Aelia had just seen this woman take down a bar full of thugs and rotters single handed. She was now demanding that Auewen explain why a raider like him was picking a fight with a sea elf. Aelia didn’t want Sasha to hear this story from the burley seaman, she had to find a way to control the way the story was being told. That was why she did what came naturally to a sea elf, to a siren like her. She began with a low hum, letting it slip into the brains of those round her without them even noticing. Slowly the pitch increased and with it the way her melody would interfere with the brain. The few patrons of the pub still awake and alive were already going glassy eyed as the siren spell was weaved. Aelia could see jaws going slack and hands falling by their sides just as had happened so many times before.
Even Auewen was slipping into trance for her. He had realised what she was doing and was actively trying to resist, she could see the sweat forming on his brow, but he was sinking too. One powerful note, the release of one power chord, and he would resist no longer. It would have been so easy if he’d fallen like this when she had entered the bar, the whole fight could have been avoided. But Auewen wasn’t her concern anymore.
Sasha Ebonhart was the real target of this song. She was an incredible warrior, with an incredible blade, this was the warrior she needed, the one the compass had been guiding her to. She was so focused on Auewen that she hadn’t heard the song slipping into her ear. Her mind had been slowing as the song took effect. Her thoughts were clouding as she waited for Auewen’s answer. She could hardly even remember the question. No. She shook her head slightly. Something was wrong. She closed her eyes, she reached for her focus. She could hear the song. The sea elf she’d tried to save was trying to enslave her now. She would not allow that.
Spinning on her heels, Sasha faced Aelia, crossing the space between them at inhuman speed, she grabbed her by the collar of her bloodied outfit. A simple movement and she was slammed into the pubs wall. The hand on the throat of Aelia was stopping her song, meaning those she’d started to trance were coming out of it just as Sasha had, including Auewen.
“That’s what she’d tried on us,” Auewen explained, “the stupid sea cow tried to enslave us for her little vengeance mission.”
“Vengeance mission?” this seemed to grab Sasha’s attention.
“Yeah, her little strumpet of a girlfriend got in over her head and got herself killed now she wants revenge.”
“That’s not how it happened,” Aelia choked out, “Krath lied... Heather wouldn’t…”
Sasha suddenly let Aelia go. She gulped down breaths as she found herself still leaning against the wall.
“Why don’t you tell me how it happened.”
Sasha led Aelia back inside, getting them both a beer, leaving Auewen to slope off. Aelia began telling the story of her and Heather, from how they met to her returning to the Rusted Trident that night. She was a sucker for a sob story, Aelia’s tale was like many she’d heard before. She understood the desperation that had led Aelia to use her natural gifts the way she had. She understood Aelia’s desire for vengeance. She knew she was going to agree to help like she always did. When Aelia finished Sasha stood up.
“Looks like we’ve got some pirates to find.”
But is one woman, even one this skilled and powerful, enough to go against Krath alone?
Yes, they should go before the trail gets too cold
No, he’s too dangerous, they need more help
Yay! I'm helpful!So a friend of mine, and really good writer, :iconPhantasam114: has finished up Series 1 of Rush, the Fastest Girl in the World. She's his OC and he's done some seriously good stories that you can find here: http://phantasam114.deviantart.com/gallery/59330633/Rush-Series-1
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It was a bank holiday. Billy and his family had gone away on vacation after holding a vote on where to go. Billy was over the moon when his destination of choice won. He’d voted for Wiltshire, home of Stonehenge. He was eager to discover what had happened to Shadow Arrow and if they could still save her. First that would mean finding a way to reach her. There were lots of rumours surrounding Stonehenge; some believed it was part of some summoning rituals. In the past, Billy would have
Barcu sat at his desk, his once proud mane of seaweed green hair had long since turned silver. He had been in the embassy for a long time, far longer than anyone else working there. Many would see his posting there, in the Sea Elf embassy in Osiinaah, as a punishment; Barcu knew the truth of course, the fact was his king trusted him to look after his affairs on land more than any other. Barcu was an experienced mage, a former general in the king’s army, and a skilled diplomat, he was also an Elderin the Order of Animus. He thought he’d pretty much seen it all. Though the ruckus coming from down the corridor was, at the very least, unusual. He got to his feet to see what was going on when a young Sea Elf woman, by the looks of her mystic aura she was a Siren, burst through the door, she appeared to have blood spattered over her form. Hal, Barcu’s secretary, trailed in behind her looking apologetic.
