Sactum to Sactuary (closed)

[DragonMaster Pyro]

Frae lived a hard life in Lower District. Her street skills became just as important as her political skills. During the centuries more of her kind where dieing out do to human development. The pure numbers were just devastating. She hid in Sanctum, the Mage city, with her husband San Riel. The birthed a child named Telon. His entire physical being was drow, as his father. His beliefs and ideas, his heart was his mothers. Together, Frae and her husband formed a resistance after the humans took over. It fell after her husband was assassinated, her entire kingdom vanished. Telon left his mother, torn from his father death. Their where few loyalist that remain loyal to the cause and pass on their purpose through their children for generations. Few know how many even still exist.

Frae lives her days silent and patient. She is threat to the humans, and has very little protection.
The night grew dark, the street lights went on. A knocking echoed from the door. As she answered she was greeted by a loyalist, she was a young elf with long blonde hair.
"Your majesty." She greeted after she walked in. The young elvish women remained anonymous. She was referred twenty-nine. "I have word of your son." She said as she watched Frae's reaction, she quickly spoke up to calm her. "He's been working, a lot. The Darque's took him in and taught him their ways. But your majesty he was too good for them. I don't know why, but he will be at this fight tonight. I here word he's the coach for one of the fighters." Twenty-Nine pulled out two tickets. "Your majesty..." She paused. "It starts in an hour. You should get dressed... And you may want to bring a gun."
Twenty-Nine took her smart phone out and showed her a news clip. A reporter was talking on the screen. "An on the news about the latest Magic Cult attacks, the city has know hired a task force to scan the city for magical devices and scrolls. The Mayor is calling a complete ban until the cults have stopped." The reporter looked to the other camera. "This is in regards to yesterday's cult fire-bombing of city hall."
Twenty-Nine put the phone away. "We haven't found out any real information on the cults, but we know one this is certain. These cults consist of just humans. Very few fae have ever been seen in these cults. Just to be on the safe side, I'd rather be caught with a gun then a wand right now." The elf said, tucking her ear's in a hat.

[LadyRaven]

Frae worked her jaw as she pulled the headband around her head and tucked her ears into it. She was nervous and it showed. 500 years ago, this wouldn't have been the case. But then, 500 years ago, San Riel was alive and the Fae still had numbers enough to protect each other. But not now. Not anymore. Frae closed her eyes a moment and let her head drop down some as she steadied her breathing. She had to prepare for this. It had been almost a century since she had last entered the world of men and it had cost her everything. In one year, she had lost that last piece of her soul she had once cared for and cherished. Mina and Anna had died centuries before, failing to defend a small home they had gathered up together. The humans had come and burned them all, but that wasn't Frae's last piece of her heart, no. That last piece died when Telon turned from her a century ago. His father, her beloved husband and the one truth left in her life, had been assassinated and what had remained of their once splendid kingdom had died with him. Frae had also been captured during the battle that followed San Riel's death and it had robbed her of her most defining feature. The humans took her wings. Ripped from her back and left for death, Frae had very nearly followed her beloved husband into Saff's arms, but it wasn't to be. Frae returned from the brink of death, denied entry to the afterlife and forced to suffer the sprawl of mankind and the extinction of her race.

A century later and things were not much better. So few Fae were left in the world that they barely made any note upon history anymore. And even fewer still were considered a threat to the cancer that was mortal man. She remembered the humans of her once realm, but they bore little resemblance to the selfish disgusting creatures that now called themselves such. Greed, corruption, self need had taken control of them and those infections had spread in their minds, making them the cancer that was now killing all the worlds, waking and otherwise. And Frae was still a threat to that. A very big one, for she still held the key that unlocked the truth. That key was a man, one she had known so very long ago and had called friend, family even. But not anymore. Like man, this once friend, this beloved and trusted advisor, had become lost in greed and self need and it had turned him into a creature of darkness and dark magic. It was he that had spread this cancer among the humans and it was he that had spread the hatred of the Fae. Frae intended to see this man back to the light, dead or alive, she no longer cared.

