Intermezzo The great demon dragon Belialgnosis lay chained and again he fought against his chains, as futile as it was, only to vent his rage and frustration. A figure in the darkness laughed. "You have failed again Ancient One." The figure sneered, it was impossible to tell who or what he/she was because he/she always wore heavy black armour that covered his/her features and muffled his/her voice. "You failed to lure the elf woman here and now you've failed to kill her. Is there truly a reason why the Master should free you?" "The chains, they constrict, restricting my power!" Belialgnosis roared. "Had I been free I could have ground those insects into dust, I would have needed no pawn." "As you say. But may I remind you that despite your generous contribution to the Master, He remains partially sealed Himself. Be patient and soon you shall both be freed." The figure said as he held a small box up to the light.

~Sir Stonehammer

Morgana fumbles to Wingblade's side as he falls. Pressing her ear to his chest, she holds her breath. A faint echo tells her he lives, but barely. Turning, she cries, "Phaedrus! Hurry...help! We must get him inside so I can see how grievous his wounds are. There MUST be a way to contact Stonehammer. We need him now more than ever. My sworn guardian has nearly attacked me?! How can this be?! Wingblade...Wingblade can you hear me?" Exhaustion and stress overcome Morgana as she bursts into angry, confused tears.

~Lady Morgana

Hatter moves closer to lady Morgana and puts a comforting arm around her. During the scene she had been withdrawn and silent, watching what was going on...but not quite understanding. When Morgana reached out and gave Pheadrus the necklace she felt a pang of jealousy. She saw in the eyes of both Morgana and Pheadrus that they now seemed to share a special bond and for some reason that made Hatter feel uncomfortable and left out. Seeing that Morgana now was in distress Hatter quickly decided to shake the jealous feeling and automatically moved forwards to comfort the lady Elf. Hatter was surprised at her own movements. Usually she didn't take to trusting people this quickly. Hatter realised that even though she made sure to keep the mistrust in her expression she knew that she too was bonding with these creatures. It suddenly occurred to Hatter that she wanted to join in whatever quest her new friends were to set out on. But would they want her?

~Lady Hatter

Stonehammer had flown very far, hearing rumours of an army of orcs and humans amassing on the border of an outlying province. He had observed this army from a distance, he had considered attempting to assassinate the leader of this army, a person dressed in black armour whom no one had seen his/her face. Stonehammer had discarded the possibility of an assassination because he had not the skills for such an action, it would have been suicide and he was not ready to die just yet. And so he headed towards the Phae Mountains, where lay the Phaethon temple and the Staff of Sealing.

~Sir Stonehammer

Feeling the gentle, hesitant touch of Hatter on her shoulder, Morgana looks up. This unexpected overture of friendship surprises her. It couldn't have come at a better time. Overwhelmed by strange circumstances, battered by fragmented memories, facing a possibly world affecting task...Morgana needed that simple, unassuming touch more than anything. Returning the smile offered and leaning into a comforting hug, Morgana dries her face, takes a big breath and turns to the situation facing them at this moment. "Alright...I will go ahead and see to a cot for Wingblade. Hatter, I think it will take you and Phaedrus both to help Wingblade move. Some of his wounds seem severe, but most of them look old. It may be with some cleaning and rest he will be fine. The thing that worries me most at this point is the possibility that he will need restrained until we can determine what has happened to him. I assure you, this is not Wingblade in his right mind!" With a worried glance at her long lost companion and defender, Morgana trudges toward the cabin.

~Lady Morgana

As Morgana walks; more of her past begins to fall into place. Seeing Wingblade's face had given her a jolt. Now calmer, she allows the memories to flow. There were journeys between Keeps where he rode with her, telling her tidbits of barracks gossip to make her laugh, nights on the road when Wingblade had shown her how to set a snare for small game, festivals where he always championed for her. He was her best friend. Wingblade had even been the first to hear when Morgana had realized Emeandor had stolen her heart. Sadly, she also remembered the look in his eyes when she had shared that secret with him. That was when she had realized how Wingblade felt about her. Tears threatened again as she remembered the way Wingblade had tucked his feelings away and had tried to encourage her to be more inviting around Emeandor. Not growing up in the company of women that cared about how things happen between men and women, Morgana had been at a painful disadvantage. With a sigh, she mentally kicked herself in the rear. If she had found the courage to try, maybe she would have more of him then these painful, half-formed memories. The last Morgana remembers of Wingblade and Emeandor is the two of them, back to back, fighting with the rage of berserkers as she cast that last fateful spell. She remembers more clearly the battle roaring around her as she fought to reverse a tidal wave of black water heading for the besieged Keep. As her power flagged, she had turned in time to see Wingblade and Emeandor engulfed in their own wave of enemy warriors. At that moment a shaking had seized everything, even the air around them seemed to vibrate with it and there was an explosion of energy ripping her from the parapet. Shuddering with the horror of the memory, Morgana reached the cabin and began preparing for Wingblade. Heating water, tearing a shift for bandages, sorting herbs...muttering a prayer under her breath she drifts to the door to watch as the others approach. A soft moan escapes her as she sees, even in his semi-conscious state; Wingblade's face contorts with pain.

~Lady Morgana

Wingblade's nightmares haunted him as he remembered the last battle. He and Emeandor had awoken in a place neither of them recognized; a temple near the peak of a black mountain. "Where the hell are we?" Emeandor had asked. "Your guess is as good as mine." Wingblade had responded. As the two walked up to the temple they pondered what had brought them here. "Did you feel that force? It felt like it was reaching for something." Emeandor said. Wingblade only nodded as they entered the temple. In the temple there was an altar, atop the altar there was what appeared to be a small music box with silver and gold draconic designs on it. The two approached it and suddenly, swarms of undead came out of every nook and cranny of the ruined temple. Emeandor and Wingblade fought as hard as they could but were quickly overwhelmed. Wingblade had lost sight of Emeandor in the throng of undead and he himself fell through the floor. He looked up to see the hideous visage of the Black demon dragon, Belialgnosis. Outside his dream, tendrils of black mist flowed from his body towards Morgana, the demon dragon attempting to attack Morgana's mind and confidence, amplifying her despair.

~Sir Stonehammer

Amazed after using skills he never had before Pheadrus saw how the dragon left Wingblade's mind.

OOC: I'll try and explain a feeling my character has, I have a clear idea about it but its hard to put in writing. The feeling can be compared with the contradictory of thinking you know something when it turns out you never really did. Its like getting answers to a whole load of questions in one single second.

At the same moment that Morgana jumped forward to aid Wingblade the world or at least Pheadrus his perception of the world started to change hugely. The memories and abilities of the Elf were flooding his mind in the blink of an eye. Several thing occurred, his senses became stronger, his understanding of the rules of magic was given to him instantly, not only the rules but also the lessons needed to come to that understanding. Further Pheadrus could see energies flowing through all living things. All the philosophical questions Pheadrus ever had, were answered, but with all the new answers many new questions arose. Pheadrus was stunned by the complexity, possibilities and beauty of the world.

Pheadrus woke up from his shock and looked around, everyone was back at the cabin. "Could someone fill me in on the last minutes or perhaps it was hours, my time has been within my head were I met Sage, the old owner of this beautiful new body of mine" Pheadrus spoke with a boyish smile....

~Sir Pheadrus

This story is as of now discontinued, I apologise to those of you who were interested in knowing how it would end, but that's life. I may post character profiles later on, but the story itself will never be finished, again I'm sorry.