The Eternal Conflict

Ithenas

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i've got a few chapters of this written out all ready and i'll try to update w/ a new once ever couple of weeks, in the mean time enjoy.

Chapter One: Reunited

The artic cold bit relentlessly at her flesh through the clothes she wore. She shivered, turning her back towards the icy wind blowing from the southeast up the hill. She wrapped her dark brown leather cloak tightly around her body. It was insulated so it offered some protection from the harsh, bitter wind tearing at her body. She took a deep breathe and exhaled through her mouth. The warm breathe rushed up from her throat and caught the cool air as it exited her body, turning into what looked like white smoke as it did. She turned her head slightly to the right and looked down her shoulder and off into the distance. Another cool blast of wind whipped over the hill past her, kicking up her shoulder length, sandy blonde hair as it blew past. As her hair loosely fell back down over her eyes she caught a glimpse of one of the people, broken up by her hair, she had ventured to the northlands to meet. “Ithenas, you’ve made it I see,” the tall slender figure said as he walked towards her. He extended his right hand towards her, expecting her to grab hold and shake it, but she lunged forward and wrapped her arms around her old friend, partly because she was glad to see him, partly because she felt like she was freezing to death. “Hello, Dresdan,” she said as she squeezed him a little tighter, trying to stay warm. He could feel her small, Hume body shaking and in response he wrapped his long elvaan arms around her and held her tightly against him.

Dresdan was a tall, tan skinned Elvaan with shaggy white hair. He wore a tall, pointed, black hat on his head. The front half of the wide circular brim was a light brownish color. A white triangle, embroidered with gold thread went from the brim to the tip of the hat. A brown leather, black buckled, collar adorned his neck. He wore a forest green osode that looked slightly like the gi that monks typically wore. There was a pumpkin orange strip around the waist. A pouch hung down from the front of the strip that was the same color as the brim of his hat. Slightly above that was a metallic cumber bun that held tight around his belly. Four wings were engraved into the metal, two on either side of the naval. There were also two large metal plates that hung off of the shoulders of the osode, as well as three similar plates that hung from the waist, protecting upper parts of his hips and buttock. His hands were covered with a pair of large mittens. They were a light shade of lavender mostly; however the ring around the base and the palms had an off-white cream color to it. He also wore a pair of hiadate that extended down past the knee. They were same color his body armor, and like his body armor they had a pumpkin orange him around the base of them. His feet were protected by a pair of black sollorettes, they had several, small, diamond shaped, deep purple pieces of metal that ran the length of his shin down to about his ankles. A large great axe hung from his back, attached to his body by a brown leather strap that hugged tightly across his chest, starting at his left collar bone and wrapping around to about eight inches below his right armpit, then circled back up around his back to support the weight of the hulking axe.

Ithenas wore much the same armor as Dresdan; however small differences were apparent. The hiadate she wore looked almost exactly like Dresdan’s, except that they only went down about half the length of her thigh, dark brown hose that ran out from under the shorts and down to just slightly above her knee. Her forearms were covered by a pair of kote that were the same forest green shade as her osode and hiadate. They were black around the hands and they exposed the last 2 joints of all her fingers. On the outside of the kote were fixed metallic plates like the ones that hung from her shoulders and waist. The armor she wore around her lower legs was also completely different from anything else she had on. They were clothe mostly, light brown in the front and baby blue around the calf, wrapping around and coming together just below the knee, forcing the brown cloth to come to a point there as well. The same brown color clothe hung down from the top of the knee to its bottom, and ran around the back of the leg. A small decorative piece of the blue fabric came out from the top of that making a small lace like motif. She had a tan colored axe with a dirt brown handle hanging from the left side of her belt, and there was a rather plain looking one sided dagger with a wooden handle hanging from the right.

