Yes I know about how you warmed his bed sly little Scylla, about his regard for you and I must confess after tasting your delights I can see what had enraptured him so.” He spoke carefully and with weight to his words, making her wonder if she had underestimated him all this time.
“I am as much your loyal servant as I was your father’s.” Was all she meekly could say.
His eyes turned malicious once more hovering over her dominantly before he uttered softly.
“Don’t disappoint me again.”
Scylla held her tongue, she held it long enough for him to grow bored and release her, clearly seeming to accept her fear and passiveness.
Or at least Scylla hoped that was the case.
She had taken her bath after that, after he had insisted ofcourse. It was poor manners to refuse a Teryn's generosity. She knew she had merely been allowed to do so so he could watch her.
The nobles always like to watch and so she had willingly obliged him.

She moved over to the Teryn, draping the extra towel over his shoulders as she regarded the board.
It showed a representation of the battlefield, maybe it was even accurate to the events that were happening at the Belisian border.
“Scylla, what do you make of her? This farmgirl.”
“Desperation is always a rather hardy motivator. I’d say desperation and willfulness are attributes I would ascribe to her judging her by the predicament she finds herself in.”
“How long do you think she will last?”
“That is difficult to say, they used a forbidden ritual on her, she’s an abomination now and if she continues to use her magic she will either burn herself out or have the other soul overtake her completely.” Scylla stated as she watched him pick up a pawn from the board.
“And what would be the outcome of that?”
“Well no one truly knows since the ritual is forbidden for a reason. The old days of when it was used are long since gone as well as the knowledge to what would happen to the individuals, but my best guess would be she’d either combust or be taken over by the other soul and since we do not know anything more it is hard to say what 'its' motivations are.”
The Teryn stroke his chin as he rolled the pawn between the fingers of his other hand calmly letting out a soft hum.
“The Tahjai want their little prey back, but politics demand I focus on the war with Belisio first. I want to get to her before they can. You and your sister will go and capture her for me, I suggest you take one of the Threaders with you, should she prove difficult again.” He said as he placed the pawn down in front of him.
“But my lord my sister is still weak…” Scylla started knowing that she had to tread. “The ritual to find her demanded quite a great deal of energy, she still needs to recover from it.”
The Teryn grimaced in displeasure and as he made a throwaway gesture he said.
“Then procure some of that poison she requires, you can forward the bill, I need you both at your best so you may strike when they are the most distracted.”
“Also my Teryn, the Threader is still an experimental device… I do believe it would not be wise to test it out on her, considering all the other things already put upon her, it might ruin her completely.
“Are you saying you wish to be its tester Scylla? Or your sister?”
“Nnno my Teryn. I just wanted to ensure your success, if you were to lose the girl because of some experimental device I doubt the Tahjai would be pleased with that." She stated quickly hoping she hadn't overstepped her boundaries.
“Very well, don’t use it on her then. But take it with you as a precaution, should you find a fool for it test it. For the interest of science.”
Scylla’s eyes held a saddened glimmer, before she nodded.
“Of course my Teryn.” She uttered and moved away from him, her hips swaying as she walked, intending to keep him distracted before she would strike.
Feeling his hungry eyes following her she picked up her dress and slipped it back on.
“I will do as my Teryn commands.” Was her reply as she bowed more excessively and adding.
“Would you be willing to gift me a boon upon our success?”
Now the hungry eyes narrowed and the glimmer of intrigue lay cast within them.
“A boon?” The inquiry almost sounded amused, as if he hadn’t expected it.
Naturally Scylla knew that this was merely a façade that the Teryn was good at.
“Your father once held some knowledge on someone who was very important to me.”
“Did he?” His response and tone was light and of curiosity, but not for the sake of curiosity itself.
No he was, much like all the other nobles only interested in it in order to see how he could benefit from it.
How it was advantageous to him…it had been one of the earliest lessons Scylla had learned.
“Yes, I would be more than grateful if you would offer me that knowledge when we return with ‘her’.”
