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The soup was a little too hot. Or maybe it was a little too cold. He wasn't sure which, but he was sure that it wasn't right. These people needed good soup, or at least some edible soup, perhaps some lentil soup.
Wait a minute, what was lentil soup? He didn't know, but he knew that this wasn't going to be a party without lentil soup. He walked out of the kitchen, looking over some of the finger foods.
A man was standing in the doorway. At first he didn't recognize him, he didn't recognize anyone, and it was rare for him to see familiar faces. Most people were strangers to him.
"CERVIE!!!" He cried aloud, almost dropping his tray filled with wiene pockets. He set it down and shook Cervie's hand heartily.
"Hey, it's been such a long time to see you. How is everything?"
How long had it been since he saw Cervie? Must have been forever and a day, although it seemed like a day without the ever. His face was still unmistakable, adn so was his smell. Not exactly unpleasent, but unique.
He smiled at Cervie, happy that his long lost friend was here.
Wait a minute, what was lentil soup? He didn't know, but he knew that this wasn't going to be a party without lentil soup. He walked out of the kitchen, looking over some of the finger foods.
A man was standing in the doorway. At first he didn't recognize him, he didn't recognize anyone, and it was rare for him to see familiar faces. Most people were strangers to him.
"CERVIE!!!" He cried aloud, almost dropping his tray filled with wiene pockets. He set it down and shook Cervie's hand heartily.
"Hey, it's been such a long time to see you. How is everything?"
How long had it been since he saw Cervie? Must have been forever and a day, although it seemed like a day without the ever. His face was still unmistakable, adn so was his smell. Not exactly unpleasent, but unique.
He smiled at Cervie, happy that his long lost friend was here.
Rockingham
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Saville... the name rung a bell. He thought back, hard. Something about... mud and cleaning. Oh yes, his teacher. He remembered now. Rocky looked around the room hesistantly, wondering if the host was watching. He should be working, but Cervie wanted to talk to him. As long as nothing went wrong, he could stay a few minutes more.
"No. I'm sorry. Saville wasn't a good teacher, she sort of liked me, but then I guess I did something wrong and she kicked me out of her place."
He felt a little heart broken. Cervie had gone through all that trouble for a teacher, and he messed it up, he didn't know how, but he did.
"Want to know something?" he almost whispered, "I don't think she was a teacher at all."
"No. I'm sorry. Saville wasn't a good teacher, she sort of liked me, but then I guess I did something wrong and she kicked me out of her place."
He felt a little heart broken. Cervie had gone through all that trouble for a teacher, and he messed it up, he didn't know how, but he did.
"Want to know something?" he almost whispered, "I don't think she was a teacher at all."
Ravenloft
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Cervantes:
With a patient smile Cervantes nodded in affermation of Rocky's suspicions. "She was no teacher... Well... Not the sort of teacher you beleived her to be at any rate... Ah... What she could have taught you..." Concidering this for a moment. "I am sure I could speak to her... Perhaps I could have her try to teach you again?" Cervantes said, quite tongue-in-cheekishly.
With a patient smile Cervantes nodded in affermation of Rocky's suspicions. "She was no teacher... Well... Not the sort of teacher you beleived her to be at any rate... Ah... What she could have taught you..." Concidering this for a moment. "I am sure I could speak to her... Perhaps I could have her try to teach you again?" Cervantes said, quite tongue-in-cheekishly.
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OOC: just dropping in to say hi, i'm to lazy to read the previous posts, and well, i was bored, and and and...ok ok, i'll go now....
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OOC: Hey everyone! Delirium has asked that I post a note here for her. She has just moved into her new home and doesn't have a phone line yet, but she promises to be back as soon as she gets hooked up. Please continue to post and have fun, and she will be back in full force as soon as possible. Thanks! 
Miguelito Breathstealer
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(How shall I make an entrance?)
With all the means of transport at his disposal, there was still nothing quite like a relaxing carriage ride. His phantasmal horses always seemed to know the way, even when he forgot to tell them where they were going. And with inflation the way it was going, you just can't beat the rates on a wraith for a driver.
