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Steiner
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Travellers Rest
As he watched the group broke up without further incident, Garrel sighed with relief. It seemed the elder mage simply wished to conduct the younger, female, one to her quarters with no further incident. As the people by the gate began to move off Garrel quickened his pace, close enough behind them that he might appear part of their group, but far enough behind that they wouldn't notice - as they turned right into the courtyard he turned left and was soon moving down the street alone.
Given the lateness of the hour the streets were somewhat empty, although sounds of merriment indicated that a tavern WAS up ahead. The ground fog curled around his legs, whipped into eddies by the tattered streamers of the green and black surcoat he wore, as Garrel turned the final corner towards the inn. Several horses were tied beneath the sign of the Dragon, and Garrel sighed as he threw his saddle over the tiebeam where a luckier Knight would now be tying his horse. The first order of business was to secure a room - then maybe he alter his appearance to something slightly less eyecatching. Pushing the door wide he stepped into the inn.
As he watched the group broke up without further incident, Garrel sighed with relief. It seemed the elder mage simply wished to conduct the younger, female, one to her quarters with no further incident. As the people by the gate began to move off Garrel quickened his pace, close enough behind them that he might appear part of their group, but far enough behind that they wouldn't notice - as they turned right into the courtyard he turned left and was soon moving down the street alone.
Given the lateness of the hour the streets were somewhat empty, although sounds of merriment indicated that a tavern WAS up ahead. The ground fog curled around his legs, whipped into eddies by the tattered streamers of the green and black surcoat he wore, as Garrel turned the final corner towards the inn. Several horses were tied beneath the sign of the Dragon, and Garrel sighed as he threw his saddle over the tiebeam where a luckier Knight would now be tying his horse. The first order of business was to secure a room - then maybe he alter his appearance to something slightly less eyecatching. Pushing the door wide he stepped into the inn.
The GrandMage
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Ven Zalapa
He'd been allowed in, although with a few uneasy looks. And his sword was gone. He could never let it be taken from him, he had to give it. He shook his head, and wondered why. It was one of the odd habits from before he lost his memory that plagued him. He watched the woman, who claimed to be his employer, wander off without him.
He didn't care. Althouygh anyone could see through her little plan, now. A mercenary hired out to her would follow and protect, probably sleep outside her room. He grunted, and turned away. He'd wandered around before being shown to his own room.
A warm, comfortable bed. Deep, relaxing slumber. It was shattered a while later by screams. He awoke, knowing the voice, and hopped out of bed. He ran barefoot down the hall, turning the corner and inching closer, staying behind the guards in order to hear the little woman.
He could have laughed at her story. He knew it was untrue. But they did not. The guards left, and he stayed, leaning against the wall opposite her door in his simple breeches. After a few minutes, he got up, and turned to walk away. Once again, an unknow habit compelled him, and he went to the door, fingertip tracing an odd and yet unknown symbol gently acroos the wood.
He stopped, and stared hard at the door a moment before turning and walking down the hall towards his own room. "Serves you right. Hope you didn't enjoy it." He grinned to himself, and wondered what he'd say when he brought up the subject of being paid on the morrow. If she wanted to say she was his employeer, she'd have to be his employeer, and pay-like all the rest.
He'd been allowed in, although with a few uneasy looks. And his sword was gone. He could never let it be taken from him, he had to give it. He shook his head, and wondered why. It was one of the odd habits from before he lost his memory that plagued him. He watched the woman, who claimed to be his employer, wander off without him.
He didn't care. Althouygh anyone could see through her little plan, now. A mercenary hired out to her would follow and protect, probably sleep outside her room. He grunted, and turned away. He'd wandered around before being shown to his own room.
A warm, comfortable bed. Deep, relaxing slumber. It was shattered a while later by screams. He awoke, knowing the voice, and hopped out of bed. He ran barefoot down the hall, turning the corner and inching closer, staying behind the guards in order to hear the little woman.
He could have laughed at her story. He knew it was untrue. But they did not. The guards left, and he stayed, leaning against the wall opposite her door in his simple breeches. After a few minutes, he got up, and turned to walk away. Once again, an unknow habit compelled him, and he went to the door, fingertip tracing an odd and yet unknown symbol gently acroos the wood.
He stopped, and stared hard at the door a moment before turning and walking down the hall towards his own room. "Serves you right. Hope you didn't enjoy it." He grinned to himself, and wondered what he'd say when he brought up the subject of being paid on the morrow. If she wanted to say she was his employeer, she'd have to be his employeer, and pay-like all the rest.
Quiet_Cool
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Daine
I allowed the to go thier separate ways. Mostade had given me a quick overview of what he intended to tell them, but not everything was said. He'd found the item, but he'd hidden it well. He was making maps, he'd said, six in all, that would lead to various locations, but only one was true. And only he knew which was which.
Clever. But the goblins outside were there for a reason, and the guards in here seemed all too aware of thier presence. The mercenary that came with Othana would indeed prove helpful, if there was an attack.
I noticed the others entering, but let them pass. They seemed well intended, though the gypsy woman was annoying me and distracting my better judgment somewhat.
I heard the guards, verbally questioning another at the gate, then one came to my side, asking if I knew the woman.
"Zenae," I replied. "Why, yes, I do. Allow her entrance."
Zenae was an unexpected guest of sorts. Mostade had invited us all, but her I'd chosen by my own distinction.
I waited as the gates rose for her, thinking over the words Mostade had shared with me.
It'll change night into day he'd said, if used by the right hand.
But what if used by the wrong hand? I'd asked.
He'd just looked at me gravely.
That was the question, wasn't it?
I waited, growing discomforted as the possibilites moved around in my head.
I allowed the to go thier separate ways. Mostade had given me a quick overview of what he intended to tell them, but not everything was said. He'd found the item, but he'd hidden it well. He was making maps, he'd said, six in all, that would lead to various locations, but only one was true. And only he knew which was which.
Clever. But the goblins outside were there for a reason, and the guards in here seemed all too aware of thier presence. The mercenary that came with Othana would indeed prove helpful, if there was an attack.
I noticed the others entering, but let them pass. They seemed well intended, though the gypsy woman was annoying me and distracting my better judgment somewhat.
I heard the guards, verbally questioning another at the gate, then one came to my side, asking if I knew the woman.
"Zenae," I replied. "Why, yes, I do. Allow her entrance."
Zenae was an unexpected guest of sorts. Mostade had invited us all, but her I'd chosen by my own distinction.
I waited as the gates rose for her, thinking over the words Mostade had shared with me.
It'll change night into day he'd said, if used by the right hand.
But what if used by the wrong hand? I'd asked.
He'd just looked at me gravely.
That was the question, wasn't it?
I waited, growing discomforted as the possibilites moved around in my head.
BlackApollo
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Tariq
Her kisses were driving away my restraints. Every press of her lips pressed me further inside of her. The heat of our passions mixed and combined.
My hand slid under her leg rasing it to my shoulder. i felt my self going deeper and deeper inside her sacred place. Her hips thrusted up against mine. Each time a another veil was raised and our pleasures increased. I broke away from our kisses. I wanted to drink her in with my eyes and breathe in her pleasure with my ears.
Our passion moans filled the room. my manhood was coated with our juices,her body arched and open to me and my eyes were locked on to hers, I swore i saw in to her violet soul. It was crying out to me. And mine was crying out to her.
My hand reached out and cupped one of her breasts that I had feasted upon. I massaged and stroked her flesh as my manhood moved in and out of her moist palace.
Her kisses were driving away my restraints. Every press of her lips pressed me further inside of her. The heat of our passions mixed and combined.
My hand slid under her leg rasing it to my shoulder. i felt my self going deeper and deeper inside her sacred place. Her hips thrusted up against mine. Each time a another veil was raised and our pleasures increased. I broke away from our kisses. I wanted to drink her in with my eyes and breathe in her pleasure with my ears.
Our passion moans filled the room. my manhood was coated with our juices,her body arched and open to me and my eyes were locked on to hers, I swore i saw in to her violet soul. It was crying out to me. And mine was crying out to her.
