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SABELLIUS
 Posted: Mar 25 2017, 02:34 AM
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??? • Wraith • Amorality • New Orleans


WAR UPON THE GREEN ISLE
It had only been a fortnight since Sabellius had been drug from his black pit of a prison and he was placed under servitude again, and the world had changed around him yet again. What had once been a place where mortals had once been scholars and mathematicians, and now a great deal had returned to their more natural state--they were creatures of violence, picking off each other and striving to stake a claim on food, land, and treasure to try to make their insignificant lives seem like they were worth more. The wraith would watch the viking soldiers disembark from their ship from afar, in the relative safety and dryness in his master's tent, though many would not be able to see him or his current masters.

His masters were few, glowing holy beings that would probably be battling against the gods and shamans of this place while Sabellius had been chosen to take out swaths of the supernatural infantry. These isles were full of fae and sprites, creatures of mischievous ways that would cause the Norse worshiping Vikings to slow in their pillaging of the Englishmen. Sab's blackened eyes would drift over the Gods as well--he couldn't remember their names so much, but he was fairly certain he had been bound by the one-handed one... he couldn't say for sure. His gaze moved on, as if he was merely a hunting dog inspecting any noise he could potentially hear off in the distance.

And, in fact, he did hear something... a distant pattering of feet. He rose uneasily to his feet and looked to his masters. One of them nodded, allowing him to go inspect. If it was just a small group, scouts or the like, he could obliterate them and the Vikings would be able to go forward to raze the coastal villages unimpeded. He stepped out, his body slightly tensing at the feeling of rain on his bare skin, drips of cold water running down his bald pate and streaking his inked form. Even so, he moved forward, breaking out into a run at first until he let himself go into a purer form--a swath of black shadow barreling straight towards the small group heading towards the invading Nords.

The wraith could eventually smell them, even through the wetness of the downpour, and the shadow curved sharply down a muddy path until he could sense them. They felt anxious, but mostly determined and eager to rebuff the Vikings. They were classic Fae, elven like, fair, pretty people with bows and longswords at their side. They seemed to sense that something dark and foreboding was coming towards them quickly, as their determination turned more to hesitation, but by then, it was too late. Sabellius was upon them. He went for the right most sword wielder first, his inky form pulling them down into the shadow like quicksand, not to be seen again. He burst from the dark pool, his humanoid form returning so he could lunge at the rest, teeth first. Their terror, their confusion and hate--Sabellius would feed upon it and become even stronger for it. They couldn't win against him.

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 Posted: Mar 26 2017, 04:07 AM
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1600 • Lady of the Lake • Justice • Avalon
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It was not often that fae were drawn directly into mortal warfare. On occasion there might be a few who for whatever reason chose to lend their favor or for some reason felt an obligation to watch over and protect individual mortals that went to fight. Even Ninianne, who was perhaps more involved with mortal affairs that most fae of her status, did not really expect to fight on a battlefield. No, more often she occupied the sidelines, she might perhaps intervene if a soldier seemed to go too far- intending to harm a civilian, unarmed, or surrendering opponent or other such injustice.

And that was all she anticipated doing when the Viking raiders first began to strike at England's coastal towns and monasteries. Much as she hated the carnage and how her heart ached for the people not killed but dragged upon the Viking ships for a life of enslavement. But the invaders did not see her and though her influence might occasionally reach their consciences enough to stop an especially heinous act...it was never enough to stop the invasions completely. This was their way of life, what they believed their gods expected of them, and so it would take more than just strengthening their sense of justice to change their minds. But recently, it seemed there had been a new turn in events, one that changed things in the minds of many of Albion's fae.

It had started as just mortal forces- at least as far as anyone had noticed. The land had been no stranger to warfare and as long as the invaders were just more mortals seeking land and riches the land of their origin made little difference to most fae. But then there was something new. Brownies spoke in whispers of sensing a great and foreboding power in the air before their homes were ransacked and burned. Other rumors spread among selkies of a guiding and protecting force helping their ships. The invaders came with magic- not just magic...but beings of immense power and influence...the very gods the invaders worshipped. As the realization spread there were different reactions among the fae. Some thought the presence of pagan forces would revitalize them against the Christian teachings that...could not quite erase the fae from mortal minds but sometimes demonized or sought to overshadow them. Others resented the interference of foreign supernatural forces meddling in their home and it was those who banded together and decided that they would stand with their mortal countryman- seen or unseen- against the burning and pillaging hoards.