A nice cool ride through the country help him steady his nerves for the imminant social arena he was about to throw into. He checked his garments one last time to make sure everything was in place. Starting at the top, he reset his headdress, smoothing the black fabric that made up the two-horned effect. The jewel that he wore on his forehead was secure, and he knew it must be glowing especially bright tonite as he could almost feel the soul of the demon lord trapped inside like a fish banging on the sides of its bowl. He adjusted the wrinkle out of his lavender veil in the same motion that smoothed out his black satin gloves. The tabard he wore was the one he had made from the face of the fist great dragon he ever slew, a five-headed kaliya that had tried to ambush him in that long forgotten swamp. His grey robes of his order were almost unseen under the black cloak of warding he wore, but he had had them all cleaned, pressed, and scented as to make a good impression. It had been a long time since he had been called to the home of a lady, not since the divorce. The dragon leather boots were a nice touch too, cut in a snakeskin style.
The carriage pulled up to the door, and his entorage, about half a dozen imps, quickly made way to help him out and gather his train behind him. Tapping his staff to the ground, he conveyed that he wanted the door to be opened and to be escorted inside.
Common folk would have seen a grim wizard surrounded by tiny devils. Those of the other worlds however would recognize the ancient necromancer of Antilla. In his time, he had sunk continents, conquered his own plane of the Abyss, won his soul back from the Devil he had sold it to to gain his powers, and most significantly been wed to the goddess Tiamat.
His black eyes searched the room for the hostess. My there sure were alot of familiar faces, though none he had ever met. He smiled under his sheer veil as his gaze met with Lady Elana.
"Thankyou, Hostess for your fine invitation. I am pleased to be in such noble company. Let me be your humble servant this evening. I am Marak Ginseng."
With all the means of transport at his disposal, there was still nothing quite like a relaxing carriage ride. His phantasmal horses always seemed to know the way, even when he forgot to tell them where they were going. And with inflation the way it was going, you just can't beat the rates on a wraith for a driver.
A nice cool ride through the country help him steady his nerves for the imminant social arena he was about to throw into. He checked his garments one last time to make sure everything was in place. Starting at the top, he reset his headdress, smoothing the black fabric that made up the two-horned effect. The jewel that he wore on his forehead was secure, and he knew it must be glowing especially bright tonite as he could almost feel the soul of the demon lord trapped inside like a fish banging on the sides of its bowl. He adjusted the wrinkle out of his lavender veil in the same motion that smoothed out his black satin gloves. The tabard he wore was the one he had made from the face of the fist great dragon he ever slew, a five-headed kaliya that had tried to ambush him in that long forgotten swamp. His grey robes of his order were almost unseen under the black cloak of warding he wore, but he had had them all cleaned, pressed, and scented as to make a good impression. It had been a long time since he had been called to the home of a lady, not since the divorce. The dragon leather boots were a nice touch too, cut in a snakeskin style.
The carriage pulled up to the door, and his entorage, about half a dozen imps, quickly made way to help him out and gather his train behind him. Tapping his staff to the ground, he conveyed that he wanted the door to be opened and to be escorted inside.
Common folk would have seen a grim wizard surrounded by tiny devils. Those of the other worlds however would recognize the ancient necromancer of Antilla. In his time, he had sunk continents, conquered his own plane of the Abyss, won his soul back from the Devil he had sold it to to gain his powers, and most significantly been wed to the goddess Tiamat.
His black eyes searched the room for the hostess. My there sure were alot of familiar faces, though none he had ever met. He smiled under his sheer veil as his gaze met with Lady Elana.
"Thankyou, Hostess for your fine invitation. I am pleased to be in such noble company. Let me be your humble servant this evening. I am Marak Ginseng."
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Cristian walked over to where the main lot of guests were and sat down listening to them. He was pretty much a stranger here as he knew that hardly anyone knew him. He looked around and saw the person that was called Cervantes talking to someone else and they were having a very lively discussion about something.
He walked over to where all the drinks were and grabbed himself a glass of water and found a comfortable seat in front of the fire, looking deep into it.