Silence followed as Scylla awaited his reply. He kept her waiting a little longer on purpose, for the sake of manipulating her.
“I would be a cruel master if I did not reward a faithful servant for their hard work… Very well, upon your successful return I shall gift your desire.” He spoke rather easily as that handsome smirk graced his face again.
“Of course you will still have to succeed first.” He added with a rather demanding finality to his voice, one that made Scylla bow and leave quickly.
She knew she shouldn’t press her luck any further and moved away from his chambers with a quick step and a new promise.
Now what could be happening here hmm?
Before you ask Arn can tell something is amiss with Eilis, but he can't see what she sees. He just feels her energy is disturbed.
But the battlefield will demand your time as you fly into the warzone again, so questions later...provided that we all make it.
(And no that is not a joke, now don't fret about right or wrong ways to go at this, all I am saying is like a real war the stakes are high.)
Eilis felt something gnaw at the back of her mind, something was stirring in her heart and she wasn’t sure what it was.
Her bindings flared and pulsated but no punishment came forth, as if its power was too low to sting.
Something WAS terribly wrong, normally the punishment was instant.
Fear crept up, that feeling of having a stone filled gut, heavy, hard and immovable and she felt it now all too clearly.
It was then for a brief moment her eyes caught a flash of another sight.
An another light, a similar day and her being suddenly surrounded by smoke. A thick curtain that obscured her sight as the onslaught of battle raged around her, merely seeing shadows and lights flare up from within.
Startled she blinked and looked behind her, no longer seeing Arn there. Looking back in front of her the wyrm she was riding on was gone too, in fact she was no longer flying.
She was standing on the ground alone amongst the the smoke and her fear now fully gripped her heart as a large explosion went off beside her.
Diving to the side, she expected the pain of landing on the hard ground to follow, but as her closed eyes opened she found she was back on the wyrm again as if she never had left.
Arn's strong arms still surrounded her and she wondered if he even had noticed something had been amiss.
Turning her eyes and mind back to the battle she saw Arn had turned them around and was heading back to the battlefield.
She wondered if he had seen something too, but she held her tongue for now, thinking she wasn't even sure if she understood enough to explain what had happened to him.
Figuring she could do her own tests in the meantime she tried closing her eyes again to see if she could invoke whatever it was tha had happened, but as she opened them again they were still there, the Wyrm’s head in front of her and Arn's secure warmth behind her.
Flying and diving through the clouds they hurried to rejoin the battle.
Eilis shooks her head unconsciously as if to shake herself back to focus.
Find Tyrhallan, she mentally told herself.
As soon as she connected with his spirit again, she helped Arn find him.
“There he is on the left,” She said pointing him out, her arm stretched out exposed and pointing at the red armoured knight.
Before something made her turn to her right before reacting almost instinctively.
Her tattoo’s glowed again this time brighter as the Wyrm barely avoided a large stone ball that the Belisian’s had set on fire and flung at the enemy frigate.
Eilis trembled at the shock she received afterwards and Arn could now witness the bindings at work from up close.
They hissed and cracked as Eilis smothered a painful cry.
Her instinctual magic had saved them, by force pushing the wyrm they were riding on downwards, but because she had no chance to build her magic up, she had to release such amounts that her bindings triggered even harsher too. She felt something wet drip down from her nose and quickly wiped it away, knowing what it probably was.
Her eyes caught sight of a blood red smear and stubbornly she ignored in trying to forget her pain and focus on their surroundings again, before her scenery changed once more.
She was on the ground now, covered in dirt and Earth, watching as the smoke that obscured her vision seemed to part way for a moment before she rolled out of the way as a fireball was hurled at her, striking the ground next to her.
Terrified she gazed back at where this attack had come from, whilst trying to scramble back on her feet again. Horrified she watched as a large silhouette formed, its form morphing and changed, grower smaller as it grew near but its appearance no less terrifying as it stepped out of the smoke and into view.
Black armour obscured almost all of the individual and a great deal of power oozed forth from the individual.
