Legends of Belariath

It had been quite the time since the dark elf approached the Inn for the first time... A naked, wounded, abused, broken, escaped slave girl... She now had power... Slaves of her own... Another dark elf much like herself, a chirot girl whom was one of the few she had promised to protect... And soon to be a duessa, perhaps one of the few remnants of her sketchy past, in the way of her mother's former slaves, whom she'd taken as well.

But the power now ranged much more than that, there were those that aknowledged her as superior, merely based on what they had watched of her. Yet those that did not, she was indeed quite quick to remind herself more powerful than. Allies, she contained - several of which had power which rivaled or surpassed her own. As well as her lover, possibly the most unlikely of sorts - Noir, a torian, who perhaps managed to capture her heart at a time when she was quite vulnerable to such. Nevertheless, their love still stood, quite blossoming, one of the very few the dark elf actually cared for and protected.

She has quite little to recall of her past beyond the past several years, perhaps enough to create a bit of memoirs which she keeps to herself, telling bits and pieces as she desires to others. If asked to go into more detail, it is quite frequent for the dark elf to change the subject, or display her desire not to talk to such. Reason being she remembers quite little aside from the quite general background... Though whether that be because of the traumatic experience of slavery... Or, perhaps, something else... is yet to be known... Atleast, by her.

Nevertheless, the dark elf was now a shadow of what she was upon her arrival - strong, cocky, arrogant, prideful - perhaps a true dark elf, as her goddess had intended her - perhaps she had made up with her goddess now, though she'd had never sent her any signs of such... Perhaps she was instead still testing the dark elf. Nevertheless, she would do as she did every night - silently ask her goddess for forgiveness of the crime she did not know she had commited, or was not sure of what she had done...

The dark elf soon drifted off into the land of slumber, only to have a dream different to those she was used to. It was as if she was sitting on the edge of a dark lake which upon lay a small boat with a dark figure. The figure was unable to be seen but she spoke with such strength and power that was almost familiar to you.

She tells a story which is about the dark elf, one that follows of the times she had told this area of Belariath and of all her actions. Speaking lowly and almost gratingly, the figure states she is pleased with how you have improved yourself, but there was one other thing you needed to show to her before complete forgiveness and burying of past experiences could be done completely.

The dark elf is given a soft almost burning hot key and then told to open a small box that will be waiting for her when the time for her to embark on the test. The dream then fades.

Waking up the next morning you can smell light burning flesh from a key in your hand, and the sudden awareness it was not just a dream…

The box rests on the table in the front room, again with that same feeling you have seen it before.

Opening the box you can see a parchment, one that is so crisp and neat only one of great skill could have made it.

Written in the finest handwriting you have seen is the following:

The Test.

You have been given the opportunity to redeem yourself by acquiring the 3 spider orbs of Thujd Deit, then once you have done this you must venture to the Spider stone and place each corresponding spider in it's place. You will need to use your skill and cunning to achieve this as you will be allowed no outside assistance.

The Stones are placed in the following Areas.

Silver Stone: You will need to acquire this from the dark lord of the northern territories as it remains sitting on an old velvet sash. there are two identical spiders, only you will understand the correct one. you will need cunning and a sharp tongue if you wish him to give you the stone, or other methods may suffice...

Ruby Stone: This is placed in the Library of an old man who lives in the main town not to far from the inn. you will need to find the book upon this orb sits.

Jet Stone: This one is located deep underground, guarded only by several females, race unknown. you must lure them away from the tunnel, and using your stealth avaid the traps and other surprises you may find there.

Once completing your quest you will either be given the freedom you deserve, or will continue to remain as you were.

The Presence of Ke`Lasha

The first of such stones the dark elf would seek out, would be the one stored the closest

- The ruby stone, stored within a library in the town nearest her home? It was quite obviously one where the fire mage traveled most frequently. Nanthalion would be sought out, though it would be rather obvious that the intent was to pilfer something from the male who had it - and fortunately the guise of night was still among her. She did have, however, a fairly extensive knowledge of the area of the town, her experience within the thieves guild proving that she'd learned many of the important locations and the living areas of many of the wealthy and noble of Nanthalion.

