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This was it, they were going to die, even Nesrin looked worried and the dying scream of the Vicery queen was still ringing in their heads. Larvae were crawling from the walls, falling from the ceiling, a steadily growing wave of white, dead looking flesh. They were wriggling across the floor, unstoppable, inexorable.

And then, as suddenly as it had happened, it stopped. The scream ended, the larvae ceased their wriggling and the wall of flesh that had built up collapsed, limp forms rolling away. Belak collapsed, in silence. A pulse rang through the bond as Nesrin slid across to him, but it was too late, he was gone.

Isira collapsed, sitting on the floor and clutching her knees to her chest. SHe was breathing hard, violently and she gulped as she felt tears begin to run down her face. Shock, grief, anger, pain, it was all of them. She'd just been completely overwhelmed by it all. To see someone die, that was nothing, she'd watched people die before, to feel it... to feel it. That was a whole other story, she had a bond with these people and if this was what it felt like when it was only in it's fledgling state how would it feel when she knew them all properly?

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The blasts of air that Adam was sending down onto the queen was beginning to go through its exoskeleton and actually started harming the grotesque thing. The queen flailed as it kept squirming trying to get at Adam who was causing the most damage to it. Robb was determined not to let that happen, and so it appeared that Daruk was stopping that too.

Robb moved between its leg joints, his blade slashing through its weakened spots as he tried to keep its attention, its focus, its wrath on him and not his fellow Tashiri. It was a hard thing to do, even with Daruk hacking away and sending fire at it. Robb moved to strike at its eyes, blind it and it won't be able to attack Adam. Robb could feel the Queen trying to enter his mind, the only way in which it could stop the attacks on itself.

He felt its power growing in his mind as it got more and more desperate, finding his attacks slowing and his moves becoming much more predictable for the Queen. Robb felt the pain stabbing at his head, and dropped to his knees, unable to contain the pain anymore. As it was getting fatal, Adam summoning his strength sent such a powerful wave of air down that it pulverized through the Queen and destroyed its insides.

Robb felt the pain receding from his mind, standing slowly and putting his blade in its sheath as the queen screamed and convulsed as it died. A second after it had died a scream could be heard throughout the hive as the damned Vicery screamed at the loss of their queen. The maggots that had littered the place quickly died, Robb noting how effective its death was.

Robb turned a she felt an emptiness in the bond as one of the Qalm members slipped away from the light, and headed for death. He turned to see Belak lying dead on the ground, poisoned. Solomon collapsed a moment later, the exertion of trying to hold back the queen to give the rest of the Qalm a chance to take on the Queen.

Robb turned as Adam walked over to him and Daruk thanking them both for helping him in defeating the Queen. Daruk nodded wordlessly at him, Robb saying, "We did our duty Adam. You did yours well." With that he made his way over to Solomon, intent on staying by the healers side until he awoke, so that Robb could apologize for his earlier anger at Solomon.

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Sven could quickly tell this battle was far from over. His movement hindered by the knee deep muck of the chmber, combined with his near complete exhaustion, would make fighting this new foe a challenge. Just as quickly as the broodlings had been destroyed, maggots, the spawn of this Vicery queen, had set to their grim task of disposing of the Qualm. Despite their diminuative stature, the sheer volume of the maggots onslaught, combined with a sense of fear in the back of Sven's mind, started to unnerve the Dwarf.

This fear was not instinctual, not a fight or flight response. Sven would surely have fought to the bitter end no matter the odds. This was an induced fear, a psychic attack. There were no words, only images of death and carnage at the maws of these quickly approaching maggots. Rot. Decay.

Solomon was on one knee, Sven could see it. He was unsure if it was real or a hallucination. Batting a maggot off of his shoulder, and crushing another under foot, he noticed he was bleeding. He could hardly hear, hardly think, the sound that followed was soul-piercing. Belak collapsed not far off from Sven, Nesrin called them to fight or die.

Trying to meditate at this point was nearly impossible. The mental attack of the Queen, combined with what Sven could only assume was the venom of the maggots addled his wits. Sven clenched Avalanche, but could not find the strength to swing it. The maggots were closing in, and Belak had still not stirred from where he fell. Sven thought them all lost. "At least we died fighting..." Sven whispered to himself.

