Allister watched her leave and cursed to himself 'Damn It. I can't follow her because that would arouse suspicion. While I COULD go off and try to find her, there's no guarantee that I could. While it would benefit me in annoying the suspicions of others, going off after her would practically jumping on their suspicions up and down screaming incoherently. A Skilled Manipulator that does not make. Still, what could she possibly be planning to do up there? Meeting up with Collaborators? In a middle of a Darkspawn infested Forest? No. The Darkspawn themselves doesn't strike me as Intelligent either, though I could be wrong. Damn It.......I can't go at it alone. My Own mental Prowess won't be enough. She has upped the ante. Whatever she's planning, I will NOT allow her the Not at such....a Delicate state. I'd have to ask the others.'
Allister shuddered slightly as he delved deep into his mind. Deep enough that, should a group of Darkspawn appear, I would only notice if they started to pummel me to the ground. He had grown used to their presence. It had been nearly a Year and a half ago. So of course he would have gotten used to them by now. More than capable of pushing them back into the inner recesses of his mind until, like know, he had real purpose to call upon them.
No, what made the Bloodmage shiver was what it cost him. He still remembered the Pain, even after all this time. The Feeling of His mind being ripped apart into several pieces. But Allister was a Master of Pain, how could you not be if you were a Bloodmage? Everytime you cast a spell, you rip your own flesh apart. The Bloodmage had managed to hold onto the Majority of his Sanity from the Magical Attack, but a small, but important portion got ripped apart and floated freeform in his mind. So he envisioned himself in an abandoned battlefield. It was at night, but there seemed to be a spotlight following him. The Spotlight bathed his entire Visage in Crimson and he knew his yellow eyes had turned crimson as well. Littered around him were the bodies of countless foes. Human, Dwarf, Elven, Darkspawn, Warrior, Mage, Rogue it did not matter. Their weapons scattered around the ground. As he looked ahead, he saw 4 pillars of light. Exactly like the one following him, but colored differently. Unlike the Bloodmage's Crimson Light, the Pillars of Light that Allister was approaching were Blue, Green, White, and Yellow. After a few moments he reached their destination and looked at all of them.
The One bathed in a Saphire Light was wearing Blue Robes. He sat upon his chair, a Chessboard in front of him. His Eyes looked at Allister in a calculated gaze. No Emotion, No Compassion. Only Cold Ambition powered his Gaze. Even Allister was slightly unnerved by his attention. The Chessmaster, like the other Avatars of his Psyche, looked exactly like him. The Only difference was that he was older, and his body reflected it. But even so, he spoke in a sure and arrogant voice. As if the Man could hold the entire world in his Grasp if he so chose. He opened his mouth and said in a soft voice "Greetings My Lord."
The One bathed in an Emerald Light was clad in a Green Ranger Uniform. Except, it wasn't really a uniform. It was stitched together, and while the majority of so where Greenish, they obviously didn't come from the same source. The Young Man was holding onto a flask of, probably half drunk, elven wine. His Lips were framed in an Honest smile and he looked at Allister as he would a long lost friend. The Ranger spoke to him in a inebriated, but friendly tone. "Hey Buddy! What took you so Long to came and visit us?"
The One bathed in a Heavenly Light was clad in White Armor. Completely Pristine and Powerful. He Held onto a Large Broadsword. He was Handsome, what Allister would look like had he decided to be a Warrior, or A Templar. The Saint Looked at Allister, smiled and said 'Hello Son. How have you been?"
The One bathed in a Golden Light was clad in Yellow and hunched over a Table. He had multiple object of Measuring and seemed to be messing over designs for a Magical Device. The Builder looked up at him, with Large Glasses and an Impassive Face. He said "Greetings Indeed Contractor. I trust that you haven't gotten yourself killed yet?"
Allister looked at them all and thought backed to when his mind was ripped apart. It had been.....an Annoying few months when he battled the Avatars. Back then, they each owned a portion of his Psyche. The Chessmaster owned his Manipulations and what would probably be defined by most as his 'Evil' Side. The Ranger owned his Feelings and what could tentatively be called his 'Chaotic' Side. The Saint owned his feelings of Honor and Duty and what most would call his 'Good' Side. The Builder owned his Stoicism and what could be called his 'Orderly' Side. It took Allister Months to Imprison them all into the Deep Recesses of His Mind. Not because they were Malevolent towards him, they were a part of him after all, they did what they thought was best.
He took back his mind because they were driving him Insane. The Chessmaster would slyly suggest to manipulate someone to his death. Fine. But then The Saint would come and scream In Righteous Anger. Which would proceed to erupt into an Epic Showdown where The Chessmaster would cast Lightning from his Hands and The Saint would counter by reflecting it back. The Builder's advice on how to steadily construct a Magical Item would be Interrupted when The Ranger would suggest on creating something else. So, The Bloodmage had decided to Take back Portions of his mind. He took back His Guile from the Chessmaster. A Portion of his Conscience from the Saint. A Portion of His Feelings from the Ranger, and his Stoicism from the Builder.
The Bloodmage looked at them all. The Battlefield he was currently in was a Result of that struggle. Normally, he would never have decided upon this course of action. But The Darkspawn, and the Possible Threat of Neria, vetoed his Misgivings. While he held onto a piece of each, he would never be as skilled as they were in their respective tasks. He could not Plot as well as The Chessmaster. He could not empathize and create Chaos as The Ranger could. He could not judge if a Person was good or not, or completely understand Good like The Saint. He Could not Create Objects or Understand the Workings of Order like The Builder could. He Could never get their power unless he restructured, and United his Mind once again, and that was Impossible as it currently was.