She'd only three places she recalled there being the presence of a library - one of them not within the city, being within the tower of magic nearby. The second of which was within... the bard's guild, or whatever one might call it; she'd never had the desire to go there prior. The third, however, fit the description quite well - a large house to store a library owned by an older male - and such would be the immediate destinate of the pyromancer upon the quest she was set upon by her Goddess.

The building in question was two floors worth of stone, well kept and obviously the home of a rather rich male. Thankfully, the eldery (atleast to a human) male was fast asleep through the night, and heard nothing of the dark elf's picking of the door's lock. Rather skilled and practiced were her motions, and it wouldn't take much effort for the thief to succeed in making her way within. Truthfully, she had no idea what she was looking for - aside from the fact it was a stone, it was red, it symbolized a spider, and it was upon a book.

Of course, being upon a book could mean many a thing, considering she was indeed in a library. She would skim her eyes through the darkened room, which was quite little of an obstacle to her eyesite. Her race had spent centuries living beneath the world to adapt such eyesite where her kind could see through it flawlessly. Seeing no such obvious indications after a brief walkthrough of the bottom floor, she would proceed to the second. Up the stairway she would go - and much to her chagrin the wood was rather ill kept.

She would succeed in making her way to the second floor with but a single slightly audible creak in the wooden, though she was naturally a bit cautious of whether it had roused the inhabitant of such - probably a bit too paranoid at the sound which would have been amplified by her elven hearing. Coming to the top of the second floor, she skims the room's interior for a moment, finding herself just near what appeared to be the enterence to the human's room to find him sound asleep within his bed still, and her lips curl up into a soft smirk.

For the briefest of moments, she would contemplate slaying him to make her need for stealth a bit less so - though she'd be distracted as her eyes settle upon the enterence to another room just beside it, a dim light breaking through the darkness - and within a wooden plack was the word "Arcana" engraved within. Once mustn't be bothered to look through that which is unnecessary without first going through the clues which stood out most obvious. Atleast she presumed it was some form of arcane object she was looking for - and that would be the direction she would head.

Her eyes widen a slight bit at the rather pleasant display of various obviously old relics, books, and artifacts - with various discriptions listed about. She was tempted to take time to pilfer a few of them for her own use - however, her eyes would first skim for the stone she'd been sent to recieve. Her eyes would settle upon it - and she'd know exactly what it is when her eyes crossed its path. A large, blood red sphere, swirling with what appeared to ben archaic energy... And in the center, was a spider - pure white in color, completely suspended in place. Curiously, her eyes shifted to its description, to know exactly what she was after.

"The Presence of Ke`Lasha:

It is believed that this magical artifact is one of three stones that contained the corrupted and tormented essence of the Goddess Ke`Lasha. In ancient times she was a Goddess associated with warmth, caring, love and compassion. It is fabled that the Goddess radiated these emotions upon any she went near - coming to be known only as her presence. Ke`Lasha was eventually corrupted and slain. Her Presence, Soul, and Spirit were each trapped away in a small orb. Each orb contains a matching spider, which "corrupts" that which is contained within.

The Presence of Ke`Lasha - when trapped within the stone was a soft, gentle blue, signifying the tranquility she brought about to those she was within the presence of, though under the spider's corruption, her presence was shifted to a dark, swirling red - to show of fear, anger, hatred and lust: the emotions which the Goddess did not wish to instill. Each orb was seperated, and it is unknown where the other two stones lay."

So it would seem her Goddess had sent her to retrieve the stones of perhaps a fallen enemy? Nevertheless, she wouldn't wait long to think upon it for the moment being, and instead reach her hand out to nonchalantly grab it. Of course, it wouldn't be unreasonable to assume that one may have placed traps around any of the objects, and after a brief skimming of the room and the area of the orb that there was no such traps. Her hand then swiftly reaches out to snatch it up from the book it was laid upon.

