Okay, I'm back and I had a bad case of Writer's Block. CURSE IT!
Sairn: He's a liddle nutty right now...
SHUT UP!! Stupid muse... I'm pissed at my muse so forgive my attitude.
Anyway, this chapter is gonna clear up the confusion about Sairn Kazul. Bear in mind that this will be most definitely though-inducing.
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Note: A character from FE7 is in here.
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Dragon's Destiny2k2:
Question: Is this based of FE6?
Answer: Read and you'll find out
Millennium Slinky:
I have a psycho for a muse and you have the "Hurricane" as a muse. It sounds even don't it?
The "Hurricane" happens to be *waits for it* Legault. Guess who's the "Angel of Death" or "Deathangel"?
Serra21:
Thanks for that. That happened to my uncle so I kinda had to plug it in there.
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DISCLAIMER: Why the hell do you guys think I own this series? I ain't Japanese nor am I the heir of Nintendo's Intelligent Systems! I'm a freakin' techie who knows stuff!
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Act I
Part I
Chapter 3: The Mind of a Dark Sage
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A flash of light later, they saw their lord and master once more. Instead of his old cloak and spells, they found that he was wearing a new cloak of crimson with robes of black. The Psychic staff wasn't hidden beneath his cloak. Sairn revealed to his followers of his new gear.
"Look at this, my faithful!" he joyfully showed the three. "Look at this!" He immediately reached within his cloak and pulls out the three Tomes of extreme power.
"My lords! It IS the three mighty books of magic!" Peter the Archer cried as Pleis and Dennings continued with their amazed looks. "Forblaze, Aureola, and even Nergal's Ereshkigal!"
"You know exactly what to do now, my friends," Sairn winked. "Go into Lycia and exact the same pain and suffering that we four have suffered even since my dear uncle Nergal died. You know who to strike."
"Um..." Pleis began ticking people on his fingers. "First we deal with Lord Eliwood of Pherae, then Hector of Ostia, and then... that Lyn girl from Caelin, and then everybody else that was there."
"Sir Wallace is still in Ilia, Pent and Louise are at Etruria with Erk, Serra is with Oswin in Ostia, and those two pesky knights are in Caelin. What were their names?" Dennings butted in.
"I do believe that they were some red head named Kent and some green guy named Sain," Peter quietly said. "Sain is known to frequent... female hostels. Kent is a well-known sentry with the trust of his people. Those two will pay dearly."
"Excellent," Sairn cackled as he toyed with his newly acquired Forblaze tome. The runes of fire emitted a slight crimson glow as the Dark Sage's fingers continue to rub the edges. "Prepare to implement... the plan."
"Huh?" Peter asked with confusion. "What plan?" Pleis smacked the Archer with a piece of wood.
"The PLAN, you stupid fool! THE PLAN!" the nephew of the late Nergal roared in utter fury. He quickly sketched the runes for the Forblaze spell, aiming it at Peter.
"Agh! No, my lord!" Peter screamed as the Dark Sage was halfway through the incantations. "I know what plan you are speaking of! I know it!" The Dark Sage continue to mutter the spell, unaware of how costly the mistake of killing a follower may be.
Pleis and Dennings immediately grabbed the poor Archer by the arms and dragged him away. Mere moments after the three minions were away from where they were, a huge column of fire erupted about where Peter stood.
The fire roared with the fury of the Nine Circles of Hell. Trees and other nearby shrubbery were instantly consumed by the power of Fire. They immediately were reduced to nothing but mere ashes of ashes.
Once the great column of fire dissipitated into the wind, all that was left were just scorched earth...
Sairn just merely glanced at his surroundings. A grin danced across his face.
... And nothing more.
The Dark Sage held his head high. Nothing was going his way. Absolutely nothing. He had been tracking the fiends who slew his dear uncle, the only one of his family who had taken him in when his magical talents reduced his home into cinders.
Cinders with blood mixed in.
The blood of his family.
Sairn tilted his head back and stared at the moon.
It was the same moon he saw many, many years ago.
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In a wooded glen not too deep within the woods, deer and squirrels were keenly interested upon the antics of a black haired youngster along with his green haired father. A small wagon with wood piled in it was near the two as they continued to labor.
"Looka here, daddy!" a little boy about the age of six yelled as he hefted his father's axe. The iron axe was light for the father yet it was heavy enough to keep the child from keeping it above his head. The child's arms and legs wavered slightly as he continued to hold it above his head.
"That's good, son!" the little boy's father yelled back as he continued to cheer his son on. "Good job, Sairn!"