"Your Majesty." Twenty Nine said carefully, "Are you ready?"
"I'm ready." Frae said quietly and lifted her head once more. She opened her eyes and stepped forward, opening the door. What awaited her inside that building was nothing short of true brutish violence and untamed aggression. They handed their tickets to the doorman and made their way to about half way between the back and the central ring. Frae spotted her son immediately, but he didn't look much like her son anymore. His once beautiful white hair was marred with shaven parts, what was left defying gravity to stand like a blade from front to back with a small tail down between his shoulder blades. His once sleek form now swallowed by overbearing muscle, bursting through a white tee as he sparred with his warrior to get him ready for the fight. His black skin, his once perfect black silken skin was covered in white scrawling tattoos of a tribal nature. He looked like the negative, a mirrored image of everyone else around him and Frae felt her heart break in her chest. "Oh Telon!" She sighed quietly, "My beloved son. What have you done to yourself?" She shook her head and carefully sat down as Twenty Nine bid her to. The fight would begin soon and one more person would arrive. Mr Mystic. He was the secondary reason she was there. This was her chance, her only chance to put a stop to his darkness once and for all and free what little remained of her people to return to their natural home.

Frae calmed her mind and stared at her son. In the last century, Frae had changed greatly also. With her wings gone, she was able to blend in much better, but it had come at great cost. At her lowest ebb, she had discovered the vices of men and their dark pleasures and she had succumbed to it and to them. It had hardened her, turned her love and compassion to stone and now it showed. For, as she looked around, she could see the men that would have once darkened her door, seeking out their darkest pleasures and she had given them what they asked for. However, what they asked for wasn't always what they expected, for Frae had discovered something inside her that was just as dark and just as sickening as Mr Mystic himself. In ridding herself of him, she would also rid herself of that darkness too and just perhaps, bring her son back to her.

The fight began and Frae watched her son carefully as he shouted and yelled at his fighter, urging him on to that so desperately needed victory. But she also watched the royal box, waiting for Mystic to arrive and take his place. Tonight would be a night to remember.... for all the wrong reasons....

[DragonMaster Pyro]

Twenty-nine escorted Frae to the car, as they stepped in she looked forward and kept quiet. She was very professional about her duties to the Frae, even though it was never quite clear on what those duties were.
As they drove down to the arena they drove through the slums of the lower district. Many of the thugs and poor wandering the streets were fae, and none of the fae looked anything like their ancestors. The human corruption was changing them.
In the locker room Telon was preparing his fighter, a large orc named Grawg. Grawg was the son of Turok, a chief of one of the remaining Orc tribes. There were four tribes of orc left, and they used their barbaric practices to make a living. The main source was caged arena fights, where two males fighters brawl until one falls.
Grawg’s fight tonight was actually a challenge. In orc culture the oldest son is entitled to his younger sisters, but any male may have their choice, if they’re willing to fight. The city has banned weapons and death matches, but accidents have occurred.
“I bet coward brings knife.” Grawg said punching the cement wall.
Telon looked at his watch, then grabbed a wooden bowl filled with red dye. “Come on lets get you ready.” Telon said smearing the die on the orcs face.
“You know in old days we use...”
“I know, let’s thank the maker this isn’t the old days.” Telon said getting smearing a line on his cheek, to respect his friend’s culture. “She looked fierce today.” Telon said looking up to the orc. “Preek is your prize today. Keep her in your heart when you fight.”
“In my culture. Dominant male get everything. Frunk is last son of family. If Frunk die...” Grawg hit his chest loud. “I am dominant male. I keep that in heart.”
The combatants entered the arena and the crowd roared in a display of chanting and war cries. Those who supported Grawg painted their faces red and those who supported Frunk wore black.
“There’s your son m’lady.” Twenty-Nine said. Telon and Frunk’s coack where the only two allowed near the ring. Both constantly circling and batting the cage to get there fighter attention.
As the fight started the two monsters tore at each other with bone cracking bashes and powerful punches. Each one fighting hard and snarling harder.
In the royal booth Mr.Mystic walked out with the two orc families, watching their kin brawl out in a display of savagery. Mystic was hosting the fight because Grawg worked him. Grawg was Mystic’s personal muscle.
After what seemed to be a gruesome half an hour, Frunk pinned Grawg down, his hands strangling Grawg. Grawg reached up, gasping for breath, and twisted Frunk’s neck. As a loud snap echoed the building, the crowd went quiet.
Medics ran in to help the combatants, but Frunk was dead. As the medic signaled the death, the crowd broke out. Grawg had won and wild fan exited the building, shoving Frae along.
Twenty-Nine vanished in the crowd as she pushed and shoved her way through the chaos, until a hand took her and snatched her into a small office away from the crowd. She could feel Telon’s hand cuff her mouth as he looked at her and whispered in anger, “what are you doing here? Don’t you know you can get hurt here?” He said before pausing and looking at her again.
Telon grabbed his mother and embraced her in a hug, tearing up as he held her. “Mother... Please forgive me, I was young and confused.”

