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Nailah felt herself get sucked in the portal just as she was about to go fight Elias. Dammit...she cursed. She was in Nelphean's arms a scant moment later. She heard his questions and immediately felt very uncomfortable. She had a quick feel of fear. Nelphean was acting very strangely. She found herself kissed and blinked. Bastet was going to kill her. She looked at Nelphean and said "I...never ignored you." Nelpheans lust flooded her system adn she began to struggle in his arms. "Put me down before someone sees." She blinked and hten saw where they were. "Oh my God. Nelphean have you lost it?!" She heard him say Vincent and immediately loss filled her. "I loved Alex and I still....do." She felt herself get put down and then picked back up. What had the world come to? Her face paled when the words 'take me' hit her and her eyes widened. She shook her head slowly and closed her eyes. She felt a stirring deep inside and bit her lip. Finally she got a handle on the emotions flooding her system. "Control yourself Nelphean and put me down!"

Nelphean's mind not function well fear without. Must find awswer to questions. Insane I might as well be, for no sanity is left in here. Oh, useful thoughts, I think I am calming down... Sorry Bastet, I am not used to not being hunted... Seeing the sword, just made me... Lilacs. The elf's mind was quiet after that, though his warm feelings Bastet seemed to eminate through the pendent. Love me, and let me find my way back to you, hate me and leave me forever, for I should never have done this to you Then his thoughts focused more on the phrase, 'Pretty Pretty Princess'.

The pendent stayed glowing, and the arrow kept pointing.

Kellendel watched the girl leave, and wondered what the hell was that. He looked at Elias, shrugged. "She was summoned."

Nelphean shook his head at Nailah, "Your eyes sparkled most when you thought Alex was Vincent." He put her down, "That solves this problem." He bowed, and Tumbled away. What other concieled thought did he have... Two... No where was Bastet... He rather just tell her in person...

The action caught her off guard and surprisingly pulled a laugh from the woman. A moment spent still smiling and laughing as he had set her down. Then she frowned slightly. Grasping his arms she pushed on him, making his limbs involuntarily stretch so that he wasn't crouching. "Do me one favor...don't crouch. You stand on your own level...not below anyone else's." With a nod to that her attention turned to Soulforge, which Cymarron had hold of. Taking hold of the sword herself she drew it from her belt and held the blade in her palms, letting Cymarron look at it. "This is Soulforge, remember? The broken sword I had earlier. I left earlier, I had it fixed, and then inscribed further to bear Saradin's name. It eases the pain of his death a little...for me anyway..."

He stood as she wanted, thoguh his shoulders slumped some as his spine wasn't used to standing like this..before grasping Soulforge. he lifted it up, and instincts born of other's lives took over, as he spun the blade lightly, before almost in a trance stepped away and into avery complex kata of motion, almost like a dance. Had the elf been there, he might have recognized the Wind dance that elven blade dancers used in combat..before shaking his head slightly and handing soulforge back to Aura.

"It is good to honor one as him be remaking the fang he used to defend others..it is a very nice metal fang too."

The cat woman stood firmly planted in the spot staring at the little pendant around her neck, saying nothing. Well, his thoughts seemed random enough still, but then they were always to an extent. With another sigh she scratched behind one ear and looked up at the ceiling like it would help, "What have you done to me that I have not opened myself up to? Essentially I took a risk, and whenever you take a risk, you must accept what happens, no matter what it is. You can not go back on it just because it does not turn out to be the bed of roses you thought it would be, hm, a rose for the romantic elf. After all did I not say that I was there for it all when you asked me to make sure?"

It was all true, she remembered it well. She had said yes and opened herself up to this world. She walked slowly towards where the arrow was now pointing and where it seemed to stay. "I also once told you that we would part only if you wanted to. So far I maintain that, I am not sure that I could hate you, though I am slightly mad at the moment. I still love you." Unsure yet pressing forward, she continued walking slowly, "And currently, you are being hunted by a cat woman with a twitchy tail who wants to know what you are thinking."

Elias simply stared as Naliah as she walked back into the kitchen, something was strange, it seemed that Naliah had captured the hearts of many. It would seem that ELias was definately fithing a loosing battle. He smiled to the lady as he bowed. "Well I am afraid that our fight must be postpone, mon cherrie I hacve somethings which require my attention." Elias said as he became fully engulfed in the green flames, and dissapeared amogst them. It was staring to scare him, how easily he was able to control his new powers.

"I think you'd you better without a sword anyway. Cymarron should fight with what Cymarron has." A smile and a short laugh. "Us humans have that frailty to us by default and sadly enough nature passed us up when natural weapons were being handed out. Believe me, they can be more trouble than they are worth." She was quiet fore a moment before she looked back up to him, her eyes misting over azure once from the light change caused by the action before fading back to chocolate. "Thank you Cymarron." She was sure he knew what the thank you was for. Aura raised a hand, scratching around his ears once more. "I need to go check on Ecara. Stay safe Cymarron." A final nod to him and she slipped Soulforge back into her belt, and turned, walking back down the hall to her room.


Eclipse was still by the library door, but by this time had laid down and made himself comfortable. "Silly elf..."

((I'm out. Night guys.))

He nodded, and moved out to his Den, utterly confused as to the person holding his leash. why torment him when they wanted him? and who had the leash? how did they know about it or him? He crawled into his Den, laying on his bedding and went into a deep sleep.

He sat in the village inn, indly drumming his fingers on the table of his room. soon enough he'd have his father's bane and the way to restore his family name. the Breaker sat outside the room by the door, the imposing ogre drooling lightly, fingering the mallet that's head alone was like the chest of some men. the villagers had been more than happy to tell him exactly how to get to the Manor, as he told them he'd come to 'avenge' them from the 'witch's new monster'. How simple some humans were.