Legends of Belariath

Felicia Faerune

A Ruined Past: The Journey to T'Santh

A small catgirl walks among the burning ashes of her village and the people who lived in it. The little girl begins to cry and starts to scream 'MOMMY DADDY WHERE ARE YOU'' Suddenly out of the mist appear twenty Dark Elves. Grabbing the catgirl from behind they drag her off kicking and screaming into the mist to be taken back to their castle. As the small girl is dragged away screaming she wonders why she ever came out from under that little collapsed building. Screaming like a lunatic as she wakes up in Archaon Ebonscale's room the insane cat girl looks around quickly, her head jerking from side to side as she wonders where she is. Standing up she quickly runs out of the room and into the deep forest near the Lonely Inn. Speeding away as fast as she can with all her material possessions she remembers how this is almost the exact same thing happened sixteen long years ago'

Long before the numerous human races of Belariarth had explored the steamy jungle regions of the continent a small-secluded group of catpeople had lived there and carved for themselves a very comfortable little niche in their tiny bubble of existence. They traded freely with many of the other jungle dwellers and lived in harmony. Felicia was born far away from The Lonely Inn in a small town named T'santh. She was a rambunctious child and was always getting into trouble. Her parents were the elders of the little village as where all of her ancestors. She was her parent's first child and as so they were very proud of her. Other than a few minor squabbles between the villagers, which her father settled easily and peacefully, the village was in total peace. Put nothing good ever lasts and history is doomed to repeat. After almost five hundred years of living peacefully in the jungles a group of about five hundred Dark Elves were seen spying on the little town. Ambassadors went to greet the new people but they were cut down by Dark Elven crossbows as they came near. Shocked and horrified at this the people of the village began to panic as the advancing group of Dark Elves drew closer. Fleeing for their lives the people began to scatter in all directions. While a second group of Dark Elves leapt up right in the line of retreating people killing the men and the old ones they grabbed the children and women to be used as servants of the flesh and for workers deep in their mines. Felicia was very lucky to escape death at the hands of the Dark Elves.

Tumbling to the ground from her father's back in the confusion as he was shot with four of the Dark Elves' deadly bolts. Scampering away in horror from her father's fallen body the little cat girl ran and hid under a section of collapsed roof. Hiding beneath the tiles for what seemed like eons to the frightened little girl she slowly built up her courage to come out from under the rubble. Looking around at the devastation the only thing that Felicia could do was stare disbelievingly at what her eyes were telling her. In all directions her village lay trampled by the Dark Elf raid. Then not even aware of what was happening Felicia slipped into unconsciousness from a Dark Elf dart. Waking up in the dungeon of a castle the horror began to set in as she realized what they where going to do to her. As she screamed her captors began to pick on her and use her more and more for their teachings. For years they trained her to be the perfect sex slave, twisting and distorting her mind with the perverse teachings. Then seven years after she had been captured a fierce storm erupted out of nowhere and seemed to engulf the castle. After five days of incessant raining the storm stopped just as quickly as it had started. But unknowingly to the prisoners or the dark elves a mysterious and deadly plague had been brought down from the mountain along with the storm. Eventually the guards began to fall over and in a fit of convulsing ripped themselves apart. The Dark Elves called for help but they were shunned away for fear of catching the disease. But the disease seemed to only affect the Dark Elves and as they died the guard with Felicia's key died before her eyes. Spotting the keys on his body she quickly grabbed them and released herself from her cell. In her hysteria of being out of the cell she threw the keys to one of the other prisoners that was still in his cell. After stealing supplies from the castle storeroom she sneaked into the basement and lit the caskets of the dark elven wine on fire. Bolting from the castle she ran of into the night as fast as her legs could carry her. Running deep into the woods she left the burning castle behind her forever'she hoped'

As she shakes off the memories she begins to remember what happened to her last night' Her memories will forever be haunted by that blood red eye of Braids' hidden under that eye patch. She realizes that it will forever be associated with death, destruction, and lunacy whenever she sees it. Remembering the screams and echoes of the dead of her village magnified a thousand fold by the horrible power dwelling inside of Braids. Stopping dead in her tracks something finally clicks in her head.

