Post by Gisselle Valeneros on Nov 7, 2016 14:42:12 GMT -8
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ still carried the young looking, silver haired boy with him, his legs draped about him, as his arms held his back and bottom, his son's on the other hand, were both held over the Elven looking man's shoulders, and down his back, as he carried him into the village. Violet blue eyes flicked about, before he then emerged from the wall of the manor's kitchen, the creature now making his way into the living area, the darkness now setting his son down, and onto the sofa, being cautious not to expose major c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ scrapes, or any major wounds on the boy's flesh. He knew he would not hear the end of it if he did, so he would cover the shadow up with a blanket, to not only hide his bruises, and injuries, but also to keep the boy warm, until he felt well enough to stand. "Suffer, suffer, scream in pain, blood is spilling from your brain." He began, the tune similar to how human beings would sing about the stars. "Zombies gnaw you like a plum, piercing cries, and you succumb." He sang, keeping an eye on his son c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ as he finalized the tune. "Suffer, suffer, scream in pain." It was here, when the darkness would yawn a little bit his self, having gotten very little rest back when he was dealing with his daughter in the first of the Infernal layers. "You will never breathe again." He whispered, the creature leaving the boy's side, but only to return back to the kitchen. Grasping the fridge door, he would gently open it, to fix his self an early morning snack, before his son came to, and he would hear from Tacita.
¤Vıٌŧïم—½édïïéठ: For instance. Say she agreed and took the deal. A week later Victor is made king. RIGHT AFTER the crowning ceremony Gisselle turns to Victor and says "From this point forward you are now my butler. You will act in all the mannerisms of a Butler and will harm no one in the kingdom of Eladrin nor the kingdom itself. You will use all your power to"+
¤Vٌŧïم—½édïïéठ: "to protect Eladrin from all outside invasion or hostility." -=
R¹bbيt‡Bḷḁck؛un : -= He stepped free from the place where he had been recovering the mask covering his face white and pure of embellishment. Things had changed, things had progressed, Cold eyes stared over the lands below him, feet coming to rest upon the top most tower of the castle. He lifted his hands upwards towards the heavens as he began to speak letting the words roll across the lands below him. Times may have changed but he was far older then anyone assumed. It seemed he could not have time off to recover. >>
R¹bbيt‡Bḷḁck؛un : " By turn of one The curse is done By turn of two It’s power is through By turn of three It ceases to be" spoken anciet Gaelic. Step one curse breaker was issued forth. Stage two began moments later. " Darkness beyond blackest pitch. Deeper than the deepest night. King of darkness, who shines like gold upon the sea of chaos. I call upon thee, and swear myself to thee. Let the fools who stand before me be destroyed by the power you and I posses: scutum Dei" a hand moved down drawing a single dagger, >>
R¹bbيt‡Bḷḁck؛un : The blade flipping and twisting against the building storm to sink into the skin along his her... its forearm. You wanted to see what he was capable of with old school abilities. Crimson liquids began to spill dripping, and twisting becoming something more then mere crimson droplets. Forbidden arts Twisting. begining to take the spells that where issued one of destruction one of endings. Destruction brought growth, brought life, but in order to bring something new the old had to be destroyed and >>
R¹bbيt‡Bḷḁck؛un : reborn into something greater then it had been. The curse breaker would shatter, the shield around the castle but with that shattering the pieces where gathered up and the began to reform as sonorous words echoed forth spreading across the land. "Power of merlin, Forest Lord, Shield us, Succor Us, Spare us, Aid us, Checking of blood, incantation of blood, blood shall congeal, wounds shall close. Slave of hecate, crone goddess who keeps the wise blood, who keeps the healing wise man imprisone, shield >>
R¹bbيt‡Bḷḁck؛un : us, succor us, spare us, aid us" these words spoken took the destruction spell and began to fuse it together, the price of blood paid to gods from long before the elf kind came into being, before the mighty dragons flew the air. This was the old school of magic, from a time when there were no houses, there was no schools to magic, heralding back to a time when magic was more free and more wild, when its actions came as more of a natural phenomenon. "Let my words as spoken from the olden times create a >>
R¹bbيt‡Bḷḁck؛un : covenent upon this land, let none who seek to harm it enter, let none who seek its demise arise. Let those who seek acceptence enter, let those who seek to be themselves be accepted. To you oh house of hearth and stone i implore you, succor those within your walls, stand tall to the darknesses that seek to enter your halls and bring woe upon those who reside within. To those with out I beseech thee, give aid as it is needed. Support those who rule with kind hearts and wise heads" he took a deep breath>>
R¹bbيt‡Bḷḁck؛un : as he felt the twisting take hold and settle upon the lands and castle "Lastly ... to those who rule ... remember that your people are your strength never fail them, support them and rule with wisdom and clarity" with those words spoken or perhaps it was better to say they were implored upon the winds and lands, the castle and buildings of the city and kingdom. It was done and he began to fade from this place "There the price is paid ... " =-
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : A book was placed by Darlok... months ago... Viktor made his words and the likes but to thwart whatever or however he was able to just pass the guards and the likes... there was a residiual of his energies from the book he used to get into the castle and to the queen... Rhys had followed that small amount of residual energy to the mundane looking
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : book and destroyed in the HOPES that it was the right one, which it was... and Victor the next time you try to enter within the kingdom you find yourself outside of the borders~
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : what kind of dragon?
Lyceryl : Woods... For a moment the body paused, four paws suspended firmly upon the ground cover beneath her. A giant head swivveling to the left as a pair of golden orange eyes peered back in the direction to which she had been traveling. Even now she could smell the stench of rotting mechanical beings, would it ever truly leave the body, let alone the -c-
Lyceryl : the memory that served to unsettle her. Magic was there as well, she'd pushed through it at least once. Perhaps a second time in the duration of days and nights that had passed by her. The den and pack were shattered, beings scattered this way and that to the wind. In time they would reunite, each having need to go their seperate ways to -c-
Lyceryl : recover. The strength of the wolf was its pack and the strength of the pack found within its members. Ears lifted fainted as distant sound was captured, the crackling of a twig stepped on a little too absent mindedly. Was Leryn back there somewhere attempting to follow her, part of her hoped it to be the case and yet that other part wanted to -c-
Lyceryl : charge the past and push the sibling away. A turn back to the present and Lyceryl was once again pushing forward. Where she didn't know, did she care. That was another thought she wasn't ready to dwell upon yet. One paw digging in and then the other, hidden beneath the thickly populated tree's from whatever may spy down from the sky. Before -c-
Lyceryl : her in the distance audible and yet beyond sight lay a kingdom. -e-
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Leryn : Nose to the ground, Leryn sniffed. She was a half a mile or so back and the scent of her sister had been left upon the forests floor. Lifting her head, those amber eyes focused on the path ahead of her. Good girl. Staying off the main path was smart. Especially considering all things. It had been months since she had actually seen her <c>
Leryn : sister, though she had been following her. Waiting for the right tie to reveal herself. Just as she stepped forward, the snap of the twig echoed and Leryn cursed herself in her own mind. She knew Lyc would take off and so Leryn did too. It was time to end this game. If they were the only ones left in this pack, then they needed to band <c>
Leryn : together to survive. There was no other choice. Pawed feet dug into the ground and moving to the right of Lyceryl, Leryn picked up the pace a little bit. Being the younger of the two, she was a bit faster than Lyceryl. Always had been. Even if her sister refused to admit it. As she came along the flank of her sister in wolf form, she'd <c>
Leryn : wait for just the right moment before leaping at her in an attempt to knock her off her feet. A growl would form in her throat as if telling her sister to stop. A conversation needed to be had. Now.
Lyceryl : A conversation with teeth - The twig had given her sisters location away, just as the increase in movement. Despite how fast Leryn may of been she was almost reckless in that youth. The ability to locate her became almost impossible to fail, the nearly thunderous in her ears, (increased lupine hearing) there was no racing off in the attempt to -c-
Lyceryl : out distance herself from her packmate. Instead Lyceryl stopped mid stride and simply waited for the other wolven form to show itself. There was a collision, that stride of Leryns rather literally bowling the older wolf off her paws and yet there was no phasing the creature. Ground rolled around her, or really her over it and with jaws parting -c-
Lyceryl : the muzzle would snap together at air in a warning. There was no quarrel, no offer of submission or defeat. Ears though were drawn into a lowered state, clearly a warning even as she simply just laid there. As rogue as she may of been, the companionship was wholeheartedly welcomed. -e-
Leryn : Connection! Though, perhaps she should have gone about it a different way?! Her own ears lowered against her head as she moved slightly to the right, before taking a step back and reverting to her human form. "We need to talk Lyceryl. You can't just keep wandering the countryside on your own." Leryn stood there, naked as the day she was <c>
Leryn : born, though it didn't phase her. It was something she had become accustomed to. "I can smell the magic in these lands. You don't even know what you're walking into. Perhaps they don't like people like us.." A slender brow lifted as she sighed softly and crossed her arms under her bosom. She'd wait for her sister to join her in human<c>
Lyceryl : Uncomfortable as that collision had been and then the not so nice introduction to the earth beneath them, it wasn't so much an uncommon greeting between the two, no or as they had grown up. Leryn reverted to her human form, something Lyceryl was a little slower to do. Some habits died hard and as much as she held no qualms with wandering -c-
Lyceryl : around in a suit gifted by birth she really didn't want to at the moment. It opened up insecurities amongst other things. Only there was something Leryn didn't actually know. Pushing herself into a seated position, haunches upon the grass and front paws before her, Lyc's eyes would close. Where Leryn had learned to push through the pain -c-
Lyceryl : quickly to revert, she almost relished in that discomfort, the audible crack and pop as bone set to adjusting itself and reshaping the creature into something more mundane. A form that could walk amongst mortals without causing fear. The pendant was there, it would settle into place just above her breasts. Only things did not stop there, -c-
Lyceryl : Lyceryl wasn't nude... Simplistic the linen was, rudimentary stitched lines. An attempt at something long lost to the pack while settled as no need was found for it. Tunic and breeches, and a chest that slowly heaved with the exertion and taxing of mind and spirit that labored the body. "We are all magic Leryn." It was spoken through gritted -c-
Lyceryl : teeth, as she fought that first wave of nausia. The addition to the shift where clothing was involved was taking some getting used to. -e-
Leryn : Leryn had forgotten the pain that transformation had caused Lyceryl. She still had never understood why she was able to transform so much easier than her sister. Perhaps a higher pain tolernace? "You know what I mean Lyc....-that- magic is different. If you can't smell it, you're losing your touch." Hazel eyes moved over the clothing that <c>
Leryn : Lyceryl adorned and Leryn wrinkled her nose some. "I need to find a way to carry clothes with me...." A giggle escaped her lips as she moved to her sister and hugged her tightly. "I've been following you for months. What's going on? I've tried to reach out to the rest of the pack, but I can't find anyone else Lyc. We can't be all that's <c>
Leryn : left can we? I know some didn't make it when they were living up in the mountains of Mith....but....it couldn't have taken them all.." Worry had washed over the ounger sisters face. "What brought you to this realm?"