He walked over to where all the drinks were and grabbed himself a glass of water and found a comfortable seat in front of the fire, looking deep into it.
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Lokken stood up, for indeed, he seemed to be the strongest of the three. He walked over to Lady Elena. "My Lady, I do hope you don't mind, but our God, named Morgoth, whom my God, named Belial worships, is coming to the party. He should be here right about now..." said Lokken. A bright flash came from the center of the room and Morgoth appeared, and as usual, he wore his black armor. "Hey, Lokken, Wrathlance, Tyrael. You know, I've still got big plans for you guys. Don't get yourselves killed just yet", he grinned. He walked over to Lady Elena. "Hello, Mi'Lady. Morgoth, strongest of the Nine Gods, pleased to meet you", he said, kissing her hand. He then stood up, and made himself a miniature throne by Lokken's table. Lokken sauntered off to his creator. They all sta down, and once again picked up conversations about whose adventures were better. Wrathlance would not stop about the time he had got his new wings and saved the new high archangel, Michael. All Lokken talked of was his adventures with Roland, and all Tyrael spoke of was when he had fought Cervantes for the first time. Whenever he mentioned his name, he sent a glare in Cervantes's direction. Morgoth spoke of his escapes from the Void and how he wrote on a thing called a computer and made the three do what he wrote. And he un-ceasingly spoke of the time he had finally gotten the most beautiful of the Vala into bed with him. Somehow, they managed to speak, eat, and drink, all at the same time. Lokken suddenly almost choked on a turkey leg. "Thrinta! How could I forget Thrinta?" he yelped. His eyes went white for a second, and a 15 ft tall demon stood by them, puzzled by the noise. He wore a gold breastplate, and his left hand's claws were made of gold. A five foot katana could spring out of his arm any time he called on it. Lokken invited him to sit, and he did so. His adventure was when he had helped Roland kill Mikba. They continued to speak, eat and drink a the same time. Amazingly, they kept the table and themselves spotless.
OOC: Forgive my absence - damn phone company... <ahem> and we continue...
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Aiyoku giggled from where she was hidden behind a tree and twirled the end of her long fawn-colored pigtail. Her pigtails were neat and slightly curled, decorated with ribbons as were her twin's. After a slight tug on the edge of her pastelly pink baby-doll dress (an identical match, but for the color, to the dress that Seiyoku wore), she skipped over to the pond's edge to stand next to Sei. "So, whatchya lookin at?" She even managed to say it with a straight face.
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Eostre was startled out of her momentary reverie by a question from Jackson. She smiled, "Why, it's everywhere... just ask a servant, and they'll be happy to serve whatever you require." She shook her head and self-consciously smoothed her ivory skirts. So many people! And so many she had never seen before. With a brief look over her shoulder to verify that Elana was alright, she stepped into the crowd along the tables to mingle.
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Elana remained seated at the high table greeting her guests. They were an impressive group, and she was pleased to find that so many would come! "Thank you for the compliment, Neale. Please, help yourself. If there is anything you need, just ask the servants, and they'll help you find it. There is also a lovely pool outside should you like a swim. Make yourself at home."
She wondered if such an open invitation might get her into trouble, but soon shrugged it off. She just wanted everyone to have fun and be comfortable, the rest... she'd worry about that later.
She stood, smoothing her fine skirts with one hand while she gestured with the other to a servant for wine. She raised the back of her hand to her forehead, it was cold - or maybe she was flushed. She watched as Eostre moved into the crowd at the foot of the dais, while trying to pretend that she wasn't.
She curtsied to Marak Ginseng. Quite an impressive personality. As was this Morgoth. She smiled as he kissed her hand. Yes. Very impressive, and polite. She took her goblet of wine from the servant and returned her attention to her guests. Yes. An excellent gathering. She sat again, in her throne at the empty high table, somehow managing to feel lonely in the midst of a crowded room.
She saw another guest, sitting alone by the fire, and caught a servant that was running by. She asked the servant to carry a message to the lone Christian, to ask him to join her at the table on the dais.
