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Post by Ichabod Afof on Nov 29, 2016 10:23:05 GMT -7
2nd of The Winter Storm At Dawn in a Grove of Green Willows
Today was the day.
The voice knew it. Ichabod knew it. The girl even knew it. She had awoken with a start, groaning in pain, clutching at her full belly. "J-Johnathan--" She had cried out, stretching her arm out to the door where she wanted him to appear. Johnathan - or Ichabod, as he was truly known - hadn't been sleeping. He allowed for her to writhe with pain, to cry out, to vocalize her extreme pain and discomfort, for still a time before getting up, and 'tiredly' moving to the door. "Yes, madam?" He had yawned, stopping in 'shock' at the pool of water in the bed with the young mother.
"It's coming."
Ichabod had hurriedly brewed a tea for her, offering her a large mug as he ushered her into the carriage he had 'liberated' from some unfortunate teamster on the road into town. He urged the horses to hurry -- the young mother believed it was for her sake, but Ichabod knew the truth. When they arrived at the grove of green willows - a common colour for common souls, who had not done great things in their lives, but who had lived and lived well - it was just before dawn. By the time he had gotten her into the grove, and beneath one of the trees, she was screaming out in pain.
Her name was Mallory, and she believed she was here to keep the tradition of bearing a child before her mother. The woman had died many years ago, and her willow was all that remained. A mere sapling compared to some of the more magnificent specimens, but beautiful nonetheless. Her child's name was to be Geoffrey, if it were a boy, or Jessabelle, if it were a girl - and it lacked a father. Still, Mallory was certain it would survive. After all, she had a doula. The handsome Jonathan who had spent months by her side, helping her every step of the way, comforting her when she was pained - and never once did he attempt to romance her, take advantage, the way other man did - the way the child's father had.
If he was as good a man as she believed, certainly she would be safe. But Ichabod was not Jonathan. Ichabod was Ichabod, and Ichabod had a job to do.
Should mother and child with blood intermixed sit in Ayniea's gaze...
And here they were. Mallory with child, crying out with the pains of labour, sitting beneath a beautiful willow. Ichabod held her hand, permitting her to squeeze it tightly. She was too distracted by pain and effort to notice that his hand was like rock. And not just like rock. His skin had transformed to its demonic hardness, his nails were unrefined diamonds. Her hands cut against him, but the pain she felt there was dwarfed by the pain in her womb. She didn't realize - as this was her first child - that her pain was abnormal. It was beyond the experience of any woman. It was so painful, because her child was dying. It was tearing her apart in an attempt to survive. It was killing her. And her body was killing it.
And all because of a few pennyroyals.
"It's alright Mallory, you're doing great. I know it hurts, it hurts for all mothers. You just have to push, do you hear me? Good. Good, Mallory. Good girl. Your mother would be so proud."
Post by Pelagia Xista on Jan 3, 2017 12:56:18 GMT -7
Pelagia's mood was... well, it was a tad complex, but if she had to describe it in one general word, she would say she was certainly in a good mood. Who in her situation wouldn't be? Things were more or less going exactly her way. Yesterday, early in the morning, Pelagia and Feofil Peti had announced to the world that they had signed a treaty for peace alongside Erik the Sharp-Eyed, and that the Attonian people would henceforth be under the protection of the Aurcaeli army.
The news had broken with official news missives dispatched worldwide to all major governments (Pelagia refused to use The Tablet), and it had come with Pelagia's candid report of Queen Fabelle driving the actions of the Aurcaeli army in spite of the presence of intelligent Attonian natives. Just as planned and agreed upon, Lord Markus Woodrow spoke out in less than 24 hours with his vocal approval of this move for peace, publicly condemning the actions of royals who stomped on the lives of the common with no regard, and proceeded to denounce his own Sultan's actions in much the same fashion, presenting his own compelling 'evidence' for his claims.
