09-29-2013, 05:44 AM
The elf had suggested that Nyx and Whirda try summoning their own mounts.
Nyx thought back to the giant cats she had seen the elves ride – sabers, if she recalled correctly from the accounts given in one of the journals she had read about the blight. She desired one for herself. She focused on what she desired, and let the Omnilium do the rest.
It shimmered and whirled, a few minutes later coalescing into the form of a Nightsaber.
It stood slightly taller than the horses the elves rode, but smaller than Whirda's horse. It dug its front paws into the ground and stretched, letting out a roar-like yawn as it did so. As the beast opened its eyes, the elves quietly gasped and whispered among themselves.
“What are you...?” she began, stepping in front of the Nightsaber as it straightened itself. It regarded her solemnly with crimson eyes, much like hers. Nyx also took a moment to appreciate how dark the beast's fur was – it was jet black. “Oh... You're like me...” she murmured, extending her hand to rub its head. It eagerly inclined its head to meet her touch, with a rumbling purr.
As Whirda spoke, Nyx became aware that she was already beginning to mount her companion. The blood mage quickly followed suit, climbing atop her Nightsaber. As she settled herself upon its back, she leaned forward and whispered, “I'll call you Thanatos.”
Once Whirda was settled on Cascade's back, the pair continued their journey.
As they rode through the forest, Nyx couldn't quite shake the feeling that they were talking about her. She heard hushed whispers from behind her, and they set her nerves on edge. She guided Thanatos a little closer to Whirda's great horse, then whispered, “Can you hear anything?”
Whirda regarded her with a bemused expression. “Like what?”
“Elves?” Nyx suggested.
Whirda shook her head. “Not since we started moving again.”
Nyx nodded, doing her best to wear a relieved expression. “Good, me neither. Thanks, Whirda.”
She guided Thanatos into peeling away from Cascade, her mind racing. If she wasn't hearing elves, what was she hearing?
'Please don't tell me they've followed me here...' Nyx murmured in a barely audible whisper, her mind racing. She saw a series of flashbacks: the Blighted Lands, the Templars closing in on her, the incident with the staff in the Archives... Then, a few new memories. Ones she couldn't quite recall. They weren't of specific events, per say, but she distinctly remembered hearing voices.
Back in Ferelden, she had attributed those to the Harrowing. The demon had begun teasing her even before she had used the Lyrium (a very potent and dangerous mineral, known to cause grievous physical and psychological harm to those who touch it) involved in the Harrowing. The voices had persisted after she had shown she could resist demonic possession.
Nyx had kept her mouth shut for fear of being executed, but she began to panic as she remembered where she was. She was in the Omniverse. If this land was going to do anything for her, it would be to raise further questions, not answer them.
Nyx thought back to the giant cats she had seen the elves ride – sabers, if she recalled correctly from the accounts given in one of the journals she had read about the blight. She desired one for herself. She focused on what she desired, and let the Omnilium do the rest.
It shimmered and whirled, a few minutes later coalescing into the form of a Nightsaber.
It stood slightly taller than the horses the elves rode, but smaller than Whirda's horse. It dug its front paws into the ground and stretched, letting out a roar-like yawn as it did so. As the beast opened its eyes, the elves quietly gasped and whispered among themselves.
“What are you...?” she began, stepping in front of the Nightsaber as it straightened itself. It regarded her solemnly with crimson eyes, much like hers. Nyx also took a moment to appreciate how dark the beast's fur was – it was jet black. “Oh... You're like me...” she murmured, extending her hand to rub its head. It eagerly inclined its head to meet her touch, with a rumbling purr.
As Whirda spoke, Nyx became aware that she was already beginning to mount her companion. The blood mage quickly followed suit, climbing atop her Nightsaber. As she settled herself upon its back, she leaned forward and whispered, “I'll call you Thanatos.”
Once Whirda was settled on Cascade's back, the pair continued their journey.
As they rode through the forest, Nyx couldn't quite shake the feeling that they were talking about her. She heard hushed whispers from behind her, and they set her nerves on edge. She guided Thanatos a little closer to Whirda's great horse, then whispered, “Can you hear anything?”
Whirda regarded her with a bemused expression. “Like what?”
“Elves?” Nyx suggested.
Whirda shook her head. “Not since we started moving again.”
Nyx nodded, doing her best to wear a relieved expression. “Good, me neither. Thanks, Whirda.”
She guided Thanatos into peeling away from Cascade, her mind racing. If she wasn't hearing elves, what was she hearing?
'Please don't tell me they've followed me here...' Nyx murmured in a barely audible whisper, her mind racing. She saw a series of flashbacks: the Blighted Lands, the Templars closing in on her, the incident with the staff in the Archives... Then, a few new memories. Ones she couldn't quite recall. They weren't of specific events, per say, but she distinctly remembered hearing voices.
Back in Ferelden, she had attributed those to the Harrowing. The demon had begun teasing her even before she had used the Lyrium (a very potent and dangerous mineral, known to cause grievous physical and psychological harm to those who touch it) involved in the Harrowing. The voices had persisted after she had shown she could resist demonic possession.
Nyx had kept her mouth shut for fear of being executed, but she began to panic as she remembered where she was. She was in the Omniverse. If this land was going to do anything for her, it would be to raise further questions, not answer them.