[Edited by Delirium on 04-25-2001 at 09:34 AM]
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Aiyoku giggled from where she was hidden behind a tree and twirled the end of her long fawn-colored pigtail. Her pigtails were neat and slightly curled, decorated with ribbons as were her twin's. After a slight tug on the edge of her pastelly pink baby-doll dress (an identical match, but for the color, to the dress that Seiyoku wore), she skipped over to the pond's edge to stand next to Sei. "So, whatchya lookin at?" She even managed to say it with a straight face.
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Eostre was startled out of her momentary reverie by a question from Jackson. She smiled, "Why, it's everywhere... just ask a servant, and they'll be happy to serve whatever you require." She shook her head and self-consciously smoothed her ivory skirts. So many people! And so many she had never seen before. With a brief look over her shoulder to verify that Elana was alright, she stepped into the crowd along the tables to mingle.
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Elana remained seated at the high table greeting her guests. They were an impressive group, and she was pleased to find that so many would come! "Thank you for the compliment, Neale. Please, help yourself. If there is anything you need, just ask the servants, and they'll help you find it. There is also a lovely pool outside should you like a swim. Make yourself at home."
She wondered if such an open invitation might get her into trouble, but soon shrugged it off. She just wanted everyone to have fun and be comfortable, the rest... she'd worry about that later.
She stood, smoothing her fine skirts with one hand while she gestured with the other to a servant for wine. She raised the back of her hand to her forehead, it was cold - or maybe she was flushed. She watched as Eostre moved into the crowd at the foot of the dais, while trying to pretend that she wasn't.
She curtsied to Marak Ginseng. Quite an impressive personality. As was this Morgoth. She smiled as he kissed her hand. Yes. Very impressive, and polite. She took her goblet of wine from the servant and returned her attention to her guests. Yes. An excellent gathering. She sat again, in her throne at the empty high table, somehow managing to feel lonely in the midst of a crowded room.
She saw another guest, sitting alone by the fire, and caught a servant that was running by. She asked the servant to carry a message to the lone Christian, to ask him to join her at the table on the dais.
[Edited by Delirium on 04-25-2001 at 09:34 AM]
Miguelito Breathstealer
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Marak mingles
Scanning the room with a hundred different senses, his ears were still the most valuable.
"Fine gentleman, I hear you speak of Belial. Ans if you know of Belial, then you must also know Murmus, my former master. I would inquire if you know, how fares he?"
Allowing his claok to flare up around him, as it so liked to do when it was showing off, he crossed the room as one who was comfortable mingling with gods and spirits.
His retinue of diminuative devils made great pains to sweep the already immaculate floor in his path and politely clear the way for his every step.
"It has been long since we parted ways and I would so much like to think we could be on good terms one day."
Scanning the room with a hundred different senses, his ears were still the most valuable.
"Fine gentleman, I hear you speak of Belial. Ans if you know of Belial, then you must also know Murmus, my former master. I would inquire if you know, how fares he?"
Allowing his claok to flare up around him, as it so liked to do when it was showing off, he crossed the room as one who was comfortable mingling with gods and spirits.
His retinue of diminuative devils made great pains to sweep the already immaculate floor in his path and politely clear the way for his every step.
"It has been long since we parted ways and I would so much like to think we could be on good terms one day."
Ai and Sei
Aiyoku studied the reflection in the pond. She and Seiyoku were identical in almost every way. Little things, things that could be picked out even in their mutual reflection, were what told them apart.
Their hair was a light fawn-color, somewhere between blond and brown. Sei's pigtails were slightly mussed - with little wisps blowing around her neck and face; Aiyoku's were more prim and restrained, with a natural curl at the ends.
Their dresses were the same pastel confection with Sei in pale green and Ai in misty pink. The empire waist was tied with a satin ribbon just under their breasts, and the light, translucent layers in the skirts hinted at what lay underneath whenever they moved and were short enough to be indecent with a slight bend of the waist.
Their eyes were wide and dark and deep, and always flashing with bold mischief of some kind. But even then, Aiyoku's eyes radiated the giddy innocence of a child making trouble, while Sei's suggested mischief of a far more sophisticated and sensual sort.