My hand reached out and cupped one of her breasts that I had feasted upon. I massaged and stroked her flesh as my manhood moved in and out of her moist palace.
MissVictoria
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Naezra
His body crashed down upon her with a welcome heaviness. She was moldable now, pliable, and seeing this, he took her legs, positioning them to his will. A delicious stretch running the length of her thigh, his manhood dipped in further, the bones of his pubis pressing down hard against her own. She could feel the pink bud of her clitoris slipping against his skin as he parted the kiss to stare down into her eyes.
She gazed back, and something was shared between the two souls. Her gaze spoke of her need and desire, and the thank you that was very now coursing through the blood in her veins, screaming to be seen.
It was so much, in that moment. Time seemed to reverse in a second to a primitive state, and the woman knew only that she had to fill her womb with his seed. It was her one, deep, driving desire.
She clutched and pulled at him, grabbing his hips, fingers pressing into them as he drove into her, hearing his pleasured grunts as her own pleasure began to ascend. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, trapping him to her as her body shook, then everything exploded outward in a deafening wave of bliss.
His body crashed down upon her with a welcome heaviness. She was moldable now, pliable, and seeing this, he took her legs, positioning them to his will. A delicious stretch running the length of her thigh, his manhood dipped in further, the bones of his pubis pressing down hard against her own. She could feel the pink bud of her clitoris slipping against his skin as he parted the kiss to stare down into her eyes.
She gazed back, and something was shared between the two souls. Her gaze spoke of her need and desire, and the thank you that was very now coursing through the blood in her veins, screaming to be seen.
It was so much, in that moment. Time seemed to reverse in a second to a primitive state, and the woman knew only that she had to fill her womb with his seed. It was her one, deep, driving desire.
She clutched and pulled at him, grabbing his hips, fingers pressing into them as he drove into her, hearing his pleasured grunts as her own pleasure began to ascend. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, trapping him to her as her body shook, then everything exploded outward in a deafening wave of bliss.
BlackApollo
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I felt her rising and falling under me. Holding me as our passions peaked. I felt my seed rising in me. I looked in to her eyes and saw the pleasure adn desire in them. looking past me in to something else. Something more grand than I will ever fathom. I felt her rise and twist. Her flesh undulating with primal bliss as she comes in to the Beloveds house.
I could not hold back any longer. I felt my seed arrive inside her. leaving my body and filling hers. every thing became bright for a moment. t=Then sudddenly I felt the fire drain from me. and I could no longer hold myself up. I lay on top of her. Kissing her deeply as my manhood still pulsed inside her.
the pain began to slowly creep back in to my leg. I winced, but still manged to wrap my arms around her and hold her tight against me.
"What is your name my love, I am Tariq. Tariq Al-" i caught myself and suddenlya weeks worth of memories came down on my head. Returning home, the burned castle, the razed feilds, the missing. Even now I cannot risk being exposed. Looking in to her eyes at that moment I felt the first veil descend over my heart. "Tariq Waleed Ziyah."
I could not hold back any longer. I felt my seed arrive inside her. leaving my body and filling hers. every thing became bright for a moment. t=Then sudddenly I felt the fire drain from me. and I could no longer hold myself up. I lay on top of her. Kissing her deeply as my manhood still pulsed inside her.
the pain began to slowly creep back in to my leg. I winced, but still manged to wrap my arms around her and hold her tight against me.
"What is your name my love, I am Tariq. Tariq Al-" i caught myself and suddenlya weeks worth of memories came down on my head. Returning home, the burned castle, the razed feilds, the missing. Even now I cannot risk being exposed. Looking in to her eyes at that moment I felt the first veil descend over my heart. "Tariq Waleed Ziyah."
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cuervorose
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Zenae
Zenae followed the guard to a spot a short distance inside the castle walls to where a man stood waiting, apparently, for her to arrive. She swept him with a probing glance. Silvery hair and beard, black robes that trailed in the dust, and a black pointed hat only worn by ranking wizards. By his dignified presence, he could only be Daine. His piercing gaze followed her as she approached, studying her, measuring her, judging her? She stopped her mount a few feet from him and dismounted gracefully. The guard stood a few yards behind, never offering a hint of assistance. She glared at him disdainfully, and remarked in a derogatory tone, "You've done enough, you may return to your post." The guard started, and his body shuddered slightly, as though waking from a dream, "Yes, mistress," he mumbled and shuffled dazedly back to the castle gates. Zenae dismissed him from her thoughts and turned towards Daine, who was now regarding her with a bemused look on his face. She bowed deeply, with a practiced grace. As she stood, she once again looked closely at the man before her. The look on his face had gone from detatched bemusement, to a stoic expression. Briefly she wondered whether or not she had already displeased him with her treatment of the guard; she felt certain he realized she had "persuaded" the guard to do as she had asked. The thought quickly left her as she looked into his eyes; they looked almost as if he could read her thoughts. "Good day sir, I am Zenae of Teren", she announced in a clear, carrying voice. "As I stated in my message, I have come to assist in the magik training abundantly needed here. I hope that my modest skills might have a place among the Council's desires." She paused for breath and continued, "I have to qualifications and realize that rigorous testing may be necessary for you to judge me worthy of the task. I assure you I can pass them easily and I make no opposition to having to go through them." Zenae stood waiting for a response, head held high, confident that she would be accepted, and eagerly awaiting the somewhat daunting, but exhilarating, prospect of working with the blue-eyed wizard before her.
Zenae followed the guard to a spot a short distance inside the castle walls to where a man stood waiting, apparently, for her to arrive. She swept him with a probing glance. Silvery hair and beard, black robes that trailed in the dust, and a black pointed hat only worn by ranking wizards. By his dignified presence, he could only be Daine. His piercing gaze followed her as she approached, studying her, measuring her, judging her? She stopped her mount a few feet from him and dismounted gracefully. The guard stood a few yards behind, never offering a hint of assistance. She glared at him disdainfully, and remarked in a derogatory tone, "You've done enough, you may return to your post." The guard started, and his body shuddered slightly, as though waking from a dream, "Yes, mistress," he mumbled and shuffled dazedly back to the castle gates. Zenae dismissed him from her thoughts and turned towards Daine, who was now regarding her with a bemused look on his face. She bowed deeply, with a practiced grace. As she stood, she once again looked closely at the man before her. The look on his face had gone from detatched bemusement, to a stoic expression. Briefly she wondered whether or not she had already displeased him with her treatment of the guard; she felt certain he realized she had "persuaded" the guard to do as she had asked. The thought quickly left her as she looked into his eyes; they looked almost as if he could read her thoughts. "Good day sir, I am Zenae of Teren", she announced in a clear, carrying voice. "As I stated in my message, I have come to assist in the magik training abundantly needed here. I hope that my modest skills might have a place among the Council's desires." She paused for breath and continued, "I have to qualifications and realize that rigorous testing may be necessary for you to judge me worthy of the task. I assure you I can pass them easily and I make no opposition to having to go through them." Zenae stood waiting for a response, head held high, confident that she would be accepted, and eagerly awaiting the somewhat daunting, but exhilarating, prospect of working with the blue-eyed wizard before her.
Mystic_Visions
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I awoke with a start. I had the dream again, the dream that has haunted me for so many months.(OOC-Will go into this with a later post, had it all typed out, and computer crashed before I could post it, now I cannot recapture everything I wanted to be in the dream, sorry) Wiping the beads of sweat off of my forhead, I look around the stables. Sun's first light is beginning to creep inside, and all appears well. I ready myself for the morning meal in the tavern, when something catches my eye. Huddled in the corner of one of the stables, is a man. He appears to be of one of the nomadic peoples, judging from the deep rust hue of his skin. I feel that he will not present a problem to me, and so I leave him to sleep. Entering the tavern, I see the inkeep is up already, preparing the meal for his patrons.
Seeing me, he says,'Ahh I was hoping I would see you before you were off. A messenger came late in the eve, looking for someone who fit your description. I told him you were here, I hope you do not mind.' He looks at me with just a touch of worry in his eye. I nod, letting him know I have no quarrel with him having done so, he continues. 'Well, this messenger leaves a message for you, well at least I think it is you, not many people travel with a beast such as yours.' He looks away for a moment, again seeming to worry that his tongue might be getting him into trouble.
