#Diamexia

[irelia-ad]

Story - The Indeterminate Continuance

I’m going to regret writing this one so late. I get dramatic when sleep deprived. 

Oh well... *Shrug*

Enjoy.

The view onto the vibrant woods of Eversong or the distant sea has never quite been the same with the imposing presence of Argus in the sky. The green glow from the radiated world beaming down onto their lands from above, giving anything that catches its rays a bleak and corrupted look. The soft breeze from the sea that normally calms feels different. Irelia sighs before walking back inside, still thinking on what is to come from events thus far.

House Firestar continues on in its heightened state. With the recent loss of their Lord and Lady, few to none were prepared to rest easy with their new Lord of the house missing and presumably being set up and being used as a tool in the hands of a human Shadowmancer. Their house functions off the highest ideas for how people should act. People will ambitions to train do so with the highest standards of skill and practice. Those of the house who walk the kingdom do so with pride of the name they represent. Nobody wanted to see that name, that image tarnished by the actions of a human.

Irelia roames her home slowly, watching around for something before arriving to where she intended to go. What she was watching and searching for being exactly where she wanted to find them. Her son smiles up at her with a babyish toothy smile. He walks around semi-awkwardly fighting against gravity to not stumble over. She smiles back, recently having the pleasure of returning home one day to discover her husband with her son walking their first steps. Though, to her dismay, her son then quickly then inherited another trait from his father on learning to walk.

Going missing for her to then have to find them in the most ridiculous of places.

There is also the habit of grabbing on to the nearest hanging object and yanking it off. Irelia wishes for the days where her son would appreciate fine necklaces instead of looking at it and grabbing the shiny thing. She picks them up slowly and holds them, sitting down with them until they drift off to sleep. She slowly places them down once more into their new crib, one they can’t walk out off and go missing again, before smiling and walking to her own room. She joins her husband, sharing the events of the day and enjoying listening to the tales of his more domesticated life with their son as they get ready to go to bed.

The morning consists of her dressing into some more casual attire suited for her to roam the house and eat something. Before doing that she checks in on Kael’rys. Still sleeping. Irelia, every morning before leaving has to fight off the urge to wake the sleeping child and spend some time with them and feed them in the morning. She leaves it however knowing her husband has such in hand. She can always fuss her son when she gets home. With their search for their Lord coming to an end, she smiles at her plan to enjoy a calm walk around the scenic locations of the estate with her son and husband.

Such can’t be done with her still here. She prepares herself before changing into her robed battle armour and setting off to Sunstrider Isle. Their current base was deemed unsafe for a reason she still has to seek out. She walks into the familiar location giving a sharp salute to those gathered around her. Those gathered being the elite of their kingdom, the Thori’belore. They all slowly start to be illusioned into different sets of equipment. The illusionist must not have liked the way she looked at them or something because the result of her illusion was less than satisfactory, complete with a helmet to hide her face. She hoped her husband couldn’t see her due to the fact she would never hear the end of him talking of her old helmets and how he disapproved of her wearing them.

She also receives a stone to which she uses before they depart. Once scrubbing herself of identifying items she uses the stone changing her eyes blue in another form of illusion concealment. She catches her reflection, finding her appearance as a Quel’dorei to be unsettling after all these years. Once everyone has prepared, the portal was open and the mission began.

She arrives through into a dry and crisp environment. Once through, their presence was quickly noted by the humans they were seeking to capture or destroy. Among them was Lord Firestar. Irelia, followed by the others of the Sun’s Fury moved in to take them down. The wind rushed through her armour differently to how it appeared on her, but such was a minor distraction. Her main focus was currently on the Lord to observe where his attention lay. With him being busy, she slammed into one of the first humans who all appeared as different members of the order. The fight did not last long. Some scrapes and bumps to herself which would show once the illusion was down. However, some including Nivendi’en had escaped through the portal he was creating at the time. Magistrix Narindiel Windblaze set to work tracing the portal whilst the captured humans were sent to the spire and the rest of the collected was checked for wounds.

The portal was soon re-established. A small dialog between the Magistrix and Agent Diamexia over the comms devices happened to gather more information. Such devices were out of use to allow for such to happen. They make their way through the portal.

