Spiral of Despair ( Guadosalam,open )

[pythianlegume]

There were none of the cliche signs of life for Seymour to enjoy, not that he had been one to stop and enjoy the breath of life that used to blow through his lungs. There was no hardbeat to reverberate in his ears, no warmth to course through his body, no sweet breath for him to taste. It seems that whatever force had been behind the other recent reincarnations had a sick sense of humour in relation to seymours own 'special' condition. Seymour shared that sense of humour, he had been brought back to the half-life in which he had left the mortal planes.

He walked slowly and gracefully through the Guadasalam forest, a small walk from the entrance. He was still enjoying the return of his powersl. A twist of his wrist brought the images of his past victims floating, to the air around him made of the glowing pyreflies that filled his unliving body. A flick of a finger that way brought fire to a small sapling sprouting from the ground, it was quickly extinguished by a small splash of water seemingly from nowhere. His body seemed bursting with the wonderful things that granted him his powers.

He knew that he would have to have more of course, always more of them, every body he dropped to the ground fed the reserves of energy he used to power himself. The trip back to Spira had given him enough to accomplish what he needed to do first, another twisted joke perhaps ? He now stood in the clearing that contained the tunnel entrance to his hometown, the town of Guadosalam but more importantly the farplane. Like any of the other Unsent he could not actually physically enter the place withough risk of disolving to nothing but he theorized he could come close enough to siphon the power he needed. It was so much quicker and more efficient than killing.

He also had uses he wished to put the people of the town themselves too, whether they still wished to follow him in life meant nothing if he could bind them in the chains of subservient death. A shadow stretched from within the tunnel onto the bend of the wall, a young boy by the looks of it. His slight smile seemed to radiate calm and peace when infact it hid below it an unparalelled cruelness and disdain for any life. The footsteps soon stopped and the boy stood in the entrance looking at him with a puzzled expression on his face.

Most citizens of spira would know who he was right away, but could they beleive he had somehow made his way back despite everything that had happened to him. Even the spiritual lessons that no doubt had been taugh to the youth by the yevonittes could aid him in forming enough belief to save his life. Seymour's staff which he held in his left hand was slowly raised into the air. A crackle of lightning played between the shapes upon the focal point of the staff. Without warning there was a crack of thunder, and the boy fell to his knees, his face and chest scorched beyond recognition by the spell. After a moment they came, fluttering from the body to the air.

The beautiful colours of the Pyreflies suddenly became a dark and threatening red as they were forcibly molded into a monster. Befitting it's manner of demise, a Yellow element floated in the air it's many parts rotating and shifting as the same lightning crackled within. All around Seymour many other similiar creatures apeared. Creatures resembling small dragons, creatures resembling walking boulders, lizards, and more of the elements surrounded him, being compressed out of the same materials as the yellow element. All in all there was about ten creatures in his gruesome retinue.

Every mouth in the common area of the town closed when he entered the room the fiends behind him slavering and struggling to break his grasp to unleash their fury. Seymour himself could feel his essence strain to hold them under his control but he wanted to say his piece before the slaughter. To his surprise he saw that their was not a Guado in sight, he couldn't help but wonder what had happened in his absence. He could feel the people waiting on him sensing his oncoming word.

[frostflare]

"What is this place?" a woman asked. Her voice was serene and gentle, but at the same time hard and true. It was in this place that she found herself to be somewhat confused.

She had came into this place from a stoney tunnel, and the architeture was unlike anything she had ever seen before. The rock was carved down, plates of crystal produced windows, and homes were inlaid into. The doors of amazing hues, and the shear sense of power whispered. It was a new energy that had its pressence here. Wisps of magic danced on like fairies on the springs. This place had its own buety that Nyx could not comprehend.

Her eyes were amazed at the buety of this place, dispite the fact that not a singel thing stired so far. It was so quiet that it gave her pause for a moment. She took herself from being amazed to being ready. Her weapon was pulled from her back, and stuck to the her hand. Her eyes now narrowed, slited, scanning, watching the area.