“I’m sorry sir,” Hal stammered, “I tried to stop her, I really did.”
“I need to talk to you about Krath and the Deliverance,” this woman demanded.
The name caught Barcu’s attention.
“It’s okay Hal,” Barcu told the frightened young man who was looking at the Siren, “I will deal with this.”
Hal was happy to get out of there. He nodded to his boss and shrank back through the door, eyes still on the woman that had stormed the embassy.
“We are not used to such arrivals,” Barcu said as he poured two glasses of black wine, “if you were not of Sea Elf stock you wouldn’t even have made it passed the front door.”
She knocked the glass of wine from his hand as he moved to offer it to her.
“Save the pretty words,” she snapped at him, “I want to know if you have a file on Krath!”
“And if we do?”
“I want it!”
She stared into his eyes, a rage burning there. He was a legend among his people, very few would unflinchingly stare back at him, this young lady was in a desperate situation.
“What did he do to you?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“No, you want to lose yourself in an oblivion of rage, to seek him out and face him for some perceived crime. Tell me what he did. Even on land crimes of a Sea Elf upon a Sea Elf fall within our traditions and laws.”
He placed a hand on her forehead and she felt a feeling of calm pass through her like a wave, washing away her rage and fear. All it left behind was sadness in the young woman, named Aelia. Tears began to flood from her eyes once more as she collapsed into the arms of the stranger, sobbing into his comforting hug. She told him everything. How she had fallen in love with a human, the captain of a ship, how Krath had been her first mate and turned on her, how he had had Aelia’s love killed, how she was going to have her vengeance upon him. Already the calm was passing and she was beginning to rage once more. She pushed away and got back to her feet, her dark determination returning.
“Can you help me?” she demanded.
“Officially,” Barcu began sadly, “no, his victim was not a Sea Elf, those that actually killed her were not Sea Elves, to be seen to act in this could cause an incident with the surface dwellers. If they were to side with the Merfolk it could tip the balance of power.”
She rolled her wet eyes, she had no time for the politics in play here.
“However,” Barcu continued, “off the record, I have been tracking Krath with some interest. He seems to be meddling with powers beyond this plane, I believe that is why he has made a move to become captain of the ship now. Whatever he is planning will be going down soon. Take this gift, it is a compass, it will allow you to track what you seek no matter where it goes. With this you can follow the Deliverance into Tar’trus itself.”
“That’s it,” she snapped as she took the small metal disc, “I could compel you to give me more aid with my song, or even bring this place down, I want…”
“No,” Barcu cut her off, his hundreds of years as a mystic warrior showing on his fierce and powerful face, “you are facing an enemy with untold powers, I have given you the means to find him, I fear you may be the only one able to stop him. I wish I could offer you more than that, but this is a battle I can not be part of. The great whale protects me from your spell, but destroying this building will only lead to your arrest and slow your quest down. I suggest you gather what allies you have in this city and go after the ship sooner rather than later.”
1, Go to The Rusted Trident looking for allies
2, Go after the Deliverance alone
3, Destroy the embassy anyway
4, Try to persuade Barcu to send someone with you
Areon CYOA - Chapter 3: Finding AnswersAelia's thin brows furrowed into a hard stare as the only sounds around her were the wind rushing in from the sea, and the tortured gurgles of the man dying in front of her. She didn't know his name. Heather would have said it of course, and she would know which of her many stories he was involved in, but she had never cared to match this face to a name. Only one face on the Deliverance mattered. A face that would never smile again. A voice that would never sing with her again.
It was his fault.
Would she have done the same thing in his situation? Her lips turned down as her frown deepened. Would she have killed a close cousin if Krath had threatened Heather? Maybe. Even probably. But she would have fully accepted if that person's lover had then come to kill her. She wouldn't expect mercy. She wouldn't have deserved mercy. She would have been a coward, willing to murder just to get out of confronting evil.
His blood seeped into the sand.
He cried out in sudden pain as his body w