Sven gathered what little strength and control he had left into a final defense. The maggots were thick, and Sven did not hope to win, but only to stay his demise a bit longer. Their were maggots climbing up his legs and chewing on his feet, unbearable pain rang through him. He was about to collapse to the sheer weight of his assailants as a screech rang out. The maggots froze, and began to fall from his body and dissolve back into the much from which they came.

Their seemed to be no immediate danger, no enemy movement, only silence. Solomon and Belak were down, if they were to live Sven could not know. Moving towards the group, he could feel something pull at his heart, and he knew that Belak had left them. Sven could only hope that Belak knew that his sacrifice had allowed them all to live. As Nesrin began to form a tunnel to the surface, Sven pitched in, hoping the work would keep his mind from the immediate loss.

As they moved further down the tunnel, towards the surface, towards home, Sven looked back only once. A single tear ran down his cheek as he did. "Go back to the earth my friend. Your climb is complete."

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Aalrik's head continued to spin as he slowly looked up and the world began to make sense again.

He was sprawled on the floor of the cavern. He tasted blood and his cheek and chin felt like they were on fire.
Gingerly, he reached up and touched his cheek. His fingers came away bloody and he winced at the sharp pain, his head spinning and the blackness at the edge of his vision threatening to overcome him again.

"Better not do that again," he thought as the spinning began to slow and the darkness receded, "until I figure out what is going on." Closing his eyes he focused his senses, trying to stop the swirling confusion of images and sensations.

Pain. He felt pain. His face was scraped and cut, and he could feel other abrasions on his legs and arms and there seemed to be a deadening of pain along his back left shoulder. "That is where the most serious wound must be. The pain is so overwhelming that it has actually become numb."

He could taste the sharp salt like taste of the blood and he could feel the skin tightening as it dried on his face and arms and legs.

There was a silence that was a blessed relief from that intense scream of anger and hatred that the queen had projected as she had burst into his mind and overcome him. He remembered vaguely dropping to the rough floor and writhing with the pain, scraping his face, hands and legs raw. He blinked the sweat out of his eyes. She had struck out at him, he remembered the pain across his back and being thrown or kicked from the floor to one of the walls of the cavern.

"I remember feeling Solomon trying to hold off the queen's mental attack. But then nothing....." His eyes flew open. "What happened!" he thought. He rolled to his side and levered himself up so that he could see, his head spinning again from the movement. He forced himself to scan the room.

The queen Vicery lay on the floor twitching feebly. It had been cut in two, the egg sac leaking a white-clear fluid into a pool around her. The maggots had rolled to their back and curled into cresents, dead and unmoving except for the slight opening and closing of their mandibles that could not be stopped even in death. As he watched they began to dissolve into puddles of white clear slime.

Through his pain and dizziness, Aalrik felt the bond between the Qalm tense then he felt the connection with Belek as it severed and, where the Dark Elf's presence in the Bond, there was now emptiness. It was as if a candle had been pinched between two fingers, snuffing the light of Belek's presence from existence.

The emptiness pulled the darkness in around Aalrik's eyes again and he fought to not follow that enticing path back into oblivion and its temporary peace.

"I need to be able to help. Get up, you lazy good for nothing!" He felt like he was shouting but the sound was a whisper.

Then he heard Nesrin's voice and felt his presence expand across the Bond and strength flowed across the Bond with that voice. "Well done, my younglings," Nesrin looked around the room at them all, "Well done."

Aalrik scanned the cavern. Solomon was down as was Belek. The queen was obviously dead. It was her death scream that had knocked him to the floor of the cavern as the mental cry tore through him, despite what Solomon did to soften the mental blow.

Aalrik tried to get his feet under him so that he could rise, but they, strangely, did not want to cooperate. Propped up by his arms, gathering his strength to try again, he watched Nesrin rise, limp to the wall of the cavern and begin to manipulate the Earth furies to open a pathway to the surface.

Aalrik lay down again on the rough floor. "I'll wait a bit. I can't help with the tunnel but I may need to move when it is done." He thought. "We did it. A costly victory but this hive will not harm anyone again." He felt the floor seem to fall away from under him as the darkness began to envelop him and he drifted into sleep.

"I wonder what is next."



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Adam (Serpion5): 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.

Zacarish (Santaire): 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.

Daruk (deathbringer): 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.

Isira (Jackinator): 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.]

Sven (Therizza): 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.

Aalrik (apidude): 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.

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ALL: 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.

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ALL: 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."

