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Thread: Demonfall (RedOnesGoFaster and EverUndine)

Ieran fell back, she would help the men destroy the demon as well as try to close the portal. The man at the head of the group erupted into laughter, the sound booming through the room and grabbing the attention of all in the room, including the Greed Demon. The elf shot a dirty look at the man, getting the feeling that he was laughing at her, which was irritating. She focused her thoughts at the problem at hand, deciding to deal with the man's apparent rudeness later. Just because she was a former slave didn't mean that he could disrespect her like that. She pushed the thoughts from her head. She thought that it would help to send the demon back through the portal. She gathered her strength and prepared to undo Orius' evil work. Using the bladed staff to channel her magic, she threw a slowing spell at the lumbering demon. Push it back through the portal! She shouted, her voice stronger than it had been in ten years. She noticed a few of the men, including the leader of the group, shoot her a look. She went to the edge of the portal and took the staff, spearing one end into the whirling, gaping hole. She used the blood magic that she had seen Orius use so many times before, using the souls of her fallen kin to help her begin to close the portal to that dark and terrible place. She felt the magic draining her and she hated doing this terrible magic but she didn't know another way to close the portal. The demon waved it's arms around, knocking a few of the men to the ground violently. It stumbled forward a few steps, though still far from the portal. Ieran gasped painfully, tears falling across her cheeks as the spirits of the murdered elves passed through her body. She knew they were trying to help but the overwhelming pain and confusion they felt from the needlessness of their deaths hit her so intensely she couldn't control herself. The elf let out a loud cry, mustering all the energy she had left and pushing the staff in further. Her amythest eyes turned blood red with the enormity of the blood magic she was attempting and she didn't know if she would be able to close the dark portal. Get it through the portal NOW! She screamed, unable to hold off on closing the portal and yet unwilling to close it without the demon inside it.
Thread: Demonfall (RedOnesGoFaster and EverUndine)

Ieran gasped for breath, as if she couldn't get enough air into her lungs. She leaned onto the now half staff, the other half of it gone into the void like the top half of the greed demon. Blood was pounding in her ears and she struggled to stay conscious, the blood magic had taken much out of her and she was not keen to do such a spell ever again. She didn't realize the half-corpse of the demon was aflame until the heat reached her skin. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. She used the broken staff to help herself onto her feet and looked over at the man, her savior, though even though he had liberated her she still did not trust him. He was a man after all and human at that. She pointed the shortened staff at him, blade pointed towards his face. I am Ieran and you will let me leave this place untouched by you and your men. I have more blood mages to kill, and more portals to close. She would finish what she had started here today if it killed her. With the eyes of so many men on her now she wished she had more to wear than just the rough brown tunic, it barely covered her body and she felt many of his men undressing her with their eyes. She had been spared rapes by Orius because of his specific orientation, but she was sure that not all these men suffered from the same affliction. I will not be sent back to the market. If it pleases you, I will take my freedom and my safety as payment for helping to save your little lives. She held her chin high, if she was going to be free now she would certainly act it. She was no snivelling coward, no weeping woman, no cowed slave. Not anymore. She was an Elvish Mage, a proud Woman, and no man could ever take that from her again. If she had to, she would resort to blood magic. She would gladly drain herself of her own lifeblood if it meant escaping the slave market. Her jewel-like eyes studied the man more closely now, he was a large man, very tall and very strong. He had seen many battles judging by the look of his nose and his many scars. His hair was long and black as raven's feathers, like hers, but it was his eyes that made him different than the others. They were hardened by battle but they still held a sort of kindness she had never seen in a man before, and they were green, so brilliantly green that they seemed not to fit the rest of him. Please, I have no quarrel with you or your men. I wish only to leave...unscathed. I do not wish to kill the man who helped to free me from my servitude. She lowered the broken weapon as a sign of good faith, hoping that she was reading this man correctly.
Thread: Demonfall (RedOnesGoFaster and EverUndine)