Even a handful of fae dwelling on Avalon had approached Ninianne with fears that if these other forces gained a foothold, they may not respect the sacred isle. Surely they might at least lend some aid to the defense of their homeland. Truthfully, it took little convincing for the Lady of the Lake to agree. The idea of entering warfare still made her nervous but...she swore she would be more active in bringing and defending justice in the world after Camelot fell- proving that it was not enough to put a good man on the throne. These men who lived by raids and violence, whose gods so encouraged it that they came along with their soldiers, they would not bring peace or justice. And if they had supernatural help...then it was only fair that so too did those defending their homes.

And that was what brought her here to this battle. The rain was no hinderance to her- in fact it ensured that even inland she had water to draw from. She had not been directly with the elven force that marched together- rather gathering water fae a little farther down shore and seeking their aid to hinder the incoming ships as best they could. But she noticed when something shifted in the air all around them and hurried across the muddy ground to see what was happening. Just in time to witness one of the elves become engulfed in shadow and vanish. And from the darkness the form of a man appeared...thin and wiry in build but with a sense of dangerous power about him and nearly every inch of skin covered in designs of bone and rotting flesh. The fae looked on in horror at their kin's disappearance and trying to size up the creature before them, many drawing or readying their weapons in preparation for a fight to come.

Ninianne moved forward, this being was clearly a dangerous foe but the elven forces might be needed elsewhere too. So perhaps she could distract his attention long enough to let the others pass. If nothing else...learning more of what they were up against would be of use.

Ninianne rushed forward, coming to stand beside the front lines of the elven warriors, murmurs of her name or title passing through the ranks. She held her right hand out a little and a silvery light began to form around her palm. Only to stretch out into the shape of a blade, the light fading slightly, replaced by a sword, the metal gleaming bright despite rainclouds obscuring what light the moon might have offered. "Who are you and why do you aid these invaders?" She demanded, piercing blue eyes fixed upon the stranger.

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 Posted: Mar 28 2017, 04:15 AM
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??? • Wraith • Amorality • New Orleans


WAR UPON THE GREEN ISLE
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He had to admit, the fae were much more of a challenge compared to a mere mortal—their movements were more practiced, their weapons enchanted—even so, Sabellius was not slowed by their attacks—he was merely fueled by them. He didn’t bother dodging their frantic blades which cut in him glancing blows, his black blood spattering the mud. They were tricky to catch but it wasn’t impossible, and with enough time, the wraith could see where they’d be dodging to and intercept them there, his teeth easily crushing into their flesh. The rest were now retreating and some of the wounded that couldn’t escape were left to be finished off with a quick bite to the neck.

Sabellius paused for just a moment as he felt something else come through the ranks. Something or someone that inspired some kind of reverence in the troops, something that was eating into the monopoly of fear and disgust. He turned his gaze towards the aura coming towards him, the back of his hand coming to his chin to wipe off the tiny rivers of red and black dripping down his chin. His eyes narrowed as this respected being came into view—a lady… someone with standing among the troops. The wraith turned to inspect this leader among the fae a bit more intently, his eyes lingering on the sword she summoned her weapon. Normally such a thing would have made Sabellius only hungry—the metal looked very pure and smooth. However, as it was, he wasn’t sure he could eat it—the glowing nature belied something of the divine nature of the blade. Sabellius merely snorted at it, and his blackened eyes flicked up to the Lady as she spoke.

“Who are you to ask and why do you resist?” The wraith questioned back, his eyes unblinking as he approached, slowly, slightly swaying as a snake might. There was still enough uncertainty and fear of him in the air that the nicks along his shoulders and arms were already sealing themselves up, the inked patterns on his skin resuming their true shapes. His movements were slow, deliberate. He stopped a good deal away from the Lady and her army, his eyes flicking across them as if he were merely observing an etching. His gaze returned to the leader and spoke, “Is this all? This kind of army would not last against my kind, much less a god.” He raised a hand to her, extending a palm out, "I am to extend an offer. My masters will be merciful if you surrender and do not interfere. But if you refuse..." An eerie little grin flitted onto Sab's face. He hoped she did refuse.

