Vorach rose to stand upon the dais beside Her Servant, his arms folded behind his back as he watched impassively as Her Servant reached to touch the Lifestone. Seeing him withdraew a the last moment, Vorach smiled and prepared for the question he knew would come.

[Color=sky blue]First you must know something of the being who crafted this thing, his name is Malkil, and he is one of a race known as the Anskerit, the Ancients. The first race, magic wielders with an uncanny knack for immortality, as long as a will to live persists, so shall they. Technically they were demons, though compared to there kin they were civilised beyond measure, beyond even humanity's achievements. The Lifestone is a construct of distilled life essence, within its myriad facets it holds the combined knowledge, power and wisdom of the entire Anskerit race, one which once spanned worlds. All condensed into this by the selfish and duplicitous machinations of one being, Malkil, their sovereign, their emperor. He imprisoned almost his entire race within the stone, simply because they refused to commit genocidal war against the rest of demon kind, seldom few escaped.[/color]

Vorach unfolded his arms from behind his back and traced his hand across the Lifestone's surface.

[Color=sky blue]If I am right, you are one of the few remaining members of the Anskerit. The Lifestone will provide the answer, for it is engineered to only respond to an Anskerit, and theoretically will awaken at your touch.[/color]

DeAnna stood in aw at the site of the spectacular green emerald, she had never seen such beauty in her whole life, watching as Her Servant was about to touch it, she felt a shudder, not sure what it was, so she just passed it off as coincidence.
Listening to Vorach's story of the Ancients, it seemed it was stiring vivid memories even she did not know she had, nore did she understand.
She moved closer to the stone, shining green light to her she was mesmerised, this stone seemed to be calling to her although she did not know why.
Turning round slowly she face Vorach, looking at him for reassurance that it was just her sense that were stronger here and nothing more.

Her Servant pauses for a moment to consider what Vorach proposes. Why would She not want him to touch the stone? Couild it be that Vorach's words are true? Why would she decieve him so? He has to know. He has to touch that accursed stone and gain his answer.

Well Vorach, it seems we are about to find out just how much you know... and just how wrong I am.

He reaches out again, this time with both hands, stepping forwards onto the foot of the stone's support. His hands waver an inch from the surface. He can hear Her in his head, louder than ever before. He wonders that the others cannot feel Her voice. She speaks to him softly and he hears that She is crying.

"You stand on a turning point my dear one. The first of your life. I cannot make this decision for you. Your will is your own and always was. Make your choice."

He winces for one second and a tear runs down his cheek, though he is not crying, then his hands are on the stone and a green light shines forth. He calls out a name which cannot be understood and falls to his knees, his robe falling in a cover around him. His face is completely obscured by his pure white hair. A beautiful female voice drifts through the air of the chamber.

"So this is it, my love. I have lost you."

Vorach projected his thoughts to DeAnna, as he read hers.

[Color=sky blue]It calls to you to be a part of it, it will try to seduce you with its power. It seeks a small measure of your essence, though because your body is dead, it cannot take it without your consent. You will become a part of the stone, and therefore controllable by it's master, unite with it if you wish, but know that it's master will not hesitate to use it against you.[/color]

Vorach's eyes lit up as Her Servant touched the stone, he could feel the seals on it dissolving, as the stone sought to connect with Her Servant. Smiling slightly as he heard the Lady Fate's words, Vorach knew that if it were truly meant to be, then Her Servant would continue his role.

Stepping back a little, Vorach watched as the stone illuminated, its soft green glow filling the chamber with a feeling of warmth, vitality, and raw power.

Orchid comes close to DeAnna and smiles moves her hands foward and makes a rose come out of nowere .
She smiles"Dont be afraid , here have a rose "

She turns to Vorach and smiles "Im just thanking you for what you did , I fear no one likes me around here "
She giggles and looks at such beautiful place and
breath in as she hears Her_Servent ask the questions about the Great shimmering stone .

She took a step back from the stone , tring to avoid coming close to it .