Aiyoku giggled and smacked Seiyoku across her bottom. "C'mon, you... no more staring at your reflection.. we've got a party inside!" She paused, looking worried, "they will have wine, won't they?" She didn't wait for an answer, but instead took Sei by the arm and started dragging her towards the door, skipping and giggling as she went, "Come on, Sei! Come ON!"
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OOC:
Thanks for the welcome, Celestiale! It HAS been too long, *WEG* and I think we can have MUCH more fun with these two over here! <wink, wink, nudge, nudge>
To everyone else that has been posting, THANK YOU! This thread is by no means over, but I appreciate you all taking the time to bring your characters here! Please, feel free to take this thing wherever you want to go!!
WHEEEEE!!! 
Aiyoku studied the reflection in the pond. She and Seiyoku were identical in almost every way. Little things, things that could be picked out even in their mutual reflection, were what told them apart.
Their hair was a light fawn-color, somewhere between blond and brown. Sei's pigtails were slightly mussed - with little wisps blowing around her neck and face; Aiyoku's were more prim and restrained, with a natural curl at the ends.
Their dresses were the same pastel confection with Sei in pale green and Ai in misty pink. The empire waist was tied with a satin ribbon just under their breasts, and the light, translucent layers in the skirts hinted at what lay underneath whenever they moved and were short enough to be indecent with a slight bend of the waist.
Their eyes were wide and dark and deep, and always flashing with bold mischief of some kind. But even then, Aiyoku's eyes radiated the giddy innocence of a child making trouble, while Sei's suggested mischief of a far more sophisticated and sensual sort.
Aiyoku giggled and smacked Seiyoku across her bottom. "C'mon, you... no more staring at your reflection.. we've got a party inside!" She paused, looking worried, "they will have wine, won't they?" She didn't wait for an answer, but instead took Sei by the arm and started dragging her towards the door, skipping and giggling as she went, "Come on, Sei! Come ON!"
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OOC:
Thanks for the welcome, Celestiale! It HAS been too long, *WEG* and I think we can have MUCH more fun with these two over here! <wink, wink, nudge, nudge>
To everyone else that has been posting, THANK YOU! This thread is by no means over, but I appreciate you all taking the time to bring your characters here! Please, feel free to take this thing wherever you want to go!!
WHEEEEE!!!
Angelus
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As soon as Cristian received the message he looked over at the table and then got up and walked over to it and was surprised to see Lokken there. He walked over to Lokken and looked at him with a shocked and surprised look.
"You are the last person that I expected to see here but I am glad that you are here as it would seriously not be a party without you."
He then looked at everyone at the table before noticing the hostess and raising his glass said, "Greetings milady. I am so honored to be invited to this little party of yours."
"You are the last person that I expected to see here but I am glad that you are here as it would seriously not be a party without you."
He then looked at everyone at the table before noticing the hostess and raising his glass said, "Greetings milady. I am so honored to be invited to this little party of yours."
Elana smiled as Christian greeted her, and raised her glass in return, "And I am honored that you chose to attend. I noticed you over by the fire - it seemed you may not know that many here. Please," she patted the empty seat next to her, "join me. I am afraid I don't know you very well, and would relish the opportunity to change that." She grinned slyly and winked at Christian, even as she looked for Eostre out of the corner of her eye. She was misbehaving again, in a way, and she liked it. She just hoped Eostre wouldn't notice so she wouldn't get another lecture on proper behavior for a lady.
OOC: I will be away for a few days - family weekend with lots of travel... I'll catch up on Monday.. And maybe... maybe on Monday we'll think about starting a real story... although I am having fun getting to know all of you! Thanks for participating! <takes her happy warm fuzzies and snuggles you all with them!>
OOC: I will be away for a few days - family weekend with lots of travel... I'll catch up on Monday.. And maybe... maybe on Monday we'll think about starting a real story...
although I am having fun getting to know all of you! Thanks for participating! <takes her happy warm fuzzies and snuggles you all with them!>
Celestiale
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Sei squealed giddily as she was dragged off by Ai towards the party's din. The purest of joy's radiated throughout her body as she beheld her better half, all smiles and light, beside her. Aiyoku's laughter was infectious and soon Sei was giggling as well...the two made quite an interesting entrance, almost toppling over one another as they burst into the foyer.
