03-04-2016, 07:29 PM
oh, where do we begin? the rubble or our sins?
While Yael’s magic isn’t hereditary in the way that some of theirs is, there’s no doubt she earned it; the continuous care of a kingdom is tiring work. Her heart seems to be boundless, creating love and life even when she is sure that the well must now be bone dry. Though she is certainly the youngest in this melee, she is far from the weakest, with Morphine’s centuries old magic simmering in her cells. Could she beat Evrae? No. But she does find it highly suspicious that she would stoop to do a Queen’s bidding. Chaos is one thing. Allying herself with a mortal (who isn’t related, though Straia’s half sister is) doesn’t make much sense. Set, she understood. The Chamber is his home. Eight, she understood as well, as the Valley was aligned with the Chamber. But Evrae didn’t call a particular place her home - she struck each kingdom with equal calamity. Goddess or no, there was no doubt where her favor lay, and Yael wonders what could possibly be in it for her.
Why would she come to get the princess in the future? Does her moral compass now swing on the whim of her mortal mistress? Straia can kill, but oh, kidnapping is bad. Tsk tsk. Evil Yael. Evrae’s hypocrisy would be laughable.
She’s late to return, having made a necessary pit stop in the Valley to wreak havoc on Pollock’s home. Whether or not it calls Eight to return to the Valley, and away from this battle, she doesn’t know, but it would be an additional perk. Yael reappears above the fighting, taking stock of the situation. At this point it’s freezing cold, slippery, and there are shadow creatures forming. With a growl in the back of her throat, the golden woman creates creatures of light to fight the dark; one for each of Set’s dark minions, and calls upon them to target only his creations, to rip their concentration from their physical targets and keep them entangled. She blatantly copies his magic, without a shred of guilt. The old have to teach the young sometime, don’t they? Theirs will be a battle of day and night, and she imagines, potentially infinite until they agree to make it stop. She ties the radiant’s energy to the other life forms in the Chamber. To their rabbits and deer, and whatever else may climb through their trees and eat their grass. There would be a lot of collateral damage when this war finally came to an end.
Confident that the shadow minions will be taken care of, Yael moves to intercept the rest of Set’s dastardly magic. It really wouldn’t do to attach things to her side of the fighters, and since Set’s left - she imagines he is otherwise indisposed at the moment. He would probably feel her meddling, but would need to come and confront her to rectify it. She can’t say that she has a problem with it, really, just what will happen if someone else meddles with it. It was actually a good idea to keep the ground closed and the storm in check. It must, however, be unusual to have the magicians meddling in their lives so much, she thinks. Literally. ‘Feeling’ for the magic, Yael reaches out and snatches the tethers away from Draconis and Ianto, taking them into herself for a moment, and then looking for someone else to transfer the magic too. It is very much like reaching for coals in a fire, except that these do not stay still; they writhe in her grasp, more than a little unhappy at being woman-handled and lashes out, burning her from the inside. She grits her teeth and reaches out for Rhonan, forcing the spell-tether to wrap itself around his life-force instead.
The two immediate problems taken care of, she spies her dragon of a mate amongst the mass of bodies and reaches out to him, delivering news that she knows will make him roar in outrage. Van, ze Valley! T’ey sent out child-keelers. One got eento ze Desert… t’ey keelled vone of ours! Nyksia.
She is about to tell him more, when Evrae calls out to Prague, and Yael groans inwardly. Should she interfere? The Jungle’s magician had done so much for their side - it wouldn’t be right to leave her hanging. Time for the big kids to play, and time for the rest of them to get the fuck out of the Chamber. This could get nasty. Yael materializes beside Prague, silently stepping up and taking responsibility for her part in this whole thing. She nods to the Jungle woman, but says nothing. She’d never fought with or against another magician before. Not like this.
Who knows what destruction they might unleash.
As an after thought, she reaches out to the Desert folk with a little announcement.Eef mageec starts flyeeng, run. I don’t know vat vill xappen…
Why would she come to get the princess in the future? Does her moral compass now swing on the whim of her mortal mistress? Straia can kill, but oh, kidnapping is bad. Tsk tsk. Evil Yael. Evrae’s hypocrisy would be laughable.
She’s late to return, having made a necessary pit stop in the Valley to wreak havoc on Pollock’s home. Whether or not it calls Eight to return to the Valley, and away from this battle, she doesn’t know, but it would be an additional perk. Yael reappears above the fighting, taking stock of the situation. At this point it’s freezing cold, slippery, and there are shadow creatures forming. With a growl in the back of her throat, the golden woman creates creatures of light to fight the dark; one for each of Set’s dark minions, and calls upon them to target only his creations, to rip their concentration from their physical targets and keep them entangled. She blatantly copies his magic, without a shred of guilt. The old have to teach the young sometime, don’t they? Theirs will be a battle of day and night, and she imagines, potentially infinite until they agree to make it stop. She ties the radiant’s energy to the other life forms in the Chamber. To their rabbits and deer, and whatever else may climb through their trees and eat their grass. There would be a lot of collateral damage when this war finally came to an end.
Confident that the shadow minions will be taken care of, Yael moves to intercept the rest of Set’s dastardly magic. It really wouldn’t do to attach things to her side of the fighters, and since Set’s left - she imagines he is otherwise indisposed at the moment. He would probably feel her meddling, but would need to come and confront her to rectify it. She can’t say that she has a problem with it, really, just what will happen if someone else meddles with it. It was actually a good idea to keep the ground closed and the storm in check. It must, however, be unusual to have the magicians meddling in their lives so much, she thinks. Literally. ‘Feeling’ for the magic, Yael reaches out and snatches the tethers away from Draconis and Ianto, taking them into herself for a moment, and then looking for someone else to transfer the magic too. It is very much like reaching for coals in a fire, except that these do not stay still; they writhe in her grasp, more than a little unhappy at being woman-handled and lashes out, burning her from the inside. She grits her teeth and reaches out for Rhonan, forcing the spell-tether to wrap itself around his life-force instead.
The two immediate problems taken care of, she spies her dragon of a mate amongst the mass of bodies and reaches out to him, delivering news that she knows will make him roar in outrage. Van, ze Valley! T’ey sent out child-keelers. One got eento ze Desert… t’ey keelled vone of ours! Nyksia.
She is about to tell him more, when Evrae calls out to Prague, and Yael groans inwardly. Should she interfere? The Jungle’s magician had done so much for their side - it wouldn’t be right to leave her hanging. Time for the big kids to play, and time for the rest of them to get the fuck out of the Chamber. This could get nasty. Yael materializes beside Prague, silently stepping up and taking responsibility for her part in this whole thing. She nods to the Jungle woman, but says nothing. She’d never fought with or against another magician before. Not like this.
Who knows what destruction they might unleash.
As an after thought, she reaches out to the Desert folk with a little announcement.Eef mageec starts flyeeng, run. I don’t know vat vill xappen…
YAEL
mother, queen, magician
- Yael created light creatures to fight Set's shadow creatures
- Changed the tethers from Draconis and Ianto to Rhonan
- Told Van about Nyxia's death
- Decided to fight Evrae with Prague
wheeeeeee.