Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151027123438/@comment-29458028-20151101014327

Lyrissa stared in silence, removing the vial from her pocket, before she heard the flutter of wings, and the tap of metallic boots on the stones of the floor. She turned, surprised to see Levith in his Auroran armor, rather than his normal gear. A shining, golden angel with six wings. His armor was still as dark as the night, in accordance with his daily wear, but the light he gave off was not.

"It is time to go back, Lyrissa. Our people aren't exactly the best suited for walking these lands, you know? We should have, perhaps, left society to develop on its own. So much for our plans to disrupt Oblivion. So long as there is good, there will be evil, and so long as there are villains there will be heroes" noted Levith silently as he held out his hand.

"When ... did you become so mature?" said Lyrissa, raising an eyebrow.

"When you were fighting, I was observing the carnage, the deaths, the pain. From above, with our dear sorceress friend. Humans and elves, slaughtered by the monsters created by a greater monster. How different are we from them? We just look better, and smell better. Perhaps we aren't much better otherwise. Like man, like beast, we still prey in our own kind" said Levith, deflecting the question.

"Ugh, you are becoming as philosophical and boring as dad. Anyway, I'm going to say thanks to one last person, so please do not try to take me away right now. And one last thing" said Lyrissa as she reached into her pocket, and drew a vial of liquid. Strange, magical liquid.

Lyrissa said "a parting gift, from a man who had a purpose in life. Not a hero, not a villain. Just a man who wanted change."

Levith cocked his head curiously, and opened the vial to sniff it. He immediately knew what was up, and nodded as Lyrissa decided to psychically contact him and tell him what was it. He replied "so he wanted us to analyse and transform it ... wonder what we can make out of this. Our advanced science, and scientific analysis of magic, it may not be advanced enough to understand the power of imagination and greed."

Lyrissa shrugged as she reabsorbed her wing, saying "anyway, farewell. I will be back once I'm done. As for you, make sure that gets home to the scientists. I don't know how you are going to study it, but try."

Levith nodded. He didn't smile - he wasn't the closest to his sister, after all. His six ethereal wings wrapped around his body, as he collapssed into glittering dust that blew away into the winds. Dust that showered Lyrissa. An angel, returning to the lands he came from. It would have been a beautiful sight, if more had witnessed it. Yet, it was no different from a daedra getting banished.

Lyrissa decided to walk back, to thank Quintus again, after she leapt from the clock tower and landed safely, without a single scratch on her body. She decided to take a short cut through a few alleys, when someone ... some blasted mage, cast a binding and magical spell on her.

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Levith returned to Luminem, handing the sample he had to the palace scientists, for safekeeping and such. His various gadgets snd electronics started to function again, and he immediately recieved multiple status updates and sitreps.

"Well, looks like there's more work to do, after the holiday that was not a holiday" shrugged Levith, smirking as he checked the reports.

"Aurora's not dead. Looks like finding her is gonna be my first mission. Well, all you stupid political fools, the rebel prince is back, savor my triumphant returns, motherf****rs."

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Lyrissa woke up, straining against magical chains that bound her in a dungeon. They restrained her to a wall by virtue of barbed shackles, and she couldn't move without sending a nasty pain running through her entire body.

A singular, cloaked figure stood before her, a nasty smile supplanting their lips, one of the only things visible due to a mask. It seemed like some lady of sorts, judging from what little features were visible. Smooth, symmetrical features, and a pair of soft looking red eyes, though the mask.

A gloved hand stroked Lyrissa's face, before a feminine, sultry voice spoke "heh, so easy. Lyrissa, you know ... your blood isn't just explosive material. It's one of the most effecient magical catalysts, and the old fool Quintus managed to devise a way to store it. So simple, yet so ingenious. I have been watching you."

"Hgghh!" replied Lyrissa, through her metal gag, as she struggled, causing pain to shoot up her entire body, which made her face screw up in fear and horror.

"Now now, you will give me some blood, yes? Marya's cursed Lelindre blood and blessed Auroran blood from your father's side. Your brother Levith's blood is too ... Auroran. He would have escaped anyway, by killing himself, if my men ever got to him, and managed to bind him. But you ... unlike him you fight like a novice, and you can't run by banishing yourself through death" said the lady, before she started to knee Lyrissa in the solar plexus again and again, until the fallen princess coughed up lots of blood, into an oil filled bowl, when her gag was opened, forcing her mouth open. The blood sunk through the oil, inert.

"Some punishment won't kill you, am I right? Well, I'll be back soon. Sleep well till then" smiled the lady, as she turned to walk away. Her long, white hair swished behind her, and as far as Lyrissa knew, the woman was not using any concealing magic.

"Gagh..." said Lyrissa, her mough failing to form words, since she couldn't open or close it at will. She hung her head in defeat, watching the receding figure of her captor in hate and anger...