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Adam watched Robb leave to kneel beside Solomon. In that moment, Kike connected to the fore of his mind and the rush of emotions she had been subjected to spilled over into his own.

You will not keep hiding from this. She cawed sternly. This is real Adam. If you continue to run, to shift the burden of emotion to me as you have been, you will forever be weaker than me.

You're an idiot. Adam replied, his face twisting into a snarl of irritation at the conversation only he could hear. You have no power over me. You don't exist without me. You've already tried and failed to overcome me. This is your place. If the pain is so powerful, turn it to good purpose and use it to aid in our fight!

Oh I assure you, it will aid us... Kike said threateningly before receeding to the back of his mind like before.

Adam shook the anger from his mind and looked around. Grief was evident on the others, each of them displaying at least some measure of sadness or regret. Even across the bond, most were far from the resolute warriors they had been at first. The battle had taken a toll, and though they were shaken Adam knew the survivors would emerge stronger than they had been before. His eyes came to rest upon the dwarf Daruk, the one who had helped him slay the monstrous queen. Unlike the others, Daruk had not been with the Qualm from the beginning, and as such his mind was as unreadable as his stoic expression.

Adam approached, sitting on the ground a few metres from where the dwarf stood in salute and met his gaze.

'A fine swing you have there. My name is Adam Jameson, Windwalker born of Deidre.' He said. 'In all my years on the streets of Deidre's little towns, I have never met a warrior with the same caliber you displayed today. So tell me Daruk, are all dwarves such formidable fighters? I must confess I've only seen the odd merchant of your people before joining the Tashiri.'


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The world was rocking. Aalrik's brow furrowed as he tried to deny the motion. It continued. He felt himself being pulled up out of the comfortable darkness that was warm and pain free and as he became more aware, the pain of his head and his wounds, and underlying all the painful absence of his Qalm brothers came more sharply into focus.

He heard a voice, low and quiet, "You alright, pointy ears?" Aalrik opened his eyes, squinting against the dim light. Sol was kneeling over him, gently shaking his shoulder with a humorless smile on his face. "It is time to go." he said, nodding over his shoulder and helping Aalrik to his feet.

Aalrik glanced in the direction he nodded and saw sunlight streaming down into the cavern. Specks of dust swirled in the gentle breeze that moved down the newly crafted tunnel to the surface. Aalrik breathed deeply of the fresh air, surprised at the strength that flowed into him with the wholesome sweetness of the desert air. His head began to clear and he began to move purposely forward, stepping away from Sol. As the air freshened he began to smell the fetid stench of the cavern of the hive.

"Frell. I could not tell how bad the air was in that bilious hell hole." He swallowed hard, trying to keep from vomiting and quickened his step. He needed to get outside....now.

He felt as if he were being reborn as he stepped out of the moist fetid air of the tunnel into the sharp clear desert air. His body rejoiced as he felt the toxins from the hive leave his body with every breath and the pain begin to fade to a dull ache.

He let his eyes focus in the distance, finding the horizon and the small specks of movement that approached. It felt so good to let his vision reach out to its maximum instead of being confined in the small dark confines of the cave systems.

Strength flowed back into him as he felt the slight traces of untarnished plant life of the desert flora and reached out to caress the furies of the plants, drawing a sense of peace and wholeness from their presence and their featherlight traces of life force.

He moved along with the remaining members of the Qalm as they limped to one of the air carriages they had used to come here. As he began to feel himself coming back to life, he became more aware of his comrades and the condition they were in.

As Robb and Solomon slowly emerged from the tunnel, it was clear from the blood traces that Soloman had been seriously wounded. He moved gingerly across the desert sands toward the carriages they had arrived in with Robb following. Isira was with Zacarish and they were talking in low voices. Aalrik could see from the grimy streaks on her cheeks that she had been crying. As he watched she brushed her sleeve across her eyes, smearing the moistened dust even more. Adam and the dwarf, Daruk, are moving ahead of Aalrik toward the carriages, the dwarf's low rumbling voice carrying clearly to Aalrik's elven ears. While a solid presence, the dwarf seemed preoccupied and, in Aalrik's opinion, a bit distant. "I must get to know him," Aalrik thought, "without him we would have been even more sorely pressed. His ax and his spirit saved our hides at least once in the battle."

They were all wounded and suffered from battle shock that weighed down on them as the adrenline that had sustained them during the battle faded and their exhaustion took hold.