A low rumbling sounded as he raised his armoured gauntlet towards her and she felt being pulled forward, her struggles no match for the strength and raw power of the magic that was used against her.
It started to tighten and constrict around her. Holding her into a vice like grip that started to squeeze and crush her slowly, bit by bit.
“You traitorous viper,” A deep voice spoke with barely contained anger.
“Your treachery and sacrilege is over and done with.”
Eilis felt her very breath catch, before she felt the power fall instantly, as she was released and fell back on her knees onto the ground.
“The world needed answers…” She heard a voice speak, she frowned it felt as if it came from her, though her lips never moved and the voice that spoke wasn’t hers.
“You needed your high you mean! You selfish bastard. How many did you offer up? How many did you sacrifice? How many?!”
To Eilis the silence felt deafening, sensing a feeling of guilt and yet at the same time a strange sense of justification.
She heard the voice answer again.
“Your brother’s sacrifice showed me we can still stop the undoing of this world. His life offered me that small inkling of sight that I needed.”
“No.” The black armoured figure spat in fury and Eilis felt herself being violently strung up as the invisible chains around her returned forcing her off the ground.
Choking and feeling the pain of such strong force magic, made her feel powerless. It felt like her very back could be snapped in two and her muscles simply turned limp.
“I will carve the very soul out of your miserable carcass! It is only right after what you did to my brother!”
“It…will…not bring…him…back.”
“I know. But at least I will have justice. Revenge for him and all the others.”
Eilis suddenly noticed more figures in the smoke, surrounding them, as the squeezing continued she felt her breath stop and her sight grow dark, as a pitch black darkness clouded her vision.

A loud explosion next to her however startled her and made her gasp for air in shock and further confusion.
Her sights returned to the familiar battlefield, their wyrm and her dependable Arn that had shielded her from the incoming attack.
How long had she been out of it? Had she been out of it? What the hell was happening to her?
She gripped her head in worry and fear.
What exactly had she seen?
A memory? A premonition?
She realized those all the questions she had would have to wait, they were in a bloody battlefield and the last thing they needed was for her to become a liability.
They were all risking their lives, she couldn’t let Arn down not now.
“Arn, do what you do best…and don’t worry I’ll be fine.” She spoke with more confidence than she actually felt.
Her eyes focused again on the battlefield, taking in the sights and sides.
She noticed how the Dragon knights swooped in on the opening that Tyrhallan created for them. How Tyrhallan had shot up the bridge and was making his way to the edge, leaping into the air as an explosion went off behind him, blasting the guns to disuse.
The winged knights had mages riding along, taking down all that they could before they focused on the large frigate. She assumed that they were hoping that by stopping that frigate the mental blow would be enough for the Vaimese to retreat and re-strategize, buying them some extra time.
Sensing someone familiar her eyes turned to single out a blonde dragon rider and her mage.
She remembered the young man from the ship…he was one of Arn’s. Toby.
She gripped Arn’s arm as she noticed how a smaller ship was slowly aiming its gun turrets at them, they wouldn’t be able to escape its fury…
They would be blast out of them skies.
As she watched Tyrhallan somersault through the air using his ki and his armour to leap the distance to another frigate…if they went after him they would condemn the other two to certain death.
Making a rash decision and praying the All Mother that she was right about this she grabbed the reins from Arn without explanation before she send them plummeting towards Arn’s former pupil.
Quite literally forcing their Wyrm in front of them, she raised her left hand out towards the guns that were now facing them.
An unearthly scream erupted from her as she called upon her force magic. Her bindings hissed violently and cracked her skin even further as her eyes whitened out and pure light and force wind surrounded them.
A blinding light covered them just as the rumble of the guns thundered, as it released its fury upon them.
The large bullets clashed against her shield and were hurled back violently, striking the ship that had launched them due to its proximity.
One of the guns was rendered useless from the impact, the other two however halted its fire realizing the error they had made.
But the protection was not without cost, Eilis’s arm showed completely cracked skin and her eyes cried blood as she maintained her shield and spoke with the same unearthly tone.
“You will pay for your insolence…”
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