The Barrens were asleep every light was out and even the stars were hiding. No not all lights were out, one small flickering light could be seen moving to the south of the Crossroads. No creature dared to disturb the figure, not even the savage centaurs dared to cross her path tonight.
The fire totem attached to Shacklya’s belt gave of a warm glow, occasionally the glow would grow brighter and then dim again. Another totem hung at her waist, this one pulsated irregularly, it seemed almost as if the totems spoke to her. They were in fact speaking to her, whispering, they had always done so, but it had never been so intens
“Destroy them”, a voice sounding like crackling fire whispered, “You don’t need them”.
“Do not listen to them, Fire only seeks to create chaos”, a calm but strong voice rumbled to her.
“Your destiny lies in the winds Kranu kan”, whispered a slight breeze in the back of her head. Kranu kan was Shacklya’s name in the elemental tongue and meant “Bound one”.
“We spread warmth, comforting warmth, warmth that gives life”, Fire crackled almost sweetly and more menacing it added, “We have power, more power than you can imagine”.
Shacklya took a sip from her water sack and immediately rain entered her head, “Keep your mind clear Kranu kan, resist the temptation”, it trickled faintly.
Again Shacklya was surprised by the intensity with which the spirits spoke to her, even Water and Air were present stronger then usual. Though Earth and Fire were still the most prominent. This was because she had already encountered these two manifests.
The earth beneath her feet stirred and a herd of zhevras that had lain sleeping nearby stormed off as fast as they could. “You won’t see the others doing that so easily”, Earth rumbled laughing.
“Showoff”, Air howled mockingly. Then the voices exploded in a cacophony of sound. Normally she would ignore them as they were squabbling all the time, but never when Shacklya was fighting then they would work in perfect unison. “Quiet”, Shacklya commanded in the language of the elementals. Shocked by Shacklyas unusual interference they were all quiet.
Finally she came to Camp Taurajo, quickly she offered her apologies to the spirits. In the morning she would travel to Thunderbluff, there she would have to face the trials of the ghost wolf and she needed all of her strength and that of the spirits for that.
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((I like it! ))
((Part 2 ))
The Ghost wolf trials
When Shacklya arrived in Thunderbluff the spirits had gone back to their usual talk fighting each other and trying to persuade Shacklya to pick one of them. Shacklya greeted a Bluffwatcher that passed her on her way to the spirit rise. The renowned Skychaser shamans were already awaiting her. Shacklya followed them to the open space behind the spirit lodge.
“Today will you, Shacklya, face the trials of the ghost wolf”, one of the male Taurens said.
“Sit down there”, the female Tauren said gesturing towards a small pattern that the third Tauren had just drawn.
After Shacklya sat down the female spoke to her again, “We will guide you, but you will have to do the most on your own. Now are you ready?”, she said smiling. “I am ready”, Shacklya replied.
“Okay then, you need to make contact with all four of the elements and not just one”, the Tauren said with a calm voice. A brief frown crossed Shacklya’s visage, weren’t the spirits supposed to be always with you. She would have to ask Cavran or another senior shaman about it later. “Close your eyes Shacklya”, the female said while binding something around her wrist.
“Callout to the Earth for it is the strength of your wolf”
“Earth, I call upon you, lend me your strength”
“Callout to the Fire for it is your wolfs rage”
“Fire I call out for you, lend me your rage”
“Water serves as your wolves energy”
“I ask for your replenishing powers Water, please lend it to me”
“Air gives your wolf it’s speed and agility”
“Air, speed and agility is what I ask of you”
“Concentrate, what do you see?”, one of the males said to her.
Wind, it picked up sand and rocks along with water and embers. A swirling vortex of elements was formed. Something came running out of it, it was a ghostly wolf. The wolf came running straight at her and showed no sign of stopping, it leapt towards her. Shacklya opened her eyes, expecting to be lying on her back, instead she was looking at the hoofs of a Tauren. She opened her mouth to speak but when a bark was all that came out she quickly closed it. Shacklya started to panic when a familiar voice in her head rumbled, “Do not worry Kranu kan, we still here”.