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Lyceryl : That pain wasn't so much do to a lower pain tolerance, Lyc had a habit of busting her knuckles over the bridge of peoples noses, or certain guards noses anyhow. What it boiled down to was the relishing of the pain, of enduring it to remember why they were granted that ability. To lose sight of that they risked losing sight of themselves. For a -c-
Lyceryl : while the elder wolf maintained an air of silence, gathering what she knew into thoughts. "I can smell it Leryn. And I follow it because it hides us!" Would she understand that? As free as the ley lines were, they had the ability to almost pass unmolested. Hidden by the scents that lingered from wild magic. Slowly she would lift her right arm, -c-
Lyceryl : finger tips grasping the hem of the sleeve of her left arm as it was lifted up revealing a small symbol that had been etched into the flesh of her arm in blue dyed ink. "I can attempt to do it for you..." She remembered most of the words that had been uttered, "Just not right now." When she was hugged Lyc did nothing for a moment just sat there -c-
Lyceryl : and took the hugging face on before finally lifting her left arm and wrapping it about her sisters side and returning the human affection. "We are not all that is left. We all left seperately through the mists, Father in search of the youngers that had been lost in the siege. When it is time we will all reunite. For now we remain strong." -e
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : he peered into the red hues of her oldest daughter. She'd kept her close, taught her everything she knew, and made sure her training was more extensive than her other children. It was not to say that Saryn favored Cythra more, but she showed the potential that she would be the next Matron Mother of the house, when it was her time. Saryn was >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : not too proud to oblige an heir to her throne. She was too proud to let someone else, not of her loins, take over her castle. This was hers. She earned this. She killed for this, and she was damned if some bitch would take her place. No, she would pass that on to her oldest, when the time was right to do so. The girl needed tested, first. And so, >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : she would be. By both, herself and the Weaver of Webs. The white haired girl would be at the head of the house in her absence. To run the home for 30 days, while Saryn went to the surface. If, for some reason, she came back to chaos in her home, the girl was likely dead, and the next daughter, Ramiha, would step into her place. Ramiha was >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : cunning, but she was brash. She didn’t know patience, but she was definitely ruthless. She liked that about the girl. Ramiha took on her mothers twisted ways of torture, and she liked it. "In my absence, daughter, I expect you to earn your rank as a priestess." She looked at Cythra, expectant. She nodded to her mother and took the envelope she >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : was given. "The seal doesn’t break until the 30th day, before my arrival. If you make it, that long." With a wave of her hand, she shooed the girl from her room and sent her maid for the oldest son. The boy came in and immediately took a knee before his mother. "Stand." She commanded him. Both of her sons were well trained spellcasters and >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : even better trained militant beings. "You are to protect your older sister. She is wise, but not enough. I will write to you, in the webs, every day, to check on the progress of our House. I expect perfection from you. That is all." She waved him off, and with one last check of her person, she met the house in the foyer. Her red hues passed >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : over her children, their chambers, guards and the few servants they had. "30 days. If my house is not in perfect condition when I arrive, I will start anew." They all knew that this meant death, and a new set of children to take their place. Had they failed their mother, they would answer to Lolth. She took her leave to the surface with only >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : Ilztas with her. She required him to walk behind her, as he was not on her level of authority. The man fathered her children, and her children knew that he did, but never did they actually call him father. She didn’t take this man as her husband, but rather, he was a pawn. She needed children and there was no possibility she was going to let >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : anyone lower than he, touch her or father her children. Her children were perfect specimens. Trained and worthy. They were almost equal to her. Almost. Saryn and Ilztas made their way quickly, through a forest. It was time to watch her children act without her presence, to see what they would do and how they handle their life, without her. It was >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : only for a short time, but it was time enough to watch them rise, or die. Finally, after some time of walking through the forest, they came upon an inn.(Greenlief) She walked slower, as she came to the door, making sure that Ilztas was there before her, to open it. Never should she have to end her stride, due to a door. The man was prompt, as >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : always. They lived a long while, together, he knew her requirements, by now. Red eyes searched the dining hall for a suitable table, and found one in the back corner. Of course, the man wouldn’t be allowed to join her, but rather he would have to sit at an empty table, next to hers. Of course, he was the only person she almost trusted. Still, he >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : wouldn’t have her full trust, as she trusted no one, not even her own children, as much as she should be able to. They were cunning, twisted little liars, and though she was proud of their deceitful tendencies, she couldn’t trust that the wouldn’t kill her. With Ilztas at her left and a wall at her right and back, she watched the surface dwellers >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : as they bustled around the dining hall. Their ugly pale features pulled a grimace at her lips. She would put up with these disgusting creatures for the remainder of her 30 days, before she returned to her House. Finally a tavern wench spotted them and decided to make her way towards them. Upon her approach, Saryns hand would lift, to silence the>
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : girl from asking her anything, at all. In one fluid motion, she lowered her hand enough to point at Ilztas, who would make the order for both of them. There was no possibility that Saryn was going to socialize with such a lowly creature, if she didn’t have to. This girl served her, she was in no way an equal, and wouldn’t get the pleasure of >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : the pleasure of speaking to her, or being spoken to. <e>
Ilztas_Arkenett : -He wasn't going to pretend as though her understood her motives or the driving force behind them. All well and good to test her eldest daughter, and the loyalty of her sons, but to bring herself up to the surface where she so easily despised the people and all about them. Not that such feelings were unique to her, thoughts of superiority were an >
Ilztas_Arkenett : inherent feature to the drow; and that hatred was in turn usually no less powerful to the folk who walked in the light of the Sun. He felt a headache coming on from the task of keeping the woman's pace and how he was going to have to play mediator between herself and the world about her now. She was likely going to feel quite content to hold her >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : air of distance and majesty against all the folk about them. Hopefully it remained distance and not the desire to hold court about the people who she had no sway, or claim to power apart from her own upbringing. Fortune had him spend a good century or more moving about on the over world and among its peoples. Diplomacy was a skill he had spent >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : decades refining and properly mastering in order to influence folk. Though he was usually under the cover of several masks, and illusions at such times, Saryn would have felt insulted to travel about under some little trick, so they moved openly and would suffer her arrogance through the whole affair. Ah well, the things one did for a living ... >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : There were worse ways he could be earning himself coin, food, and what else pleasures he might seek out. For the time being, he did the talking while she isolated herself from the folk, back to the wall as was the natural, distrust nearly all dark elves had inculcated to their minds. Though, a spelled or otherwise prepared wall could stab you in >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : back just as easily as anything else in the world, it was no matter for now. He ordered the most expensive bits of food and wine he knew could suit her tastes. It was the Matron's coin to be thrown about, and she was going to demand to be pampered to the utmost in finery, and niceties to be satisfied. So he did as much, customizing her meal to the>
Ilztas_Arkenett : local fare, and to the best of her wants he could achieve. That done he sat quietly at a table across from her. She wished her space for now, and given she was in a particularly snappy mood today, he felt no need to push his luck by conversing with her. Just play the role of her herald and courtier and for now be gate keeper to those who might try>
Leryn : Lyceryl never seemed to show the affection that Leryn did. THough it bothered the young wolf, she didn't let it show. What she wanted was a normal family. A famly that loved one another. It seemed everyone else was afraid to show any form of affection. leryn was grasping at the last string that tied her to the affection their mother showed<c>
Leryn : them at a young age. When the hug ended, Leryn stepped back and sighed. "It may hide us Lyceryl...but what would you have done when you arrived there? What if they're not friendly with...our kind? Just because they had magic and magic is used there doesn't mean they're willing to befriend a wolf..." A slender brow lifted again and when the<c>
Ilztas_Arkenett : and cross the assumed lines of propriety to deal with the woman. When the food did come, he made a point of carefully sampling her portion as to show it lacking poison and the intent to kill her. Inns which went about letting their guests die were hardly going to attract good business. Though the kitchen staff were likely not pleased with the >>
Leryn : mark was revealed, Leryn winced. She had gotten a tatto over a scar on her shoulder blade a few years ago and that hurt like a son of a bitch. She wasn't so sure she was willing to let her sister go to town on her flesh with some special rune or something. "Yeah..not now..." Returning her attention to the distant realm, another sigh escaped<c>
Leryn : her lips. "So what's your plan?"
