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Re: THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER II



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1 Xwpfan
(12/15/02 11:16 am)

Re: If Wishes Were Horses

Evil Xendra was livid to have been outwitted by one act of goodness by the prior Xendra.

Evil Xendra could not disregard the damage that had been undone with one simple sentence. Xendra's mind was quickly processing all that had happened as she paced wildly back and forth.

Xendra knew the Amazons would not be a easy matter to contend with , but experience told Xendra that she must limit physical contact with the Amazon and yet disrupt any feelings of security or success they may have.

Xendra pondered ..Amazons lived by their own codes,their own rules, their own ways and their own means they were dependent on the the ways of earth and nature.

Xendra considered her new Evil powers ..and realized she call upon the elements of Earth. Xendra commanded the elements: EARTH,WIND FIRE and WATER to show their presence.

Xendra spoke freely to the gathered minions and the elements.

Xendra triumphantly bellowed " Now lets see if they can survive when the very planet they walk upon betrays them!"

Xendra summoned the elements forth one by one.

"Earth, I command you to just shake the ground below the Amazons put them on shifting sands and unven footing do not let any journey be an easy one.

The day will soon come when I will command you to shake with a fiercness that has never been,to let your lava flow freely, to allow your mountains to crumble and fall into the sea, and to let your gases flow and your plates shift apart."

"Fire: I command you to take from the Amazons their abilty to harness you, Do not let them make fire, without you they cannot cook or stay warm or light their paths. Soon I may call upon you to rage across all lands, destroying fields and plains devoring those that are in your path..soon."

"Water: I command you that you are not to fall upon the amazons, that you are to make your waters bitter to the Amazons that you shall carry only disease and sickness to those who partake of you. In the days to come I may call upon you to wash over the earth drowning all inhabitants who do not follow us."

Wind: " I command you to rage against the Amazons, let their be no shelter from your storms and howling winds, the day will soon come when I may call upon you to rip apart the structures that man has built- hurricanes and tornados will rip across every land..."

Xendra bellowed at the gathered minons, "I will test the mettle of these pesky Amazons I want there to be not one journey be without strife or hardship. illness,heartache, misery and discontentmenttheir constant companion.. now GO!"

One lone minion arose and spoke, "You possess great powers and the Elements could do your bidding but the Gods control the ways of Earth...anything you command to be done they in turn can undo. You must first defeat the gods if you want to have power and dominion over the elements"

Xendra flew into a rage, "Who are you to tell ME what I can or Can not do ! For such insolence You shall forefeit Your life! Without thinking Xendra thrusted a knife into his heart, he sank to the ground instantly.

Xendra with his dead body slumped at her feet, shouted at the remaining minions" This is what will happen to you if You do not follow ME!"

Xendra stepped over the body and paused..realizing he had been right.The Gods were still in control of the elements.
Xendra needed to rethink her plans.

Xendra sighed impatiently ..going after the Amazons was going to have to wait. first priorty had to be killing off the Gods, after all the gods were the protectors of the Amazons.

Without the gods to protect them the Amazons would be easy prey....muhahahaha

Edited by: 1 Xwpfan at: 12/18/02 6:17:27 pm

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phalon1
(12/17/02 9:41 pm)

Traces in the Wind

It was Little Dog who first reached the remains of the small camp, now deserted. He pawed in a heap of pine boughs strewn about in a shallow depression in the earth. Whining, digging, and sniffing, he searched in vain for something…someone…who was not there. Blackwolf crossed the camp in long strides and bent down next to Little Dog, feeling the ground beneath the branches. “Judging by the way Little Dog is acting, Evergreen must have taken shelter here. She could not have left too long ago. The ground is still warm where she laid.”

Phalon felt a pang of despair. Evergreen seemed always just an arms length away, just out of their grasp. Whenever they got close, she seemed to slip away. Did she yet remember who she was? Did she remember anything of the dream, or was it pushed away, resigned to the far corners of her mind, only a pesky remanent of cold night’s fitful sleep, like a crick in the neck or an ache in the back?

BlackWolf interrupted her thoughts. “She went this way”, she said. Then, pointing down, “Look at these marks in the dirt. She’s on horseback! Come on, Phalon. If we’re to have any chance of catching her, we’ll have to move swiftly.” BlackWolf took off through the forest, with Little Dog close on her heels.

Phalon turned to follow. “Phalon…” She spun back around. The voice was a whisper. Not in her head, but not entirely of this world either. It was not a voice she recognized. A murmur in her ear, as if the wind were calling her name. Again, “Phalon…You’d be hard pressed to find your friend now. Hers is a mission from which she will not stray. She will continue on at a pace which I’m afraid you and BlackWolf will not be able to keep until she reaches her destination.”

“Who are you?” Phalon slowly turned in a circle. “Where are you?”

“I am a friend. Don’t despair Phalon. Evergreen remembers. She knows the way home. Though she will always seem a step ahead in this journey, follow her path. It will lead you where you need to be. But follow quickly, Phalon. I smell something foul in the wind. It pains me to say that it was brought forth by one in your group whom you all call friend and sister. One who has switched sides. One who needs all of you together to help find her way back…back to herself, and back to her family. Go now, Phalon. Go before you are unable to do so. Don’t stop until Evergreen’s trail reaches it’s end. There, you will see.”

Phalon took at few steps back, raising her hand in appreciation. “Thank you”, she whispered to the unseen ally. The gentle breeze that had been blowing picked up causing leaves to stir in little whirlwinds on the ground. She then turned and ran at full speed to catch up with BlackWolf.

A short distance ahead of them, a horse and rider crested a small hill, the morning sun catching the silver in her hair and the sword on her back.

Edited by: phalon1 at: 12/18/02 8:04:46 am



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Re: THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER II



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EvergreenLM
(12/21/02 10:34 pm)

By the Stars Above

Evergreen rocked in the saddle feeling the gentle sway of the horse beneath her. Reins were loosely held, more or less allowing the horse to direct the course of the rider upon his back. She occasionally ducked a low hanging tree branch or pushed one up and away from her face. Evergreen removed an apple from the leather side bag, took a few bites saving the remainder for her traveling companion.

The horse steadily plodded on through the dense forest, crossed a small stream, and with ease, carried its rider up a steep embankment. Evergreen found herself at the top of a ridge with a view of an expanse of land ahead. She pulled on the reins halting the horse, leaned downed patting its muscular neck. The apple was offered and gladly accepted.

They had traveled throughout the day, and beyond the valley below, the sun was making its exit relinquishing its dominion to the lesser light of the night.

At least there will be a quarter moon to guide me.

The forest began to thin out giving way to a meadow. The wind blew the tall grass below giving the look of a great ocean where there was none. It was peaceful.

Rider and horse traveled down to the beginning of the valley floor. Although night was approaching, Evergreen was not afraid. She sensed that they were not alone-in the body or in the spirit.

“Balius, my good friend, someone had been following us since we crossed the creek. Let them.”

Evergreen reached for the sword at her side and felt the full handle that fit like a mold taken from her very hand.

Balius shook his magnificent head up and down blowing as if saying, “bring it on stranger, you are no match for us.”

Evergreen smiled, gently squeezed the horse with her thighs. “Ya!” And the two parted the tall grass like a scythe.

Looking up, Evergreen saw an owl silhouetted against the setting sun at dusk. A good omen, she thought. Stars began to make their appearance and danced on the horizon. She began to hum a low song. Such was it familiar, but origin unknown. It gave great comfort. So horse and rider moved on through the night and only one knew what destination lay ahead.

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"It is What it Is"

Edited by: EvergreenLM at: 12/27/02 9:19:08 am

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phalon1
(12/28/02 8:10 pm)

Seeing Green

BlackWolf set a furious pace, using her keen wolf-like senses to track Evergreen. They caught glimpses of her on the black steed every now and again, either cresting a ridge, or down below in a valley. They were getting closer, but not close enough for their calls to be heard. “Evergreen!” “Evergreen!” Their voices seemed lost, carried away in the ever increasing wind.