The little boy laughed with joy at the praise from his father. Dropping the axe with a heavy thud onto the green grass, Sairn jumped into his father's waiting arms.
"Oof! You're gettin' a liddle heavier son! What's mamma been feedin' you?" the greatly muscled parent teased as he tickled his son's ribs. "More and more of that delightful Etrurian pastries of hers?" Sairn giggled with glee.
"Yup!" the boy managed to get in between laughs as his father's great fingers continued to tickle him. "Those pastries sure are good!"
Sairn managed to wriggle free from the grip of his father and he landed on the earth.
But he landed head first, unfortunately. Something snapped and Sairn heard his father's gasp of disbelief. Before the child's vision dimmed, he uttered on last word.
"Father..."
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That was the last time he, Sairn Kazul of Etruria, ever experienced the joy of living as a human. He had been brought back from the dead thanks to a traveling acolyte of St. Elimine. Ever since he had came back Sairn had offered prayers to the legendary Bishop.
Sairn's eyes flashed red briefly. Such petty thoughts are not for the once living. He was no longer a human. Sairn unraveled a piece of cloth from around his shoulder.
Where there was once noticeable mass of flesh, there was nothing there but mere sinew and bone. Nothing more, nothing less. Just white bone and the sinew.
The Dark Sage shuddered as the wind blew through the one of the many empty parts of him. He quickly rewrapped the bindings back on his shoulder. More and more memories quickly flooded back to him.
The traveling Bishop had offered to grant his parent one wish for their son. The Bishop had been wrong to offer such a folly. Taking a chunk out of Sairn's dead body, he had offered it to a god, but not to the god of good.
When he had came back, his parents were in for a surprise.
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"Sairn!" his mother joyfully cried as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Tears of agony and joy streamed down the black haired woman's cheeks, collecting onto Sairn's shoulder. She kissed his cold cheeks, twice.
Glancing past his mother, Sairn saw something. His father was by the door, thanking the Bishop who had presumably brought him back. The door was open and Sairn could not see the Bishop's face apart from the robe and the staff the follower of St. Elimine had.
"It's nothing," the Bishop kindly said. "I've done this many times and seeing the joy of their loved ones is enough to be my payment."
"But please," Sairn's father entreated. "I want you to take this." He held up a tome. Sairn sensed a power from the tome. He saw the Bishop step back in surprise. His father became puzzled and confused. Why had the Bishop reared away from a mere book?
"Ah, as kind as your gesture may be," the Bishop began again in a quivering tone. "I must decline. The road is calling me again and I must answer it. I thank you and your wife for the hospitality. May the blessings of St. Elimine shine upon you and your heirs." The rod of the Bishop emitted a blue glow, washing everything in the house with its light.
"Sure," Sairn's father still held out the tome toward the Bishop. "But I still must insist on you to take this tome. We, Kazuls of Etruria, may not have a lot but we can give you this. We have no need of it and we may never need it again in the future. I must implore of you to take this with you."
"But-" the Bishop began. Sairn's father cut him off.
"Perhaps in your travels you may find a way to destroy this book. Please do it for us, Bishop Renault! I beg of you!" Sairn saw the Bishop carefully taking the tome. The Bishop whispered something to his father in a urgent tone. His father acknowledged the Bishop's comments and followed the man out.
"It's... strange to be back... mother..." Sairn said in a strange off-world tone. "I feel... strange..." His mother continued to hug him ferociously but Sairn can sense the fear in her voice.
"It's nothing more, son, nothing more. Just the shock of being back from the dead." His mother continued to sob. Sairn just sat there in his mother's arms.
He was no longer human.
He was just a construct of flesh and bone with no more human emotions. Like Nergal's Morphs.
Sairn's eyes glowed red. His mind was taken over by an deep and dark instinct. Nothing else was making sense anymore.
Absolutely nothing made sense.
He killed his parents in a year...
... And he did it with no regret.
~~~~~~
Sairn's fist smashed into the mere cinders of a tree. The force of the blow knocked the tree over. Black ashes clung to the Dark Sage's angry knuckles.
He cursed the god who brought him back.
He cursed the Bishop for resurrecting him.
He cursed his parents for requesting it.
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Whoo! Thanks to the _3_ reviewers ("Millennium Slinky", "Dragon's Destiny 2k2", and "Serra21") as of:
Sairn: "February 7th, 2004."
Thanks a lot!
Sairn: Remember that liddle purple button down there? REVIEW!
Stupid muse...