Like magic her insanity fades and her split personality is banished back to the darkness. Realizing what she must do she sets off with a steeled resolve to come to terms with her past and maybe find away to defeat Braids and undo the horrible transformation that has come over her. Walking for many days Felicia arrives at the Fords of Voremancar. Looking down into the river like area with its small harbor she decides that she must hurry if she is to confront Braids. Opening the door to the tavern a quiet hush comes over the room as fifteen heads of men turn to look at the cat girl. Staring at her as she makes her way up to the bar. Rolling her eyes at the distasteful men she quickly jumps up onto the bar in one hop and clears her throat in a load voice. 'I am looking for someone with a boat who will take me to the country of Limdara to the south of here. I will pay them for the ride.' She says as she reaches into her pack for a small pouch full of Mherials. 'I'll take you for a ride on my boat for free darling' one of the drunken members of the bar says. 'No I'll pass you disgusting slug.' She says with a sneer at the drunken fool. 'Bitch, wat did you say to me'' he snarls at Felicia ' I called you a disgusting slug, you fat over grown slob!' 'Why you little cunt!' the drunken patron says as he leaps at Felicia. With a smile and a graceful jump, Felicia sails over his head and lands on the floor behind him before quickly drawing her crossbow and firing a bolt into his back with a sickening thud as it impales him and goes into the bar top. As she moves to reclaim the bolt from the body a cacophony of noise erupts behind the cat woman's back as a plethora of chairs are pushed out from tables. 'You think you can just waltz in here and kill people like that you stupid cat slut'' says the burliest of the men in the tavern with a murmur of agreement following it. Turning around Felicia smiles to the fourteen or so people left in the pub. 'And how are you gonna stop me'' she asks them with utmost confidence. 'We all are!' the men roared in unison and with that they attacked. Grinning wildly to herself the cat woman once again leaps over the lead assailant, twisting in mid air she throws her dagger into the man's back with deadly accuracy severing his spine. Landing gracefully the startled men stare at their fallen comrade before turning in time to see a flash of light off of Felicia's mithril long sword. Shouting in dismay the men are cut down one by one as Felicia revels in the bloodshed enjoying the spray of gore immensely. As the last man falls in two the frenzied cat girl calms down and looking at the barkeep asks 'Now which boat did this man own'' she asks, pointing to the man who had had a cross bow bolt shot into his back.

Quivering in his boots the bar keep answers shakily 'He owned the small boat out there named Drunk Mans Friend.' 'Thanks' said Felicia before ripping her bolt out of the man's back. Flipping his body onto the floor she looked over his body for anything of value. 'What's this'' she asked to herself as she pulls a small orb out of the man's pocket. Retrieving her dagger she tosses the orb into her pack before going to a bath to clean off the blood. Coming out the baths clean and refreshed she walks out to

the harbor not even caring about the corpses on the floor. Walking up to the boat she stands in awe of the sleek ship and its majestic figurehead on the bow. 'Wow' she says as she walks onto the ship. After exploring the ship and finding it fully stocked she goes down to the bow once again and presses her palms together and mumbles a few words before she parts her hands and begins waving them over the ships sides changing the color of the ship from brown to green blue color. As she finishes painting the ship she delicately paints on the new name of the ship: The Spirit of T'Santh.

Smiling to herself as she finishes painting the ship she quickly walks back up the gangplank back onto the ship. After untying the ropes from the dock the cat girl casts off her new ship. As she is about to unfurl the sails she realizes something: she never saw any sails stored on the ship even though there is a mast for one. Perplexed at this fact and knowing that if she doesn't cast off soon more cutthroats from the surrounding ships will come after her and most likely rape her and sell her into slavery. Looking over the entire ship she notices nothing unusual except for a pedestal right behind the mast. Looking over it she notices that the top is shaped like a claw that would hold something. 'Hmmm, I wonder'' she ponders aloud before reaching into her pack and retrieving the black sphere she picked up off the owners corpse. Placing the orb into the indentation the talons of the claw contract around the orb. Shocked at the powerful magic that must be contained in this orb and the ship she stares incredulously at the orb as a female face appears in it. 'Ahhh so I have a new mistress now, what a fortunate turn of events I was beginning to get sick of that fat slob.' Said the voice from the orb.