Aalrik opened the door of the carriage. "Damn, how long was it that we arrived here. It feels like it was forever." he thought as he lowered himself onto the seat and felt his body began to relax of its own accord.

Outside Aalrik heard the sounds of the arriving Tashiri landing and the low voice of Nesrin greeting the reinforcements and it commander but he couldn't make out the words, but Sol stiffened and sat up and stepped from the carriage. His voice cut through the sharp air of the desert. "Isira, Belak, and I discovered something strange in the depths of the hive, " Sol began, "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." Painfully, Aalrk pulled himself to his feet and began to step out of the carraige, checking his bow and its string. The commander of the replacements said they would retrieve the tortured Tashiri along with their battlebrothers and Sol stepped back into the carriage. It immediately lifted into the air, dropping Aalrik into his seat.

From the window of the carriage , he watched as the desert floor dropped beneath him and felt the car begin to accelerate.

"We survived...well most of us, " he thought grimly of their battle-brothers who fell and the manner of their deaths. "We won the victory, but we will wear the scars of the war forever," he thought, shuddering. In silence he watched the ground below until the rocking of the airborne carriage and the dull pain that he had been denying lured him back down into forgetfull oblivian and he fell asleep.


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Zacarish stood still, gazing down at the sword and shield that rested over Belak’s lifeless body. Just a slight pulse and a life gone. Another Dark Elf dead of an already dwindling population. I will never forget your sacrifice he swore silently. Another voice in his head, a promise he had made to his father the day he left to be trained.

“I will return,” the young Zacarish swore. His father gave a sad smile. “Do not make promises you cannot keep my son.”

But, for better or for ill, Zacarish swore to remember Belak.

The sadness was foremost in his mind but rage boiled just beneath the surface, a fire in his eyes and an acid in his heart. Such rage should have consumed him utterly and left naught but a shell, a rage driven beast to release upon the foe. But he kept a hold of it. Something, or someone, was aiding him in controlling the rage and hate that coursed through his veins.

Turning his head slightly he caught sight of Nesrin gazing at him even as he worked the crafting with Sven to open up a path to the surface. Nesrin’s gaze, containing its own sadness told Zacarish that despite the turmoil of his emotions, the heartbreak, Nesrin had suffered this many times over as his Qalm was slowly whittled down until only he remained. And though he did not know, if asked to guess Zacarish would say Nesrin was aiding him in his struggle against the rage in his heart. He nodded respectfully to the Hetat.

He suddenly remembered that Isira was standing next to him, still alive despite her, Sol and Belak having sprinted off into the tunnels and, he thought with a wry smile, getting him almost torn apart by Nesrin for attempting to follow them against orders. He also thought, more seriously this time, that it was probably his confession to Nesrin about the power of his rage were what made the Hetat know to help him stay calm after the loss of two Qalm members. When Djinn had died it had been useful, making him faster, stronger and altogether more lethal. But if it consumed him when there were no foes to vent it on, where there was nothing for him to use it against then it would destroy him utterly.

So he silently thanked Nesrin again for the aid in controlling the otherwise consuming rage.

He was about to ask where they had gone and why she had gone with them but, seeing her sobbing with tears streaming down her face settled instead for laying a hand on her arm. She visibly flinched and he lifted his hand from her shoulder, suddenly aware of what horrors must have been inflicted upon her in her childhood to make her so shy and nervous. “While we yet breathe we will not forget him Isira,” he said softly. “He has gone, and maybe to a better place where the world is at peace. All we can do for him now is to honour his sacrifice by making it worth something...”

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/OOC Midge913 I have taken a some liberties, as I find it incredible hard to write myself into events that have allready happen and been described, without having been a part of it. If its too much, I will ofcourse delete and try to rewrite it.

Eldur Liekki was exhausted as he went toward his room, simply content to collapse in his room. It had been a trying and eventful day, that defied everything he had been taught, but still he would not have been here, alive and bonded to a qalm of tested and tried tashiri.

That they had been in the presence of Radan, the founder of the Tashiri, during the bonding had hardly registered in Eldur's mind. His mind exhausted and being flooded with the feelings and sensations of the others in the Qalm. All of which was equally exhausted, even thou some hid it better than others. All of them thouched somehow by the losses to there qalm, which Eldur was a new addition. Eldur still felt like and outsider, as he had not fought so much with them, as forexample the other new addition the dwarf had done. Eldur had mostly fought by himself, protecting the qalm from being assailed by enemy reinforcements.