Sairn: He's a liddle nutty right now...
SHUT UP!! Stupid muse... I'm pissed at my muse so forgive my attitude.
Anyway, this chapter is gonna clear up the confusion about Sairn Kazul. Bear in mind that this will be most definitely though-inducing.
~~~
Note: A character from FE7 is in here.
~~~
Dragon's Destiny2k2:
Question: Is this based of FE6?
Answer: Read and you'll find out
Millennium Slinky:
I have a psycho for a muse and you have the "Hurricane" as a muse. It sounds even don't it?
The "Hurricane" happens to be *waits for it* Legault. Guess who's the "Angel of Death" or "Deathangel"?
Serra21:
Thanks for that. That happened to my uncle so I kinda had to plug it in there.
~~~~
DISCLAIMER: Why the hell do you guys think I own this series? I ain't Japanese nor am I the heir of Nintendo's Intelligent Systems! I'm a freakin' techie who knows stuff!
~~~~
Act I
Part I
Chapter 3: The Mind of a Dark Sage
~~~~
A flash of light later, they saw their lord and master once more. Instead of his old cloak and spells, they found that he was wearing a new cloak of crimson with robes of black. The Psychic staff wasn't hidden beneath his cloak. Sairn revealed to his followers of his new gear.
"Look at this, my faithful!" he joyfully showed the three. "Look at this!" He immediately reached within his cloak and pulls out the three Tomes of extreme power.
"My lords! It IS the three mighty books of magic!" Peter the Archer cried as Pleis and Dennings continued with their amazed looks. "Forblaze, Aureola, and even Nergal's Ereshkigal!"
"You know exactly what to do now, my friends," Sairn winked. "Go into Lycia and exact the same pain and suffering that we four have suffered even since my dear uncle Nergal died. You know who to strike."
"Um..." Pleis began ticking people on his fingers. "First we deal with Lord Eliwood of Pherae, then Hector of Ostia, and then... that Lyn girl from Caelin, and then everybody else that was there."
"Sir Wallace is still in Ilia, Pent and Louise are at Etruria with Erk, Serra is with Oswin in Ostia, and those two pesky knights are in Caelin. What were their names?" Dennings butted in.
"I do believe that they were some red head named Kent and some green guy named Sain," Peter quietly said. "Sain is known to frequent... female hostels. Kent is a well-known sentry with the trust of his people. Those two will pay dearly."
"Excellent," Sairn cackled as he toyed with his newly acquired Forblaze tome. The runes of fire emitted a slight crimson glow as the Dark Sage's fingers continue to rub the edges. "Prepare to implement... the plan."
"Huh?" Peter asked with confusion. "What plan?" Pleis smacked the Archer with a piece of wood.
"The PLAN, you stupid fool! THE PLAN!" the nephew of the late Nergal roared in utter fury. He quickly sketched the runes for the Forblaze spell, aiming it at Peter.
"Agh! No, my lord!" Peter screamed as the Dark Sage was halfway through the incantations. "I know what plan you are speaking of! I know it!" The Dark Sage continue to mutter the spell, unaware of how costly the mistake of killing a follower may be.
Pleis and Dennings immediately grabbed the poor Archer by the arms and dragged him away. Mere moments after the three minions were away from where they were, a huge column of fire erupted about where Peter stood.
The fire roared with the fury of the Nine Circles of Hell. Trees and other nearby shrubbery were instantly consumed by the power of Fire. They immediately were reduced to nothing but mere ashes of ashes.
Once the great column of fire dissipitated into the wind, all that was left were just scorched earth...
Sairn just merely glanced at his surroundings. A grin danced across his face.
... And nothing more.
The Dark Sage held his head high. Nothing was going his way. Absolutely nothing. He had been tracking the fiends who slew his dear uncle, the only one of his family who had taken him in when his magical talents reduced his home into cinders.
Cinders with blood mixed in.
The blood of his family.
Sairn tilted his head back and stared at the moon.
It was the same moon he saw many, many years ago.
~~~~~~
In a wooded glen not too deep within the woods, deer and squirrels were keenly interested upon the antics of a black haired youngster along with his green haired father. A small wagon with wood piled in it was near the two as they continued to labor.
"Looka here, daddy!" a little boy about the age of six yelled as he hefted his father's axe. The iron axe was light for the father yet it was heavy enough to keep the child from keeping it above his head. The child's arms and legs wavered slightly as he continued to hold it above his head.
"That's good, son!" the little boy's father yelled back as he continued to cheer his son on. "Good job, Sairn!"