Her body crouched low, her feet crushed the earth below her. She could sense something. But as to what she could not yet tell. She crept up a hill and over a bridge and it was then that she discovered what she had felt. A humaniod, blue haired, and tall and imposing was standing in a tunnel entrence. All about him beast writed with anger, it was scary to think that those beast were being controled by the man. But at first glance they looked as if they were.

She took a second to comprehend what she had seen. Yes that was a blue haired man. Yes thier were beast all about him. And yes the town-place-area was barren of life except him. She then thought of what to do. She had to confront the man. And in one fell swoop she stood up and jumped from the bridge to the ground.

She landed with a soft thump, her blade stabed into the ground. She was crouched low from impact, but after a second stood up and pulled her naginata from the ground. She pointed it at him let out her demands. "Sir, Who are you and where is everyone?" She let her weapon fall limply to her side.

Her eyes slanted, and face let out a smirk. She had gone over the scenerio of battle already. In a blink of the eye, he could attack her. But she had readied herself, she would fell him and all around him as qucikly as possible. She though let out the facade of being unprepared becuase it gave her the advantage of surprise.

"Well answer me!" She damanded again. Dispite that her husband would have yelled at her for demanding. He was a kind man, she was often much more straight foward then him. But she loved him, and he was not around. What he did not know would not hurt him. She laughed in her mind. She missed him....

[pythianlegume]

There had been no slaughter to Seymour's dissapointment, he enjoyed the despair contained in each tortured pyrefly he absorbed into his undead essence. He could not remember anymore why anyone would want to be alive, he felt nothing but power surge through his barely physical form as the pyreflies struggled to escape him. He had dissolved a few of the fiends around him as having so many summoned was a huge strain on his being, he only needed a few available if the townspeople did not feel like putting up a fight. Almost as soon as he had appeared they had dissapeared, running behind locked and barracaded doors. What a shame it was that Spira had fallen into this collection of cowards it almost wasn't worth destroying anymore. His step was slow and care-free, and his expression was one of bliss and absent of worry as he made his way towards the farplane un-impeded.

That was until that girl appeared, one who actually held the guts to stand up to Seymour. This made him even more happy, the prospect of a challenge which he had been so long without. There was only a condor flitting about over his head and a tall 4-armed beast. These blue-furred beasts had always been a favourite of the Guado when they resorted to their command over fiends in battle. The beast took the iniative and step out infront of the Guado, setting itself between Seymour and the lady. With a dainty wave of his hand the beast stepped aside and Seymour stepped into the spot that the beast had been standing. Seymour began almost sarcastically with the common greeting amongst those who worshipped Yevon. His hands cupping above and below a non-existant sphere along with a very elaborate and ceramonial bow. " Greeting's to the heathen in the name of Yevon. My name is Maester Seymour Guado. Where is everyone you ask ? Cowering behind closed doors, without the glorious word of Yevon it seems as if they have all lost their way, fear and confusion cloud their mind as they must yours. I guess it doesn't truly matter as you along with the rest of them will soon be able to exist in serenity in the afterlife. "

With a non-chalant lift of the ornate staff in his hand the beast and the condor rushed forward at his challenger. They condor came in from overhead mostly just to harrass and confuse his opponent as the beast bore in head-on its several muscular arms throwing hammer-like blows. Seymour himself of course took a few steps back away from the fray, he saw no reason to dirty his own hands when he beleived his fiends could easily take care of the job. He wasn't one to take unnecesary risks however, he was already in the middle of casting a wall spell on himself for hte possibility that the loud mouthed lady broke through.

[frostflare]

Thankfully Nyx had readied herself for the chance of battle. In but a split second her weapon was out in its readied position, her stance was perfect, and her eyes narrowed. She spun her weapon in a twirl and then slid it's blade along the ground.