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 Posted: Apr 8 2017, 05:59 PM
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1600 • Lady of the Lake • Justice • Avalon
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By the time Ninianne reached the heat of the battle the fighting had quickly become quite bloody. She could hear the cries of wounded and fallen fae. There were even some fleeing the carnage, running by Ninianne as she approached. A few noticing her- or perhaps knowing that she brought with her Excalibur, slowed in their retreat or even began to turn back. The respect so many fae tended to show Ninianne was still a little surprising to her, to have gone from the daughter of an unmarried woman with a poor reputation to a Lady was something that would take some getting used to. But in a situation like this she was grateful. The fae would have to stand together if they were to stop the mortals of their land from being slaughtered by a combined mortal and magical force. She just hoped she could prove worthy of the trust and respect they gave to her.

He certainly made for quite an intimidating figure, blood splattered all over and even dripping from his lips. However she did her best to meet him with a steady gaze as she spoke her questions. And was answered with the creature's own questions. Piercing blue eyes followed him as he approached, catching the wounds scattered across his tattooed skin slowly closing up, less and less of the black blood leaking from them as the raindrops washed away what had been spilled already. This would be a formidable opponent indeed. Ninianne considered his question a moment, she could demand he answer her questions before giving her own identity but...she had little reason to withhold her identity. She came here to to protect the people of England, the innocent civilians who were killed, captured and enslaved, and faced all sorts of horrors at the hands of these invaders. She had come to make this a fairer fight, to lend the aid of the magic that called Albion home against the magical forces that had interfered in what should have been a mortal conflict. Most likely Avalon and her title would be little known to him and those he came with but if they were aware of it, her title may at least make clear to them that this would be a hard fought battle. And besides, a reminder that the Keeper of the Kingsword stood with them might help to restore the morale of the fae that had come to fight.

"I am Ninianne Tamesis, Lady of the Lake of Avalon." She replied, Excalibur held at her side though ready to use if the creature made a move to attack as she stood tall and determined, heedless of the rain soaking into her hair and clothes. "And why we resist should be obvious when you come bringing nothing but terror and bloodshed to these shores."

Ninianne's eyes narrowed a little as the creature extended a hand, not in attack but apparently to offer a bargain. One that only deepened her frown and hardened her gaze as bright blues looked up to meet his dark eyes.

"Everyone here has taken this land and its people under their protection." She replied, the words carrying her influence to stir the sense of justice that had first brought all of the fae that had marched upon this battlefield. And if the stranger was truly capable of mercy or had a sense of right and wrong then it would also appeal to that and perhaps turn him away from this course of action. Though judging by the eerie smile that touched his features she knew that was not likely. "We will not stand by while innocents suffer by your and your masters' hands."

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 Posted: Apr 14 2017, 08:02 PM
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??? • Wraith • Amorality • New Orleans


WAR UPON THE GREEN ISLE

Annoying. How annoying that this lofty lady had come to this battle and quieted the distress that he had caused. He supposed that if he were to best her in combat... well, that would cause the the panic and fear to surge again quite nicely, but that sword of hers, that was enough to give the wraith pause. As the dark shade tried to read her emotions, he was also quickly disappointed. She was nervous perhaps, just a sliver, but her heart was full of a quite fierceness for her people. Tricky. Sabellius didn't like tricky. It was bothersome. But it wasn't as if he could sneak back to his masters and leave this battalion alone just because he might loose a limb or two. They would stuff him back in that awful prison and he wouldn't have anything to do at all. More awful than tricky was boring.

His darkened eyes flitted over the Lady and her army as she spoke, his posture not at all like a man's, but more like a beast, hunched, tensed, ready to move or react to any sudden attack, but it seemed that, the faes were much more interested in being 'noble'. He snorted softly to her introduction--lady of a lake. Not lady of a human or a fae but of a lake. Should she not concern herself with the lakes of Avalon rather than the humans of... wherever this was again? He blinked some of the rain out of his eyes and gave a little huff again, "Bloodshed and terror is already soaked into this land. It matters not whether those who bring it are from within or without."