“Remember, keep your mind clear”, the familiar trickling told her.
Shacklya looked around she saw the female Tauren talk to her but could not hear her. “Focus Kranu kan”, Fire crackled commandingly.
“Close your eyes, picture your own body in your mind”, a soothing wind whispered.
The world returned to her, the Taurens were calling her name. “Are you okay?”, one of them asked when she opened her eyes. Shacklya nodded while studying the shimmering tooth that dangled from her wrist. “You did good Kranu kan, though next time it won’t be quiet”, Earth said to her.
Shacklya thanked the skychaser trio after reassuring them she was fine. When she left the spirit lodge Xanis Flameweaver came up to her and gave her a parchment, it was marked: A call of water.
((nice! looking forward to some more! ))
((Nice story, yes Gratz on the wolf form. ))
Enjoying it here
I posted something similar in terms of the Ghost Wolf training on the ER forums a while ago. Still, very good
((Thanks all, and o yes Thrakan I remember now, I hope you don't mind if it show a lot of similarities, it was not intentionel.))
((I know I am a lazy slacker, but here's part three))
2 days after the trial
Shacklya’s nails scratched the road as she raced through the cursed lands of Silverpine Forest. Occasionally she stopped to sniff the air. The spirits mourned the death of this land and cried out, sometimes almost deafening her from the world.
Just after she had passed a bridge that crossed a now dried up river Shacklya stopped again to sniff the air. She caught a scent different then the sickening smell she had smelled before, this was a familiar smell, it was the scent of freshly bloomed mageroyal. Shacklya returned to her Troll form, she started moving in the direction the scent had come from. She started running as soon as she saw the red flower.
Her leather tunic creaked slightly as she ducked underneath the sharp talon of a ghoul. Shacklya slammed the end of her staff into the area where the stomach of the creature should have been. The ghoul didn’t even flinch as it snapped at her with teeth that were as sharp as razors. Shacklya called for Fire to help her and immediately searing fireballs shot from the totem on her belt, this time the ghoul did cry out. Shacklya whirled around her staff and something cracked as it collided with the ghoul’s head. The undead whined as it tried to run away, but Earth already aided her. Now the ghoul moved as if it’s feet sank away in the Earth, Shacklya raced after her adversary unaffected by the seemingly swamp like ground. The air around the ghoul exploded in fire setting the creature ablaze and quickly ending the movement of something that was long dead. Shacklya felt no pity for the creature as she turned around and walked back to the mageroyal. Shacklya knelt at the flower, carefully picking it up. Hope was not completely lost after all she thought smiling. If this delicate mageroyal could grow there were bound to be other plants too. She was right, the closer she came to the Hillsbrad Foothills the more living plants there were. Peacebloom and silverleaf, some earthroot and even briarthorn grew more to the south.
Though they had calmed a bit, the spirits were still restless. They spoke of undead and wolfmen threatening the regrowth of the forest. Shacklya was glad when she ran into the Foothills and the spirits calmed even more.
((part 4.1 ))
Water’s call (part one)
5 days after the trial
The rain in her head urged her on as Shacklya searched the body of a wolfman. She grabbed a piece of cloth and ran towards the shore.
She had passed through the forest three days earlier on her way to Tarren Mill. In Tarren Mill she had collected water from the well. After that Brine had sent her to the lush forest of Ashenvale to collect water from the ruins of stardust. This had proven more difficult then she had expected it to be, the water was being guarded by weird plant like creatures, which weren’t to happy about her taking the water. The next day Brine mixed the samples and Shacklya brought them to Islen, who turned it into a sapta and told her to go to a shrine near the Sepulcher.