That was easy enough. The first of such stones obtained, her eyes would silently roam around the roam which seemed to store a myriad of other relics and items... and of course the thief in her would pause for a moment to decide to take a few with her. Her fingers would extend out to grab for a small sharp edged stiletto that caught her eye, the other hand tightly gripping the stone she had, when a voice came to interrupt her in a raspy, eldery sounding voice. "Wh-what are you doing?"

The dark elf's eyes narrowed slightly as she turned around upon her heel, her fingers tightening around the hilt of the stiletto she'd reached for. In a deft motion, it'd be drawn and pointed in the direction of the offender. It would seem the old man had been roused through the night. His brown eyes had settled upon the orb Senai'd stolen, then to the stiletto pointed in his direction. "W-what would a dark elf want with the Presence of Ke`Lasha?" his voice inquires, a bit nervously.

Her fingers clenched a bit more tightly about the stone, as her eyes narrowed to the male. "Be silent and move," came her only words, and it would seem the man had lost a bit from his adventuring days - and would slowly move out of the dark elf's way, sighing under his breath a bit. Not looking to wait to see any vengeance the male had planned, or if he'd called any guards, the fire mage would take to moving out of the room and back down the stairway she'd come - keeping an eyebrow lofted in his direction - it'd appear he was wise enough to not do anything.

In mere moments, she would be out the door, pulling it closed slowly behind her before fleeing quickly should the man attempt to call forth the guards. Her path would take her in the direction of the north - of which the note had stated she'd acquire the second of such stones. The trick now was to find the camp to the north. An elven warlord? It did sound the slightest bit familiar, but nevertheless she would set off in its direction.

The Spirit of Ke`Lasha

In her travels to the north - which'd taken her a few days to do, finding random encampments and towns to stay in - she'd realized where she'd recalled such a camp prior. Her days of slavery had landed her serving many a person - and this warlord who held the second stone she was to seek out was nary an exception. As a matter of fact - she had a bit of vendetta to settle with him, having a rather large lengthy scar to bare upon her back for many years as result of his "play" with her.

She growled lightly at the thought, and making her way up the path from a day's rest, the dark elf would come within suitable distance of the camp, which of course housed quite a great portion of elves trained in battle. Attempting to kill them all would likely land her back within the world of slavery, which she'd little desire to go back with. After a brief moment of consideration, she'd decide that going in armed with malicious intent wouldn't be the best course of actions for such a motion.

Probably the best motion to go about would be to assume the role of her slavery oncemore, and lull the unsuspecting warlord into believing her to be a still rather powerless slave, then pilfer the stone when he'd let his guard down. After a slight huff to consider it being the best option, she would take to removing her clothing and armors - as much as she didn't wish to put down any form of protection - and assume a rather slave-like persona she'd not done for many a year.

Only for her Goddess would the fire mage oncemore lower herself to such a wretched persona, and a deep breath taken, she moved in the camp's direction - nude and only wearing the collar she always did, and her soft leather boots as well... perhaps for a bit of hidden reason. Taking a moment to expell a deep breath, she would brush her hair from her eyes and make her way torward the direction of the two well armored guards, the nude dark elf's ordinarilly glum expression taking on a quite manufactured eye of happiness.

One of the guards would be of the first to note the approaching nude dark elf, a brow perked as he lets his lips curl into a slight smirk. The sylvan would appearantly recognize her - as she'd not changed much aside from the differet color of the air, as well as being slightly more "well kept. Turning to the guard, he would whisper below his breath to his partner, and the male would move off torward a large cabin built at the center of the camp. Though he new, the guard would shift his eyes back in Senai's direction, smirking and calling out to her, "Who goes there?"

A deep breath would precede Senai's answering of his question, and the dark elf's red eyes skimmed him over - watching him overlook her obviously attractive form. After a brief moment, she would call out to him, "My master has settled nearby upon business and said that I should come offer myself to Sir Delaroth as his appreciation for the money he paid for my use last time we were in town."