Ilztas_Arkenett : overly complex and demanding set of instructions to how the woman's food would be prepared and served to her. Playing the good lacky, he laid out her tray to her and bows, spoke nothing and retreated that she may enjoy herself to some peace.-
Volodar_Luhana : -The wind whipped past rippling off the golden scales of the dragon underneath Volodar as below clouds flew past. With a mighty beat of it's wings the Adult Dragon shifted the clouds upwards in a puff on either side then tilted downwards to drop below the clouds as Volodar held onto the reigns while seated firmly in his saddle dressed down in -+
Volodar_Luhana : -full armor. His bow was at his back along with the quiver of arrows and his twin elven curved blades were at the back of his waist. To his left hip he kept his longsword sheathed safely clasped for the ride. Below the world opened up to a beauty of forestry and landscape and ahead a walled kingdom known as Eladrin. With a roar the large Golden -+
Volodar_Luhana : -gave call of their arrival. Volodar felt sorry for the messenger they'd sent as he was sure they'd passed him yesterday. Across the wall the dragon flew without even slowing to cruise towards the city and it's castle before banking away to find an open area to settle down in. Once on the ground Volodar was able to dismount before turning to give -
Volodar_Luhana : +
Volodar_Luhana : -the dragon a look.- "Go. I will be fine." -The dragon snorted but took off towards the open air of the south point. Volodar turned towards the castle's direction.-=
Lyceryl : Affection wasn't shown the same way because unlike Leryn, Lyc followed in her fathers footsteps. Reserved, though outgoing when it was required. What would she of done, that was where the two Waraths differed, Lyc lived to much in the moments with a casual glance given to the future, Leryn on the otherhand tended to care more about -c-
Lyceryl : the repercussions of their actions, what happens next. "I search for the reason I am here, if they don't take kindly to me being amongst them. Oh well." Wouldn't be the first time she fought herself into or out of a place. Bones mended over time, flesh knit itself back together. "Remind them to fear what is wild, or learn to respect it." She -c-
Lyceryl : would slowly stand up, allowing her body its moment in time to stretch before looking at Leryn, "You go in like that and I will be nailing bodies to the wall... Shift or find clothing Leryn." Perferably not stolen clothing. As amusing as that game had been when they were young she didn't feel like having to stand against guards so soon -c-
Lyceryl : when someone cried thief upon her. -e-
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : She allowed the man to use her fork, since they had only brought enough for one person per meal. She huffed a little, already irritated with the surface. She wiped off her fork, using Ilztas own cloth, and went to eating the food he had ordered. The girl lingered, like she wanted to make conversation, or sure that it was good. Saryn waved her >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : hand, not wanting to deal with the woman. She had been paid her coin when the order was made, there was no reason for her to stand there, in all her.. Paleness. Red hues moved over the tavern as she chewed, delicately. She was too proper in her way of eating, though it was a truth that she couldn’t stand the sound of chewing from another person, >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : as so she ate her food slowly. She instilled this in her children at a young age, and even the man that accompanied her would know that he needed to chew quietly and drink without a slurp. Manners were required of him, in her presence. "Should have brought my own food to have cooked." She shook her head and kept eating. She couldn’t starve herself>
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : while she was on the surface, but the food was not to her standards. It would do, for now.<e>
Ilztas_Arkenett : -He watched the byplay, the poor serving girl hovered about in the worry she might have done something to offend or cause problems. Yet, that would only complicate the matter. He bowed to her quietly, offering her a smile and an extra bit of coin as a tip. Assuring her all was well and the madam enjoyed the food quite well. She was eating at >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : least without flinging the tray across the table and making a scene. She had some sense of manners to her, even if the haughtiness was going to only die when the woman's soul had journeyed down to the Abyss to greet Lolth herself. He scooted the maid off with a warm smile and his charming eyes. One thing he could count on with many of the surface>>
Ilztas_Arkenett : girls was an 'exotic' look to flatter them to one's will, or in this case out of trouble. Spinning back quietly to listen to his mate complaining about the food and the want of her own chef. He'd tried to broach the subject ... four times in the process of preparing for this trip? Yet, no, she would not create a scene and have some large caravan >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : of folk following her about. Less conspicuous and draw less resources from their house coffers and staff that her daughter was going to need in order to demonstrate she could manage. This seemed as much a test to prove Saryn could handle herself in the larger world without all the spoiled comforts of home, and to test his patience and ability to>>
Ilztas_Arkenett : carefully lay over so people would not cause problems for them. He just bowed a bit, eyes to the floor as was his nature. It was demure, and foolish a gesture for a drow to ever take their eyes from a potential killer, which was everyone in their home. From the highest ranking priestess' cold whim, down to the lowest, broken goblin slave. "I will >
Ilztas_Arkenett : "take pains to instruct the staff to the proper preparation of your foods and delights in the future, beloved Matron." He did layer it on a bit thick, but it was perhaps his overly romantic language and behavior that had her so enamored with the concept of almost trusting him. More so than anyone else it seemed. With that done he sat quietly.>>
Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Gisselle started to awaken from her sedative placed upon by Nimena, she started to feel a little groggy until something passed through her. The power from the Star Crystal that controlled the ward surged through her like a hurricane and it was so shocking she had to gasp for air for a moment as if the wind was knocked out of her placing a hand <c>
Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : to her chest with eyes widened. It lasted for about a moment, you blinked and it was done. She felt the presence's of Rabbit and those almost float away receiving the message that their contract had been fullfilled. This brought a tear to her eyes when it was finished, that possibly menat she was never going to see them again, Rabbit, Anisel,<c>
Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Verve, Kite....She was getting to know and like them. This indeed was going to be a hard day for her. She wanted to teach Verve how to dance more and learn more from Rabbit who helped her so much, she wasn't ready to let them go yet. "Please come back..." She whispered to herself in her room more so then sending out a signal to them, if they<c>
Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : wished to leave she wasn't going to stop them, it was their right to do so. But she felt almost utterly alone, if Rhys left too it would almost crush her, not knowing that Lady Nim had a conversation with him and he wasn't going anywhere. But what if he did? She let out a heavy sigh as the maids came in and helped her get ready for the day. <c>
Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : She was placed in an emerald and gold trimmed gown after she finished bathing and had her hair fixed. When everything was said and done the dainty tiara was placed on her head and she was out of her chambers with her small entourage heading for the main hall. Sad on the inside but a smile on the outside as she headed for the throne room in <c>
Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : all her glory one would say. Sitting down on the throne she was greeted by the nobles and of course going through the list of those who accepted the invitation and those who did not. Derik was not on the list. She blinked and wondered if he was notified. She hoped so, she missed him and Iron not knowing the two had split up, she knew they <c>
Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : had left Phaelador, but that was the last she heard of the pair, she hadn't even got a chance to meet the twins yet. So much going on and little control as she continued on going through other parchments and catching up what was happening in the kingdom while wondering why she was left in control of the Wards now. <e>
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : She recalled what the man had told her before they left and she put him in his place. This was the best way to do things. The weaver of webs would test her, as much as she tested her children. She would pass this. She had to. If she didn’t, she deserved to be fed to her Goddess. She nodded to the man as he spoke, and smirked. She liked the way he >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : catered to her. It was almost flattering. He always tried too hard, when something went wrong. It was sad to think that he could possibly be plotting her death, or the take over of her own house, which was why she didn’t trust him, or even her own children. For now, he hadnt done anything to cross her. Hadnt seemed to want to try, not yet, anyway.>
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : "Id like fresh meat, next time." She was telling him to hunt for their next meal, right before it was cooked. For now, this was fine, but if the meat wasn’t fresh for her next meal, she would have someones head, in the worst way. Be sure to get us a room and take what little we have to it. I want it all put where it belongs before I retire." She >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : spoke in a flat voice, which was more than what others got. Her tone was typically that of disdain, or disgust. For him, she would give nothing. Not hate, nor love. As she gave her children, when they were proving their worth. <e>
Ilztas_Arkenett : -All he could do was massage his temple a bit as he nodded to her. "I will see to it myself, and pray no one disturb you while you enjoy your meal." Standing quietly and taking up their few belongings. At least the rooms for the inn came highly recommended, as inns went at least. He wove a quick spell and his bowl and fork rose and followed in his>
Ilztas_Arkenett : wake. Seeming to glide along of their own accord while he occasionally took a bite and saw their belongings to the proper bedroom. She was likely going to make him sleep on the floor, but ah well, he'd done that many times. Hard stone, hard tree roots, all the same to him in the end. He slept little, even for an elf, and a couple hours on a hard >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : floor would make no different to that in the long run. Unless she was to demand attention from him, which was always possible. This was going to be a long month, and he was going to need a lot of patience and something for the headaches that were likely to follow. He put away their belongings as she would desire them located. Perhaps just a >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : security measure to make her feel comfortable with 'owning' her space as she felt she did. Glancing around the room he wove a few, subtle spells to cloak it from scrying and easy detections of people nearby. Then added a ward on the door as well. Returning to her quietly, having occasionally taken bites from the bowl that floated behind him.-
طhys°طavencrest : It had been the second or third time now that someone had indicated the fact that his skin apparently was too dark, or maybe ashen. He was uncertain. But Rhys actually stared at himself in the mirror for several long moments wondering momentarily on what the proper color of flesh should be. He was of course drawn to the Ashen beauty of the drow but if blending was truly his desire then he would have to make the change. Altering his skin tone was easy, a simple heat of the flesh and the skin went from grey<
•ƹbby• : The flames within the hearth of the castle's Throne room roared suddenly up into life as the small form of a black and red furred creature stirred under the logs. The flames seemed to lick across his form with ease as he shifted to the side and yawned loudly. Both little feet pressed against one such log shifting it off it's precarious perch. It -+
طhys°طavencrest : to vibrant and lively golden color. He drew his finger tips over his cheeks a moment and turned from the vanity mirror in his chamber and took the time to dress for the day, He donned more 'fitting' clothing to what he saw most of the men wearing here. A simple black tunic and britches with boots. He really didn't need the aesthetic of a cloak or coat, though typically he wore them to keep his heated flesh from burning or making those around him uncomfortable. Today however he truly just didn't care. <<
