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Well, kidlet had a good day at school, and I can stand on my foot for short periods of time before the pain gets to be too much (I tripped over a stool and sliced open the bottom of my foot yesterday), and the cold seems to be over with...so I think it's actually a not altogether bad day. :) Ouch!
I got just the thing
"I don't fear you. I'm like a storm, too. But storms don't have to destroy. And I bet if you gave people a chance you'd find out why it can be so nice to have them around." Tempest turns and smashes the waterspout with her tail, sending a wave out of the pool towards Arielle. She disappears under the water.
"I don't fear you. I'm like a storm, too. But storms don't have to destroy. And I bet if you gave people a chance you'd find out why it can be so nice to have them around." "If people were around me it'd be dangerous. One of them would be bound to make me angry." "I don't understand. Something about balance." "They are to bring me things and make me happy. That is their reason for being. Mine is to sweep the oceans clean of them if they don't follow the balance."
"See? That's what I'm talking about. People who destroy end up all alone. Nobody wants to be around them because they don't care about other people. I don't want to be like that. I'd rather be loved, not feared." "I don't understand." "I don't care if beings fear me. They just do." "I am like a storm."
"More will be hatched, born, to take their place. Why bother?""I tried that. People got hurt. I don't want to hurt people.""Why control them? Revel in their power.""I'm good at storms. But not always so good at controlling them." "I am alone in this world." "Everything fears my power."
"I tried that. People got hurt. I don't want to hurt people.""Why control them? Revel in their power.""I'm good at storms. But not always so good at controlling them." "More will be hatched, born, to take their place. Why bother?"
"I'm good at storms. But not always so good at controlling them." "Why control them? Revel in their power."
The small creature transforms, becoming half girl/half sea serpent. She sniffs. "You smell of a storm at sea."
"Careful, Little Cloud. She is a creature of the Sea, and just as unpredictable. Her name is Tempest." "Can you breathe water?", without waiting for an answer the small creature blows a stream of water at Arielle's face.
Heeey, ladies......
The babe wriggles free of E7's hands and plunges underwater. Her form changes into a small golden serpent. She swims happily in the water.
word reaches them of the clerics' findings, and fears.
Nimora frowns and bites her lip, desperately searching for something more she can do. She reaches into a pocket and pulls out the pearl that Telestial had dropped in the Sanctum. He had used one of these to fight against the Priestess of Discord. Maybe it could help Tempest now. She reached down and touched the pearl against the fallen knight, the glow of her shield increasing to near blinding as she did so.The energies are rebuffed by the transformation/corruption of the fallen knight. The pearl explodes in Nimora's hand, scorching her badly and sending Tempest's body into convulsions. The knights carrying the litter are thrown off. Some to the ground, some spinning in the water.Tempest's eyes flash open, light blazing from them, then she falls still.
The Brightwater nomad is restored. It is uncertain if he is alive.
Seeing Tempest fall, Nimora swims forward at lightning speed. Her shield glows with power as she reaches out to help her fallen friend, providing healing energies from the shield.The swirl of pink blood and silt from the sea floor obscures the battle. Suddenly the enormous form of the Free Companion's leader collapses to the ground. Tempest is left standing sorely wounded over the large body. The energies are rebuffed by the transformation/corruption of the fallen knight.
The swirl of pink blood and silt from the sea floor obscures the battle. Suddenly the enormous form of the Free Companion's leader collapses to the ground. Tempest is left standing sorely wounded over the large body. Tempest slumps over the fallen nomad leader. Ripping free the demon mask, she places her open palm upon his face. Her form changes, turning grotesque, as she removes the taint of chaos from his body, his, mind, his soul. She faints, falling closer to death each moment.
Unsure of the chaos taint inflicted upon the nomad leader, Tempest mixes up her attacks. High, low, front, back. Not settling into a routine and not underestimating her opponent. She holds off on calling her magic but keeps anti-chaos spells at the top of her mind.The large foe is quick, and he presses Tempest sorely. The tines of his trident stab at her repeatedly Tempest matches her foe's speed, and increases her own. Both combatants give and receive wounds, spinning in an ever-quickening dance of death. The sand of the sea's floor gets stirred up by the ballet, limiting the view of the onlookers. The waters themselves begin to circle the two. The water begins to show tinges of pink, from the blood they shed.
Unsure of the chaos taint inflicted upon the nomad leader, Tempest mixes up her attacks. High, low, front, back. Not settling into a routine and not underestimating her opponent. She holds off on calling her magic but keeps anti-chaos spells at the top of her mind.
