Reborn: Aayan’s Wrath
Inspiration: All Eyes On Us and BFG Division
Charlotte let out a bored sigh after the others had run away. She ran a hand through her silver locks as she turned her eyes towards what remained of the town.
“I’m bored now.” She summoned a ball of fire in her hand and set the village ablaze before teleporting back to the keep of the San’layn.
“Is it done?” The man spoke, eyeing her and waving off the others he had been speaking to.
“They were boring and ran away like cowards.” Charlotte answered, rubbing a hand on her throat, “Left me more thirsty then entertained.”
“I see. Go feed on a prisoner while I prepare for the next assault.” The man shooed her away.
Charlotte got giddy and went down the stairs of the black stoned keep to the dungeon.. It was going to be a long day…
Back in <Whatever Og Named the Damn Base>...
Aayan sat next to Izanamie, pouring out his magic in runes to contain and deliver Iz from the evil shadows. “Dammit! Dammit all!” Aayan shed tears as he did his best to watch over his beloved wife, a wife that to him was nearly everything. He could feel it, deep in his heart an unrelenting vengeance. Northrend had been a place of pain and suffering for Aayan. He had often failed to protect people, even his own sister as she fell to undeath. Something...began to stir in his chest.
Thoringdir, the Stormdrake that resided in his Runeblade materialized and fluttered nearby, the blue crystalline earring that held a connection to the Blue Drake Kahriahgosa shimmered as well. “You’re soul is on fire, Aayan.” Thoringdir said, his eyes sparking thunder.
“I sensed a great torment in his heart. Aayan, speak to me, you’re troubled.” Kahriahgosa said, setting her image on his shoulders.
“Charlotte...Iz...by the Light…” Aayan’s tears flowed freely, sinking shimmering specs that vanished into Iz’s robes. “No….No more….I can’t let anyone else die because I was not able to protect them!”
Aayan stood, and withdrew his sword. He looked over towards Grant and Sebastian. “I’m going back there...I have long since kept myself at bay...but I will...I WILL get them back! Kah, hone in on Charlotte’s bracelets and teleport me back.” Aayan began walking to the Armory, grabbing the Warded Cloak, the Hydraxxian Heart Sword, and the Stormforged Fist. “The Warder becomes the Warhawk once more!”
Back in the Castle of the San’layn, Charlotte finished devouring the blood of a poor villager that had been captured. She stood, wiping some excess blood from her chin with the back of her hand before walking up along the stairs. Her orchid robes flowing behind her as her silver hair glittered in the torchlight. She returned to the room she had been given, a simple room with a wooden bed to rest and a series of drawers to hold what little belonged to her. She sat on the bed edge and peered at the bracelet on her wrist. Why was she still wearing this? Everytime she attempted to take it off, something stopped her. She couldn’t bring herself to remove it and she did not know why. She shook the thoughts from her head and merely flopped back on the comforter, staring at the stone ceiling as her mind drifted and listened to the voices in her head.
As she listened to the voices in her head, the Bracelets would glow. A voice rang in her mind...it was not a whisper.
“For years...I dedicated my life to protecting those in need. I said to myself...I would never turn my back on someone who needed my help. That I would keep all the precious things I thought close. Items of power, friends….family…”
Thunder sounded over the Castle of the San’layn. It shook and rumbled. The voice in her head sounded again.
“Charlotte…” The voice said in an angry tone. “Return to yourself...I will MAKE you return!”
The thunder shook again, her bracelets glowed and in a flash of thunder and lighting crackling around her, Aayan appeared. He was wrapped in a shimmering white cloak and hood, his hand in a bright blue metal gauntlet that sparked with a sword pouring water out of it. His Runeblade glowed in a fierce white light, not the Light, but something...different…
“I will bring you back!” Aayan said with both swords raised.
Charlotte’s eyes went wide at his appearance and she immediately rolled off the bed and away from him. She held her hand out and summoned her scythe and gripped it with both hands.
“How did you get here?” She growled at the intruder, “My Master will see you dead!”
“It was a simple spell really...bring your master….bring your...allies. For you have invoked my wrath.” Aayan’s eyes began to glow a fierce purple, leaving a trail of smoke off them.
She continued to growl, “I am not your dog, boy. I will not need them to vanquish your pitiful magi magic.”
She charged forward and swung her scythe wildly at him as she imbued it with necrotic magics.
He held up the Hydraxxian Heart Blade and blasted her with a fire-hose pressure of water. “I do not wish to harm you, Charlotte! I will lock you down and deal with your so called master soon enough!”
She let out a cry as she’s blasted back into the wall by water. Great, now the bitch is wet. Her eyes glowed with black magical wisps of power. She began to create flames in her hand to try and counter his water strike.
“I will not summon my Master. Your blood will fuel us!” She shrieked at him.
Aayan felt an intensity rising. He truly did not want to hurt her. Control or not that was his friend, a leader amid everyone else. No, the Warden is still there...He kept up the blast from the heart sword, steam beginning to fill the room they were in. Nearly blocking all vision. Aayan said the word. “Mirandir!” As a flash of purple energy appeared on his side. His favorite barrier spell. Then, the sound of a click, a snap even, as lighting blasted through the steam like it’s own personal thunderstorm shocking the entire room with a powerful earth shattering blast.
Electricity flew through the air but found no purchase. When the mist cleared, she was gone. She had escaped the moment the mist had been made, and slipped out of the room. He’d find the door locked from the outside.
Aayan takes his swords and raises them up. He sprayed water at the stone door and with a twist of the handle the water froze in an instant. Aayan readied a strong blast of arcane energy and flung it into the ice, blowing the door out. “I won’t let you get away!” He focused for a moment, tracking the spell on the bracelets, seeing where his magic was in this foul place.
He could sense the bracelet moving down a series of corridors that were a floor below. She was on the move and he could tell she was trying to use dark magic on the bracelet.
Concentrated on the bracelets hard. He closed his eyes and began to chant. “She’s going to hate me for this later.” “Cyrsamre, Shoofa aman arath!” He activated the bracelets power to forcibly cause her mana to be vented from her body.
Charlotte let out a string of curses as her spells began to fail her, but when she went to rip the bracelet off, she felt her body struggling to fulfill her desire. Part of her mind was fighting for control.
He kept up his chant, trying to force her magic off, maybe put her into a coma. If that was the case, then getting her out of danger would be cinch. Then the damn San’layn who dared take control of such an innocent woman would feel the full unbridled wrath of one who sought to protect all that which was good.
He would be able to feel the mana venting out, then suddenly it was cut off. The bracelet was moving again to deeper in the fortress. Why wasn’t it draining Charlotte? Had someone intervened? He wouldn’t get a chance to find out as he’d feel a magical barrier fall over the building, causing him to be unable to teleport out.. Or anyone else in.
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