Death's End IC II

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Elara's eyes widen in shock and horror as she emerges from the Painted House. Battle had come to her again, and as always it seemed that the situation had grown another bit worse. One of the few allies they had against the Six was dead - scorched beneath the shining sun. The sight causes revulsion to twist her insides, but another feeling is just behind it, overpowering the brief sickness in an instant. The sensation spills through her core, flooding the mage's body and washing away her fear, her shock, her horror. In its place is an odd, warm feeling. One that feels like dry heat, rising in her chest as she finds herself in a different place, at a different time.

Or was it the same place? Elara wants to look around, but can't - she recognizes the eyes she is seeing through as Not-Elara's. How she knows it's the same one that placed the scroll in that antediluvian cavern, she isn't sure. Her eyes, and Not-her eyes, move up at the same time, resting on two different suns. The older one isn't as bright, and seems smaller. Elara feels a pleased sensation, and a bit of pride. The sun was recovering well, and the air was warmer. The wind wasn't as harsh, with the weather more mild. The smells-

The smells. Dead, burnt flesh. The moment of tranquility Elara and this other her have shared is over. Regaining control of herself, the mage looks down, watching the falling, glittering, scorched body. Falling slowly from the sky, sun shining on it. A distant part of Elara's mind notes the effect and makes a simple hypothesis: the gnome had used magic to fly, fleeing upwards to use the sun's glare to his advantage. However, Theral had fire magic at her disposal and had used it to obviously great effect. The flight had failed, and now the flight was failing. An ancient frown mirrors the mage's expression, until Elara moves her eyes to the present threat. For a split second, their emotions run together, exchanging at a rate so fast that the mage is barely aware of the change, the sudden switch of her own feelings still disorienting her. At the end of this loop, her mind buzzes with the thought of the other self that she is somehow of one mind with. Filthy dragon scum.

Hate and rage. A mixture of two emotions Elara rarely feels, with a strength she has never experienced before. The feeling from before emerges as well, and for the first time the mage feels a desire to kill - not just to end the Six's reign of terror, with an acceptance of the means that may be necessary, but an actual want to end their lives. Starting, of course, with the one in the square. Warmed by the rage within her, the mage strides forwards, for a moment not even caring if the others were still with her. Her fingers twitch, and as Elara's link to the past is served she feels the intensity of her hate solidify between them. She smiles, expression devoid of its normal light, eyes dark with her murderous intent.

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Having another flashback-past-connection-thing as a Free action.

Then just move up.

Elara will probably do something like use a Haste scroll once she comes to her senses, but at the moment she's going to try and start this fight ASAP.