Before she went to the Shrine she went to a meeting with the other members of Oaken Soul in Thunder Bluff. Shortly after the meeting she spoke to Cavran, he was one of the most experienced shamans she knew. She asked him in what way the spirits talked to him and he had replied that they came to him in dreams and during meditation, but that it was different for every shaman. She told him that she could constantly hear the spirits, but that they did not distract her thoughts, but even helped her by giving her ideas and commenting on hers. Cavran seemed slightly surprised by this to her, but answered that she might find out, in time, that she was blessed with this.
Now she was standing on the shore of Silverpine looking for a small shrine of some sort. Water flowed through her mind, pushing away the other elements, the same had happened when she confronted Fire and Earth. It told her which way she should go and grew more excited and overwhelming the closer she came. After a short swim south along the coast there was some kind of inlet where the shrine was. Shacklya drank the sapta and in front of her the corrupted manifest appeared. “Destroy it, end the corruption Kranu’kan”, Water commanded with the sound of crashing waves.
Shacklya started chanting, asking air to aid her as she sent a bolt flying towards the manifest. The elemental rolled towards her trying to knock her over, but it crashed as if her skin had turned to stone. A fireball caused the elemental to steam and the earth exploded. Shacklya blocked a blow with her shield and quickly brought her frozen mace down, freezing and shattering the manifest.
“Well done Kranu’kan, now take the shackles and place them upon the altar together with the last drops of pure water”, heavy rain told her. The whole shrine was suddenly illuminated as she poured the last drops on the bracers. Again a water manifest appeared, but this one was cleansed.
“Take this shard, Kranu’kan, take it to Islen, she will know what to do”, it said to her. Shacklya took the shard from the manifest, but as she touched it her mind flooded, Shacklya felt as if there was a waterfall or a tidal wave crashing down on her endlessly. One hand clutched the shard while the other desperately searched for her heartstone. Her fingers closed around a familiar shape as she collapsed into the shallow water.
((part 4.2, it's short))
Water’s Call (part two)
6 days after the trial
Shacklya woke because she smelled food, she stirred slightly and opened her eyes to see a kind looking Tauren standing over her. “Ah, you have awoken”, he said smiling, “Do you know what happened?”. Shacklya shook her head as she pushed herself to a sitting position, now she recognized where she was, it was the inn of the Crossroads. “When you ported in you were soaked and shaking, I didn’t think you’d make it”, the innkeeper told her while handing her some food, “You’ve been out for a sun’s passing, young one, and if I may ask, what is that thing you’re holding”. Shacklya looked at her hand with the shard, “We’ve tried everything to get it out of your hand, but you wouldn’t let it go”. “It…it is nothing”, Shacklya replied, “I must go”. She pushed herself from the bed and stumbled towards the door. She quickly thanked the innkeeper, turned into a wolf and ran off. Water still dominated her mind as she carried the shard in her mouth. Only when she handed it to Islen did it subside and did the other spirits return, immediately warning her for Water. The totem she received in return felt odd, cool but not cold, it felt almost soothing.
((still enjoying it Coljun... are these shaman quests in-game btw or entirely things you came up with yourself? ))
((Glad you like it. The quests are in-game, but I added my own things too, in-game you don't collapse after the water quest. The Ghost wolf trial isn't ingame though.))
Trial of the wind sight
8 days after the ghost wolf trial
The wind swept over the spirit rise, dark clouds were gathering above Thunder Bluff. Only the brave guards faced the harsh winds, the guards and Shacklya. She stood on the edge of the rise, seemingly unaffected by the now violent poor down. Shacklya stared into the distant night.
“Forget the others Kranu’kan, we can make you see”, Air howled in her head.
“No!”, Earth rumbled, “Sight is not necessary, only strength and power matter”.
“I wont choose, but I want you to show me Air”, Shacklya whispered, her words ripped apart by the wind.
“Then close your eyes Kranu’kan”, the winds in her mind told her, “Picture a place, not too far away, in your mind. Now see it, look around”.