Soon after they started out, leaving Evergreen’s overnight resting place behind, Phalon started to yearn for her horse, Aronia. How much easier it would be to catch someone on horseback if one were on a horse herself. BlackWolf may have the instincts and stamina of an animal, but Phalon did not. Aronia would have easily kept BlackWolf’s pace. It was not so with Phalon, it was a struggle. But keep up she did, though it did not stop her from still wishing for her horse. She wondered if she were being well taken care of in the stables where she last left her. How long had it been? How many moons had passed since they first set sail on Icthyus’ ship? How many times had the moon’s waning and waxing run full circle? It was hard to tell. It seemed like forever. Phalon had no idea how long she had been in the Hall of Doors. She’d lost all track of time while she was enclosed the hallway with all it’s secrets. She began to wonder if she would ever see her old trusted friend, Aronia, again.

Phalon began to tire. BlackWolf seemed Tartarus bent on reaching Evergreen before nightfall. As her body grew weary, she kept her mind focused on BlackWolf ahead of her. Dressed in all black, with short jet-black hair, darting this way and that, weaving in and out of trees and bushes, over fallen logs, and around small boulders, Phalon began to imagine that she was following a she-wolf and not a human. She certainly moved more as a wolf than human.

Phalon became entranced with watching the figure in black and the graceful dance which the figure performed with the forest around her. So entranced she became, that she entered almost a hypnotic state. Her muscle and bone kept performing their job, moving arms and legs in the rhythm which they had become so accustomed, but her mind went elsewhere. Everything quickened in Phalon’s eyes. It all became a blur, the moving black form in front of her blending in with the flashes of green as branches were pushed aside and then swung back into their rightful place.

Those flashes of green mesmerized her. A familiar green. A swirling emerald green. The green of an emerald stone set in a silver necklace. This now was the only thing Phalon’s eyes saw and she was looking through it, onto a place not so very far away.


Edited by: phalon1 at: 12/28/02 7:15:09 pm

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phalon1
(1/1/03 9:25 pm)

Seeing Green (Part II)

The stone on the necklace around Puella’s neck grew warm as she sat cleaning the sword of Ares, thinking about Xendra and the monster that she had become. She knew her beloved friend was held captive somewhere within that beast, lost but not gone forever. She just had to find a way to get her back. She couldn’t do it alone. The small band of friends and sisters must face this together as one. They needed to present a united front against this Evil in order to come out on top.

Puella put the sword down, and reached for the amulet around her neck, an amulet whose edges were worn smooth from years of fingers running over it’s surface, seeking comfort somehow from it’s familiarity. She brought the amulet up and dangled it in front of her face, staring at the emerald stone encased in the silver bull. She stared into the stone and…

Phalon saw Puella’s face. In her eyes she saw worry, disbelief, fear…and determination. Phalon watched Puella lean back against the trunk of a tree and close her eyes. Her jaw was set in a grimace of firm resolution as she started to formulate a plan to get Xendra back. She dropped the necklace’s talisman back to its resting place at her throat.

Phalon saw a campfire, it’s flame leaping and dancing eerily green through the emerald haze from which she looked. Zena sat on one side of the fire, Leara, on the other. Both glared at one other through the flames, the fire’s glow revealing the distrust in their eyes.

Amara slept soundly nearby, bow and arrows at her side, oblivious to the tension swirling in the air of the camp. Little Gabbyfan was no where to be seen, but Phalon could sense her presence near Zena.

Again the flashes of green. Faster and faster. A blur of green as she was transported a short distance through the forest. The flashes came to an abrupt halt and, still seeing through the green mist, she found herself looking upon a small clearing. Little gruesome, impish creatures jeered and danced in a circle, some cheering and clapping wildly, while others hovered on the outskirts, cowering in fear. In the center of the circle stood Xendra, towering above them all. She called to the Elements, commanding them to do her bidding. She stopped and hesitated, brow bent in some revelation, and the lines in her face that were once soft lines from laughter, became deep, leathery crevices as her mouth twisted into a grotesque sneer.

“Phaaalonnn! PHALON!”

“Huh? What?” The voice was in her head. The green haze had faded and she realized she had almost come to a stop.

“Phalon, now is not the time. You are falling behind. You must keep up with BlackWolf. You must catch Evergreen. You are all needed. Together. You MUST hurry.”

The Old Guardian? Phalon felt a tug at her robes and looked down upon Little Dog. Icthyus? It didn’t matter to whom the voice belonged. As she again started to run, she thought, “You must hurry.” HA! What a gross understatement that was.

In a camp, not a great distance away, the embers of a dieing fire glowed orange, an owl hooted an ominous warning, and four ravens slept on a tree branch, waiting to see what the dawn would bring.

Edited by: phalon1 at: 1/1/03 8:26:54 pm



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Zena 1
(1/2/03 7:35 pm)

Now It Begins

The campfire slowly succumbed to lack of attention but as the red faded from the logs the sky began to imitate the fading glow. Dawn came creeping into the black of the Grecian night, driving away the nightmares and terrors it held. Above the little cluster of friends and enemies, on a hill to the east of the old temple, an army stood poised for orders. If the campers had looked up they would have seen the glint of the early morning sun on the armor, and the silhouette of the figures against the sky. Elainis, the second of Artemis, slipped to the side of the goddess to whisper her report.

“They sleep my goddess. No action, no activity, they will not fight and the evil marshals it’s forces in the swamp just to the north.” Elainis looked down on the humans with scorn.

“Thank you Elainis. Join the troops. I have need of you in a command position. Bring the best of the archers to the front.” Athena was looking down but she could feel the arrival of her brother. “Do not interfere Ares. I told you I would move at dawn.”

Ares leaned over Athena’s shoulder and quietly but firmly said, “You promised me you would wait until dawn.”
“It IS dawn and they lie about like flattened wheat. Now I will bring my troops into this.”

Ares crossed his arms over his chest and with a raised eyebrow and a nod in the direction of the camp smirked at Athena. “Guess again, Sis.” Athena followed his gaze to the group below.
Through the remainder of the night Zena had struggled with her emotions. She had given herself the length of time it took for the tears to reach her jaw line and then she wiped them into her sleeve and out of her heart. The lack of food and sleep rubbed her temper nearly raw and the encounter with Leara had finished it for her. She stood up suddenly from her place at the fire determined to end the waiting. Whatever her life would become no longer forced itself to the front of her mind. Hand tightening around the handle of the sword of Artemis she threw down the blanket she had wrapped herself in and addressed her startled companions.

“I’m done waiting. Alone or with you beside me I want this battle to begin and wipe away whatever has taken our friends.” Zena pointed the blade toward the forest still dark in the fragile dawn. “There. Straight north in the swamp.” She swung the sword over her head and the fire in the ice whistled as it cut the air. In three strides she was gone, running low and soundlessly into the bushes. The evil she sought danced openly in a clearing and she found herself at the fringe of a group of little demons surrounding their leader. The figure turned and Zena nearly lost her breath as she recognized what was left of Xendra. She raised the sword of Artemis, screaming the Amazon battle cry and so the fight began.

On the hill above, Elainis and the archers moved back grudgingly under the orders of Athena. “We shall see brother, we shall see.”

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BhenRudha
(1/4/03 5:07 am)

Unkind Dreaming

Her blood surged with the tide, while the full moon graced the midnight sky. Warrior gasped as the enough of the darkness was burned away by her tie to the Lady Macha to allow her to surface. This was not Bhen Rudha's Emerald Dream, nor was this true dreaming. This was deeper, and she felt her way blocked by a dense fog.

With her mind, she reached for her sisters, and received a dim sense of them in return. They were alive, but unknowing of the ensorceled sleep they had been sent into. Calling to them, Warrior tried to fight through the fog, but instead became lost in it.

Trapped, deep within herself, the raven cast out for whatever beacon there was to be had. Faint in the perceived distance was the forged link between she and the priestess. If she could reach Bhen Rudha, there was a chance they could wake.

She gathered her strength and her courage, stoking the fires of her warrior heart and strained to reach the woman with the power to set them free.


* * *


All Bhen Rudha could feel in the darkness was iron around her neck. In the darkness she could not remember a time when there was not a slave's collar locked on her. Other faint sensations came to her through the dark . . . she stood with her hands clasped behind her back and hooked to a chain from the ceiling . . . forced to bend over, head down, with her legs splayed . . . her shoulders aching . . . goose bumps rising on her naked flesh . . .

She knew that this was his favorite way to display her, awaiting his pleasure, especially when there were guests to entertain as well.