[LadyRaven]

The crowd began to cheer and applaud as the fighters came into the caged ring and Frae even felt Twenty Nine begin to fidget as she was caught up in the atmosphere, but Frae did not. She remained stoic and even as the fight began, she didn't so much as a make a sound. The fight itself was brutal and vicious and the entire building was alive with the cheering and goading. Frae's eyes remained on only one person, Telon. But then Mystic arrived and Frae switched her gaze between them.

After half an hour of pure violence, the fight ended, the result being the death of the loser and the whole crowd roared with applause and cheer. The only person by then not on her feet was Frae, Twenty Nine being unfortunately caught up in it all by then. Frae only moved when the crowd began to pour out of their seats and she felt herself being pushed along with them. That was, until someone grabbed her from behind and pulled her into a side room.

At first, Frae reached for her weapon, but then she heard the voice that came with the hand over her mouth and she let it go again. It was Telon. She was turned and within seconds, she felt his arms tightly around her and she felt her shoulder become wet. Please forgive me, he'd said. Frae closed her eyes and hugged her son back, having to arch her back deeply to cope with the height difference. Like his father, Telon was much taller than she was, had been since puberty. Slowly, and as much as she hated to, she released her arms and carefully stepped back from her beloved son. Her eyes showed a mixture of sadness and relief for Telon and she slowly shook her head at him. "What are you doing here, Telon?" She asked him, "And what have you done to yourself?" Up close now, she could see the extent of the changes that had befallen her beloved child. She reached out, touching some of the white ink that curled up his forearm and around, disappearing up the short sleeve of his shirt. "Are you working for Mystic now? Has he made you do this to yourself?"

[DragonMaster Pyro]

Telon heard the worry in his mother’s voice. Her concern was misguided, but he still looked upon himself differently at that moment. “Mother, after father...” He paused in pain, Telon also felt the sting of his father’s death in his heart. “The D’Arque family took me in. Uncle Daminion promised me safety, and taught me to survive. They got me some work, but...” Telon paused again. He knew in his heart his mother would believe him, he had no reason to lie to her. “They are very powerful, but in my heart I am not true drow. I won’t let the city decay just for profit and power. They are criminal Mother, so powerful they won’t be stopped. And they can be our greatest allies.” Telon said, hating his words. “In my heart, I am still a warrior. These tattoos were a ceremony, they marked me as a general. I left the family after I met Mystic. Mr, Mystic knows the D’Arque family personally. Apparently he was entrusted with the Scroll of Necromiah, it holds the lineage of the sacred bloodline. The D’Arque family take their traditions very serious, being the last surviving family of Drow.”
Telon waited until the crowds emptied and quickly took her hand. “C’mon let’s get you out of here. This place gets less tolerant of Fae after a fight.” He brought her into the locker room and opened his locker. Telon, then grabbed a modified pistol and holstered it under his arm, only to grab another and tuck it in the back of his pants. As he grabbed his jacket and his keys a loud thud came from the showers, followed by a grunt.
“Telon?” It was Grawg, Telon’s fighter. “That you I smell? And a female!?” His loud footsteps echoed through the cement walls.
Telon quickly grabbed a towel and hurled it at the giant. “Cover up!... Grawg, this is my mother.”
Grawg through the towel around his waist and chuckled at Telon’s embarrassment. “Pleasure.” He grunted, giving her a smile. “You saw fight?”