In a single day, Sultan Mydas and Queen Fabelle had had the eye of public scrutiny cast upon them, and royals the world over were suddenly facing pressure due to the mounting distrust of worldwide citizens in the face of these announcements. Woodrow had also announced that he would be urging Submiere and Fiamont to join the alliance Pelagia and Feofil had started, and though there had not yet been any official response, it was only a matter of time before they caved to the pressure.
So it came as no surprise to Pelagia that, also within that same day, she had received an urgent missive from Gwenyth Fabelle requesting her immediate audience in Aurcaele. This, of course, was where her good mood was somewhat compromised. It was obvious, of course, that once Pelagia made her public claims, Queen Fabelle would be outraged over the lies she had spewed. But it was also obvious that the Queen was not about to just come out and make a public announcement that Pelagia's words were lies; she had no proof to the contrary, after all, and if she didn't even speak with Pelagia first, the people would just see such an announcement as the Queen trying to deflect the situation. It was easy to just call your accuser a liar and be done with it. This situation would need to be handled with more tact than that. Perhaps Gwenyth believed that by having a personal audience with Pelagia, she could get to the bottom of this situation, possibly clear up any potential misunderstandings Pelagia had had of her, and then get her to correct her public statement. It seemed like the kind of hopelessly naive move the Queen would pull.
Or perhaps she intended to simply threaten Pelagia into doing so. Well, she was welcome to try that.
Either way, Pelagia needed to enter this meeting with caution. Close as she was to victory, she hadn't bested her Queen yet. This was merely the first, and most crippling, of several blows she would have to throw to succeed in her bid for power. Perhaps that's why she was somewhat apprehensive about the meeting. Queen Fabelle had summoned her late last night and urged that she arrive as soon as possible, no matter the hour, and so Pelagia found herself back in her home country before even the wee hours of dawn.
But she was dawdling. She had arrived with her usual detail of guards, but once as they had entered into the capitol hold of Aynieria, Pelagia had dismissed them. Pelagia was in no danger in Aurcaele. The people here adored her, and even if there may have been the occasional ne'er-do-well that dwelt in these empty, dark hours, there was no single individual alive who could threaten Pelagia in one-on-one combat. Well, other than maybe Tristan Cowell. And if there was anyone else, Pelagia had certainly never met them. So Pelagia found herself wandering at a leisurely pace through the small town of Leviathan, the humble farmers town that existed in the shadow of the Royal Temple.
She supposed she could take her time. Queen Fabelle had merely said she should arrive as early as possible; she had never indicated a specific time. And this was Pelagia's first time back in Aurcaele in entirely too long - she wanted to stroll the clouds, feel at home again, and enjoy her feeling of triumph a little longer before she had to go and put up with more political sabotage. It was because of this that she eventually found herself strolling the groves of cemetery willows near the village, admiring the noble appearance of her favorite trees and running her hands along their bark lovingly. Oh, how she would like to visit Ayniea's tree again...
She gradually became aware of the sound of screaming.
Curious, though not particularly alarmed, Pelagia began moving in the direction of the sound. Perhaps someone was being attacked by a wild beast? Or one of those aforementioned night-dwelling ruffians was squeezing in one more attack before dawn's rays illuminated the world. Either way, Pelagia wanted to know what was disturbing her morning. She followed the sounds, listening as the wailing grew louder, and it was not long before she finally came upon a most unexpected sight.
A woman was giving birth. Or at least, she was attempting to; judging by the sounds she was making, the process was not going smoothly. Pelagia's talent with healing magic gave her a bit of insight in reading the life force of others, and if she had to take a guess, this woman was certainly dying. There was a man with her, as well, squeezing her hand and telling her that she was doing fine. She wondered if the man was simply lying or if he was actually so foolish to believe that.
Pelagia stepped forward out of the shadow of the trees, putting herself in clear view of the pair as she approached. Her eyes were impassive as she looked down at the dying woman, and she noticed another curious thing; the man's hand. It had changed, quickly, once he noticed her presence, but Pelagia had seen that for a moment, his skin looked almost like rock, his nails like jagged diamond. Something was amiss about all of this.
The woman stared up at her and for a moment her screaming abated. She took labored breaths but her expression was one of awe.
