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 Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:09 pm
Alera was exhausted. She had spent the last two days running around crazily trying to get the spare room suitable for a baby. She sighed as she looked in on the newly cleaned room. The paint was still a dark shade of green that did not match hat all with the blue furniture set. Alera sighed. That would just have to wait.
There had not been time to re-paint the room. The two days were up. Nothing had really changed with the relic yet, but she had a feeling she should be ready. They way things went she was just glad the room was ready at all. At least the furniture was nice. Despite having to find something last minute she felt rather pleased with her find. The crib and dresser both had a rather appropriate Gwee dragon pattern on them.
Alera looked over the room one last time before shuffling over to her room and flopping down on the bed. After all that she had done the shapeshifter was exhausted. It did not take long before she was fast asleep.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:25 pm
As she drifted off her soul left her body for the second time in the past week. Though this time she didn't die and she was fully aware of what was happening. Her body was obviously sleeping-dreaming-as she floated a bit above it. And across the room-a strange set of doors had appeared on her wall at the level she was floating at. The handles were a big hard steel looking thing and there were decorations like dragon heads on them. The relic-which seemed ghostly around her neck-seemed to be trying to make her go to this door. She knew what was happening-it was time to get the baby. She just had to go with the flow.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 8:00 pm
Instead of a peaceful sleep Alera found herself in a peculiar situation. She had the strangest feeling she was floating. A quick look down confirmed this fact. This was very unusual. She had never had a dream like this before.
Her gaze shifted to the door. The dragon emblems…her memory drifted back to two days ago. Rouge had said this was a dragon god and the relic seemed to be tugging her towards the door. Could it be time to the get the baby?
This was unusual but then again there had been nothing normal about this child so far. There was not much else to do so Alera opened the door and floated through.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 8:09 pm
After the woman had passed through the door it vanished behind her. But what was ahead was more intriguing.
She seemed to be in a dungeon of some sort. And the only other figure in this dark room was a man. His muscular arms were chained high above his head-separated so he couldn't try to claw one wrist from the chains and free himself. His hands were clawed all right and there seemed to be scales on his back and arms. On the floor there seemed to be the remnants of a large darkly scaled dragon tail-ripped off of him. Also on the floor nearby were what seemed to be huge bat wings which bore the scars of burns and cuts and also the marks of having been ripped off.
He was much taller then Alera, a muscular body and a strange power to him that wasn't completely visible in his current state. It was obvious-this man had been blatantly tortured. To see such a powerful being chained and then ripped apart like this-it was rather frightening. What was strangest however was the marks of his death-for the ripping off of his wings and tail had not killed him. His throat had a thin red line on it as if his killer had tried to slit his throat and found it didn't work. But there-lodged in his chest-were the real weapons of death. Two swords had been shoved through his heart-one right after the other. One was a large b*****d sword with a long blade and a hilt that bore a dragon wrapped around it. The other was thin-like a mix between a katana and a rapier. It was made of purest crystal almost, with a seemingly pearl handle. It was like the larger sword had been shoved through this man's heart and when it had not killed him and could not be removed the second was shoved in. The larger of the two was obviously belonging to this deity. But who did the smaller sword belong to?
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 8:36 pm
Alera floated into the dark room slowly taking a moment to allow her eyes adjust to the dim light. As her vision cleared she looked in horror at the scene before her. Had the door not vanished behind her she might have been tempted to bolt from the room. She edged forward cautiously her stomach heaving. It was obvious that the dragon deity had been horribly tortured by his killer. Who could possibly have done something as cruel as this? His fate seemed just too cruel and tragic.
Her gaze shifted to the smaller sword. It was so light and dainty it seemed out of place. Could it belong to the one who had done this? Or had it been lost by someone who had met a similar fate?
She reached up, seeking a way to release those chains. As she did so her hand brushed against the dead god’s hand.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 8:52 pm
When Alera's hand brushed that of the deity both his body and the relic around her neck, began to glow in an almost blinding way, concealing both from view. The chain vanished from around her neck-shooting into the body and causing it's glow to intensify and the body to shrink in size-sliding out of the chains.
When the glow did stop there was a baby boy sitting on the floor. He had dusky skin, brown spikey hair and large red eyes which blinked up at her. on the floor beside him were two objects. The larger sword-sheathed in leather-and the smaller one iin a pearl shealth. She had the feeling that when she took the child she sould take the swords to. Though those she may have to call the ship about.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 6:26 am
Startled Alera jumped back a bit her eyes blinded by the bright glow. As the light faded she blinked and rubbed her eyes, trying to clear the spots from her vision. As her eyes returned to normal she saw that in place of the tortured god there was now a infant. ‘Hey there little one…you must be that reborn dragon god eh?” Alera muttered softly as she reached down and gently lifted him up.
Alera turned around looking for a way out but then remembered the two swords. They were sitting on the good, mysteriously back in their sheaths. She hesitated a moment and then went to pick them up. The larger of the two obviously belonged to this child. If that was the case it should go back to him when he got older.
The smaller one, sheathed in pearl seemed important somehow. Perhaps it might be some sort of clue to what had happened to him. After a few moments of juggling Alera had both swords tucked under one arm and the infant securely nestled in the other. She made a mental note to contact Rouge about the swords. She had a feeling there was something significant about finding them both here.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 2:41 pm
When she had claimed both the child and the swords the door reappeared-wide open. This allowed for her to return to her body, as well as put the boy in his new one. Also the swords mysteriously were still in her arms when she was revived. And Rouge's number was on the bedside table. After getting the babe clothed and fed she could get to calling her.
((this is over and that's a segway to start another rp. XDDD 1 of your 3 most likely since he'll probably me Diyaka)
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