Washed Up

[dario]

*the sky was pitch black, the waters of the lake boiled, and churned. Suddenly in a blast of light, a lone figure surfaced, washing up on the shore. The once bright light, slowly faded, calming with waters as it vanished into darkness.* "Dario . . . wake up . . . Dario . . . wake . . . up. . ." the voice was soft, and warm, but weak, as if being said from far away. "Dario . . . you must wake, i cant hold on . . . any . . . lo . .ng . . er . . ." "DARIO ! ! !" The voice changed, from the soothing warm voice, to hate, and rage. . . a chill covered Dario's body forcing him to come to. " GRAH! *spits up water* huff. . . huff . . ergh . . what happened?" Dario said still hunched over coughing, and hacking. " CaLm DaRiO . . . Im HeRE FOr YoU . . ." The "dark" voice hurt like scratches on the brain, yet it was a . . . comfort. "where am i? who are you!?" Dario tried to stand but quickly fell back down, a large gash on his armor, with blood dripping through it was his answer to his weariness. " I Am ThE OnE wHo SaVEd uS . . . SaVE YoUR sTreNgTH DaRiO . . .dO ReMeMBEr ?" The voice no longer hurt, but felt soothing like the first voice. "i . . . i . . . its too hazy . . .Riddel? i remember a name Riddel she was . . . AHHHH!" Pain shot through his body causing Dario to passout. "hE IS StrOnG. . . HIs MeMorY is CLinGiNg oN . . . THis WiLL NoT Do . . ." *a buzzing sound starts, and in a flash of red, a sword appears, red and pulsing with darkness* "I SeE . . . tHe HoLY sWoRD . . . it STill SPeAKs ToO HIm . . .ThiS WiLL haVe ToO Do FoR NoW." *in another flash of red the sword turns into a liquid clinging to the sword at the side of Dario, Darkening the sword,* "Einlanzer . . .your voice is now mine . . ."
Dario lays still on the shore of the lake, alive, but weak,

[Avalon Silvasti]

Avalon was making her way back to town after chasing shadows from an informate. Her quest left her almost empty handed as she made her way home. Her leather hunting boots hardly made a sound on the soft soil as she came upon the lake. She paused for a moment taking her hood down and letting her honey brown hair get ruffled by the slight breeze that blew. She sighed as she came closer to the waters. They simmered blue like the rivers and lakes of her home land. She missed her home dearly but knew she could not go back untitled she found the Drow that killed her and , her mother and father. She scanned the lake and noticed a figure by the shore, instantly her hands went to the twin scimitars that were strapped to her back. They hummed as they were released from their sheathes. She approached the figure with caution until she noted the armor. Hesitantly she put her swords up and knelt down by the figure, the armor looked familiar.
"sir knight are you alright?" she asked as she placed black leather gloved hand on the chest piece of his armor. "sir knight...?" she said again in a soft calming voice. Her hair tumbled in curls around her face and her ice blue eyes locked on the face of the knight. She wore a white button up blouse and black leather pants. She looked to be a ranger but had no bow but strapped to her hip was a deadly looking dagger and to her back two twin scimitars. In the tip of her left ear was an oddly shaped crystal earring, it appeared to be a elven house crest. "are you alright air knight?" she asked one more time not taking note to the blade at his side. The wound in his chest worried her as she pulled her hand back and seen some blood had transferred to her hand.