Her tattoe began to glow brightly, and her eyeshadow as well. The bright pale purple's that flowed from each spot soon bathed thier area in a massive amoutn of thier color. She then held out her palm and out a wisp of black smoke two wings emerged. And from the smoke her elegan dragon bursted forth and let out a adorable, yet audioble growl.

It flew up above her and took a deep breath before enleashing a black mist over the ground. It was black, and smelled of decay, even nyx had to hold her breath to get used to it. But soon the darkness began to creep up her leg and it began to drain her energy. Slowly she felt her life get leached, and she knew that both the beast would soon feel the effects as well as that man. But the beast would not suffer for long...

She spun her blade again and ran foward, her speed cuaseing the black fog to disperese around her feet, giveing her a moment of painless running. In but a single second, not even soon enough to blink her blade slanted in a upercut ripping directly up through the bigger beast. It stammered and took a step back. It was not down, but it was certainly angry. It spun it's fist and went to deck the woman with its brute force.

But in that moment time stilled for nyx. She felt the force of the blow, before it even hit her. And she spun on her heel and leaped into the sky. The fist made contact with the earth, shattering the stone below it. Nyx flew high, and then went spiraling back down to the ground. She shifted her weight, spun so that her feet faced the ground, moutned her weapon, and hit something. That something was the bird. Her weapon went through its head, cuasing it to squirm and weave as it fell limp to the ground.

She pulled her weapon from it, and the pyreflies exploded outward. That was something new. She felt a little bit stupid at the sight of hte things. She was distracted by their touch, thier feelings. And then it hit her. A massive force that she did not even notice until it had. She went flying and struck a wall. Bashing into it hard and falling down onto her body. Blood was coughed up on the brown rock floor of this place that she did not know the name of.

She was not quite sure how to handle the situations at present. The man was sitting back. And his words made little sense to her. She knew he was threatning her. But She did not understand the threat in it's intierty. She tried to stand. But found herself scrambling on all fours. She felt pathetic. She should have been more durable.

Then came the force of a second blow. The wind rammed into her first. Almost cuaseing her to shut her eyes. The fist came in towards her. It dead set on it's purpose;to kill. But then the fist rushed away, and shook voilently. She heard the beast struggling, rushing back and forth. And on top of it sat her little dragon. Letting out the full fury of its breath onto the creature.

Nyx took that split second to slid foward. Her blade went upward and in a circle. And the beast found itself one arm short. The fist fell to the ground and her dragon lept off and flew over next to her. It landed on her shoulder and the creature exploded in pyreflies.

Nyx wobbled to a stand, blood dripped from her lip. She hurt a lot now. But she had one last thing to deal with. That man. By now the dark fog had disperssed and Nyx was still feeling the pure power that the man radiated. But she was determined to give him hell, at least before she was killed. She spun on her heel and held her naginata to the sky. Suddenly a wave of water began to flow over it. She lashed the weapon to the ground letting the excess water splash to the ground. "Umi!" She called.

Her feet ran fast, and her eyes narrowed down. Her pray was in her site. She kept her concentration narrowed onto her target. She had only one shot. Time slowed to her eyes. She could hear her dragon's wing's flap. She felt her heart pump. She could feel the energy of the momentum. And for a second she could feel her husband touching her hands. It gave her a slight second of pause, barely noticable by the untrained eyes. But it was enough to throw her game. She rushed right past the man, her blade out but way off. She never even felt it connect. She had missed him by a long shot. As she reached the end of her sprint and she collapsed to the ground and slid some inches on the rock. She had used to much energy. Her dragon let out a howl and flew over to her. It landed on her shoulder. She was not dead, but rather unconcius.

(This is a perfect example of just how Nyx fights, she is great at the start, but quickly declines...its sad, she never even had the chance to hit seymour, she was too tired. Even without her husband iterveneing moment(or whatever you will call it) she would have not even made contact....)