Shacklya opened her eyes and stared into the darkness, as she looked around she noticed she was still on the same spot.
“No, that’s wrong!”, the wind roared, “You must give your sight to me Kranu’kan, let me carry it to where you want”.
Shacklya nodded and closed her eyes again. “Again, picture a place, hand over your sight to me, let me take you there”, the winds told her. Shacklya felt her sight racing across the spirit rise. “Ah, now you can see, young one”, a breeze whispered to her.
Shacklya opened her eyes, the place where her eyes had been were now shimmering white, but Shacklya saw, she saw the bridge to the lower rise, she turned her sight to see the entrance of the spirit pools and the ever vigilant guards standing in the rain.
“See what power lies within the Air”, the breeze whispered tempting.
Shacklya blinked and her vision raced down the bluff onto the plains. Usually there were harpies down here but now they too were hiding from the storm. Air tried to tempt her again, but Shacklya paid no attention to it as she blinked again and her sight withdrew itself. Her eyes turned back to their normal gray colour.
“Thank you for showing me that”, Shacklya said smiling
“You really shouldn’t be out here in this weather miss”, did a low Tauren voice tell her.
Shacklya turned to see the hunter Ragetotem, she smiled at him and nodded. He walked with her to her tent, there she went to sleep as the first rays of sunlight came over the mountains and chased away the dark clouds.
((part 6, but I'm not really sure I like it, you can be the judge. Oh and when I refer to the trial, I mean the Ghost wolf trial unless stated otherwise.))
9 days after the trial
Shacklya stood there on a small island, the waves broke on the rocky shore. Embers and smoke from a nearby fire were carried by the twirling wind. Shimmering white eyes looked around, she visited this island often in her sleep. Only the four elements were here.
The bright sunlight reflected of the teal coloured sea. Shacklya turned around and walked towards the large fire. Clouds gathered above the island and it started to rain. The fire smoked heavily but kept burning. Shapes formed in the smoke that circled around her, Cavran stepped through the smoke curtain. This was the first time she saw another shaman here, but he didn’t seem himself, staring at her with grim determination. Then Nakthis and Hrum appeared, the storyteller, Kelsar, joined his wife, Lexxe stepped forward, two more figures materialised, she recognised Lalithe and Kamgore. They formed a circle around her, Lexxe played with a ball of fire but not taking his eyes of her.
Cavran pointed at her, “You are a danger to everyone”, he bellowed. They were no longer on the island, wind and fire swirled around the group as water poured down muddying the ground on which they stood. “What? No!”, Shacklya replied, “I would never hurt you”.
“LIES!”, Cavran roared as he stormed at her. Shacklya’s senses locked, fighting was for survival was all that mattered now. She held up her shield blocking Cavran’s first fiery blow. The air around Cavran froze and he stopped his charge, instead he called upon the storm, collecting lightning between his fingers, he hurled the energy towards her. Shacklya ducked a second to late and got hit on her shoulder. Fireballs flew at Cavran from the totem on her belt, tears streamed down a face that showed no emotion. The earth underneath Cavran exploded spilling his collected energies. Shacklya brought her rock hard mace down on the elder shaman’s skull, now he lay still except for his twitching fingers.
The tears now formed an endless flood down her cheeks, the pain of what she had done spoke from her face, as she sat amidst the bodies of her friends. All of them were dead, they died because of her, Cavran had been right. She was covered in scars, burn marks and blood, she shook uncontrollably.
Nakthis and Kelsar had killed each other with fireballs while attacking from opposite directions. Lexxe had quickly depleted his energy and had fallen quickly after that. Hrum had knocked her about but hadn’t expected the air around him to spontaneously combust. Kamgore and Lalithe had fallen prey to her fire totem sending out several waves of fire as moonlight ripped through her.
Shacklya was still shaking when she woke up, her face was wet with tears.
Breath of life
11 days after the trial
“Kill the fish, collect their scales”, Water's words ran through her mind, “The shinier, the better. Scales are a valuable tool Kranu’kan, remember that”.
