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Summary: Lady Kharnia of Carthak was put to rest at the age of 18... Or at least that is what everyone thought, including her fiancé, Arram Drapper. Fifteen years later she finds that she once again needs Arram, but not to make up for lost time. MUHAHAHAHAH, lol.
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It was a gloomy day in Carthak. The constant down pour had kept nearly everyone home for days now. Streets were flooded, farms were losing crops, and bridges were wiped out leaving villages stranded. A large bridge leading to a fairly large town had collapsed the previous night. A young lady had died in the accident. A young noble woman, cousin of Ozrone. She was tall and thin, her sun bronzed hair fell to her mid back in waves of dark and light browns. Her hazel eyes always spoke of wisdom. She was a powerful mage. Many had predicted she would be the world's first female black robe. Perhaps it was all of this that had attracted Arram Drapper to her.
The wind howled and the rain beat upon their skins. The mourners stood against the grey sky and bled into their surroundings. Arram Drapper stood apart from the others, perhaps weeping. The impermeable sheet of rain made it impossible to tell. The funeral was a simple one since the rain made it impossible to use flowers or any other decorations. The mourners were gathered around the casket and funeral director. The casket was gloriously decorated with silver, gold, and many gem stones to mark her rank in society. The head stone was also as tall and proud as the woman had been in life. Arram's eyes stood transfixed on the ominous casket with tears and raindrops flowing down his chilled face.
"We are gathered here today to morn the loss of Lady Kharnia, Daughter of our Emperor's sister, cousin to the heir, fiancé of Arram Drapper the heir's right hand. Barely a lady at the tender age of eighteen." The director said in a flat somber tone that sounded grey. Arram's ears seemed not to hear anymore, he was lost within himself.
'I'll never love again,' He thought to himself. And indeed it was a long time before he would. He would have his share of physical flings, but it would be many years before his heart cried out for another as it had for Lady Kharnia.
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ONE DAY EARLIER
Lady Kharnia gracefully picked her way around a puddle and slid like a cat up to a run down building. She looked around causously making sure no one had followed her here. She had cloaked herself in a large grey hooded robe to obscure herself from passers by. She casually turned her head to and fro, but only seen big grey droplets of water splashing against the grey cobblestone road and grey stone buildings. Satisfied she opened the door in front of her and slid in to the dark musky room which lurk behind it.
"I've been waiting, Kharnia. The plan is set now I just have to make sure you know where to be and what to do." A silky male voice said. Kharnia smiled warmly as the smooth voice washed over her and warmed her insides.
"Yes we've gone over this a million times, Leiano. As soon as the lights go out in the town I will send the simulacra you made of me on the bridge, you will cause the bridge to go down with the rushing water. My carriage goes under, when my body is found they will never know it is a simulacrum. And I will be free from Arram and the royal family! I'll be free to be with you, my love!" She said excitedly. Leiano rose from his place in the shadows. He was a tall muscular man. He was a black robe mage, if people had known he was still alive he would be the eighth. He smiled and took her into his arms.
"After tonight you'll be free of it all." He whispered and she smiled as her heart for the first time in so long felt free. "Arram will no longer have a say over you." He said menacingly.
"It's not Arram that's destroying me, love. He's a good man, he'd understand if I told him it was over between us. It's my cousin, he's the one that's ruining my life and he's starting to twist Arram around. I just hope he'll see it before it's too late and escape like I am." She said soothingly and Leiano smiled.
"If you say so, love." He said sweetly and kissed her forehead.
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15 YEARS LATER
Numair sat in the stables watching Daine groom Cloud. He smiled as he noticed how the setting sun illuminated her, making her seem like a Devine spirt. Daine turned and jumped when she saw Numair.
"Gods! You scared me! How long have you been sitting there?" She demanded of him. Numair smiled innocently at her.
"Not nearly long enough." He said warmly as he stood and met her in a few strides. He pulled her into his arms and sighed contentedly as he ran a hand through her hair. Suddenly a thought she had been pondering over came to mind. She thought for a brief moment back three years ago to when she had found Numair after the immortal wars. She took a brief second to go over his question again and looked up at him with a sparkle in her blue- grey eyes.
"Numair?" Daine asked quizzically. Smiling since she knew he had know idea what she was about to drop on him. "What Magelet?" He asked as he kissed the top of her head.
"Yes." She stated simply. Numair looked down at her confused.