"A-Ayniea...? Holy Ayniea?"
Ah, she was delirious now. Not that Pelagia didn't find the case of mistaken identity to be incredibly flattering. She stooped to a kneel before the woman, laying a hand on her cheek. Her expression remained completely blank as she read the woman's energy directly, and confirmed her suspicions; this woman was dying, no two ways about it. She was not yet beyond the point of salvation, however... her life could be saved by Pelagia's magic.
But there was the question of why.
Pelagia did not know this woman, nor did she care about her. There was no one here to impress with this act, nor anyone to call her callous for abandoning the woman, none except for the man by her side. The man who, Pelagia had the striking feeling, did not have this woman's best interests at heart anyway. Saving this woman's life at this point would require a great deal of energy, energy Pelagia could better spend elsewhere. Besides, all death in this world was only going to be temporary; once Pelagia made herself into a suitable vessel at last, there would be no more death.
Pelagia removed her hand from the woman's cheek and instead assessed the man next to her. He had been staring at her with evident interest ever since she appeared, and not once had he made an ask for her assistance. If he was truly trying to help this dying woman, he wouldn't have wasted any time in beseeching Pelagia's aid. Which meant that, for whatever reason, he probably wanted this woman to die. Pelagia found that a living soul with a shameful motivation was far, far more potentially useful to her than one who was already at death's door.
Pelagia was going to allow this woman to die. And then she was going to determine what this stranger wanted from her in order to keep it quiet.
"Rest now, my child," Pelagia said, her attention now back on the dying mother, her voice soothing. "You have done well, and will be rewarded. Sleep. Your struggle need not continue."
The baby was dead already. Pelagia had learned that much when reading the mother's life force. Whatever life had been trying to escape from her had already perished by now. The woman, her expression still overcome with awe, still deliriously believing Ayniea was speaking to her, smiled and closed her eyes. Her grip on the man's hand went slack, and a moment later, all her sounds and movements ceased.
A sudden gust of wind kicked up and blew through the area, and then everything was still. Pelagia frowned. Just then, she had felt something tug at the forces of life with which she was bonded. Something was amiss.
She stood and turned her attention to the still kneeling man, leveling her full height against him as she glared down. "Would you care to inform me what has happened here? And don't bother lying to me. I'll know if you do."
OOC Note: Tagging @jackie and Mellie, not to post here, but to basically just be aware of its existence! For Jackie, I mentioned Woodrow and his actions here, so I figured you'd want to review them in case you want me to change anything. And for Mel, aside from posting with Ichabod, I figured that since this post details a major world happening (the peace announcement and all), it might be relevant to go on the story page for the Attonian War.
Post by Ichabod Afof on Jan 3, 2017 18:31:15 GMT -7
When the woman first made herself known, Ichabod turned his hands to flesh, and then prepared to ask for her aid. He knew it was likely too late, the woman's system so completely destroyed from his months of poisoning her, the baby having stolen her very lifeblood... But the voice stopped him. Stop, child. She commanded in his ear, This woman is powerful... She may have the strength to save the girl still. Have patience and see how this aasimar chooses to act. And so Ichabod did.
He watched as the woman comforted his ward, helping her give up. He held in his smile as she did, pleased as the life went out of the hand held in his. The mother likely would have fought for a good hour more if she had not felt that 'Ayniea' had come to take her away. He ought to thank the woman - but the voice stopped him again. Do not trust her, the voice warned him, and just as she spoke, so did the woman. She towered over him, and he made no bother to stand. He had no need for posturing.
"A woman and her child have died with one another..." He spoke simply, working quite hard not to smile. Instead, he remained neutral - not sad, he couldn't convincingly play a heartbroken sop. No, he was mild. He looked up at her, his green eyes glinting as they caught the sun over her shoulder, "Died in Ayniea's gaze." It was charming that this aasimar woman would fit the seal's requirements just as well as the grove itself. In fact, Ichabod had to wonder, if perhaps the woman did not fit the seal more. She was a vision of the deity as he had imagined her... If Diassei had told him that this was Ayniea standing before him, he would have believed it, in fact. But she hadn't. Instead, she was wary.