The wraith gave a little smirk and a small toss of his head to Lady Ninianne's further explanations, though there was something in how she said it that made Sabellius feel even more uneasy, his muscles tensing and his fingers twitching. There was something inherently... good about the way she spoke that made it hard for Sabellius to concentrate. The other fae were still a bit fearful, but this figure, their idol, she was the linchpin. Take her down and the rest would follow, that was the way. His lip curled just a bit to her last point, "Innocents?" He hissed a bit, "Innocents are what the weak call themselves when they cannot overcome the powerful." He staggered forward a bit more, then with a blur, he was no more than a stream of shadow, a line that pierced through the heart of another of the Lady's subjects. Another ripple of fear went through the troops, not overcoming but contesting with the feeling of faith they had for their leader. He appeared no more than three feet away from Lady Ninianne, his eyes filled with a wolfish look, "Now do you intend to speak more as a lady while shall I take more of your people or do you intend to show me your strength?"

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NOTES: that feel when your character is a evil thing and you're horrified at the things he does even tho you wrote it.

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 Posted: Apr 19 2017, 05:49 PM
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1600 • Lady of the Lake • Justice • Avalon
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At a glance the stranger might have appeared human, albeit a strange one. But watching him now, the way he seemed to prowl over the rain softened ground eyeing the gathered fae like a predator on the hunt, it left no room for doubt that this was a dark and dangerous creature. The fair folk were typically a proud race, there was good reason that mortals warned against insulting even the most beneficent of them. Their pride was no mere vanity, but founded in an ancient heritage, with power and skill that made most fae formidible indeed, especially those trained in magic and other skills. Yet here was a single creature standing before an army of fae warriors and it was their confidence that hung by a tenuous thread while he stood calm and assured. And what confidence the band of warriors held, Ninianne knew, drew from her influence- the call to stand against the injustices committed against the people of this land- and their faith in the sword she bore.

The Lady of the Lake was meant to be a keeper for the sword, not a wielder. But in the absence of one worthy to be called a true and rightful King and a threat against the innocent she could wield it. Already she could feel it's magic stirring, ready to take on this threat. Ninianne had no intention of asking others to risk themselves any more than she herself would. But she did hope that bloodshed could be avoided or at the very least learn something more of who and what they were up against.

But the wraith offered little clues about himself, instead debating her own words. She could not deny the wars and violence that had occurred here. That had been the very reason that she and Merlin had sought the Once and Future King but while Albion had come closer to peace under Arthur's reign than it had been before there had still been strife. Enough to bring Camelot crashing down. Still, her resolve was not so easily swayed. There was work to be done to preserve justice from within, their was no doubt of that, but that was no reason to ignore when it came from a new source.

His next words were met with an even colder glare from piercing blue eyes. To disregard innocence as weakness, to suggest that somehow strength or power gave one the right to do as they pleased without consequence infuriated Ninianne. But more than angering her it fueled her resolve to see this creature and the masters were expelled from this land.

"Power alone is meaningless," she countered, once again letting the magic of her influence fill the words. "It is how one uses whatever strength they have that defines them, whether they fight for what is right or abuse their power as if might makes it right."

In an instant though, the wraith vanished in a blur of shadow that darted through the air. The shadow pierced through the chest of one of the gathered warriors, right at the heart, and they crumpled instantly. Murmurs of shock and lament spread through the crowd of fae as Ninianne felt her own breath catch in her throat. She did not know the warrior personally, but they had come here to help and defend and been brutally cut down. Ninianne's gaze was drawn away from the body though as the shadow reformed once again, this time just a few feet from her.

She frowned at the creature as she took in his words. So, he would have no attempts at reasoning but instead longed for a fight. Much as Ninianne might prefer diplomacy it was clear this was an enemy that would not be turned by words alone. And she would not allow another life to be taken by one of his demonstrations of that fact. She took a steadying breath as she took a readied position. After seeing what he could do Ninianne honestly was not sure she could defeat this creature, but she had to try. She tried to push aside her fear, adjusting her grip on Excalibur as she worked to focus on her faith in what the blade stood for. The rain may not seem to bother her opponent, but nor did it trouble her. Water was her element.

"Very well," she replied, shifting her focus briefly to a puddle close the the wraith's feet. Suddenly the water sprang up from the puddle as if a wave and rushed toward his ankles. If it caught him unawares the attack had enough force to knock him off his feet and the Lady of the Lake hoped even if he did manage to react it might still distract him for a few moments. So, she wasted none, darting forward and aiming Excalibur to pierce at the tattooed body.

