Post by ElvenNimruin on Mar 30, 2004 0:22:33 GMT -5
~His graceful feet gently glided across the branches of the forest of Ulster as he went out in full sprint. He glided down one tree and ended up gracefully jumping up another. His staff laid in his left hand as he exercised all of his muscles to get to where he was going. The shrill laughter that came from behind seemed to get closer to him with every step he took. He could feel the presence of Lloth behind him, cursing him silently under her breathe. He seemed to slip by her grip everytime she came close, and from that, he could feel her anger. His mind raced of the dream he just had. This was larger than anything he had every experienced, and he had noone. His feet though, did not give way. He sprinted across the forest without stopping in what seems hours, but were really several minutes. As he neared the very edge of the forest he found himself looking beyond a vast cliff. The moon shined on him as he noticed that Lloth no longered followed him into this light. In the forest he could feel her anger and her agony. She was screaming and destroying everything her mind could touch. She was always known for getting her way, but Eilistraee made sure that she could never have Him. He looked up into the moon and grabbed his own amulet from his chest. As he lifted it he also leaned his staff against his shoulder and took out his flute. The black flute made a sweet sound, considering its appearance was more or less foreboding.
Letting go of his amulet he put the magnificent flute to his lips and started to play his sweet lonely song. As he played the horror that Lloth was screaming in his mind was being pulled away and being replaced by his music. As he played the flute more intensely, his body started to move, as if he was dancing. Not noticing it he began to play a low sad song. As he closed his eyes his mind prayed to Eilistraee over and over. As he ended his song and the last of his dance steps fell down to the ground, Eilistraee answered.....
A Blinding white light rose from the wind. It was so bright that ever Nimruin moved back from it. As the light faded slowly, an image formed in the middle. It was a woman who stood there. Her hair was long and silver and her eyes were a piercing silver color. She wore a Silver trimmed long dress that flowed with the wind. As she floated in the air with effortless strain she raised her hand and looked upon her child. "Dear Nimruin, Master of magic, Archwizard Of Ulster, and Champion of me. Your mind is clouded with darkness, but i shall relieve you, for i love you as my own sons, and none have shared the pain in which you took to become one of my children. That pain is the only thing that keeps back My sister Lloth. She cannot have you and it kills her, but you are mine. Denounce her Nimruin and be forever under my eyes." Her voice carried so many chorus tones as the winds shifted with the turn of her eyes.
Her body was perfected and it was absolutely a sudden moment before he was able to response. "My Goddess Eilistraee, you have been away for so many ages, and i have grown restless. Bitterness krept into my heart and now i am to be consumed by Lloth. The power in which i gained by defeating Raistlin is working against me now. I cannot do this alone. Lloth is going to find me and make me her child of dark for all my life. Please Eilistraee, Help me. She will take me!" he pleaded to his goddess in an anguish tone that seemed to talk to lies. Eilistraee looked at him for a minute before she came closer. She pressed her hands on his face and gently stroke her hair. "My child, she cannot have what is not hers. You are my Champion, Champion of Eilistaee, not Lord of Lloth. She cannot have you, for you have nothing to give her." Than her eyes turned hard. "As for Raistlin, that is your agenda, Nimruin, that is the price you pay for power. That is why i am displeased with you. Never do that again Nimruin. I forBid it!"
Her voice was as solid as stone as she commanded him. His face was in anguish as he lowered his head. "I am sorry my goddess, I will not seek power again. I do not wish to displease you again." his voice was broken, but all he heard was the joyous laugh of Eilistraee. "You know Nimruin, you are a joy to me. You have a way with words that softens even a goddess' heart." She smiled and gently kissed him upon his forehead. "This charm shall be with thee for the rest of thy life. never again shall Lloth seek dominion over you, and without the help of Lloth, never again shall Raistlin seek to overthrow you. Now take care for you still have much to do. A messager awaits you in the front of the woods. Take care my champion." The light faded away and he was left in darkness again. The screams of Lloth dissapated as the gently breezes carried her voice away from his ears forever. There was something amist. The goddess cannot lie to him but can hid certain truths. Something was happening that no one has control over. As he left the cliff, he walked peacefully towards the kingdom of Ulster's palace. He turned around and smiled finally he was balanced.....but for how long.