She had left Dresdan’s embrace and was now using her axe to hack some limbs off of one of the dead, twisted trees that had been left when one of the Mother crystal towers had exploded in the northlands thousands of years before. “Let me help you with that,” Dresdan said as he walked over towards the tree, removing his axe off his back. Ithenas turned and walked a few yards away and then turned back around. Dresdan wrapped his gloved hands around the ruby red neck of the axe and slowly pushed it back diagonally over his shoulder. With a blur of red and black the axe crashed into the base of the dead tree. The base exploded in a cloud of splinters under the might of the blow and the torqued remains of the tree slowly began to topple over. Unsatisfied, Dresdan reared back his axe once more and twisted his waist and shoulders and brought the axe violently into the base of the tree again, this time the axe cut clean through the base. The tree plummeted towards the ground and struck it with a thud. The ground forced back as it were, and the tree bounced up a down a few times before finally coming to rest on the frozen surface of the tundra. “Show off” Ithenas snickered as she pulled her evergreen colored bow from her back and fished for an enchanted arrow in her quiver. Frost has formed on the string of the bow and most of it had turned into a thin sheet of ice, but she notched the arrow anyway. As she pulled the string towards her the ice cracked and shattered in objection to the bowing. The string tight Ithenas loosed it. The string violently snapped back into its starting position, knocking the rest of the ice off as it did. The arrow cut through the air with a faint whistling noise as it rocketed towards the fallen tree, it struck the tree with a “thunk” and nothing happened. Dresdan stared at the arrow sunk into the tree, confused, and then he looked up at Ithenas a shrugged.
“What was that for?”
“To make a fire.”
“Was that a fire arrow or something?”
“Yes.”
“A dud?”
“Nope.”
Ithenas said a quick incantation and smoke started to smolder out of the small hole in the tree around the shaft of the arrow, then it erupted in a small mushroom cloud of smoke and flame and then settled back down engulfing the fallen tree. Dresdan who was rather surprised by the fiery explosion fell back on his haunches. Ithenas laughed and went over by her friend. She took a small, rolled up, far eastern rug from one of her bags and unrolled it on the ground and took a seat by the fire. Dresdan, who had recovered his composure, did likewise. They sat by the fire for a while exchanges stories of adventures they had been on since they had last met. They were waiting for the last member of their group to show up before starting off on whatever suicidal adventure Dresdan had concocted for them this time around.

Another Elvaan approached them, she was fair skinned and slightly shorter than Dresdan, who dwarfed Ithenas as they sat by the fire. She had shoulder length white hair, and her bangs were cut short just above her eye lashes, but where parted in the middle so that they caressed the side of her face as she walked. She wore forest green pants that matched nothing else she had on; yet somehow seem to naturally fit in. They were sewn together using a very rare cloth and the finest hair of a siren. There was light green embroidery around the bottom of the slacks, which resembled the ocean's waves. On her feet and hands she wore a navy blue armor with light blue embroidery that was specially made for females of the Elvaan race. She wore a tabard that was typical wear for a red mage. It was blood red with stripes down the sides of a darker shade of the same color. There was a wide black stripe that ran down the front and back of the armor with brown straps and golden buckles on either side of the stripe. The sleeves were black and had a red shoulder guard with golden patterns embroidered on it. A white collar was around her neck and she wore a red ascot sort of like one would wear a tie. She also wore a red chapeau that had a black top and a large, white feather on the left side. She had a blue anelace hanging from her waist; the edge of the blade was trimmed in gold. She also had a small brown aspis attached to her arm with brown leather straps. It had a light brown edge and had three brown stripes down the center, medium shade, to dark, then back again.

“Greetings,” she said. Ithenas and Dresdan stood up from the fire and turned to see their friend. “Damita!” Ithenas exclaimed as she rushed towards her. She tackled Damita, almost knocking her down, and gave her friend a hug. Ithenas let go and took a step back and raised her head, putting her right hand behind it as she did, to look at her friends face. She smiled. Damita simply smiled back. Dresdan, who was laughing, strode over and shook hands with Damita.
“Good to see you Damita, it’s been a while.”
“Yes, yes it has.”
Dresdan grinned a bit as she used one of his token lines. Ithenas had taken an arrow out of her quiver and was balancing it vertically, head down, in the palm of her left hand. “So…” she paused for a second as a light breeze of arctic air caught the feathers at the top of the shaft and caused the arrow to begin its fall. She swiped at it with her right hand and caught it around the middle of the shaft. “Where to?” she questioned as she lowered her hands to her side. The three stared at each other for a few seconds, no one was answering. Damita put her hands on her hips and cocked her head over her right shoulder, staring at Dresdan.
“What?”
“This is your brain child isn’t it?”
“Yeah, so?”
“Lead the way then!” she said, and then she blew a raspberry at him. He turned north and being walking, Damita and Ithenas hurried up by him, flanking him on either side. For the time being, they were content with each others company, sharing stories and cracking jokes at the expense of the others.
 