Such a foolish mortal, the voice sounded like it was smiling, like she was amused, I wish to know more about her, child.
Last Edit: Jan 3, 2017 18:32:11 GMT -7 by Ichabod Afof
Post by Pelagia Xista on Jan 8, 2017 18:19:14 GMT -7
Pelagia stared blankly down at the man who seemed entirely too impassive. He did not seem happy, sad, or anything in between at what had happened here. Again Pelagia was certain that the mother's death had been something he wanted to happen. The only answer he offered her was that 'a woman and her child had died with one another in Ayniea's gaze'. The way his eyes glinted when he said that only made her more suspicious of him.
In a flash, Pelagia's hand was around his neck and she was picking him up off the ground, slamming him hard against the trunk of a willow. She held him level in her tight grip so that her eyes would meet his. "There is much more to this situation than merely that. What involvement did you have with that woman? And why do I feel as though you wished for her death? And most importantly: why have I felt a change in the forces of life with this act?"
As she held contact with this man, she subconsciously read his own life force through his skin, and what she felt there was unlike what she had felt in anyone else before. She recalled the flash of his hand she had seen, and her eyes narrowed. Could he be...?
Post by Ichabod Afof on Jan 9, 2017 13:07:28 GMT -7
She wasn't happy, that much was clear. Her hand around his throat almost made him laugh, but she seemed to have a certain holy energy that made the feeling more unpleasant than hilarious. In response, his eyes narrowed, making his grin seem to hold far more malice than good-natured interest.
"That's not nice," He said, and his mother - sensing something strange about the woman - granted him the power to shift. At each place the woman gripped his skin, sharp and jagged stalactites began to grow. Slowly - a threat more than an attack. It was enough to have the woman move her grip to her clothing instead, trying to avoid what would have otherwise inevitably impaled her. The stalactites grew until they lightly touched her chin, and then suddenly stopped as he chuckled, "You've asked me not to lie, and lie I haven't, and yet-- you treat me so cruelly--" Pelagia Xista, the voice supplied, She is well known in this land. Her name fills the breeze... She is important to my Cousin. "Pelagia." He felt a surge of power using her name against her when she wouldn't have his, and he laughed again, seemingly comfortable with a tree at his back, a hand at his collar, and a powerful being of Ayniea staring him down. "Perhaps if you ask me more kindly, I shall see you worthy of such knowledge."
Post by Pelagia Xista on Jan 9, 2017 17:51:30 GMT -7
Watching it was almost too interesting to look away from, such to the point that Pelagia barely registered that she should move her hand once it started. This man's skin was hardening, and sharp spires were slowly raising themselves from him. They pricked at her tight grip, forcing her to move her hand to his shirt, but they kept growing. Pelagia, however, would not be intimidated by a man she suspected was a demon, especially not in her home territory. She stood her ground and kept her grip on him even as one spike touched the end of her chin.
He spoke her name, and she simply continued to stare at him coldly. It was no surprise to her to be known by those she had never heard of before. Especially not if he was a demon, as they were known to dabble in world affairs to try and ruin lives. He spoke so surely, so confidently... Pelagia decided that before this conversation would continue, she would need to remind him who held the power between them. She did not fear demons and boogie men.
She pushed him more harshly into the tree, and commanded a spell that many did not know she was well-versed in (but which any evoker from Aurcaele should know); nature evocation. The branches of the willow grew and expanded, wrapping around the man like a vice and pinning him in place as the tree lifted him higher off of the ground. Thorny brambles grew from the tree, something a willow should never have but which Pelagia made happen, and she touched her hand to the bark as they grew, infusing the thorns with holy magic as they jabbed into her captive. They stabbed at nowhere vital - although Pelagia couldn't claim certainty as to what areas even were vital for a demon - merely serving a means of tormenting him.