She would neglect to mention what had happened shortly after... Her escape and her master's slaying, naturally, of course. And the guard responded with a curt nod of his head, grinning slightly and taking a few steps in Senai's direction - a hand nonchalantly reaching out to grope her right breast in his grip, rubbing his hand over ier nipple slightly. The black nub responded by erected slightly, and he chucklee out to her. "I am sure he shall be glad to hear of your return..." he muttered out. "Come slut!" was ordered, with a waving of his hand as he moved off in the center cabin's direction.

Masked by her forged emotions of general cheeriness, the fire mage deeply down wished to fry the male down where he stood for his words and laugh and throw them in his face. However, she'd no armor to protect herself from the swarm of guards that could come in the open, as well as doubt of her ability to take the sheer number of them that stood within the camp's walls - even with as powerful as she'd become. Approaching the door, she would find the second of the guards departing from it, pushing the door open for Senai to walk through. "M'Lord awaits." he said in a low, soft voice.

A curt, obedient nod would be placed in the man's direction, and she inwardly smirked... Ahh how men could be so foolish when presented with a beautiful woman such as herself. She would walk into the room, and the door closed swiftly beneath her - the door locked. A voice would ring out from several rooms over "Ahh, my precious dark elf slut... do come show me yourself once again." came the unmistakble deep voice, and the fire mage would cringe lightly at its familiar sound, and his words, before making her way to its source.

A rather large, well-muscled sylvan elf would be in the center of the room, upon a large wooden chair - wearing a pair of baggy black breeches and a white shirt which stretched about his form tightly. The brown haired male smirked as he noticed Senai's presence. "Good, it is you," his words rang out softly, a pleased tone to his voice as he motioned her over slowly, pointing her to kneel on the floor beneath her. "Come do kneel, I've much business to attend to later, though I'd not wish to do away with the gift I've been given this day."

Her smiling would only be skin deep - the man's very voice instilled hatred within her, though she struggled to maintan the smile on her face and moved obediently to him, kneeling between his large parted thighs. No time would be wasted, it seemed, and one of the man's hands would reach to grope Senai's darkened breast idly, the other to tug down the waist of his breeches, nodding to the "slave" in a silent command of what to do. She'd little desire to pleasure him again, the hatred she felt for him boording within her - but nevertheless she complied.

Leaning forward, her dark hand extending out to wrap its index and forefinger around the base of his slowly erecting shaft, the fire mage leaning forward slightly to let her pink tongue gently caress the hardening head. Giving her a brief lookover, the man shook his head slightly. "Hm, your master healed away the marking I left on your back? Perhaps I will have to place it back..." he chuckled out, and it seemed as if he very well did plan to do so, and he turned to the side to retrieve his dagger from the table he lefted it on nearby.

Unfortunately for him, Senai wasn't nearly as weak or submissive as she'd been last time he met - and she'd come rather will prepared. Even the most meager of outfits could provide useful hiding for a weapon of sorts. The dark elf's hand reached down into her left boot as he turned away. It was a good thing she'd decided to keep such a weapon on her when she was otherwise unarmed... a dagger unsheathed from her boot would be drawn and slashed in the quick motion of an arm.

Widening his eyes, Delaroth would come to the startling realization of what Senai was up to a moment too late - and the sharpened dagger which Senai'd use many a time to slay the unsuspecting foe had succeeded in rather cleanly cutting his erected member from his body, a but of his red elven essence spilling out from his lips. He let out a slow roar in pain - but the pyromancer was a bit overcome by the fiery temper she'd been instilled with upon becoming a fire mage; unwilling to be scarred again.

Growling, she'd stand up and thrust that bloody dagger cleanly through his throat in one swift, practiced motion. She'd become quite experienced of seducing and killing when one's guard was dropped, while taking her own sweet revenge in the process. The Warlord, betrayed by the supposed slave, would fall down to the floor in a messy, bloody heap. A kick would be ushered to his side, merely for spiteful good measure as she withdrew the dagger from him, cleaning it off slowly.