[pythianlegume]

(( I really enjoyed reading your post, always been a big fan of combat rping against npcs =]. Gosh darn I wish I could remember the name of those 4-armed things. ))

Seymour had been slowly backing away step by step away from the main fight where his creatures fought as his proxies. He continued with the intricacies of casting his powerful wall spell, at first he hadn't been sure if he would need such defensive measures but after seeing only the first few moves of battle he wasn't quite as confident as he had been in the beginning. The wall spell was strong and sapped a large amount of his power reserves in its casting, he didn't dare try to support his fiends with any of his higher level spells in using his power to the point dissapation. The words ' praise be to yevon ' could barely be heard above the din of battle as his spell came to fruition and he was bathed in red and green light that distorted the passing of light through his magical barriers. The completion of the spell alowd him to turn his full attention on the battle infront of him

At first Seymour had been sure that the girls posturing and words had been false bravado that she could be brought down quickly and easily as he had done with the weakling ronso's guarding Mt. Gagazet. He know say that he had underestimated her, she took the condor down without the slightest trouble. The large beast had been a different story, the two of them seemed to moved in a deadly dance, the beast would strike out nad the lady would dodge and strike back. With his full attention on the fight he did not notice the black mist at first crawling up his legs. At first he had assumed offhand that it was his own abilities draining his power until the drain did not stop. How could he have been so careless, with a quick look he now saw the mist everywhere he didnt understand how he could have missed it in the first place.

Seymour had mostly directed his wall spell infront of him and around his body in a 360 degree circle and hadn't thought he needed protection from beneath, he now saw the folly in his arrogance. Pyreflies slowly began drifting out of his body, only a few at a time but enough tp cause Seymour to worry. He fell to one knee as the darkness worked away at his stamina. His eyes fell tightly closed as he reached out with an invisible hand, melding and shaping the magicks protecting him like a prodigal artist shaping a lump of clay. The darkness began to recede from his legs and the bottom of his torso where it had also begun to take hold, the shell aspect of his protective spells pushing the fog away and cleansing his body.

The girl began to awaken deep feelings of hatred in him as he watched her fight. It brought to the forefront of his mind memories of his encounters with that insufferable summoner and her guardians. The way her blade struck so fast and moved at usch a blinding speed, the way she lept and spun and danced around her enemies with such grace and agility. Tidus had fought the same way, he still felt the last plunge of the aces legendary Caladbolg deep into his partly incorporal gut. He looked up in time to see a large wave of water come crashing towards him, it washed over his body and threw him back through the air where he barely managed to land on his feet. The water had not caused much physical damage however as his magicks had absorbed most of the impact he hadn't predicted the spells use as the distraction it was however. It was only that raw element of luck that had saved his undead life this time as the girl's attack went wide. He watched as she fell unconcious against the walls of Guadosalam before standing up straight and limping over to where she lay. She was powerful there was no argument about that, maybe he could use her ? Summoing up reserves of power that he saved for just such moments he levitated her up off the ground and began to move towards his mansion with her in tow.

[frostflare]

Nyx could feel her body. She was afraid to open her eyes. IT was bright outside of the lids. It almost scared her. She could feel the warmth of someone close to her. She could hear the breath that fluttered over the back of her neck. This familiarity was something she was not used to. Something that made no sense to her.

She opened her eyes. Only to be blinded by a bright white world. Everything was just white. She felt something cover her back. She heard a whisper in her ears. "Nyx..." The voice resonated in her head. She went to turn her head only to find two arms wrap around her waist. She was standing in a white world. Around her was warmth. Her hair blew gently at the one's breath, the one behind her that is.

Nyx closed her eyes again, letting her body enjoy the warmth. "Nyx..." the being whispered again. A tear trailed down her cheek and she spun in a circle. Only to feel it all dissipear away. She fell to her knees. And then collapsed again.