"Yes what?" Numair asked with a peculiar expression.
"I do." She said trying to use a better phrase to spark his memory as she stood up on tip toe and kissed his nose. Suddenly a flash of realization went through his eyes and he scopped her up and spun her around then grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her dead in the eyes.
"You are sure?" He said breathlessly.
"Yes you dolt!" Daine said in between giggles. "I'm nineteen now and its about time I settled down." She stated in a serious fashion. Numair smiled from ear to ear and pulled his Magelet into a deep long lasting kiss.
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A woman lay weeping over the body of a man. They were situated by a campfire whose light flickered and gave an ominous glow. The body of a Stormwing lay sprawled on his back nearly eight yards from where the pair lay. Immortal and mortal blood stained the ground between them. The pair had been caught making love and off their guard. They never saw the Stormwing until it was too late. Leiano had been killed, his neck sliced and his heart and lungs punctured. Kharnia was able to blow the creature up at the last moment before he turned on her.
"No! This can't be! You can't be dead... You are all I have." She sobbed and looked over to see a brown leather-bound book in her love's nap sack. He had bought it the previous day. She remembered how he told her that their were ancient and powerful spells in it. She reached over and traced the worn edges before picking it up. A tear slid down her face and she dropped the book as if it were too heavy to hold. The book fell open and the pages blew in the night breeze. She looked over and read the page that chance had turned up.
POTION OF THE DEAD
To bring a lover back from the black God.
First boil the following in 2½ cups of water
3 long bucklebare roots
5 TBS of Charkinia Powder
8 eyes of fickleback toads Make sure the ingredients are well mixed. Simmer for five hours then add
the following:
6 medium sized Bagdannie Crystals (Black variety)
1tsp of Maniara tree sap
6 pts of Blood from a betrayed lover Stir these ingredients together for another hour. Once complete pour half of the potion over the dead lover's heart. Once he gains consciousness have
the dead lover drink the rest.
Kharnia jumped and reread the instructions. She was amazed at how simple it was. All the ingredients were easily obtained at any which doctor's hut, except for the last one. She frowned as she tried to think of who she had betrayed. Then her eyebrows shot up as she realized who.
"Arram."
Summary: Lady Kharnia of Carthak was put to rest at the age of 18... Or at least that is what everyone thought, including her fiancé, Arram Drapper. Fifteen years later she finds that she once again needs Arram, but not to make up for lost time. MUHAHAHAHAH, lol.
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It was a gloomy day in Carthak. The constant down pour had kept nearly everyone home for days now. Streets were flooded, farms were losing crops, and bridges were wiped out leaving villages stranded. A large bridge leading to a fairly large town had collapsed the previous night. A young lady had died in the accident. A young noble woman, cousin of Ozrone. She was tall and thin, her sun bronzed hair fell to her mid back in waves of dark and light browns. Her hazel eyes always spoke of wisdom. She was a powerful mage. Many had predicted she would be the world's first female black robe. Perhaps it was all of this that had attracted Arram Drapper to her.
The wind howled and the rain beat upon their skins. The mourners stood against the grey sky and bled into their surroundings. Arram Drapper stood apart from the others, perhaps weeping. The impermeable sheet of rain made it impossible to tell. The funeral was a simple one since the rain made it impossible to use flowers or any other decorations. The mourners were gathered around the casket and funeral director. The casket was gloriously decorated with silver, gold, and many gem stones to mark her rank in society. The head stone was also as tall and proud as the woman had been in life. Arram's eyes stood transfixed on the ominous casket with tears and raindrops flowing down his chilled face.
"We are gathered here today to morn the loss of Lady Kharnia, Daughter of our Emperor's sister, cousin to the heir, fiancé of Arram Drapper the heir's right hand. Barely a lady at the tender age of eighteen." The director said in a flat somber tone that sounded grey. Arram's ears seemed not to hear anymore, he was lost within himself.
'I'll never love again,' He thought to himself. And indeed it was a long time before he would. He would have his share of physical flings, but it would be many years before his heart cried out for another as it had for Lady Kharnia.
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ONE DAY EARLIER
Lady Kharnia gracefully picked her way around a puddle and slid like a cat up to a run down building. She looked around causously making sure no one had followed her here. She had cloaked herself in a large grey hooded robe to obscure herself from passers by. She casually turned her head to and fro, but only seen big grey droplets of water splashing against the grey cobblestone road and grey stone buildings. Satisfied she opened the door in front of her and slid in to the dark musky room which lurk behind it.