She flew lightly off of the ground, elevating herself to meet him, and she found that he was still managing to level a grin at her, though she noted with satisfaction that his jaw looked a bit more set than was normal for a grin. He was probably gritting his teeth, trying to restrain his displeasure. Her own satisfaction also took a mild hit when, upon closer inspection, she found that none of her thorns had actually managed to pierce his skin. In each place where they were intended to stab, the demon (she was sure at this point, by what she saw) had transformed his skin into some otherworldly stone, blocking their attempts at stabbing him. Well, she supposed it didn't matter. Less pain for him, maybe, which was a shame, but the branches and holy thorns were still doing a fine job of holding him in place. The twining of the branches had even managed to break off some of the stalactites which had sprouted from his neck, so he clearly held some vulnerability to what she had done.
"Does this kindness suit you, demon?" she asked, her tone expressing the superiority she felt. "Or would you prefer I return you to Ephilroa where you belong?" She lifted a hand, allowing it to radiate with her specialized evocation of Light magic, the threat very evident in how blindingly bright it glowed. "Speak."
Post by Ichabod Afof on Jan 9, 2017 19:52:35 GMT -7
He grunted as the tree grasped him, a little shocked, though he maintained his grin by gritting his teeth. He didn't think that a lovey-dovey aasimar of Ayniea would be so skilled with tree bark of all things. He thought they were all healing energy, and radiant strikes. Thankfully, it wasn't his duty to ensure that his skin was impenetrable. The voice reacted more quickly than he could ever manage, and hardened his skin to stone, preventing any punctures.
"To Ephilroa!" He nearly shouted, enjoying the way her eyes moved to see if there were anyone else to hear him. He knew there wasn't. He had visited this grove every day for the last eight months. There would be no one around until the groundskeeper an hour from now, "I'd just crawl back out."
He began giggling, and as he did he moved his limbs to see if there were any weakpoints on the branches. His wrists could move a little, and one of his knees was free enough to adjust - but he was very completely contained. Once he had decided he was stuck, he met her eyes, his hair a sweaty mess pleated to his forehead. "Then speak I shall, madam angel of Ayniea... Heh... Ha... I feel that our ideals are aligned... If my intuition is any indication. A dedicated student of Ayniea such as yourself must have heard of the twelve seals, hm? And with them broken, the rules will poof--" He spat the word out, the 'f' slick with spit, "And everything will change. You don't seem like the type to enjoy rules. After all, you've no problem desecrating holy ground, do you, Pelagia?"
Post by Pelagia Xista on Jan 10, 2017 3:29:43 GMT -7
An audacious one, he was, and apparently fearless to boot. But Pelagia supposed that that much wasn't so surprising. She'd never dealt with a demon before now, but the stories she heard described them as the perfect Machiavellian entities, sadistic and manipulative, their only goal to bring suffering on earth. And now that he mentioned it, she even recalled that once banished back to Ephilroa, they could simply come back eventually. Only the destruction of their very soul could truly eradicate a demon.
Pelagia wondered if she was capable of such a thing. A master evoker she may have been, but never had she had the cause to practice such a skill. She imagined it would involve using healing energy to touch on an individual's soul, much like she had done to heal Xanthe days ago, but that then one would need to channel immense destructive evocation into that connection. She smirked for reasons unrelated to the demon's statements, considering that she may soon need to find someone to practice her theory on. Someone who was a dreg of society, someone who life itself would be better without. Having the capability to truly threaten a demon could certainly work in her favor in the days to come.
Finally putting those thoughts aside, she considered now how to respond to what else the man had told her. His words were dangerous, she certainly caught on to that much. As best as she could tell, there was no one else here, but if someone were to happen upon this willow grove and overhear the words the demon was saying... well, the fact that he was a demon wouldn't even matter to the listener. It could plant a seed of doubt in that person, make them question Pelagia's purity. In Aurcaele, any involvement with demons whatsoever other than to banish them immediately was considered an impurity. You could be tainted merely by the presence, or so the saying went. Whatever business Pelagia was going to have with this man, whatever interesting information he had to share, she would need to see it addressed quickly. Her Queen was still waiting, after all.