'I would hardly consider my companion merely a beast, good innkeep,' I say. 'But I understand your ignorance, and do not hold you in contempt for your feelings. But, enough of that, you said there is a letter? I would very much like to have it.'
'Yes, yes, of course, I have it right here,' he tells me, as he produces an envelope from his filthy apron and hands it to me.'I can read it to you, if you can't, that is.' I answer him with a glare, and he scurries away, back towards the kitchen.
Looking it over, I am pleased to see that the seal has not been tampered with. At least this inkeep understands his patrons privacy. I look at the seal, the red wax bearing the mark of a cross. Must be from the abbot, I think to myself. Opening the envelope, I pull out a letter, and begin to read.
Argis,
Brother Langishire, has told us of your deeds. We thank you for bringing him to us safe from physical harm. Sadly, the good Lord decided to call him home, as he succumbed to the fever in the eve. Before he slipped into that sleep, he told us of the reason for his journey here, and requested that we ask you to fufill his task. He spoke of your honor, and was sure that you would accept. He also has bequeathed his worldly possesions to you. These may be recieved at our humble rectory. Bring this letter, so that we shall know you. We humbly ask that you leave your compainion behind, for we do not wish to frigthen our parishioners, as we are sure you will understand.
Brother Cathan
Fufill his task? What ever does this mean? Placing the letter back into the envelope. Deciding to forgo a breakfast, I ask the innkeep where I might find this church, for I did not recall seeing any building that appeared to be such the prior eve. After hearing the man's long sad tale of the prior church's destruction by fire, he gives me the directions to the temporary house of worship. Enetering the nondecript building, I am greated by a small portly man in simple robes. When I ask for Brother Cathan, he looks at me with a touch of apprehension. Remembering the instructions, I hand him the envelope. He looks over the letter, his demeanor becoming more friendly as he motions for me to follow him into a small office off of the main room.
Seated behind a simple desk is a man who could easily pass as the twin of the man who lead me in. Smiling, the man behind the desk, motions for me to sit. 'Good morn to you. You must be Argis,' he says. 'I see Brother Langishire was right about you. You have the eyes of an honorable man indeed. I am sure you are wondering what this task is that our dear Brother was on? I must admit, I know not of it myself. I only know that he was asked here by the Lord of this area, Mostade. Brother Langishire made it quite clear in his final moments that you should take his place, that you were worthy of taking his place.'
'I know nothing of this Lord Mostade,' I say. 'Much less the reason he summoned the priest here. Why should I go in his stead?'
'That I cannot answer for you. All I can do is to give you the official summon's that Brother Langishire had with him, as well as a letter from myself stating his final wishes, for you to present to Lord Mostade. I pray that you will fufill his wishes. One final thing, Argis, there is the issue of Brother Langishire's possesions. I have them here, for you to take with you.' He gestures to a small sack sitting on a small table.
I open the bag and look at the dead man's things. There is a coin purse, filled with a good deal of gold coins; the simple clothes of a holy man; a book of prayers; and several pieces of ornate jewelry, which I find odd in contrast to the simplicity of the rest of the man's belongings. Taking several gold pieces out of the purse, I place the other items back into the bag.
'The rest of this, distribute amongst the poor. As for that summons, I shall take it now', I tell Cathan. 'I will see what this Lord Mostade wants, I think.'
'Good, good,' Cathan says with much enthusiasm, handing me the letters. 'Brother Langishire was right about you, you are indeed a man of good heart and honor, may the Lord bless and guide you always.'
I leave the church, and begin walking to the castle proper.
Seeing me, he says,'Ahh I was hoping I would see you before you were off. A messenger came late in the eve, looking for someone who fit your description. I told him you were here, I hope you do not mind.' He looks at me with just a touch of worry in his eye. I nod, letting him know I have no quarrel with him having done so, he continues. 'Well, this messenger leaves a message for you, well at least I think it is you, not many people travel with a beast such as yours.' He looks away for a moment, again seeming to worry that his tongue might be getting him into trouble.
'I would hardly consider my companion merely a beast, good innkeep,' I say. 'But I understand your ignorance, and do not hold you in contempt for your feelings. But, enough of that, you said there is a letter? I would very much like to have it.'
'Yes, yes, of course, I have it right here,' he tells me, as he produces an envelope from his filthy apron and hands it to me.'I can read it to you, if you can't, that is.' I answer him with a glare, and he scurries away, back towards the kitchen.
Looking it over, I am pleased to see that the seal has not been tampered with. At least this inkeep understands his patrons privacy. I look at the seal, the red wax bearing the mark of a cross. Must be from the abbot, I think to myself. Opening the envelope, I pull out a letter, and begin to read.
Argis,
Brother Langishire, has told us of your deeds. We thank you for bringing him to us safe from physical harm. Sadly, the good Lord decided to call him home, as he succumbed to the fever in the eve. Before he slipped into that sleep, he told us of the reason for his journey here, and requested that we ask you to fufill his task. He spoke of your honor, and was sure that you would accept. He also has bequeathed his worldly possesions to you. These may be recieved at our humble rectory. Bring this letter, so that we shall know you. We humbly ask that you leave your compainion behind, for we do not wish to frigthen our parishioners, as we are sure you will understand.
Brother Cathan
Fufill his task? What ever does this mean? Placing the letter back into the envelope. Deciding to forgo a breakfast, I ask the innkeep where I might find this church, for I did not recall seeing any building that appeared to be such the prior eve. After hearing the man's long sad tale of the prior church's destruction by fire, he gives me the directions to the temporary house of worship. Enetering the nondecript building, I am greated by a small portly man in simple robes. When I ask for Brother Cathan, he looks at me with a touch of apprehension. Remembering the instructions, I hand him the envelope. He looks over the letter, his demeanor becoming more friendly as he motions for me to follow him into a small office off of the main room.
Seated behind a simple desk is a man who could easily pass as the twin of the man who lead me in. Smiling, the man behind the desk, motions for me to sit. 'Good morn to you. You must be Argis,' he says. 'I see Brother Langishire was right about you. You have the eyes of an honorable man indeed. I am sure you are wondering what this task is that our dear Brother was on? I must admit, I know not of it myself. I only know that he was asked here by the Lord of this area, Mostade. Brother Langishire made it quite clear in his final moments that you should take his place, that you were worthy of taking his place.'
'I know nothing of this Lord Mostade,' I say. 'Much less the reason he summoned the priest here. Why should I go in his stead?'
'That I cannot answer for you. All I can do is to give you the official summon's that Brother Langishire had with him, as well as a letter from myself stating his final wishes, for you to present to Lord Mostade. I pray that you will fufill his wishes. One final thing, Argis, there is the issue of Brother Langishire's possesions. I have them here, for you to take with you.' He gestures to a small sack sitting on a small table.
I open the bag and look at the dead man's things. There is a coin purse, filled with a good deal of gold coins; the simple clothes of a holy man; a book of prayers; and several pieces of ornate jewelry, which I find odd in contrast to the simplicity of the rest of the man's belongings. Taking several gold pieces out of the purse, I place the other items back into the bag.
'The rest of this, distribute amongst the poor. As for that summons, I shall take it now', I tell Cathan. 'I will see what this Lord Mostade wants, I think.'
'Good, good,' Cathan says with much enthusiasm, handing me the letters. 'Brother Langishire was right about you, you are indeed a man of good heart and honor, may the Lord bless and guide you always.'
I leave the church, and begin walking to the castle proper.
MissVictoria
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Naezra
The rider paused ackwardly as he spoke his name, and then gave an alias. The fact of his lie snapped Naezra back into reality, for she had quite forgotten that this man was not the answer to her souls cries, and was in fact a perfect stranger, who had likely just used her to fulfill a sudden craving. She sighed slightly, and smiled sadly, trying to turn her thoughts elsewhere, for now she did not wish to have any regret over what they had just done.
She laid her head on his strong shoulder, eyes open, staring ahead at nothing in particular, sad that she had in such a split second been forced to see the reality of things. It had been wonderful while it lasted.