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 Posted: Apr 24 2017, 01:16 AM
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??? • Wraith • Amorality • New Orleans


WAR UPON THE GREEN ISLE

The wraith just seemed to be getting more agitated the longer he had to stay and listen to the Lady try to keep the morale of her troops high. He gave another long huff and gave something of a sour smirk to her words. Power alone was all that there was, even if she tried to definite it as something else. “And you are of the right? Are you alone the arbiter of the good and pure?” He growled at her, ”Is it right for the Nordic people to sit on their hands and let their children starve? Is it right for the Old Gods to be forgotten and shunned?” He gave another ireful huff, ”There is no such thing as right for us any more than there is right and wrong in a hawk eating a rabbit.”

In fact, to be frank, he felt the same about the solider he murdered the very next moment. He was no more than a rabbit. He looked to the Lady with a feral defiance. There was only one way to resolve this in his mind—see who really could overpower the other. He finally felt a slight strain of fear in the Lady—but it was soon pushed aside. He let a light smirk cross his face as she agreed and pressed forward himself with an impressive speed, though the wraith wasn’t aware at all about the water that rose up, and he felt something catch his ankle and his balance went askew, his form falling towards the mud—how interesting that the Lady would resort to such a thing—perhaps this fight would be more interesting if she wasn’t all formalities and wanting to be so noble.

He was fast though—terrifyingly fast and, though the Lady was also much quicker than Sabellius expected, he was able to twist his body just in time; his knees hit the earth with a splash of water, but he bent his back in such a fashion that his teeth could intercept the blade. It hit with a great spark—something almost electric. Sabellius had held and wielded divine weapons before—he was quite fascinated with them, actually, respected them to a certain degree. They always seemed to have something of a consciousness of their own. And this particular consciousness… did not like Sabellius at all.

The wraith pulled his head back, the very nature of the blade had burned the flesh of his mouth, and more blackness spurted from his lips, spattering the mud below and leaving a trail as he retreated. He snarled at the Lady—he would have no trouble eventually evading whatever she had done to trip him, but that blade… it was the key to this fight. If he could… bite her arm off or something like that, the duel would be decided. But would be able to get close enough to do such a thing… it seemed like that would be difficult. But then again, his masters would probably not be so happy with him if they learned that he had attacked a troop and gave away their position and didn’t follow through

Sabellius bristled and charged forward again—perhaps if he could time things just right, he could lose just an arm or something but manage to score a bite on her shoulder.

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 Posted: May 9 2017, 03:55 AM
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1600 • Lady of the Lake • Justice • Avalon
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It seemed that the wraith was one of those who thought that they could excuse violence with survival. While in some cases it was a valid point, a reason why she had trouble condemning all Unseelie fae, and beings like them, automatically and instead tried only stepped in when individuals hunted in excess. But to act as if slaughter was the only way the Viking people could survive, as if trade or more peaceful means of coexisting were impossible, that she would not accept. However before she could make any response he made it clear there would be no negotiation here.

The water did manage to catch him off guard, putting him off balance. But the creature of conquest was of course not going to be defeated by such a simple thing. Once again displaying his impressive speed he twisted about and...clamped his teeth down upon the blade. Almost instantly though he pulled back, inky blood streaming from his lips. Whether the wound was any more lasting than the ones the elven warriors had managed to inflict earlier would remain to be seen. But as the blackened lips drew back into a snarl at Ninianne she could not help wondering if the blade may perhaps have some power against this wraith. It was possible, she knew there to be great magic in the sword and that its purpose lay in defending against the darkness of the world. The nature of this being was one she could not fully tell yet but it was possible that Excalibur's magic might have some advantage here.

In the next moment he charged forward. Seeing the movement, Ninianne quickly raised Excalibur in an attempt to intercept the attack. She tried to move away but did not manage to clear his path completely. As his form collided with her side Ninianne stumbled back with a small gasp as she felt something sharp graze across her upper arm. Still tightly gripping the sword she swung it out towards him, focused more on just keeping her balance she could not quite aim properly but having come so close she thought it should still manage to strike him.

The gathered fae watched anxiously. Ninianne knew they would not leap to join the fight, the wraith had seemed keen to fight with her directly and if she could spare the loss of even a few lives by consenting then she would take the risk. And so they would not interfere unless there was some clear sign of foul play on the wraith's part. If he targeted any more in the crowd or allies came to his side.