Stinking ruin was replaced by smoke and ash, the beast burned down to blackened bones that crumpled on the floor in a heap. Elvish corpses littered the room still, and there was the monumental task of disposing of the bodies of man and demon alike that marked the brutal path to this sanctum. Too many pyres... a lot of wood needed to be cut. At least, if nothing else, the demons could be piled and burned in a great heap. That was a problem for the near future, however. Right now, his concern was focused solely on the woman before him. The elf who'd turned her half-severed weapon on him. A hard face met hers, and he didn't so much as flinch. Unlike many of his men, his eyes were not on the mostly bare thighs of the elf, but boring into hers with a steady, unwavering resolve. Aldric. Charmed. If it's blood mages yer after, Ieran, then ya'd do us all a great deal of good by lowerin' that weapon. 'Cause I reckon that puts us on the same side. Big talk from the knife-ear without any trousers. He was unmoving, however, sword held at his side. If she thought to strike, there would be precious little time to parry the blow... but he was confident he could manage it. Got no bloody interest in sayin' what you can and can't do. An' I certainly got no interest in flesh peddlin' in them filthy markets, even if things weren't this bleedin' bad. So, she had been a slave. It certainly showed... but she handled that weapon with no shortage of experience. Not to mention the fact that she's closed the portal. That was a skill that precious few held. Aldric had had to delve into studies about the foul field of blood magic, and he still had difficulty closing the things. Leave, if ya like. But if you think yer gonna be able to waltz about th' land, closin' portals all by your lonesome? He shrugged his shoulders, sliding his sword home into its scabbard to mirror her own lowering of arms. I left eight good men back there, stormin' this place. Dead hard, every last one of th' bastards. You reckon you can do what they couldn't, all by yerself, and still close the portal? The mage-knight's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, his jaw firming as he gave a quick shake of his head. Won't be a quick death, y'know. An' a big bloody waste, too.
Thread: Demonfall (RedOnesGoFaster and EverUndine)

She was intrigued by this 'Aldric', she had never before met a man who spoke to her as if she were an equal and it was strangely refreshing. Same side or no, he was still a warm-blooded male and she didn't trust him, though he kept his eyes on hers and not on her long, slender body and that, at least, earned him a little respect from her. He was fearless and he seemed to care little that she had been a slave. All of these things gained him a little more of her respect. With Orius gone there is no limit to what I can accomplish on my own, she said, her voice indignant and harsh, echoing loudly in the hall. She listened as he attempted to convince her that she would fail on her own, she knew he was right but she would never admit it to him. If you wanted to join me in my newly found purpose you had only to ask, she said with a small smirk gracing her full lips, I have a few stipulations, however. Ieran pushed a lock of dark hair behind a pointed ear and stared straight into Aldric's eyes. She would have him know that she was not one to be trifled with and that she would be treated with fairness. You will let me say the rites for my murdered kin. You will also buy me clothing and a weapon or two of my choosing. I will be treated with respect by all in your company. And I will retain the right to cut off the hand of any man who dares to lie a finger on me without my consent. These are my terms and if you do not like them then I will be on my way. She stared him down, awaiting his answer. If you do not agree, then you will at least let me say the rites for my murdered kin. I would allow you the same, were I in your shoes. There must always be mercy when it comes to the dead.
Thread: Demonfall (RedOnesGoFaster and EverUndine)

The she-elf proved that she was more than a mere slave with every word she spoke. Indeed, she had quite a high opinion of herself, and of her prowess. The commander snickered, though not in a cruel way, at the way she avoided any admission of the fact that she would, indeed, need assistance. Oh, aye, of course yer majesty. There was a small flutter of laughter from the gathered men, though it was subdued. None truly felt much like laughter in the wake of today's events. But, just in case we can't keep up with ya, you might consider just easin' up the pace to let us all in on the fun. The message was clear In her, they had an ally. One who knew the rites required to close these gates, and knew them well. How well would she really take to a human's command, though? That remained to be seen. Her stipulations were reasonable. Hell, they were downright necessary. Her current weapon had been dimensional-rifted right in half, and her ass might as well have been hanging right out of that ragged imitation of a dress. Rest of th' company's ridin' out this way soon as they get word. You'll have yer proper weapons and clothes then, on my honor. He turned to face his men then. I won't stop 'er takin' yer hands if you get grabby, neither. Keep it in yer pants, lads. Finally, his eyes turned back to her. The elves are yours. You do what'cha need... I've got enough corpses ta deal with on m' own. He breathed a long sigh, then, starting down from the dais past the black bones of the demon and a gutted elf. Welcome to Blackwold's Bastards, yer majesty. Grub's in an hour, but I'm expectin' yer help with cleanup first. That goes for you lot, too, ya bastards. There was the clattering of all manner of equipment as the remaining force moved out. This place would be scrubbed of all of its taint, the corpses of the slain put to rest. Then... it would become their vanguard.
Thread: Demonfall (RedOnesGoFaster and EverUndine)