'Y..y..you speak!' Felicia manages to stammer out as she stares at the orb with disbelief 'Well of course I speak! I am a magical artifact after all' quips the voice from the orb 'This ship and I were created long before even the Great Storm Bringer tamed the northern lands of this world. Since I was created I have sailed over all of this world, always trading ownership from time to time. But I like you for some reason and I will let you stay and not 'accidentally' hurl you off during a storm.' At this Felicia smiled and asked 'But how does this ship move'' 'Easily' said the orb

'Watch' As the female face within the orb closed its eyes a humming could be heard coming from the bowels of the ship. As a bolt of green lightning shot up the mast Felicia jumped back and covered her eyes slightly as the energy raced out sideways from the mast and formed into large, green, translucent sails. 'Wow!' uttered Felicia as she stood up. 'Yes it is pretty amazing,' said the voice from the orb 'I am the only ship like this in the entire world. But enough about me, tell me where you are going so we can set off!' 'I am heading to the country of Limdara to the south of here, for I am traveling to T'Santh; my homeland.'

'Alright then' says the voice from the orb with a smile as the magic sail billows up with air and the ship slowly moves out of its berth. 'Here we go!' says the orb as the ship moves quickly out of the harbor onto the open sea. Amazed at the magic of the ship but not even beginning to comprehend it she simply sits down and lets the wind blow over her as the ship picks up speed, and the harbor quickly disappears from sight.

As the days pass into night and the night give rise to new days, Felicia becomes good friends with the entity named Mareth that inhabits the orb. In exchange for knowledge of the past and companionship aboard the ship Felicia tells all the stories she knows about her times in The Lonely Inn and the surrounding country.

Three days later Felicia arrives on the shores of the country of Limdara. 'Now if I remember correctly the ruins of my village should be about a one day walk from here' Felicia says as she gets out of the boat taking the orb in her hand. When no response comes from the sphere she giggles and remembers that Mareth cannot speak unless the orb is on the pedestal of the ship. Placing the sphere in her back pack Felicia heads into the jungle with as much supplies as she could carry from the ship's hold. Moving swiftly through the jungle despite the heavy load on her back

Felicia enjoys stretching her legs after being confined on her new ship for several days. Leaping gracefully into the trees she jumps quickly from branch to branch making her way farther South into the hear of the country where the forest is deepest. Camping for the night in one of the few clearings in the forest the happy cat girl enjoys a dinner of fish and water before dozing of into a peaceful sleep, not caring what could be out in the woods watching at this very moment. Waking early the next morning she quickly has a small breakfast before returning to the trees and continuing the rest of the way to the ruins of her village.

Near mid afternoon Felicia leaps down with a gentle fall onto the ground in a very large clearing. As she looks around the area Felicia notices that even though sixteen years have gone by no vegetation has grown in the area of the village. Walking through the village she searches diligently for what used to be her home. Nearing the center of the village she finds the skeletons of the many people who lived in the village, but these ones had one major difference between normal skeletons: they were all missing the skulls. Looking up Felicia almost feints as she gazes upon a tower of skulls twenty feet high. Backing away from the obscene monolith she trips over part of a roof and falls down upon her rear. Looking at the monolith she sees a small plaque with an inscription that reads:

'Spiraling downwards into blackness. Where am I' What is this feeling of helplessness' Why am I here traveling downwards forever and ever' What is this place' Is it death and destruction' Or is this what it means to lose someone you love' Who put me here' Am I doomed to fall through this blackness because of something I did' Is there no end to this madness' Why am I this tormented soul' Twisted and deformed for all to see and laugh at' Who made me like this' Is this the will of something higher or lower' Maybe this is what life is like, a destruction of all things, an ending of all life. Now I'm feeling this pain like the searing touch of a brand on my heart. Oh what agony! Do I really deserve this pain' Or am I suffering for someone else' No I must have created this pain for myself or else why am I spiraling down into this blackness''

