87th of Fall, 513 AV
When she opened her eyes she noticed fog drifting overhead, slightly obscuring the light of Leth from reaching her this night. The pure white substance was given a darker tone by the shadows of night, the trees around her seeming to reach up with gnarled limbs to the sky. She was not in her room in the Quarters, that much was for certain though where she really was up in the air. The cry of some horrific creature sounded in the distance, causing her to sit bolt upright. From here she quickly scrambled to her feet, taking stock of herself.
She was wearing her better clothes, the weight of her chain shirt concealed behind her tunic was slightly forcing her shoulders downwards. The sorceress noted that she lacked her cloak, and that her blades were laying on the ground beside where she had been laying. The tall woman picked up her longsword, holding it out before her in an unskilled stance. The dagger was cautiously stored away at her side, grey eyes surveying her surroundings carefully. She didn't know where the petch she was, but the woman most certainly didn't like this.
A horrifyingly familiar laugh sounded from her right, chilling her blood at its sinister tone. Slowly she turned to face the source of the laughter, her grey eyes narrowing threateningly though the trace of fear was not completely hidden. The glint of his ruby ring was seen through the mist, though the upper half of his face was concealed by the darkness. The target of her greatest fears made real. Her face twisted into a sneer.
"Daren... good of you to drag us out where no one will witness your painful demise. You are going to pay for hounding my steps, snake." The woman growled, curling her fingers as she readied herself for a brutal discharge of reimancy.
The concealed figure said nothing, merely chuckling once more though this time the laughter sounded as though it were ripped from many throats at once. He simply stepped back into the shadows, darkness fully swallowing up. The sorceress wasn't just about to lose sight of her target though, and swiftly willed her Djed to push outwards from where it was gathered under her palm.
...There was nothing. No rush, no surge of pleasure or loss of feeling. No purple liquid moved out from her palms to manifest her will upon reality, no magic. The sorceress looked down at her free hand in disbelief, not comprehending her loss of power. Desperately she tried again, only to discover that still nothing would rise from her hands or from anywhere on her body. It was impossible, she'd lost her ability to use her magic.
A cold fear gripped her heart as she realized how very seriously she was now outmatched, with her magic in an open fight she was confident she could crush Daren like the worm he was. Robbed of her power as she was now she was helpless, useless for all intents and purposes. Her right hand tightened her grip around the hilt of her sword, gritting her teeth as the desire for revenge quickly overrode her fear of Daren. She was going to make him suffer dearly for this grievous crime against her person.
The cry from before sounded out, drawing her attention behind her. In the darkness beyond she could clearly make out three thin slits of glowing vermillion staring at her, looking closer and closer with each passing tick. So this was how the hypnotist wanted to play? Throwing her into the horrors of what was no doubt some nameless place of terror in the Testing Grounds? Actually... that seemed a rather good way to be rid of her.
Icy fear gripped her once more as she remembered that without her magic she was no match for any threat, let alone whatever unnamed terror that had its sights set upon her. The tall woman swallowed hard, backing up a step before turning and practically running in the direction the Daren-Specter had disappeared towards. As much as it harmed her pride to admit it, without her magic running was her only real option at this junction. So run she would, her blade ready to skewer the hypnotist when she found him in this dark forest.
When she opened her eyes she noticed fog drifting overhead, slightly obscuring the light of Leth from reaching her this night. The pure white substance was given a darker tone by the shadows of night, the trees around her seeming to reach up with gnarled limbs to the sky. She was not in her room in the Quarters, that much was for certain though where she really was up in the air. The cry of some horrific creature sounded in the distance, causing her to sit bolt upright. From here she quickly scrambled to her feet, taking stock of herself.
She was wearing her better clothes, the weight of her chain shirt concealed behind her tunic was slightly forcing her shoulders downwards. The sorceress noted that she lacked her cloak, and that her blades were laying on the ground beside where she had been laying. The tall woman picked up her longsword, holding it out before her in an unskilled stance. The dagger was cautiously stored away at her side, grey eyes surveying her surroundings carefully. She didn't know where the petch she was, but the woman most certainly didn't like this.
A horrifyingly familiar laugh sounded from her right, chilling her blood at its sinister tone. Slowly she turned to face the source of the laughter, her grey eyes narrowing threateningly though the trace of fear was not completely hidden. The glint of his ruby ring was seen through the mist, though the upper half of his face was concealed by the darkness. The target of her greatest fears made real. Her face twisted into a sneer.
"Daren... good of you to drag us out where no one will witness your painful demise. You are going to pay for hounding my steps, snake." The woman growled, curling her fingers as she readied herself for a brutal discharge of reimancy.
The concealed figure said nothing, merely chuckling once more though this time the laughter sounded as though it were ripped from many throats at once. He simply stepped back into the shadows, darkness fully swallowing up. The sorceress wasn't just about to lose sight of her target though, and swiftly willed her Djed to push outwards from where it was gathered under her palm.
...There was nothing. No rush, no surge of pleasure or loss of feeling. No purple liquid moved out from her palms to manifest her will upon reality, no magic. The sorceress looked down at her free hand in disbelief, not comprehending her loss of power. Desperately she tried again, only to discover that still nothing would rise from her hands or from anywhere on her body. It was impossible, she'd lost her ability to use her magic.
A cold fear gripped her heart as she realized how very seriously she was now outmatched, with her magic in an open fight she was confident she could crush Daren like the worm he was. Robbed of her power as she was now she was helpless, useless for all intents and purposes. Her right hand tightened her grip around the hilt of her sword, gritting her teeth as the desire for revenge quickly overrode her fear of Daren. She was going to make him suffer dearly for this grievous crime against her person.
The cry from before sounded out, drawing her attention behind her. In the darkness beyond she could clearly make out three thin slits of glowing vermillion staring at her, looking closer and closer with each passing tick. So this was how the hypnotist wanted to play? Throwing her into the horrors of what was no doubt some nameless place of terror in the Testing Grounds? Actually... that seemed a rather good way to be rid of her.
Icy fear gripped her once more as she remembered that without her magic she was no match for any threat, let alone whatever unnamed terror that had its sights set upon her. The tall woman swallowed hard, backing up a step before turning and practically running in the direction the Daren-Specter had disappeared towards. As much as it harmed her pride to admit it, without her magic running was her only real option at this junction. So run she would, her blade ready to skewer the hypnotist when she found him in this dark forest.
