Revan part 2, the wanderer, Revan Options

[Lord Revan]

ok everyone meet Revan's first friend

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Revan part 2/ chapter 1: Rhys

...... even in exile we care for the well being of our people as a 'whole', our cousins spurned us out of hate, we will accept them in love......

-Matriarch Tedra, adressing the Yutak-Noruk in sermon

Revan didn't know where the Dark Naryyn would settle, but he felt that Morrowind was a good place to start; he also believed his comfortability with caves and dark places was hereditarely imprinted on him. So he found himself walking through ghost gate on Vardenfell.
It really wasn't as bad as people said aside from the several ash ghouls that wandered the area, they were very ill tempered to outsiders intruding on their turf. Revan opened a wooden door at the edge of the trail only to hack of a group of five or six undead corpus monsters.

He reached out his hand and the beasts were thrown back by the wave of telekenetic wave, most made sickening crunching noises as they hit the walls of the cavern, but two were consumed by the pools of lava that dotted the floor.

Revan took the wake-up call to heart and activated his twin swords (both were more valuable to him than a cave full of gold, they were artifacts of Revan's ancestors who had abandoned Tamriel eons ago) both sprouted a single bar of silver light that could cut through almost anything like scrib jelly.

in another section of the tunnels.........

A group of bonewalkers staggered, waddled, and crawled around a small chamber deep under Red Mountain. One wandered around a cornerout of sight, several moments later it burst back into the view of its companions it lay dead on the floor in pieces; as the others looked up from the corpse they only caught a glimpse of a black clothed figure holding a double-edged hilt with two silver blades jutting out of the ends.

As the figure spun its sword/staff, kicking out as it did the undead were put to rest again............ The figure took a deep breath to calm down, and paused to detect a alluring presence-not undead- make its way down the upper areas. The black clothed being closed its red eyes and sat down to wait for the being who felt so...... so like her.

Revan............

Revan stood triumphant over the twenty bodies he had just slaughtered, and felt the presence of the other, he was sure that this person was one of his siblings. He began to sprint, deeper to find the other, slicing through every single zombie that stood in his way.....

High Naryyn stronghold.....

Xarkum was stunned with all that had transpired since his friend Revan, his sevro had escaped from the honor guards. The loss of all the future archeological finds was the last thing on his mind. Norik had assumed control of their operations and had purged all attempts at learning from the ruins; more importantly though was that Lord Xaries had been incarcerated, and Norik had taken over.

Xarkum's father had made the eradication of any Dark Naryyn on this world paramount, Xarkum was worried about Revan, the Honor guards themselves had been sent out along with troops to track down and destroy anyone who challenged his discisions.
Xarkum's uncle, Xaries had instructed him to stay out of the current turbulence for now, before he was imprisoned that is. Still not all of the High Naryyn had sided with Norik, and had banded together to resist his will; most had been loyal to Xaries or sympathised for the Dark Naryyn after meeting Revan.

The group didn't mean to start a conflict, but tension was mounting and Norik believed they were going to rebel against him. Some scouting parties had been sent in an attempt to find Revan (or any Dark Naryyn) but none had returned with news.

Norik was anxious, he had sent his honor guards and his most loyal warriors out to destroy the treacherous Dark Naryyn. But he was losing his patience with the group of followers that showed great reluctence to do as he instructed, they refused to see the truth that was right infront of them, he was in charge now. He had locked his brother away for his insubordination and treason, Xaries had not refused him and put up no fight.
Norik's full attention was devoted to the goal of this crusade, the extermination of the Dark Naryyn vermin, in particular the one that had escaped his wrath and murdered thirty of the faithful recruits, Revan was his prize. Norik wanted him alive, so he could torture Revan before his execution. But Norik felt uneasy about his honor guards, they had simply watched their prey elude them, and ignored his commands to pursue the infedel.

Honor guards were supposed to follow his orders to the letter, but they seemed to be......... independant, as though they thought for themselves. So could they disobey him if they wished? He shook his head to dismiss the disturbing prospect, he grabbed a nearby cup of some alchoholic beverage of this world and gulped it down. It burned his throat for several seconds after it made contact.

Dagoth Ur caverns............