If there was one thing Nyx hated was nightmares. She flew up from her deep sleep and let out a great gasp of breath. She was sweating coldly, but only lightly. Her hair had left its tie...and it spun around her body. She gave a wipe to her forhead, removeing the sweat from her brow. It was jsut a dream. But it felt so real...

Suddenly a gentle amoutn of lights(pyreflies) dance out from around her and escaped from the room she was in. What were those things? And what did they do? Nyx proped up her torso and and looked around her. She was sitting on the cold hard ground of what would be considered a foyer. She laid in the direct center. Despite being underground, the room was extreamly well lit. And entrancing in its own right. Nyx took a gentle stand and shook her body.

The aches of the battle from before were now gone...How long had she slept? It must have been hours, she felt much more alive, and much more in power. She felt a gentle climb up her back. And she turned to face it. Her dragon was gently hovering in the air. His wings were adorable, and in his mouth was her hairtie. She took it from him and spoke to him. "Thank you!" with a pat she gave him praise. She pulled up her hair and looked down on the ground. Her Naginata was gone....

She was up now, but the sorrow of the place crept over her. Why was she alive. She should have died if that man had planed to kill her. And further more she found herself in a massive mansion, one that spoke of a diffrent eveiorment then outside. She looked up the stairs and saw another one of those little lights flutter out of a open hallway. She took a few steps of the stairs. She was without a weapon, and if that man was in there how would she defend herself?

Her dragon perched on her shoulder. He would help, but would not win the fight on his own. But with all answers saying do not go. Nyx pushed herself foward. And eventualy found herself in a bedroom. In the center of the room was a circular bed, with a wierd heart emblem on it. Thier was a tacky statue of a man in the room. Strange, maybe the man adored or loved him....Either way the outfit that the man wore in the statue was horrible looking. A vanity sat on the edge of the wall, and on it was a enough bottle to make the room smell of every scent from fungus to whale barf...On top of that this room was covered in the takiest pink ever. Nyx gave a rool of her eyes. It was hidous just bing here.

But where was that man?...she did not see him...


(Thanks! thats a complement comeing from you. I joined this rp in hopes of really improving. You type amazing post, not to mention you give an amazing amount of detail. Im glad to rp with you. I hope i pick up a bit of your techniques. Im a action rper, but Im good all around. But Im not great. So yeah. Thanks, but your much better then me. Your descriptions are absolutly amazing! Your awsome! ohh and I hope this was ok. I just assumed he had a plan and left her on the floor of the foyer. Why would he drag her around a home...waste of energy...and that she woke up several hours later. So if you want something to happen before then, thats fine. I wont stop you! ))

[pythianlegume]

The doors to his mansion slammed shut as Seymour collapsed on the ground, the girl he had been levitating behind him dropped to the floor at approximately the same time. His power was waning heavily, it wasn't just something he could feel it was something that could be seen too, the pyreflies were drifting out of his body at a faster rate now. The quick fight with the girl had taken quite the toll on him, she was a very talented fighter if not a little careless. His mind was racing with idea's for how he could use and grow those abilities of hers but those thoughts had started to become cloudy and broken as his the lose of pyreflies degraded his mind into that of a fiends. He trusted she would be safe and left alone in the large foyer and so he turned his back on her and began to exit the mansion, he walked with a limp, both hands clasped over his stomach as if it would open up and spill his non-existent entrails onto the floor.

It took him a long time to make his way to the farplane entrance in his weakened state, none of the townspeople had tried to stop him they were all still locked away inside their houses out of fear. Every step he took up the path to the membraneous entrance made him feel a small bit better, there was so much power in this place. The bright lights drifted into his body with more and more speed until he stood at the threshold, regal and strong once again. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back enjoying the feeling of the power once again, a small sigh of pleasure escaping his slightly parted lips. He would have said it felt good to be alive if alive had been a word that could be applied to him. He stayed this way for a long time drinking it all in before he finally had to break himself away and head back to the mansion, he was almost exploding with power now, the blue veins prominent on his face and body pulsed slightly with barely containable light.