Part of her wanted to scream that this was not real. That the darkness was what held her, not the cuffs and chains. But the darkness muffled that voice, and left her to wait.

A voice screamed at her from a long way off. Dulled by the darkness, she could only vaguely understand the words for raven, freedom and sister. Those words meant nothing to her.

Cold and clammy fingers traced a line down her back. He always started that way, tracing her spine, then some of the lines of her tattoo. He would murmur nonsense in her ear when alone with her, or describe her finer qualities to whatever audience was watching.

She found it strange that she did not shiver this time. She always shivered.

The voice in the distance grew louder, she understood more of the words . . . dreaming, captured and hope. It was hard to understand hope when trapped in the dark.

Breath tickled her ear, and she felt the warm bulk of him across her back, straining her shoulders more. She wondered that she did not feel the need to bite her lip. She always bit her lip to keep from whimpering.

The voice sounded suddenly desperate and gapped the last distance, coming into sharp clarity, ". . . ake up! Bhen Rudha, sister, you must wake! I call upon you priestess! By the Goddess!"

The words lanced through her mind, echoing away, and memory surged. She was a priestess, of the Goddess. She had been given grace, and now had a duty to preform. He was dead and held her captive no longer.

Into the darkness she spoke a name, "Warrior?"

From the darkness came the reply, "I am here my sister. Stand and be free."

Warrior made it sound easy. Simply stand and be free. She brought her head up, and instead of her shoulders wrenching out of their sockets, her arms fells to her sides. The warmth of him was still behind her and the fingers of her right hand curled as if to hold an axe handle. Wood filled her grip and she turned to cut him down . . .



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blackwolf
(1/2/03 10:20:01 pm)

Catching up

We had been running after Evergreen for some time now, and though I often caught glimpses of her through the brush or down in a valley, it seemed we couldn't get any closer to her. However, I kept pushing myself and Phalon. I knew Phalon was tiring, but I couldn't let up. Some instinct told me we had to meet up with her soon before we found the others.

As we chased Evergreen, I reveled in my senses. Everything seemed so much clearer and easier to understand. Even running was no longer a problem and I had to keep myself from going to fast. Phalon did not have the strength that I had, though she kept up fairly well.

As I continued to run, I detached part of my brain to talk to Montara.

"Other than the senses and stamina of a wolf, what else can I do?"

He laughed and said "Getting a little greedy, aren't we? You already possess more gifts than many other humans and yet you want more?"

"Come on Montara. I know there is more there. I can feel it."

"Well, if you insist. You know that instinct that you feel about meeting up with Evergreen?"

"You mean having to find her before we meet up with the others?"

"Yes. That is another gift. I guess you could say it would be intuition, or instinct. You don't really understand it yet, but your senses of the environment tell you something is wrong and that it will affect everyone. This insinct will get stronger the more you use it."

I continued to talk to Montara as we ran, learning about all of my gifts and things that I could do to improve them. At one point I sensed Phalon slowing to almost a stop behind me. Right when I was about to turn around to see what the problem was she started running again, though she was breathing awfully hard.

"Montara, is there a way to transfer some of my stamina to Phalon?"

"By your powers alone, no. However, with the wheel it just might be possible."

I approached Phalon and stopped her. Though I was barely breathing hard, she had sweat dripping down her face and her clothes were sticking to her body. I felt bad about pushing her so hard, but I knew it needed to be done. "Hold out your wheel," I said. She looked at me confusingly for a second then did as I asked. With her holding one part I held another. "Okay, Montara. What do I do now?"

"Just imagine it being done and it will happen."

I didn't really understand, but I did as he asked. I closed my eyes and tapped into my wolf abilities. I looked around in the dark until I found what I wanted. Then, imagining a bridge between Phalon and me through the wheel, I passed a portion of the gift to Phalon. I heard Phalon's quick intake of breath and knew it had worked.

I let go of the wheel and opened my eyes. I was breathing a little harder now. The transfer had taken a lot out of me, though I knew I hadn't even tested my limits yet. "Does that feel better?" I asked.

Phalon nodded and said "If this is just a portion of what you have it's no wonder you aren't tired. I feel ready to run for another day or so."

"Then let's for we have a lot of time we need to make up."

Phalon, Little Dog, and I ran on through the day and into the night. We were able to set a faster pace now, and finally started closing the gap between us and Evergreen. Finally, after cresting a ridge, we saw Evergreen, crouched low in the brush. We approached cautiously, not sure if she knew us or not.

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EvergreenLM
(1/2/03 10:10:26 pm)

There Comes A Morning

Evergreen had ridden throughout the night. She entered and exited Morpheus’s lair numerous times, head bobbing, but hand steadfast on the pommel. Balius continued to carry his cargo to a place where destiny left off, and now, would begin anew.

The sun was teasing the horizon. Evergreen found herself atop a hill and seeing to one side the unmistakable Athena dressed in her belled, silver glory, flanked by her second, Elainis, and brother Ares in black. The Olympian contingent watched down upon a small group of women lying sleeping by a dying fire. Evergreen dismounted. There is something amiss here. The small Amazon gave Bailus the order to stay as she crouched down crawling through the brush to avail her ears to the godly conversation. She held her breath as her heart pounded with the fear of discovery as she moved closer to an audible range.

Phhwwwmp! From behind something, or someone, had flattened Evergreen to the ground. A hand quickly enclosed her mouth and a quite “shhhsh” was whispered in her ear.

“Don’t move…its me, Phalon. I have been tracking you since you were given the horse. I am tired and you had best not move when I let go of you.”

Evergreen tried to turn her head but was held fast in place. Her eyes focused upon movement in the brush. Oh, we are fodder for the gods…

Phalon sensed the new fear and whispered… “It’s only Black Wolf. I am going to release you. Promise me you will not bolt?"

Evergreen nodded in agreement. Slowly the hand was removed and the weight on her back rolled off to the side. They were lying nearly face to face.

Phalon whispered. “Down there…you saw them…they are your friends. Over there…those are our enemies who will destroy all that you hold dear. We must join this fight or we have already lost. Do you understand? Do you know who you are and what that means to the others?”

Evergreen rolled onto her back, closed her eyes, and heard voices from times past call her name. Visions of many battles trained across her memory with the picture of one person now so clear. Zena!

“Yes, I do remember! And I know what I is now expected of me.”

Without another sound, the trio retreated to where Balius awaits his champion. Evergreen mounts the great horse, draws her sword, and as she sees the flash of lightning, followed by a well known voice shouting a battle cry, Evergreen charges down the hill as Phalon and Black Wolf split, flanking one to the left and one to the right.

The sun rises on a new morning as the battle begins.

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"It is What it Is"

Edited by: EvergreenLM at: 1/2/03 10:20:28 pm

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Zena 1
(1/3/03 1:41:43 pm)

Now It Begins II

A thousand beady eyes turned to Zena as she entered into the mouth of the clearing. It took only a heartbeat before the movement began. The creatures surged forward and beat aagainst her like waves upon the shore. They were twisted and agile, bouncing and wriggling at her feet and squeaking like the infestation of of rats that Zena had seen at the Aegina seaport docks. “Get back! I’m warning you!” Zena shouted at them but they showed no sign of understanding Greek. One of the creatures bit her shin, sinking it’s teeth through her leather boot; the sword of Artemis came down and swept off it’s head. The squeaking stopped and is if they were of one body the creatures lept back forming a wide empty circle around Zena. She looked down, and to her horror the body grew a head, and the head grew a body! Where once was one now there were two! Fortified with this sight the creatures moved in again and Zena slashed at them hoping to wound them but not double their numbers. But each severed limb was replaced and each limb grew a new creature. As they grew in force they began to pile on top of one another, shielding Xendra from view on that side and becoming a one great wriggling creature. Zena concentrated on the smaller wall but it was clear that she would soon be overwhelmed.

Suddenly, at her back she felt a familiar presence and without turning her head to look at Evergreen she said, “’Bout time you got back. You missed dinner you know.” Evergreen grinned and replied, “ Breakfast too. Watch that one on your left.” Something strange had happened with the return of Evergreen for as Zena was forced to remove the clinging arm and tail of the one on her left with the sword, it fell to the ground and shrivelled up. No regeneration of the limbs took place. The pair backed the creatures into one pile and made ready to mow them down to get to Xendra.