Revan slowed down as he neared the presence, and spotted the dead zombies, he noticed the telltale marks of energy blades. Then he saw the figure sitting in the middle of the carnage. It......... no she opened her eyes, giving him a searching glance. Her eyes were red like his, and the skin that was visible was the same ashen tone as his, so she was another Dark Naryyn!

Rhys looked the armored figure up and down; she couldn't see the man wearing it, but his movements were like hers and she felt him exude confidence and........ and relief. He reached up with both hands and lifted the imposing mask-helm off of his head. He was as young in appearence as she was, she couldn't see any excess fat on his face, and his short hair was white (like hers) but was red in two strands above his sideburns. There were equally as dunmer-like except for their human like ears.

Revan saw understanding cross the womans face and felt that he could rely on her. "Greetings sevra-sister- my name is Revan" Rhys was surprised that she could understand the new word, but it was familiar even though she'd never heard it. "Greetings sevro, I'm Rhys." Revan sat down infront of Rhys and explianed all that he knew about the current crisis.

upper caverns.............

Captain Harrow ordered his men to halt as he inspected a decomposed corpse, yes there were the same burns marks on the body as the bodies of the thiry or so grunts that had died in the prisoner's escape. He ordered the other solders onward,knowing the vermin were close, the infedel's companion(s) were to be killed on the spot, but bring the one named Revan alive, the squad moved on.

Revan and Rhys........

Rhys listened intently no matter how unlikely Revan's statements were, she believed she could trust him. When Revan finished speaking he gazed at her, Rhys didn't think Revan was one to remove his helmet to someone he didn't trust, she believed everything he had told her. "So if the High Naryyn are killing our people were ever they find them, then we have to find our kin before they do."

Revan nodded, his face one of grim determination, "We should leave soon, before they find us, they probably want m-" Rhys gazed past Revans shoulder at the golden armored High Naryyn entering the chamber weapons at the ready, just as Revan's voice trailed off.

Captain Harrow grinned, his orders clear. "Revan, the High Naryyn Executionary force is here to take you to our glorious hand of the council." Both of the fallen ones got up, the male put his helmet back on. "We were ordered to kill any accomplices in your presence, but to take you to our lord alive." Harrow noticed Revan move subtlely block the female from harm, Harrow would have laughed, in Revan's situation he would be worrying about himself, oh well, we'll just have to take him by force. "Very well we shall take you by force," Harrow gestured for his men to open fire.

Revan and Rhys moved in unison in left and right, blades activated two single blades, one double blade. The battle was more of a ballet than a deathmatch, both effortlessly switching from offence to defence in tandem. They weren't thinking, they were reacting; both working together as though they'd know each other all their lives.
And the last thing Captain Harrow ever saw was not two, but four blades of Dark Naryyn origin swinging to snuff out his irrelevant life, like a candle against a cold breeze.

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Apr 29 2007, 04:28 AM

[Lord Revan]

Ok here's the update you've been waiting for

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Revan part 2/ chapter 9: A Plan Emerges......

The halls were dark and the voices were growing louder as he approached. "..... and in so doing you have broken our sacred covenant. Our blood is most distinct and powerful when it is pure dark or high, but it is spoiled when mixed together. Our order has brought our kindred spirits together in a united cause, but we are to respect the fact that we are not meant to be one, but two races. Knowing this, why did you even think to bear a child of mixed blood?" The voice belonged to a cloaked figure standing behind a podium. There were others in the room, most sitting in seat on the left and right, it appeared to be a court in session.

"From this moment you are no longer a member of our order, and your child will be sent off to the newly colonized world, council adjourned." Revan couldn't make out the being as it was hauled off by two guards.
The figure watched the exile depart, and slowly the scene began to fade away......

the prison facility, Sosthiem......

The prison had all the appeal of a crypt, but bad working conditions were the last thing on Surrush's and his bond brother, Zarrun's, minds. They had been assigned to reinforce this place five days ago by Norik.
Most would think it was for the odvious reason of having your best 'men' guarding a capture high value target, but the truth was Norik was uncomfortable having them around. And being that the prison was five klicks from the HQ, Norik had dumped them there. It had actually been a prudent measure but he would meet his fate like all the others.

