Heleion Archives

33^rd of January, 57^th of the Neo-Dawn Era. Harbor Home District of Ang-Saellirith, Capital of Naireanth.

            “Aw shit, just my luck.” Kateriia, a dracorith vordriar with a complexion reminiscent of the darkest hours of the night, with contrasting alabaster scales matching her hair’s hue, said. A snow of the softest, wet kind started to fall from the sky just as the sun reached below the horizon, hiding behind the imposing walls of the Arkadien Mountain Range a bit further from the city. A rich deep blue and mauve hue blanketed the Dyaniroth River coursing through the capital’s southern districts, including the Harbor Home District.

The Harbor Home District serves as the lodging for the various naval visitors as the river itself runs across the country, connecting numerous cities until it reaches the western shores beyond the mountain. The Blundaeorn Tower is one such establishment for maritime travelers to stop at, purchased recently by the Black Rose as another venue to fund themselves. It is one of the many recently built Reach Towers, buildings with at least hundred floors, built in the capital. It follows the rigid style of the north, instead of being round shaped, it possesses hard edges with landing platforms at each direction of the compass at every twentieth floor.

“Next time I’ll change with Shadhaa.” She stepped out onto the relatively thin stone bridge drenched in fluid snow after a deep exhale. Her mauve eyes with slit pupils focused on the large square platform hanging sixty floors above the large courtyard. Her right hand tightened around her wand pistol’s wooden handle as it rested in its holster as she slowly approached the landing anxiously.

“Just don’t look over.” Her perfectly symmetrical dark lips quivered as she uttered those words with a gulp that even rustled her high, sharply folded blouse collars etched between her dragonid faux leather jackets. A part of her wished to look at least to the sides as the capital lit up seemingly in unison in a myriad of warm lights that seemed beautiful from this height. She was even teased by one of her friends and Sisters that with how the city’s been built in the past, the enormous dragon statue in the center is highlighted in prismatic colors.

While in the beginning, settlers built their large nomadic camps near the banks of the Dyaniroth river back before the First Demonic Crusade. Legends tell that the first settlers were a tribe of humans and elves who were hunting a large black dragon across the northern tundras a few thousand kilometers away from the capital. The large beast said to be around seven hundred and sixty-six meters in length were slain. His flesh served as sustenance for the people for centuries, his bones were the first building pillars used to construct homes.

She remained frozen midway through, wrestling with herself whether to look or not. The snow raindrops splashed a few centimeters above her head. Then fell onto her multilayered, scaled jacket shoulders, leaving her hair tied in a sophisticated, elegant updo with impressive height and volume as it follows the franchoin bouffant style with a few strands hanging at the sides of her triangular, both alluring and dangerous face.

“Fuck it, I’ll just believe her.” Then after much struggle, she opted against the idea to look right down. She took a few more breaths before continuing on. She once more stood silent at the center, her head lurched up, her hair pushed onto her jacket’s proudly standing collar with multiple layers reminiscent of slim steps.

Her mauve eyes glinted as she watched the stars shine graciously in the darkened sky. Even the moon was visible for a mere moment before it hid behind the lit dark clouds. “Wow.” Was all she muttered as her eyes focused on the magnificent, yet also terrifying recreation of the black dragon slain by the founders of the capital.

“Well, none of those remain anymore.” Kateriia murmured to herself as she recounted the tale, legend to herself while basking in the beauty of not just the metallic statue basking in myriad colors merging into each other, but also the city blanketed in its colorful shadow.

Just as she immersed fully in the night scenery, the wind blowing in her direction carried the sound of fence movement. The area from where she walked out from is walled halfway with a fence on top charged with warding so when workers had to fix something from the outside in harsher weather, they won’t have to fear for their lives.

As she turned her head in that direction, she made out a slender figure, dressed in full black leathery attire, following a southern design. The figure at the same time also looked back, and cursed under the many scarves that served as both protection and a veil to her identity.

In an instant the infiltrator leaped off the fence she was glued to moments ago, her body disappeared as it blew to a cloud of dark smoke. On the other end, a blunt ended combat stuff appeared out of thin air in Kateriia’s hands, followed by icy energies forming into a sphere at the end closer to the ground.

It was pointed at the ground where the bridge connects to the landing platform she stood upon. Within a few seconds, the frosty sphere tore through the distance, and created an icy surface on the wet ground just as the infiltrator appeared.

“Shit.” She cursed in her own tongue as her right leg slipped high in the air, almost kicking her own face draped under the black shawls. With a bit of an arcane help, the infiltrator rolled in the air and landed on her feet right in front of the icy surface.