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Zena
"Agere Sequitur Esse"



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BhenRudha
(1/4/03 5:31 pm)

Unkind Awakening

. . . and found herself upon the top of her hill in the Emerald Dream, facing a human looking Warrior. The raven was grinning with relief.

"I thought for a moment that you would refuse to listen to me. I do not know exactly what has us trapped, but now that you are here in the tearmann, you should be able to call the others."

Bhen Rudha had to take a deep breath to shake off the after effects of the nightmare. She realized that she was still gripping her axe, and slipped it back into her belt. Then she was finally able to respond, "Where are they?"

"Deeper than the tearmann, and true sleep they are trapped. Just as we were," Warrior answered, scanning the horizon over the priestess' shoulder.

"How did you know?"

"The Full Moon passed, and it was enough to grant me a kind of awakening. I am hoping that you will be able to do the same for Witch and Widow, so that we may wake together."

Nodding her understanding, Bhen Rudha concentrated her awareness on the two other ravens. She felt them as if they were a great distance away. Summoning her will, she cast a name into the darkness that still surrounded the Emerald Dream, "Cailleach."

She felt a flutter of response and spoke again, "Cailleach."

The connection blossomed, though the priestess could tell that Witch was disorientated. She called a third time, "Cailleach." A flash of lightening through the darkness and the amber-eyed raven stood wavering on her feet before them. Warrior caught the newly arrived Witch before she could fall.

"I have our sister, now call the Wise One."

Nodding so as not to waste time, she quickly hurled the eldest?s name into the darkness, "Baintreach."

Flickers of lightening danced through the darkness and Bhen Rudha could feel Widow's groggy response.

The second call was easier, "Baintreach."

The connection was made, and it seemed that the Widow had simply been waiting to be called. She spoke, holding out her hands to help catch the elder as she did so, "Baintreach."

With a brilliant flash of white light, a shockwave started at the top of the hill as the third raven appeared. It expanded in all directions, slicing through the darkness that still tried to keep them from waking.

"Now that was a pretty thing," Widow said softly as she finally steadied on her feet.

"Is everyone alright?" Bhen Rudha asked.

"Indeed," answered Witch, to which both the others nodded. Widow caught up one of the priestess' hands and gave it a gentle squeeze of thanks.

"It looks as if our simple reunion was enough to break most of the spell," Warrior remarked, pointing to patches of perfect blue sky that were starting to appear through the darkness.

"But we will need to finish before we will be able to leave," said Witch, who tucked a lock of black hair behind an ear. "I am not sure how we can accomplish that."

Looking out at the horizon, Bhen Rudha noticed that where shockwave has struck, the darkness was simply gone. She felt the answer come to her and spoke it aloud without really thinking it over, "We need to call light."

Immediately Widow agreed, "I do think that will do it." The old one held out one hand to Warrior and kept the priestess' hand firmly in the other.

Witch stepped between Bhen Rudha and Warrior, taking hands so that the circle was completed. "Together then, for it is unity that will defeat such darkness."

Warrior scanned the horizon a last time, her face grim. She took up the hands offered her and nodded, "Yes, let us finish."

Bowing her head with the others, the priestess took several deep breaths to help center and still herself. She could feel the knowledge of their task as a spark in her middle. Through her hands, she could feel the sparks of her sisters. Focused, she bent her will to make her spark blossom, to make her portion of a circle of light. Warmth suffused her arms and their energies were joined, moving like a tide sluggishly at first from right to left.

Bhen Rudha rocked side to side with the rhythm of the energies, trying to make herself into a conduit. The circle grew stronger, widening, filling her chest with heat. The others moved in time with her, closer to the moment when they would act as truly one. Faster and faster the tides of light flowed, each wave smaller as the connection between the four deepened.

As one their rocking ceased as the energy smoothed into a single surging ring of light. Four pairs of eyes snapped open, four heads came up, and four voices spoke a single word, "Solas."

It seemed the whole world lit in that instant. Darkness vanished as if had never been, leaving the Emerald Dream clean and safe once again.

Once the last after images finished playing with their eyes, Warrior sighed happily and said, "Well done my sisters. Now let us wake and find what the world has waiting for us."

"Let us indeed away," Witch agreed, already fading.

Squeezing the hands still held within her own, Bhen Rudha only nodded. For she was already making her way to her body, determined to follow the light to the waking world.

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BhenRudha
(1/4/03 8:55 pm)

Unkind Arrival

"Watch that one on your left," Evergreen said, quickly finding the battle rhythm with her friend and partner. The monsters fell easily to their swords, their only real challenge was their amazing numbers. Zena swung her glowing sword in vicious, controlled arcs, clearing whole swaths of the things, and still more came.

Xendra laughed manically, throwing her arms into the air, "Fools! You are too late! I have found my powers, and none can stand before me now." She stood in a gathering vortex of darkness, the ground beginning to shake in an ever-widening circle away from her. The air turned thin and noxious, carrying away the new warmth of the coming morning. Soon the few who could challenge the evil were fighting the very forces of nature along with the legions of monsters.

The sun's fingers were barely touching the sky, chasing away the remains of the night. As the golden disk tipped the edge of the horizon, a single word thundered over the area, coming from the East, "Solas."

Brilliant white light, also from the East, flooded the battlefield, driving the monsters back, and giving the heros a moment's breather. Xendra screamed as the darkness surrounding her was ripped asunder, leaving her unprotected from the battle. The burst had also disrupted her control over the elements, giving the band of Amazons the chance to press the attack.

Realizing this new opportunity, Zena repeated her warcry, and with Evergreen right behind her, flourished the blazing sword of Artemis, rejoining the battle.


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Weakness was the first thing Bhen Rudha felt as her spirit returned to her body. Apparently many days has passed while the four had lay within the magical darkness, the sleep itself having kept them alive. She felt cramped within the raven's body, and stretched, feeling her flesh grow to its natural form once again. Perched upon a tree branch, the priestess saw the three ravens shake their heads for clarity.

Unknowing of the affect their light had had in the real world, it was a few moments before the sounds of battle reached them. Concerned, Bhen Rudha climbed down the tree quickly, forcing her trembling limbs to obey. Once her feet touched earth, she was off towards the fray.

*Sisters, I will need your eyes as well this day I am afraid. When you are able, please...* she spoke through their ever-strengthening bond as she ran, hand axe already out and ready.

*Sister, I go,* came Warrior's reply as the raven burst above the treeline.

Before she reached the edge of the trees, the priestess was already seeing the lopsided battle taking place. More information came to her as the two other raven's went aloft. Soon she knew where all the players were, and what was needed.

*May the Goddess keep my blade keen and my senses sharp. It is in Her Name that I now go into battle,* Bhen Rudha spoke the words like a ritual, mentally committing herself to the group, and their cause. Strength was slowly returning to her body and she felt the fires of her warrior's heart. She needed nothing else . . . the Goddess had graced her, and she had a duty . . .

Without stopping, she screamed angry words in Gaelige and hit the Eastern edge of the gathered monsters like thunder. Her axe was keen, taking many in those first moments before the monsters realized they had a new enemy and retaliated.

A red haze tinted the edge of her vision, the beginnings of the madness. The priestess knew that the Goddess was with her. Laughter welled within, and she let it free in the face of the overwhelming odds.

The Bandroi an Cogadh had arrived.



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Zena 1
(1/6/03 6:30 pm)

The Arrival

The creatures collected around Xendra, climbing upon each other and intertwining their tales to form a living wall. Their mission was clear, they would shield their mistress with their own bodies. Zena and Evergreen exchanged a quick glance and charged forward determined to grab Xendra and somehow drag the good back from the evil. She was shrieking something that could barely be heard above the noise that the creatures in their formidable numbers made, and darkness coming forth from her struck the clearing like a weapon. As their swords cut through the living wall it became difficult to breath or to see and Zena reached out to pull Evergreen up by the back of her tunic as she stumbled in the poisonous air.

And then one single word rang through the trees: "Solas." In response light exploded from the east and the world was clean and bright again. For a moment the friends stood still and caught their breath; Xendra shrieked again and seemed to be failing in the brilliant light. Taking this as a sign of hope they ran at the creatures again, carving a wide path in front of them with steel and the divine sword of Artemis. Above the shrieking and squeaking Zena heard a new sound: strange words from a foreign tongue. Turning her head toward the voice she saw the sudden appearance of a fierce woman warrior, standing even taller than Zena herself with blazing red hair and an axe that took several creatures to their doom simultaneously. On the opposite side Evergreen also saw the warrior appear and her eyes widened at the sight.