"Oh myyyy!" Laughed Sei in feigned innocence.
She winked at Aiyoku and proceeded into the ballroom, scanning the vacinity in search of wine, ignoring the curious glances. Ai held Sei's hand gently, smiling graciously towards the Lady of the house before Sei took the lead and precociously snagged a bottle of dark, aged wine from an unsuspecting steward, along with two large goblets.
"Here we are!" Sei said with a grin as she began to pour. She knew that she was in for a good chiding about 'proper manners' from her twin, but cared little.
"Oh myyyy!" Laughed Sei in feigned innocence.
She winked at Aiyoku and proceeded into the ballroom, scanning the vacinity in search of wine, ignoring the curious glances. Ai held Sei's hand gently, smiling graciously towards the Lady of the house before Sei took the lead and precociously snagged a bottle of dark, aged wine from an unsuspecting steward, along with two large goblets.
"Here we are!" Sei said with a grin as she began to pour. She knew that she was in for a good chiding about 'proper manners' from her twin, but cared little.
OOC: How abt some sort of guardian?
The din was getting louder. No doubt most guests had arrived. Silen ran his long slender fingers through his shock of bone white hair, streaks of grey somehow reflected the moonlight.
The night was cold. Silen pulled his simple black robe closer to his frail body and rubbed his arms slowly, warming them. The roof was not exactly the best place to sit, but this was best vantage point of a sentry. He'd have draw some heat from Fire plane, but he needed to conserve his powers, for with so many important beings of all realms gathering in this manor, definitely there would be some 'jokers' thinking that some destructive mayhem would be fun. If there is any unwanted commotion going on to happen in the manor, Morgoth and the rest would be able to take care of it.
Outside the manor was a different story. Something was out there. He could sense the air outside was not right. It didn't smell fresh. He double checked all the dimensional gates surrounding and inside the manor, making sure they were stable and powered.
OOC: Anyone can play villians here? I'm not good at it
The din was getting louder. No doubt most guests had arrived. Silen ran his long slender fingers through his shock of bone white hair, streaks of grey somehow reflected the moonlight.
The night was cold. Silen pulled his simple black robe closer to his frail body and rubbed his arms slowly, warming them. The roof was not exactly the best place to sit, but this was best vantage point of a sentry. He'd have draw some heat from Fire plane, but he needed to conserve his powers, for with so many important beings of all realms gathering in this manor, definitely there would be some 'jokers' thinking that some destructive mayhem would be fun. If there is any unwanted commotion going on to happen in the manor, Morgoth and the rest would be able to take care of it.
Outside the manor was a different story. Something was out there. He could sense the air outside was not right. It didn't smell fresh. He double checked all the dimensional gates surrounding and inside the manor, making sure they were stable and powered.
OOC: Anyone can play villians here? I'm not good at it
Miguelito Breathstealer
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Silen then noticed the small imp that had crawled up beside him.
"Guard duty?" it grunted at him. "yeah, me too. Could be worse, could be rainin."
The imp made himslef comfortable on an out of place shingle and gazed off in what might have looked like wise introspection, if it wasn't an imp.
"Guard duty?" it grunted at him. "yeah, me too. Could be worse, could be rainin."
The imp made himslef comfortable on an out of place shingle and gazed off in what might have looked like wise introspection, if it wasn't an imp.
Silen kept silent and still, wary of the little imp who just went to him and sat down beside him. How did a little imp slipped through his defenses so easily? Did it really come from the manor? From Elana?
Silen was pretty unsure, considering no one knew of his coming. Beneath his robes, his hands were already tearing a small fabric of Prime Material plane, one hand into Air, the other into Water.
"You sound unlike an imp, strange one,"Silen breathed out his words softly in a melodic tone."May I know your name?"
Then, "By the way, I'm Silen," he added, thinking giving his name won't cause him any harm.
