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Old 03-20-2004, 02:50 PM   #291
Cyril Darkcloud
Lord Soth
 

Join Date: February 7, 2002
Location: New York
Posts: 1,980
Kiria’na [ Ki-ri-ah-NAH]

Swift fly the arrows but she stands unmoving. She smiles as they arrive for she had not anticipated the curious thrill of danger boldly faced and cleverly avoided. The arrows strike with killing force and continue in their motion beyond her laughing form which vanishes leaving only a tattered strip of cloth to dance in the wind where she had seemed to stand. From the other side of the tower she smiles once more, the mark of her mother. The rattling of swords loose from their scabbards produces a defiant narrowing of her eyes and her smile grows thin with a cold grimness, the mark of her father. Boldly she meets the gaze of the great Giant and her speech this time is not the accented clumsiness of a foreigner, but that of one fluent in her own tongue, “Know you this, then, Terrakis. You are not the only child who has received once more a father in these last days.” She turns then to the Mage, the called Larry, “In a place as barren and desolate as this life has been lived and life has been lost close to the sky. A vessel has been broken and a bitter breath has been silenced. A shattered hand that had no right even to move has touched a daughter’s face and a name long unspoken is spoken once more.” As she has spoken the owl, the one named Whisper, has done as was required, silently flying among the distracted onlookers and seizing the wooden ring near the throne. “He wanted you to receive this .....” With these words she tosses to the mage a wooden stick, charred and brittle beyond use and once the handle of an axe through which life was mingled with storm. As the mage reaches outward to catch the stick she smiles.

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