Allister looked at each of them, he then opened his mouth and said We Need to Talk.
Allister shuddered slightly as he delved deep into his mind. Deep enough that, should a group of Darkspawn appear, I would only notice if they started to pummel me to the ground. He had grown used to their presence. It had been nearly a Year and a half ago. So of course he would have gotten used to them by now. More than capable of pushing them back into the inner recesses of his mind until, like know, he had real purpose to call upon them.
No, what made the Bloodmage shiver was what it cost him. He still remembered the Pain, even after all this time. The Feeling of His mind being ripped apart into several pieces. But Allister was a Master of Pain, how could you not be if you were a Bloodmage? Everytime you cast a spell, you rip your own flesh apart. The Bloodmage had managed to hold onto the Majority of his Sanity from the Magical Attack, but a small, but important portion got ripped apart and floated freeform in his mind. So he envisioned himself in an abandoned battlefield. It was at night, but there seemed to be a spotlight following him. The Spotlight bathed his entire Visage in Crimson and he knew his yellow eyes had turned crimson as well. Littered around him were the bodies of countless foes. Human, Dwarf, Elven, Darkspawn, Warrior, Mage, Rogue it did not matter. Their weapons scattered around the ground. As he looked ahead, he saw 4 pillars of light. Exactly like the one following him, but colored differently. Unlike the Bloodmage's Crimson Light, the Pillars of Light that Allister was approaching were Blue, Green, White, and Yellow. After a few moments he reached their destination and looked at all of them.
The One bathed in a Saphire Light was wearing Blue Robes. He sat upon his chair, a Chessboard in front of him. His Eyes looked at Allister in a calculated gaze. No Emotion, No Compassion. Only Cold Ambition powered his Gaze. Even Allister was slightly unnerved by his attention. The Chessmaster, like the other Avatars of his Psyche, looked exactly like him. The Only difference was that he was older, and his body reflected it. But even so, he spoke in a sure and arrogant voice. As if the Man could hold the entire world in his Grasp if he so chose. He opened his mouth and said in a soft voice "Greetings My Lord."
The One bathed in an Emerald Light was clad in a Green Ranger Uniform. Except, it wasn't really a uniform. It was stitched together, and while the majority of so where Greenish, they obviously didn't come from the same source. The Young Man was holding onto a flask of, probably half drunk, elven wine. His Lips were framed in an Honest smile and he looked at Allister as he would a long lost friend. The Ranger spoke to him in a inebriated, but friendly tone. "Hey Buddy! What took you so Long to came and visit us?"
The One bathed in a Heavenly Light was clad in White Armor. Completely Pristine and Powerful. He Held onto a Large Broadsword. He was Handsome, what Allister would look like had he decided to be a Warrior, or A Templar. The Saint Looked at Allister, smiled and said 'Hello Son. How have you been?"
The One bathed in a Golden Light was clad in Yellow and hunched over a Table. He had multiple object of Measuring and seemed to be messing over designs for a Magical Device. The Builder looked up at him, with Large Glasses and an Impassive Face. He said "Greetings Indeed Contractor. I trust that you haven't gotten yourself killed yet?"
Allister looked at them all and thought backed to when his mind was ripped apart. It had been.....an Annoying few months when he battled the Avatars. Back then, they each owned a portion of his Psyche. The Chessmaster owned his Manipulations and what would probably be defined by most as his 'Evil' Side. The Ranger owned his Feelings and what could tentatively be called his 'Chaotic' Side. The Saint owned his feelings of Honor and Duty and what most would call his 'Good' Side. The Builder owned his Stoicism and what could be called his 'Orderly' Side. It took Allister Months to Imprison them all into the Deep Recesses of His Mind. Not because they were Malevolent towards him, they were a part of him after all, they did what they thought was best.
He took back his mind because they were driving him Insane. The Chessmaster would slyly suggest to manipulate someone to his death. Fine. But then The Saint would come and scream In Righteous Anger. Which would proceed to erupt into an Epic Showdown where The Chessmaster would cast Lightning from his Hands and The Saint would counter by reflecting it back. The Builder's advice on how to steadily construct a Magical Item would be Interrupted when The Ranger would suggest on creating something else. So, The Bloodmage had decided to Take back Portions of his mind. He took back His Guile from the Chessmaster. A Portion of his Conscience from the Saint. A Portion of His Feelings from the Ranger, and his Stoicism from the Builder.
The Bloodmage looked at them all. The Battlefield he was currently in was a Result of that struggle. Normally, he would never have decided upon this course of action. But The Darkspawn, and the Possible Threat of Neria, vetoed his Misgivings. While he held onto a piece of each, he would never be as skilled as they were in their respective tasks. He could not Plot as well as The Chessmaster. He could not empathize and create Chaos as The Ranger could. He could not judge if a Person was good or not, or completely understand Good like The Saint. He Could not Create Objects or Understand the Workings of Order like The Builder could. He Could never get their power unless he restructured, and United his Mind once again, and that was Impossible as it currently was.
Allister looked at each of them, he then opened his mouth and said We Need to Talk.