•ƹbby• : slipped and dropped from the spot with a thud and a shower of sparks. Ebby gave a small squeak as it almost fell atop him. His little head poked up through a center hole in the logs and both little golden eyes blinked a few times as he took in the Throne room wondering where he'd arrived at. He always seemed to end up in the strangest places when-+
•ƹbby• : he fell asleep in fire.-=
طhys°طavencrest : stepping from his chamber the Ravux male would make way through the halls of the castle down to the throne room in time to see the heath suddenly burst into flame. This did cause the being to frown and his form did begin its slow traversing towards the hearth intent to discover and likely kill whatever had interrupted his thoughts,Though casting a glance about the chamber, he noted the arrival of Gisselle which, hindered that plot. -end-
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Ĉallîé أےaيaelîè : This was arguably the easiest job he'd ever had. Really all he had to do was spend time ensuring the drunks didn't get to drunk and it was pretty easy to figure out who was going to be an issue and who wasn't. You see he had an eye for those people whom he could beguile into believing he was part of their circle. Which meant he spent a lot of time of his day drinking water and pretending to be friends with men and woman he didn't know. Easily he adorned them with his company and usually he could keep the <<
Ĉallîé أےaيaelîè : more lively drunkards from being 'too lively' but on the rare occasion he did remove a person. Which was usually discreet and filled with much laughter. The Tavern today was quite save for the staff and the few regulars. Of course he had noticed the entrance of a rather hoity toity looking drowess, but then he really hadn't come to expect any different from the Children of Lloth. Likely why he tended to avoid them for the most part. It really didn't help that for the most part they tended to try to end <<
Ĉallîé أےaيaelîè : his existence or rain on his parade by calling him 'abomination' and other fun little slights towards his mixed heritage. But you know, he couldn't be bothered with that today. He'd plans toe enjoy the quiet and his cold glass of water. Intended to flirt with the staff and see who would be joyful enough to join him in bed, and then when that was done he might think to amuse himself by 'shit' talking a drow. But that was later, so was bedding the tavern wench. For now he was going to enjoy his ice cold <<
Ĉallîé أےaيaelîè : glass of water. -end-
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : She was pleased that she was only eyed by the tavern wench. The woman didn’t bother her, other than that, but then, there were eyes all over the room. She ate, savoring the small bites she took, trying to force them to taste as good as she wanted. After each bite, she washed it down with a small sip of wine, to relieve her tongue. Her eyes caught >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : caught her pawn as he trekked past her vision to take his original seat. "Youre irritated." She didn’t have to ask the man how he felt. She knew him long enough that his aura would tell her all she needed to know, or even just to look at his face. His stress lines were more evident than usual. She figured, before, that it was just because they >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : were on the surface, but he seemed to like being here, just a little. It was her, that he was irritated at. Or the fact that he would have to be nice, and apologize for her behavior. She noticed a particular male figure, floating about the tavern. Her eyes laid on him with indifference. "I will mind myself, Ilztas. Keep the wretch away from me." >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : Had the man followed his Ladys eyes, she would point out, Callon, who had enough of her races blood to be noticed, but not enough to be welcomed. She finished her food and chased it with a big gulp of the wine. "Wine." she finished her glass and leaned back, waiting for the man to do as was told. <e>
Ilztas_Arkenett : -When he was 'relaxed' he was possibly a bit too easy to read, but she became annoyed when he played the chessmaster and was closed off in his emotions and wore nothing but a calm mask. "As you desire, my beloved Matron." Glancing to the male she indicated and then took to getting her more wine from the bar. Oh how he could but hope she would ..
Ilztas_Arkenett : play nice and not get drunk to the point she began ranting and carrying on. Of course, that night had been fun ... after awhile, it was where their first son had come from. Still, she could be quite harsh to tolerate when she was in the most foul of moods. He brought the wine and poured it for her quietly. Stepping back a bit and resuming his >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : his post as her unofficial guardian. Really should have brought along a couple gnolls, or ogres to be the brute strength to allow her to have some space from others. Yet, that might be a bit too visible, and she would then complain at length about their 'smell' so there was no point in the toil. Perhaps might he enchant some animal or the like to>>
Ilztas_Arkenett : serve in that roll. Assuming he could even get her to even trust him enough to work such a spell. Thoughts for another time, he sat once more and ate his food quietly. A meal should not take this long to enjoy, but when one was playing mage, adviser, butler, and who knew what other roles before this was all over.-
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : She watched him as he moved about the tavern to fulfill her wishes. When he replenished her wine, she uttered a spell, making sure there was no poison in it and took a drink. "Speak freely." She didn’t look at the man, but it appeared there was something he wanted to say. It was only he, that she brought with her, and so he wouldn’t get much of >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : his own time, to hisself, which was unfair. The least she could do was let him act as though he was nearly her equal. Well, maybe not that much, but he could speak his mind. At least for the time they were on the surface. "And be sure not to get too close to these surface dwellers.. They stink. I don’t want to smell that in my room." <e>
Ilztas_Arkenett : -He stroked on his chin and turned his head to her, offering her a gentle smile. "Nothing important, beloved Matron. I am simply running things through my mind." He affected a slow grin for her, and put it away for now. There was no point in brooking an argument with her at the moment, and she seemed to have herself in hand. "Pondering what I >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : "should hunt up in the morning, little more." Then she spoke of the 'stink' of the surface, ah the woman was ... well, she could be only herself. At least she was far more tolerable than most of the other Matron Mothers he could be dealing with right now. "I will strive to avoid allowing that to happen."-
•ƹbby• : Ebby blinked as a finger drew near and peered down at him. He gave a smile and opened his maw wide in a cute little rawr at Rhys but the heat from the fire was echoed in the heat from Ebby's body. His little tail swished back and forth behind him causing embers to stir in the fire and bristle up in showers of sparks. "HAI HAI! I'M EBBY!" He -+
•ƹbby• : stated rather excitedly and loudly. Ebby had a very hyper nature about him. "ARE YOU HERE TO PLAY WITH EBBY!?"-=
طhys°طavencrest : Drawing his hand upward the Ravux's hand would come over his face and his lips pulled into a thin line at the creature that not only seemed to have some affinity fire like the Ravux but by personality seemed rather, well off putting in Rhys' opinion. His hand drew forward to absently pat the creature upon the head thoughtlessly turning away " No I don't play, but get away from the fire before you set something ablaze " he wasn't going to deal with an inferno at the moment. Not that it would have been a <<
طhys°طavencrest : big deal really. -end-
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : She took note of the smile he gave her and turned to look at her wine. With a finger, she hovered over the glass and spun her it around, forcing the liquid inside to move in correlation. "You know what I like, Ilztas. Ill try not to be to picky. " She looked at the man, her face looked almost defeated, but her eyes showed nothing. She was going >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : to conquer this challenge. This wasn’t her home. This was the surface. Everything here was different. Customs were different, but she was only who she was. Saryn. Matron Mother of her house, and Priestess of Lolth. She was obeying her orders from her Goddess. "I understand that customs are not the same, here. I will strive to maintain an >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : an acceptable behavior for these… Citizens." She spoke the last word with disgust. She hated the place, already. She was ready to go home, but she must obey her leader. Lolth wanted to test her children, as well as herself, and so she would. This was, however, not what she was expecting. <e>
Ilztas_Arkenett : -He nodded quietly and offered her a gentle smile as she spoke, and subdued the worst of her pride for the time being. "Very good Matron." Putting the water to his lips and sipping on it quietly. He couldn't afford to drink much at the moment, not by way of alcohol. Would do neither of them any good if he was unable to think or function properly. >
Ilztas_Arkenett : Of course he never had been one to enjoy wine in any fashion. It was more a necessity to avoid drinking contaminated water, than it was for the taste or joy of an inebriated buffoonery. It was going to be a challenge for her, as much as himself. Though he could not really quite grasp Lolth's will in having his mate roaming about the surface >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : and NOT causing trouble, for now at least. The goddess always had odd whims and her reasons were almost inscrutable to those who were mortal and not possessed of that mode of thinking. Ah well, simply make do with what was.-
Chiyo : * a pale grey colored horse pulled a teal gypsy wagon. the driver seemed to be gone. it followed along the river bank. taking its time and occasionally looking upwards to see where it was going. it stopped after some time seeing that the river was split into three ways and on the other side of it all, there seemed to be a forest of trees. the horse seemed to look over at the trees. it turned and started to pull the wagon the the south untill finding a shallow place where the wagon could be pulled across <c
Chiyo : the horse pulled the wagon across the river and upon crossing pulled it towards the forest. walking along the tree line it tilted up its head taking a deep breath into its nostrils. and moved into the tree line the horse found a clearing and stopped. being in the treeline near what seemed to be a tavern of some sorts kicking a lever set behind it on the left the teal colored wagon it pulled dropped pegs behind the harness mount to stabilize the back of the wagon. and the horse started to shrink. <c
Chiyo : the arms and legs taking diffrent shapes as the sounds of joints poping now came from this creature. the ears moved to the sides of its head and grew smaller as it was able to move from the harness and walk around the wagon adjusting levers and things on the back to stabilize the wagon, the body of the creature turning into that of a woman's. she turned looking up to the back of wagon and climbed up to pull down the stairs. her transformation completed. she pushed in on one of the carved designs on the <
Chiyo : door and a lock could be heard clicking inside. she moved in quickly so she could put on some clothing. she hated changing her shape it always ended up she was naked. she opened the trunk near the door and hurriedly dressed herself. pulling on a pair of brown leggings with leather laced through the sides to keep them together showing the slightest <c
Chiyo : bit of skin around the hips she fastened them up and rummaging through the trunk again she pulled a light grey colored tunic and a black underbust she put on as well. grabbing a pair of boots as she stepped back out taking a deep breath and looking up at the sky before sitting down she placed her boots next to her streaching her arms above her head her back cracking she let out a sigh "i really need to get a horse.. this is killing my back " she muttered before putting on her boots one by one <fin
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ scrapes, or any major wounds on the boy's flesh. He knew he would not hear the end of it if he did, so he would cover the shadow up with a blanket, to not only hide his bruises, and injuries, but also to keep the boy warm, until he felt well enough to stand. "Suffer, suffer, scream in pain, blood is spilling from your brain." He began, the tune similar to how human beings would sing about the stars. "Zombies gnaw you like a plum, piercing cries, and you succumb." He sang, keeping an eye on his son c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ as he finalized the tune. "Suffer, suffer, scream in pain." It was here, when the darkness would yawn a little bit his self, having gotten very little rest back when he was dealing with his daughter in the first of the Infernal layers. "You will never breathe again." He whispered, the creature leaving the boy's side, but only to return back to the kitchen. Grasping the fridge door, he would gently open it, to fix his self an early morning snack, before his son came to, and he would hear from Tacita.