Eldur had been a part of the tashiri reinforcements that had been sent to the Vicery hive, even thou he only had become Tashiri a few weeks before. Just as so many others, all uninitiated into the bloody business of war. Eldur had realised on the travel in the air carriage, that he had a small advantage, he had taken life before in anger and desperation. And even thou he had been visible nervous, not like the dwarf that was also in the carriage, it was clear that he had seen battle before, and that it was more than likely he anticipated it. Which showed itself, as the carriage had landed at the vicery hive. Some had moved east some west, there guide had led them to a nearby group of Tashiri, that had allready been fighting for there lives. Wounded and dying laying amongst them. As Eldur had kept respectful distance to them all, not wanting to intrude on there business before ordered to, the dwarf had immediately mingled with the group, as one of his race had been injured. The Hetat, that Eldur realised must be the man Nesrin there guide had asked for, greeted the dwarf personally in what Eldur could hear was the dwarf language, thou he did not understand what was being said.

Eldur's brownish armour and small stature had made him more or less blend into the background of the hive structure, so he had gone largely undetected or at least the others Tashiri simply did not have the energy to recognize his presence. Nesrin did make a little nod to Eldur, indicating that he should follow the group in, as they moved deeper into the bowels of the hive.

Then Eldur was met with the horrors of battle and blodshed, as he fought together with his fellow tashiri towards the heart of the Vicery hive to its queen. As the others fought at the frontline meeting the enemy head on, Eldur had stayed behind, covering the others backs. His spear, and the powers of fire, excellent tools to block of the narrow tunnels, making the Vicery soldiers unable to lauch serious assaults from the rear, reinforcing the massive guardians or the queen. Wounding and killing several of the Vicery just out of sight and hearing. Eldur was not with the Qalm either, as the queen was killed. Eldur busy fending off a enraged guardian, desperate to reach its queen. Eldur using all his skills and his Fire bison Kebakaran to block the entrance into the queens lair. A fight that almost cost his life, before the death scream of the queen had assailed all his senses, making Eldur blackout. As he came to, the massive guardian simply lay dead.

What felt like days, but was only moments later Eldur was following Nesrin and his group out of the Hive. Boarding a air carriage together with the group, Eldur still felt he was at the wrong place, that even thou the Dwarf also was new to the group, he had been seen and become respected by the other Tashiri, for his direct involvement in there victory. Eldur just sat in the corner of the carriage, trying to come up with something to say, but his lips stayed silent.

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It was tedious work, shaping the tunnel with Nesrin but Sven would have it no other way. The calming nature of the Earth Furies, combined with the ever watchful presence of Nesrin helped to take Sven's mind off of the severity of their losses. Hard work had always been in Sven's nature, and now more than ever he took what little joy he could in helping to shape the tunnel that would take his Qalm out of that hell-pit, the Vicery lair.

Sven would glance over at Nesrin from time to time and, despite being consumed in his work of shaping their route, Sven sensed their Hetat's pain at the loss of so many Qalm-mates. Sven thought to ask his Hetat how many Tashiri he had seen die, but kept his thoughts to himself as they worked their way to the surface.

The stone had turned into dirt, and eventually sand. Eventually, they broke through to the surface, the cool air a reprieve from the oppressive humidity of the underground. Taking a deep breath, Sven's demeanor lightened as he looked to the distance to see a group of air carriages heading towards their location. Grasping the sand with his feet, Sven leaned against one of the empty air carriages that had brought them there in the first place. Closing his eyes, he tried to rest as best he could until their transport arrived.

As the carriages touched down, Sven was roused by Aalrik to board one. Doing so, Sven closed his eyes once again, trying to rest and forget the grizzly images burnt into his mind while inside the Hive. When they arrived, Nesrin beckoned them to a small room, as there were new members to be bonded to their Qalm. In a ceremony similar to their initiation night, Daruk and Jorn were bonded to their Qalm, and Sven could immediately feel a sense of healing, as even though his former Qalm-mates had passed on, they were honored by these new members.

Sven could not think anymore. So much had happened, in so little time and he simply wanted to sleep. Nesrin's words echoed in the hallway as he made his way to his bunk, "Get some rest. Tomorrow we begin training as a group." Although exhausted, Sven was ready to train again, to learn the art of combat with his Qalm, to improve his mettle as a Tashiri.

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