Shacklya nodded as she ripped of some scales from a dead fish that had washed ashore.
“Go deeper, bigger fish there, the bigger the fish, the better the scales. Scales are power, Kranu’kan”, Water bubbled.
“Pah”, Fire sizzled, “Water is weak, they always take the easy way out. Let the fire in your heart burn through the obstacles, that is the path to power”.
“Shus, the direct approach isn’t always the best one”, rolling waves said, “Now go deeper”.
Shacklya stepped into the cold water, she swam away further and further from the Zoram’gar outpost. When she was some distance from the outpost Shacklya took a deep breath and dove underwater. A large swam underneath her. “Kill that one”, the Water told her.
Shacklya swam at the hydra, she asked water to freeze around the beast, making it’s reaction slow. Her staff slammed into one of the heads, immediately the other two lunged at her. She dodged one but the other hit her. The water around the hydra suddenly started to boil. Shacklya quickly swam underneath the beast and jutted her staff into it’s stomach. The massive heads snapped at her but she was out of their reach. She brought her staff up smashing it against the middle head, a last spasm was all the hydra did. Quickly ripping out some scales she made her way back to the surface, but they had gone deeper during the fight then she had noticed. She wouldn’t make it, no matter how hard she tried.
“Hold the scales against your throat and breath, Kranu’kan”, the distant sound of waves told her.
Shacklya did so and felt the scales grow together with her skin, she felt small gills forming under her hands and she felt she could breath again. Shacklya was amazed.
“It doesn’t last forever, but it should give you the edge”, the waves told her.
Shacklya thanked the water and swam back to shore smiling.
((Part 8 ))
13 days after the trial
As solid as…Water
Shacklya stood on the edge of the Bloodhoof lake, she watched the small waves caused by a gentle breeze. The low morning sun, still partly hidden behind the mountains, reflected on the surface scattering light in all directions.
“Isn’t it beautiful”, the lake asked her.
One of the totems on her belt flared, “Tell me what you think is so beautiful about it”, Fire crackled.
“It’s calm but unpredictable, whereas fires are always wild and destructive, immediately suspicious. Water can lash out at any time should the need arise”, the waves replied.
“Obviously you don’t know much about fire”, flames said sneering.
The gentle breeze faded completely turning the lake into a flat mirror, making it almost look solid.
“Do you, Kranu’kan, ever wondered why you sink when you step onto the water, or why you don’t sink when you walk on the earth”, a small stream asked her.
“I never did, until now”, Shacklya whispered.
“Well it is possible, Kranu’kan, it is possible to walk on water, but most people do not want to believe it to be true and therefore are unable to learn, but you, you Kranu’kan, can learn”, the waves told her.
Shacklya’s eyes widened, “You truly think I can”, she whispered.
“Yes, now listen to me, rub the fish oil you collected on your feet and repeat after us”, the waves replied.
Shacklya took a flask of the oil and did as she was told and muttered the words. She felt a coldness spreading through her feet.
“Good, now step onto the water”, Water told her
Shacklya took a large but careful step onto the surface of the lake. At first it felt solid but when she put her other foot down the mirror broke and she fell.
“Come on Kranu’kan, you have to believe. The fish oil is just a tool, a thing to make it easier, but the true way to do it lies within your mind. Now try again, but this time believe that you can”, rain told her.
Shacklya put her foot on the surface, it felt solid to her. She put down her other foot too, this time the mirror remained whole. Shacklya watched the ripples she created move away from her. Smiling she walked further on the lake, first carefully then with more confidence eyeing her own reflection and the fish that swam beneath it.
“Very good it is not an easy skill to master and you did extraordinarily well”, the rain drops told her.
