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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Aug 23, 2008 17:38:34 GMT -5
Uncertain of what to do, Wraith hesitates, even as her companions dart off after the wounded Deva. Her heart wanted her to follow her son and Hilathic, yet her head told her she was needed here. In the end reason won out and she found herself jogging after John.
Hilathic was a smart and resourceful man. She knew he would take care of Aerin and keep him safe. She knew he would understand that she had a task to fulfill. She could only hope they would cross paths again soon.
Rounding the corner, Wraith skids to a halt. "Dear Gods." She gasps. Her eyes slowly take in the scene, absorbing it, impressing it upon her memory; the bodies, the Deva slumped against Hadrian, the triple knotted cord at the threshold of an active portal. Such were the things she didn't see very often.
But where was the Bebilith?
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Post by john on Aug 23, 2008 18:02:23 GMT -5
John gets ready to step through the portal without flinching, blade sheathed but ready to be drawn, no shield with him this time, as he generally doesn't bring it with him in sigil, but all his standard war gear and chivs still carried. He looks back at wraith for a moment.
"Do what you think is right." He says, shrugging his shoulders. "What I do next is no concern of yours, as such." He pauses, then says, "He's in the ethereal, now. I'll tell you more if I get back. If not... You have something to go on." He shrugs, and with that takes a stride through the portal.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Aug 23, 2008 19:15:00 GMT -5
Gl'Fnak turns to see Hadrian helping the deva back to his feet only to slump over again. When the triply-knotted cord rolls past his hooves, the tiefling looks back to the now active portal. With a shrug and without waiting for anyone else, the Cipher steps through, sword held at the ready.
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Aug 23, 2008 20:50:45 GMT -5
John gets ready to step through the portal without flinching, blade sheathed but ready to be drawn, no shield with him this time, as he generally doesn't bring it with him in sigil, but all his standard war gear and chivs still carried. He looks back at wraith for a moment. "Do what you think is right." He says, shrugging his shoulders. "What I do next is no concern of yours, as such." He pauses, then says, "He's in the ethereal, now. I'll tell you more if I get back. If not... You have something to go on." He shrugs, and with that takes a stride through the portal. Wraith nods and smiles at the scarred Taker. Why wasn't she surprised that the coward had skipped town? Hilathic would need to know about this... "I always do what is right, John." She says, taking a step back from the portal to let the human pass. He was right; this was no concern of hers. And if the Deva was right, her magic was useless, and his life was forfeit unless he could complete his mission. "I have faith that you will return, John. You're remarkably resillient, or stubborn, for a human. We will speak of this again soon, if I'm not already out of touch tracking that bastard down. You have my thanks, John, delivering this much information to me."Nodding again at the Taker, she watches him depart through the portal. Though she wasn't one to be over-confident, she felt certain they would cross paths again... even if he wasn't in one piece. [OOC: Assuming no one takes the cord after passing through the portal, Wraith will pick it up, and attempt to follow Hilathic back to Zero.]
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Post by exile on Aug 24, 2008 11:09:07 GMT -5
Struggling under the weight of the Deva, Hadrian half carries and half drags him up to the threshold of the portal. “Bloody impulsive Cipher…” he mutters, mildly annoyed that he, the smallest of the three men, was left to shoulder the burden alone. “Take the key, Uathach, should you chose to join us. Ybdiel must be delivered to his home plane, we can do nothing for him here. Powers smile upon you, dear sister. Be safe.”
With those final words, Hadrian steps across the boundary and departs from the City of Doors.
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Aug 25, 2008 16:55:00 GMT -5
Wraith smiles sadly at Hadrian. "Get Ybdiel home, Brother. I intend to follow you to Elysium, and lend what assistance I can - especially where an Abyssal Lord is concerned - but now is not the time. I have unfinished business here; and a man to punish for his deeds."
Stepping further back, Wraith regards the Aasimar she called friend with a last parting smile, and sighs when he's gone. She bends to retrieve the knotted cord. For a moment following them seemed awfully tempting. Here was her chance to leave Sigil, and she was casting it aside. Or was she?
Her gaze is drawn momentarily to the knotted hemp rope lying flat across her palm.
When one door closes a new one opens shortly thereafter. Wraith muses and nods to herself. Dropping the cord into a belt pouch, she turns away from the portal and follows where she last saw Aerin and Hilathic.
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