The Trails End

[Skarkill]

*Some where with in the dark Corridoors of The Black Tower of Goth 2 spirits pulled from the realm of the dead by a clash of 2 powerfull soucres wander drawn on by the magic residue the battle has left in the air. The Coorridoors are now deserted both sides have retreted to lick there wounds but the residue is still strong.*

[ModNote: Link to previous thread added.]

[Sinstar]

*Sinstar walks to where the magis residue is at it's strongest. If she could breathe and taste she knew she would have a almost coppery taste in her mouh. She looks around closely but see's no one at all other than her brother. What ever magic was used it was strong but not the sort of magic people normally used to bring back people from the dead.*

We was not meant to be brought back, it must of been a effect of the magic used here. So who ever or what ever brought us back did not do it intentionally and they don't know what they have done. Think they will be in for a bit of a surprise when they see your face again...well when they get to see it anyway.

[Skarkill]

"See my face what about yours!!"

"Our mothers gonner have a fit when she see's you again!! You've been dead for nearly 12 years!!!"

*Looks at his Sis and sighs.*

"Did it Hurt Sis??"

[Sinstar]

*Sinstar briefly tenses up..well would of done if she had the muscles to but she pretends not to understand his meaning.*

Did what hurt?

[Skarkill]

*Gose over to his Sisters spectral figuer and places his arms round her.*

"What they did to you."

*He says quiatly.*

[Sinstar]

*She pulls away from him quickly, or pulls through him would be a better staement as her spirit shape moved through his as she moved to a wall almost pressing herself against it until her shape almost goes into it.*

Of course it hurt...for a time then all I remember was darkness, a lingering pain but it was dulled by being unconsious I guess....besides it's not something I want to remember and talk about. It happened, it's over and time has passed since then. I just want to get back a physical form.

*Mutters under her breath as she starts to walk off again.*

So I can hit something.

[Skarkill]

*Skarkill gose over to his distraught Sister and puts a comforting hand on her shoulder.*

"There dead Sinstar. You can't hurt them and they can't hurt you ever again."

"And besides who is it whos walking with the liveing again soon to be fully alive??"

*laughs*

"Hey remmember that spell of yours for changeing people into frogs and thing a me bobs. The one you never fully masterd. Well once we get our bodys back you can practice it some more . I'll even have Grippa and Rhak bring you some "voulunteers" from the local Village."

[Sinstar]

*She laughs quietly and shakes her head a little.*

That I do, I also remember mum being rather unimpressed when I changed her pet dog into a toad.

Speaking of mum think we should go see her and make a surprise visit.

*She smiles a brief glint of mischeif in ehr eyes.*

[Skarkill]

*Skarkill returns the mischeifus smiles.*

"Sure why not. But first we need to get some bodies Sis."

"She's going to get a big enough shock as it is with out us being in this state.......Anyway do you reckon anyone can actualy see us?? I meen can people who are alive see us or are we invis..invisa..Invi..Well can't be seen?"

[Lord Fear]

Lord Fear walked to the throne room to where Firestorm of Marblehead rested, his sword sheathed and the sceptre piece in his hand. Fear whistled an old tune that would be considered very new in this realm, yet a favourite of his.

[Sylvester Hands]

[ModNote: Continued from Home! Sweet Home!]

* Quite unaware of the disembodied ones' presence, Hands at length arrives at the throne room of Marblehead, not noticing at first that it's empty. *

Your Lordship! I'm ba- Lordship?

[Lord Fear]

Walking up the steps to the Throne Room of his former base of operations, Fear thought to himself as he stared at the sceptre sensing some of the power from it. He wanted to know why Hydrass was after it, and he knew that nothing would stop him.

Finally entering the room, he walked over to his Red Dragon, and mounted the saddle pouch on Firestorm of Marblehead signalling to the winged beast to begin flight away from his former base.

In the air, Firestorm headed back towards the grand Fortess of Marblehead as quickly as possible.

[Young Grimwold]

[OOC: Can we assume from that post that Lord Fear has left Goth and has arrived back at Marblehead, where Hands can now greet him?]

[Sinstar]

*Sinster shuddered slightly as Hands walked right through her and was about to yell out he should watch where he is going but remembers she currently can't be seen and bites down the comment with a slight gritting of her proverbial teeth.*

Definatly time to get our physical bodies back because having people walk through me is like that chill you get down the back of your neck and people say "Someones just walked over my frave." Where did that saying come from anyway?

*As she chatters on she begins to tread silently in the direction she hopes is the way out.*

[Young Grimwold]

[OOC: Sorry to post again, I'm just a bit confused. If Hands is in Marblehead, and Skarkill and Sinstar are in the Black Tower of Goth, then surely they can't cross paths like that?

Maybe I shouldn't have merged the Goth and Marblehead boards after all. ]