Tempest moves in to attack the Veiled One, her trident probing his defenses but not striking deep if an opening appears. She puts strength behind the slashes of her coral dagger, hoping to hamstring the big opponent or at least reduce his mobility. She says no more as she begins her dance, watching for signs of madness behind the demon mask. She circles as she fights, moving a bit faster with each orbit. Jab, feint, duck, slash, in an increasingly rapid succession. Her hair flies out from her unprotected head in a flowing crown like kelp caught in a waterspout. Crossing tines at one point she shows a hidden strength and redirects her dagger slash at her opponent's forearms and the gap between his armor and gauntlet. The brute scores several hits, knocking the smaller fighter back a step each time. Each time she quickly returns.
Tempest dismounts, hangs her pennant on the saddle of her mount, restores her trident to normal, and draws a curved dagger of coral. As she takes up position the Knights of the Blue Eel form a half-circle around the combatants. Her aura remains hidden, and her size remains small.
"If you were true of heart Chaos would not have been able to touch your body. If you were honorable it would not have been able to stain your mind. You seek revenge, not vengeance, and would chain the Free Companions to the Sea Bed where they would no longer be able to roam free. As they have done since Time began. Those are your crimes. Those are your sins. I would set you free from your pain." "In death, the Sea will take you to her bosom and restore you." She kneels and closes her eyes, praying to her mistress, the Sea, her weapons laying on the sand before her. She stands and gathers her weapons in one smooth action, almost flowing like the water around her. Both trident and dagger spin easily in her hands, as she approaches the brute.
The procession continues until it reaches the enemy's headquarters, ignoring any attempts to distract it. Tempest's voice carries easily above the assemble host. "I am Tempest, Champion of the High Lady Nimora Olbereth, Sister of the Trident. I would cross tridents with your leader, to prove false the claim he has made upon the peoples of Sandreef." "Free people of the Seas! Blurghoot of the Brightwater Clan has made claim to Lady Nimora's hand. Against her wishes she agreed to a wedding. We have heard that this one is dead, albeit under troubling circumstances. If so, so dies the claim! This is a false pretense to wage this attack on a peaceful people. The Free Companions have not been dishonored. This war is without basis! Why lay claim to land when you roam free across all the Seas?!" "I will meet your Champion in combat if that is your desire, but if you fight for Chaos know that the Lady of the Sea blesses those of noble heart and extracts a large price from those that cannot live in Balance."
Tempest smiles She nudges her mount towards the enemy forces. Slowly, proudly they head straight to the center of the Free Companions. Her pennant floats freely above her, announcing her progress. Falling in behind her, 4 knights on each side, the Blue Eels take up their positions. Each flies his family/personal crest in a display of honor. If any Knights are amongst the Free Companion forces they will recognize the procession as a formal response to the challenge, but the champion is simply a smallish female knight. Hardly imposing. Save for the few souls that recognize the ancient banner, and realize that a storm rides into their midst.
Without changing the determination on her face, Tempest's form and that of her mount, takes on a less-threatening appearance. The seas calm around her, but those attuned to her sense no lessening in the power that has been summoned. It is only a matter of who accepts the challenge, Nimora or her Champion.
Amidst the underwater storm that roils around her, Tempest awaits the order to accept the challenge with a look of deadly calm. Her eyes have begun glowing with white light. Even the banner of the Sea Furies waves calmy, untouched by the chaos. Her sea serpent mount begins to take on a metallic sheen. Smooth lines become sharp. "Say the word my lady and I shall see if we face beast or man. And IT shall feel what it is to be a concubine before it dies."
The waters around Tempest roil as if a fireball had exploded. "FREE Companions!? Weak-minded fools shackled to a madman?! So ugly that he has to rely on CONCUBINES?! When will these FOOLS learn that women are not PRIZES to be won!? The fool thinks that all CHAMPIONS are male. How archaic, and foolish! Thinking with his loins. This creature has no HONOR to name such a term!" Electricity flows up and down Tempest's trident. Her form seems to take on an elemental's fluidity. From out of nowhere her sea serpent steed appears, and she mounts. She pulls forth an ancient banner from her saddlebags ands ties it to the center tine of her trident. The tine expands to the length of a lance. Upon a red field a creature part dragon/part mermaid swims proudly, holding a trident in one hand and a pearl of blazing light in the other. The creature's eyes seem alive, glowing with a light bright enough to match the orb. The troops from Pearl observe the transformation and move away. Even the Knights of the Blue Eels are taken aback.
The spell fades and she murmurs to Tempest, "Well, hopefully that was provoking enough." "Well it will certainly bind his fins a bit. And embarrass him in front of the nomads. Though I had hoped to be the one to provoke him to a challenge." "Meh, there's still time for that."