"Why look for answers " she said
with a soft almost wispering voice
"They never come "

As DeAnna listened to the words from Vorach and Dark Orchid, she felt the pull of the Green Emerald.
Standing there she began to drift, feeling the power eminating from the gem. Memories began to flood her mind, memories from times passed. Her mind was racing with thoughts of who she was and who her master was.

Deanna was sat on the edge of the cliff, watching the sun decend below the horizon, this was to be her last sunset, she felt the power of her immortal parter walking towards her as just as the sun had disappeared. Antonio sat beside her are you ready my love, you have seen your last sunset, are you sure you want to come over to the dark, to be with me for eternity he said to her in a sweet colourful tone im am ready my love, i have always been ready she turned to face him, his features so pure, his long dark hair so perfect, she fell in love with him instantly, knowing what he was she decided that she required a little time alone to decided what she was to do, this had only taken one day, she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Antonio.
She looked into his eyes take me now my dear sweet Antonio, make me forever yours Antonio took her in his arms so gently, kissed her passionately, caressing her neck gently the, burying his fangs deep into her neck, she winced only slightly at the pain but relaxed and felt the ecstasy of his bite, he slowly drank from her deeply holding her tightly.

Slowly he withdrew, biting into his wrist he brought it close to her mouth. Drink my love drink of the Dark Blood and become forever mine. She took hold of his wrist and drank so deeply, she closed her eyes tasting the sweet blood on her lips and tongue she had never tasted something so devine. Antonio withdrew his wrist slowly but held onto Deanna softly, she still had her eyes closed, feeling Antonio's body next to her she felt completely safe.

DeAnna fell to the floor unaware that her memories had somehow resurfaced, she was on her knee's crying, where was her love Antonio, and why now had it come to light??

Orchid ran to DeAnna and huged her as she fell down ti the floore .
She has memories of her own painful ones .
She looked at Vorach as she said
"Stop that stone, People dont need to focus on there past ,they need to focus on there future " She said with a angry voice .
Her tears falling down her face tring to ignore the power of the stone

You are right Orchid, at least in part. The memories and souls of the Anskerit and all others should be free. This stone must be destroyed.

The figure that was Her Servant rises to his feet, his robe flowing over him like a liquid. His hair falls back and all can see the pain in his face. The tatoo also has changed. Where before it was ambiguous and meant Her Servant, The Fated One, Fates Son and many other things it now translates directly from the Anskerit script. It reads 'Destinies Love.' His eyes flicker with colour, flowing through all natural shades as he turns. His long white hair seems somehow more neat, more impossibly controlled, like his robe.

I have regained some of my memories from the soul-fragment in the stone but I will not know everything until that infernal jem has been destroyed. I must free the souls of my people!

He thinks about the past, his past, before Fate took him from them. Before he was ripped from his love. A flicker of memory runs through him, images of her face, her body, her voice as she cried for him. He remembers the day Melkil banished him from this world and his family. They did not believed him and they cast him out. Now they suffer in the stone. Melkil has decieved them and betrayed them and he will pay.
He clenches his fist and arcs of blue static curl across the pewter plates embedded there.

Serendipidy, I see now your reasons for taking me away. I understand. Why did you ever think that I would not? I have not abandoned you and though I remember my dear Alakel it is you still that I love. Given the choice I still follow you, but you must give me this. You must allow me vengeance, that I may put this issue to rest finally. Let me be Seren-Arnoth again.

A single resounding phrase fills the air, a personification of joy.

'Yes, my Arnoth. Yes.'

"Her-servent "
orchid called out as she held DeAnna in her hands
"Dont you want to know what you were ..?"

Vorach watched with his arms folded behind his back as DeAnna fell to her knees.

[Color=sky blue]The stone is trying to tempt you my dear, it will show you things, awaken your past, things you do not know you know. It will corrupt them, make you feel alone, then it will seize you, make you see that you must be one with it, make you see that within it you will never be alone again.[/color]

Vorach turned to Her Servant, a satisfied look upon his face as he was proven to be right.

