- Messages
- 56
Magnasandree looked out among the Eternum camp from the small hill they had claimed for themselves, as the leader of the movement. Their small building, constructed by a couple of reanimated geomancers out of the hardened earth of this continent, was still the largest and the fanciest. It was made to house both them and those they deemed worthy, who could be counted upon their fingers. The rest of the necromancers and undead milled about below them, a teeming mass of rotting flesh and bone as they went about the act of construction using whatever materials they could find. Two souls looked through one pair of ‘eyes’, one socket glowing a haunting blue whilst the other shone in a vivid pink. Magnan saw his people, noble in their purpose and wish, who needed his aid to see their dream come true. Eilasandree saw little more than a means to an end, the tool through which her goals would be achieved. Both were repulsed by the other’s thought, but could do little about it. They were one, and until such a time as they could seperate themselves, one’s thoughts were also the other’s.
Which is why surprise and shock was mixed with anticipation and no small amount of giddiness.
Magnan had long since believed that the the elf that was bound to him was little better than the beings had had fought against all his life, a monster who cared only for herself and her goals in un-life. He knew that she would sacrifice anything to achieve her goals, and wouldn’t bat a single eye at the lives it may cost. Which is why he found himself shocked and surprised as the Banshee Queen was flooded with something resembling excitement and happiness when they recieved a report about a red-headed thief, and had immediately used her very limited power within their body to ensure that they ordered her to be given the warmest clothing they had, and to wait on her hand and foot until such a time as the Thief, a ‘Rainie’, could meet with the pair-that-is-one. Eilasandree, for her part, simply flashed images through their mind (none too risque, of course) that summarised the relationship between the two. Then, in a shocking moment, she had actually asked Magnan for control over the body.
The ancient warrior had been tempted to decline, half out of spite and half out of dislike of the feeling of losing control for even a second, especially after she had muscled her way just earlier, but he could feel the sincerity within her words and felt his resolve weaken. While he did not like the Banshee, he had loved once, and even just the notion of the ancient elf feeling what they were currently feeling would have had him scoff earlier. He was curious, and wistful, and thus agreed, if only to witness this. No doubt it would be a sight to behold. So, the pair waited, until a small party of guards escorted Rainie up the hill and towards the pair, their titanic and antlered body turning to face her. As she came within speaking distance, Magnan felt Eilasandree speak up.
“My love...” Their layered voice began, one the rattling of the warrior, the other the silk of the banshee. “I’m sure you have... questions.”
Rainie
Which is why surprise and shock was mixed with anticipation and no small amount of giddiness.
Magnan had long since believed that the the elf that was bound to him was little better than the beings had had fought against all his life, a monster who cared only for herself and her goals in un-life. He knew that she would sacrifice anything to achieve her goals, and wouldn’t bat a single eye at the lives it may cost. Which is why he found himself shocked and surprised as the Banshee Queen was flooded with something resembling excitement and happiness when they recieved a report about a red-headed thief, and had immediately used her very limited power within their body to ensure that they ordered her to be given the warmest clothing they had, and to wait on her hand and foot until such a time as the Thief, a ‘Rainie’, could meet with the pair-that-is-one. Eilasandree, for her part, simply flashed images through their mind (none too risque, of course) that summarised the relationship between the two. Then, in a shocking moment, she had actually asked Magnan for control over the body.
The ancient warrior had been tempted to decline, half out of spite and half out of dislike of the feeling of losing control for even a second, especially after she had muscled her way just earlier, but he could feel the sincerity within her words and felt his resolve weaken. While he did not like the Banshee, he had loved once, and even just the notion of the ancient elf feeling what they were currently feeling would have had him scoff earlier. He was curious, and wistful, and thus agreed, if only to witness this. No doubt it would be a sight to behold. So, the pair waited, until a small party of guards escorted Rainie up the hill and towards the pair, their titanic and antlered body turning to face her. As she came within speaking distance, Magnan felt Eilasandree speak up.
“My love...” Their layered voice began, one the rattling of the warrior, the other the silk of the banshee. “I’m sure you have... questions.”
Rainie