In her anger, she'd forgotten about the task at hand, though quickly reminded of it, her eyes would scan the warlord's room for the orb she was looking for... Or rather, two of them... The dead man on the floor would be forgotten as Senai replaced her dagger back within her boot, uncaring about the blood that stained it now to move in their direction. A black sash held two totally silver orbs - which even with the fire mage's close inspection, she couldn't distinguish any difference.

Rather than risking taking the wrong one, she'd instead curl up the black sash around them both, rather not wishing to take the wrong one and have to attempt to come back later where doing so would be rather difficult.Holding them tightly within the sash, the nude dark elf would make her way back to the door, huffing a bit as she regrouped herself, adopting that perky smile oncemore. Her hand slowly unlocked the door and pushed it open, and the fire mage proceeded back to the encampment's enterence, giving each guard a curt nod as she passed.

A growl passed through her lips as she felt a hand slap down upon her bottom, clenching the cheek of it tightly and - without really thinking of the consiquences of such - she would turn around and conjure up a swirling ball of fire to be launched at the offender's face. It needn't be said that the guard hadn't much of a chance. Unfortunately, his loud scream of horrific pain would alert many of the other of the camp's residents to her crime, and before she'd await any reaction to take place she'd take off fleeing, holding that curled sash in her hand - the nimble elf soon dissapearing from sight.

The loud yell would proceed her leaving as the fire mage made her way back torward where she'd left her belongings; the anger of the shout making it seem as if they had discovered the slain warlord. Panting heavily, the dark elf was deep in the trees, her dark form would give her quite the time to prepare herself. She took a moment to look over the two orbs she'd stolen, along with the third she'd retrieve a few days previous. Holding the two silver stones up to their reddened companion, it would become quite evident which was the correct one.

The second of the two would begin to dissipate a slight bit in its silver tone, revealing a swirling essence within it much as the red one - and torrential swirl of silver essence revealing an almost angered looking ethereal face - with a matching white spider inside it as well. It would seem she had the second of the stones, the Spirit of Ke`Lasha. She take the third along with her, however - it could be an item of great power itself. Blinking slightly, the spiders slightly shifted in direction to point east... And Senai felt compelled to follow their direction...

The Soul of Ke`Lasha

After perhaps a day's journey to the east - it would become appearant to Senai that the orbs seemed to activate and trigger each other. And two, when placed together, would seek out the third... Or atleast, it seemed like a reasonable guess to her. They would lead her to the direction of an underground network of caverns... Its structure seemed quite familiar to her, and it wouldn't take much time for the fire mage to observe that it was indeed dark elven. Hmm, perhaps this would be the easiest to gather for her, being a position of power amongst her people.

A bit eager and cocky to get her task over with, she'd move slowly down the cavern, red gaze skimming through the oddly unkept tunnel she was in - coming to its base to find a rather well-lit underground lair of sorts, seemingly inhabited by not her own kin... but high elves, and her teeth grit a bit as she growled under her breath, the fire mage observed from. It figured she'd be forced to associate with that sort of scum to retrieve something for her Goddess. The fools probably stole it. Slowly placing the two acquired stones in their proper compartment within the belt she had, the fire mage would slowly make her way torward the lone female which stood at its gates.

It seemed she'd had her share of armor-clad guards upon this quest, and this girl would be no exception. The high elf would appearantly share a mutual hatred for the pyromancer, and her lip curled up into a sneer. "What do you want, scum?" the high elf asked of her, and she narrowed to Senai's own - sharing the expression torward each other.

The dark elf wasn't in the greatest of moods to be dealing with the fools that would only be loosly entwined as her kin, and she growled out lowly. "I seek something that this place holds. Bring it to me, or I shall take it..." she utters out, that temper of her flaring like usual, reddened gaze narrowed slightly as she looked over the female that lay before her.

Of course the high elf would chuckle in response at such a demand, shaking her head softly as she uttered out to the dark elf. "Quite steep demands coming from a lowly little dark elf. We do not let others within our home without great reason or great payment and tribute of our Goddess." she replied, looking over Senai wearily.