¤Vıٌŧïم—½édïïéठ: For instance. Say she agreed and took the deal. A week later Victor is made king. RIGHT AFTER the crowning ceremony Gisselle turns to Victor and says "From this point forward you are now my butler. You will act in all the mannerisms of a Butler and will harm no one in the kingdom of Eladrin nor the kingdom itself. You will use all your power to"+
¤Vٌŧïم—½édïïéठ: "to protect Eladrin from all outside invasion or hostility." -=
R¹bbيt‡Bḷḁck؛un : -= He stepped free from the place where he had been recovering the mask covering his face white and pure of embellishment. Things had changed, things had progressed, Cold eyes stared over the lands below him, feet coming to rest upon the top most tower of the castle. He lifted his hands upwards towards the heavens as he began to speak letting the words roll across the lands below him. Times may have changed but he was far older then anyone assumed. It seemed he could not have time off to recover. >>
R¹bbيt‡Bḷḁck؛un : " By turn of one The curse is done By turn of two It’s power is through By turn of three It ceases to be" spoken anciet Gaelic. Step one curse breaker was issued forth. Stage two began moments later. " Darkness beyond blackest pitch. Deeper than the deepest night. King of darkness, who shines like gold upon the sea of chaos. I call upon thee, and swear myself to thee. Let the fools who stand before me be destroyed by the power you and I posses: scutum Dei" a hand moved down drawing a single dagger, >>
R¹bbيt‡Bḷḁck؛un : The blade flipping and twisting against the building storm to sink into the skin along his her... its forearm. You wanted to see what he was capable of with old school abilities. Crimson liquids began to spill dripping, and twisting becoming something more then mere crimson droplets. Forbidden arts Twisting. begining to take the spells that where issued one of destruction one of endings. Destruction brought growth, brought life, but in order to bring something new the old had to be destroyed and >>
R¹bbيt‡Bḷḁck؛un : reborn into something greater then it had been. The curse breaker would shatter, the shield around the castle but with that shattering the pieces where gathered up and the began to reform as sonorous words echoed forth spreading across the land. "Power of merlin, Forest Lord, Shield us, Succor Us, Spare us, Aid us, Checking of blood, incantation of blood, blood shall congeal, wounds shall close. Slave of hecate, crone goddess who keeps the wise blood, who keeps the healing wise man imprisone, shield >>
R¹bbيt‡Bḷḁck؛un : us, succor us, spare us, aid us" these words spoken took the destruction spell and began to fuse it together, the price of blood paid to gods from long before the elf kind came into being, before the mighty dragons flew the air. This was the old school of magic, from a time when there were no houses, there was no schools to magic, heralding back to a time when magic was more free and more wild, when its actions came as more of a natural phenomenon. "Let my words as spoken from the olden times create a >>
R¹bbيt‡Bḷḁck؛un : covenent upon this land, let none who seek to harm it enter, let none who seek its demise arise. Let those who seek acceptence enter, let those who seek to be themselves be accepted. To you oh house of hearth and stone i implore you, succor those within your walls, stand tall to the darknesses that seek to enter your halls and bring woe upon those who reside within. To those with out I beseech thee, give aid as it is needed. Support those who rule with kind hearts and wise heads" he took a deep breath>>
R¹bbيt‡Bḷḁck؛un : as he felt the twisting take hold and settle upon the lands and castle "Lastly ... to those who rule ... remember that your people are your strength never fail them, support them and rule with wisdom and clarity" with those words spoken or perhaps it was better to say they were implored upon the winds and lands, the castle and buildings of the city and kingdom. It was done and he began to fade from this place "There the price is paid ... " =-
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : A book was placed by Darlok... months ago... Viktor made his words and the likes but to thwart whatever or however he was able to just pass the guards and the likes... there was a residiual of his energies from the book he used to get into the castle and to the queen... Rhys had followed that small amount of residual energy to the mundane looking
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : book and destroyed in the HOPES that it was the right one, which it was... and Victor the next time you try to enter within the kingdom you find yourself outside of the borders~
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : what kind of dragon?
Lyceryl : Woods... For a moment the body paused, four paws suspended firmly upon the ground cover beneath her. A giant head swivveling to the left as a pair of golden orange eyes peered back in the direction to which she had been traveling. Even now she could smell the stench of rotting mechanical beings, would it ever truly leave the body, let alone the -c-
Lyceryl : the memory that served to unsettle her. Magic was there as well, she'd pushed through it at least once. Perhaps a second time in the duration of days and nights that had passed by her. The den and pack were shattered, beings scattered this way and that to the wind. In time they would reunite, each having need to go their seperate ways to -c-
Lyceryl : recover. The strength of the wolf was its pack and the strength of the pack found within its members. Ears lifted fainted as distant sound was captured, the crackling of a twig stepped on a little too absent mindedly. Was Leryn back there somewhere attempting to follow her, part of her hoped it to be the case and yet that other part wanted to -c-
Lyceryl : charge the past and push the sibling away. A turn back to the present and Lyceryl was once again pushing forward. Where she didn't know, did she care. That was another thought she wasn't ready to dwell upon yet. One paw digging in and then the other, hidden beneath the thickly populated tree's from whatever may spy down from the sky. Before -c-
Lyceryl : her in the distance audible and yet beyond sight lay a kingdom. -e-
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Leryn : Nose to the ground, Leryn sniffed. She was a half a mile or so back and the scent of her sister had been left upon the forests floor. Lifting her head, those amber eyes focused on the path ahead of her. Good girl. Staying off the main path was smart. Especially considering all things. It had been months since she had actually seen her <c>
Leryn : sister, though she had been following her. Waiting for the right tie to reveal herself. Just as she stepped forward, the snap of the twig echoed and Leryn cursed herself in her own mind. She knew Lyc would take off and so Leryn did too. It was time to end this game. If they were the only ones left in this pack, then they needed to band <c>
Leryn : together to survive. There was no other choice. Pawed feet dug into the ground and moving to the right of Lyceryl, Leryn picked up the pace a little bit. Being the younger of the two, she was a bit faster than Lyceryl. Always had been. Even if her sister refused to admit it. As she came along the flank of her sister in wolf form, she'd <c>
Leryn : wait for just the right moment before leaping at her in an attempt to knock her off her feet. A growl would form in her throat as if telling her sister to stop. A conversation needed to be had. Now.
Lyceryl : A conversation with teeth - The twig had given her sisters location away, just as the increase in movement. Despite how fast Leryn may of been she was almost reckless in that youth. The ability to locate her became almost impossible to fail, the nearly thunderous in her ears, (increased lupine hearing) there was no racing off in the attempt to -c-
Lyceryl : out distance herself from her packmate. Instead Lyceryl stopped mid stride and simply waited for the other wolven form to show itself. There was a collision, that stride of Leryns rather literally bowling the older wolf off her paws and yet there was no phasing the creature. Ground rolled around her, or really her over it and with jaws parting -c-
Lyceryl : the muzzle would snap together at air in a warning. There was no quarrel, no offer of submission or defeat. Ears though were drawn into a lowered state, clearly a warning even as she simply just laid there. As rogue as she may of been, the companionship was wholeheartedly welcomed. -e-
Leryn : Connection! Though, perhaps she should have gone about it a different way?! Her own ears lowered against her head as she moved slightly to the right, before taking a step back and reverting to her human form. "We need to talk Lyceryl. You can't just keep wandering the countryside on your own." Leryn stood there, naked as the day she was <c>
Leryn : born, though it didn't phase her. It was something she had become accustomed to. "I can smell the magic in these lands. You don't even know what you're walking into. Perhaps they don't like people like us.." A slender brow lifted as she sighed softly and crossed her arms under her bosom. She'd wait for her sister to join her in human<c>
Lyceryl : Uncomfortable as that collision had been and then the not so nice introduction to the earth beneath them, it wasn't so much an uncommon greeting between the two, no or as they had grown up. Leryn reverted to her human form, something Lyceryl was a little slower to do. Some habits died hard and as much as she held no qualms with wandering -c-
Lyceryl : around in a suit gifted by birth she really didn't want to at the moment. It opened up insecurities amongst other things. Only there was something Leryn didn't actually know. Pushing herself into a seated position, haunches upon the grass and front paws before her, Lyc's eyes would close. Where Leryn had learned to push through the pain -c-
Lyceryl : quickly to revert, she almost relished in that discomfort, the audible crack and pop as bone set to adjusting itself and reshaping the creature into something more mundane. A form that could walk amongst mortals without causing fear. The pendant was there, it would settle into place just above her breasts. Only things did not stop there, -c-
Lyceryl : Lyceryl wasn't nude... Simplistic the linen was, rudimentary stitched lines. An attempt at something long lost to the pack while settled as no need was found for it. Tunic and breeches, and a chest that slowly heaved with the exertion and taxing of mind and spirit that labored the body. "We are all magic Leryn." It was spoken through gritted -c-
Lyceryl : teeth, as she fought that first wave of nausia. The addition to the shift where clothing was involved was taking some getting used to. -e-
Leryn : Leryn had forgotten the pain that transformation had caused Lyceryl. She still had never understood why she was able to transform so much easier than her sister. Perhaps a higher pain tolernace? "You know what I mean Lyc....-that- magic is different. If you can't smell it, you're losing your touch." Hazel eyes moved over the clothing that <c>
Leryn : Lyceryl adorned and Leryn wrinkled her nose some. "I need to find a way to carry clothes with me...." A giggle escaped her lips as she moved to her sister and hugged her tightly. "I've been following you for months. What's going on? I've tried to reach out to the rest of the pack, but I can't find anyone else Lyc. We can't be all that's <c>
Leryn : left can we? I know some didn't make it when they were living up in the mountains of Mith....but....it couldn't have taken them all.." Worry had washed over the ounger sisters face. "What brought you to this realm?"