"Naezra al Caedriarch", she spoke softly, "al Feandwich, al Calibrhas, al Lendach. seventh lord of Besauld, who was exiled for refusing to have his wife put to death."
She rose, clutching the wolfskin blanket to her chest. "And like my great grandmother, I am a witch too." She turned her head away, closing her eyes. "Now... Tariq Waleed Ziyah... you may wish to leave, and I will not stop you. Your wound will heal easily. But, if I might ask before you go... why were you headed to the keep? There has been much activity about recently."
She tried to talk of something, anything to keep her mind from what she had just felt. He had touched her soul. Did he know? What sort of creature was he, to evoke such stirrings within her? She had heard tales of incubi. Was this one?
The rider paused ackwardly as he spoke his name, and then gave an alias. The fact of his lie snapped Naezra back into reality, for she had quite forgotten that this man was not the answer to her souls cries, and was in fact a perfect stranger, who had likely just used her to fulfill a sudden craving. She sighed slightly, and smiled sadly, trying to turn her thoughts elsewhere, for now she did not wish to have any regret over what they had just done.
She laid her head on his strong shoulder, eyes open, staring ahead at nothing in particular, sad that she had in such a split second been forced to see the reality of things. It had been wonderful while it lasted.
"Naezra al Caedriarch", she spoke softly, "al Feandwich, al Calibrhas, al Lendach. seventh lord of Besauld, who was exiled for refusing to have his wife put to death."
She rose, clutching the wolfskin blanket to her chest. "And like my great grandmother, I am a witch too." She turned her head away, closing her eyes. "Now... Tariq Waleed Ziyah... you may wish to leave, and I will not stop you. Your wound will heal easily. But, if I might ask before you go... why were you headed to the keep? There has been much activity about recently."
She tried to talk of something, anything to keep her mind from what she had just felt. He had touched her soul. Did he know? What sort of creature was he, to evoke such stirrings within her? She had heard tales of incubi. Was this one?
Quiet_Cool
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Daine
Impressive, I thought, though I tried not to show it. SHe had easily manipulated the guard, and while it was unnecessary, it was well done.
"Welcome Zenae," I replied. "I am pleased you could come. you are well timed, as we were about to close up for the night and head into shelter. We will speak at length in the morning, I hope, with the others. It appears a test of your skills might be at hand, and a practical one as well."
I smiled at this last part, then told a passing guard to show her to her quarters, then bid her good night and made my way to my own chambers.
Impressive, I thought, though I tried not to show it. SHe had easily manipulated the guard, and while it was unnecessary, it was well done.
"Welcome Zenae," I replied. "I am pleased you could come. you are well timed, as we were about to close up for the night and head into shelter. We will speak at length in the morning, I hope, with the others. It appears a test of your skills might be at hand, and a practical one as well."
I smiled at this last part, then told a passing guard to show her to her quarters, then bid her good night and made my way to my own chambers.
Nightingale
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Sethyrian- Arrival
In the air, the great cry of some beast can be heard. It is loud, but not intrusive, the Wild Lands are full of creatures both known and unknown. But none like this.
In the sky, the great form of the majestic dragon soars high above the trees, closing swiftly in on Carthon Manor. He had flown for hours from the east. But now, the union was complete. He and his essence were one, and it was time to achieve his destiny. Within the Manor, he's hid well paid servants, eyes and ears that told him of the gathering there. Magicians and Warriors both had come from far and wide, and were gathering within the Castletown to discuss some urgent manner. What it was did not matter to him. He was here for one thing and one thing only, the power that would make him a god among men, that would secure his supremacy amongst them all...
That would ensure his immortal legacy.
Swooping near a treetop, he spied a tower guard, almost sleep in the pale light of the Wild Lands' setting sun. The guard heard his cry, and the swinging of his wings, and roused with a start, shading his eyes with one hand, and fumbling with a spear in the other. When he saw the creature, its black form glistening in the twilight, he could scarecely believe his eyes.
"I'm seeing things..."
The dragon rose once again, and then fell into the woods, never rising again.
"Shades of my grandfather!" the guard cried. "DR... DR... D.. DRAGON! MY GOD!! THERE'S A DRAGON OUT THERE!!"
His warning, one that hadn't been heard in years in this part of the world, rang out among the criers and guards like wildfire. Some scoffed at him, others curiously worried about his warning, and still others panicked, immediately taking to their homes and shutting up.
But there were those that knew this sighting to be much more than it seemed... those that, even before the shout of the guard, could sense a great power and a great presence nearby. These were the ones that understood something unfolding on this day, that would shake the Wild Lands, and perhaps the surrounding kingdoms, to their very foundation...
In the air, the great cry of some beast can be heard. It is loud, but not intrusive, the Wild Lands are full of creatures both known and unknown. But none like this.
In the sky, the great form of the majestic dragon soars high above the trees, closing swiftly in on Carthon Manor. He had flown for hours from the east. But now, the union was complete. He and his essence were one, and it was time to achieve his destiny. Within the Manor, he's hid well paid servants, eyes and ears that told him of the gathering there. Magicians and Warriors both had come from far and wide, and were gathering within the Castletown to discuss some urgent manner. What it was did not matter to him. He was here for one thing and one thing only, the power that would make him a god among men, that would secure his supremacy amongst them all...
That would ensure his immortal legacy.
Swooping near a treetop, he spied a tower guard, almost sleep in the pale light of the Wild Lands' setting sun. The guard heard his cry, and the swinging of his wings, and roused with a start, shading his eyes with one hand, and fumbling with a spear in the other. When he saw the creature, its black form glistening in the twilight, he could scarecely believe his eyes.
"I'm seeing things..."
The dragon rose once again, and then fell into the woods, never rising again.
"Shades of my grandfather!" the guard cried. "DR... DR... D.. DRAGON! MY GOD!! THERE'S A DRAGON OUT THERE!!"
His warning, one that hadn't been heard in years in this part of the world, rang out among the criers and guards like wildfire. Some scoffed at him, others curiously worried about his warning, and still others panicked, immediately taking to their homes and shutting up.
But there were those that knew this sighting to be much more than it seemed... those that, even before the shout of the guard, could sense a great power and a great presence nearby. These were the ones that understood something unfolding on this day, that would shake the Wild Lands, and perhaps the surrounding kingdoms, to their very foundation...
spiritual_love
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Geneva's arrival
She seemed to have been battling the gnomes and elves for days. They had locked her within one of their crudely fashioned cages and demanded her to entertain them. Geneva had sung and danced till her little voice had failed, keeping her faith that the little men would keep their promise of release.
But she found that they had no honor and decided to share her with the other ickies of the forest. She was fuming by the time thick little fingers had begun to prod at her in the cage. She shook at the bars, "LET GENE OUT! OR YOU ALL WILL PAY FOR THIS!"((OOC: she speaks of herself in the third...it's just how i pictured her. *L*))
Laughter crackled into the air, "Yea, are jus' a wee bit of a person! Ye can't be doin' nuttin' ta us, child!" ,an ugly off in the corner filling his mouth with drink hollered at her.
She ruffled her wings, clearly frustrated and angered at such behaviour.
"Ye all are a bunch of dolts, Geneva does believe! And ye will get ye due!"
Quite suddenly, the hidden cavern fills with smoke. The loud sounds of choking coughs descend upon the men that were intent upon keeping her hostage. One by one they fall with heavy thuds, settling into a sleep riddled with nightmares of dreaded fears.
"hmph...teach them to mess with Gene." the little fae whispers with an excited bit of laughter.
Her silver blue eyes flash as she pushes at the door to the cage. Giggling, she zips from the cage's hold, fluttering into the air and settling upon the nose of one of her captors.
"See, Gene could've escaped at any time, ye ole foolish little men."
Smiling, she takes a moment to place within her shrinking pouch a few of the coins. Knowing she could probably use them later, also she steals a mite of food, and some jewels, just because they are pretty. Pretty good loot she decides, worth having to remain in the cage for a while.
Growing bored with the screams of the sleeping fools around her she whisks out of the cavern searching for a new place. She has grown tired of wandering and being captured due to her curiousity, perhaps there is a place for her somewhere.