Suddenly a majestic water elemental rose up before her, the spirits seized their talk and kept silent. The elemental towered above her, it remained motionless and just stared at her. It felt as if it gazed into her soul, but nonetheless Shacklya returned the stare. After what seemed like hours but could just as easily have been just a few seconds the elemental brought down his hand and touched her shoulder, the touch felt freezing and left a mark that quickly sank into her skin. Then the elemental disappeared just as suddenly as it had appeared.
The marking (part one)
15 days after the trial
Shacklya eyed the mark: a fire, wind above, water below and a mountain on each side and the text “Spirits bound”.
“A mark of spirits”, Tolkada said cheerfully, “I can understand them much better now Shacklya. And I know how I can give you one too, if you want it that is”.
Shacklya bit her lip, a recent habit of her, while listening to the spirits. “Be careful Kranu’kan, we sense a wrongness although we cannot place it”, the bluff rumbled.
Shacklya nodded and whispered a reply, to Tolkada she said, “Yes I would like to have it too”.
“I must warn you though, applying the mark is very painful”, Tolkada said to her.
Shacklya nodded, “I see, I still want it if it helps me understand the spirits better”. Maybe I will learn more about my dream she thought.
Moments later she sat kneeling on the edge of Bloodhoof, silent tears streamed down her face as energies whipped her back. Then finally the whipping stopped.
“How do you feel Shacklya?”, Tolkada asked with a kind but strangely amused voice.
“I don’t feel very different except for the burning on my back”, Shacklya replied.
Tolkada snapped his fingers and the mark started changing, it became an yellowred eye with a demonic text underneath it saying “Xeerz, immortal terror”. Shacklya let out a silent scream of pain.
“Do you know who I am”, a dark gloomy voice filled her head.
“N…no”, Shacklya replied.
“I am your master and you will obey me”, the voice said.
“I…I serve only the spirits and the Earthmother”, Shacklya said defiantly.
“I am a spirit too, I am the spirit of shadowfire”, the voice laughed demonically.
“You are no spirit, you are a demon”, Shacklya replied, “I will never serve a demon”.
“Nonetheless, you will obey”, the demon said and the mark started to burn again. Tolkada grinned wickedly at her.
“I…I obey”, Shacklya replied and under her breath she muttered, “For now”.
“Good, I will contact you when I have need for you”, the demon chuckled.
“Whatever, we’ll see”, Shacklya said, again defiantly.
“What was that you said”, the voice rumbled menacingly.
“Whatever you say…demon”, Shacklya replied.
Now he remained silent and the other spirits returned to her again, questioning and accusing, but also showing concern. Shacklya paid no attention to them as she made her way back to Thunder Bluff, to her home where she went to sleep.
The marking (part two)
15 days after the trial
The plains were red, the sky was red. Shacklya ran as fast as she could, the earth around her exploded. Fire, carried by the winds, rained down, scorching the land. The water of what should be Bloodhoof lake boiled and churned, Bloodhoof itself lay in ruins. Lightning crackled through the blood red sky. Above everything else there was laughter, an evil demonic laugh. Shacklya ran towards Thunder Bluff.
“Hah, you petty spirits cannot defeat me, Xeerz. The Troll is mine now”, the voice bellowed.
As an answer the spirits doubled their efforts in truing to fight their invisible foe. Shacklya stood amongst the remains of Thunder Bluff now, she watched the lands below being ripped apart and fell pain shooting through her mind, it felt as if her very being was being ripped apart.
“Soon, so very soon, you will break Troll, you will bow to my will, to the will of the shadowfire”, Xeerz roared.
Then it occurred to Shacklya, she was destroying the lands herself, she was making the spirits do this or rather Xeerz was making her. “Stop!”, she screamed in the tongue of the elements and everything was quiet, even the laughter stopped. “Please don’t do this”, she whispered. And, although the earth and sky remained red and cracks could still be seen running through the land, it stopped raining fire and the lake returned to it’s normal, calm state.
“What, how is this possible?”, Xeerz yelled and let out a roar.
