TLDR:
Helio was in a village some miles from the Abbey when she was summoned by the Abbot to join the group. Her previous encounter left her with no desire to care for the direction of the groups choice. When the storm began and the horde attacked. She took to assaulting the main body of the horde; Helio choose to target the more intelligent rats with strikes of lightning to engage closer.
In the early mornings of the village. A small but quaint building resided. It had thatched roofing, and warmth seeping from the inside out. The occupants were patrons and hidden lovers. The first signs of sunlight penetrated a small room, pale naked legs dangled from the edge. And a slow, steady breath sat on the air. As the occupants slept peacefully a gentle knock filled the room. A soft whimper escaped the plump lips of the red-haired maiden nestled against the bosom of her scarlet affair.
The blonde naturally followed, the one called Helio. A woman of the Abbey, the Mistress of Thunder. And from times a lover of many.
Begrudgingly she awakened and pressed warmed feet to the cold floorboards. Her naked body suddenly in view as the cloth slipped away. She took no effort to cover herself as she answered the door. In a gush of air, it opened forcefully. The servant girl no older than 19 held blankets and fresh water in a jug. Her eyes shifted quickly away at the nakedness and shamelessness of the woman in front of her. "Fresh water and blankets." She offered, her eyes situated on nothing but the corner of the door frame finding great interest in the small spider crawling across it.
"That will do quite lovely. Maybe you would like to join us?" Even as she spoke the fair maidens eye's only enlarged at the offer, but a snigger behind her told of other things. "To change our sheets. We would prefer fresh one's" Helio added. The young maiden cleared her throat and offered a calm tone "The sheets will be cleaned once you leave, mistress" the girl extended her items and Helio took it. Deciding to pity the girl for her jesting. She had a wicked habit of playing with others especially in the mornings. "Well no matter. You be on your way now. Don't keep the master waiting." Helio watched the girl retreat down the hall and closed the door to attend to her scarlet affair.
"You're cruel." a voice fluttered towards her, gentle and satin but her eyes were dark green, the colour of envy. There was not envy in here eyes but desire as they scaled the visage of her nightly lover; as she placed the items on a side table a tall mirror sat on top for a lady to image herself for the day. "Only in the mornings, and when i'm ask to be. As you well know." Helio joined her lover on the bed, stretched out before her. She inclined the short distance and placed a tender kiss on a bare shoulder "A pity we can't explore that further." she spoke against soft skin, her lips gliding across it until she reached to others.
"I know...my father returns tomorrow. A shame my mother did not go with him. She has been unusually attentive as of late." Helio removed herself from the bed and dressed in a white cotton tunic that sat on curved hips. A goblet of red sweet wine would be held in strong fingers "Old age drives mothers mad. Maybe she is trying to relive her youth through you. Trying to mold you. That would be a frightening thing." she drank as the air was filled with laughter, sweet and sharp but beautiful in this melody. "That would be frightening. But I feel it is due to my coming wedding in the spring. Sometimes I wonder..."
A sharp sound of canting horses stopping outside the tavern was heard, both women looked to the door as heavy feet thudded against the wood. The boots stopped at the door, as a softer set joined them when the door was opened it was revealed to be Lady Aileya of House Dover. A delicate dress of blue and embroiled gold on the sleeves, some grey was starting to show at the fringe of her copper hair, long and undisturbed. And her daughter naked in the bed, besides a half dressed Apostle. "It seems your mother is here." Helio stated she was relaxed the redhead clutched the sheers in horror "Mother, please..." she said hurriedly, her mother interrupted "Get dressed. It's time to leave your painted whore."
The girl did as commanded scrapping what rags she used as a disguise to meet Helio. But for Helio this situation was only amusing. She could not contain the sudden grin followed by a soft chuckle not at the daughter but the mother. "Do you think this is funny?" Lady Aileya said in venomous tongue "I do" replied Helio. The mother addressed Helio her eyes alight with disgust and pity "You have no idea the damage you could have done to my daughter. Her reputation. If they discovered this. She would never marry, never have children of her own...You disgust me."
The two women stood mere inches apart but the hatred in ones eyes, and the fire in the other could fill an ocean. Helio grew silent as Seres shuffled to her mothers side and was guided out with only a short glance over her shoulder. "How long do you think you can control her? a frightened bird does not stay frightened for long. Not when their wings are strong." the door shut as Lady Aileya's reply. Helio was left to her thoughts. The room seemed empty, smaller somehow. No soft voice to fill the space.
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Helio had received a summons not long after. She would be sent to find a thief and joined by countless others on this mission. She had never personally cared to fully affiliated herself with any number of them. The first two years of her being apart of the abbey she simply to collect herself. Training and understanding what it meant to be apart of the Abbey took some time to adjust. As she had no memories of her past, all she had were the present day by day choices. She never looked for answers, a small part of her knew she was not yet ready. Her mind was elsewhere as they came upon the fork, choosing which way to go. She had sent word to Seres but received nothing in return. For her sake she decided worrying would serve no purpose. And merely occupied her time with the current path at hand. She choose to follow the mountain path as others did.
When the town came into view her first thought turned to food. A nice ale, and chicken soup or stew with a few buns cropped up her mind. But the pleasantness of it soon turned to dust as a spine chill ran up her back. And the chaos storm seeped into sight. The horde of rat men bleeding from the storm like an open wound was unexpected. The crack of lightning to her left was like the calling of an old friend. For a moment as the horde rushed towards her, she summoned black clouds to blanket the sky cutting through the chaos storm.
In a fluid motion she had stepped away from the group facing the horde, her boots crunched against he soil. As the conjured storm woven like a snake coiled around its prey. She could hear the rush of gnashing teeth, and thudding feet. As time moved so did the storm. In a state of tranquility her eyes opened, alight as a strike of lightning crashed into her body. Ripples of blue electricity coated her body, and remained in her eyes. Another strike landed a few feet away, as more became rapidly enrapturing the area around her in a 20 meter circle. The air became distorted as rain thickened the area.
The first brave, or insane wave of rat men came upon her. Courage in numbers. In a fluid movement she unhooked the folded metal staff behind her and stock the metal as it fused together. The lightning struck around her seemingly uncontrolled as it followed her movement. The first meet the blunt of her staff, a blow to the chest. A grotesque crack filled the air, as the body landed heavily to her side. The rapid strikes of lightning panicked some of the ratmen, others were hit directly.
As Helio sense the closest lightning strike, she noticed the more intelligent creatures were directing the horde. Her intention was to get closer, but it would take some time. Her attention was drawn back to the lightning strike, as she disposed of two rat men. As she sensed it come to the ground she grab a streak of lightning. It formed a constantly rippling bolt of lightning, the sparks engulfing her arm as it formed in her hand. As the rat men gathered around her, another strike of lightning strengthened the bolt. But it continued to violently enrapture her body.
She unleashed it on the first intelligent rat, in her haste she was unsure if they struck the creature as a streak of pure chaotic lightning, as white as marble penetrated in a straight line into the mass of rat men.