Zipping through trees and brush, she happens upon the castle entrance, the guards thoroughly protecting the entrance. They were stopping every entrant, examining their wares, taking caution with every creature that passed. Geneva wondered why the protection was needed. Had the castle seen trouble recently?
Her feet touch upon the ground lightly, the tiniest of ruffling beneath the soft drop. She watches as a few pass the guards inspection and are granted entry into the walls. Taking a deep sigh, she lifts into the air, masking herself in a shield of invisibility, she hovers near the entrance, wondering if the guards can detect magick or not. Figuring she'd rather not find out and end up in a cage again, she restores her visibility and smiles gently at the stunned guards.
"Geneva pay her entrance?" she speaks as she lands upon the shoulder of one of the men.
"What are ye goin' ta pay with lil' one? The guard watches her closely as she pulls th ecoin from the shrinking pouch, tossing it into the air, it returns to full size.
"Geneva pays with coin as do ye people. May pass?"
Her eyes blink rapidly as the guard tosses up the coin and bites at it, testing its quality. He regards her for a moment, and then speaks gruffly, " Pass, fae."
"Geneva." she corrects him stubbornly, as she passes within.
She seemed to have been battling the gnomes and elves for days. They had locked her within one of their crudely fashioned cages and demanded her to entertain them. Geneva had sung and danced till her little voice had failed, keeping her faith that the little men would keep their promise of release.
But she found that they had no honor and decided to share her with the other ickies of the forest. She was fuming by the time thick little fingers had begun to prod at her in the cage. She shook at the bars, "LET GENE OUT! OR YOU ALL WILL PAY FOR THIS!"((OOC: she speaks of herself in the third...it's just how i pictured her. *L*))
Laughter crackled into the air, "Yea, are jus' a wee bit of a person! Ye can't be doin' nuttin' ta us, child!" ,an ugly off in the corner filling his mouth with drink hollered at her.
She ruffled her wings, clearly frustrated and angered at such behaviour.
"Ye all are a bunch of dolts, Geneva does believe! And ye will get ye due!"
Quite suddenly, the hidden cavern fills with smoke. The loud sounds of choking coughs descend upon the men that were intent upon keeping her hostage. One by one they fall with heavy thuds, settling into a sleep riddled with nightmares of dreaded fears.
"hmph...teach them to mess with Gene." the little fae whispers with an excited bit of laughter.
Her silver blue eyes flash as she pushes at the door to the cage. Giggling, she zips from the cage's hold, fluttering into the air and settling upon the nose of one of her captors.
"See, Gene could've escaped at any time, ye ole foolish little men."
Smiling, she takes a moment to place within her shrinking pouch a few of the coins. Knowing she could probably use them later, also she steals a mite of food, and some jewels, just because they are pretty. Pretty good loot she decides, worth having to remain in the cage for a while.
Growing bored with the screams of the sleeping fools around her she whisks out of the cavern searching for a new place. She has grown tired of wandering and being captured due to her curiousity, perhaps there is a place for her somewhere.
Zipping through trees and brush, she happens upon the castle entrance, the guards thoroughly protecting the entrance. They were stopping every entrant, examining their wares, taking caution with every creature that passed. Geneva wondered why the protection was needed. Had the castle seen trouble recently?
Her feet touch upon the ground lightly, the tiniest of ruffling beneath the soft drop. She watches as a few pass the guards inspection and are granted entry into the walls. Taking a deep sigh, she lifts into the air, masking herself in a shield of invisibility, she hovers near the entrance, wondering if the guards can detect magick or not. Figuring she'd rather not find out and end up in a cage again, she restores her visibility and smiles gently at the stunned guards.
"Geneva pay her entrance?" she speaks as she lands upon the shoulder of one of the men.
"What are ye goin' ta pay with lil' one? The guard watches her closely as she pulls th ecoin from the shrinking pouch, tossing it into the air, it returns to full size.
"Geneva pays with coin as do ye people. May pass?"
Her eyes blink rapidly as the guard tosses up the coin and bites at it, testing its quality. He regards her for a moment, and then speaks gruffly, " Pass, fae."
"Geneva." she corrects him stubbornly, as she passes within.
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Tariq
"Well, Naezra al Caedriarch, I would like to stay here forever but duty calls me." She knows that I'm deciving her. I felt a curtin of led fall over my heart as the Beloved turned her powers away from this place as she gathers the blanket over her to protect her form from my gaze.
"It is not that I am afraid of you being a witch, my Grandmother was one as well. In My Kingdom we belive in using the Blessed. Not in having them stoned. I have been to Besauld on family business. I have seen with great pain what they do to witches there so I understand your fear."
Now here I hope she understands me. "My grandmother would tell me stories of witches in other lands who had to disguise themselves so they could carry out there works, even the most benevolent ones had to use subterfuge to avoid persecution and blame for a bad crop or a sick child." Maybe she will undestand. i hope she does.
"you have nothing to fear from me, Naezra. As to why i was at the castle, I have to add it up to fate. I was headding towards Ray hopeing to find some information. several members of my family are missing and I have taken it upon myself to seek them out even if i must cross creation a hundred times to do so."
I looked around to see get a layout of the room. if this woman had anything to do with my families disappearance I may have said too much already. It seemed like we were in a small wooden hut, thatched roof, a few shelves and drawrs, presumably filled with her tools. I needed to be prepared in case things turned sour with this woman. Although i prayed all would be well.
" While on the road I was attacked by goblins. I mangaeed to dispatch them but one of them shot me with that damned poisoned arrowhead. Gibran, my horse, and i rode hard through the forrest. it was getting dark and i did not know where we were." Did she just relax a little bit. Is she commng back to me?
" being disoriented and feeling the poison seep in to my body. When i arrived at the castle walls i thought I was going to die. I felt my soul start to leave me and I blacked out. I thought I was going to die. Iguess i have you Nazera, to thank for that. I and my House will be forever in your debt." I hold my hand to my heart and bow my head.
suddenly I hear a bell ringing frantically. I look at Naezera and thought that maybe the people of the area had decided now would be a good time for a pogrom. Our eyes werre locked together for a moment and then we heard the panicked shout
"BEWARE BEWARE THERE BE A DRAGON!"
I got out of the bed quickly, almost falling on my injured leg. "My grandmother told me about a time a hatchling dragon found its way to her village when she was a girl. It burned many of the pesants houses to the ground because of the thatched roofs. A lot of good serfs were lost because they were roasted in there own homes. Is this cottage warded against fire?"
"Well, Naezra al Caedriarch, I would like to stay here forever but duty calls me." She knows that I'm deciving her. I felt a curtin of led fall over my heart as the Beloved turned her powers away from this place as she gathers the blanket over her to protect her form from my gaze.
"It is not that I am afraid of you being a witch, my Grandmother was one as well. In My Kingdom we belive in using the Blessed. Not in having them stoned. I have been to Besauld on family business. I have seen with great pain what they do to witches there so I understand your fear."
Now here I hope she understands me. "My grandmother would tell me stories of witches in other lands who had to disguise themselves so they could carry out there works, even the most benevolent ones had to use subterfuge to avoid persecution and blame for a bad crop or a sick child." Maybe she will undestand. i hope she does.
"you have nothing to fear from me, Naezra. As to why i was at the castle, I have to add it up to fate. I was headding towards Ray hopeing to find some information. several members of my family are missing and I have taken it upon myself to seek them out even if i must cross creation a hundred times to do so."
I looked around to see get a layout of the room. if this woman had anything to do with my families disappearance I may have said too much already. It seemed like we were in a small wooden hut, thatched roof, a few shelves and drawrs, presumably filled with her tools. I needed to be prepared in case things turned sour with this woman. Although i prayed all would be well.
" While on the road I was attacked by goblins. I mangaeed to dispatch them but one of them shot me with that damned poisoned arrowhead. Gibran, my horse, and i rode hard through the forrest. it was getting dark and i did not know where we were." Did she just relax a little bit. Is she commng back to me?