"I've been waiting, Kharnia. The plan is set now I just have to make sure you know where to be and what to do." A silky male voice said. Kharnia smiled warmly as the smooth voice washed over her and warmed her insides.
"Yes we've gone over this a million times, Leiano. As soon as the lights go out in the town I will send the simulacra you made of me on the bridge, you will cause the bridge to go down with the rushing water. My carriage goes under, when my body is found they will never know it is a simulacrum. And I will be free from Arram and the royal family! I'll be free to be with you, my love!" She said excitedly. Leiano rose from his place in the shadows. He was a tall muscular man. He was a black robe mage, if people had known he was still alive he would be the eighth. He smiled and took her into his arms.
"After tonight you'll be free of it all." He whispered and she smiled as her heart for the first time in so long felt free. "Arram will no longer have a say over you." He said menacingly.
"It's not Arram that's destroying me, love. He's a good man, he'd understand if I told him it was over between us. It's my cousin, he's the one that's ruining my life and he's starting to twist Arram around. I just hope he'll see it before it's too late and escape like I am." She said soothingly and Leiano smiled.
"If you say so, love." He said sweetly and kissed her forehead.
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15 YEARS LATER
Numair sat in the stables watching Daine groom Cloud. He smiled as he noticed how the setting sun illuminated her, making her seem like a Devine spirt. Daine turned and jumped when she saw Numair.
"Gods! You scared me! How long have you been sitting there?" She demanded of him. Numair smiled innocently at her.
"Not nearly long enough." He said warmly as he stood and met her in a few strides. He pulled her into his arms and sighed contentedly as he ran a hand through her hair. Suddenly a thought she had been pondering over came to mind. She thought for a brief moment back three years ago to when she had found Numair after the immortal wars. She took a brief second to go over his question again and looked up at him with a sparkle in her blue- grey eyes.
"Numair?" Daine asked quizzically. Smiling since she knew he had know idea what she was about to drop on him. "What Magelet?" He asked as he kissed the top of her head.
"Yes." She stated simply. Numair looked down at her confused.
"Yes what?" Numair asked with a peculiar expression.
"I do." She said trying to use a better phrase to spark his memory as she stood up on tip toe and kissed his nose. Suddenly a flash of realization went through his eyes and he scopped her up and spun her around then grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her dead in the eyes.
"You are sure?" He said breathlessly.
"Yes you dolt!" Daine said in between giggles. "I'm nineteen now and its about time I settled down." She stated in a serious fashion. Numair smiled from ear to ear and pulled his Magelet into a deep long lasting kiss.
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A woman lay weeping over the body of a man. They were situated by a campfire whose light flickered and gave an ominous glow. The body of a Stormwing lay sprawled on his back nearly eight yards from where the pair lay. Immortal and mortal blood stained the ground between them. The pair had been caught making love and off their guard. They never saw the Stormwing until it was too late. Leiano had been killed, his neck sliced and his heart and lungs punctured. Kharnia was able to blow the creature up at the last moment before he turned on her.
"No! This can't be! You can't be dead... You are all I have." She sobbed and looked over to see a brown leather-bound book in her love's nap sack. He had bought it the previous day. She remembered how he told her that their were ancient and powerful spells in it. She reached over and traced the worn edges before picking it up. A tear slid down her face and she dropped the book as if it were too heavy to hold. The book fell open and the pages blew in the night breeze. She looked over and read the page that chance had turned up.
POTION OF THE DEAD
To bring a lover back from the black God.
First boil the following in 2½ cups of water
3 long bucklebare roots
5 TBS of Charkinia Powder
8 eyes of fickleback toads Make sure the ingredients are well mixed. Simmer for five hours then add
the following:
6 medium sized Bagdannie Crystals (Black variety)
1tsp of Maniara tree sap
6 pts of Blood from a betrayed lover Stir these ingredients together for another hour. Once complete pour half of the potion over the dead lover's heart. Once he gains consciousness have
the dead lover drink the rest.
Kharnia jumped and reread the instructions. She was amazed at how simple it was. All the ingredients were easily obtained at any which doctor's hut, except for the last one. She frowned as she tried to think of who she had betrayed. Then her eyebrows shot up as she realized who.
"Arram."