Isolde
Guardian's Desire
- Joined
- Dec 27, 2000
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Anyone wanting to join this thread, please go to either or both of these threads:
http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?postid=579514#post579514
http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?threadid=36721
The first one is the OOC thread where you can state who you wish to play and see who is playing whom. The second is the bios for each player and has alot of good info in it about the characters.
The day was rainy. No, you couldnt exactly call it a rain. It was more of a drizzle that fell onto and then dripped off of the short beard of the elderly man that was walking down the street.
He seemed a non descript man, really and if you looked at him close, you could not guess his age though, if you were to look directly into his eyes, you might catch a glimpse of a wisdom learned through countless ages.
He wore neat, though not expensive, clothing and an old battered brown hat. His two piece suit and white shirt were a cut that belonged to another generation and he wore no tie but left the first two buttons open.
He wore boots. They, also, were not stylish but simple and durable. The only thing that might have caused someone to look at this figure more than once would be the large ring with the blue stone set into it. It was a blue that matched his watchful eyes.
This non descript figure stopped in front of a door to a business set in the middle of other business buildings along the street. The building was modest and did not stand out from its sisters in anyway except for the gold lettering on the entrance. It said 'Knights Detective Agency' and below that 'Myrddin Emres proprieter'.
Taking off his hat, he moves to the door and into it, out of the sight of those on the streets. Reaching the haven of the lobby, he pauses again to look around the modestly furnished room before heading to the door marked 'Private'. The secretary sitting at the large desk that occupied about a third of that lobby, looked up at the figure, a word of protest upon her lips. Seeing the man, she halted he words and instead smiled at him.
"Good Morning, Mr. Emres," She said in a sing song tone of voice that usually calmed overly nervous clients,"Here is your mail, I have cleared your calender for the next two months as you have asked and I want to tell you that I think it is high time you took some vacation time." The woman was a small, pert girl whose comments toward her employer were genuine. For the five years she had been working for him, she had never seen him take a break and now he was taking two months off and sending her on a two months paid vacation. What more could a woman ask for?
And she knew her employer, Mr. Emres, could afford it. His reputation for always being able to come up with answers for his clients in record time had gained him many wealthy clients and the leisure to make his own hours and to pay his only employee very well.
Picking up her purse, she smiled and waived to him. "Well, I am off to enjoy this down time. Take care of yourself and I will see you in two months. Have a great vacation."
Myrddin Emres simply nodded and watched her head out the door without saying a word. Following her, he locked the door behind her and pulled the blinds causing the room to fall into a darkness lit only by the florescent lamps above which he turned off, plunging the lobby into total darkness-the dreary weather preventing the sun from shining through the curtains.
Instead of leaving the office himself, however, he made his way to the office once again and entered. The office was much the same as the lobby. Simple furnishings with minumum decorations. A desk, a few chairs, some pictures and that was it. He closed the drapes here and turned out the lights as well.
From this darkness, were anyone beside him, they would have heard murmurings of words not spoken in this world anymore. Words that held no meaning to those who were not trained in the arts of true magic. The words worked though and suddenly a light appeared along the wall of the office. It was a circular light and one that flickered but did not waiver. Into this light the man stepped and dissappeared from the office...and reappeared in a place that was dark and dank. Where torches flickered along the wall as if the man had stepped back in time.
Walking quickly across the floor, he encountered a table that held charts and maps. Papers filled with writings and calculations were scattered around the edges of the table but the middle of it was cleared of all debris for sitting upon it was a miniture table. The miniture was round and twenty six pewter figurines were gathered around it. Upon the small table were candles cast in the shape of twenty six shield and upon these twenty six shields were individual coats of arms. At the head of the table, the coat of arms held three gold crowns-the ensignia of a king.
There was one candle in the middle of the small table that was not in the shape of a shield. Instead it was in the shape of lovely lady that seemed to be made of sea foam instead of wax. The figure and detail of the candle made it apparent that the candle had not been cast from a mold but instead was carved lovingly by hand.
Twenty five candles for the men who would help raise up a king again and one candle for the lady that would help again make it possible.
Moving directly to this minature table, the man raised a hand above each candle and murmured more strange words before moving on to the next. His hand stopped lastly above the candle of the lady in the middle and, as his words died down, the candle burst into flame even though the elderly gentleman held no match.
A perfume filled the air and the man breathed it in, pausing to savor the incense before begining yet another chant, this time to guide him to where the flesh and blood creature that the candle represented resided. For a moment after his words ceased nothing happened. And then a light seemed to shimmer and envelope him and he was gone.