As he turned around he sense a painful anguish. He darted towards the castle with unmatching speed. He sensed something dread, something not a messager could tell him because he could feel it. The queen needed him now........
As he probed the kingdom silently and gently he caught her racing mind and saw fully what she had seen. It was all there, he did beg her pardon, but this was no time for formalities yet. He had to speak to her of her sight. If she truly believed it to be the end of Ulster. As he ran he felt the presence of his goddess with him, for once in his life, he was loved......
Letting go of his amulet he put the magnificent flute to his lips and started to play his sweet lonely song. As he played the horror that Lloth was screaming in his mind was being pulled away and being replaced by his music. As he played the flute more intensely, his body started to move, as if he was dancing. Not noticing it he began to play a low sad song. As he closed his eyes his mind prayed to Eilistraee over and over. As he ended his song and the last of his dance steps fell down to the ground, Eilistraee answered.....
A Blinding white light rose from the wind. It was so bright that ever Nimruin moved back from it. As the light faded slowly, an image formed in the middle. It was a woman who stood there. Her hair was long and silver and her eyes were a piercing silver color. She wore a Silver trimmed long dress that flowed with the wind. As she floated in the air with effortless strain she raised her hand and looked upon her child. "Dear Nimruin, Master of magic, Archwizard Of Ulster, and Champion of me. Your mind is clouded with darkness, but i shall relieve you, for i love you as my own sons, and none have shared the pain in which you took to become one of my children. That pain is the only thing that keeps back My sister Lloth. She cannot have you and it kills her, but you are mine. Denounce her Nimruin and be forever under my eyes." Her voice carried so many chorus tones as the winds shifted with the turn of her eyes.
Her body was perfected and it was absolutely a sudden moment before he was able to response. "My Goddess Eilistraee, you have been away for so many ages, and i have grown restless. Bitterness krept into my heart and now i am to be consumed by Lloth. The power in which i gained by defeating Raistlin is working against me now. I cannot do this alone. Lloth is going to find me and make me her child of dark for all my life. Please Eilistraee, Help me. She will take me!" he pleaded to his goddess in an anguish tone that seemed to talk to lies. Eilistraee looked at him for a minute before she came closer. She pressed her hands on his face and gently stroke her hair. "My child, she cannot have what is not hers. You are my Champion, Champion of Eilistaee, not Lord of Lloth. She cannot have you, for you have nothing to give her." Than her eyes turned hard. "As for Raistlin, that is your agenda, Nimruin, that is the price you pay for power. That is why i am displeased with you. Never do that again Nimruin. I forBid it!"
Her voice was as solid as stone as she commanded him. His face was in anguish as he lowered his head. "I am sorry my goddess, I will not seek power again. I do not wish to displease you again." his voice was broken, but all he heard was the joyous laugh of Eilistraee. "You know Nimruin, you are a joy to me. You have a way with words that softens even a goddess' heart." She smiled and gently kissed him upon his forehead. "This charm shall be with thee for the rest of thy life. never again shall Lloth seek dominion over you, and without the help of Lloth, never again shall Raistlin seek to overthrow you. Now take care for you still have much to do. A messager awaits you in the front of the woods. Take care my champion." The light faded away and he was left in darkness again. The screams of Lloth dissapated as the gently breezes carried her voice away from his ears forever. There was something amist. The goddess cannot lie to him but can hid certain truths. Something was happening that no one has control over. As he left the cliff, he walked peacefully towards the kingdom of Ulster's palace. He turned around and smiled finally he was balanced.....but for how long.
As he turned around he sense a painful anguish. He darted towards the castle with unmatching speed. He sensed something dread, something not a messager could tell him because he could feel it. The queen needed him now........
As he probed the kingdom silently and gently he caught her racing mind and saw fully what she had seen. It was all there, he did beg her pardon, but this was no time for formalities yet. He had to speak to her of her sight. If she truly believed it to be the end of Ulster. As he ran he felt the presence of his goddess with him, for once in his life, he was loved......