Welcome Home [Sesha; Closed]

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

The frigid rift opened as Ilreg and his new companion stepped out on the grounds outside of the ebon tower that was his dwelling. The land had once again become fertile without Ilreg's presence, his icy magic which proved to be too harsh for the native vegetation absent for long enough for the foliage to make a come back, something that did not please him. On the farthest outskirts, simple human and Youkai farming were tilling the earth and gathering crops, unaware that the source of there woe had returned.

"These insects fester whilst I am away, and at my feet lie bushes full of thorns and my nose is filled with the toxic odor of the pollen and fragrance of their dung blossoms." Ilreg said, spitting into a small patch of wildflowers, freezing upon impact to the point where they shattered. Raising his hand, he shoot a beam of cold magic into the air, a snowstorm no doubt brewing above his head, the clouds growing darker as they blanketed the sky. He then Set foot to proceed toward his tower, which he had not entered for some time, his icy aura freezing the ground upon where he stepped, killing the surrounding plant life without a second thought.

In no time, he stood before his home, used to the door opening on its own, responding to his magic, Ilreg stood for a moment in anticipation before he realized that luxury was no longer available to him. Begrudging his newfound magical support poverty, Ilreg threw open the door, greeted the sound of silence, and a blizzard of dust from his unkempt quarters. He could not sense any Draconi present, and if the failed charm on the door was any inclination as to his lonesomeness, the scent of Faf-ris and Cer-dra was almost nonexistent, making his longing for the deceased and separated companions where had known and traveled with for so long even worse. As he walked to his throne room, he ventured past many an abandoned orbalisk, desks and shelves filled with dust and clutter, and piles of weapons, as the Draconi who manned and wielded these artifacts long since dead and returned to their source.

Bursting open the door to his chambers, he noticed the decaying body of a Draconi mage, who in the most indignant of manners chose to expire on Ilreg's self made throne, which had all but melted and dissipated into a mockery of its former glory. Walking to the chair, Ilreg grabbed the body by the throat an contemplated devouring the remains, but instead choose to accept his exile and threw the corpse against the wall, slumping down to his chair as he focused his eyes on Sesha, who had followed him silently to his inner sanctum. "And this is my kingdom, rife with dust, death and shit for all my loyal subjects. Make yourself as comfortable as you wish woman." Ilreg said, his face plain and not betraying an inkling of humor, though his comment he found amusing, knowing comfort in a room rank with decay and dust would be hard to come by, along with him occupying the only form of seating available.

[Sesha Kaida Geri]

Sesha shuffled her spear behind her back as the rift sealed shut with a barely audible pop. Her eyes were still a little wide from the flashes of color and pure light that walking between realms provided. She took a minute to shake off the cobwebs before continuing to follow behind Ilreg to his his humble abode.

His massive castle tore at the sky effortlessly. As she noticed his tongue curl at the growing vegetation that surrounded the dark citadel, she wondered if it would stay. But Ilreg quickly expressed his disgust and eradicated the problem.

As they made their way to his throne, he made his cold introduction, and Sesha knew it wasn't going to get any better or kinder. As she looked around she noticed that there was really no place to sit. So what better to do than conjure one.

Going into the left most corner , Sesha placed her spear down and knelt on both knees. Concentrating on the dust and decayed minerals, she began to slowly re-ravel them using time. First a small mound, then higher, forming a small palette into the wall. In A Matter of minutes, she formed a nice stone chair, and even long enough to her to stretch out her feet and legs.

Curling up feminine-like and laying her spear across her body, She glanced at Ilreg before staring off into the room, reflecting on the trail of events t hat led her to this point. As she thought, her eyelids began to get heavy.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Sinking down modestly into his chair, Ilreg attempted to relax, something unusual for him, but within the confides of his own abode, here in his chambers it should have been naught but a small feat. But this room, his inner sanctum seemed unfamiliar to him, reeking of mold and dust from the unkempt tower, the small warm, and dual rhythm of the beating hearts of his companions now absent, he shifted uncomfortably. He then noticed the breathing of Sesha, who despite his inhospitably was making herself comfortable next to him, albeit in her own chair at his request.


Ilreg than began to wonder about many things, that fate of Faf-ris, R'pan and cowardice and what he may do now, and above all the women who chose to follow him, as if she aspired to be his pupil, but in what craft he wondered to himself. He was slightly perturbed by her base motivations, and after the sensation of depriving R'pan his female companion, Ilreg wondered what he was doing bringing her here.

"Woman, tell me, why have you chosen to follow me, and what are your real motivations in doing so. I am not totally unaware at the shadow that I cast, so spare me your euphemisms and flattering. Nothing is free, nor of any ease in this life, so explain to me why you would abandon your own lapdog, who threw himself in front of the barrage of insults, to heed the words of the being from which they came?" Ilreg asked Sesha plainly, his own eyes shut now, thick with sleep, but his hearing and smell enough to perceive nearly everything around him.

[Sesha Kaida Geri]

Sesha found herself slowly rising at Ilreg call. Considering all they had been through, they were way past flattery. Sesha got her body to a full ninety degree angle, and looked down into her lap, allowing her dirty-blond hair cover her face completely. "Ilreg, I chose to follow you because ..... To obtain the kind of power you have, to emit such a pulse stopping aura ... You have to have access to some crazy sorceries. You tore a rift between realms. And walked through. And survived. I did too, so I know there is so much I didn't get a chance to learn from my father. I want to learn, so I can have that strength."

Sesha took her free hand and ran it over her face from the chin up, wiping her hair
back and locking it behind her head.

"I want it, I know that if I can combine it with my abilities I can look at time. I want that more than anything, and I don't care....." Sesha started, doing her damndest to hold back tears. Deepening her voice, she proceeded. "I don't care what I have to do......or who I have to kill.....to obtain that goal."

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Ilreg could hear the emotion stirring in her voice, she was indeed devout about being under his tutelage. The malcontent Dragon was not so oblivious though, and decided her words were nothing more zealous banter, but was not inclined to divulge as much. "Enough girl, your prattle will thrust me into slumber faster than my current decent could hope to. Rest now, and worry about slaughter on the morrow. Ilreg said, his eyes already sealed closed, his breathing slowed to near nothingness, the cold air forming ice crystals all over his skin.

It was the first time in hundreds of years he had fallen asleep with someone else next to him besides that of his companions. He did so not without concern for himself, the coldness surrounding his body would wake him under the threat of assault, but this was the to be the first of many test he would pit the eager Sesha against. Of all the things she possessed and hoped to gain, his respect would be the most difficult to obtain. Despite all of this she knew the risks, and maintained her obedience, and if anything, this would go on for Ilreg to recognize as the first pebble passed, upon the mountain she hope scale.

[Sesha Kaida Geri]

As Ilreg sunk in his throne, Sesha stared at him in amazement. "Heh," she said softly. "tough crowd." She wasn't exactly sure what else to do at this point, but the options were obvious. Leave, and completely fail everything she set out to do, or try to earn the Master's Trust. But then again, the former was never an option to begin with, not if she really wanted what she just told Ilreg. And she did. More than anything she had the power to do, for now.....just endure.

Sesha laid her spear on the floor and curled up on her new pallet. Tonight, rest. Tomorrow............that's up to Ilreg.