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 Posted: May 13 2017, 08:54 PM
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??? • Wraith • Amorality • New Orleans


WAR UPON THE GREEN ISLE

Another gnashing of his teeth and a guttural growl came from Sabellius as he went to attack. Perhaps it was because she was not mortal, but it was decidedly more difficult to parse out emotions from this Lady. Even if there was something he could feel from her, it was… hope. Not something that would help him at all. Perhaps the sword’s effectiveness was giving her the sense that she could win… though he had seen quite a few people wield a sword much better than she did. Perhaps if he was even more aggressive, he could catch her off guard. In fact, as he rushed forth again, he could feel his teeth collide with her flesh for just a brief moment and could taste the salty tang of blood for a mere moment before the taste of his own filled his mouth again.

But such a thing was short lived as he felt the slash of the blade cut across him. Between the angle and the Lady’s strength, the wound was not deep, nor did he think that such a strike would lop off his arm, but it had created a long line of black across his chest that stung—he didn’t know if he could concentrate enough to turn off the pain in that area, or if he even needed to. The wraith merely twisted back a bit, his boots skidding in the mud slightly before he pushed off again, circling the Lady as a wolf might. “You’re weak.” He spat at her, ”You would be nothing without that blade.” Still, as his mind continued to churn, he couldn’t really think of a way to get closer than a glancing blow while she had the sword prepared—even if he came from below, the Lady could strike downward with the sword and deflect him in that manner.

He eventually gave a great huff, like the snort of a displeased horse—he had to find a place where he would have the advantage, somewhere the Lady could not tell his shadow from another. Either that… or if the Lady would not give chase, then he would lick his wounds and return to pick off her army one by one. As of now, the minor wounds that the sword had burned into him felt… hot and uncomfortable. They were healing, but slowly, much slower than Sabellius would like. With another little hiss, in an instant, he was shadow again and the wraith curled his way to a solitary pine that was in the field, scaling its trunk and hiding among its boughs. He returned to his humanoid form and watched what the Lady would do, though as he looked in the opposite direction, he could see two figures in the distance closing in on the battle—were those more servants of his masters? He did not think they would be coming to assist him… An unease settled in the wraith’s gut.

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 Posted: May 26 2017, 01:40 AM
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1600 • Lady of the Lake • Justice • Avalon
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A quick glance at her arm assured Ninianne the wraith's strike was mostly superficial. Deep enough to have left the fabric of her sleeve torn and now bearing a few red streaks that seeped in to the fabric along with the rainwater. Something she would likely want to be sure to clean and tend to later but nothing that would stop her from contending with the shadow creature.

Her gaze quickly returned to her opponent, noting the new line of black across his chest. It seemed they had both managed to land a hit, albeit neither a truly hindering one. Showing little concern for the wound he began prowling around her, Ninianne held Excalibur at the ready as she watched trying to guess his next move. Her expression remained steady in spite of his taunts. The Lady of the Lake knew that Excalibur was indeed her only chance of defeating the wraith- the water was a weapon for her but it would be no more effective than the weapons of the fae he had fought with before. Another reason she was glad to have consented to fight him herself, so long as she bore the Sword of Justice it seemed she had the best chance of deterring him. And hopefully in effect his masters who thought they could set these creature of slaughter to cut down their opposition.

"Be that as it may I will fight, with or without it, to protect the people of this land," she replied steadily, once again letting her influence fill the words. He had already made clear that he believed might and advantage in battle was all the justification that was needed and she knew the chances of his changing his mind were slim. But she had to try. And if nothing else, it would hopefully sustain the moral of the gathered fae warriors. "For the just, the truly strong, will always use their strengths to protect others." She intended to use whatever advantage she could, in this case Excalibur, but she did not fight because she believed herself the more capable. No, the blade only belonged in the hands of those who would use it not for glory but fighting for what they believed was right. Fighting to protect the innocent.