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Sry it's late....

Chapter Two: The Ascension

The powder like snow that blanketed the ground of Xarcabard crunched underfoot as it compacted under their weight. Three sets of tracks were left in the snow behind them, each had its own unique shape, size, stride, and depth. But they all had the same direction, the only remaining above-ground structure in the northlands, the den of the Shadow Lord, guarded by an army of fierce demons and beastmen, Castle Zvahl. After about forty five minutes they reached the bottom of the icy hill that lead up the towering, black, granite walls that surrounded the baileys of the castle. The conversations that had been carrying on previously had now ceased, as the trio looks up towards the gate entrance. “Looks like I’m up” Ithenas said. She unclipped the leather mantle she had been wearing and rolled it up. She reached into her sack and pulled out a small, rolled, cloth cape, and put her leather mantle in the sack. Ithenas held the cape out in front of her and let gravity do the unrolling. Then with a circular motion of her arms she whisked the cape up, around her shoulders, over her head, and then clipped it into place. While it offered much less protection from the harsh artic cold, the cloth did have a very interesting, and useful, quality. It was made out of a kind of mirror cloth that would reflect the aspects of its immediate surroundings. She turned to Dresdan. “Kiss for good luck?” He stared at her. She shrugged and turned to Damita. “Kiss for good luck?” Damita laughed. Ithenas smiled, “See you at the top,” and she began to sneak off up the hill. She disappeared almost immediately. This isn’t going to be easy, she thought to herself. Dusk was slowly setting in over the northlands, so the daunting task of eliminating the demons that guarded the tiered path to the gate didn’t seem as complicated. She drew her dagger. A demon was standing in front of her, its back turned. She charged, swift and silent like a wolf. The demon turned, its fiery eyes burned as it cast its gaze directly at her, its sword raised in the air. Ithenas leaped. Metal passed through skin, tissue, and bone indiscriminately. Then it punctured the heart.

“It’s been quite some time, I hope she’s ok,” Damita said, looking up at Dresdan. “I’m sure she’s…o…k,” his speech tapered off and he looked towards the sky above the granite walls of the bailey.
“What?”
“I thought I heard something.”
“Like what?”
“I’m not sure; it sounded like a feint whistling.”
Damita opened her mouth to speak again but Dresdan raised a hand, silencing her. “Now I’m sure I heard something,” he said. Split seconds later an arrow was sticking upright a few feet in front of them, then another right next to it. “Looks like its clear,” he smiled. They began their trek up the hill, following the few tracks left behind by their scout. They approached Ithenas, sitting just in front of the gate. She was sitting on the corpse of a demon, there were some arrows stuck in the snow next to her, and she was holding a whet stone. She stopped grinding the head of the arrow against the stone and quickly placed the arrows back in her quiver. As she lifted her weight off of the demon it convulsed, Damita mumbled a few words in a language that Ithenas didn’t understand, ancient elvaan, she figured. Dresdan barely heard the phrase. What little vapor was in the air solidified around the demon, it was frozen solid in a block of ice.
“It was already dead ya know.”
“Didn’t want to take any chances”
She grinned and the three pushed open the gates and entered the bailey.