It was time.
http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?postid=579514#post579514
http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?threadid=36721
The first one is the OOC thread where you can state who you wish to play and see who is playing whom. The second is the bios for each player and has alot of good info in it about the characters.
The day was rainy. No, you couldnt exactly call it a rain. It was more of a drizzle that fell onto and then dripped off of the short beard of the elderly man that was walking down the street.
He seemed a non descript man, really and if you looked at him close, you could not guess his age though, if you were to look directly into his eyes, you might catch a glimpse of a wisdom learned through countless ages.
He wore neat, though not expensive, clothing and an old battered brown hat. His two piece suit and white shirt were a cut that belonged to another generation and he wore no tie but left the first two buttons open.
He wore boots. They, also, were not stylish but simple and durable. The only thing that might have caused someone to look at this figure more than once would be the large ring with the blue stone set into it. It was a blue that matched his watchful eyes.
This non descript figure stopped in front of a door to a business set in the middle of other business buildings along the street. The building was modest and did not stand out from its sisters in anyway except for the gold lettering on the entrance. It said 'Knights Detective Agency' and below that 'Myrddin Emres proprieter'.
Taking off his hat, he moves to the door and into it, out of the sight of those on the streets. Reaching the haven of the lobby, he pauses again to look around the modestly furnished room before heading to the door marked 'Private'. The secretary sitting at the large desk that occupied about a third of that lobby, looked up at the figure, a word of protest upon her lips. Seeing the man, she halted he words and instead smiled at him.
"Good Morning, Mr. Emres," She said in a sing song tone of voice that usually calmed overly nervous clients,"Here is your mail, I have cleared your calender for the next two months as you have asked and I want to tell you that I think it is high time you took some vacation time." The woman was a small, pert girl whose comments toward her employer were genuine. For the five years she had been working for him, she had never seen him take a break and now he was taking two months off and sending her on a two months paid vacation. What more could a woman ask for?
And she knew her employer, Mr. Emres, could afford it. His reputation for always being able to come up with answers for his clients in record time had gained him many wealthy clients and the leisure to make his own hours and to pay his only employee very well.
Picking up her purse, she smiled and waived to him. "Well, I am off to enjoy this down time. Take care of yourself and I will see you in two months. Have a great vacation."
Myrddin Emres simply nodded and watched her head out the door without saying a word. Following her, he locked the door behind her and pulled the blinds causing the room to fall into a darkness lit only by the florescent lamps above which he turned off, plunging the lobby into total darkness-the dreary weather preventing the sun from shining through the curtains.
Instead of leaving the office himself, however, he made his way to the office once again and entered. The office was much the same as the lobby. Simple furnishings with minumum decorations. A desk, a few chairs, some pictures and that was it. He closed the drapes here and turned out the lights as well.
From this darkness, were anyone beside him, they would have heard murmurings of words not spoken in this world anymore. Words that held no meaning to those who were not trained in the arts of true magic. The words worked though and suddenly a light appeared along the wall of the office. It was a circular light and one that flickered but did not waiver. Into this light the man stepped and dissappeared from the office...and reappeared in a place that was dark and dank. Where torches flickered along the wall as if the man had stepped back in time.
Walking quickly across the floor, he encountered a table that held charts and maps. Papers filled with writings and calculations were scattered around the edges of the table but the middle of it was cleared of all debris for sitting upon it was a miniture table. The miniture was round and twenty six pewter figurines were gathered around it. Upon the small table were candles cast in the shape of twenty six shield and upon these twenty six shields were individual coats of arms. At the head of the table, the coat of arms held three gold crowns-the ensignia of a king.
There was one candle in the middle of the small table that was not in the shape of a shield. Instead it was in the shape of lovely lady that seemed to be made of sea foam instead of wax. The figure and detail of the candle made it apparent that the candle had not been cast from a mold but instead was carved lovingly by hand.
Twenty five candles for the men who would help raise up a king again and one candle for the lady that would help again make it possible.
Moving directly to this minature table, the man raised a hand above each candle and murmured more strange words before moving on to the next. His hand stopped lastly above the candle of the lady in the middle and, as his words died down, the candle burst into flame even though the elderly gentleman held no match.
A perfume filled the air and the man breathed it in, pausing to savor the incense before begining yet another chant, this time to guide him to where the flesh and blood creature that the candle represented resided. For a moment after his words ceased nothing happened. And then a light seemed to shimmer and envelope him and he was gone.
It was time.