As Robb walks away to sit down next to the unmoving form of Solomon, you can't help but reflect on the feelings of loss that wash over you. Two warriors, bonded to you in a way that you have never known before, died on this mission, their lives given for the good of the Qalm. How is Adam feeling? Is he overwhelmed with saddness? or is he directing his emotions to stoic purpose? Daruk stands near you, a solemn salute given in respect of Belak's sacrifice. This dwarf is somewhat of a mystery to you as he was thrust into the Qalm well after the bonding ceremony, and his stoic nature makes getting a read on his emotions difficult. Perhaps, now that things have calmed down, you should introduce yourself properly.
Running your hands over the blade that you have forged in memory of Belak, you can't help but reflect on the sadness you feel within. A sadness at the loss of yet another Qalm mate threatens to turn into violent rage, one that burns behind your eyes and in your heart, threatening to overwhelm you. Somehow, you keep a handle on that rage, something calming has gripped you, and turning to you see that even though Nesrin stands side by side with Sven, creating a tunnel that leads to the surface, you catch him looking in your direction. You don't know, but you think that perhaps the calming influence is his doing. Remembering that Isira is by your side, miraculously still alive despite the fact that she, Sol, and Belak were seperated from the rest of the Qalm, you can't help but wonder what she experienced in the tunnels. Perhaps you should ask her what caused her to run off and what she found in her absence.
Taking in the Qalm that now moves around you, you can tell that the assault on the hive weighs heavy on their minds. You know that they lost two warriors and, even though you are not bonded to the group, you can tell that the loss of those warrior still effects them deeply. You notice several new arrivals to the group, the dark elf that lays dead, a high elf female, and a human male, within which you feel the spark of Fire. Also kneeling by the healer Solomon, is another High Elf. You don't know what to make of the group as their ways, even comparing the Dwarf Sven, are strange to you. As you reflect upon this and perhaps reflect upon your desire to be bonded to the group, to help you feel less like an outsider, you see that the human windwalker Adam has turned to you and appears to intend to strike up a conversation.
For several moments sobs wrack your body as the tears stream down your face. The sadness that you feel is so accute that you can't help but give into it, mouring the loss of your Qalm mates, despite the fact that you had only known them for a couple of days, you feel the loss to the depths of your soul. Your eyes fall on Nesrin and you can't imagine what it would be like to lose your entire Qalm as he obviously did. After a short while you are able to get yourself under control, your breathing becomes more regular, and you are able to stem the flow of your tears. You realize that Zacarish still sits next to you, a curious expression on his face as he turns to speak with you.
Robb (Lord Ramo):
Taking a seat next to Solomon's unmoving form, you can tell by the blood that leaks from his nose, eyes, and ears the pyschic assault of the Vicery Queen was much more powerful than any of you could possibly have known. You watch as a high elf, one that you do not recognize though you bears the ivory and crimson of the Tashiri, sits quietly, hands to either side of Solomon's head, obviously engaged in some form of healing. After a short time, the high elf stands and nods wordlessly to you before making his way in Nesrin's direction. Ever so slowly, Solomon begins to stir, finding you at his side as his eyes flutter open. [Ramo we can work out this convo over MSN at your convienence.]
As you work with Nesrin, you reflect on the calming nature of the earth Furies that swarm around you in the dense sandstone. They help you focus at the task at hand, dulling the pain of the loss of yet another Qalm mate. slowly the tunnel makes its way upward, as you take the time to reinforce the sides and top as Nesrin pushes the pathway forward. You are surprised with how easy it is to work with your Hetat and are surprised by the fact that he does not direct your every move, trusting in your abilities to compliment the crafting he works. The mountain of a man that works next to you seems to be overwhelmed with both loss but also with pride. As the cool breeze of the surface, well much cooler in comparison to the oppressive humidity of the Queen's chamber, you take a deep lungful of the fresh air, wondering what lies ahead for you and your brethren.
You are gently shaken out of sleep and as you look up you see Sol standing over you, concern in his eyes. "You alright pointy-ears?" he inquires with a smile as he helps you get to your feet. "It is time to go," he says, jerking his head in the direction of the tunnel formed by Sven and Nesrin. Thankfully you can smell the fresh air coming down the tunnel and, despite the fact that it carries the warmth of the desert on its back, it is a welcome relief to the oppressive heat and humidity that permeates the Queen's chamber. Walking, Sol at your side, you make for the tunnel, desperate to get out of this hellish realm.