" being disoriented and feeling the poison seep in to my body. When i arrived at the castle walls i thought I was going to die. I felt my soul start to leave me and I blacked out. I thought I was going to die. Iguess i have you Nazera, to thank for that. I and my House will be forever in your debt." I hold my hand to my heart and bow my head.
suddenly I hear a bell ringing frantically. I look at Naezera and thought that maybe the people of the area had decided now would be a good time for a pogrom. Our eyes werre locked together for a moment and then we heard the panicked shout
"BEWARE BEWARE THERE BE A DRAGON!"
I got out of the bed quickly, almost falling on my injured leg. "My grandmother told me about a time a hatchling dragon found its way to her village when she was a girl. It burned many of the pesants houses to the ground because of the thatched roofs. A lot of good serfs were lost because they were roasted in there own homes. Is this cottage warded against fire?"
Nightingale
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Sethyrian- Then and Now
ooc: a little backstory, and some more moving action...
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This was truly him. This little baby. The mother had died in childbirth, a black witch, suspect of all evils and ailments. His father had been unknown. This was the bastard child of nightmares. His hair had been long and white at birth. Over the past few days, it had darkened. But the most mysterious trait about this babe was the eyes. Those dark eyes, black as night irises that offered no information about the soul within. Those eyes let his caretaker know from the beginning that the curse was real.
He'd grown strong over 18 years. He was an open scroll, a blank parchement that recieved instruction instantly. He made few mistakes, and those that he did make were due to his talent and ambition, not his carelessness. In anything he took up, sorcerty, swordfighting, diplomacy, tactics, and lore... he suceeded. It was in that 18th year that he finally took flight, releasing from its cage deep within him the powerful subdued dragon.
And when it manifested itself, it did so with a vengeance...
Trees bent and broke where the Ebon Wyrm dropped into the canopy of the Wild Lands forest, and was seen no more. When the powerful dragon did not rise again into the sky, the watchmen became worried. Perhaps the creature would stalk them on land, arriving in surprise and taking advantage of their shock. Already, men were bustling on the parapets with pikes and crossbows, and some mounted soldiers were gathering at the entrance to the castle. Should they meet this threat head on, or react defensively. No one had slain a dragon in years- and here a dragon had not been seen by even the eldest of the township. The creature had been massive, at least 25 feet long. The question that now plagued these defenders was simple: even if they found this creature in time- COULD they defeat it?
ooc: a little backstory, and some more moving action...
ic:
This was truly him. This little baby. The mother had died in childbirth, a black witch, suspect of all evils and ailments. His father had been unknown. This was the bastard child of nightmares. His hair had been long and white at birth. Over the past few days, it had darkened. But the most mysterious trait about this babe was the eyes. Those dark eyes, black as night irises that offered no information about the soul within. Those eyes let his caretaker know from the beginning that the curse was real.
He'd grown strong over 18 years. He was an open scroll, a blank parchement that recieved instruction instantly. He made few mistakes, and those that he did make were due to his talent and ambition, not his carelessness. In anything he took up, sorcerty, swordfighting, diplomacy, tactics, and lore... he suceeded. It was in that 18th year that he finally took flight, releasing from its cage deep within him the powerful subdued dragon.
And when it manifested itself, it did so with a vengeance...
Trees bent and broke where the Ebon Wyrm dropped into the canopy of the Wild Lands forest, and was seen no more. When the powerful dragon did not rise again into the sky, the watchmen became worried. Perhaps the creature would stalk them on land, arriving in surprise and taking advantage of their shock. Already, men were bustling on the parapets with pikes and crossbows, and some mounted soldiers were gathering at the entrance to the castle. Should they meet this threat head on, or react defensively. No one had slain a dragon in years- and here a dragon had not been seen by even the eldest of the township. The creature had been massive, at least 25 feet long. The question that now plagued these defenders was simple: even if they found this creature in time- COULD they defeat it?
Steiner
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A what?!
As Garrel put his hand on the door to the tavern to push it open an alien touch on his mind froze him in place. All Knights Martial have a charm that alerts them to the presence of a wyrm, although the ceremony was said, these days, to be meaningless. For who had seen a DRAGON? Had there been one in a HUNDRED years?
In shock Garrel whirled, the Tavern forgotten, his minds eye spying the great reptillian creature as it plunged from sight into the forests around the town. As the sight faded he heard a town guard take up the cry, the mans shock and fear evident in his voice. Garrel pounded back to the gate, fatigue and fear forgotten, his feet chipping cobblestone and sparking as he ran, the great Flamberge sword in his hand. He arrived there breathless, and only as he reached the gate did he remember that he had no superior to report to and no Lord to protect. The point of the sword touched the stone floor and the young knights head drooped - he felt superfluous and lost.
As Garrel put his hand on the door to the tavern to push it open an alien touch on his mind froze him in place. All Knights Martial have a charm that alerts them to the presence of a wyrm, although the ceremony was said, these days, to be meaningless. For who had seen a DRAGON? Had there been one in a HUNDRED years?
In shock Garrel whirled, the Tavern forgotten, his minds eye spying the great reptillian creature as it plunged from sight into the forests around the town. As the sight faded he heard a town guard take up the cry, the mans shock and fear evident in his voice. Garrel pounded back to the gate, fatigue and fear forgotten, his feet chipping cobblestone and sparking as he ran, the great Flamberge sword in his hand. He arrived there breathless, and only as he reached the gate did he remember that he had no superior to report to and no Lord to protect. The point of the sword touched the stone floor and the young knights head drooped - he felt superfluous and lost.
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Zenae
"Welcome Zenae," Daine replied. "I am pleased you could come. you are well timed, as we were about to close up for the night and head into shelter. We will speak at length in the morning, I hope, with the others. It appears a test of your skills might be at hand, and a practical one as well."
Zenae bowed her head in acquiesence, gathered her bags, and followed her escort through the castle, casting admiring glances at rich tapestries and expensive furnishings as she passed them. This was by far the wealthiest dwelling she had ever had the honor of being a guest in, and with her background that was a rarity. She also noticed in passing unobtrusive, but powerful wards etched into the very stones in the walls. She wondered idly what need there was is such forceful, and therefore labor and maintenance intensive, protection in a castle that was the home of some of the most powerful wizards in the land. Perhaps they were simply a safeguard, easier to maintain than to hastily erect in times of need. Before she could persue this particular line of thought, the guard stopped in front of a massive oak door. "This is your room, Sorceress, a servant girl will be with you shortly." Zenae opened the door and entered the room. She stopped in the entrance way, staring in awe, "Surely there must be a mistake, such rooms could not be meant for one such as myself!", she thought, thunderstuck by what lay before her. An enormous four poster mahogany bed piled high with richly embroidered pillows and bedclothes dominated the room from a platform. The walls were covered with lush hangings depicting scenes from ancient legends, and the floor was strewn with rugs so thick her feet sank as she stepped across them. A large silver basin and pitcher sat on a table against the wall and a jeweled mirror hung over them. She ascended the steps to the bed and bent to place her bags at the foot of the frame. As she straightened, she heard a light tap at the door, and footsteps falling softly behind her. She turned and found a young girl, of no more than 18 standing there, blonde curls overflowing the cap she wore and more interesting things overflowing from the bodice of the deep blue shift she was wearing. The gir; spoke in a soft voice, "I didn't intend to startle you, mistress. My name is Bryalea. I was sent up to see that you had everything you needed before the house goes to bed for the night. There be warm water in the pitcher if you'd like to wash up, and a fresh cloth to dry with. In the morning, I'll show you to the hot baths located beneath the manor. May I get you anything else this eve?" Zenae smiled wearily, suddenly all too aware of how long she had been on the road this day, "Thank you, Brylea. Would it be too much trouble to get something to eat? I find myself famished! Other than that, I believe all I need is a long night's sleep." Brylea nodded, "Of course mistress, I shall be right back, will some stew and bread be sufficient, or would you be liking something more?" Zenae's smile grew and became one of gratefulness, "No, thank you, the stew sounds wonderful, perhaps a cup of tea to drink with it?" "Certainly mistress, I shall return in a moment." With that, Brylea turned and exited the room as quietly as she'd entered. Zenae stepped down from the bed's platform and strode to the mirror and basin. She removed the silver circlet from her brow, disentangling it from several curls as she did so, and began brushing the dust from her titian locks. She apoured water from the pitcher into the basin and removed her clothing piece by piece. As she donned a robe, she heard the door open again and saw in the reflection of the mirror, Brylea entering with a tray laden with a soup tureen, bread, and a steaming pewter cup. She quickly splashed her face, neck and chest with the warm water an patted herself dry with the soft cloth alongside the basin. She padded barefoot across the rugs to the waiting food. She sat and picked up the mug of tea, and sipped it, feeling the warmth of the liquid flood her. Brylea stood waiting silently as Zenae consumed her meal swiftly. The meal was simple, but satisfying. When she had finished, Brylea asked, "Will there be anything else, mistress?" Zenae, finally relaxing, replied, "No, thank you, I think it's time for me to go to sleep. However, I think I will take your offer to be shown the baths in the morning." Brylea bowed her head, "I shall see you in the morning then, mistress," and quickly left the room. Zenae stood, stretched lithely, and once again climbed up to the great bed where the removed her robe and slid under the covers, feeling the softness of the material against her bare skin. She laid her head upon the pillows, and promptly fell into a sound slumber.