But he was full of surprises of his own. Instead of attacking the wraith gave an irritated huff, hissing once more before he vanished into shadow. Ninianne tried to watch as the shadow curled and darted off towards a nearby pine tree. The Lady of the Lake's piercing blue eyes could see into the very quality of leaders and would be leaders alike, identifying their virtues and vices. But her gaze could not discern the moving shadow of the wraith from the inky darkness that pooled beneath the tree. Even on a sunny day it would have afforded the shadowy being an effective shelter but beneath this overcast sky there was no chance at all of spotting him in such a form. However, Ninianne still felt the foreboding presence that hung in the rain dampened air. Not precise enough to tell her his exact location, but strong enough to prove that he was still here somewhere. Surrendered and hiding or simply lurking in wait for a better opportunity to strike she could not tell however.

She took a few slow steps towards the tree, eyes studying the branches as she tried to guess the wraiths plan. The other fae murmured quietly, likely trying to make the same guess as she was, shifting their grips on their own weapons.

"My lady," one elf spoke up addressing Ninianne before she could decide on the next course of action. He gestured off in the distance, following his gaze Ninianne saw more figures approaching. She frowned as she tried to make out the new arrivals.

"Stay on your guard," Ninianne suggested, glad to see as the gathered warriors seemed wordlessly split their attentions between the tree and the newcomers while others stayed alert to any other directions more might come from. Her hand remained firmly grasping Excalibur's hilt, not quite ready to recall the sword even if the fighting had seemed to pause for the time being. But she did not take an aggressive stance just yet either, instead watching the new arrivals approach to see who they were and what would happen now.

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 Posted: Jun 4 2017, 03:35 AM
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??? • Wraith • Amorality • New Orleans


WAR UPON THE GREEN ISLE

Sabellius curled up in the boughs of the tree and squinted his eyes out on the plains before him, the rain now feeling like a sting to his momentary defeat. The Lady seemed to be mostly fine, despite his onslaught—the sword had kept her safe. He gave a snort of disgust—he could feel that some of her troops were already so sure that the evil shadow beast had been vanquished, that their lady had protected them. The smarter among them knew that he could try picking them off one by one, or that the battle with his masters was yet to be had. The words that she had said that she would protect the people of the land still stuck with him. He had to admit… there was no shame in protecting one’s own and using any means necessary to do so. He just thought that the overarching concept of those who were truly strong protecting the ‘innocent’ was naïve. Who exactly were these ‘innocent’ people supposed to be, anyway?

He felt that his wounds were a bit more healed—they weren’t as quick to heal as from a normal weapon, but he could use up some of his well on ensuring that he would be well enough to go and fight again. Perhaps his return would inspire some terror in the Lady’s army again. Of course, those plans were put aside as he saw the other two figures making their way through to where the Lady’s army was… or… well… no, they were coming directly to him? He looked down at the Nordic warriors and tried to remember who they were exactly… his Master’s sons? Or attendants…? Hmm… Sab’s memory was never really that good at remembering things like that. Of course, it didn’t really matter, since when he saw one of them draw a bow out, the wraith barely had time to recognize it at pointed at him before the arrow was loosed.

He felt his whole body be forced out of the pine, and just a second later, the impact of the ground below, and then the feeling of being dragged and an arrow being yanked from his body. There was… quite a bit of pain, but he supposed if it got to be too much, he could merely try to turn off his nervous system. That didn’t always work though… Still, once he was released, he looked about and was fairly certain he was back where he started—among the lady and her army. He was in too much pain to stand, but he could hear the warriors speak. His eyes twisted about until they landed on the one with the spear, ”It is quite unfortunate to make your acquaintance like this, Lady of Avalon. We have come to this shore to watch over our people as they have beseeched us to, but we are not here to wage war against you or your kind, nor the mortals here. Our… repugnant servant here has his uses, but he can be an unruly beast. I would offer you his life, but… his kind is not so easily killed.”

The wraith blinked—had he misunderstood his orders? Or was the spearman merely lying so that the deities could part ways unscathed and with less ire between them and the fae courts? He hardly had time to think on that either before he was rolled over by the yeoman. The spear solider nodded to him, ”Instead, I propose that he do as you see fit, while we return to camp and see what we can do to repair the damage he has done.” Sab gave a slight huff and looked up at the Lady of Avalon with a blank stare and crawled up to his haunches. Perhaps this was their idea of punishment—he couldn’t imagine anything worse that being given orders by an idealist like this Lady.

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NOTES: Wraith is unhappy with this and that's okay.