[LadyRaven]

Frae's first reaction to Telon's statements was to spit in insult on the ground and at the mention of the word Drow, she did just that. "You are not Drow!" She hissed angrily, "And I never want to hear that disgusting slur from your mouth ever again, Telon, do you understand me?" She moved back to him and took his face in her hands, "You are Elven. Your father was Dark Elf, your mother Ariel Elf. Drow was a name give the Dark Elf for crimes their race committed millennia ago, not for their pride or tradition. You are nothing like Drow Telon, you were not born to be and neither will you die to be. You are Elven and of royal blood. Take pride in that, my son, always." She then shook her head a second time, "House D'Arque were outlaws long before the fall of Malthinos, smugglers of narcotics and dark pleasures. It pleases me that you have seen beyond them, but to fall into the hands of Marthur Mystic?" She shook her head a third time, "You go from the pot to the fire, Telon. I simply do not understand it. And he possess the Nechromiah Scrolls? What in the four realms are you thinking?!" But there was no time for an answer as Telon grabbed her hand and dragged her from the office.

Arriving in a steamed and rather stinking locker room, Frae straightened her coat and firmed her jaw. She looked around as Telon emptied the contents of his locker into his belt and pockets. And then a loud thud. Frae drew her pistol immediately and pointed it at the noise. And then it spoke, calling out her son's name. It was his fighter. Frae put her gun away again and turned her face away some as the giant Orc came out of the shower as naked as the day the earth spat him out. Telon was right to throw him a towel, but couldn't help but snap her eyes at him as he actually produced some manners! Frae nodded, "I did." She told him, "As vicious and deadly as I remember Orc fighting to be." It was a compliment of sorts. "And I would suppose the female you were fighting for can't wait to stoke up your cave fire and lay herself wide for you now she knows what a savage you are." And there it was, the hardened insult that was Frae's temperament these days. Though, as she understood it still, Orcs didn't understand the concept of sarcasm nor the insult it carried. In fact, as Frae recalled, the last Orc she insulted actually thanked her for it!

After the little retort to Grawg, Frae returned her attention to her beloved son. "Telon, I need you to take me to Mystic." She said, "He and I have much unfinished business and I tire of watching over my shoulder for him. You say you work for him, I must assume you are close enough to have his favour. Do this for me, and I promise you, this darkness will end and we can finally return to our home." The last part, she dropped to a whisper to say, for if he worked for Mystic, then the Orc most certainly did. For a creature as primitive and mindless as Grawg was, his species was still loyal to their leader and she didn't want Mystic getting wind of her presence just yet. At least, she hoped not, seeing as Telon had so boldly introduced her already.

[DragonMaster Pyro]

Telon heard the harsh hatred in his mother’s voice, it was the same anger he heard in his father’s voice as a young child. As she insulted Grawg he tried to intervene, but he was too late.
“Moth...” Telon spat out, bringing himself between them.
Grawg heard Frae’s vicious scold's, listening to her spit her fire. He grunted loud, pausing for a moment only before breaking into a cackling laughter. “Grawg’s common not good, but his head... Not stupid. I take words as uh... compliment. Bye Telon.”
After the orc had left Telon was silent. His world had been nothing but chaos since he was young. Losing his father, losing a war, his home, and many of his friends. Hearing his mother’s anger almost brought him to tears. “Well mother is this what you wanted?” He asked, breaking their awkward silence. “This is why I found you after all these years at one of my fights? I’m sorry! Okay! I’m sorry I’m not the warrior you and father wanted. But am I not alive?” Telon pasted back and forth. He knew he wouldn’t stay mad, but was mad then. “You know I had stopped looking half a century ago. After father...” He looked away from her. “You're not on a throne any more mother!” Telon’s heart thumped, as he spoke from it. “Our kingdome is fallen, and our allies are dead. The war is over, we lost.” Slowly Telon paced the locker room. “The D’Arque may not be ideal family, but their all I had.” He paused and heard her ask to see Mystic. “Home? Mother I lived in this world for a century. This place, this work, these people. All of this I have made my home. I don’t fight for any cause mother. I fight to survive. You wanna meet Mystic? Fine, but you're not the Queen anymore. He won’t simply accept your audience because you want to simply say hi. Mystic is a businessman first and a mage second.” Telon stated unaware of Mystic’s past. “I have seen him use magic, but he uses his pockets more effectively.”
Telon looked over to his mother and took her hand. “You look like you could use a hot meal and some sleep.” He said leading her out. “Why don’t we go back to my place.” Telon started to lead her to the parking garage.

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