Rayclast Styxx - Studying the Relics - Chapter Three

Studying the Relics - Chapter Two

As the ritual began to continue, piece for piece, a glow began to emit about Styxx. However this glow turned more into a Silhoette. It is as if a Fox, transparent in nature, silhouette like a flame though baring half white, half black color was surrounding Styxx's form. Where hands were this Vixen silhouette turns into paws. One half of the Fox-Spirits visage, that which was black of nature, bared a ghastly grin, staring with one eye towards Vanessa. Her white side offered a calming smile as it stared upon Starianna.

Starianna turns her head sharply to her right and looked upon Vanessa with wide, startled eyes for a moment before her expression soothed itself. The moment that Styxx's spirit became visible Starianna's eyes were once again drawn back to Styxx and her eyes grew wide and reflected the very image if the foxspirit within them.

The voice of Vanessa comes at the ear of Styxx like she were at skin contact instead at more than a meter wide: "I am the bastion of your strength, let me hug you and know you, for I will help you like you were me."

"Careful little lamb...." A vile voice offered in return. It was hollow in it's voice and by all means considerably evil. "Maybe I will eat you - take your soul as my own. You would not be the first - nor the last. Do you want to take this risk by coming so close? To save this little girl from likely doom?"

"Sometimes there are wolves in sheep's clothes. I made a promise to a friend, I have one word"

"Then embrace me." The spirit said at last.

A wave of warmth hugs the spirit and also Styxx herself, behind it there is a huge strength and sometimes strange, very alien, well hidden in the back.

The spirit that was lingering about Styxx's physical form began to warp and twirl around. The dark and the light began to meld with long strands of energy before escaping back into the body from where they once came.

With the conclusion of the ritual and the soul that has eased back inside of the body, her grip upon the other two began to loosen. Her shoulders slumping but her body remains stout, baring a weird, new found strength. An addition to souls that had entered her form that was apart from his. A binding embrace, a link so strong but so dangerous alike. She looked to her right, to Starianna, then to her left towards Vanessa, offering a nod.

Styxx whispers: "It is done."

It is a cool and crisp morning that lingers over Eladramere. The grass beneath soldiers' feet crunches lightly with the tinge of a late Spring frost - the druids to the East are grumbling, but most seem welcoming of the break in the Summer heat that has been steadily growing over the past days. The air tastes clean and refreshing - another welcome break in the slew of threats and pall of death that seems to linger as of late.

Styxx, in her exile from the front line, would find herself going about her day like the last. The books in the library had been utterly useless; what little knowledge there was of this Lady was passed by word of mouth, it seemed, and even then it was inconsistent and vague. It was almost as if she was a figment of imagination - perhaps she was the creature that had appeared in the arena those few days past.

There were some references to an ancient pact between her and the Master of the Void - a means that life and death could exist in symbiosis. The Master and his thirst for his two pieces of silver, the Lady and her presidency over life.

It was odd then that this day, particularly as there seemed to be so little information, a note was found in one of the older tomes. The dust was omnipresent throughout its fading pages - as if the note had been left there eons ago.

My Child,

''Without the East our defence is folly. Teach them the way as you have done.''

Her Lady's Grace

Studying the Relics - Chapter Four