Silen was pretty unsure, considering no one knew of his coming. Beneath his robes, his hands were already tearing a small fabric of Prime Material plane, one hand into Air, the other into Water.
"You sound unlike an imp, strange one,"Silen breathed out his words softly in a melodic tone."May I know your name?"
Then, "By the way, I'm Silen," he added, thinking giving his name won't cause him any harm.
Morgoth
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Lokken turned to look at Christian. "Ah, Christian. Good to have you. This is definitely a higher quality party than usual. Usually, it's in an enemies castle", he grumbled. Morgoth looked to Marak. "Ah, Belial. I am his God. He is a good servant. Murmus does well. He doesn't give me any tribute and I'll have a word with him if he doesn't visit my temple soon, but he does well. Other than the afforementioned flaws, he is good", chuckled Morgoth merrily. "And who, good sir, are you?" he asked.
Aiyoku
Ai giggled as Seiyoku handed her a glass brimming with wine.
She'd made a good attempt at curtsying to the hostess, but with this little dress, all that was really accomplished was showing her ass to the rest of the room. She shrugged, and made sure her pigtails weren't mussed with one hand, as the other held the full wine glass and she took a sip.
She giggled as she finished her sip, relishing the warm flush through her veins that always resulted from her first few sips of wine. The hand inspecting her perfect pigtails satisfied that all was in order, she took Sei's hand again. After a cursory look at those in the room, she leaned over and whispered in her twin's ear, "SO, do we need to go say hello to the hostess with the most-ess-t? or .. " She giggled again, "should we go find some other entertainment."
She knew they'd been kinda-sorta rude when they'd tumbled through the door, but, really, it was a party after all. And she'd tried to curtsy and meet the hostess' eyes, but she seemed pre-occupied. And really, it didn't matter - maybe on a different day...
She shook herself and took another judicious sip of her wine. Too much thinking. She was always supposed to be the one using her brain, but today... she just plain didn't feel like it. She squeezed Sei's hand before releasing it to tug and play with the hem of her dress.
Ai giggled as Seiyoku handed her a glass brimming with wine.
She'd made a good attempt at curtsying to the hostess, but with this little dress, all that was really accomplished was showing her ass to the rest of the room. She shrugged, and made sure her pigtails weren't mussed with one hand, as the other held the full wine glass and she took a sip.
She giggled as she finished her sip, relishing the warm flush through her veins that always resulted from her first few sips of wine. The hand inspecting her perfect pigtails satisfied that all was in order, she took Sei's hand again. After a cursory look at those in the room, she leaned over and whispered in her twin's ear, "SO, do we need to go say hello to the hostess with the most-ess-t? or .. " She giggled again, "should we go find some other entertainment."
She knew they'd been kinda-sorta rude when they'd tumbled through the door, but, really, it was a party after all. And she'd tried to curtsy and meet the hostess' eyes, but she seemed pre-occupied. And really, it didn't matter - maybe on a different day...
She shook herself and took another judicious sip of her wine. Too much thinking. She was always supposed to be the one using her brain, but today... she just plain didn't feel like it. She squeezed Sei's hand before releasing it to tug and play with the hem of her dress.
Angelus
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Cristian looked over at Lokken with a smile and remembered the last time that they were together and that was not a happy experience. He was glad to be in a place where people weren't trying to kill you and where he could relax. He looked around the table at everyone and saw that they were in good spirits so he decided to cast of his normal gloomy personality and cast himself in a lighter mood. He picked up the glass of wine in front of him and took a sip of it before smiling at everyone.
Morgoth
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"Yeah. Uh. Sorry about that. Bad time to make me mad, that's all", said Lokken. Morgoth stood up and walked over to Lady Elana. "Hey, when are some real events gonna start?" he asked. He had been looking forward to a few things he had experienced in the year 2000.
captainb
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Captain Yruddry stepped up to the door, straightening his armor one last time. He'd been pleased to receive the invitation, especially since he was between dragon hunts. His chainmail was polished to a lustre, and he wore his best red silk shirt over it. No one answered his knock (not surprising judging by the noise inside), so he opened the door and stepped through. He spied a striking woman who he assumed was the hostess, talking with a...being of some sort, and moved close to introduce himself.