When he returned he found that the woman was no longer lying unconcious on the floor of the foyer but the lock that was still intact on the door told him that she had not left. With his temporarily heightened senses he could just barely hear her steps. It took him but a moment to find her in a gaudy looking room that someone had changed on him while he was away, no worry though he would deal with the interlopers at some later time. He walked with steps that made no sound as he entered the doorway, he saw her still damaged from the fight, dark bruises and abrasions all over her body. He saw this as a perfect chance to earn her trust, trying to be as silent as possible he conjured up a cura spell. Weaving his staff through the air he ended with the ornate design on the end of it pointed at her and a pale green light engulfed her body. The bruises lightened until the dissapeared and the skin surrounding her many cuts knitted itself back together, more important than these physical changes was the genuine sense of calm and relief the spell always brought on a person.

He took a moment to collect himself and bought on the persona of calm and kindness he was so talented at creating, it was so easy at the moment. " Ah my child I see you are awake. I must apologize for our earlier incursion, it was... undesirable and I was not myself at all. "

He took a few steps closer to her but made sure to safely keep her distance, she would still think of him as a threat at this moment. " I hope you will bestow upon me the gift of your attentive ears as I explain myself. You see I am not exactly a living being, not anymore. I was at one point a great Maester of Yevon, a spiritual leader attempting to lead all of Spira along the path of happiness. "

Besides the non-magical attempts he was making to persuade her to listen to him and beleive him using his body language and tone he was also attempting to manipulate her mind with magic. If she could see the many wonders of the non-living plane that surrounded them all as a Guado could then she would be able to see the somewhat invisible pyreflies that floated through the air and attempted to enter her mind. He wasnt trying to take over just a very very small push to make her feel a teensy bit more agreeable towards him. " My life was stolen from me in the most violent of ways by a group of people seeking to spread the seeds of dischord and unbeleif amongst my most pious people. The struck me down along with the whole governing body of these lands but my love for my people was so strong I could not be claimed by the hard cold arms of death and I now exist as an unsent. I tried even after my unfair death to stop them but they struck me down again and again until I failed in the worst of ways. Even now my people walk around in ignorance of the manipulation those evil people have worked upon them. I apologize so very sincerely for my earlier actions, I was weakened and without the power of the farplane and its denizens I succumbed to the mindset of an unholy beast and so I struck at you in my misguided rage. "

He had been making his way slowly towards her throughout his speach and no only a foot or two infront of her he bent down on one knee his hand reaching out for hers. " I do so hope that you can forgive me for the pain I caused you. There is so much power and strength deep within you that I can see it shining like a glorious light, if I only had the same strength that you do I could have kept my true life and saved my people. "

[frostflare]

At first it came into her head that maybe this man was Dangerous. The way he got closer to her, and his grace, his eirie body...his story. It all gave alice the chills. Her body was covered in wound, but when he cast a spell over her she felt generaly better.

The magic worked its way through her body, makeing her blood pulsate iwth new life, as well as she could feel her happyness ease her feelings about the man. He did assualt her, but few evil doers heal that witch is harmed. White magic is a rarity in the darker sides of people. She took a step back though, when she realized his movements toward her. Her eyes kept watching his movements. She bagan to let down her gaurd.

But this was all to surreal. Her dragon was arching it's back, it did not trust him, unlike her. She although could feel herself slowly begining ot trust him. Despite Toshi's warnings, whom she often trusted over her own, she felt the need to trust him.

When he explained hos story she no longer felt the need to keep a gaurd up near him. She believed him. Although the only thing not heloing the trust was that he sounded like a fanatic religious man, whom would spear her for not beleiving. She although felt even a bit awkward when he got on his knee and began to praise her.