Irelia walked into the yellow open lands of Westfall. It seemed to be a windy day, such blowing through her as she glanced around. The sun shone through clear skies as it started to settle into night and the chill from the sea slowly starts to climb inland. Her observations were soon disrupted by the sounds of chaos and panic. Nivendi’en and the humans had started their dark plot against the human village. Panicked humans fled from its direction, setting the Thori’belore off on their mission once more.

They reach their target to an unwelcoming sight. A small little barn sits damaged and surrounded by the Thori’belore. At least it appears that way with the humans made to look like them. In front of the barn is an unfortunate human mother and their child meeting their end. The controlled Lord of their house ending their existence effortlessly by imploding their heads. Irelia had spared and viewed spars with her husband in the past. She has viewed magics destructive nature when in the hands of the mages of her house. She knew that if left unchallenged, Lord Firestar would reek destruction quickly on their numbers. They attack quick enough to have the drop on them, so she dashes forward, slashing and slamming through the human lines to confront the Lord and hold him off long enough for the others to remove the residual threat of the humans so they can all capture him in unison.

Irelia knew the risk she was taking to hold the Magister up to prevent him using his destructive magic on their gathered forces. She was confident that with her current skill she would at least succeed in slowing him down. Time never even slowed as she neared the danger. The first blow struck from behind her. It all happened so fast. First a large impact of shadow struck her from behind, its effects almost staggering her but also annihilating her barrier protecting her. All her senses flared, even the rune on the side of her neck as Lord Firestar saw her attack and called the arcane to him. She was so close to being able to disrupt him at close range. But all she heard was a quick sound of bending metal followed by an intense pain and blurred vision. She feels the air rush through her armour and over what little exposed skin she has. She almost passes out from hitting the ground, feeling a sharp pain elsewhere in her body, unable to identify it as her senses are washed over with head pain as the useless helmet on her head sits crushed inwards onto her.

She lies there, feeling like a fool for taking her risky plan and being brushed aside like nothing. Being caught off guard and losing her defense against the mage and being incapacitated. She never intended in winning against such odds, but to at least be able to land a single blow. The thoughts of humiliation were pushed aside as she felt a new presence near her. She managed to make out the face of Lord Starshield trying to move her. She is forced to do nothing as she can do only that. But this becomes an issue at the large building fel presence in the sky above the priest. She was all too familiar with what causes such an effect as was helpless to warn her aid. She sees through blurred vision the ball of fel as it flies down to them both at high speed. In her last moments all she could think of was how that walk would have been like when she returned home. Her vision fills with green, and then nothing.

The chaos of the battlefield elevates as a loud explosion of fel shakes the ground in the back ranks of fight. Those who could see the result would see councillor Starshield and Sunglance grounded and unmoving. Sunglance with her armour completely ripped apart and ruined and Starshield in a similar state. They are all forced to continue their fight, Narindiel only just managing to send the two injured away. Lord Firestar now turning his wrath on the rest of the Sun’s Fury.

The chaos followed the two on their arrival to the spire. Both quickly taken away into medical care by the priests. Both taken to separate areas, Irelia is soon in the care of very concerned priests who all look at her with doubt. She lives, but they wonder for how long. Hours are spent as the fel taint covering her stopping her healing needs to be cleansed, the helmet removed and her broken form repared. All of these issues needing to be done fast. More hours pass once the critical issues are resolved. But her state remains just as dire. She lies, unmoving as progress keeps on being made. Sometimes some would enter the room to see her and leave. Time and time again such, would happen. Irelia, still unaware to what has happened.

Once more stable she is taken home. Not how she wished to return. The house taking up a different atmosphere as she is laid down to continue her rest and healing.

As a week passes, she remains asleep. Spire priests officially declaring it as a comatose state. Her son wonders why the evening visits have stopped, and why mother has been so inactive. By now official word would have been sent out to the organisations she serves such as the Thori’belore and the Halls of Blood. Sin’dorei know loss. They will move on without her as her place is filled and her roles reassigned. But for now, at home she lies with her life in question as she sleeps with those close to her waiting for her to awaken. But for how long? If Ever?