"Welcome Zenae," Daine replied. "I am pleased you could come. you are well timed, as we were about to close up for the night and head into shelter. We will speak at length in the morning, I hope, with the others. It appears a test of your skills might be at hand, and a practical one as well."
Zenae bowed her head in acquiesence, gathered her bags, and followed her escort through the castle, casting admiring glances at rich tapestries and expensive furnishings as she passed them. This was by far the wealthiest dwelling she had ever had the honor of being a guest in, and with her background that was a rarity. She also noticed in passing unobtrusive, but powerful wards etched into the very stones in the walls. She wondered idly what need there was is such forceful, and therefore labor and maintenance intensive, protection in a castle that was the home of some of the most powerful wizards in the land. Perhaps they were simply a safeguard, easier to maintain than to hastily erect in times of need. Before she could persue this particular line of thought, the guard stopped in front of a massive oak door. "This is your room, Sorceress, a servant girl will be with you shortly." Zenae opened the door and entered the room. She stopped in the entrance way, staring in awe, "Surely there must be a mistake, such rooms could not be meant for one such as myself!", she thought, thunderstuck by what lay before her. An enormous four poster mahogany bed piled high with richly embroidered pillows and bedclothes dominated the room from a platform. The walls were covered with lush hangings depicting scenes from ancient legends, and the floor was strewn with rugs so thick her feet sank as she stepped across them. A large silver basin and pitcher sat on a table against the wall and a jeweled mirror hung over them. She ascended the steps to the bed and bent to place her bags at the foot of the frame. As she straightened, she heard a light tap at the door, and footsteps falling softly behind her. She turned and found a young girl, of no more than 18 standing there, blonde curls overflowing the cap she wore and more interesting things overflowing from the bodice of the deep blue shift she was wearing. The gir; spoke in a soft voice, "I didn't intend to startle you, mistress. My name is Bryalea. I was sent up to see that you had everything you needed before the house goes to bed for the night. There be warm water in the pitcher if you'd like to wash up, and a fresh cloth to dry with. In the morning, I'll show you to the hot baths located beneath the manor. May I get you anything else this eve?" Zenae smiled wearily, suddenly all too aware of how long she had been on the road this day, "Thank you, Brylea. Would it be too much trouble to get something to eat? I find myself famished! Other than that, I believe all I need is a long night's sleep." Brylea nodded, "Of course mistress, I shall be right back, will some stew and bread be sufficient, or would you be liking something more?" Zenae's smile grew and became one of gratefulness, "No, thank you, the stew sounds wonderful, perhaps a cup of tea to drink with it?" "Certainly mistress, I shall return in a moment." With that, Brylea turned and exited the room as quietly as she'd entered. Zenae stepped down from the bed's platform and strode to the mirror and basin. She removed the silver circlet from her brow, disentangling it from several curls as she did so, and began brushing the dust from her titian locks. She apoured water from the pitcher into the basin and removed her clothing piece by piece. As she donned a robe, she heard the door open again and saw in the reflection of the mirror, Brylea entering with a tray laden with a soup tureen, bread, and a steaming pewter cup. She quickly splashed her face, neck and chest with the warm water an patted herself dry with the soft cloth alongside the basin. She padded barefoot across the rugs to the waiting food. She sat and picked up the mug of tea, and sipped it, feeling the warmth of the liquid flood her. Brylea stood waiting silently as Zenae consumed her meal swiftly. The meal was simple, but satisfying. When she had finished, Brylea asked, "Will there be anything else, mistress?" Zenae, finally relaxing, replied, "No, thank you, I think it's time for me to go to sleep. However, I think I will take your offer to be shown the baths in the morning." Brylea bowed her head, "I shall see you in the morning then, mistress," and quickly left the room. Zenae stood, stretched lithely, and once again climbed up to the great bed where the removed her robe and slid under the covers, feeling the softness of the material against her bare skin. She laid her head upon the pillows, and promptly fell into a sound slumber.
MissVictoria
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Naezra
A dragon? Here?! Her first instinct was fear, but the woman quickly pushed it aside.
As Tariq stumbled, Neazra -- the instincts of a healer taking over -- moved immediately to his side, helping to support the weight. The man, though quite strong, would be weak from the poison and the bite of the room, not to mention he had just exherted himself in a way that he should not have in his state.
Raven hair fell into her face, as she spun her head around, violet eyes searching quickly around the cottage. "Come with me," she muttered, assisting the man around her small dwelling.
Hound's Blood. Ladylock. Chiopps Leaf. She gathered various herbs into a small burlap cloth, making a quick pack. She did not have much of value. She only took what she felt was neccesity.
There were a few gold coins in a tin near her hearth. She grabbed these too.
"We must leave this place." she said. "And seek protection in the stone keep..." She was calm, but her eyes revealed that she was not comfortable with the situation. "Your horse is tethered outside. We can double up on it. Come."
With that, the witch led the rider out of the cottage.
A dragon? Here?! Her first instinct was fear, but the woman quickly pushed it aside.
As Tariq stumbled, Neazra -- the instincts of a healer taking over -- moved immediately to his side, helping to support the weight. The man, though quite strong, would be weak from the poison and the bite of the room, not to mention he had just exherted himself in a way that he should not have in his state.
Raven hair fell into her face, as she spun her head around, violet eyes searching quickly around the cottage. "Come with me," she muttered, assisting the man around her small dwelling.
Hound's Blood. Ladylock. Chiopps Leaf. She gathered various herbs into a small burlap cloth, making a quick pack. She did not have much of value. She only took what she felt was neccesity.
There were a few gold coins in a tin near her hearth. She grabbed these too.
"We must leave this place." she said. "And seek protection in the stone keep..." She was calm, but her eyes revealed that she was not comfortable with the situation. "Your horse is tethered outside. We can double up on it. Come."
With that, the witch led the rider out of the cottage.
The GrandMage
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Ven Zalapa
He awoke early, and spent the time he had to prepare himself. Cleaning himself, cutting his hair into an even cut instead of the choppy camp cuts. He got dressed, and stretched for a few minutes. He glanced around, wondering where his sword would be. He muttered to himself, and wandered out into the halls, following his nose and a few directions to find the kitchen. He moved through to the dining area, notig that someone else was already there.
He grinned, and made his way over to the woman. "Well, good mornin' to you. Glad to see you up so early. So,...when am I getting paid?"
He awoke early, and spent the time he had to prepare himself. Cleaning himself, cutting his hair into an even cut instead of the choppy camp cuts. He got dressed, and stretched for a few minutes. He glanced around, wondering where his sword would be. He muttered to himself, and wandered out into the halls, following his nose and a few directions to find the kitchen. He moved through to the dining area, notig that someone else was already there.
He grinned, and made his way over to the woman. "Well, good mornin' to you. Glad to see you up so early. So,...when am I getting paid?"
Quiet_Cool
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Daine
Dragon.