The grim stink of rot and waste filled their nostrils as the entered in through the massive furor that preceded the processional walk way that wound lead them through the lower parts of the castle. Surprisingly the entrance wasn’t nearly as well guarded as they thought it would be. There were a few floating eyes patrolling up and down the hallways, as well as an occasional demon. Ithenas was still wearing her camouflage cape and she walked slightly ahead of the other two. She approached a corner and rested her back up against the wall and peered around. There was an eye, alone, flying away from them. Ithenas motioned to Damita. Damita muttered a phrase as the eye turned, it caught a glimpse of her before darkness consumed its vision and it fell to the ground, asleep. As they passed Dresdan decided it best that they not give the beast a chance to wake. He cleaved his axe down into the soft tissue of the sleeping creature, splattering blood and gore along the floor and up the opposite wall. There were a few more similar occasions. Ithenas dispatched a demon with her skills in archery. Dresdan killed another eye with a small throwing axe that he always kept handy. Damita fried one with a Fire spell, the stench of burning flesh filled the air around them, luckily, it was already so rank that it went unnoticed by the rest of the patrols. They came to a fork in the path. Dresdan unrolled a map and studied the layout of the various paths. Straight ahead of them was a bridge with a barred gate on the other end. It was flanked on either side by a trio of blazers. However other than the dead end that lay straight before them the other paths seemed to lead to the same destination independent of which one was taken. Dresdan rolled up the map. The group took a left turn down a long corridor. More blazers framed a staircase that led down into a small maze that protected the exterior of the keep. Stealthily decapitating a demon in their way, they went on so far undetected. Dresdan was beginning to wonder how long this luck would last. As if to answer his thoughts and wayward goblin appeared in the doorway before them. It fled before one of the trio could do something about it. “Looks like we’re about to be into it up to our necks” Damita said with a roguish grin creeping across her face. The other two nodded and quickly prepared themselves for whatever might be now heading their way. Ithenas stepped around the corner and fired and arrow through the face of the first creature she saw.

Elsewhere in the castle their objective was chained to a pair of cross beams that jutted out from the floor forming an X behind her. She was a young elvaan woman who hailed from the city of San d’Oria. Had it not been for the lashings and cuts that covered her body she would have been considered a very beautiful individual. She was mostly nude, with the last few scraps of clothing covering her chest and hips. Even they were torn and tattered from the abuse she had been put through. A greater demon sat in a chair about fifteen feet away from her. He was slightly larger than the two demons that flanked his seat. He had a mess of scar tissue in the place of his left eye which made him look like he was always giving a wink of twisted hope to his victims. “Simply answer my one question and the pain will stop.” He had little intention of easing the Elvaan’s pain; he was thoroughly enjoying her torture. She raised her head in defiance and spat at him. He stared at her and slammed his fist into the arm of his chair causing it to splinter. Leather cracked across her stomach leaving another bloody lash on her body. The demon on the left side of the chair rolled his whip back up and let its length fall to the ground again, loosely holding the handle. Her body recoiled in pain; her legs tensed and pulled up towards her torso. Her eyes winced, the heat and pain of the new wound was racing through her body. But she did not cry out. The greater demon laughed. “You will tell me of the Light Bringer, Lady Seena, whether you want to or not.” The three demons left the room and Seena’s body fell limp, suspended by the chains that bound her to the wall. Her chest rose and fell heavily as she wheezed with pain.

Ithenas quickly stepped back around the corner, she was breathing slightly faster than normal. A volley of bolts and arrows flew passed the opening of the corridor. The projectiles crashed into the granite wall opposite the attackers, some bounced off and fell to the floor, others shattered into small pieces before doing the same. “Any good ideas?” she asked looking to the others. Damita shrugged. Dresdan retrieved his great axe from its sling. “I’ve got one, brace yourselves.” The toothed axe rose high above his head as he extended his long arms. He heaved it forward. The powers of gravity combined with the torque of his body sent the head of the axe violently crashing into the granite floor. The floor cracked. “Hmmm…” he raised the axe again for a second try. The axe fell again, this time the broken shards of granite shot out from around the stuck area. The whole building seemed to quake under the might of the second blow. “You’ll have to tell me how you did that someday,” Damita said, but Dresdan was already gone. He had charged around the corner into the fray. The horde of beastmen was trying to gain a steady footing again. He sank his axe deep into the metallic shell of a Quadav as he charged into melee range. Damita and Ithenas rushed around the corner behind him. “Dresdan, look out!” He was very sure of his melee skills and was positive that no attack was coming at him that he could not block or dodge. He turned to see Ithenas lacing six arrows between and around her grip on her bow and realized what she meant. He dropped to the floor. A split second later a volley of arrows whistled over his head and struck different beasts in the advancing mob, each fell backwards under the force of the impacts. One of the arrows had struck the Quadav whose body stilled laid claim to the head of Dresdan’s axe. It fell backwards and see-sawed on its round shell, wrenching the axe from Dresdan’s grip. He rose and took hold of the hilt of the axe and with a twisting flick of his arm the axe rotated in the wound, releasing the suction that held it in place. The remaining motion in his arm tore it from its place of rest, back into his grip.