“That was close.” Than she uttered, Kat not understand a single word while she charged at her. Her first swing almost hit the infiltrator’s head from the right, thanks to her swift reflexes, the assailant managed to evade at a hair’s breadth.

For retaliation, her leg graciously, and with quite the power moved towards Kat’s head while her hands balanced her on the ground. But only for a hot minute, as the dracorith vordriar seemingly bent her knee down the ground and swept the staff at the hands. The infiltrator let out a loud yelp as she fell on her right side. Her body rolled swiftly as she noticed Kat standing over her, a sharp end formed from ice aimed at her head.

On impact, the ground froze, heading towards the infiltrator as if possessing a mind of its own. Flames of noble golden sprouted forth from her palms, melting the ice, scorching the ground. At the other side, Kateriia reached into her small enchanted pouch and brought out one of the mana potions. With a telekinesis, the top swirled around until it fell off to one of the white lines on the platform.

She gulped down the whole potion, as the icy sheets wrapped around her staff, turning into a swirling, frost tornado challenging the golden fire. Moments passed as the dance of ice and golden flames blocked the view of the infiltrator.  Then the flames suddenly stopped and the frost spread without care, freezing the top half of the landing platform.

Yet there was no sign of the infiltrator. At least until her leg appeared beside Kateriia, landing swiftly into her right side. Like a doll whose strings had been cut, Kateriia flew to the flat bridge, the ward stopped her from falling off.

Her eyes popped as she stared into the depth, her fear tensing all her muscles, binding them as if a paralyzing spell had been cast on her. Then as she remembered the situation she was in, the world faded to black as something heavy, namely her own staff, hit her head.

“Sorry, about this. This is my first big job.” Tawheeda said as she rolled the unconscious Kat onto her back. Her hands softly tapped Kateriia from top to bottom, slipping into her pockets stealing bindings and potions from them.

 A bottle of strange mauve and golden greenish concoction appeared in her right hand while a soft cloth in the left did too. She dosed a small amount on the soft, white surface of the cloth and then pressed it onto Kateriia’s face. Sweet scent of the chloroform made the dark elf moan softly and move a bit around as she unconsciously tried to resist it.

Two minutes later, she pulled her arm back after Tawheeda finished counting down, recalling that at one minute chloroform induces paralysis for an hour, at two minutes it drifts the victim in a two hour sleep.

“Come on, I’ll find a way where you can rest peacefully until we finish.” Her arms looped under and around her shoulders, and slowly dragged Kateriia back to the small roofed area leading into the personnel area of the floor. A few meters from the door where the entrance to the bridge lies, Taw took a sharp turn with her gorgeous baggage to the right, where a small area was left between the fence and the wall.

“Taw, don’t forget time is of the essence.” After she dropped Kateriia down, she murmured to herself while rolling the dark elf onto her sides then face. Her above average boobs made her a bit uneven as she laid on the dark, pristine floor. The dragonid faux leather made its ear pleasing noises as Tawheeda grabbed Kat’s arms and put them together on her back.

She quickly took out a mana tie and with a soft click sound, she let them fell on to the sewn in Black Rose mark. Then she grabbed her legs by the ankle, held them together firmly while the mana ties flew by themselves out of her hidden pocket. They carefully looped around Kateriia’s ankles, and stayed there firmly as Taw locked them.

As the second pair of mana ties restrained Kateriia, she let out a soft yelp as her dreams sort of lined up with reality. “Remember, Taw no crotch tie this time.” Taw once again murmured to herself, as she recalled her previous mission where one of the guards received one. While unconscious and gagged, their muffled moans alerted the others as they started to move around.

Like a serpent mesmerized by tunes, a single coil danced itself into her hands and she knotted one end to the mana tie binding the ankles, the other to the wrist bind. “Almost forgot.” She snapped her fingers, pulled the borrowed silver sealing tape that was on Kat out from her own pouch and ripped a short strip off. She carefully stared into Kateriia’s face, for a moment froze as the beauty of the dark elf hit her in that moment.

A blink brought her out from the trance and she quickly covered her perfectly symmetrical, glistening dark lips with the contrasting short strip of sealing tape.

“That was close.” A breath of relief escaped her while she swiftly stood up. With careful steps, she traversed over Kateriia lying in a somewhat weak hogtie and looked around. Then she took out a large, black sheet and draped it over the restrained vordriar. In a mere moment, Kateriaa’s bound form quickly disappeared into thin air and Tawheeda left with a satisfied look under her makeshift mask.