"Ahh, tribute to your Goddess..." the dark elf whispered absently. This would likely prove rather difficult, no doubt the Goddess she spoke of was likely the very essence of the Goddess she was attempting to pilfer the "Soul" of. The attempt to offer a suitable tribute to atleast make her way within so that she may better find its location. After a brief moment of consideration, she reached her fingers within her belt to retrieve the other of the two globes she'd pilfered from the elven warlord, fingers clasping around the silver globe as she held it up. "Hmm... and what of this?" she inquires of the high elf.

A widening of her soft blue eyes would be noted as the girl looked over that silver orb, and she would pause for a moment, swallowing slightly. "Y-yes... I'll take it..." she said eagerly, almost shouting it out, hands reaching out to grab the silver orb. Senai, instictively, lofted a brow and tugged it away from her grip - the high elf seemingly a little too infatuated with it to merely let it go to be allowed enterence.

"Oh?" she inquires, her expression held nothing but sheer amusement within it as she watched the high elf futily grab for the orb which would be tugged away from her, like an ogre teasing a little halfling with a bag of coin perhaps? "And exactly what do you plan to give me for it? You seem rather too interested for me to merely accept enterence." she muses. She didn't seem to know why the high elf had an infatuation for the silver orb - but that didn't matter, it would be her collateral for a bit more perhaps.

"Anything, I swear!" the elf cried out in a weakened tone. Almost in disbelief, the dark elf shifted her eyes to the silver orb she held within her hand, lips curling into a slight smirk as she then returned her gaze back to the girl.

"Mmm... go fetch me the stone that holds the soul of your goddess..." the pyromancer whispered to her, nochalantly. And why not? The female seemed a great bit infatuated with the stone, and the dark elf had no particular value for it. Much to her surprise the girl would nod her head and quickly turn around to run off, and the fire mage would prove to be rather speachless at the stone... lifting it up oncemore to inspect it for any value she didn't see. Frankly, it looked ordinary enough to her - though regardless of its worth, it would succeed her in capturing the third stone she was seeking.

She'd nothing to do now but wait... And that she did, for a good several hours - the sun having already set for nightfall outside of the cave she was in. She'd begun to give up hope on the girl returning, though her night-adjusted eyes would eventually spot the female returning, hands clenched tightly around something as she looked around nervously. Skittering her way up to Senai, she would shakily hold those two hands out to her, revealing the stone. "H-here... now give me the orb..." she muttered out weakly.

"Ahh, so the little whore did bring it back afterall..." the elf uttered out, chuckling softly. In a swift, deft motion her hand would extend out to snatch the blackened stone from her hand, and the high elf whimpered in protest - thinking the elf'd tricked her. Senai lifts that stone up slightly, bringing it near her eyes so that they look through the black within it - and raging like a burning flame was the blackened, corrupted essence of Ke`Lasha's soul, and the fire mage curled her black lips up into her grin. "Good... Now, if you desire it back... I shall... Mmm, though remove your armor... and anything else, shall you? I've got quite the special destination for it."

Unfortunately for the poor high elf, she was so enraptured in seeking its return that she was essentially putty in the fire mage's hands, and she would nod her head frantically, stripping down her chestplate, vambraces, greaves, gauntlets - all of her underclothing, revealing her pert, nude little frame beneath. "Very good..." Senai mused out again, rather enjoying how this little display'd turned out. She'd place the stone with its companions in her belt, before lashing out to grip the female's hair to tug her into bending over.

Once such a position had been established, the fire mage would slowly toy with the silver orb that was the source of the high elf's lusting and grip it tightly, placing its cold surface to the lips of the high elf's labia and nonchalantly thrusting the entire ball into her in one swift motion. It would seem all the greater for her as she'd notice said motion followed by the idle trickle of blood out of her cunt... Ohh, she was a virgin it seemed? How lovely, she'd succeeded in compeltely destroying the little elf's dignity.