They had been fighting in a gully, Dresdan, Ithenas, and Damita were wondering if they would be able to get through the horde before more of the enemy came up on top the ledge and began attacking down on them. Dresdan put the thought out of his mind; he knew it wouldn’t matter if he didn’t stay alive here. It was rumored among his friends that he was trained in an ancient melee art. Ithenas always put down the rumors whenever she heard them, probably because she knew it was true. A forgotten sect of the Elvaan race, few existed today, except in legend. The Kwutua. They had mastered the art of close range combat in a way that almost impossible to comprehend. Ithenas looked up at Dresdan as she reached for another arrow in her quiver. If she had had any doubts about the friend’s sacred lineage and training, this display would have erased them. He was in the fray, spinning his axe as if it were a staff, proving that its head wasn’t the only deadly end. He gracefully side stepped and parried attacks, using the momentum of the enemy movement to pull them off guard and leave them vulnerable. A Yagudo lunged at him; he brought up his axe to his side, blocking the strike. He pushed his arms back and the Yagudo tumbled forward. He dropped the head of the axe to the ground, rolled his wrists, and brought it up into the beast’s stomach. The massive bird retched blood. More by the force of gravity than of his own the axe fell out of the beast’s stomach, closely followed by a mass of intestine and blood. He used the falling weight to his advantage. His arms torqued the axe around, the dull back end of the head caught a goblin under the chin and sent it spiraling end over end into a wall. His wrists twisted again. The axe hung above his head for a split second before it fell squarely on the Yagudo’s back, cutting the creature in two. He rotated his body, turning his back to horde for a brief moment. The momentum of the falling axe shifted with the rotation. The axe flowed laterally through bone and tissue. Blood erupted along the crescent path that it had cut through several of the horde. The mortally wounded beasts fell over. Blood pooled on the floor, it was half an inch deep already, and growing with every slash of his axe. Damita had chosen not to engage in this melee. Partly because they were in small quarters and she didn’t want to get waylaid by Dresdan’s axe. Instead she stood back and engaged in her own form ranged combat. An Orc was vaporized as several bolts of lightning lashed down at it from the sky. Another quick incantation followed and a Yagudo was reduced to a smoldering pile of feathers. Ithenas was standing next to Damita, firing off arrow after arrow with precision accuracy. Dresdan may have been trained in by the ancient Kwutua, but the way his muscles rippled still telegraphed his next swing if one was watching close enough. Ithenas was firing in such a way to cover whichever side he was slightly less protected on.

Ithenas felt something, an unusual sensation. It wasn’t pain, at least not at first, it was more like heat, white hot heat pushing into her back, just below her left collarbone. She looked down to see the bloody head of a bolt protruding from the left side of her chest, just slightly above her bosom. She turned to see a goblin up on the edge of the wall behind her, it was holding a crossbow. The stubby creature quickly turned to flee. Ithenas groped at her back, securing an arrow in her grip. She ran the arrow along the back side of her left hand; it came to rest on top of hand on the outside of the bow. She hooked the arrow, bowed the string with a wince, and fired. The arrow spiraled towards the goblin. It struck the creature’s soft armor high on its back. Tissue and blood spewed from around the head of the arrow in a conical fountain. With a fist sized hole in its back, the goblin fell to the floor, dead.
 
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