“Well done Shacklya”, a familiar voice said and a hand briefly rested on her shoulder, but when she turned to see whom it was the person was gone and she woke up.
The marking (part three)
16 days after the trial
“There is something you need to do for me”, Xeerz whispered.
“Oh and why would I”, Shacklya bluntly answered.
“Because if you don’t I’ll force you to do it”, Xeerz threatened.
“Fine then, what is it”, Shacklya replied while she walked out her hut.
“Bring the Troll Zilak to the Stonetalon Mountains, she is in Thunder Bluff just like you are”, Xeerz commanded.
“Why do you want her there”, Shacklya asked the demon.
“Just bring her here, you will see for yourself then”, Xeerz said slightly annoyed.
Shacklya sighed and started looking for Zilak. She found her on the middle rise, but Zilak wouldn’t come with her. She said she didn’t trust any of the Soul anymore after Tolkada.
“She won’t come along, what did you do to her”, Shacklya said to Xeerz while following Zilak.
“Just get her here…lie to her, do whatever it takes, try harder”, Xeerz hissed.
“What? You think I’m not trying? You’re the one who did something wrong you twit", Shacklya replied.
“Watch that tongue Troll or I’ll make you regret your words”, Xeerz hissed angrily.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get her to you”, Shacklya replied
After some more persuading Zilak finally agreed to come with Shacklya, even just to shut her up. They made their way to the Talondeep path, where they encountered Tolkada. Shacklya apologized to Zilak who glared at her. Then Lexxe joined them too, he quickly kissed Zilak on the cheek. “What is going on”, he asked.
“That wench lured me here”, Zilak said while pointing at Shacklya.
“I…I’m sorry, he made me”, Shacklya muttered while she looked at the ground.
Tolkada held up a crystal and grinned, “I guess you would like to see Lexxe free, wouldn’t you Zilak”, he said as he placed the crystal on the ground and took a few steps back.
“You don’t REALLY think I’ll fall for your trap”, Zilak said, meanwhile Shacklya edged forward towards the crystal. Just as she was about to jump for it Tolkada said, “Fine suit yourself”, and he picked up the crystal and hung it at his belt. A bolt flew from the shadows piercing Zilak’s leg, Drumala stepped forward. Tolkada walked over to Zilak who was now sitting on one knee, he chuckled madly. Zilak lashed out at the crystal on Tolkada’s belt, shattering it. Suddenly Shacklya could hear the spirits clearly again, she welcomed their voices. Tolkada laughed demonically, “Did you really think I’d let Lexxe go that easily, you just destroyed Shacklya’s crystal”.
“Run Shacklya, warn the Soul”, Zilak yelled.
“No, I won’t leave you”, Shacklya replied while she jumped at Tolkada, although she caught him off guard his raptor jumped at her and he quickly regained himself. She called upon the spirits to aid her. Thunder swirled around her, her skin turned to stone, the Water totem on her belt pulsated quickly tending to small wounds and her mace became engulfed in flames. She brought it down on the raptor’s head, but eventually Tolkada managed to overpower her.
“Please Shacklya flee, warn the Soul, we need them”, Zilak pleaded. This time Shacklya nodded and ran towards the exit, but she was stopped by Drumala, Shacklya tried to talk her over but it was no use, Xeerz’ grasp was too strong. She was brought back to Tolkada, who was occupied with fighting Lexxe now. Shacklya apologized to Zilak again. Surprising both Shacklya and Drumala even more so, Zilak jumped up and charged Drumala, a berserker rage in her eyes, “Run Shacklya”, she roared. Shacklya took her change and escaped, she was free. What happened in the tunnel after that she could only guess, but in the end Tolkada had managed to mark Zilak and escape.
The rest of the day Shacklya had spent with Zilak, aiding and comforting her. They had met a Troll who said his name was Darkmane but later they learned his real name was Bumiijah, who had been interested in Tolkada, he said he had hunted him before and would do so again, he wanted to talk to Cavran.