“Who in the name of Zeus is THAT?”

“I don’t know! But it looks like she’s with us! Ask the questions later!”

Now three closed in on Xendra and their strength seemed to grow greater than their numbers.

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gabbyfan4ever
(1/6/03 10:23 pm)

Awakening

Gabbyfan awoke from a sleep that seemed to have lasted ages. After sitting up a little to fast for her own good, a feeling of dizziness overtook her, reminding her of the scuffle she had been in with Dante. Being careful to move more slowly, Gabby took in her surroundings, looking especially for Zena. All seemed quiet around the camp, but Gabby could not find her mother there.

Resolved to do something, anything other than lie there on the ground, Gabby decided to have a look around the woods and hopefully find Zena in the process. She did not want to disturb anyone, and figured she would just be told to stay in the camp if she asked permission.

Gabby silently slipped out of the camp, and put on her invisibility helmet just in case. Wandering no where in particular, but being careful not to make any noise, Gabby searched. It was not long before the young amazon heard the faint sounds of battle in the distance.

Gabby's heart dropped at the thought of her mother in danger, but she did not completely loose her good judgement. She made her way towards the sounds of battle just as silently as she had moved before.

Finally, the young amazon was within feet of the battle, and stopped to pick up a branch suitable to serve as a staff. She did not know how much good she would do in a fight under her present condition, but if her sisters were in danger she would fight nonetheless. Crawling on her stomach, Gabby pulled aside the branches of a bush to witness the scene unfolding in front of her.

Gabbyfan gasped at the sight of many legions of monters, all surrounding a wailing Xendra. Then to her despair she saw her sisters attempting to fight them off, with the aid of a women warrior she had never seen before. Her eyes automatically found Zena in the wild fray. Gabby's instincts wanted her to jump into the fight that very second, but she knew her rash decisions had gotten her and her family into trouble in the past. She had to think this out, but quickly. Her family was overwhelmingly outnumbered.

Deep in thought, Gabby absently took off her helmet, leaving her visible to any who looked her way.

Edited by: gabbyfan4ever at: 1/6/03 9:36:07 pm

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EvergreenLM
(1/7/03 7:41 pm)

Standing Ground

Evergreen’s vision quickly scanned the edge of the forest hoping to see Black Wolf and Phalon coming in from their flanking positions. With absolute certainty, the warrior knew that victory hinged on unity of the entire group.

The sum of their individual parts in this play for entertainment of the gods would grow into a unified force with an unstoppable will. What Evergreen did not expect to find was a wild eyed, red headed behemoth swinging a wicked axe.

As the stranger slashed through the wall of evil dominions, there was no time to assess trust. Actions paid her ticket to the melee, and bought her a right to stand firm with the Amazon sisters.

Evergreen made a quick affirmative nod, but was not foolish enough to turn an unprotected back to this red woman. She had danced with the seductive evil and would venture to assume it could mask its return for another twirl in the stars.

With sword held in two strong hands, aching shoulders continued their methodical swing, slash, thrust and push away, then moving on to the next waiting opponent. Evergreen’s side had been pierced. A crimson flower formed on the deer skin tunic.

Glancing back, the warrior saw a familiar young girl. Zena never saw her Amazon daughter remove the Helmet of Invisibility, nor the dark form rising from the earth at the young girl’s side.

Little Gabby!
For a moment, the warrior’s heart ceased to beat and time stood still. Evil came for its due and a blood innocent would be a shining token to possess and to barter with if the Amazons decided the day.

Evergreen screamed, “ Noooo!”
The warrior ran, jumping over a multitude of dead or dying creatures. Some grabbed at her boots no longer the color of a new fawn, but now matching the growing flower on her side. Turning and twisting, the warrior broke free with eyes and mind focused only on cheating evil of its prize.

“Put the helmet back on! Now…do it now!”

The dazed young girl cocked her head to one side as if not understanding the portent of the command being shouted through the noise of the battle.

Zena turned seeing the scene playing out to her back. “Daughter!”

Evergreen leaped through the air bringing down the young girl as she placed the Helmet on the blonde head. Although the warm body in her arms could be felt, it no longer could be seen.

The warrior rolled the young girl off to the side, picked up the bloodied sword, and with a twirl and a lunge, thrust it deep into the entity before her. Roaring resounded in the hills, the ground shook, and an untamed wind blew trees as if they were trying to touch the earth to cover and protect their roots. Warriors and opponents alike were blown about as if they were seeds from fragile pods.

The Amazons knew they had witnessed an event of significance. And yet, the day had not been decided and the battle raged on.

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(1/8/03 10:06 pm)

Joining Forces

Phalon crept through the brush on the outskirts of the clearing, lamenting the loss of her sword. The plan was for her and BlackWolf to separately flank the circle’s circumference, and meet up on the opposite side from which Evergreen and Zena were already battling the hideous creatures surrounding Xendra. She and BlackWolf would enter the battle there, hopefully a weak spot since attention should be focused on Evergreen and Zena. She would have felt much more confident, or at least less vulnerable, with sword in hand.

What weapon had she? The only item on her was Nemesis’ wheel. She took it from her belt now, and grasped it by the gold hub, lacing her fingers through the silver spokes. The wheel had helped her many times throughout this journey, but she supposed when Nemesis bestowed it upon her, the goddess had not intended it to be used as weapon in hand to hand combat. It was more of a mystical thing, enabling her to do and see things that would not normally be possible. Phalon tested the weight of it in her hand. The gold rim and hub made it heavy, and Phalon supposed many a creature would leave today’s battle dazed and confused from a whack to the head. Hey, you’ve got to work with what you’ve got, Phalon mused.

She and BlackWolf reached their predetermined spot at nearly the same time. As they readied themselves to burst into the clearing, a word rang through the valley, “Solas”. Light flashed and spread throughout the forest, eliminating any of the previous night’s darkness that still lingered in the early morning. Phalon instinctively raised her hands to shield her eyes from the brightness. When she did, the light hit the Nemesis’ wheel, still in her hand. Little triangles of light, let through the wheel’s spokes, illuminated the area around Phalon. Words rang in her head, “I am Nemesis, daughter of night, Goddess of Divine Justice and Vengeance. I dole out punishment to those both mortal and immortal. …Evil deeds are acts which bring forth my retribution.” She watched in wonder as the wheel, bathed in this light, began to change. The once heavy, blunt rim changed into a razor sharp edge, encircling the entire wheel’s circumference. A smile crossed Phalon's lips. Ha! Now this was a weapon!

The light’s brightness faded, leaving in its wake the filtered sunlight not unlike any other typical morning in the forest. It left something else, something unfamiliar. It seemed to deposit a tall woman, with short cropped red hair. Mighty blows from the axe she wielded left a large swath in the swarm of monsters in front of her.

BlackWolf and Phalon glanced at one another. Phalon said, “She’s fighting them, not us.” BlackWolf responded with a shrug, and together they entered the melee.

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Zena 1
(1/9/03 4:57 pm)

Grounded

The burst of light had bleached what was left of the creatures. Where once their skin had ben a toad colored green, they were now white and their bodies nearly transparent. The tall red haired woman had devised a methodical battle plan that seemed to garner excellent results and so Zena imitated the system. As they snarled and snapped around her shins “Red” as Zena had begun to think of her, stepped on the long ratlike tails and having pinned them in place used a swipe of the axe to lop off their heads. Tails and heads cluttered the space around them briefly but then shriveled in the light and became similar in texture and size to dried leaves. It was easier to hear now since their numbers and squeaking had been reduced and that was how Zena heard Evergreen shouting “ Noooo! Put the helmet back on! Now…do it now!” She brushed past Zena, running away from the battle to grab the momentarily visible Gabby and rolling over to kill some great black form that had poured from the earth. Her first thought was to join Evergreen but that would leave “Red” alone and Zena could not do such a thing. Then, as if from some ancient tale, Phalon and Black Wolf appeared and the creatures were soon polished off. “Pull back to the bushes”, Zena called. They huddled together at the site where Evergreen was now sitting up, catching her breath. “Red” never took her eyes from Xendra who had grown quiet and with head bowed seemed to be brooding in a pile of dry “leaves”. The friends embraced each other in turn, grateful to see each other after their long separation. They did not see that the dark form Evergreen had slaughtered had become a rivulet of inky fluid which was trickling down through the grass toward Xendra.