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Lyceryl : That pain wasn't so much do to a lower pain tolerance, Lyc had a habit of busting her knuckles over the bridge of peoples noses, or certain guards noses anyhow. What it boiled down to was the relishing of the pain, of enduring it to remember why they were granted that ability. To lose sight of that they risked losing sight of themselves. For a -c-
Lyceryl : while the elder wolf maintained an air of silence, gathering what she knew into thoughts. "I can smell it Leryn. And I follow it because it hides us!" Would she understand that? As free as the ley lines were, they had the ability to almost pass unmolested. Hidden by the scents that lingered from wild magic. Slowly she would lift her right arm, -c-
Lyceryl : finger tips grasping the hem of the sleeve of her left arm as it was lifted up revealing a small symbol that had been etched into the flesh of her arm in blue dyed ink. "I can attempt to do it for you..." She remembered most of the words that had been uttered, "Just not right now." When she was hugged Lyc did nothing for a moment just sat there -c-
Lyceryl : and took the hugging face on before finally lifting her left arm and wrapping it about her sisters side and returning the human affection. "We are not all that is left. We all left seperately through the mists, Father in search of the youngers that had been lost in the siege. When it is time we will all reunite. For now we remain strong." -e
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : he peered into the red hues of her oldest daughter. She'd kept her close, taught her everything she knew, and made sure her training was more extensive than her other children. It was not to say that Saryn favored Cythra more, but she showed the potential that she would be the next Matron Mother of the house, when it was her time. Saryn was >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : not too proud to oblige an heir to her throne. She was too proud to let someone else, not of her loins, take over her castle. This was hers. She earned this. She killed for this, and she was damned if some bitch would take her place. No, she would pass that on to her oldest, when the time was right to do so. The girl needed tested, first. And so, >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : she would be. By both, herself and the Weaver of Webs. The white haired girl would be at the head of the house in her absence. To run the home for 30 days, while Saryn went to the surface. If, for some reason, she came back to chaos in her home, the girl was likely dead, and the next daughter, Ramiha, would step into her place. Ramiha was >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : cunning, but she was brash. She didn’t know patience, but she was definitely ruthless. She liked that about the girl. Ramiha took on her mothers twisted ways of torture, and she liked it. "In my absence, daughter, I expect you to earn your rank as a priestess." She looked at Cythra, expectant. She nodded to her mother and took the envelope she >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : was given. "The seal doesn’t break until the 30th day, before my arrival. If you make it, that long." With a wave of her hand, she shooed the girl from her room and sent her maid for the oldest son. The boy came in and immediately took a knee before his mother. "Stand." She commanded him. Both of her sons were well trained spellcasters and >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : even better trained militant beings. "You are to protect your older sister. She is wise, but not enough. I will write to you, in the webs, every day, to check on the progress of our House. I expect perfection from you. That is all." She waved him off, and with one last check of her person, she met the house in the foyer. Her red hues passed >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : over her children, their chambers, guards and the few servants they had. "30 days. If my house is not in perfect condition when I arrive, I will start anew." They all knew that this meant death, and a new set of children to take their place. Had they failed their mother, they would answer to Lolth. She took her leave to the surface with only >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : Ilztas with her. She required him to walk behind her, as he was not on her level of authority. The man fathered her children, and her children knew that he did, but never did they actually call him father. She didn’t take this man as her husband, but rather, he was a pawn. She needed children and there was no possibility she was going to let >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : anyone lower than he, touch her or father her children. Her children were perfect specimens. Trained and worthy. They were almost equal to her. Almost. Saryn and Ilztas made their way quickly, through a forest. It was time to watch her children act without her presence, to see what they would do and how they handle their life, without her. It was >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : only for a short time, but it was time enough to watch them rise, or die. Finally, after some time of walking through the forest, they came upon an inn.(Greenlief) She walked slower, as she came to the door, making sure that Ilztas was there before her, to open it. Never should she have to end her stride, due to a door. The man was prompt, as >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : always. They lived a long while, together, he knew her requirements, by now. Red eyes searched the dining hall for a suitable table, and found one in the back corner. Of course, the man wouldn’t be allowed to join her, but rather he would have to sit at an empty table, next to hers. Of course, he was the only person she almost trusted. Still, he >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : wouldn’t have her full trust, as she trusted no one, not even her own children, as much as she should be able to. They were cunning, twisted little liars, and though she was proud of their deceitful tendencies, she couldn’t trust that the wouldn’t kill her. With Ilztas at her left and a wall at her right and back, she watched the surface dwellers >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : as they bustled around the dining hall. Their ugly pale features pulled a grimace at her lips. She would put up with these disgusting creatures for the remainder of her 30 days, before she returned to her House. Finally a tavern wench spotted them and decided to make her way towards them. Upon her approach, Saryns hand would lift, to silence the>
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : girl from asking her anything, at all. In one fluid motion, she lowered her hand enough to point at Ilztas, who would make the order for both of them. There was no possibility that Saryn was going to socialize with such a lowly creature, if she didn’t have to. This girl served her, she was in no way an equal, and wouldn’t get the pleasure of >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : the pleasure of speaking to her, or being spoken to. <e>
Ilztas_Arkenett : -He wasn't going to pretend as though her understood her motives or the driving force behind them. All well and good to test her eldest daughter, and the loyalty of her sons, but to bring herself up to the surface where she so easily despised the people and all about them. Not that such feelings were unique to her, thoughts of superiority were an >
Ilztas_Arkenett : inherent feature to the drow; and that hatred was in turn usually no less powerful to the folk who walked in the light of the Sun. He felt a headache coming on from the task of keeping the woman's pace and how he was going to have to play mediator between herself and the world about her now. She was likely going to feel quite content to hold her >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : air of distance and majesty against all the folk about them. Hopefully it remained distance and not the desire to hold court about the people who she had no sway, or claim to power apart from her own upbringing. Fortune had him spend a good century or more moving about on the over world and among its peoples. Diplomacy was a skill he had spent >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : decades refining and properly mastering in order to influence folk. Though he was usually under the cover of several masks, and illusions at such times, Saryn would have felt insulted to travel about under some little trick, so they moved openly and would suffer her arrogance through the whole affair. Ah well, the things one did for a living ... >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : There were worse ways he could be earning himself coin, food, and what else pleasures he might seek out. For the time being, he did the talking while she isolated herself from the folk, back to the wall as was the natural, distrust nearly all dark elves had inculcated to their minds. Though, a spelled or otherwise prepared wall could stab you in >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : back just as easily as anything else in the world, it was no matter for now. He ordered the most expensive bits of food and wine he knew could suit her tastes. It was the Matron's coin to be thrown about, and she was going to demand to be pampered to the utmost in finery, and niceties to be satisfied. So he did as much, customizing her meal to the>
Ilztas_Arkenett : local fare, and to the best of her wants he could achieve. That done he sat quietly at a table across from her. She wished her space for now, and given she was in a particularly snappy mood today, he felt no need to push his luck by conversing with her. Just play the role of her herald and courtier and for now be gate keeper to those who might try>
Leryn : Lyceryl never seemed to show the affection that Leryn did. THough it bothered the young wolf, she didn't let it show. What she wanted was a normal family. A famly that loved one another. It seemed everyone else was afraid to show any form of affection. leryn was grasping at the last string that tied her to the affection their mother showed<c>
Leryn : them at a young age. When the hug ended, Leryn stepped back and sighed. "It may hide us Lyceryl...but what would you have done when you arrived there? What if they're not friendly with...our kind? Just because they had magic and magic is used there doesn't mean they're willing to befriend a wolf..." A slender brow lifted again and when the<c>
Ilztas_Arkenett : and cross the assumed lines of propriety to deal with the woman. When the food did come, he made a point of carefully sampling her portion as to show it lacking poison and the intent to kill her. Inns which went about letting their guests die were hardly going to attract good business. Though the kitchen staff were likely not pleased with the >>
Leryn : mark was revealed, Leryn winced. She had gotten a tatto over a scar on her shoulder blade a few years ago and that hurt like a son of a bitch. She wasn't so sure she was willing to let her sister go to town on her flesh with some special rune or something. "Yeah..not now..." Returning her attention to the distant realm, another sigh escaped<c>
Leryn : her lips. "So what's your plan?"