The little boy laughed with joy at the praise from his father. Dropping the axe with a heavy thud onto the green grass, Sairn jumped into his father's waiting arms.
"Oof! You're gettin' a liddle heavier son! What's mamma been feedin' you?" the greatly muscled parent teased as he tickled his son's ribs. "More and more of that delightful Etrurian pastries of hers?" Sairn giggled with glee.
"Yup!" the boy managed to get in between laughs as his father's great fingers continued to tickle him. "Those pastries sure are good!"
Sairn managed to wriggle free from the grip of his father and he landed on the earth.
But he landed head first, unfortunately. Something snapped and Sairn heard his father's gasp of disbelief. Before the child's vision dimmed, he uttered on last word.
"Father..."
~~~~~~
That was the last time he, Sairn Kazul of Etruria, ever experienced the joy of living as a human. He had been brought back from the dead thanks to a traveling acolyte of St. Elimine. Ever since he had came back Sairn had offered prayers to the legendary Bishop.
Sairn's eyes flashed red briefly. Such petty thoughts are not for the once living. He was no longer a human. Sairn unraveled a piece of cloth from around his shoulder.
Where there was once noticeable mass of flesh, there was nothing there but mere sinew and bone. Nothing more, nothing less. Just white bone and the sinew.
The Dark Sage shuddered as the wind blew through the one of the many empty parts of him. He quickly rewrapped the bindings back on his shoulder. More and more memories quickly flooded back to him.
The traveling Bishop had offered to grant his parent one wish for their son. The Bishop had been wrong to offer such a folly. Taking a chunk out of Sairn's dead body, he had offered it to a god, but not to the god of good.
When he had came back, his parents were in for a surprise.
~~~~~~
"Sairn!" his mother joyfully cried as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Tears of agony and joy streamed down the black haired woman's cheeks, collecting onto Sairn's shoulder. She kissed his cold cheeks, twice.
Glancing past his mother, Sairn saw something. His father was by the door, thanking the Bishop who had presumably brought him back. The door was open and Sairn could not see the Bishop's face apart from the robe and the staff the follower of St. Elimine had.
"It's nothing," the Bishop kindly said. "I've done this many times and seeing the joy of their loved ones is enough to be my payment."
"But please," Sairn's father entreated. "I want you to take this." He held up a tome. Sairn sensed a power from the tome. He saw the Bishop step back in surprise. His father became puzzled and confused. Why had the Bishop reared away from a mere book?
"Ah, as kind as your gesture may be," the Bishop began again in a quivering tone. "I must decline. The road is calling me again and I must answer it. I thank you and your wife for the hospitality. May the blessings of St. Elimine shine upon you and your heirs." The rod of the Bishop emitted a blue glow, washing everything in the house with its light.
"Sure," Sairn's father still held out the tome toward the Bishop. "But I still must insist on you to take this tome. We, Kazuls of Etruria, may not have a lot but we can give you this. We have no need of it and we may never need it again in the future. I must implore of you to take this with you."
"But-" the Bishop began. Sairn's father cut him off.
"Perhaps in your travels you may find a way to destroy this book. Please do it for us, Bishop Renault! I beg of you!" Sairn saw the Bishop carefully taking the tome. The Bishop whispered something to his father in a urgent tone. His father acknowledged the Bishop's comments and followed the man out.
"It's... strange to be back... mother..." Sairn said in a strange off-world tone. "I feel... strange..." His mother continued to hug him ferociously but Sairn can sense the fear in her voice.
"It's nothing more, son, nothing more. Just the shock of being back from the dead." His mother continued to sob. Sairn just sat there in his mother's arms.
He was no longer human.
He was just a construct of flesh and bone with no more human emotions. Like Nergal's Morphs.
Sairn's eyes glowed red. His mind was taken over by an deep and dark instinct. Nothing else was making sense anymore.
Absolutely nothing made sense.
He killed his parents in a year...
... And he did it with no regret.
~~~~~~
Sairn's fist smashed into the mere cinders of a tree. The force of the blow knocked the tree over. Black ashes clung to the Dark Sage's angry knuckles.
He cursed the god who brought him back.
He cursed the Bishop for resurrecting him.
He cursed his parents for requesting it.
~~~~~~
Whoo! Thanks to the _3_ reviewers ("Millennium Slinky", "Dragon's Destiny 2k2", and "Serra21") as of:
Sairn: "February 7th, 2004."
Thanks a lot!
Sairn: Remember that liddle purple button down there? REVIEW!
Stupid muse...
