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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2010 18:57:50 GMT -5
The day was not to be called nice. Storm clouds raced overhead, making the trees high and low groan as they bent in the stiff breeze. Nimueh had her silvery-blue cloak wrapped tightly around her figure to keep warm. On other days she might have even welcomed the oncoming storm, letting both hair and cloak flutter in the wind, but today she had other things on her mind. When you are out on another mission, a little nicer weather couldn’t go amiss. She had one reason to be in the forest at this time of day and under such circumstances. She was looking for the druids again.
Her first meeting to set up an alliance had ended quite promising, but now further arrangements had to be done. It was not like they had set a particular date and time, Nimueh liked to appear and have everyone at her command, but still, the matter was urging. Every day Uther actually stayed on the throne was one too many in her eyes. Earlier attempts on his life and throne had failed due to bad luck and a certain thorn in her side who was even just a sapling! Once she would have called Merlin’s succeeding efforts to keep Camelot out of harms way just good luck, but after he nearly killed her she was more inclined to actually take him serious. Not that she couldn’t take him out any day if she made no foolish mistakes... But really, she had become more aware of the fact that fighting alone had its dark sides.
The sheer thought of possible failure enraged her again, making her ball her fists beneath her cloak. She would. Not. Fail. Things might take a bit longer than expected, but in the end she would be the last one laughing. Magic was a too powerful entity, too entangled into the ways of the world, to be erased forever by one man’s hatred! The anger didn’t cloud her mind though, on the contrary, it seemed even to sharpen her senses for the time being, so that a nearby rustle of leaves didn’t escape Nimueh. Was she this close to the druids’ cave already? Or had it just been some animal?
Well, there was only one way to find out! “Who’s there?” Her voice was sharp and demanding. Whoever was close better realised she was no one to be messed with.
Tag: Felicia Timeline: After Nim's resurrection Time of day: Early afternoon
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Post by felicia on Oct 27, 2010 4:54:11 GMT -5
With the help of Lady Maeve Felicia's strength had been slowly growing by the day. She still had to have regular top ups you could call it to keep the pain at bay but life was, for once, looking promising. Lady Maeve had promised she would get in contact with a more powerful ally of hers who could, maybe, rid her of the dreaded curse all together. Felicia hoped upon hope that he would arrive soon. For now though things were not so bad. She had vowed to find herself a job to finally take care of herself and be independant. Thigns were looking promising.
That morning she had felt the strongest she had in a rather long time. She found one of her brothers swords, which were a little worse for wear. She tidied it up and sharpened it to a reasonable standard though and it would do for her purpose of the day.
She had left for the woods early that morning and had been practising her sword fighting for the most of the morning. Along with her vow to be independent she had also promised she would find her brothers and mother and avenge them. Felicia was starting to feel a little weak and was heading for home when she heard a rustle of leaves. She decided to follow the sounds. Then there she was! It was her! Felicia was sure of it. That witch was the one who had cursed her family. Felicia gathered her courage and decided to follow. She had no idea what she was going to do but she felt almost as though she was in a trance. Felicia though was not very practised at being light on her feet.
“Who’s there?”
Should she run? Should she hide? No. She gathered what strength and courage she could muster and stepped out from the tree she was hiding behind.
"My name is Felicia Shadowmere," she answered, trying her best not to show the trembling in her voice. What did she think she was going to do exactly. Stood before her was a powerful witch and here she was a shadow. Not sure how to go on she stayed quiet after stating her name. She wondered if the witch even knew who she was.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2010 17:11:43 GMT -5
As soon as Nimueh had called out, the rustling stopped abruptly. That could mean it was a human, trying desperately to hide his presence. On the other hand, any animal would also be startled by the sudden noise of a voice calling out, even if the words meant nothing to it. She debated whether she should add something like “show yourself” or any similar demand, but then decided to just leave it like that.
Automatically she strained her ears to work out if she was being surrounded. Not that she was afraid of any band of outlaws coming her way, they would soon learn not to mess with her, but just now she could not use any delay. Or rather, she didn’t WANT to be delayed. She had set her mind on meeting the druids and that was what she wanted to do. You could call that inflexible, but Nimueh merely didn’t care. She was used to get things done her way, and she was not likely to step down from that. Her life had seen too many failures already, to such an extent that even the small ones, minor setbacks and inconveniences could vex her beyond compare.