Ieran crossed her arm over her chest, her hand making a fist over her heart as she inclined her head slightly to Aldric. There was a mutual respect there and she was glad to be in the company of one so honorable. She had never met another human who would care if dead elf had the rites said for them, most were dumped in the mass graves which were the normal burial for slaves. Digging deep into her memories, she pulled the knowledge from before she was enslaved when she lived with The People. She looked around at the sad sight before her, so many lives wasted for such an evil purpose, it was no surprise that their souls were ill at ease. Holding her arms open, she chanted softly in elvish and each body began to rise into the air. They hung, suspended like limp ragdolls, devoid of life. Ieran's violet eyes glazed over, turning a milky white, and she drew each elf to her, kissing their cold foreheads one by one and watching as they were consumed by brilliant white flames. Their bodies burning bright until they disappeared, turning into ash. When the rite was done she took a deep breath, her eyes returning to their normal color, and exited the inner sanctum as a free woman of Blackwold's Bastards. As she walked through the halls she saw the bodies of those who would have been her comrades. Her eyes gravitated toward one, a man weeping over the diemboweled body of another. Ieran knelt at his side and placed one hand on the distraught man's shoulder while waving the other over the fallen. Her magic couldn't bring him back, but it could repair the mangled body and make him whole again before he met the Maker. When she was finished it looked as if he could've been asleep, he looked peacefull and it calmed the bereaved substantially. It was all she could do to help and she visited the eight who had fallen, doing her best to repair the bodies and to prepare them for their fiery burial. By the end her hands were soaked with the blood of the dead, she raised her eyes only to find Aldric's. The look he gave her was unrecognizable to the elf and her brows drew together in confusion. She had seen many looks anger, sorrow, contempt, disgust, but this one was something she did not know. She fled the room, not knowing how to feel about the man, and busied herself with building the pyres.
Thread: Demonfall (RedOnesGoFaster and EverUndine)

The elf's handling of her people was a stark contrast to how the demons were cleaned up. Partly because, with the sheer number of demon corpses, it was a literal clean-up. Not to mention the fact that there was no rite for their disposal... it just needed to be done. Even while Ieran saw to the slain man, Harald, another two were trying to shift a large, cumbersome body with far too many limbs. Hack 'em off and load 'im on the cart bit by bit, the younger man suggested. Are you mad? We'll already be sponging up the blood for weeks. There's no sense making more. In the end, the decision was made to butcher the demon after all, though a bed sheet belonging to no one was used for the blood. Limbs were hacked off with grim efficiency and dumped neatly on the cart, the demon's torso hoisted up so that they could move on to the others. Their path had been singular, and had attracted every damned demon in the keep. Much of the work was done in the hall leading to that sanctum, and the foyer at the start of that long hall. The foyer had proven a holdout zone, where careful half-second planning had allowed them to fortify their position and slaughter demons as they streamed in, always in small, disorganized groups. The cart, fully loaded up after that room, was taken out into the courtyard, where those first demons lay slain. Then there was the smoldering hole in the wall, where Aldric had made their breach. There was no pit dug out here, no ceremony. Demon bits were dumped into a pile, and once it was of decent size, Aldric was called to light the first fire in their flesh. The man himself had gone out to hack branches from the trees with two others, and in the end, that was where he met back up with Ieran. He'd shed much of his armor then, down to a sweat-soaked grey tunic and black trousers with fine leather boots and gloves. A lumberman's axe was gripped in his hands, and a cart full of wood that ought to have had an ox pulling it stood behind him while he worked. He offered the elf a nod, having been unable to express his gratitude earlier about Harald. Ya did good, he said matter-of-factly as he took hold of a long, sturdy branch and hacked at it with the axe. With Harald back there, I mean. That was th' lad's name. Bloody business, that was... His face went to stone again, and he said little. Aldric was a poor mourner for others. It was kept within, and from the moment the pain began, he worked to push it all right on down until he could feel it no more. That was the mage-knight commander's duty to his men, and he did it well. Too well. You get your kin squared away alright? Somewhere off behind them, another load of corpse-parts were dumped onto the pile, one of the men laughing as a particularly hefty one splattered messily onto the growing fire.
Thread: Demonfall (RedOnesGoFaster and EverUndine)

Aldric's compliments made Ieran feel awkward, though they were not ill-recieved. She had felt for Harald's brother and she wished she could have saved Harald, but it was impossible. I could not save him, but he will be whole in the after life, her face was as stony as Aldric's, she had had a hard life and had learned that weeping never brought the dead back. She helped to stack the wood on the pyre as Aldric pulled each cart load to her, she couldn't help but to admire the strong curve of his muscled arms. My kin are with the Maker now, their souls are at rest now that I have said the rites, she paused awkwardly and her cheeks were tinged red as she managed to get out the next part of her sentence, Thank you. Most wouldn't care about the souls of elven slaves. She tried to hide the embarrassment she felt, she hadn't had a real conversation with anyone in all her years of servitude and she was very out of practice. There had never been an opportunity to make conversation before. Orius had liked her to be silent and she had that fact beaten into her at the beggining of her servitude. The only times she had been able to talk to others was when she had been able to sleep in the slave quarters with the other elven slaves and that was a rare occurance. It took them hours to finish burning the demons and building the pyres, and when the pyres were finally finished it was nearly sundown. The bodies of the fallen warriors were placed on the pyres, Harald's brother placed the young man's body atop the pile of wood and Ieran was glad that she could make his body whole. She couldn't imagine what it would've been like to put his disemboweled body up there. The human's said their words for the dead and lit each pyre one at a time. The men of Blackwold's Bastards stood in front of the pyres and watched them burn while Ieran stood apart. She didn't feel like she was part of this company, she was of a different race and gender and therefore felt she shouldn't stand among them. It was Harald's pyre which affected her most, he was such a young man, barely in his prime and yet now his soul was gone. She looked through the fires at the face of the man who had given her all she had asked for, she could tell that the deaths of his men had affected him more than he admitted or cared to show. He was an enigma to her, so strange, so different. Everything about him contradicted all she had experienced before and she found she quite liked that. He was full of surprises to her and she was eager to see how he would surprise her next. Suddenly his eyes found hers and she knew now that he would realize she had been staring at him. She lifted her chin, deciding not to look away, she would not feel shame now that she was free.
Thread: Demonfall (RedOnesGoFaster and EverUndine)