She hated flatery. "Sir, whilst i belive you, Please, Flattery will not win you my heart...I am married, and I do love him." She sighed and began to walk to the bed. "But I would like to know where my blade is...Do you have it by chance?" she let out another sigh and her dragon began to growl again. He could sense stuff that even she could not....

(sorry evne though i was ready to type...this kind of situation is not my strong suit hope its ok tbhough)

[pythianlegume]

He could almost laugh it was so easy, people were so malleable they always wanted to beleive you no matter how much reason you gave them not to. He was done working his magic, he could just barely see the intricate weaves he had spun around her with his eldritch power. With a barely noticeable look of satisfaction he took in his work, tying off the delicate strands that made him seem so agreeable. He resumed his humble expression after the momentary pause and rose to his feet. The normally grand presence he exuded was dulled by the shame and self-pity he tried to portray across in his deception. There had been only one problem, that damned dragon, the creatures thought processes were too alien for Seymour to work any charm on, but he figured he could deal with it in the near future.

He turned his back on the pair of them and took a few delicate steps forward. With a barely audible sigh he turned back to face her, a look of deep sadness on his face. " Your blade I have placed in a room made up for you down the hall along with anything else I may have knocked aside in my.... misguided rage. You are more than welcome to stay as long as you would like. If you need anything at all you need only ask although I fade away even as we speak, so I may not be around long to tend to any of your needs. I... I will leave you be. I truly am sorry. Let the slow degradation of my lifeforce serve as the deepest apology I can give. Good evening, my child. " An unspirited flourish of his robes accompanied his exit cut off by the closing of the door.

[frostflare]

Nyx looked at the man. His movmenets were so lifeless. He truelly did need substance she guessed. "Thank you" she spoke in a greatfull tone, and bowed. She felt a general sense of trust for him. At least he was honost to her.

She waited a few moments and then looked around the rounded room. The putresecent pink truely did shame upon her eyes. Thankfully her dragon quickly flapped onto her shoulder, reminding her to collect her blade. That would be a neccesity, wether she trusted him or not. She had to leave. Her husband was out there, awaiting her return...Of that she was certain.

She walked out of the room, with a certain strut. She felt a lot better now that he brueises were gone, and her skin was mended. She felt brand new. But still something was off in this home. Nyx herself was oblivous to it, but her dragon was not. He growled every second she walked, and his growl was the only thing that kept her on edge.

She went down the narrow hall to a room with the door left open. This did all seem to easy. But Nyx brushed away her feelings. She kept aware, but kept also her trust. She walked into her made room and began to search her surrondings.

The room itself was round much like before. On one side curved to the wall was a bed, hollowed out of the rock it seemed. Covered with a type of linen who was also a horrendus pink. She began to hate this house even more. But it was rude to think such things, especially when one helped the other out of the goodness of his astrained heart. He had problems that was for sure, but he seemed so nice.

She of course did away with her thoughts to continue the view of the world around her. There was no windows, though a crystal ball on the cieling with a flame instide of it provided plenty of light. she sat down on the bed. It was as hard as the rockbed of Ivalice, or so it seemed. She did miss it, and her husband.

What made this all the more discouraging was the fact that she could not see her blade. The Naginata her master made for her was no where in sight. Did he lie to her? She felt so defenseless without it. The suddenly, as if with great please her dragon sat down on a covered stand. And with it, suddenly the stand's cover fell and there her weapon was. She picked it up with great pleasure.

She took her grip and started to walk out of the room. She did want out of here very soon. Her husband could have been killed with all the time she wasted. She foudn the front door and began to walk from the Mansion. Only to take a second guess and turn around. "Thanks for your hospitality Sir, but i must be leaving!" she then started out. She stoped only when she reached the middle of Guadosalam. Where she found millions of those little lights danceing about. Why? Did the mosters do this?

She was quite confused. It made little sense to her. And her dragon cowered down in fear. The lights gave the location an errie glow.