The door opened again and two figures entered. The first, named Bolbar, was incredibly ugly, tall and muscled. He wore old stained leather armor with a mace strapped to one side. Twin tusks poked over his upper lip as he peered through a mop of shaggy black hair. Then he spied the tables laden with food, grunted happily and headed for them.
The other had watched the half-ogre warily, but he had seemed harmless enough. Shea wore a deep maroon cap trimmed in silver, with a black dragon-shaped gem in the center. Ribbons of red leather with spidery silver webbing were wrapped around his chest, arms and hands in intricate spirals and patterns. Twin swords in matching leather sheaths hung from his belt. He straightened as a familiar voice sounded from across the room. Edging past some stuffy guy in chainmail standing nearby, he said, "Greetings, Lord Morgoth. And this fair lady must be our hostess?"
With a subdued flash, a green-cloaked man and an animal appeared in the corner. The leashed creature was an purebred Aoskan Hound, both of its heads looking around curiously as it happily panted. Ransitar's eyes swept the room as he pet both heads, murmuring "Good girls, all friends here." Then he raised an eyebrow and walked over to a strangely mixed group. "Pardon me for interrupting, but are you Marak of Antilla? I am Ransitar of Toril, sometimes called the Green Mage."
With a roar, the '67 Nova squealed into the parking lot. Kudo jumped out, pulling on his leather jacket and adjusting his spiked collar. He sauntered in the front door and grinned. Bitchin' party! Whoa, check out the babes in the babydolls! He ran a quick hand through his blonde-tipped hair and walked over to them. "Hi," he said, looking back and forth as he drank them both in. "I'm Kudo. Hey, is this an open bar?"
Outside, the Wild settled in a nearby tree. Created by the gods of Bah'Lin as the darker aspect of Nature, it had no interest in the party, in fact no real comprehension of it. But the camaraderie radiating from the house warmed its senses, and it concealed itself as part of the branch and dozed contentedly.
[Edited by captainb on 05-03-2001 at 10:32 AM]
The door opened again and two figures entered. The first, named Bolbar, was incredibly ugly, tall and muscled. He wore old stained leather armor with a mace strapped to one side. Twin tusks poked over his upper lip as he peered through a mop of shaggy black hair. Then he spied the tables laden with food, grunted happily and headed for them.
The other had watched the half-ogre warily, but he had seemed harmless enough. Shea wore a deep maroon cap trimmed in silver, with a black dragon-shaped gem in the center. Ribbons of red leather with spidery silver webbing were wrapped around his chest, arms and hands in intricate spirals and patterns. Twin swords in matching leather sheaths hung from his belt. He straightened as a familiar voice sounded from across the room. Edging past some stuffy guy in chainmail standing nearby, he said, "Greetings, Lord Morgoth. And this fair lady must be our hostess?"
With a subdued flash, a green-cloaked man and an animal appeared in the corner. The leashed creature was an purebred Aoskan Hound, both of its heads looking around curiously as it happily panted. Ransitar's eyes swept the room as he pet both heads, murmuring "Good girls, all friends here." Then he raised an eyebrow and walked over to a strangely mixed group. "Pardon me for interrupting, but are you Marak of Antilla? I am Ransitar of Toril, sometimes called the Green Mage."
With a roar, the '67 Nova squealed into the parking lot. Kudo jumped out, pulling on his leather jacket and adjusting his spiked collar. He sauntered in the front door and grinned. Bitchin' party! Whoa, check out the babes in the babydolls! He ran a quick hand through his blonde-tipped hair and walked over to them. "Hi," he said, looking back and forth as he drank them both in. "I'm Kudo. Hey, is this an open bar?"
Outside, the Wild settled in a nearby tree. Created by the gods of Bah'Lin as the darker aspect of Nature, it had no interest in the party, in fact no real comprehension of it. But the camaraderie radiating from the house warmed its senses, and it concealed itself as part of the branch and dozed contentedly.
[Edited by captainb on 05-03-2001 at 10:32 AM]
