[Great Basin] Sins of the Subservient (Closed invitational)

[Shei'yein Neydremi]

0900 Hours
Near a settled area in the Great Centripax Basin
Junctior 20th in Era I of the Celestine Mandate
Era XIII Post Fractum

Adrift on the shore, a dream born of fear, hatred, and hope,
Garbed in white, leathers and silks, a candle ‘gainst the black sky,
From astral space stepped a form, freed of chains and rope;
Unbounded by morality, judgement ‘fore the Gods deny.

Tendrils flare’d, agape at the world, and for a moment, bright he shone,
His wings stretched to the sky, screaming with fury,
Yet, despite pure garm and garb, his deeds could not atone,
For in that moment, might called to might, and nine would be his jury.

T’was but a brief moment, and nary a step had been taken,
The space ‘round him hissed, and grew bright;
For in his distraction, great forces he’d awakened,
And to their realm, this elf they’d not invite.

Azure’d robes, darkest indigo, brightest silver;
Three triumvirites of power; they called out in rage,
The nine surrounded the one, strengthenin’ ‘gainst the killer,
And called for an end to the revolutionary age.

“Eons ago, we felt thy presence in the wars of chaos, o bringer of silence,
Now dust shall return to dust, and violence upon violence.”

[Shei'yein Neydremi]

The mask of night was torn, and pyrotechnics birth’d from bared palms,
Surrounded by nine, the elf drew his blade, readying his art,
His defenses he prepared, through a focus’d aplomb,
‘Gainst the first mage; fingers extended towards his heart.

Like panthers hunting their prey, the nine melted towards the dark,
In the clearing, the elf stood, blade in hand, eyes bared ahead,
Calm and wary, with neither fear nor glib remark,
Evasion brooked not these odds, thus focusing instead of metaphysical threads.

The bright blazes flew, seeking the elven mystic’s head,
A thin line they trace’d to the youngest of the nine, an adept of white,
Yet, soon after they’d stuck, engulfing the elf in a bathe of bright threads,
As he spoke, shrieking his displease, elven wings tore through the field of light!

“T’was a pitiful effort, unworthy even for an exercise of skill,
You’ve signed the contracts for your deaths, and now, I’ll fulfill.”

[Shei'yein Neydremi]

Arcane wings stretching to the sky, glaring forth at those assembled,
The elf moved to cast his spells, casting forth a might most high,
Yet ‘fore his spells could manifest, the earth shook, yawed, then trembled,
For ‘gainst the speed of nine united, even mastery’s strength could not defy.

Rock spat from the earth, and jutted into the sky,
Stasis struck once more, and the wings moved with speed,
Through chaos and evaporating rocks with energy, Aeternia ran awry,
His energies were strain’d, though his life he’d not so easily concede.

They revolved without rest, a maelstrom of rock assaulted his frame,
Surrounded on all sides, batter’d to and fro, yet saved from impalement,
He clung to meager life only by the magics that his will became,
Yet, within his eyes they lay an unquenchable devil’s glint.

He rose from the ground, fallen yet defiant, a hero of lore,
His silks were tattered, his leathers ripped; his armour laid open, a feast of gore.

[Shei'yein Neydremi]

“How dare you still to stand, bastard son of the night?!”
Incredulous, they stared, disbelieving that one could withstand,
Yet, though power’d their attacks’d been, Nirvana’d rendered some trite,
For the limbs of the elf, and battered body’d still obey his commands.

His clothes were tattered silks, exposing bare chest to gazing moonlight,
A white-leather longcoat hanging on his shoulders by threads near-bare,
Around him, spun in raging streams, shrieking spirits of the blight,
“Your Gods have abandonned you nine, forsake your worthless prayer.”

The elf grinned, spitting out a mouthful of blood-mixed rock,
And began to walk, unshealthing his sin-slaying blade,
The nine delved to clara, yet their power Kalendryas’ seemed to mock,
Admist, two stood forth with blades readied, ‘gainst time’s scale their lives would weigh,

His enchantments roared with pleasure, charging his veins with liquid adrenaline,
Twin souls of righteousness stepped forth, steel united to grace elven skin!