Ilztas_Arkenett : overly complex and demanding set of instructions to how the woman's food would be prepared and served to her. Playing the good lacky, he laid out her tray to her and bows, spoke nothing and retreated that she may enjoy herself to some peace.-
Volodar_Luhana : -The wind whipped past rippling off the golden scales of the dragon underneath Volodar as below clouds flew past. With a mighty beat of it's wings the Adult Dragon shifted the clouds upwards in a puff on either side then tilted downwards to drop below the clouds as Volodar held onto the reigns while seated firmly in his saddle dressed down in -+
Volodar_Luhana : -full armor. His bow was at his back along with the quiver of arrows and his twin elven curved blades were at the back of his waist. To his left hip he kept his longsword sheathed safely clasped for the ride. Below the world opened up to a beauty of forestry and landscape and ahead a walled kingdom known as Eladrin. With a roar the large Golden -+
Volodar_Luhana : -gave call of their arrival. Volodar felt sorry for the messenger they'd sent as he was sure they'd passed him yesterday. Across the wall the dragon flew without even slowing to cruise towards the city and it's castle before banking away to find an open area to settle down in. Once on the ground Volodar was able to dismount before turning to give -
Volodar_Luhana : +
Volodar_Luhana : -the dragon a look.- "Go. I will be fine." -The dragon snorted but took off towards the open air of the south point. Volodar turned towards the castle's direction.-=
Lyceryl : Affection wasn't shown the same way because unlike Leryn, Lyc followed in her fathers footsteps. Reserved, though outgoing when it was required. What would she of done, that was where the two Waraths differed, Lyc lived to much in the moments with a casual glance given to the future, Leryn on the otherhand tended to care more about -c-
Lyceryl : the repercussions of their actions, what happens next. "I search for the reason I am here, if they don't take kindly to me being amongst them. Oh well." Wouldn't be the first time she fought herself into or out of a place. Bones mended over time, flesh knit itself back together. "Remind them to fear what is wild, or learn to respect it." She -c-
Lyceryl : would slowly stand up, allowing her body its moment in time to stretch before looking at Leryn, "You go in like that and I will be nailing bodies to the wall... Shift or find clothing Leryn." Perferably not stolen clothing. As amusing as that game had been when they were young she didn't feel like having to stand against guards so soon -c-
Lyceryl : when someone cried thief upon her. -e-
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : She allowed the man to use her fork, since they had only brought enough for one person per meal. She huffed a little, already irritated with the surface. She wiped off her fork, using Ilztas own cloth, and went to eating the food he had ordered. The girl lingered, like she wanted to make conversation, or sure that it was good. Saryn waved her >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : hand, not wanting to deal with the woman. She had been paid her coin when the order was made, there was no reason for her to stand there, in all her.. Paleness. Red hues moved over the tavern as she chewed, delicately. She was too proper in her way of eating, though it was a truth that she couldn’t stand the sound of chewing from another person, >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : as so she ate her food slowly. She instilled this in her children at a young age, and even the man that accompanied her would know that he needed to chew quietly and drink without a slurp. Manners were required of him, in her presence. "Should have brought my own food to have cooked." She shook her head and kept eating. She couldn’t starve herself>
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : while she was on the surface, but the food was not to her standards. It would do, for now.<e>
Ilztas_Arkenett : -He watched the byplay, the poor serving girl hovered about in the worry she might have done something to offend or cause problems. Yet, that would only complicate the matter. He bowed to her quietly, offering her a smile and an extra bit of coin as a tip. Assuring her all was well and the madam enjoyed the food quite well. She was eating at >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : least without flinging the tray across the table and making a scene. She had some sense of manners to her, even if the haughtiness was going to only die when the woman's soul had journeyed down to the Abyss to greet Lolth herself. He scooted the maid off with a warm smile and his charming eyes. One thing he could count on with many of the surface>>
Ilztas_Arkenett : girls was an 'exotic' look to flatter them to one's will, or in this case out of trouble. Spinning back quietly to listen to his mate complaining about the food and the want of her own chef. He'd tried to broach the subject ... four times in the process of preparing for this trip? Yet, no, she would not create a scene and have some large caravan >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : of folk following her about. Less conspicuous and draw less resources from their house coffers and staff that her daughter was going to need in order to demonstrate she could manage. This seemed as much a test to prove Saryn could handle herself in the larger world without all the spoiled comforts of home, and to test his patience and ability to>>
Ilztas_Arkenett : carefully lay over so people would not cause problems for them. He just bowed a bit, eyes to the floor as was his nature. It was demure, and foolish a gesture for a drow to ever take their eyes from a potential killer, which was everyone in their home. From the highest ranking priestess' cold whim, down to the lowest, broken goblin slave. "I will >
Ilztas_Arkenett : "take pains to instruct the staff to the proper preparation of your foods and delights in the future, beloved Matron." He did layer it on a bit thick, but it was perhaps his overly romantic language and behavior that had her so enamored with the concept of almost trusting him. More so than anyone else it seemed. With that done he sat quietly.>>
Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Gisselle started to awaken from her sedative placed upon by Nimena, she started to feel a little groggy until something passed through her. The power from the Star Crystal that controlled the ward surged through her like a hurricane and it was so shocking she had to gasp for air for a moment as if the wind was knocked out of her placing a hand <c>
Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : to her chest with eyes widened. It lasted for about a moment, you blinked and it was done. She felt the presence's of Rabbit and those almost float away receiving the message that their contract had been fullfilled. This brought a tear to her eyes when it was finished, that possibly menat she was never going to see them again, Rabbit, Anisel,<c>
Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Verve, Kite....She was getting to know and like them. This indeed was going to be a hard day for her. She wanted to teach Verve how to dance more and learn more from Rabbit who helped her so much, she wasn't ready to let them go yet. "Please come back..." She whispered to herself in her room more so then sending out a signal to them, if they<c>
Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : wished to leave she wasn't going to stop them, it was their right to do so. But she felt almost utterly alone, if Rhys left too it would almost crush her, not knowing that Lady Nim had a conversation with him and he wasn't going anywhere. But what if he did? She let out a heavy sigh as the maids came in and helped her get ready for the day. <c>
Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : She was placed in an emerald and gold trimmed gown after she finished bathing and had her hair fixed. When everything was said and done the dainty tiara was placed on her head and she was out of her chambers with her small entourage heading for the main hall. Sad on the inside but a smile on the outside as she headed for the throne room in <c>
Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : all her glory one would say. Sitting down on the throne she was greeted by the nobles and of course going through the list of those who accepted the invitation and those who did not. Derik was not on the list. She blinked and wondered if he was notified. She hoped so, she missed him and Iron not knowing the two had split up, she knew they <c>
Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : had left Phaelador, but that was the last she heard of the pair, she hadn't even got a chance to meet the twins yet. So much going on and little control as she continued on going through other parchments and catching up what was happening in the kingdom while wondering why she was left in control of the Wards now. <e>
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : She recalled what the man had told her before they left and she put him in his place. This was the best way to do things. The weaver of webs would test her, as much as she tested her children. She would pass this. She had to. If she didn’t, she deserved to be fed to her Goddess. She nodded to the man as he spoke, and smirked. She liked the way he >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : catered to her. It was almost flattering. He always tried too hard, when something went wrong. It was sad to think that he could possibly be plotting her death, or the take over of her own house, which was why she didn’t trust him, or even her own children. For now, he hadnt done anything to cross her. Hadnt seemed to want to try, not yet, anyway.>
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : "Id like fresh meat, next time." She was telling him to hunt for their next meal, right before it was cooked. For now, this was fine, but if the meat wasn’t fresh for her next meal, she would have someones head, in the worst way. Be sure to get us a room and take what little we have to it. I want it all put where it belongs before I retire." She >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : spoke in a flat voice, which was more than what others got. Her tone was typically that of disdain, or disgust. For him, she would give nothing. Not hate, nor love. As she gave her children, when they were proving their worth. <e>
Ilztas_Arkenett : -All he could do was massage his temple a bit as he nodded to her. "I will see to it myself, and pray no one disturb you while you enjoy your meal." Standing quietly and taking up their few belongings. At least the rooms for the inn came highly recommended, as inns went at least. He wove a quick spell and his bowl and fork rose and followed in his>
Ilztas_Arkenett : wake. Seeming to glide along of their own accord while he occasionally took a bite and saw their belongings to the proper bedroom. She was likely going to make him sleep on the floor, but ah well, he'd done that many times. Hard stone, hard tree roots, all the same to him in the end. He slept little, even for an elf, and a couple hours on a hard >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : floor would make no different to that in the long run. Unless she was to demand attention from him, which was always possible. This was going to be a long month, and he was going to need a lot of patience and something for the headaches that were likely to follow. He put away their belongings as she would desire them located. Perhaps just a >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : security measure to make her feel comfortable with 'owning' her space as she felt she did. Glancing around the room he wove a few, subtle spells to cloak it from scrying and easy detections of people nearby. Then added a ward on the door as well. Returning to her quietly, having occasionally taken bites from the bowl that floated behind him.-
طhys°طavencrest : It had been the second or third time now that someone had indicated the fact that his skin apparently was too dark, or maybe ashen. He was uncertain. But Rhys actually stared at himself in the mirror for several long moments wondering momentarily on what the proper color of flesh should be. He was of course drawn to the Ashen beauty of the drow but if blending was truly his desire then he would have to make the change. Altering his skin tone was easy, a simple heat of the flesh and the skin went from grey<
•ƹbby• : The flames within the hearth of the castle's Throne room roared suddenly up into life as the small form of a black and red furred creature stirred under the logs. The flames seemed to lick across his form with ease as he shifted to the side and yawned loudly. Both little feet pressed against one such log shifting it off it's precarious perch. It -+