Ieran scoffed at the mention of her freezing, she had been in colder weather than this but she followed him inside anyway. She had more hardships in her life than he could probably imagine and he was standing there worrying about how cold she felt. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the concern, but she had never had anyone to be concerned about her after she was taken from The People and she didn't know the proper way to react. I am not bothered by the cold, but thank you for your concern. She strode forward with her head held high. It was difficult to feel proud when one was wearing a brown sack, but if anyone could it was Ieran. Freedom had a certain effect on her, there was a way she carried herself and a look in her eyes. Even with her clothing her long, pale legs moved quickly toward the food stores and her bare feet padded queitly on the cold stone floor. Aldric's heavy boots stomped behind her and she pushed open the door, revealing plenty of breads and dried meats. There were even some fruits and a dozen bottles of fine wine. It was something she had always wanted to try but was never able to. The room adjacent to that one held the plates and goblets and she brought two of each out, setting them down on an island counter top. She opened Orius' finest bottle of wine and poured a glass for herself before setting the bottle before Aldric. She grabbed the freshest peach for herself and took a large bite, juice rolling down her chin. You can serve yourself, she would not serve another man again. She wiped the peach juice onto the back of her hand and took a gulp of the wine. It was the best thing she had ever tasted and she immediately felt the effects. It made her feel warm and slightly silly. This is so good! She exclaimed with a wide smile on her face. She scratched at where the rough tunic touched her long, graceful neck and sighed, When do I get new clothes, these are itchy and not at all flattering. Her eyes met his and she realized he was grinning at her and she immediately felt self-conscious and slightly irritated. What? She demanded, glaring at him.
Thread: Demonfall (RedOnesGoFaster and EverUndine)

Aldric was no stranger to hardships, of course. Though they never got mentioned, unless questioned while deep in his cups. He was a man who played most everything close to the chest, not wishing to weigh anyone down with what he saw were his to bear. Cold was a constant in his ancient home in those far off northern lands, where snow covered the land more often than not. This was cloak-weather at best, though he couldn't imagine having his ass hanging out of his tunic, either, and still having the same resolve. Ieran was either putting on a front or genuinely did not care, and either way, he headed inside with her to make a feast. Granted, that tunic of hers did give quite a sight while he walked behind her. They were in the pantry soon enough, a sight that made Aldric's eyes go wide. They'd been low on supplies as it was, having resorted mostly to hunting on the trek here. Their own stores were low... but this? Divines bless us, he whispered, a grin on his face. The spoils of war are sweet. Orius was doing well for himself, as far as his stores went. Aldric's mouth watered hungrily, and the mage could be seen licking his lips while she went for the wine. A good wine was a rare thing to him... and he had no doubt that Orius had plenty of it. Two glasses, and a bottle. She poured for herself, and rather than do the same for him, took advantage of her newfound freedom. A good natured laugh left him, and he had to admire the declaration. You don't need to worry 'bout that. Day I need a nursemaid waitin' on hand an' foot is the day I fall on my own sword. The commander poured himself a tall glass, deciding he'd take the bottle with him once he'd picked out a meal. A wooden plate was piled high with peppered meats, sausage links, a carrot, an apple... hell, two apples, he was celebrating. It was rare that he was treated to fruit, and he would take advantage of it. The plate was brought to the countertop, where he began to eat and drink like a man starved. There was nothing quite like a good meal after a hard-fought battle. Food, ale and a woman. Well, he had the food, wine rather than ale - though that was quite alright - and... Ieran, which... well. At least she was easy on the eyes. It's excellent, he agreed, taking a long sip of the wine to wash down a bite of sausage. Ain' bloody often I get a good wine... ol' Orius is gonna spoil me. Another drink, and back to his food. She brought up the clothing issue once again, and he couldn't help a grin. One that she caught. Aw, well, I wouldn't say it ain't flatterin'... does wonders for yer legs an' rear. Hey, she'd asked.