Jorn (Spiltpaw the Deceiver):
See previous update as well as the ALL sections that follow. If you don't respond to this update I will be taking control of Jorn as an NPC.
As you all move towards the tunnel, you help each other up its gradual slope accounting for wounds that your healers are just too tired to deal with and fatigue that they can do nothing about. The sunshine of the desert falls on your face and a cool northern breeze blows over you, dispelling the last of the unpleasant suffocating air of the Vicery hive. You see several of the air carriages left behind by various Qalms, their emptiness an unpleasant reminder of the lives lost in the vicious hive hidden below the shifting sand. You are heartned by the fact that in the distance, travelling towards you a reakneck speed are several more air carriages, the miniscule forms of Tashiri Aria flitting around them, an enitre air group sent as reinforcements. You collapse, all of you into one of the empty carriages as the new arrivals touch down. The rumbling bass of Nesrin's voice carries over you as he speaks to the leader of the new group, but the words are unintelligible in your exhaustion. The other's response is loud and clear however and you are relieved to know that the new arrivals are going to retrieve the bodies of the fallen for proper burial at the Talisariat. This announcement causes Sol to bolt uprigth in the seat that he was sprawled in and he quickly leaves the carriage. Though none of you follow, his words are clear as he speaks to Nesrin.
"Isira, Belak, and I discovered something strange in the depths of the hive, "He begins, "I was drawn to a crafting, a fire crafting that at the same time was not a crafting. It felt different, wrong, as if the Furies themselves had been tortured into doing the Crafter's bidding. I know of no Tashiri that would treat Furies in such a manner, it was abhorrent. My point is there is a body of a Tashiri warrior hanging in that cavern, I do not want him forgotten as it seems he was captured and tortured for information." As Sol returns to the carriage and as it takes off, borne by memebers of the air group that accompanied the reinforcments, you all ponder what this development could mean, though its implications are clouded in mystery, Nesrin's look of concern is enough to make you worry about what lies ahead.
Most of you are half asleep with exhaustion as the air carriage touches down on one of the departure platforms near the top of the structure. As you disembark Nesrin beckons you all to follow, "Come younglings, two of our number need to be bonded to us." He leads you all through a part of the Talisariat that you have never been too. The halls hear aren't exactly lavish, but you can tell that they are lovingly maintained by serfs of the order, the furniture is made of more expensive materials, and the there are tapestries and banners depicting the history of the Tashiri. Scenes of battles and people you have never met assail you from all sides.
Nesrin leads you into a small room that contains a large pool of water, very similar to the one that you all saw during the banquet, and from a small, unadorned doorway near the back of the room, the same ageless man that officiated over the original bonding appears. His robe is even more startling white in this small space than it was in the large dining hall. You watch as he approaches Nesrin, clasping his hand warmly, laying an understanding hand on the huge man's shoulder. Something about his demeanor gives tell to the sadness the man in white feels, it is as if, even without Nesrin's report, he knows that many Tashiri were lost in the assualt on the Vicery.
"We all make sacrifices," The man says to Nesrin simply, "But the loss of comrades is especially hard."
Turing to the rest of you, he indicates that you all should place your hands in the pool. Once more the man's power overwhelms you, as it seems to becoming from everywhere around you. Once more the living flames erupt from the surface of the quiet pool, and once more you are assailed with the presence of those that stand with you. Daruk, though the experience is one that had been descirbed to you before, it is one that defies their description. All of a sudden you are privy to the sadness and emotions of those of your Qalm. You are now truly bonded to the Warriors at your side. The rest of you now feel Daruk and Jorn amongst the eddy and flow of the bond.
The man in white looks at you all as the bonding takes hold,"You have all done well my warriors." The possessive here strikes you all as odd, "I feel for your losses, but I take pride in your accomplishments. It is not every new Qalm that can take on a Vicery queen and her brood and live to tell the tale." He takes a deep breath smiling at you all," Go now, rest, I have no further assignments for you for some time."
"Yes Radan," Nesrin's voice echoes in the small chamber. You are all startled to find yourself in the presence of the founder or the Order, but it is short lived as his presence retreats as he passes through the small door and Nesrin leads you all back down the mighty tower to your quarters.
"It is time for a meal and sleep," Nesrin instructs as you arrive in the hallway that leads to your rooms, "Get some rest. Tomorrow we begin training as a group."
[for those of you that interact and want to expand on your conversations get with each other via PM or MSN or the like. If you are interacting with an NPc get with me and we can workout the conversations.]