... flew through the blasted lands of Felucca. A streak of redness blitzing through the humid jungle with no clear direction. Most creatures fled as it approached, and those that didn't soon found themselves torn asunder by vicious claws. The lucky ones who sensed the coming were riddled with agonizing pain - for this seeming mystical creature of bloody color is none other than the DarkSinger herself, Lark Kohl the deamoness.
You could mistake her for a member of the Gargoyle race - alas you would be wrong. What zips between deadened trees was once a human girl, lover of music and peace, and dearest friend to a certain celtic paladin. What caused Lark's fall from the Virtues into the spiral of darkness that ended in her current state can only be surmised as such: total belief in a false god, then self loathing after abandonment by that god.
Oh, and a bit of necromantic powers after losing one's head - almost - by the blade of one who calls herself "friend". One who turned out the DarkSinger to the woods after the god departed. One who spoke of love, justice and compassion but didn't LIVE it - thus, making it all a LIE!
The DarkSinger screams out and lunges at the first thing she sees, blindly barreling into a tree, her wings getting stuck in the brambles of the jungle.
Eyes glowing a poisonous vapor of green, she rights herself then leaps once again into the air, headed due north. Soon, the humid jungle turns into frozen forest - a new snow has recently fallen. The chill doesn't bother her though, her hatred and loathing enough to warm her deadened heart. Its actually nice to once again feel the frigidness of winter.
Further and further to the north the daemoness flies. Soon she comes upon a clearing, within which are several forest animals seeming to be in a gathering of sorts. Strange, they don't move with her coming. Only slightly curious, the DarkSinger glances toward the forest critters as she hovers by. Her hellish gaze is caught by the biggest, liquid brown eyes so deep and full of peace. Once again, the red blitz barrels into a tree.
At this, the forest critters turn and notice the heap of red, leathery wings and tattered robe. From their midst, the cow rises (for she was simply laying there it would seem) and strolls over to the strange creature.
The woodland creatures all forgotten, the DarkSinger growls and curses as she straightens herself. She regains her footing and lightly leaping into the air to continue her flight - but her way is blocked by that cow.
"Why are you so angry, Lark Kohl?" the cow speaks with an earthy voice filled with the warmth of the sun and promises of springtime. In that simple question, the DarkSinger hovers instinctively, transfixed as she is by the bovine in front of her.
The cow continues, not waiting for an answer, "You seems to have forgotten your Voice, child. Long it has been since you sang your heart."
Mesmerized, the red daemoness simply hovers there. The words of the cow melting into the hate laden mind beneath a crown of devil-horns.
"I want you to go to a bridge, not far from here. Atop that bridge is a chest. Open it, and you will find something within," the cow instructs before lowering her head to the green grass for a bite.
Compelled and with no way to stop herself, the daemoness does as she is bidden. She locates the chest, opens it, and within finds...
You could mistake her for a member of the Gargoyle race - alas you would be wrong. What zips between deadened trees was once a human girl, lover of music and peace, and dearest friend to a certain celtic paladin. What caused Lark's fall from the Virtues into the spiral of darkness that ended in her current state can only be surmised as such: total belief in a false god, then self loathing after abandonment by that god.
Oh, and a bit of necromantic powers after losing one's head - almost - by the blade of one who calls herself "friend". One who turned out the DarkSinger to the woods after the god departed. One who spoke of love, justice and compassion but didn't LIVE it - thus, making it all a LIE!
The DarkSinger screams out and lunges at the first thing she sees, blindly barreling into a tree, her wings getting stuck in the brambles of the jungle.
Eyes glowing a poisonous vapor of green, she rights herself then leaps once again into the air, headed due north. Soon, the humid jungle turns into frozen forest - a new snow has recently fallen. The chill doesn't bother her though, her hatred and loathing enough to warm her deadened heart. Its actually nice to once again feel the frigidness of winter.
Further and further to the north the daemoness flies. Soon she comes upon a clearing, within which are several forest animals seeming to be in a gathering of sorts. Strange, they don't move with her coming. Only slightly curious, the DarkSinger glances toward the forest critters as she hovers by. Her hellish gaze is caught by the biggest, liquid brown eyes so deep and full of peace. Once again, the red blitz barrels into a tree.
At this, the forest critters turn and notice the heap of red, leathery wings and tattered robe. From their midst, the cow rises (for she was simply laying there it would seem) and strolls over to the strange creature.
The woodland creatures all forgotten, the DarkSinger growls and curses as she straightens herself. She regains her footing and lightly leaping into the air to continue her flight - but her way is blocked by that cow.
"Why are you so angry, Lark Kohl?" the cow speaks with an earthy voice filled with the warmth of the sun and promises of springtime. In that simple question, the DarkSinger hovers instinctively, transfixed as she is by the bovine in front of her.
The cow continues, not waiting for an answer, "You seems to have forgotten your Voice, child. Long it has been since you sang your heart."
Mesmerized, the red daemoness simply hovers there. The words of the cow melting into the hate laden mind beneath a crown of devil-horns.
"I want you to go to a bridge, not far from here. Atop that bridge is a chest. Open it, and you will find something within," the cow instructs before lowering her head to the green grass for a bite.
Compelled and with no way to stop herself, the daemoness does as she is bidden. She locates the chest, opens it, and within finds...
A look of horror comes across her face and the daemoness bolts into the forest. Her flight wilder than before, she careens between the trees blindly until one inevitably jumps into her path. To the ground she falls, once again. This time, she simply lies there. Injured, blood pools beneath her broken wing.
Time had lost all meaning so we don't know for sure when, but the cow, somehow, did find the red daemoness and breathed upon it. A breath full of warmth, hope, joy, gladness - it took all the pain away and somehow the creature stood.
"If you wish to find yourself child, use the Lute and Sing again," the cow instructs.
Walking slowly back, with the cow not too far behind, the daemoness returns to the bridge. There, picking up the lute, she plucks the strings and a most horrible sound is heard. Shocked, the red one drives her claws into the instrument then yanks the strings with a loud twang. With a growl she throws the lute far into the woods.
Within moments, a headless springs up and shambles toward the daemoness and the cow. With a rising anger fueled by shock and fear, a dark spell gets slung at the monster. Falling to the earth, the daemoness is upon it in an instant, sucking the last of its life away - a whithered husk lands without a sound.
"Is this how you wish to exist?" the cow asks. "Sucking the remnants of life from those you slay? So much like the false ones who abandoned you here. Taking all they want, then leaving waste in in their wake. The paladin sought to cure you of the madness you contracted from them. You know that, don't you?"
Calmed by the bovine's words, the daemoness turns toward the other.
"Follow me," it says.
After a short trek through the woods, the pair finds the thrown lute in pieces. Sadly, the cow looks to the daemoness, then walks over and once again, breathes upon something that is broken. In the blink of an eye, the lute lies upon the ground, whole again.
"Now take this and find the Sparkling Shrine. There, I ask that you play the tune you once did lifetimes ago. I believe the peace you find at that shrine will stir your memory, and help heal the pain you've suffered in all this time."
The red one stares at the magically fixed lute, then at the cow, and again at the lute.
"Do that, or walk away now child. The choice is yours. If you ask me though, the world was a more joyful place with your Voice in it."
The cow meanders off into the woods and is soon lost in the trees of the forest, leaving a female daemon reaching for a magical lute.
[rest coming soon]