Rayclast Styxx - A Story of Memories -Chapter Three - An End but a Beginning

Chapter Two - River Styx

As all sins, they come with dire consequence. One can't flee from them forever. Rayclast's stay in the sword coast soon became a brief one. The death of the Wu Jen was one that wasn't simply forgotten.

One fateful day, under the false protection of the Selunite Priestesses home, Rayclast awoke to a sudden thud, a muffled scream and groaning. As she ventured on out of the door to investigate she saw the priestess knelt before a woman donning a white, coatlike robe over a black suit. Blacken hair, violet eyes and a lotus-hilted katana in her hand which was settled at the priestesses neck. This very woman began to talk to the priestess before her. "You best tell me where she is, priestess. While your guidance to this sinful being is admirable, you defy the Gods by protecting her. Let me bring her to justice so Kelemvor can bring justice for what she did."

The Priestess frowned heavily as she stared up to the woman. "You have no idea what you speak of Shiroi Hana. She won't even be able to face Kelemvor at the stage she is at!"

The Eastern woman ascended a brow of surprise. "You know my name then. I dare say I am impressed. It matters not though, dear priestess. Where ever her soul might go when it escapes her body, it will be brought to a place where the divines so please it. What must be done is simple, and that is to bring an end to a creature that devours souls."

The Priestess shook her head, albeit it carefully to not cut herself upon the blade. "This can't be the way. Her race was born to adopt aspects of her own kin, not to take the souls of others. Whoever she fell that day, it wasn't who you believe it was."

"I wished such were the truth, dear priestess. I am well aware the Wu Jen was a Nogitsune, though such things are hard to rpove to the court and would have created a political issue within our region. Though the real truth lays that her tribes power is not confined to the rules of adopting aspects of other tsune, but that they can take all that they so please. A sin that was carried down by blood from the founding leader of this tribe - the Aspect Tsune of Souls. As such it is my duty to purge every trace of this tribe. Rayclast is the last of her line." Shiroi Hana had explained ever so calmly. The Priestess staring at the woman with a growing sadness before replying.

"It doesn't have to end this way."

A drawn out sigh escaped the woman in white. "All things have to end. Some things will nicely, others will do so in tragedy. Now tell me where she is so I can finally put to rest a catastrophe to be."

The priestess shook her head in refusal. A swift answer was given by Shirio in return, knocking the Priestess unconscious with the back of the katana's hilt. "I am sorry Arilys." She uttered down to the unconscious Priestess. Rayclast gasped which quickly caught Shirio's gaze. Quickly did the woman rush towards the Kitsune while Rayclast slammed the door shut and rushed away from the door, narrowly escaping the katana that stabbed through the door itself. Fortunately for Rayclast she was a good runner. With a quick cast of a spell she hastened herself and tossed herself out the window, where she would land on the ground and run towards the docks. She didn't pay attention to which boat she took. She simply took one and left across the seas, escaping the hunter that was bound to catch up to her one day.

Chapter Four - Eladramere