Amidst her sobs of pain from her taken virginity, she'd squeak out in elation and glee as the orb was delivered to her, reaching her hand down to frustratedly try to claw it from deeply within her pussy. Though tempted she was to watch, Senai'd take to moving away from the cave before the girl would take to changing her mind - and she'd known exactly where the returning of the stones would take place...

The Bane of Ke`Lasha

"Who goes there?" asked the stern voice of the male dark elf at Senai's approach. She was in a very foul mood, having to return to the land of her birth much prior to when she'd desired. Though fortunately, the shrine her Goddess had set her off to was a decent potion away from the town of her birth. Though she was quite grumpy about the lengthy journey she'd taken to get there, a several days journey away from Nanthalion, she was within the realm of Dar`Lgoth, the dark elven city in which she reigned as a matron of one of its greatest houses.

"Shove off fool, I am a matron here to speak with my Goddess..." she growls out to him, walking purposefully past him and pushing the door open to the shrine open. The guard would, of course, concede to her - noting the collar upon her neck. "Of course, Matron Senai." he'd utter out with a solomn nod of his head. He'd not heard much about her from where he lived, however he did recognize the collar about her neck, and the name of the current matron of the house which the collar signified.

She'd walk purposefully through the halls of the shrine, silently muttering a prayer in her mind to her Goddess - as was only proper for one to do in the presence of such a holy shrine. Ornately carved statues and hallways lay before her path to a large glorious room filled with a large statue dedicated to that of her Goddess.

Kneeling reverently before it, the pyromancer sighs lowly, and looks down for a moment. "My Goddess, I have come with the stones you've asked of me to bring..." she uttered out softly, and her fingers would reach to withdraw them from their comparments within her belt. Standing up a bit shakily, her hands extended forward to place each of the three orbs within the slots that had seemingly been carved into the statue for such a purpose. Each one would be settled neatly, as the fire mage finally took a chance to look at how each interacted with each other...

The Spirit of the goddess was now shifting and swirling torrentially, the semblance of a face seen within in a soft silver within the center orb, swirling around within its prison as if it were eyeing back and forth between its soul and its presence, taunting and angrily attempting to escape its eternal prison so that it my reclaim itself hole again.

The Essence was dark, blood red - almost looking to be set on fire as it twisted and shifted within its reddened cage, its anger seemingly growing moreso as it was held so closely to its companions - yet still denied the very unity which it desired, desperately trying to seek release to reign its influence upon all it camed near.

The Soul, however, still blackened and burning like an eternal flame was rather dormant in its motions, though the flame was noticably curling and shifting a bit restlessly - as if attempting to either escape, or reunite itself with its other portions, yet the magical seal did not enable it to do so.

Senai's observance of the stones wouldn't last much longer, however, and the three stones would slowly begin to glow in a piercing light which would cause the fire mage to lift her hand to shift her eyes - though she'd been on the surface for quite a lengthy amount of time, staring directly into incredibly bright light fixtures was still a bit more intolerable than it'd be to a human, and a soft hiss would emit from her throat as she shielded herself from the piercing light.

Several moments would pass before the blinding pulse of light would dissapear, and blinking slightly, the elf would take a few moments to regain her sense of vision before shifting her gaze back to the stones left upon the statue... Only to find, it seemed that they were no longer present... Was this her Goddess' acceptance, revulsion? Had she done something wrong, she couldn't seem to tell...

After several long moments of search, her eyes would settle upon a faint glow pulsing from the rightmost side of her collar, and a cant of her head and diversion of her eyes would yield that it seemed the stones she'd been searching for were now imbued within her collar... Perhaps as a trophy to wear? The Presence had been placed in the left side, the Soul in the right, and the Spirit left in the center to be endlessly tormented by its inability to get to either of them.

The dark elf would take such as a sign that she'd gained her Goddess' favor, given the task of keeping her enemy's essence in her own protection to never allow her escape for as long as the elf would live - which, hopefully, would be forever...

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