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/bump my final addition to your talegood Sir Pontiff! hope you like it...


A tremendous spiritual wave of energy flew through the streets of Camelot. A roar of unnatural hate and malice echoed through the minds of many, and no sensitive soul could fail to notice that something had taken place this night.

Arcalan opened her eyes with care. Was that D'Vena? If so she'd been far more dangerous than she had anticipated. Crispian, or one of his allies, must have won... that meant she must begin the next step before word reached the League hall.

She made her way carefully downstairs into the main chamber, and when she laid eyes on the member of the League there, she collapsed sobbing deep heartfelt sobs before them. Not a feinting fit this time, but the tears of the penitent, washing away her past life in a flood of emotion. She was, in that moment, utterly transfigured from the haughty she-witch known by many into the weeping young woman, who has faced her crimes and found herself wanting. All her acting had been but a shadow of this performance, and her guise was well wrought by years of study in decite.

As she sank to her knees the spell her master had implanted in her mind found the right time to unravel. Crispian and Jashen were filled with emotion, their defences weaker than before. They felt joy, and not anger or bitterness, and so the spell would only work half as well as intended. Still though, out it flew:

"Crispian, Jashen thy souls to mine,

Bound in cords of ancient spells,

Nevermore shall anger cross the line,

Thy hatred this enchantment quells.

Till I harm thee

I pay this tribute,

To still thy wrath

And make peace absolute."


They would no longer quarrel with Arcalan, till she moved against them. The twins and her own fight with them was now wrapped in a peace-enforcing invocation, until she broke it by doing them harm.

Time would show that one was left however, one who would doubt Arcalan. One who had touched the mind of D'Vena and her servants, and yet knew that Arcalan had not been among them...

But now is a time for joy, and so reader, read on to hear of the end of the tale, of what transpired when those five brave heros left the Shadow Quarter...

With shakey hands, Azi took the reliquary from Tobyas and reached an arm around her sister. Shaken and exhausted, the two leaned on each other and made thier way downstairs to the street.


(OOC: just a lil /bump ))

<holding azi tight, confused and frightened about what happened this day, but a smile came to her face as she realized everything might turn out okay afterall>


/a slight little bump =P

/yes another bump <waits>

Crispian, any plans to throw this together in one spot as an entire story?

Keep up the GREAT work!!

The remainder of the group, Jashen, Crispian, and Tobyas made their way back to the League Hall with Mirashta, Oakleif, Bashir and some others of the League. Their steps were heavy as they trod through the evening quiet of the streets of Camelot. Crispian continued to move with a slower step, favoring his left leg from the shattering that Tobyas had healed so hastily. In his sword hand, he held the hilt from the sword Toorc had given him. It would never again be a weapon of beauty but it was a reminder to him of what one could overcome against the greatest odds.


Jashen’s steps were heavy with fatigue and a bit of uncertainty. He had made a momentous choice, being so close to the nether side of the veil between life and death. In his heart, he knew the choice to be the right one, but his mind questioned the wisdom of it. The bounty of a life well lived could have been his, but at the moment he had been faced with that decision he had been unsure which gate he would pass through. Returned, he was now resolute to make the right choices about life and all other manner of things. This was like a rebirth for him, and he would not allow doubts or questions to plague him this go around. He felt more assured in his fraternal love of Crispian that ever before, and even felt that he could let his love for Azi grow into the supporting, brotherly love she had never known for lack of a brother. Maybe he would even be able to tolerate that snipe of a woman Arcalan, but he would rely on the help of the Almighty for that.


Tobyas walked in a daze. So great a foe from the beyond he had rarely heard of and their defeating of it, of this Mirth-demon was unorthodox to all he knew, but so was much about the realm. He did not know how he would stand with Crispian now, but he knew they would have to weather that out, come what may. A good night’s sleep, a bath, and then start to deal with the aftermath of this night, at least in respect to their relationship. It would be a hard course, he was sure, for Crispian would be asking himself questions Tobyas had long ago dealt with, and trying to find those answers. Toby vowed, as he walked through the night-quiet streets, to live with whatever decisions Crispian reached.


At long last, they arrived at the League Hall, a single guttering lantern marking the street entrance. Opening the great door, Crispian led them in, to be greeted by those of the League who favored these hours of night. Many faces old and new looked at him and he favored them all with a small smile, small from fatigue not from lack of love for them all.


“You look like you’ve been through it tonight, friend,” Dracarn commented as he offered the young Seneschal a tankard of frothy ale from their keg. “A rough go of it?”


Crispian looked at Dracarn, and all the others in the hall, and grinned a tired grin. “I paid a price tonight, that had to be paid,” he said as he settled onto a stool. He thought over what the past two months had been like for him, for his friends, and for the League. It has been hard going to be sure, he knew. The curse, the possession of D’Vena, for whom he now felt great pity rather than rage, and now finally this great resolution. It had all been a battle hard fought, and now, hard won. He would not want to have to go through it again, nor would he have gone through it in the first place, if the choice had been his to make. Now that it was over, though, he felt a stronger man, a stronger person, and with the Grace of the Almighty, he would be a stronger leader. He nodded to Dracarn. “Yes, I paid the Price, but, The Price has been paid.”


He then raised the mug and took for the first truly satisfying pull of ale in some time.


****Not to Continued****


OOC- It has been a great run,but I think 416 is a good spot to close the story, and I just killed off the antagonist! (grin)


Maybe see you all in another story.


Terrance (the Guy behind the toon)

 

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WOOT TERRANCE!

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Well done milord TJ. A fine tale indeed