Sitting like that in shock for almost an hour she finally regains her wits before standing up and walking over to what used to be her house. Walking amid the rubble the saddened cat woman begins picking up family mementos, to remind her of the past before the Dark elves attacked. Bending down she finds the doll her mother had made for her when she was born. Clutching the doll to her bosom she continues to explore the rest of the ruined house. Looking at the one wall of her home that is still standing she notices that the ancient family sword is missing even when no one has been here since that bleak day when she was five. Collapsing on the ground her feelings catch up with her and finally she is able to mourn over the loss of her family who were butchered by the dark elves back when she was innocent. Caught up in her weeping she never even notices the shadowy figure sneaking up behind her. Pulling out a blowgun the assailant shoots a small dart coated in a paralyzing slime into the unsuspecting cat girl's neck. Shocked at the sudden prick on her neck she barely turns around before she finds that she can no longer move her body any more. Grinning sadistically the assailant walks out from the shadows and throws back his hood revealing a face with high cheekbones, pointed ears, and jet-black skin. No doubt was left in her mind: it was a dark elf probably from the same group that had killed her entire village. 'Maybe the plaque didn't kill them all like I thought.' Snarling at him she bares her teeth in a grimace. Smiling with a demented look on his face he calls out, much to Felicia's shock, in common. 'Well, well, well gentlemen look what the cat dragged in.' he says with a deep throaty laugh as two more dark elves step out form their hiding places behind torn down sections of wall. As the two new comers step forward the tallest of the three comes forward and grabs Felicia's chin, staring at her intensely. 'Ahhhhhh so we meet again sweet Felicia!' shocked that this dark elf knows her name she tries to open her mouth and speak but can't. 'A little tongue tied' Confused' Don't worry every thing will become clear when we take you to the castle'but first we're going to have a little fun with you, aren't we men'' 'Oh yes sir!' the two other dark elves answer in unison. Grabbing her they remove her armor, sword and pack from her paralyzed body before straightening her arms and legs into better positions.

As the leaders slender finger grazes over her nipple Felicia shudders involuntarily as the teat stiffens slightly. Grinning the dark elf pinches her nipple harshly, eliciting a yelp from Felicia as she looks at them with eyes filled with hate, and sparkling with desire for their death. Not caring about the way the cat woman is looking at them the dark elves disrobe and stand around her limp form before the leader kneels down between her legs. Fingers playing lightly on her labia before rubbing along her slit opening her up like a ripe fruit. Pressing a finger against her clit the dark elf smiles proudly as Felicia bites her lower to lip to stifle a moan. Pressing harder against the cat girl's love button as he inserts two fingers into her cunt, letting them slip slowly in and out of her dampening twat. Screaming at herself in her mind as her body betrays her and allows itself to be aroused by this filth. Laughing at the impetuous nature in her eyes makes the dark elf press harder into her rapidly moistening pussy. Removing his fingers the dark elf lifts up her lower body and positions his member before the opening to her channel. Flicking her a malicious smile he proceeds to ram the full length of his member into her tight cunt. Screaming in pain as the large cock is forced into her unprepared sex, Felicia tries in vain to force her paralyzed body to work and resist the intruder. Staring down at the lovely cat woman they lift her up slightly as one slips under her to press his cock against her rosebud the other prepares to push his dick into her mouth. Shouting 'NOOOOO' over and over again in her head as the two other dark elf get ready to fill her remaining orifices she does the only thing that she can do: scream. As an ear splitting tone is released from her mouth all three dark elf slam their organs into her body, filling her tight channels to their limits. Hearing her scream of pain only makes the dark elves grin at her pain. As the two dark elves fucking her ass and cunt thrust their cocks into her in a counter rhythm, bouncing her back and forth on their dicks, Felicia is forced to suck on the third's large cock. Grabbing the back of her head the dark elf with his cock in her mouth forces the cat woman to take his cock and balls all the way into her mouth, sliding down her throat threatening to choke her. Stretching her ass to the limit with each long, stroking, thrust of his organ the dark elf slams it into her as hard as he can with each violent push. Pinching her clit violently with his hand making the nub turn bright red with pain, he takes his penis all the out of her already stretched cunt and buries the entire length of his shaft into the warm haven of her love channel. Screaming past the dick in her mouth Felicia begins to suck expertly on the cock hoping to get this ordeal over with quicker.

Almost biting down as she closes her eyes and winces as both her twat and rear and punished by the large elven dicks that feel like they are about to split her open. As he feels his cock begin to get sucked he lets out a low moan as he reaches down and harshly tweaks the cat girls distended teats. Laughing maniacally as the cat girls ass begins to bleed from his raw raping of her back door. Giving another hard slam the dark elf feels her cervix give away, and his cock push into her womb. Eyes going wide as the feeling of the huge cock entering her womb causes her to shudder and orgasm, coating his dick with her love juices, even as she screams from the fiery pain in her ass. Moaning even louder as her tight cunt clasps around his cock, milking it, making him shoot his wad deep into her womb. The sight of her blood slowly moving down her cock makes the dark elf fuck into her ass harder and harder till he to cums and hot jets of his jism coat her walls. Sucking as hard as she can and letting her tongue run all over his cock, she almost chokes as his seed spurts down her throat almost choking her.