[Color=sky blue]You must restrain your anger toward Malkil, he has enslaved an entire race, you must be patient if he is ever to be undone.[/color]

OOC:Sorry I haven't been aroudn much, my uni work has been distracting me, mid term semester exams and all that.

Orchid, you don't understand. Seren-Arnoth was my name, when I was first banished from this plane. That is the meaning of this tatoo. My memories hurt but of course I want them back. But to get that I must destroy this emerald and release the soul-fragment that contains them.

He thinks about the past that he remembers. He sees her face, hears her voice, tastes her blood. His thoughts stumble for a second. Blood? Why would there be blood? Had Melkil killed her? No, that was not right. But what?
He strains but he can not force the memory to come. What happened? Why was he exiled?

I understand Vorach. I am not so headstrong as my werewolf blood would have you believe. I am not yet a match for Melkil but perhaps I can weaken him. If this stone was created by an Anskerit then it can be destroyed by one.

Arnoth begins chanting in japanese but as he speaks the words begin to change, the litany being said, instead, in ancient Anskerit. Green lightning begins to arc off his body and swirls of energy flicker around his feet.

DeAnna lay there in the arms of Orchid crying still at her past. She didn't want to know what had happened to her, she was confused, dazed, she didnt like the stone anymore, it feels evil, cursed and it will curse us all if we stay.
She looks up at Orchid and smiles thank you, for comforting me, it was very good of you, my memories are still there i can feel them, but im going to put them to the back my mind, i don't want to see them again.
Looking at Vorach she smiled, im not going to allow the stone to penetrate me any longer, it will not entice me i am stronger than it thinks i will conquer this i will.
With that will in mind she rose to her feet, not really knowing what she was going to do but she stood there for a moment staring at the stone.

Orchid smiled at the sweet lady DeAnna and got up as well
"You dont need to put them on the back of your head , Just try to forget "
She looked at the stone and saw her self in her childhood
as she played with her dear sister and saw her mother waling thore the garden ,
She took a closer look in to the stone as she came closer
to the stone step by step little thing she never saw from her childhood came in to her head.
A blood tear came down her face as she looked into the center of the stone ,
She closed her eyes tring to ignore it as she felt alone now she saw the murder of her mother and sister again in the stone .
"NO"she screams pulling her sword out in anger she raises to the top of the stone and strikes the stone with the massive power of sharp blade .
cutting the stone down the middle .
My mother, my dear sister ...My family .Why? "
She asked her self as she laded on her feet
her head down hidding her tears
"There your stone is gone "
she stands in silence

Orchid, are you sure that is enough. Cutting a stone does not stop it being a stone. This however, just might. I'd stand back if I were you.

Blue flickers of energy flow off Arnoth as though it is fire. The symbols in his hands begin to glow red, then white and finally blue. Smoke curls from them and the smell of cooking flesh fills the air.

Be undone! Hyaaah!

A deep mocking laughter echoes through the chamber, as the air grows heavy. The wall opposite the Lifestone begins to emanate an overwhelming power as a cruel malignity creeps into the place, slithering across the walls it is light and barely noticable then grows suffocating, a seething enmity flooding from the it. The wall shifts as a giant face appears, the flawless marble morphing into a evil and sneering countenance, a cruel and sardonic smile upon its lips, the face of Malkil. The dark grains within the marble bulge outward from the face tracing around the room, appearing like tendrils or veins made of crude oil, rooting the thing into the very walls. The twisted lips parted and a low hiss escaped, its pitch increasing until it became like a cacophony of agonised screams, resolving into a clear and malicious voice.

Impudent fools, are you so naive as to believe such a relic as the Lifestone could be undone so easily, or that I would even keep it so unguarded, and pathetically hidden. The stone is safe, and unharmed, well beyond your grasp.

As the voice spoke, the apparent shear in the Lifestone began to seal, like a wound healing.