Zena knelt between Evergreen and Gabby and having assured herself that the stain on Evergreen’s tunic came from a minor wound, turned toward the flattened grass that marked the place where Gabby sat.
“How many times do I have to tell you that when I give an order I want it obeyed? Once again Gabby, you have nearly caused one of your sisters to be hurt or worse. If you cannot behave as an Amazon I will treat you as a child! And not even as an Amazon child because they obey orders and you do not.”
“Aww, Mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...I just didn’t think.”
“That’s right. You don’t think. Don’t be sorry Gabby, just improve!”
“B..b..but Mom..”
“Shh, Kiddo. Don’t say anything more,” Evergreen warned Gabby.
Zena glared at the grass where she presumed Gabby sat. “I’ll deal with you later. Now sit over there while we plan what to do, you haven’t earned the right to be part of the war council.”
Gabby moved over as she was told, glad that no one could see her embarressed tears and wondering how her mother could have turned against her.
Evergreen shook her head at Zena. “You were too hard on her.”
“Evergreen, she has to learn to be a part of the tribe or she will kill herself and perhaps take us all with her.” Zena’s firm words hid her aching heart.
As they began to trade thoughts on a possible course of action, the inky trickle reached the pile of “leaves”.

Edited by: Zena 1 at: 1/9/03 10:23:15 pm

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phalon1
(1/15/03 9:21 pm)

Where the River Flows

After it was assured that Evergreen’s wound was not life threatening, the small group took a brief moment to revel in their victory and rejoice in their reunion. They all knew though, that the battle had just begun and the real victory was a long way off, and their reunion was not complete. There were those that had not chosen to join the fight yet. BhenRhuda quickly introduced herself, and then the band of women discussed what their next possible move should be.

Phalon listened to options laid forth, and plans being made. As she listened, she absentmindedly began to balance Nemesis’ wheel by its hub on the tip of her index finger, and spin the wheel with her opposite hand. What a marvelous weapon it had turned out to be. Its golden rim sliced through the scores of creatures swarming around Xendra effortlessly and was now darkened by the blood of the monsters it had slain. Phalon watched it spin round and round, mesmerized by the gold and silver flashes, intermingled with streaks of inky black that was the creatures' blood.

“Phalon! Phalon! Pay attention”, Evergreen snapped.

“Yes Phalon, now is not the time to play with your new toy. We’ve got to figure out what lays ahead”, Zena added. “Besides, your spinning thing is spraying creature guts all over my tunic.”

Phalon had to chuckle, looking at Zena’s tunic. It was covered in smears of blood from the fight. What harm would a few more drops make? They were right though, of course. She had let her mind wander when it was imperative that their next move be quick and decisive. She reached to stop the wheel from spinning.

As the wheel stopped, a single drop of demon blood flung from the rim and seemed to hang suspended in the air, as if to search which direction it would fall. Time seemed to stand still for Phalon, as she watched the droplet slowly descend towards the earthen floor of the forest and change direction, so that it landed, not where logic would have it land, but in an entirely different place. It found what it was seeking and then plunked itself in the pool of blood belonging to the creature Evergreen had slain moments earlier. Ker-plop! Tiny splashes as the drop hit the puddle seemed to reach out, propelling themselves forward. Their course decided, the whole pool seemed to follow. Phalon watched in horror and recoiled backward as the small trickle gained momentum and flowed passed her feet. She could hear the others still discussing plans in the background, but she could not take her eyes off the stream at her feet that made it’s own path to a destination to which the way was known.

Phalon did not look up when she heard Zena scream, “Look!” Her gaze did not follow the others, who turned their heads to look where Zena was pointing. She didn’t turn her head to see the place where Xendra stood, moments before surrounded by empty hulls of unearthly beings. She already knew what she would see.

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(1/19/03 10:37 am)

Delicous Secrets

Xendra surveyed the darkness, her senses were on high alert. Something was amiss for Xendra could feel an approaching sense of goodness.Her senses tingled telling her of their presence and their growing strength … she did not need a report to tell her that the Amazons were afoot.

However, numerous reports poured in, Xendra grew impatient as nearly every minion under her reign and submission reported on the Amazon’s approach and their status. Every report said the same thing…that the Amazons were reuniting and slowly gathering to attack.

Xendra watched in disgust as a small group of Amazons approached. Xendra angrily fumed and yelled as if they could hear her:

"Fools! I do not fear you! You are too late! I have found my powers, and none can stand before me now. Bow down and pledge your allegiances to me and I MAY spare you!
You had your chances now suffer my wrath! You want a war I shall give you a war! A war of dimesions and enemies you have never seen or even imagined.
Enemies that once slain will only gather to rise again. You will try in vain to vanquish the unvanquishable!!!! Muhahahahaha….”

Xendra defiantly called upon every evil creature in existence-as she ordered them forward, there appeared a gathering vortex of darkness, the ground shook with violent and resounding revirberations, forming, an ever-widening circle, an eeerie wall of sorts consisting of countless monsters, demons, spirits and minions of every shape and substance...

Every creature under her command encircled Xendra,anxiously awaiting her every order and whim.

Xendra barked her orders at the creatues“You’re duty- Your obligation is to obey and to protect me! You will do as I say or suffer the consequences! Listen to me carefully, You are not to Kill the Amazons! That will be my sole duty and pleasure ...Each of you are to break their spirits, wound them , capture them but do not slay them for they are mine! Muhahahahaha!

I want our weakest but most fiercest looking creatures on the front line .. so they will think they have defeated the best we have …Muhahhaha They will come for me full of confidence and sure of self and then we shall hit them with forces they have never seen or imagined….

Xendra let out a gleeful laugh.

This battle will be unlike any ever known or foretold for the very forces of nature will have to chose sides, some will join the fray choosing to side with the Amazons..some will join choosing us and will fight alongside OUR legions of monsters, demons and the minions of darkness.



Xendra finished her diatribe and surveyed the area of the approaching battle, yes this would be an excellent place for the Amazon’s demise...

Xendra wondered did they not know realize that failure would certainly mean the end of the Amazon line?.. Xendra silently pondered the idea of the end of the Amazon line …What an intriquing thought!

Xendra shook her head there would be time later to delight in that thought.. for Now the battle was at hand…Muhahahaha

As Xendra finished chuckling she heard a piercing wail, she spun around and saw a woman with flaming red hair fast approaching ,slashing her way through the first wave of monsters.

As they neared, Xendra revealed herself and began manically laughing, Xendra beckoned them on. Taunting them, wanting them to enter into the circle.

Suddenly, out of nowhere apppeared Lil Gabbyfan standing all too near Xendra, looking a bit bewildered. Xendra stared at Zena and Evergreen she could see the desperation in their eyes asthey realized it was Lil Gabby in the center of the battle..for a mere second Xendra considered grabbing the young Gabby and the prized posession upon her head...but Xendra wistfully thought no.. let them have this brief moment of happiness..for I have enough misery in store for them.
Xendra watched with odd curiousity as she witnessed the visible relief on their faces as Lil gabby was returned safely to them.


Xendra smiled a real smile for just a second .It soon turned into a wicked and devious smile as she gave her full attention back to barking orders at her groveling minions.

This line of creatures moved with fluidity and a unison of motion. Each came forward to fill the gap of slain monsters, but these creatures were different than the last…they held a delicious little secret….


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Zena 1
(1/19/03 7:17 pm)

A River Runs Through It

The grass that was depresssed by Gabby’s weight lifted a little as she rose and her footsteps could be seen crushing the weeds in the field as she walked over to a distant tree and sat down again. Zena followed her invisible daughter’s track, sighed and shook her head. Her fingers lightly touched Evergreen’s left shoulder, feeling the course stitches in the leather as she as she sat down next to her. Evergreen, always battle ready, was plotting their next move with little stones representing each woman there. Black Wolf seemed intent on her plan but “Red” kept her gaze on the deflated Xendra as she gave short, strong swipes at her axe blade with a sharpening stone. Phalon was not present in mind at all for she had begun to play with a chakrum like object that she had in her possession. It was covered with gristle and blood and the spinning motion was shooting the contents at Zena. She sputtered and turned her face away as Evergreen suddenly noticed the lack of cognizance she was receiving from the little army.