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☽ NINIANNE TAMESIS
 Posted: Jun 19 2017, 02:54 AM
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It was an odd sort of stalemate. Ninianne had no desire to go pursuing a fight if her opponent did intend to simply retreat in surrender. But neither did she much like the idea of simply moving on and leaving an opening for him to attack again if he was merely trying a new tactic. A stalemate made even more uncertain as the new figures approached. However, though armed they did not appear to be focused on Ninianne or even the other fae warriors. No, their attention seemed to be upon the tree where the wraith now hid amongst the shadows.

On instinct Ninianne tightened her grip on Excalibur's hilt as she saw one of the Norsemen- no, these were something other than men mortal or otherwise, these were beings of power at least as ancient as fae if not more. But as one raised his bow it was not toward Ninianne or any of the defending forces. In a flash he loosed the arrow up into the tree and the wraith plummeted to the ground. The wounded creature was unceremoniously dragged to the gathered group, the arrow pulled from his body. Ninianne's attention was pulled from him as a spearman spoke up addressing her. He spoke cordially, of regret about the circumstances but Ninianne hesitated to take his claims at face value. It seemed the invaders worshipped these beings and had prayed for their protection as they sailed to battle. That much she could believe and honestly could not really fault those beings for watching over their own, even if she disliked the Norsemen bringing their aggression. But while he suggested that they only intended to bring their blessings to their people the mere presence of the wraith suggested otherwise. Why bring with them a creature of slaughter if they intended to leave the actual fighting to the mortals? Still, if this was a chance to at least diminish the bloodshed she would at least hear the deity out.

Even if it was difficult to hide her distaste as he continued to speak and a fuller understanding of the wraith's position dawned upon her. She knew well the meaning behind the way the spearman spoke so casually of ending the "servant's" life- if it were an easier task. And then the offer that he do as she see fit, a more or less open invitation to command him for a time. The wraith was a slave to these gods, he was bound to obey them by some power or threat and they treated him as nothing more than a piece of property. To be brandished about when needed and cast aside or abused for causing any inconvenience. The position did not erase the callousness he had shown in cutting down the warriors here but...slavery had been a source of ire for Ninianne ever since she became immortal and witnessed it in action. The trouble was...it was far too deeply ingrained in society that her influence could do little more than encourage the handful who already had doubts about it. But for the most part, mortals generally felt that slaves were simply the due, the spoils or war and conquest or whatever other reason they came up with. And so whether she liked the wraith or not she still felt sympathy for him as she better understanding the situation.

The Lady of the Lake's expression remained calm, piercing blue eyes taking measure of the beings before her. She was not sure she could take them at their word but if this arrangement would bring peace between the supernatural forces at least...could she afford to decline it. They could do little to end the mortal warfare and immortals would always be involved to some degree. The invaders did not recognize things like hollow hills or faerie rings and did not hold them sacred as the fae did and mortals living here did. The fae that protected those grounds were seldom forgiving of trespassers and particularly harsh of those who damaged or tainted such places. The same went for fae that had chosen a household or family to watch over, brownies and banshees who declared themselves helpers and protectors of the mortals who gave them offerings. Not to mention that while fae who called Avalon home might follow Ninianne's lead, those tied to the Courts had their own leaders. The mortal invaders would feel the wrath of such fae regardless of the rest of the supernatural involvement. But the way things were unfolding now they were essentially poised for a dual war with direct fighting and battlefields between both mortal and immortal armies.

"Very well," she said after a moment of consideration. Ninianne did not much like the idea of trading off the wraith's services in such a way but the alternatives weren't much better. Refusing might somehow offend the deities or they might just command him to attack elsewhere. Acceptance seemed the best way to achieve some level of truce between the magical forces at least and perhaps gain some understanding. "I am grateful for any repairs that can be made. And hope that any future meeting may be under better circumstances."

She waited as the deities took their leave and seeing that the fighting had come to an end the fae warriors began to disperse as well. Though not without a few wary glances as they went. Ninianne suspected they would not be venturing far until the strangers' intentions were made more clear but for now only she and the wraith remained beneath the large tree. She turned her full attention to him once more. Sitting on his haunches and looking none too pleased with the turn of events but it looked as though his injuries were at least not life threatening. No doubt in some part thanks to the healing factor that had been displayed during their fight.

"If we are to be spending some time together, I should like to know what to call you." She said. Thus far he had offered no name and she would prefer to refer to him by something of his choosing if they were to interact.

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