Your pathetic spells and rage are nothing more than futility, your expended energy only serves to make the Lifestone stronger, to make me stronger. Let me show you a glimpse of real power.

The face laughed as two large balls of fire streaked from it's eyes towards Her Servant. At the same time various symbols, runes and glyphs of pure white radiance began to appear upon the floor of the chamber. Holy symbols resonating purity that would be sickening to the vampires. From the sides of the face two pools of dark shadows congealed, and from within them rose two figures, Black Slayers. malkil's eyes fix directly upon Vorach.

Perhaps it was not such a good idea to come here now was it.

Malkil's countenance sneered, his mocking laugh echoing in deafening tones, as the Black Slayers began to advance, one moving to attack Orchid, the other toward DeAnna, with more rising from teh shadowy pools.

DeAnna stood there in awe at what was happening, she watched as the walls changed, as the being appeared in front of her, and then the black slayers that imerged in front herself and Orchid, and more were on the way.
She looked to Vorach, hoping he new what to do DeAnna was not powerful enough yet to fight these evil forces, she could probably defend her self but to fight them she did not know if she could.
She decided she would stand her ground, and if that meant killing or be killed then she would try her best, she had some knowledge of her powers she just had to find deep down in herself what she is actually capable of.

Vorach snarled as the runes flared into life, their magic compelling him to flee. Supressing the urge he stared coldly at Malkil and tried to transport the group from the chamber, but found his powers blocked, trying another tack he attempted to cast a teleportation spell, the magic also failing. His head turned in a blur, watching the fire balls streak toward Her Servant. Shouting above the laughter of Malkil he tried to warn him.

[Color=sky blue]Watch out, you must find the Lifestone, it must be connected to this room, we must have found only a conduit to it, you must find the real one, and swiftly. We ar eat a disadvantage here, and it may be our only bargaining chip.[/color]

The Black Slayers advanced, glaring he watched as they raised their weapons ready to strike, their magically enhanced weapons glowing brilliantly. Turning to DeAnna his eyes widened as he saw her not reacting. Snarling again he closed the distance between them in a heart beat striking the Black Slayer captain in the shield with his bare fist calling on all of his irresistable strength. The shield rent as a clarion peeled from the impact an instant before the thing vanished, appearing again implanted deep into the wall, as if it had teleported there, when in truth it had been moved so swiftly by the blow it was invisible to the eye. Turning to DeAnna he smiled grimly.

[Color=sky blue]You must fight my dear, we must win time for Her Servant to make contact with the true Lifestone, it must be linked to this room somehow for it to conume our energies.[/color]

What did you think I was doing?

Arnoth cries out as the energy builds between his hands. The power growing there is astounding, and should not be controllable even by an immortal. The lines of magical power begin to become visible inthe room as the energy begins to seep into them in greater amounts. It soon becomes redily visible that the power is flowing through the pedestal of the fake stone.

There! The floor! There is a breach in the plane. I must widen it.

Arnoth strains as he tries to focus the path of the energy. He struggles to form a magical carrier for the huge mass of godly power. The lines flicker and then solidify.

Now Seren! NOW!

An outside force can be felt clearly and then the bolt streaks through the stone, passing into the centre of the daias and exploding in a shower of light. Arnoth drops to one knee as the smoke coils from his blackened gloves and sweat drips from his nose.

You do not face only us Malkil. You face the will of Fate. I will not be cast away so easily this time.

DeAnna looked on in horror at was going on in the room. She turned to Vorach and nodded, acknowledging that she must fight, she search the depths of her mind for the energy and strength she will need to fight these Black Slayers, as she stood there one of the slayers was still advancing towards Orchid, she decided now that was time for her to act, she propelled her self into the air forcing herself forwards towards the slayer, as she came closer to him she forced her legs forward and struck the slayer in the chest sending flying into the opposite wall.
Decending to the floor she smiled at Orchid, we must stand together and fight these forces, if we fight together we will be able to defeat them.