For the High Naryyn believed that the could command the Honor Guards, but the tragic truth was that the entire act of guarding powerful patriarchs was just an elaborate charade- a facade- the Naryyn were only employing a fraction of Surrush's race. And soon they would pay for conquering his people, not only would The honor guards massacre the High Naryyn but the Dark Naryyn as well. It was a pity really if Surrush had a say in this conflict, he would have spared the Dark Naryyn. They were the more likable of the two, but pawns never won arguments with kings and queens. Not only would the Naryyn die, but the natives of their worlds would be exterminated as well. The sea creatures of this world would drown as their precious oceans filled with blood from the unexpected attack of his people. Both guards produced a series of throaty chuckle, the nearby High Naryyn guards shuddered at the malevolent tone that the laughing conveyed.

High Naryyn base, glacier west of Vardenfell......

Norik was considerably more calm and clearheaded now that his Honor Guards were a safe distance away. The drifting glacier base had come together nicely, it hide the secrets in its depths well. He had his office toward the topmost edge of the tallest piece of ice jutting out of the top of the glacier. His advisors were sure that the Dark Naryyn were located on (he'd made a habit not to bother pronouncing it), and the resistence had been seen traveling to the island. Still the island was the size of a small continent, and they didn't know much about Dark Naryyn tenents (therefore their refuge was yet to be located). Still all of Norik's efforts were aimed at this island.

For once he actually thought about Xarkum, true the boy refused to take part in the work of wiping out the infedels. But Norik felt a small measure of remorse, after all he'd never treated Xarkum or even Xaries like family. Maybe someday -perhaps in a few years- he and his brother could reconcil, and make up for those years he had ignored Xarkum's existence. Still the council might not allow for Him or the resistence to walk away with a slap on their shoulder, that filled Norik with sorrow, they would probably exile them from the empire. Maybe he could pull some strings, but first he would have to see how this played out.

Marhun Kar village.....

It had been a week since the High Naryyn Resistence had come to the city, they weren't what Rhys had expected. Revan had mentioned Xarkum, but he never told her how close they were if it weren't for there pyshical differences Revan could have been a older, confident brother, while Xarkum could be the young, tentative, and inexperienced little brother. Where Revan was a bold (long since mastering his fear) warrior, Xarkum was squimish, but looked up to him as a model example. Also Xarkum lacked Revan's decisive nature and his quick thinking. But Xarkum was interesting none the less, instead of wisdom (Revan's trait) he made up for it in sheer knowledge. And he also was learning from Revan quickly, with time he could gain confidence and even leadership capabilities.

But recently she felt drawn to Revan, and it seemed he was going through the same thing (though he made no mention of it). Rhys was used to his tendency to keep things to himself, but she hadn't delved into his mind recently either. It was only her intuision that gave her that insight. But aside from her feelings for Revan, she also cared for Nara. They'd met while Revan was training with the other warriors, and both had become close.
She once felt what parentage was like from Barrek, and she felt maternal affection for Nara. Nara was an orphan, but add to that see was a natural seer -Naryyn who can see supernaturally, even visions of the future and the currents that wound around all individuels. Rhys was fully aware that Nara had attemped to read Revans mind, but she was half amazed that in such short time Revan could detect and block someone from probing his thoughts. She had tried many times to persuade Nara to tell her what she had seen from Revan, but the child seemed tight-lipped on this subject. That didn't bode well, it had to mean that it had been something of great consequense- and danger.

Rhys banished her worries; they all had to focus on what was happening now. It had been decided by the matriarch, the resistence leaders, and their party that the next move should be a rescue attempt to find Lord Xaries. With his help they could hold back, and maybe repulse Norik's forces. But there was a snag, no one actually knew where he was being held. Rhys strode into the main plaza, the concourse was illuminated by a perimeter of glowing stones that took the place of torches. She spotted Revan, Xarkum, Kartah, and Darhun on the far side of the promanode.

Revan glanced around the plaza and spotted Rhys approaching- and felt a wave of some unknown emotion. He stuffed it down and gave thanks that his helmet hid his face, and greeted her. "We were just discussing some possibilities on how to find the High Naryyn prison." She nodded and the conversation continued for several minutes. ".... to bad lay don't take live prisoners, they'd be leading us right to the facility." Suddenly he remembered Capt. Harrow's words, "We have orders to take you alive...."
That was the answer, He thought. "I have an plan......," He started......