"They used to. I'm not sure any more. They've been acting so strange. It's worth a try." "Maybe the son of a Sahuagin Malenti can be provoked. The bigger they are the faster their body floats to the surface."
"Do the nomads accept personal challenges? I'd like to get a shot at this 'veiled one'."
"I'm not sure whether to be relieved or worried now. Pearl can ill afford to be without those troops. On the other hand, we really need the help. Any advice? So far all none of our tactics have made so much as a dent. How can we change that? Where are they vulnerable?" she said, half to herself, studying the advancing enemy. "How long do you think this new leader can keep the nomads acting in concert? They're not usually so compliant."
Without rebuke, Tempest follows Nimora into every skirmish, refusing to leave her charge undefended. Several times she takes blows from the cowardly nomads that might have struck the High Lady. In one battle they found themselves pressed hard, and Tempest released the power that became her namesake. The whirling of her trident became a blur as she spun in every direction, seemingly at the same time. The mini-whirlpool pulled her enemies in close where she awaited them with the sharp points of her weapon. After these attacks she was winded and bleeding from several small gashes but no enemies were left to take advantage of her vulnerability. So far.
"Er, no, but I - that is, I, umm..." Nimora fumbled. "I think we're going to need to talk about this later," she said, hopelessly torn between wanting to discuss the matter and being terribly embarrassed by the public spectacle she was currently stuck in."You don't expect that you can do everything yourself, do you?" "Sure. You can talk about this all you want." Her grin tells you the discussion might be held with yourself
"You don't expect that you can do everything yourself, do you?"
"I am Tempest, Sister of the Trident, and your daughter's champion."
"General Olbereth...looking at Nimora...any specific orders you wish me to convey to the captain?"Nimora looks a bit taken aback at the rank she is being given. "Er, pay special attention to that drop-off near the Kelp Forest. It's a bloody good hiding place, and if the nomads send scouts, that's where they'll hide. Other than that, I can't think of anything at the moment." Tempest smiles. That was easier than she expected. She salutes and swims back to the troops. That drop-off might be a good place to 'station' a squad of archers.
Tempest swims up. "General Olbereth... looking at Nimora... any specific orders you wish me to convey to the captain?"
Tempest snorts "It seems that, aside from you, your family has failed to impress the king."
Tempest smirks at the greeting. "Always so polite, Vel."
"Yes, I think that would be a good idea." Nimora swims over to the banner of the Knight-Captain. Tempest follows again.
Tempest follows.
"Greetings, Guildmistress Orlbereth."
"Running to. If the nomads attack Sandreef, it will be decimated. There are no defenses. I have to at least try to defend my people. And, since you insist," she says with a smile, "I would be glad of your company. And any advice you might be able to provide." "Other than kill all of your enemies before they kill you? Strategy is not my strong suit Lady Olbereth." She whistles and a small sea serpant with a saddle swims over to them. Various weapons adorn the sides of the beast, yet she coos at it like it was a puppy. She mounts. "Do you not have a mount?"
Waiting at the omniportal is a familiar face. "Running to, or from, my lady?" "It seems as if your mother was willing to sell you to the Black to get what she wanted. With or without your permission, I'd like to see what type of place this Sandreef is." She dials the omniportal to Sandreef and waits on Nimora.
"Is there no General, or a Knight to take charge?"
Nimora chuckles a little at that in spite of her bleak mood. "I agree. It's just that so few fights are straightforward. Especially with so many lives to consider." "It is good that you are concerned for your people, but you cannot control everything. Sandreef has allies. They do not stand alone."
"My mother and I haven't been able to have an honest conversation since I was very small. Those probably weren't honest either. I was just too young to know any better. It's always politics. But I just don't understand this. It was bad politics and that's not like her." "Bah, politics. But I guess they keep us from killing each other all the time. Though a straightforward fight is SO much simpler."
Nimora sighed. "I just hope that this doesn't lead to war between the nomads and Sandreef. The city has no defenses. It would be a massacre. I just don't understand how this happened. My mother is usually so skilled at diplomacy. I knew she would make me pay for it dearly, but I was sure she could find a way to break things off without making a scene. I couldn't possibly marry Blurghoot. That would start a war. Probably before the ceremony was over. I don't understand what she was thinking trying to force me into the match in the first place." "Many are consumed with their own power. Or maybe desperation. Only she would be able to tell you if this was personal, or ambition."
"If you like I could kill them for you." "Just joking." "Maybe a couple of broken bones? I do so hate blowhards. Especially when not done by whales."
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