I was displeased, being hardly awake and hearing the cries. I was looking forward to this night's sleep, after my long trek to get here.
I stood, not entirely surprised at what I ehard. Mostade had warned me about this, though not in certain terms.
I have dreamed of a dragon he'd said. I believe it is a vision...I don't know when or where it will appear, but somehow...somehow... He'd trailed off, but I'd heard what I needed to.
I got up, moving quickly despite my old age, and dressing.
Within a few minutes, I was in the square below, blending in with the crowd that had gathered. Above us, in the guard towers and along the walls, archers were gathering, more than i would have thought would be here, and soldiers seemed to come from nowhere to await further instruction from thier command leaders.
Dragon.
I was displeased, being hardly awake and hearing the cries. I was looking forward to this night's sleep, after my long trek to get here.
I stood, not entirely surprised at what I ehard. Mostade had warned me about this, though not in certain terms.
I have dreamed of a dragon he'd said. I believe it is a vision...I don't know when or where it will appear, but somehow...somehow... He'd trailed off, but I'd heard what I needed to.
I got up, moving quickly despite my old age, and dressing.
Within a few minutes, I was in the square below, blending in with the crowd that had gathered. Above us, in the guard towers and along the walls, archers were gathering, more than i would have thought would be here, and soldiers seemed to come from nowhere to await further instruction from thier command leaders.
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Nightingale
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Sethyrian- Unexpected Arrival
"Man the walls," a captain shouted upwards. "We'll meet him when he comes! Open the gates now!"
There was a hesitance on the part of the gatekeeper. But seeing the party assembled at the gate, he shrugged, and opened the great gates to Carthon. With a creak, and a loud clank, they were done, and the mounted and unmounted hunters began to move forward.
"HO!" an archer shouted. "There, under the trees!"
He was prepared to fire, as the captain's sword lifted. Garrel and Daine, not far from one another at this point, both peered into the dusky darkness, as one soldier pointed his lance.
"Show yourself Dragon! Friend or Foe? Come, and taste the point of this lance if you be the latter!"
But no great beast emerged from the Wild Lands on that night. Instead, a young man, tall, dark of skin, and confident strode forward. He seemed to be out of breath, tired, and in pain as he gripped his side. He carried no weapons, save a walking stick, and was dressed in a long gray travelling robe.
"You there! Please, take sanctuary within Carthon Manor! There is a Dragon about!"
The man stumbled forward, inching his way towards the castle. There was an aura about him, one of charm, and everything he did drew the utmost attention. He wrapped the cloak around him as he stepped forward again, then looked up. Instantly, those nearby were transfixed by his eyes, black as night. All but the wizard Daine and Garrel, both of whom cautiously watched this traveller. The man's long braided black hair swept backwards.
"It... is done..." he said, in a deep, gentle tone. "The dragon... will not bother you... on... this night... He is... gone... I have... unnggg..."
He began to stumble once more, as the guards backed away, shock written on their faces. One turned to his comrade.
"What type of man can send a dragon on its way alone?"
Oddly enough, Daine was wondering the exact same thing.
The man continued to walk through the open gate and into the square, where he met the eyes of the two strong willed individuals there, Garrel first, then Daine, sensing something different in each, as well as their power. He took a step towards Daine, pain evident on his face.
"You..." he said, then groaned, stooping. He looked up once more. "This place..." Then he met the aged Wizard's eyes, and smiled.
An instant later, the man fell to the ground.
"Man the walls," a captain shouted upwards. "We'll meet him when he comes! Open the gates now!"
There was a hesitance on the part of the gatekeeper. But seeing the party assembled at the gate, he shrugged, and opened the great gates to Carthon. With a creak, and a loud clank, they were done, and the mounted and unmounted hunters began to move forward.
"HO!" an archer shouted. "There, under the trees!"
He was prepared to fire, as the captain's sword lifted. Garrel and Daine, not far from one another at this point, both peered into the dusky darkness, as one soldier pointed his lance.
"Show yourself Dragon! Friend or Foe? Come, and taste the point of this lance if you be the latter!"
But no great beast emerged from the Wild Lands on that night. Instead, a young man, tall, dark of skin, and confident strode forward. He seemed to be out of breath, tired, and in pain as he gripped his side. He carried no weapons, save a walking stick, and was dressed in a long gray travelling robe.
"You there! Please, take sanctuary within Carthon Manor! There is a Dragon about!"
The man stumbled forward, inching his way towards the castle. There was an aura about him, one of charm, and everything he did drew the utmost attention. He wrapped the cloak around him as he stepped forward again, then looked up. Instantly, those nearby were transfixed by his eyes, black as night. All but the wizard Daine and Garrel, both of whom cautiously watched this traveller. The man's long braided black hair swept backwards.
"It... is done..." he said, in a deep, gentle tone. "The dragon... will not bother you... on... this night... He is... gone... I have... unnggg..."
He began to stumble once more, as the guards backed away, shock written on their faces. One turned to his comrade.
"What type of man can send a dragon on its way alone?"
Oddly enough, Daine was wondering the exact same thing.
The man continued to walk through the open gate and into the square, where he met the eyes of the two strong willed individuals there, Garrel first, then Daine, sensing something different in each, as well as their power. He took a step towards Daine, pain evident on his face.
"You..." he said, then groaned, stooping. He looked up once more. "This place..." Then he met the aged Wizard's eyes, and smiled.
An instant later, the man fell to the ground.
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Geneva
DRAGON????
They were still fabled to be out there but one had not been seen since....forever? Geneva took her time, dashing and darting from place to place, hiding in the drifting skirts of ladies, within the pockets of the man and occasionally upon a hat brim. She made sure she remained from the sight of others, hoping none would discover the lil' fae travelling so boldly.
Finally, she descend upon a collection of shouting people within the square. She knew she should take a human form, she was likely to get crushed in the throng of active people. Her little wings could only take her so far at a time. She landed upon a small stone corner, gazing upwards. The excitement flooding the area was palpalable. Geneva shivered as she allowed her eyes to linger upon the sky, half expecting it to begin raining hell fire from a monsterous creature.
DRAGON????
They were still fabled to be out there but one had not been seen since....forever? Geneva took her time, dashing and darting from place to place, hiding in the drifting skirts of ladies, within the pockets of the man and occasionally upon a hat brim. She made sure she remained from the sight of others, hoping none would discover the lil' fae travelling so boldly.
Finally, she descend upon a collection of shouting people within the square. She knew she should take a human form, she was likely to get crushed in the throng of active people. Her little wings could only take her so far at a time. She landed upon a small stone corner, gazing upwards. The excitement flooding the area was palpalable. Geneva shivered as she allowed her eyes to linger upon the sky, half expecting it to begin raining hell fire from a monsterous creature.
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A friend in need...
The man toppled forward and collapsed, although his breathing showed that he still lived. Garrel drove his Flamberge into the ground between two cobbles and strode forward - seeing the way that the guards wouldn't go near the man. Suspicious peasants - the same the world over. The mage, Daine, seemed to be in some reverie, considering the stranger with hooded eyes and although the situation was highly fluid it was clear that the dark skinned man knew the mage - whatever their relationship Garrel knew that Daine would no doubt wish to question him further.
Scooping the man up in his arms Garrel felt the alien presence brush his mind again. He was sure this was significant, but by the time he had passed through the Orders seminary tales about the dragon charms had passed from lessons to legends. Turning back to Daine Garrel said "Let's get him inside, and away from this mob".
The man toppled forward and collapsed, although his breathing showed that he still lived. Garrel drove his Flamberge into the ground between two cobbles and strode forward - seeing the way that the guards wouldn't go near the man. Suspicious peasants - the same the world over. The mage, Daine, seemed to be in some reverie, considering the stranger with hooded eyes and although the situation was highly fluid it was clear that the dark skinned man knew the mage - whatever their relationship Garrel knew that Daine would no doubt wish to question him further.
Scooping the man up in his arms Garrel felt the alien presence brush his mind again. He was sure this was significant, but by the time he had passed through the Orders seminary tales about the dragon charms had passed from lessons to legends. Turning back to Daine Garrel said "Let's get him inside, and away from this mob".
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