Pulling their cocks out of the still moaning cat girl the dark elf quickly get dressed before packing her up belongings and poking her with a dart coated in a sleep agent. Waking up groggily she tries to move her arms and legs only to find that they are bound tightly with chains. Looking around she finds that she is in a dungeon of some sorts and that she is hanging spread eagle about three feet above the floor. Looking around she notices many torture instruments on the wall and wonders what was done to her while she was asleep. All of a sudden she is lowered to the ground by an unseen hand in the darkness of the room beyond her vision. Springing up as soon as she can two dark elf step into the light, one holding a crossbow pointed at her the other with some more chains and cuffs. Releasing the chains that bind her now her quickly slaps the new set around her hands and feet and connects the two so she can't run. 'Come on bitch were going to take you to some one important.' Staring at the two dark elf with a look of hatred in her eyes, she willing goes not wanting to give them an excuse to hurt her any more. Walking her through a maze of twisting corridors and flights of stairs they eventually make their way to a set of heavy ebony doors. Raping on the door the dark elf speaks something in the dark elf language before the doors are opened. Pushed into the large room the doors slam shut behind her as she stumbles almost falling before righting herself. Looking around the room she is astonished as the walls are covered with many swords and ancient relics. 'So you have come back Felicia.'

Looking around the room her eyes come to rest on the figure of a man standing before a large window. 'Who are you and why am I here'' she demands angrily of the figure. Chuckling the man answers 'Don't you know my voice Felicia' Don't you remember who I am'' turning around Felicia gazes upon the face of an elf. But something was very peculiar about this one, though he was most definitely Dark Elf, as she could tell by his face and ears, he was totally pale except for a pair of piercing blue eyes. 'I have no clue who you are.' Said Felicia 'Maybe not in this form but you should in this one' he says before making an arcane gesture in the air. With a bright flash the image changes instantly before her eyes. Instead of a strange Dark Elf she sees her father. 'No you can't be I saw my father die before my eyes!' 'But I am Felicia, the man you saw die on that morning was a dark elf with a powerful version of the change self spell cast on him. I was no where near the village on the day of the attack. In fact I was the one who planned it from the very beginning!' As the words leave his mouth Felicia feels her jaw drop as she mutters 'It can't be'' 'Oh but it is Felicia you are my daughter and a full blooded dark elf! The only reason you look like a cat person is because I had my mages perform a very complex ritual that would forever change your appearance but keep you the same in your core. Unfortunately my incompetent men captured you as well and began training you to be a sex slave as well. When I found out about this I summoned the storm that brought the plague to the castle to give you a chance to escape. Unfortunately you never developed into the ruthless person I hoped you would become. But no matter at least you know you lineage now.' Shocked at this revelation Felicia can do nothing but stare at her father. 'But then who are you besides my father'' she sputters out. 'Ahhh good question. I am the original Pale Moon Champion that came when a Dark elf kingdom was under attack by Torians. I was able to drive them back, but after wards I came to this country so that the story of my exploits would grow legendary after my sudden disappearance. After leaving the kingdom I returned the essence of Lucia, the goddess of destruction, to the Lunar Tower, but once you have been a vessel of a goddess you are changed forever.' pausing for a moment as the full implication of what he said sinks in.

'Wait! I'm a pure blood dark elf'!' she says with shock and alarm. 'Yes you are but you will forever have the form of a cat person. That is why you enjoyed killing those men so much at the tavern where you acquired that boat. And as you can see you and Braids are not that much different after all.' Says her father as he sits down in a plush chair. 'Braids spoke of a pale moon champion before. Are you the one she was talking about'' Asks Felicia. 'Yes I am, and if my spies tell me correctly Braids has become the new Pale Moon Champion.' Says Felicia's father smugly. 'So why is her eye red like that'' 'Because she is harboring the essence of the moon goddess Lucia, the goddess of destruction where Braids and I come from.' States Felicia's father. 'So that's why she is like that. Oh Braids if only I had known about all this''' falling to her knees as every thing finally makes sense to her she begins to weep. Grinning her father turns back into his Dark elf form before calling to the guards outside the door. As the doors open she is dragged through them and led a different way through the maze of corridors to a new cell. Tossing her uncaringly into the grimy room they leave her as she continues to cry. Crying for the rest of the day Felicia finally falls asleep from exhaustion.

