Dark Correspondence

[Shalandravv]

The green plains over Gulashir, the swaying of the palms and the breeze of the wind, carrying the scent of the salted sea on its shoulders were the feelings and sights of her dreams.

The day had brought so much exhaustion. The war was going onward and she was pulled farther and farther away from Daris, into the front. Her brief stays in the Tower of the Sword were usually straight into a comatose state in her bed.

The blue haired warrioress overlooked the vast ports of Gulashir, smiling to herself. The tradeships and barges and the seagulls were right where they had always been in her mind. She didn't know why she was here, again. Well, she did, actually. Home was where the heart was.

Lightning crashed as faces formed. Haunted images of torture and torment. She stood, alarmed. One of the dread masks leapt forth from its place in the clouds where it was perched; a familiar face.

Its words were venom.

"You sent me here..." It said. That hollow, raspy voice could only belong to one person. "It's your fault. I am going to return, and when I do you will be the first die..."

Her name was Jenna Blakhart. As quick as she had appeared, the lightning crashed through the sky once more, shattering the plane of her dreams with a horrifice scream. She awoke, in bed, eyes widened.

Whatever Jenna wanted, she wasn't going to have it for free.

[Jenna Blakhart]

From deep within the forest screams are heard. Overwhelming pain and agony emanate from the cave of her demise. Specters and demon-kin patrol the forest, but do not dare enter the tortured one’s home. She dwells deep within and yearns for a way to be set free. On the plane of shadow, her soul floats through the endless black, but her powers are not lost. She found a new way into the world of the living. Anshar took her life, but her service to him continues in the realm of dreams. Somewhere between sleep and awake, she enters the thoughts of her most hated enemies.

I will find a way to be free....
…………and then I will have my revenge!

[Mon-Da-Oth]

Myles had made the trip from the village to Dasar as quick as he could. Entering the Tower of Swords he was met with several disapproving looks. It seemed that Ni-hia had made few friends during her time in the tower.

Myles found his way to Shalandra's office and although he stepped as quietly as was natural for him he made sure that his pressence was known by clearing his throat and trying to stay as much to the light as possible. It wasn't a safe thing to surprise the Lady Velvax.

"My lady Velvax." he began once he was sure she knew he was there. "I have brought a message from someone claiming to be a friend of yours and the late Lady Holly."

A frown crossed his face followed by an amused smile. "It was a Drow I met in the village named Rikku. She requests an audience with you when you have the time."