طhys°طavencrest : to vibrant and lively golden color. He drew his finger tips over his cheeks a moment and turned from the vanity mirror in his chamber and took the time to dress for the day, He donned more 'fitting' clothing to what he saw most of the men wearing here. A simple black tunic and britches with boots. He really didn't need the aesthetic of a cloak or coat, though typically he wore them to keep his heated flesh from burning or making those around him uncomfortable. Today however he truly just didn't care. <<
•ƹbby• : slipped and dropped from the spot with a thud and a shower of sparks. Ebby gave a small squeak as it almost fell atop him. His little head poked up through a center hole in the logs and both little golden eyes blinked a few times as he took in the Throne room wondering where he'd arrived at. He always seemed to end up in the strangest places when-+
•ƹbby• : he fell asleep in fire.-=
طhys°طavencrest : stepping from his chamber the Ravux male would make way through the halls of the castle down to the throne room in time to see the heath suddenly burst into flame. This did cause the being to frown and his form did begin its slow traversing towards the hearth intent to discover and likely kill whatever had interrupted his thoughts,Though casting a glance about the chamber, he noted the arrival of Gisselle which, hindered that plot. -end-
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Ĉallîé أےaيaelîè : This was arguably the easiest job he'd ever had. Really all he had to do was spend time ensuring the drunks didn't get to drunk and it was pretty easy to figure out who was going to be an issue and who wasn't. You see he had an eye for those people whom he could beguile into believing he was part of their circle. Which meant he spent a lot of time of his day drinking water and pretending to be friends with men and woman he didn't know. Easily he adorned them with his company and usually he could keep the <<
Ĉallîé أےaيaelîè : more lively drunkards from being 'too lively' but on the rare occasion he did remove a person. Which was usually discreet and filled with much laughter. The Tavern today was quite save for the staff and the few regulars. Of course he had noticed the entrance of a rather hoity toity looking drowess, but then he really hadn't come to expect any different from the Children of Lloth. Likely why he tended to avoid them for the most part. It really didn't help that for the most part they tended to try to end <<
Ĉallîé أےaيaelîè : his existence or rain on his parade by calling him 'abomination' and other fun little slights towards his mixed heritage. But you know, he couldn't be bothered with that today. He'd plans toe enjoy the quiet and his cold glass of water. Intended to flirt with the staff and see who would be joyful enough to join him in bed, and then when that was done he might think to amuse himself by 'shit' talking a drow. But that was later, so was bedding the tavern wench. For now he was going to enjoy his ice cold <<
Ĉallîé أےaيaelîè : glass of water. -end-
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : She was pleased that she was only eyed by the tavern wench. The woman didn’t bother her, other than that, but then, there were eyes all over the room. She ate, savoring the small bites she took, trying to force them to taste as good as she wanted. After each bite, she washed it down with a small sip of wine, to relieve her tongue. Her eyes caught >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : caught her pawn as he trekked past her vision to take his original seat. "Youre irritated." She didn’t have to ask the man how he felt. She knew him long enough that his aura would tell her all she needed to know, or even just to look at his face. His stress lines were more evident than usual. She figured, before, that it was just because they >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : were on the surface, but he seemed to like being here, just a little. It was her, that he was irritated at. Or the fact that he would have to be nice, and apologize for her behavior. She noticed a particular male figure, floating about the tavern. Her eyes laid on him with indifference. "I will mind myself, Ilztas. Keep the wretch away from me." >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : Had the man followed his Ladys eyes, she would point out, Callon, who had enough of her races blood to be noticed, but not enough to be welcomed. She finished her food and chased it with a big gulp of the wine. "Wine." she finished her glass and leaned back, waiting for the man to do as was told. <e>
Ilztas_Arkenett : -When he was 'relaxed' he was possibly a bit too easy to read, but she became annoyed when he played the chessmaster and was closed off in his emotions and wore nothing but a calm mask. "As you desire, my beloved Matron." Glancing to the male she indicated and then took to getting her more wine from the bar. Oh how he could but hope she would ..
Ilztas_Arkenett : play nice and not get drunk to the point she began ranting and carrying on. Of course, that night had been fun ... after awhile, it was where their first son had come from. Still, she could be quite harsh to tolerate when she was in the most foul of moods. He brought the wine and poured it for her quietly. Stepping back a bit and resuming his >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : his post as her unofficial guardian. Really should have brought along a couple gnolls, or ogres to be the brute strength to allow her to have some space from others. Yet, that might be a bit too visible, and she would then complain at length about their 'smell' so there was no point in the toil. Perhaps might he enchant some animal or the like to>>
Ilztas_Arkenett : serve in that roll. Assuming he could even get her to even trust him enough to work such a spell. Thoughts for another time, he sat once more and ate his food quietly. A meal should not take this long to enjoy, but when one was playing mage, adviser, butler, and who knew what other roles before this was all over.-
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : She watched him as he moved about the tavern to fulfill her wishes. When he replenished her wine, she uttered a spell, making sure there was no poison in it and took a drink. "Speak freely." She didn’t look at the man, but it appeared there was something he wanted to say. It was only he, that she brought with her, and so he wouldn’t get much of >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : his own time, to hisself, which was unfair. The least she could do was let him act as though he was nearly her equal. Well, maybe not that much, but he could speak his mind. At least for the time they were on the surface. "And be sure not to get too close to these surface dwellers.. They stink. I don’t want to smell that in my room." <e>
Ilztas_Arkenett : -He stroked on his chin and turned his head to her, offering her a gentle smile. "Nothing important, beloved Matron. I am simply running things through my mind." He affected a slow grin for her, and put it away for now. There was no point in brooking an argument with her at the moment, and she seemed to have herself in hand. "Pondering what I >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : "should hunt up in the morning, little more." Then she spoke of the 'stink' of the surface, ah the woman was ... well, she could be only herself. At least she was far more tolerable than most of the other Matron Mothers he could be dealing with right now. "I will strive to avoid allowing that to happen."-
•ƹbby• : Ebby blinked as a finger drew near and peered down at him. He gave a smile and opened his maw wide in a cute little rawr at Rhys but the heat from the fire was echoed in the heat from Ebby's body. His little tail swished back and forth behind him causing embers to stir in the fire and bristle up in showers of sparks. "HAI HAI! I'M EBBY!" He -+
•ƹbby• : stated rather excitedly and loudly. Ebby had a very hyper nature about him. "ARE YOU HERE TO PLAY WITH EBBY!?"-=
طhys°طavencrest : Drawing his hand upward the Ravux's hand would come over his face and his lips pulled into a thin line at the creature that not only seemed to have some affinity fire like the Ravux but by personality seemed rather, well off putting in Rhys' opinion. His hand drew forward to absently pat the creature upon the head thoughtlessly turning away " No I don't play, but get away from the fire before you set something ablaze " he wasn't going to deal with an inferno at the moment. Not that it would have been a <<
طhys°طavencrest : big deal really. -end-
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : She took note of the smile he gave her and turned to look at her wine. With a finger, she hovered over the glass and spun her it around, forcing the liquid inside to move in correlation. "You know what I like, Ilztas. Ill try not to be to picky. " She looked at the man, her face looked almost defeated, but her eyes showed nothing. She was going >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : to conquer this challenge. This wasn’t her home. This was the surface. Everything here was different. Customs were different, but she was only who she was. Saryn. Matron Mother of her house, and Priestess of Lolth. She was obeying her orders from her Goddess. "I understand that customs are not the same, here. I will strive to maintain an >
ھaryn¤Ķeatris : an acceptable behavior for these… Citizens." She spoke the last word with disgust. She hated the place, already. She was ready to go home, but she must obey her leader. Lolth wanted to test her children, as well as herself, and so she would. This was, however, not what she was expecting. <e>
Ilztas_Arkenett : -He nodded quietly and offered her a gentle smile as she spoke, and subdued the worst of her pride for the time being. "Very good Matron." Putting the water to his lips and sipping on it quietly. He couldn't afford to drink much at the moment, not by way of alcohol. Would do neither of them any good if he was unable to think or function properly. >
Ilztas_Arkenett : Of course he never had been one to enjoy wine in any fashion. It was more a necessity to avoid drinking contaminated water, than it was for the taste or joy of an inebriated buffoonery. It was going to be a challenge for her, as much as himself. Though he could not really quite grasp Lolth's will in having his mate roaming about the surface >>
Ilztas_Arkenett : and NOT causing trouble, for now at least. The goddess always had odd whims and her reasons were almost inscrutable to those who were mortal and not possessed of that mode of thinking. Ah well, simply make do with what was.-
Chiyo : * a pale grey colored horse pulled a teal gypsy wagon. the driver seemed to be gone. it followed along the river bank. taking its time and occasionally looking upwards to see where it was going. it stopped after some time seeing that the river was split into three ways and on the other side of it all, there seemed to be a forest of trees. the horse seemed to look over at the trees. it turned and started to pull the wagon the the south untill finding a shallow place where the wagon could be pulled across <c
Chiyo : the horse pulled the wagon across the river and upon crossing pulled it towards the forest. walking along the tree line it tilted up its head taking a deep breath into its nostrils. and moved into the tree line the horse found a clearing and stopped. being in the treeline near what seemed to be a tavern of some sorts kicking a lever set behind it on the left the teal colored wagon it pulled dropped pegs behind the harness mount to stabilize the back of the wagon. and the horse started to shrink. <c
Chiyo : the arms and legs taking diffrent shapes as the sounds of joints poping now came from this creature. the ears moved to the sides of its head and grew smaller as it was able to move from the harness and walk around the wagon adjusting levers and things on the back to stabilize the wagon, the body of the creature turning into that of a woman's. she turned looking up to the back of wagon and climbed up to pull down the stairs. her transformation completed. she pushed in on one of the carved designs on the <
Chiyo : door and a lock could be heard clicking inside. she moved in quickly so she could put on some clothing. she hated changing her shape it always ended up she was naked. she opened the trunk near the door and hurriedly dressed herself. pulling on a pair of brown leggings with leather laced through the sides to keep them together showing the slightest <c
Chiyo : bit of skin around the hips she fastened them up and rummaging through the trunk again she pulled a light grey colored tunic and a black underbust she put on as well. grabbing a pair of boots as she stepped back out taking a deep breath and looking up at the sky before sitting down she placed her boots next to her streaching her arms above her head her back cracking she let out a sigh "i really need to get a horse.. this is killing my back " she muttered before putting on her boots one by one <fin