Waking up the next night she finds herself still in her cell. Standing up on shaky feet she slowly creeps up to the bars of the cell. Looking through the bars she sees no one near. Smiling she begins to chant and make arcane gestures in the air as a beam of light appears in front of her and then grows wider. Stepping through the opening Felicia disappears from her cell and appears again outside of the bars. Carefully looking around and seeing no one she begins to run down the corridors looking for the large ebony doors where she met her father. After almost an hour of running through the halls she comes to the large doors. Speaking the password they open with out a sound before her. Creeping silently through the room she finds her belongings on the desk along with a suit of black leather. Perplexed as to what this could mean she puts on the black leather to find that it is a full body suit that matches her size exactly. Thinking to herself about how this would be a great dominatrix suit she quickly chastises herself for thinking that.

Then to her surprise the suit begins to change: the leather over her large breasts disappears and the legs become a very short skirt. Amazed at this she focuses on the full body suit again. Amazed once again the leather flows back to the full body suit. Glad that she has acquired this suit she quickly dons her armor and straps her sword onto her side when something else catches her eye. Looking up on the wall she sees hanging there her family sword! Ecstatic she quickly reaches up and grabs the sword off of the wall.

Immediately as her fingers grasp around the hilt visions pour though her head of all her fathers memories. Falling down on her knees she faints for a moment before it becomes clear to her what she must do. Gazing into the ruby on the hilt images begin to play in her mind of the swords origins and how it came to be created out of the finest mithril ever found at that time, and of the powerful enchantments placed upon it. Taking her old sword and strapping it across her back she grabs the hilt of her family sword and holds it aloft, a light blue aura coming from the sword, as the large ruby on the pommel flares up and then dies down. Sliding the sword into its sheath she attaches it to her belt before grabbing her crossbow and heading back out of the door. Drawing her sword again and aided by the memories of her father she easily navigates the maze of passages till she arrives at his room. Speaking the pass word the door swings open and a fires jumps up in the lights. 'So you have come at last my daughter.' Says the figure hunched over before the fire place. 'Yes I have, and I have come to kill you'Siron' Says Felicia maliciously.

'Well so you have learned my true name. Well come and tr'' he stops in mid sentence and looks at the blade in her hands. 'So the sword has chosen you over me. Hmmm that is unexpected but if it has chosen you then it means you are the right person to help Braids and not me.' He says somberly. 'But I will not go with out a fight!' Standing up he throws off his robe to reveal finely chiseled muscles and two short swords hanging from a belt. 'So it will come down to a fight to the death, fine with me, I hope you can take me old man.' She says, her voice seething with malice towards her father. Drawing his swords her father jumps into the air lunging at Felicia. Sidestepping the careless lunge she screams out mystical words as a large yellow, crackling bolt streaks from her hand towards her father. As he deflects the energy with his sword he lets loose a streaming cone of flame from his fingers, streaking towards Felicia and igniting the burnable objects in the room. Rolling under the flames as they streak over her head she jumps up from the roll and sails out through the door into the hall, landing on one knee before quickly standing back up.

Turning to face her with a look of anger on his face Siron, slashes back and forth with his tow swords trying to decapitate her. Raising her sword up in front of her face the two swords clash against it with a flare of sparks as the magical swords are thrust together. Grabbing her dagger in her left hand and holding her sword in her right she slashes across Siron's abdomen making a large line of blood well up.