“Phalon! Phalon! Pay attention”, Evergreen snapped.

Zena turned back and added, “Yes Phalon, now is not the time to play with your new toy. We’ve got to figure out what lays ahead. Besides, your spinning thing is spraying creature guts all over my tunic.” Disgusted, she looked down and plucked a loose toe and tail from her sleeve. As she flicked them off her leather tunic Zena’s thoughts wandered around the group.

She thought: “I wonder if you could eat these things. They smell like some kind of lizard. I smell like some kind of lizard. Evergreen looks good. Rested. Wonder where she’s been. Wonder if she’ll ever tell me. From the side like this I can see Leara in her. By the Gods! How do I start a conversation on that subject?? That ring Phalon has must be one of the gifts from the gods. It must do something besides spin. Black Wolf is different somehow. Stronger. More confident. I didn’t think she could be any more confident. And then there’s “Red”. What kind of accent is that? How do we know she won’t turn that axe against us? She’s watching Xendra with a look that could turn her to stone.”

As these final thoughts passed through Zena’s mind she saw “Red” stiffen and stop sharpening her axe. Zena saw what “Red” saw and she shouted “Look!” Xendra had gathered her power again from the inky stream that ran from where they were down to her nest in the creature hulls. She was rising up as some great beast does that has been asleep and smells an easy meal. Her hands raised up to the sky and clouds raced to obey. The air was filled with electricity and the sound of thunder echoed through the valley. A storm broke and beat down upon them with a ferocity that they had not seen since their ship was wrecked on the coast. The winds were tearing their weapons from their hands and they held on to each other as they tried to make a stand of nearby trees. Communication was impossible for the sound of the storm was pounding in their ears and swallowing up their voices. A human enemy is easily conquered by warriors but a natural one holds all the power in battle. They were hanging on with ebbing strength to anything the wind could not take and pulling each other toward the treeline. In the struggle Zena had one thought, “Where was Gabby?”

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"Agere Sequitur Esse"



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Re: THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER II



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EvergreenLM
(1/19/03 10:35 pm)

Could It Get Any Worse?...Don't Answer That

“Phalon, stop that, pay attention!” By the gods above, and more recently in front of us, give me patience.

Patience was not a virtue associated with Evergreen. She preferred to get down to business and the remnants of their ever dwindling numbers were seemingly deep into personal dreamscapes.

Nobody was listening, nobody was focusing, and Evergreen was especially agitated at the repeated scrape…scrape of Red’s never ending act of sharpening that intimidating axe. Evergreen shuttered. Scary one that Red. And who in the Hades understands a word she says. But, I guess, she doesn’t have to speak to get the message across of what she can, and will, do with that gleaming blade.

Evergreen toyed with the idea of falling on her own sword and letting the creatures suck up the resulting mess. At least the enemy paid attention to the matter at hand.

Glancing at Zena, the thought occurred to the agiated Amazon that Zena was actually relishing the bloodied bits and pieces flung her way by Phalon’s spinning wheel. It was just too much to take in. Have they all been visited by Amachania in their waking dreamscapes?

The worried warrior longed for the days that a cohesive group of Amazons at least fought a common enemy-the Romans. Once you ran through a Roman with a blade, they stayed dead. The enemy before them so much resembled the Proxidicae in their ability to regenerate. Too bad we don’t have a Titan bone…but Zena would have already made an immense broth from it.

Zena, as if she had heard unspoken thoughts, rose and touched Evergreen’s shoulder. It was an act veiled in checking a wound, but more so in checking her friend’s growing uneasiness at the lack of response from the group.

The gesture did not matter, for in an instant, the powers of nature seemingly had joined sides with the enemy. Reveries were soon broken when the women were suddenly being tossed about, as in an east wind blown from Apeliotes mouth, like flying parchments, or sails not securely bound to the mast.

Evergreen feared that there was no end in site of this protracted battle. And, since no plan had been formulated, the group would have to think on their feet-if they could stay standing.

And just when ya think it can't get any worse...

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"It is What it Is"

Edited by: EvergreenLM at: 1/19/03 9:50:38 pm

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Zena 1
(1/20/03 2:34 pm)

Worser And Worser

“It feels like it’s getting worse!” Zena thought as they crawled along the field linked in a human chain, hauling themselves from stump to stone. Evergreen was the last link and Zena had her by the back of the tunic, pulling her along as they moved. She was yelling something but the taller Amazon couldn’t hear her voice against the wind. “By the Gods Evergreen, it’s a good thing you are so small. You are nearly a flying parchment as it is!” Zena herself was almost airborne but her grip on Black Wolf’s belt kept her in touch with the ground. She couldn’t see ahead so she simply had to trust that Phalon and Red were anchoring themselves in the trees at the head of the chain. When she could lift her head she tried to see back to the tree where Gabby had sat down but sheets of rain obscured her view.

The horrible howling wind increased and rain tore at their skin until it was almost impossible to open their eyes. The temptation to give up and just let go of each other was as strong as the power of Xendra, but love is still the ultimate force and binder. So they held each other tighter and hoped for the best, each concentrating on their place in the chain. If Zena could have seen ahead she would have known that help was gathering it’s strength in the heart and form of a wild Celtic priestess.

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blackwolf
(1/21/03 10:44 am)

Wonderings

Everything was happening so quickly it was hard to take in. So much had happened in the short time that Phalon and I had rejoined the group that it was hard to take in.

When Phalon and I had circled around to come at the enemy from behind, I reached behind to grab my ever present sword. The only problem was that my sword was not present at the time. I thought back quickly and realized the Evil had taken it when I had been captured. I vowed to get it back, but that would have to come later. At the moment I was weaponless. I looked around and found a large limb with small, strong branches sticking out of it laying nearby. I grabbed it and created a handle by rubbing a stone over one end of it, leaving the other end covered in the branches. Just as I had completed this, a bright light flashed over the clearing. When my eyes cleared, I noticed a woman with really short red hair swinging a mighty axe through the horde of monsters. Phalon and I looked at each other, shrugged, and then joined in the melee. Phalon used her spinning wheel which had been turned into a chakram, and I used my branch like a mace. The monsters thick hide though quickly broke down the spiky branches and I was just left with a thick club. However, this proved just as effective because with my new strength I was able to knock their heads clean off.

The battle soon ended afterwards and we regathered to decide what to do and to check injuries. I tried to pay attention to Evergreen as she talked about strategies and things but it was very difficult to do. For one thing I was studying the "Red" woman out of the corner of my eye. She was sharpening her axe and seemingly ignoring us. She intrigued me. Her strength was equal to mine if not greater. She had great powers...she had already demonstrated that. I could tell she had led a tough life from the anger and hate I saw in her eyes. I recognized the expression quite well. The few words she had spoken were so heavily ladeled with an accent that it was very difficult to understand what she was saying. What little I was able to understand was the name Bhen Rudha, celtic, and preistess. The ever present ravens nearby also interested me. I knew from the way that they and the woman acted that they were extremely close, almost bonded in a way like Montara and I had been. I could tell from her expression and actions that she was talking to them, but I knew that their bond was not like my bond had been. Though my bond had been unusually strong, theirs was much stronger. There was an ever present hum at the back of my head like voices, but the harder I tried to concentrate on the hum the more it became blocked. I asked Montara about it all, but he was strangely silent. I knew he hadn't left because I could still feel him. He too was concentrating on the woman and the ravens, though more so on the ravens. He wasn't answering my questions though, and that worried me.

The other thing on my mind was Little Dog. We had lost him right before we'd joined the battle. I knew he could take care of himself, but I was still worried. At first I hadn't paid any attention to him, thinking of him more of a nuisance than anything else. Then, when we were traveling, I found that he and I could communicate. He really didn't have much to say as it went. Just how much he loved his new family and how much he was excited that he could help out. He was also worried about them, not knowing if he'd ever see them together again to play with him. He and I had grown a kinship as we had run together, and I missed him.