"The twelve seals..." she stated thoughtfully. "I'll admit you have me at something of a disadvantage where that knowledge is concerned, demon," she replied, feeling no shame in admitting to her ignorance. It was only reasonable that a demon would know more of certain world matters than she. That was their whole calling card. "I've heard of them, but only by brief mention in old books. And they weren't the sort of books my dear parents would have approved of my reading," she explained with a light smirk. "So I'm afraid I never had the resources to look into it further."
Her hand ceased in its glow. Though she certainly wasn't about to free him, she no longer felt the need to threaten him now that he was talking. "And your other guess would be accurate. Color me surprised," she added, sarcastically. "I do not tend to agree with most rules. None aside from those Ayniea herself hands down, of course. But I will correct you on one point; I am desecrating nothing. This land and everything in it belongs to me."
Perhaps he'd think she was full of herself. That she was merely speaking from hubris. He could think whatever he liked; Ayniea owned this land, which meant Pelagia owned it by extension. And soon, she would own it quite literally, in much the same way her goddess did. "I am free to do with my land whatever I choose. One cannot desecrate something they do not deem sacred."
Post by Ichabod Afof on Jan 11, 2017 21:15:05 GMT -7
Her land? The voice laughed derisively, Her land? This land is my birthright. I will not let some foolish mortal lay claim to my Fortuna.
Ichabod just laughed. She was fun. Really fun. In fact, he might even have to say that she was more fun than the spirit of the Esper Wood, whoever he was. This Pelagia Xista… He felt a want to help her, no matter the Voice’s thoughts on the matter. She was shortsighted, he realized. So focused on the path directly in front of him that she would not dare consider something far more… Efficient.
“I’ve news for you then, dear Pelagia,” He wanted to reach out and touch her face, but as he tried, the vines only gripped tighter - and the Voice threatened to turn his flesh back to something more pliable. He shook his head, resolving himself to his plans, “I’ve made such a task all the easier for you… More than that, my actions on this plane will make the world weak to the power of mortals such as yourself.”
Looking around the grove conspiratorially, he met her gaze with as serious a look as one could expect from a face so prone to smiling: “It seems Ayniea has smiled on both of us the day when she brought us two together in such a private moment. Dear Pelagia… I do believe this may have been fated.”
Last Edit: Jan 11, 2017 21:16:28 GMT -7 by Ichabod Afof
Post by Pelagia Xista on Jan 11, 2017 23:17:53 GMT -7
Pelagia listened to him speak in stony silence, listened to him spin his charming words, and then cracked a wicked grin. She laughed, right in his face, her eyes looking at him as though he were something tiny, insignificant.
"I know well who Ayniea smiles on, you pissant. I'm afraid you're not so luckily blessed."
She floated closer to him, one finger glowing with holy energy as she reached casually forward, touching her fingertip against an exposed bit of skin on the man's body. Her touch sizzled against him, and she could hear the sound of it burning. Steam faintly rose from the spot, and she relished in the way the demon kept his features schooled, clearly an expert at this sort of thing much like Pelagia was. He would not convey his discomfort if he could help it, though Pelagia could see the traces of displeasure beginning to show as she let her touch linger.
She imagined how it might be once she saw her ambitions realized. Imagined making others pay for their sleights properly through torment such as this, magnified a thousand times. Then, she finally withdrew her touch. She didn't want to tempt more of those spires to emerge from his skin, not when she still wished to speak with him.
"Tell me what you think you know of my task, demon. I've made no mention of such a thing, after all... merely informed you plainly that this land belongs to me. You made mention of the twelve seals, and how they might abolish "the rules". But you failed to elaborate on that as well. You know things." Still smiling, she leaned back to recline in midair, her legs crossed. Her wings were no longer moving to keep her airborne, instead relying on a summoned breeze to suspend her aloft. "I have time. And we've yet to gather an audience; should someone appear, I may just have to obliterate you to keep up appearances. Then you'd have to crawl aaaaaall the way back from Ephilroa just to speak with me again. And wouldn't that just be a shame? So if I were you, I'd start talking, and I'd do it quickly. I may just feel inclined to free you if you do."
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