Jumping back in pain and shock he quickly smiles and ignores it before saying 'Very good Felicia! But can you dodge this' The last gift that was given to me by Lucia'' He says before raising his hand and with the sound of a thunder clap a ball of darkness forms at the end of his hand. Yelling the final verse the ball streaks towards the astonished cat girl at frightening speed. As she stands there paralyzed with fear as the sphere of darkness streaks towards her, the sword moves of its own volition. Striking the sword the sounds of thousands of screams emanate from the ball before the energy and the screams are sucked into the ball. As both of their eyes go wide in surprise Siron mutters 'but it's just not possible that spell should have obliterated her!' Staring at the sword Felicia realizes that the sword contains the essence of her lineage and it will protect the wielder if they are an ancestor of the sword's creator. Grinning and running up to the stunned Siron with a look of fiery destruction in her eyes she cleaves his head from his neck with a mighty strike from the sword. As her sword rises and falls, hacking the body into pieces, she realizes that this is how she was supposed to be, a reckless machine of destruction. Enjoying the gore splattered over her armor and leather suit, she turns to the crowd of sleepy dark elf woken by the noise of the fight. Looking like a demon of blood as she charges towards the defenseless dark elf she lowers her sword and slashes upward cleaving the first one neatly in two before continuing to massacre the rest of them.

Systematically moving through the castle she kills all of the Dark elf she comes across in a lust for blood that drives her to despicable acts. As the last dark elf in the castle breaths no more she quickly runs to a nearby storage room and looks in seeing if there is anything she can use. Opening the door she smiles to herself as she sees the room is entirely filled with fine cloths and silks, casting multiple energy bolts around the room she grins widely as the flammable material ignites in a burst of light.. Walking away from the room as the blood dries on her new leather suit and armor her eyes burn like the flames that will soon consume the castle. Walking from the castle she grins wider at the blood flowing from the newly slain corpses. Turning around to admire her work she sits down on the grass and watches the castle as it is consumed by flames. Sitting there for two days only stopping her vigil on the castle to eat and sleep she is satisfied with her work when finally the last stone cracks and crumbles down from the flames. Standing up she quickly washes off the blood and ichor in a near by stream. Guided by the stars and the memories of, Siron, her father, The Pale Moon Champion, she returns to the ruins of her village. Stopping in front of the skull marker she stares at it for many hours before drawing the sword still caked with the blood of the dark elf she jumps and with a sound like thunder splitting a tree in half she strikes the unholy marker shattering the skulls into millions of pieces. Landing safely on the ground she stands up and smiles. 'YOU ARE ALL FREE NOW!' she says as she feels the presence of the multitude of spirits released flow past her as they are released form the cairn. Cleaning the sword she gingerly places it on the ground with her armor, crossbow, and dagger. Casting the mystic colors spell she quickly paints them all a jet-black color to match her leather suit. Stopping the spell she quickly puts the sword back in the sheath, the ruby still shining on the hilt and the blue aura still emanating from the sword even with the new coloring. Placing her crossbow back on her shoulders she sticks the dagger into her belt. Spending the night under a collapsed section of building the cat girl is finally able to come to terms with her past. Waking early the next morning she quickly eats breakfast from her pack before setting off to the north to her boat.

After walking for one day she returns to the sea and the boat she acquired at the tavern brawl. Jumping aboard she quickly sets the orb in its spot. 'Welcome back Miss Felicia I was beginning to wonder if we where ever going to make it back.' Said Mareth. 'Did you doubt my ability'' said Felicia jokingly. 'No not at all. But now that we are back on the boat are we to return to the fords of Voremancar, or are we going to return to Belariath some other way'' thinking it over for a moment Felicia smiles at Mareth. 'Let's return to the fords of Voremancar, I need to repay that nice bar tender since the cost to clean up all of that blood was probably horrendous!' 'All right then back to the fords.' Says Mareth as the magic sails billow full of air and the small craft launches forward. As the land slowly drifts away behind her she smiles to her self as she goes below deck till they arrive.

Walking down the stairs to her cabin she thinks to herself 'While Braids eye will still represent death and destruction I now know that those energies will not be directed at me but at her enemies, and at any one who threatens me. Smiling to her self she lies down and goes to sleep on the large bed in her cabin.

Returning to the small harbor Felicia smiles as she returns to the deck of the ship and looking to the South says 'No need to return to that land anymore I have nothing left there. I can now begin my real life, the life with my love at the Lonely Inn, deep in the wilds of Belariath.' Disembarking from the ship she quickly detours inside of the tavern and hands the bar keep the money for the broken chairs and the repair needed for his pub as well as the cost of cleaning up all the blood. Leaving her ship at the harbor she quickly begins the long march back to the Inn.

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