My thoughts were interrupted by the rising of Xendra (whom I found out had given in to the Evil and was now commanding his army). She was filling the ranks that we had killed with more monsters, and though they didn't look as fierce, some innate sense told me that these were more dangerous then the last. Then, Xendra called forth a great storm to beat at us and try to blow away. We all tried to find shelter in the trees, Phalon and Red leading the way, keeping low to the ground. Zena had grabbed Evergreen, and I was holding on to he with all my strength. The wind was so strong they almost blew away out of my grasp. Using all of my will, I followed Phalon and Red as they crept over the ground. I realized that we had lost Gabby for she had put on a helmet that turned her invisble right before the storm had begun. I could only hope she was taking care of herself.

The humming in my head grew louder, more agitated. I looked around and noticed through the driving rain that Red's ravens were in front of the woman, using her body to help shield them from the storm. A couple looked agitated, ruffling their feathers a lot and shrieking. The other looked unnervingly calm, glancing at the others and at Red occassionly. She even glanced my way and held my stare once. I had to force myself to not look away, such was the power and force of her stare. The humming became almost discernable, but once again I reached for it and it was ripped away. Frustrated, I forced all my concentration on staying rooted to the ground.

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"To fight for what you believe in and to never give up is to have the heart of a wolf."



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Re: THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER II



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Leara
(1/21/03 2:07 pm)

Water Water not a drop to drink

The fire slowly died away with litttle notice of those sitting around it, the way tiime slips by when you are not carefully marking it's passing. My mind is still unsettled about my last conversation with Zena. I'd like to give this day a new start but I'm not sure it would change the outcome any. I feel like there is something that should be said however all the things that come to mind are not anything that would change the feeling so I wait for the right words.

Suddenly Zena rose shedding her blanket and raising the still glowing sword of Artemis, she boldly proclaimed war on our common enemy. I sat in a awe of her as she sprang into action.

Imagine I am dreaming but the first rays of the dawn fell upon me causing my ears to pay attention to Zena's last words "Straight north in the swamp." Then Zena vanished silently in the half light of the dawn into the brush.

At last it is finally OK to leave and do something about this thing that has stalked and taunted us. I rose and followed Zena a little slower as my body was still a little stiff. I could see the clearing and Zena crossing it and then like always I find myself tumbling.

When I sat up my foot ached and shot pain up my leg. I reached down to feel it and was met by the stinging waters of the swamp. I struggled to free my foot from the hole in which it was caught fast in a pit of watery mire. It was cold and black as ink and the stinging cold seemed to draw strength and life from my body. My foot continued to be numb despite it being out of the waters of the swamp. As I sat there waiting for the feeling to return I realized the I needed to free the waters that all this dreaming and such about water has been to prepare me to see what I am supposed to be doing.

I follow the waters to their source slowly and careful not to fall back into another hole. If I could free the waters then it would cleanse the battlefield and strengthen the fighters upon it. The closer I came to the source the stench grew worse.

From the bushes I watch a creature that seemed to be guarding the spring and pool. It had a black gooey body its legs aimlessly threading through the murky waters like a child on a pier. It looked up and looked around like it knew that someone was there. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. It had a most bueatiful head. The creatures eyes were blue and glassy like a clear mountain lake and it's mouth was a pretty green like the sea. The head was covered in a bueatiful white like the caps of the waves of the sea. The eyes struck me as odd they seemed to retain an innocence that could not be erased despite the evil and the creatures present form.

The creature even more intently began to scan the area. It paused a little longer each time as it's gaze fell across my position. I shoved an innocent little bunny rabbit out of the bushes and into the sight of the clearing. The bunny quickly ran for another spot of cover to escape the gaze of the creature. I needed time to decide what to do about the creature. Time had run out for all of us and the battle with Evil had already begun.

"Come out from the bushes! I know that you are there. Come out and let us have a fair fight." the creature boomed then gently erupted in laughter like a small child that laughs at its own joke.

My heart raced. Now what?! I had little choice but I would go down fighting what other way is there to go. I stood from my crouched position staring at the creature. I stepped out into the clearing and planted my feet ready for what ever the creature had in mind to throw my way.

"What do we have here?" the creature mocked. "A Roman with a Greek dieties weapon. I should have expected as much you people are such a cunning and amoral group. Nice work capturing such a fine weapon I will accept your surrender and oath of allegiance on behalf of the Evil one and my master. Hand over the Trident." the creature demanded.

"Am I so easy to read? You should know better than to assume you know every thing." I reply trying to buy some more time to think.

"You are a Roman there is nothing else to know. Now hand over the Trident!" it angrily demanded.

"I am just supposed to allow you to take the credit. I think not. Besides you have misjudged me." I then thrust the trident into the creatures leg. To my surprise it did not cry out only smiled and baited me again.

"O yes Roman you serve and yet you deny. Come openly admit your nature. Allow it to be free and prosper." the creature taunted.

I obliged and thrust the trident into it's other leg.

"Ah! Yes more Roman More!" It cried.

I let go of trident realizing that my anger was feeding the creature. It grasped the trident in its gooey hands and began to leap and skip about gloating in its victory. It swung the trident around plunged the trident into the waters. "Roman now you will be baptized into the waters of my master and your master." it roared.

The waters began to churn and become blacker some how the evil of the gooey monster was being transfered into the waters. Posidens warning echoed in my ears, " The Trident serves the weilder." I had to regain the Trident. I leapt and engaged the creature in a struggle for the trident. We tumbled into the black icy waters.

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BhenRudha
(1/23/03 3:41 am)

Fierceness and Freedom

Part of Bhen Rudha was disappointed that the immediate fighting was over. It had been the first time in many years she had tasted the gift that had brought her to the Goddess' service. She was a berserker, and life was sweetest when the fighting was fiercest. Freedom became less abstract when viewed through a haze of approaching battle madness.

The crimson that tinted the edges of her vision keep her eyes locked on the enemy that waited for them still. She stood with the group, and while she had not been introduced, she knew them all from her ravens. Zena had called them back, and now Evergreen was trying to give the small group some sort of strategy. But she just could not bring herself to pay full attention and found her hands caressing the edge of her axe with a stone. The constant motion was enough to keep her from throwing herself at Xendra.

She knew the others did not trust her, that was only to be expected. So after a brief, "I be Bhen Rudha, from tha isle o' Eriu. I be priestess o' tha Goddess, an' here ta be helpin' ye," she remained quiet and let them talk around her.

Flicking a glance toward Blackwolf, the priestess felt again the tentative brush of the other woman's mind. There was a familiar masculine flavor to the sliding contact, which made Bhen Rudha wonder about the true relationship between the woman and Montara. Perhaps when this was over, they would have a chance to talk, she had a feeling that Blackwolf and herself had more than just a little in common.

Her sisters still flew overhead, giving her a near constant flow of information, and part of her wondered at her ability to assimilate it all without faltering. However, it was with her own eyes that she first saw the movement of the inky "blood" as it trailed back to its mistress. The Greek words caught in her throat, and she nearly growled as she managed to say, "Look!"

The group had just enough time to understand what was happening to Xendra when the fury of the winds was unleashed upon them. As the first wall of air pummeled them, Bhen Rudha threw herself to the ground, grabbing Phalon, who happened to be closest, as she went down. At the contact, the seeress was assaulted, with images of a lavish room, a pasty faced, obese man leering over her, and the feel of heavy iron around her throat. Despair clothed her, fear fed her and hatred rocked her to sleep. In the jumble of sensations, she heard the word Gaza whispered in a man's inebriated voice.

Before Phalon could struggle away from the grip and visions forced upon her by her gift, a single image snapped to clarity . . . triple ravens, bound in a circle. Everything else faded as the ravens became bright and sharp-edged in her mind . . . then gradually a hill, covered in emerald green grass with a perfect summer blue sky. Words came gently, directly to her mind, and while the seeress could tell they were not Greek, she understood them anyway, *I beg pardon for my intrusion, for I did not know you had the kenning sense. If you can forgive my lapse, I will assure you it will not happen again.*

Phalon blinked and found herself staring into Bhen Rudha's green flecked amber eyes. She was disoriented for a moment before the evil inspired storm reminded both women of the seriousness of the situation. The priestess chopped her axe into the ground and used the handle as leverage to haul herself forward, clinging onto Phalon's belt. Finding a sort of halted rhythm, the pair worked to help the small band of women to the dubious shelter of the trees.

Edited by: BhenRudha at: 1/23/03 5:26:43 pm



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