Then the stranger finally showed his face and Nimueh was as surprised as relieved to see it was a woman. A young woman at that. Her tense muscles relaxed a bit, and a slight smirk flashed over her face as she saw how terrified the woman seemed to be of her. Did she have any reason? It was not like a woman usually posed that much of a threat to a member of the same sex. But to see fear in people’s eyes was always a pleasure to the High Priestess in disgrace and so you wouldn’t find her complaining. It was just strange…
But as soon as the name was spoken in a quivering voice, some lights seem to go on for Nimueh. Shadowmere… Shadowmere… she knew this name! A woman bearing it had crossed her path some time ago, but it was not THIS woman in front of her. No, not Felicia… what had happened back then again? As Nimueh racked her brain some pieces slowly fell into place, revealing a somehow blurry image. A curse had been involved… a curse that created contorted magic, the worst punishment for anyone with magical blood. It lead to death, but not instantly. Slowly, painfully the victim would go insane and die as the shadow of the person she had been before.
Who was that girl then? Only one way to find out! “Well, well, well…” she crooned, parting her lips in a scornful smirk. “Shouldn’t you be dead yet? I remember such a thing concerning the name Shadowmere!” Even though she acted all aloof and condescending, Nimueh’s every sense was on alert. The cursed where the most desperate and prone to trying stupid things.
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Post by felicia on Oct 30, 2010 5:37:07 GMT -5
Felicia was shaking all over. Only pure anger was stopping her from fleeing with fear. Yes, she was daft to face this evil being with no means to protect herself though something inside her kept her rooted to the spot. Staring into the cold calculated eyes that had ruined her life for no fault of her own.
"Yes, by now I should probably be dead. How does it feel to know your magic is inadequate. Not as powerful as you thought you were are you," she spat. She knew she probably shouldn't rile the witch up but the words had come out before she had time to think what she was saying.
Felicia was even angrier when the witch didn't even remember exactly who she was. She must have done so many of these curses she lost track of them all. How evil could she get?
"I'll fill you in shall I, seen as your memory seems to be lacking, same as your magic," she began. "My mother overheard you plotting to kill the King so naturally she told him. You found out what she did and you cursed her, well, me actually. My magic was supposed to consume me, drain my life away from me. Yet here I stand. I promise you I will avenge my mother and brothers."
With shaking hands she raised her brothers old sword and advanced a step toward the power behind her suffering.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2010 17:42:52 GMT -5
Even though Nimueh could sense quite a large amount of fear surrounding the cursed girl, she apparently still found it in her to be spiteful. Her remarks were nothing if not ridiculous and resembled the blind lashing out of a cornered animal, the last rearing up before admitting defear, but still, some of the words stung. Her magic, inadequate?! No flaming way, and if Felicia carried on like that she would get a good show on just HOW succesful Nimueh’s magic was!!!
Nimueh didn’t show her anger though, she hid her true feelings behind an even more aloof smirk and cocked her head. “Now, now, let’s not get testy and talk about things we don’t understand, shall we? You look haggard and ill enough to me for it being only a matter of time. That you talk to me of all people in this disrespectful manner just shows how far you already proceeded down the path of insanity!”
Unimpressed Felicia kept on ranting, and even if the High Priestess would have preferred her tone to be a bit more on the polite side, the speech carried useful information to indeed refresh her memory. So that was how it had all happened again, yes, of course, now she remembered. It had been one of Nimueh’s rare mistakes to trust the Shadowmere witch. How could she have known the woman had quite that strong a conscious, even with the memories of the Great Purge so fresh in all their minds? In any way, she had had it coming, the punishment had been nothing if not just!
“Oh, bravo!” Nimueh exclaimed in a mocking surprised tone and even clapped her hands condescendingly. “What a show of bravery in the face of death, be it in the future or now! You just forget one thing, girl: I am Nimueh Ó Liatháin, High Priestess of the Old Religion, and even with magic you might find it hard to defeat me. With said magic killing you… believe me you don’t stand the slightest of chances!”
She raised an eyebrow as Felicia posed her sword at her. “Careful with that, girl. You might hurt yourself!” she taunted her mercilessly. Truly, what was this girl thinking? It was like an ant attacking a hornet, ridiculous!
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