The World of Gaia

[Tevin Illithane]

I'll be saving it, don't worry.

[Crauven]

Could you by chance, depending on your method of saveage, manage to save my shadowrun thread? If its a lot of work, then I'll just copy the stuff I need out. Thanks in advance.

[Jadice]

Nightshade:

Nightshade sighed. *There he goes again. Going off leaving me to just sit and wait for him, while I wonder what in Zeus' name I am to do. Honestly, I'm never going to be able to help this village if I'm just sitting around.* She thought, as she plopped unceremoniously on a chair next to the table with the army map.

As she sat in the chair, she fingered the medallion that still sat around her neck while she glanced at the map in front of her. She was still pondering the name these people had given the Bolt. Calyl Torak. Even after knowing a little bit of the language these people spoke, the name didn't seem to have any particular meaning. If it did, it could reveal why these people were looking for it. She suddenly had a thought and withdrew the medallion from her bodice to read the inscription.

'The Mighty Bolt of Zeus gives godlike power to the one who wields it
It is found from within
It shall be revealed in the Vale of Mistia
In the year of the Elf'

Nightshade stared at the map, looking to see if the Vale of Mistia was even on it. Nothing. There were no markings, no letters or symbols indicating anything.

*So why are they even going near the Centaur Village?* It seemed that whoever it was that sent the army to go look for the Bolt only knew the general area that the Bolt would appear and figured that they could find something. She wondered where they got the information to look there in the first place. Suddenly, an object caught her eye. A piece of folded paper. As she moved to pick it up, she heard a rustle at the entrance of the tent.

Celeste:

After listening to Sar'tol's plan of action, Celeste nodded.

"I will go with you to seal the druidess back into her tomb." She said, and then dropped down from the tree. She looked around, noting that the distant cannon fire was still going on.

"We'll have to be careful when we head to the camp. They're fighting."She added matter-of-factly. She waited for Sar'tol to join her on the ground to lead the way to the tomb.

[Crauven]

A short rustle marked the departure of Sar'tol to the forest floor. He looked over at Celeste and nodded at her. He found some twine, and wrapped the wolf to his back, then beckoned to Celeste while he started into a sprint.

"We must make haste."

Sar'tol's body morphed into a wolf again, and he continued sprinting. After an hour or so of travelling, he recognized the woods that he had left earlier with the previously tame Alarandra. He traversed the foresty floor until he came to the tomb at which this horror had been unleashed. He slowed to a trot, and unmorphed. He glanced back at Celeste with an approving smile.

"This is now over."

Sar'tol unstrapped the body of the wolf, the white net of light still projected arcanely around it, and laid it on the top of the tomb. Sar'tol kneeled down next to the masoleum, and leaned his head against it. No sound came from his mouth... all you could see is a movement of his lips. A blinding light of bright green erupts from the body of the wolf, and tickles the treetops with a beautiful sheen. After the blindling light dies down, nothing remains on top of the tomb. Strands of deep blue light lash out from Sar'tol's body to entwine the tomb, and then Sar'tol stands up.

"Now it is time. We must hurry to Nightshade."

Sar'tol walks over to Celeste, and places his hand on her back, then close his eyes, turns around, and they disappear. Fifty miles out of the forest they reappear.

"That is as far as I can teleport us, and I do not have enough energy to get farther in wolf form, so I must walk until I have regained some of my manna. You must make haste to Nightshade, and I will meet up with you there. Go well, and quickly."